Author's Note – This story was written last year on my patreon page as an `interactive story', meaning my patrons got to vote throughout the story on what happens next. The story is now being shared on Nifty for your enjoyment. Each chapter is made up of multiple parts added together for readability and to ensure a Humiliation happens in each chapter. Details of the votes and their outcomes have been left in for the sake of completion. The story on Patreon also included additional content and AI-generated non-explicit images of the characters, so if you want to see the full, complete version of the story, check out my patreon at patreon.com/matterotica
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The Humiliation Games
PROLOGUE
The room darkened, as if something were sucking the very light out of the air, darkness pulling in and gathering into a single point for a brief moment before bursting outwards with a loud `POOF' and a cloud of black smoke. As the smoke dissipated and light returned to the room, a large figure stepped forth and declared in a deep, gravelly voice, "Gokothon, the Black Dread has arrived!"
"Mmmm-huh," the young, blonde man sat behind the counter hummed without looking up at first. As he eventually put down his pen and glanced at the figure, he raised a single eyebrow, then reached to the front of the counter and tapped on a large, open book. "Please sign in," he requested flatly, then glanced down and straightened out his nametag, bearing the name `Jeremiah'.
The new arrival stood just under seven foot tall, with skin the colour of granite, two large horns and glowing eyes, making him an intimidating figure. He was dressed in an armoured breechcloth, large spiked pauldrons, elbow-length gauntlets, and knee-high boots, with a glowing red gauntlet hanging round his neck, resting against a chest that looked almost chiselled from stone. He stepped forward and scowled at the indifferent young man, then growled, "I am Gokothon, the Black Dread!"
"Very good," Jeremiah said, not flinching. "You can put that part in the 'name' column!" he said a little sarcastically.
The light once again seemed to be sucked out of the room as Goko'thon seemed to swell, towering up to eight feet, his eyes glowing as he bellow, "Gokothon does not SIGN IN!"
Jeremiah sighed heartily as he folded his arms on the counter and peered up at the `terrifying' demonic figure. "Every time," he muttered, shaking his head. "EVERYONE signs in, though if you'd like to speak to my manager, I'm happy to call him in. You may have heard of him – The Terror!"
Gokothon stared at Jeremiah for a moment and asked, "The Terror? As in... THE Terror?"
"How many `The Terror's do you know?" Jeremiah asked, straight-faced.
"Oh!" Gokothon grunted, then immediately shrank back down to his original size, potentially even a little smaller as he picked up the pen and started writing. "Umm... what do I put for car registration if I came by teleportation?" he asked, looking at Jeremiah questioningly.
"You can just leave that blank," Jeremiah said, rolling his eyes a little. "Would you like your full name on your tag, or just Gokothon?" he asked as he prepared the nametag for the latest arrival. "Or is it Mister The Black Dread?" he asked a little sarcastically.
Gokothon growled gently but replied, "Just Gokothon is fine!"
"Wonderful," Jeremiah said as he briefly cast his eyes over the sign-in book. He handed over the nametag and said, "Thank you very much, Gokothon, and welcome to The Humiliation Games!"
"Gentlemen, if I can have your attention please!"
Everyone in the room turned to face the man who had just appeared on the raised platform at one end of the room (appeared from a doorway, not out of thin air like some of the guests had).
"My name is Esteban," the man introduced himself, "And I will be your host and master of ceremonies for the duration of the games. If you could all please take your assigned seats." He was a charming looking man, who simply ooze charisma, dressed in a smart suit with his jet black hair and perfectly styled, a confident grin spread across his face. The top couple of buttons of his shirt were open, revealing a hint of dark hair over pectoral cleavage, hinting at the impressive physique beneath.
The large group casually complied with the hosts request and headed towards the seating area. A large section at the front was sectioned off with six `thrones' sat inside it, while the rest of the area was regular, if slightly lavish, seating.
The audience was made up of a large number of men, while five looming demonic figures roamed amongst them, all of whom headed for the cordoned off `Demons Only' area. As the thrones were filled, a diminutive looking man followed them in and took the sixth seat.
"Read the sign, HUMAN," Gokothon growled. "Demons only!"
The man gave a coy grin then looked to one of the other demons and said, "You can always spot the new ones, can't you!"
As Gokothon looked ready to attack at the obvious sleight, one of the other Demons raised a hand and said, "Relax, Goko, he's good!"
"It's Gokothon!" Gokothon snarled.
"Sure," the other Demon chuckled.
Before any further fighting could break out, Esteban called out, "Welcome, welcome all and thank you for joining us at this, the two hundred and forty second Humiliation Games! Ah, it barely seems like yesterday we were here for the first games, am I right?" It got a few titters from the crowd. "Now I see a few new faces this year, as well as a few old faces," he went on, pausing for a laugh, "And even one LITERALLY new face!" he said, looking to one of the Demons.
"Well the last one got melted off!" the Denon replied with a shrug.
"Mmm-huh, just like the new nose last year was for `breathing problems', right?" Esteban asked with a teasing wink, getting laughs from across the crowd. "Anyway, without further ado, let's get things started, shall we!" he suggested.
There was a cheer from the crowd.
"Now I'm sure many of you Terrorholics are just DYING to see the main man, but he won't be joining us until the first round begins. Before that, we have some explaining to do and a few introductions to make!" Esteban explained. "We should start by introducing this year's sponsors, so please welcome to the stage... in no particular order... Master Ezekiel of the House of Faularry and Master Sebastian of the House of Trauxity."
As two men stepped out onto stage, the human spectators cheered wildly while a couple of the Demons clapped politely. Master Ezekiel was a man in his late thirties, dressed in a dark grey suit that looked like it cost more than the GDP of some countries, covering an impressively muscular frame. He smiled with extreme confidence at his cheering fans and gave a respectful nod to the Demons as he stood at Esteban's side.
To the other side, dressed in extravagant robes of deep purple decorated with silver embroidery, stood Master Sebastian. He looked to be in his late twenties, with round, narrow-framed glasses, a serene smile and a mess of blonde hair peeking out from beneath the hood of his robes. He bowed respectfully to the audience.
"So for those of you joining us for the first time, this is how it works. The Terror, praise be unto him," Esteban started.
"Praise be unto him!" the humans interrupted.
"Indeed," Esteban chuckled, "Anyway, every year, The Terror, praise be unto him..."
"Praise be unto him!" the humans interrupted again.
Esteban sighed as he shook his head. "Fine, then every year MY MASTER grants his blessing to one of the magical houses. For the past two-hundred-and-forty-two years, that favour has been granted to the winner of The Humiliation Games. This year, the houses of Faularry and Trauxity will be competing for the grand prize," Esteban explained to the crowd.
"Each house will be given SIX opportunities to humiliate an unsuspecting and oblivious Plebicile," Esteban paused to address the Demons directly as he added, "That's what we call the non-magical humans!" He looked back to the rest of the crowd and continued, "As is tradition, humiliations will be inflicted courtesy of our Demonic guests who will shortly be divided into Team Faularry and Team Trauxity!"
The Demons began mumbling between themselves, seemingly discussing the merits of the two houses.
"And that is where you come in, my lovely audience," Esteban said with a grin. "Each round, the next victim... umm... I mean, volunteer... will be introduced. Whichever House is due to go next will be allowed to put forward THREE suggestions for your consideration for the best way to humiliate out victim... ugh, volunteer, I don't know WHY I keep doing that!" He got a knowing laugh from the audience. "The winning idea will be played out for our entertainment in real time. Once the humiliation is complete, we move on to the next turn. Once both houses have each inflicted ten humiliations, voting will open to determine scores and the House with the highest overall score will win the favour of The Terror, praise be unto him!"
"Praise be unto him!" the humans echoed back.
"Splendid," Esteban said happily. "Now, it's time to introduce our special guests so Masters Sebastian and Ezekiel can build their teams. Once again in no particular order, first up we have Buth'Taloz, Bringer of Ruin!"
As Esteban said the name, one of the demonic figures stood, presenting himself to both the two Master and the other humans in the audience.
"Buth'Taloz returns for his... thirty-second year, yes?" Esteban asked, looking at the Demon. As he got a nod back, he went on, "Buth'Taloz specializes in reputational ruin and loss. Ever seen someone who has it all, lose it all? Ever seen someone who had great potential, just to have it slip away in a shitstorm of humiliating revelations? That was likely the work of Buth'Taloz," the host explained. He looked to the Demon and asked, "How's Elon?"
"A work in progress," Buth'Taloz replied with a snigger before he sat back down.
"Next up, a round of applause for Dazallan of Cirramir," Esteban introduced the nest Demon who stood. "Always a popular and, dare I say... OBVIOUS choice at the games, Dazallan's speciality is the enhancement of sexual desire and fetishism. Paired with his ability to repress inhibitions, it has led to some... truly graphic encounters in past games. Am I right?"
Dazallan chuckled as he nodded and replied, "I can't take credit for the shows, I simply put the fuel in the tank, the Plebiciles do the rest!"
"Modest as always," Esteban said as the crowd applauded and Dazallan sat back in his throne. "And our third Demonic volunteer is Gokothon, the Black Dread who joins us tonight for his very first Humiliation Games!"
Gokothon stood and glared round at the crowd. "I thought I was attending a public flaying, but if this is what The Terror desires, I'm happy to offer my services!" As he saw the humans staring at him expectantly, he let out a sigh and added, "Fine, praise be unto him!"
"Praise be unto him!" the humans chanted.
"Very good," Esteban sniggered. "Gokothon is a real up-and-comer in the world of nightmare manifestation. Ever had a nightmare that ended up coming true? If so, it may well have been the work of Gokothon," he explained, then looked to the Demon and said, "Welcome to the games!"
Gokothon nodded as he sat down.
"Our fourth Demon is none other than Humiliation Games legend himself, Zorren Zorrensokowicz!" Esteban said, pausing as the audience cheered wildly. Even the other Demons joined in, seemingly well aware of their peer's infamy. "There really isn't much to say about Zorren's probably manipulation abilities. Let's just say you should try to expect the unexpected when he's involved!"
Zorren stood, nodded graciously and sat back down again.
Esteban waited a moment for the cheering to die down, then started, "Next up..."
"I am Tharukan of the Sinisterium!" the fifth Demon announced as he stood. "I would tell you mortals to fear me, but when I'm around it's each other you TRULY need to fear!"
"Well," Esteban said to the slightly shocked audience. "How unnecessarily dramatic," he said slightly mockingly, "But completely true. The Sinisterium specialise in bringing out the darker thoughts and baser desires of Plebiciles and Tharukan is here for the first time this year to represent them. So, a big welcome to Tharukan!"
Tharukan remained standing for a few moments, basking in the applause before he sat back down.
"And that means last, but certainly not least..." Esteban said, gesturing to the man sitting amongst the Demons. "It's... Dave!"
The crowd began to applause but stopped as the name sunk in. "Dave?" "That's it?" Just... Dave?" The questions echoed round the room curiously, even a few of the other Demons looking amused or dismissive.
"I think someone's selling me a little short!" Dave said as he stood. "Of course, it doesn't sound impressive when you just say Dave. Everyone else got their full title!"
"Oh, of course!" Esteban said with a wry grin. "Then let me re-introduce..." he paused shaking his head as the audience watched expectantly. "Dave... the Demon!"
There was laughter around the room at the name. Gokothon and Tharukan both rumbled with low laughter at the human-looking figure.
"Amateurs," Zorren said quietly to himself with a headshake as he watched the two overconfident, inexperienced newcomers.
"Well, now that introductions are out of the way," Esteban continued. "It's time to choose teams. We flipped a coin backstage before we started and Master Ezekiel won, so first choice goes to them!"
Master Ezekiel perused the six guests but took barely more than a few seconds before he announced, "We'll be having Lord Zorren!"
Instantly, Zorren and his throne vanished and then reappeared at the back of the stage on Ezekiel's side. "A sensible choice," Zorren said with a solemn nod.
Master Sebastian hummed thoughtfully for a moment, then smiled and said, "We'll take Lord Dazallan please!" Once again, his choice moved the Demon from the audience and up onto the stage behind him.
"Master Ezekiel, your second choice please!" Esteban prompted.
Ezekiel smiled wickedly as he looked down and said, "I think we could work well with Lord Tharukan's abilities!" Instantly, the Demon was behind him.
"Wise choice," Tharukan growled.
Sebastian looked at the remaining three and requested, "I'd like Lord Buth'Taloz please!" The fourth Demon joined team Trauxity.
"That leaves just Gokothon and... Dave!" Esteban said with a smirk.
"I swear I've manifested this nightmare for Plebiciles before," Gokothon mumbled unhappily. "Though it's usually in a PE lesson!"
"Give us Gokothon!" Ezekiel requested, saving the Demon from the shame of being chosen last. As Gokothon appeared behind him, he sniggered and said, "Or rather, DON'T give is DAVE!" While some of the audience laughed, he heard a dejected sign for Zorren behind him.
"Well that puts Dave... the Demon on team Trauxity!" Esteban finished as Dave vanished and reappeared alongside Dazallan and Buth'Taloz, smiling contentedly. "So, with teams selected we're just about ready to begin round one but all that remains is to bring out the main man, the big cheese, the reason for the season, the name behind the game. Demons and gentlemen, it gives me the greatest of pleasures to introduce to you all... THE TERROR!"
As the crowd chanted, "PRAISE BE UNTO HIM!" the lights shut off. Right in the centre of the room a cloud of luminescent red smoke exploded out, accompanied by a loud crack. Within the faint glow, the shape of a large throne appeared, one of such grandeur that it made the six on stage look like they'd been picked up from the discount section of IKEA. Decorated with tortured humanoid figures carved from precious metals and glistening with exquisite gems, it was a show of pure decadence.
As the lights began to come back up, there was a collective hush as they same the figure sat within the magnificent throne – The Terror (praise be unto him!) Considering the five terrifying figures sitting on stage, the Demon they all seemed to respect, revere and fear was quite unassuming. Were it not for his deep red skin, glowing blue eyes and jet black hair that moved as if underwater, he would almost have passed for human. Even those who had never seen him in person before knew enough about him to fear his very presence.
"A good group this year," The Terror stated, his voice carrying effortlessly though those hearing it could have sworn it was coming from inside their own head. "Shall we begin?"
PART 1
"And we begin, as one would expect... with round one!" Esteban declared, now that they had the permission of his spectating master.
As Esteban waved his hands into the air, the wall behind him shimmered. The audience stared in anticipation as the huge screen appeared, depicting a man going about his business, blissfully unaware of the people and Demons watching him. Alongside it, a picture and biography appeared.
"Our first... volunteer," Esteban said, smirking as he finally managed to avoid calling him a victim, "Is this fine gentleman!" He gestured to the screen as he stood back and began the introduction. "Edward Craven is twenty-four-year-old Plebicile who hails from the Portsmouth in the South of England. By day, he works in real estate where he doesn't let a petty thing like morals get in the way of a good commission."
The crowd sat watching Edward on screen. He was an attractive young man, which likely helped with his professional `achievements', as he was currently dressed in a white shirt with black pinstripes that was so fitted he looked at risk of ripping out of it at any moment, revealing the impressive physique beneath. His sleeves were rolled up and his tie was loosened below an open top button. His sandy brown hair was impeccably styled, while his jaw bore a slight hint of stubble, emphasising his charming smile.
"Outside of work, Edward can be found at the gym no less than six times a week and he seems to be under the impression that `going to the gym a lot' constitutes an actual personality," Edward continued, smirking a little. "Edward has a substantial social media following for his exercise and health routines. He currently has a girlfriend who he has been dating for five months, but he also has two other frequent sexual partners on the side, one being a female co-worker from his office and the other... his own sister's boyfriend! Edward is bisexual, obviously, but not out. Even his girlfriend has no idea of his sexual proclivities, nor of his activities with his other two partners."
The latest bit of information got the audience whispering to each other.
"More specific details will be made available to Team Faularry as Edward will be theirs to torment, but for now that's as much as you need to know," Esteban explained. "Team Faularry, you now have five minutes to confer or plot individually if you so wish before you will be required to present your ideas to the audience! So start the timer!"
As Esteban gestured once again, Edward remained on-screen, but with a five-minute timer overlaid, already counting down.
Watching Master Ezekiel and his three Demonic advisors huddle up, Team Trauxity exchanged glances.
"Really Esteban," Dave said shaking his head as the host stood close to them. "A cheating closet case. You guys used to give us a challenge!"
"I don't know, looks like a trap to me," Buth'Taloz interjected, shaking his head. "His life's already a house of cards ready to tumble. It's low-hanging fruit. They're testing `em to see if they'll take the easy option!"
"No comment," Esteban sniggered.
"So what would you do, Lord Buth'Taloz?" Sebastian asked casually. "If this was our turn, I mean!"
Buth'Taloz looked Master Sebastian up and down, sizing him up for a moment before he declared, "You may call me Buth." He got a smile and gracious nod in return. "And personally I'd go for the job. Definitely the biggest reputational damage there and takes away his livelihood, which may in turn bring down the rest. I'm thinking trick him into some kind of impropriety while working, perhaps an attractive young customer with his wife who tempts him into a compromising situation."
"Interesting," Sebastian said with a nod.
"Great minds think alike," Dazallan sniggered, nodding to Buth'Taloz, clearly thinking along the same lines.
Sebastian frowned slightly. The aim was to present three different ideas to the crowd. Based on his studies of past Humiliation Games, he knew the best support always came from a crowd that was lively and engaged. When every vote was a clean sweep, people got bored. He looked to Dave and just got a smirk back. He didn't need to ask to know that the mysterious human-looking Demon would be keeping his cards close to his chest.
As the timer got close to the end, Esteban called out, "Ten seconds to go, Team Faularry!" They watched the timer count down to zero and then disappear from screen, leaving it showing Edward as he worked. "So let's hear your options then!"
"This'll be good," Buth'Taloz said, looking genuinely eager to hear the opposition.
"Thank you, Esteban," Master Ezekiel said with a polite nod, then looked to The Terror (praise be unto him) and began, "Team Faularry has conferred and we have put together some truly wonderful ideas to get the games off to a flying start. First, let's hear from Lord Gokothon!"
Gokothon stood and looked briefly back at the screen before turning to face the audience. "A simple man with a simple nightmare!" he declared confidently. "I propose to turn a day at work into the worst day of Edward's life and expose all of his dirty little secrets!"
"A good start," Master Ezekiel said confidently. "Next, I present Lord Zorren!"
Zorren stood, getting the usual applause his reputation attracted. "I have glanced down the weaving paths that sit ahead for our young Mr Craven and a unique opportunity presents itself shortly, one that will see the entire... house of cards..." he paused to smile in Buth'Taloz's direction as he used the exact description the other Demon had just used, then continued, "... come tumbling down around him in the most beautifully spectacular manner. A simple act of self-gratification is all it will take for Mr Craven to bring about his own downfall! My proposal is that we have Edward a discrete moment of private sexual relief become... substantially less private!"
"How wonderfully cryptic!" Master Ezekiel said, smiling as the saw the audience intrigued to see how the probability manipulator would pull it off. "And finally, Lord Tharukan!"
"Ah yes a human gym, a veritable hothouse of fiery tempers, steroid-induced rage and repressed homosexuality," Tharukan said with a snigger. "One might think it a slightly easy target for someone of my skill, but we're just getting started and it feels like too good an opportunity to pass up. My proposal is to have other slightly more... jealous members of Edward's gym turn against him to humiliate him in the most explicit of ways!"
"Splendid," Master Ezekiel said, looking pleased with his opening round. "So gentlemen of the audience, I put it you now to choose. Lord Gokothon's proposal manifest Edward's naked nightmare into reality, Lord Zorren's proposal to expose Edward's many secrets or Lord Tharukan's proposal to have other gym users turn on Edward to humiliate him publicly! Place your votes now please!"
AUTHOR NOTE – Below are the voting options and the results of the vote
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Have Edward's nightmare become reality and turn a day at work into the worst day of his life – 9%
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Have a series of unlikely events lead to Edward accidentally exposing himself publicly – 36%
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Have other gym users give in to their jealousy and abuse, expose and humiliate Edward – 55%
PART 2
"Well there we have it, ladies and gentlemen," Esteban said as the voting closed. "Well, demons and gentlemen, but same thing, am I right, fellas?" The comment got laughs mostly from the human men in the audience. "Voting is officially closed on round one of The Humiliation Games and it seems our winner, and offering up the very first humiliation on behalf of Team Faularry we have... Tharukan of the Sinisterium. Watch out Edward, things are about to get... sinister!"
Tharukan rose to his feet and with a gesture, the display showing Edward Craven sped up, blurring through his day until he approached the gym. "My Lord," he said, turning to face The Terror, "I present for your viewing pleasure... The Humiliation of Edward Craven!" His eyes glowed red for just a moment as all attention turned to the human on screen.
"Fuck's sake," Edward growled as he slammed the locker, shaking his head at his phone. "What's the fuckin' point of having three of `em if none of them are ever free for a fuck!" he muttered to himself as he wandered out into the gym.
For the last couple of months, having plateaued in his gains, Edward's workouts had started with a dose of Sildenafil (a.k.a. Viagra), the latest in his fad ideas to help put off what felt like an inevitable move towards steroids. It was a move of slight desperation, driven largely by the occasional comments on his workout videos and live feeds about not seeing much improvement despite his claims of progress. The drug seemed to be helping, for now at least, but it did bring other side effects that could be enjoyable... if any of his three regular sexual partners was actually free!
Heading through the gym, Edward found some solace in the fact that his frustration could at least be channelled into his workout, which he intended to record for posting online soon. He began, as always, with his `show' workout, the one where he still looked pretty, energetic and could put on a good show. The actual workout would follow after, when he could sweat, complain and quit whenever he felt like it without the judgmental bastards online having anything to say about it.
The free weight area was busier than usual, which only added to Edward's frustration. He pulled a bench aside, finding a spot where he could record while showing himself from both the front and the back thanks to the mirrored wall, then started gathering the supplies he needed for his fake workout.
Just as he was positioning his camera, Edward heard from behind him, "You using those?"
He turned to see another man looking at the large pile of weights strewn around the bench. He rolled his eyes at the other man and huffed, "Obviously!"
The man recoiled slightly but didn't say anything back. Instead, he just turned to move away, muttering under his breath.
Starting the recording, Edward got up and sat on the bench with a weight in one hand and smiled at the camera as he started, "Alright Eddites, it's your boy Eddie here with today's workout. Today I'm gonna be focusing on..." He paused as someone walked across behind him and muttered under his breath, "Ugh, for fuck's sake!" Rolling his eyes, he waited for the other man to get out of shot and tried again.
On the second attempt, Edward managed to get through his introduction and first set of exercises before he had to stop again, this time because someone walked between him and the camera. "Excuse you!" he growled at the man who was already walking away.
On Edward went, gradually working through getting what he needed. He had hoped to get a single quick run-through that he could post unedited, but the constant interruptions meant he would have to do a lot more editing, though as he neared the end of the routine he figured he didn't have much else to do with his night aside from a wank of the inevitable erection that the drug would bring. On the bright side, his continued annoyance had prevented him from popping a boner during his workout. As much as a sizeable bulge made for an excellent thirst trap, Eddie was still shy about that particular part of his body, if not the rest.
Just as he was trying to finish the ending for the video, someone walked behind him once again. "FOR FUCK'S SAKE! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M RECORDING?" he snarled at the other man.
"This is a fucking gym, not a studio you vapid twat!" the man snapped back at him. "You wanna make your stupid fucking videos without anyone else around, then fuck off somewhere else!" He was an imposing figure, sporting the kind of muscles Edward coveted himself. Clad in dark blue shorts and a pale blue tank top, his bulging pecs, strong vein-covered arms and broad shoulders glistened with a slight sheen of sweat. His angular jaw was adorned with a neatly-trimmed heavy stubble while his heavy brow was furrowed as he looked at Edward.
Edward jumped to his feet, puffing out his chest as he realised the man was bigger than him. "Fuck you, I can record where I want, and I should be able to do it without pathetic, loser nobodies like you fuckin' up my shots!"
The man stared back at him and just for the briefest moment, there was a slight flash of red in his eyes. "You think I'm a nobody cos I can actually work out without needing some likes and comments? Get a fucking life you pathetic cunt!"
By now the altercation had begin drawing attention, with other men gathering round.
"Whoever owns this mess might wanna come rein your boy in before he ends up on his back," Edward said derisively, hoping someone actually would intervene. Tough as he knew he was, this guy looked like a real threat.
"Yeah, ease up Loz," another guy stepping forward from the gathering crowd.
"Stay outta this," Loz snapped back at him.
"Aww, boyfriend here to save you," Edward taunted, knowing that provoking them was a bad idea but too proud to simply back down now.
The other man looked to Edward as a flash of red in his eyes flickered momentarily before he replied, "Yeah, you fucking wish. Go back to your OnlyFans, wanker!"
The comment got some laughs from the spectators, which only riled Edward more. "It's Instagram!" Edward snapped back, but blushed heavily as he realised how pathetic it sounded, a feeling accentuated by more laughs from the crowd. For just a moment, Edward could have sworn he saw a faint red aura around them, but put it down to the Sildenafil or his own fury.
"I think this Insta-twat needs a fucking lesson in gym etiquette!" the second man said with a snigger. Alone he wasn't overly menacing, but alongside the other man, with the baying crowd as back-up, he managed to look a little intimidating. His muscles weren't quite as pronounced as Loz's, but he still sported a physique most guy aspired to, every curve of his muscles contrasting the pale brown of his skin against the harsh reflection of the gym's lights. Dressed in a bright green tank top and boldly short navy shorts, his smooth thighs were trunk-like, the living embodiment of `not skipping leg day'.
"Nev," Loz said with a wicked grin, "You read my fucking mind!"
"You guys ain't showing em anything!" Edward said, feeling his nerve beginning to slip as the crowd closed in around him.
Crowd may have been a generous term for it. There can't have been more than a dozen guys, with a few more watching casually from further across the gym, but standing alone in the centre the group felt much larger to Edward.
"Maybe this'll help!" another guy from the group said, stepping forward to snatch up Edward's phone.
Panicking, Edward jumped forward to try and snatch it back, but tripped over one of the many weights strewn around him and flopped down onto the bench as the phone was handed to Nev.
"Hold him!" Nev said, nodding at Edward who was in the process of getting back up to the sound of laughter.
Loz stepped forward as he said, "Sy, grab him!"
Edward tried to move, but the two men were on him quickly, shoving him back down to sit on the bench, his arms twisted up behind his back. He felt the two men pressed against him, one on either side. He could feel the slight bulge of Loz's dick against his shoulder but tried to ignore it. "GET OFFA ME!" Edward snapped as he struggled against them.
Sy leaned and whispered, "Hey!" He gave a charming smile as Edward looked at him nervously. He was a similar build to Nev, dressed similarly but in a white tank top as opposed to the other man's bright green. His skin was a darker brown while his full lips made his smile all the more alluring.
Edward gasped as he saw the attractive young man up close, staring wide eyes and momentarily silent. He could smell him too, a mix of fresh sweat and body spray, with a hint of coffee of sweetness on his breath.
"If you speak without us telling you, or shout, or scream, or anything..." Sy whispered, "You'll be getting gagged, and I'll be doing it with one of my own sweaty socks. Is that what you want?"
Edward's eyes almost bulged out of his head at the comment. It wasn't so much the threat, intimidating as it was, it was more the fact he knew he would likely enjoy having that done to him. He felt a slight twitch in his shorts but just nodded back to Sy, focusing on mentally holding back what now felt inevitable.
"Oh. Ah shit, man," Nev said with a huge grin, having been looking through the phone as the crowd gathered closer again and Edward was threatened into silence. "Who wants to hear his most recent conversation?" he called out, getting an immediate cheer in response.
"No!" Edward whined, but the noise quickly stopped as he felt his arm pulled further up his back, sending a shooting pain into his shoulder.
"So this is with a guy in his phone as `Brad'," Nev said with a smirk. He looked to Edward and asked, "Who's Brad?" As Edward just stared back at him, trembling, Nev shook his head and said, "It's okay, I'll find out!" He tapped away for a few moments and seemingly found what he was looking for. Looking at Edward knowingly for a moment he shook his head and said, "Wow, you're a naughty boy, aren't you, Eddie?"
"Ah come, don't do this!" Edward pleaded.
"Oh we're doing this, you colossal douchebag! We are SO doing this!" Nev said disapprovingly. "So, Eddie's conversation with Brad starts with lil Eddie asking if he's free tonight. Sadly, Brad says he's not. He's out with Rachel!" He looked to the crowd and said, "That's Brad's girlfriend, it seems!" He looked back to the phone and grinned as he said, "Eddie's reply to that... and this is word for word... `Please, I'm SO horny and getting no action from Jade or Sarah!' I wonder who they might be. One moment!"
The crowd let out a series of oohs, gasps, taunts and laughs as Nev checked the phone.
"Wow, naughty was an understatement!" Nev said as he smirked at a distraught Eddie. "Anyway, Brad was having none of it and tells Eddie maybe another time', so lil Ed replies... again, his words, Please Daddy. You can do whatever you want to me!' Wow, daddy. Now that's embarrassing!"
"I was... I was joking!" Edward insisted as the crowd continued laughing.
"Yeah, based on the rest of your conversations with Brad, you REALLY weren't joking!" Nev said with a derisive smirk. He stepped forward and moved round behind Edward, standing between Loz and Sy. He quickly whispered something to each of them, getting a gentle gasp followed by a laugh.
"Oh, so here's the deal, Eddie," Loz said as he leaned down to place his lips close enough to almost brush Edward's ear. "You're gonna do everything we tell you, otherwise we tell everyone here about who Brad is, about BOTH of your affairs, about you fucking around with your own sister's boyfriend and after that, we tell your sister and your girlfriend too!"
"No, please," Edward pleaded.
"Just do as you're told and we don't have to tell anyone anything... or share any of this to your Instagram!" Loz whispered menacingly.
"Fine, fine, just... just don't tell anyone!" Edward replied, flinching as he looked at the rabid crowd watching.
"Sweet," Loz said with a smirk. He stood up and addressed the group as he said, "Lil Ed's gonna put on a show for us all as an apology for being such an inconsiderate member of this gym. Anyone who doesn't wanna see a grown man totally humiliate himself can fuck off now!" He paused for a moment as nobody moved and said, "Nobody? Excellent! Come on then Ed, up you get!"
Edward was released and for a brief moment he considered running, but aside from the fact he would be immediately caught, Nev still had his phone and could easily follow through on the threats. Taking a breath he stood up and looked round at the three men.
"Clothes off," Loz said firmly, stoney faced as he ordered the humiliating task.
"Wh... what..." Edward gasped. "No, please!"
"Fine, Nev, call Jade!" Loz instructed.
"Fuck. Fine!" Edward said as he grabbed his tank top and peeled it off, tossing it down onto the bench. "Happy now?" he asked angrily.
"Did anyone hear me say `just take you shirt off'?" Loz asked the crowd, getting a cheer of no's in response. "I thought so. You fucking heard me, cunt. Off. Now!"
"Fuck," Edward muttered as he reached down and slid his shorts down to his ankles, very conscious of the fact that bending over stretched the fabric of his briefs over his butt as it pointed at the amused audience. He stood back up, blushing as he stood now wearing just white briefs and trainers. He paused for a moment, hoping it would be enough but an eyebrow raise from Loz made it clear he had to continue.
"Hold up!" Sy said as he saw Edward grab the waistband of his underwear. "Look at that!" he said, pointing to Edward's crotch.
"Ah, too good. Maybe he thinks you're his daddy!" Nev said, elbowing Loz as he laughed.
"Fucking perv!" Loz laughed. "Turn round, let the others see!" he instructed.
Edward let out a whine but complied, turning round to reveal the unmistakeable bulge of an erection in his underwear.
"Fuck!" "He's enjoying this!" "Perv!" "Kinda hot!" "Who's your daddy?" the audience taunted at the sight of the reluctantly aroused young man.
As Edward stood facing the group, the other three moved round to join them, so they could all enjoy the same sight as Loz said, "Okay, carry on!"
Edward stared down at the ground, cheeks burning as his cock felt like it got harder. Taking a deep breath, he reached into his pants, cupped his balls in one hand and put his dick behind his wrist as he shoved the underwear down with his other hand. "Happy now?" he demanded as he stood up, moving his other hand to help cover his crotch.
"Move the hands!" "Don't cover up!" "Hands by your sides!" "Boooo!" the crowd cheered at him.
"You heard them," Loz sniggered.
"Fuck you all," Edward muttered as he dropped his hands to his side.
There was an almighty cheer as the group got an unobstructed view of the naked young man as he stood before them. Edward's body was certainly one most would admire, and despite his own desires to continue improving' it, he already had the sort of physique most guys could dream of, with defined abs, sporting pert nipples, speckled with the occasional hair and abs that still showed even without flexing. His penis was the part he was least proud of, due to its distinct averageness. He wasn't overly thick or long, though that's not to say it was small. It was a perfectly adequate size, but in a world of bigger is better', average is never enough. It stood out from his body, pointing straight ahead at the crowd. He wished it pointed up more, he always felt it didn't look quite so good compared to others, like it was some kind of commentary on his ability to get hard or please someone because it wasn't pointing straight up.
"Are we done now?" Edward asked, trying to ignore the fact he was torn between bursting into tears and ejaculating over the way he was being controlled.
"Jesus, I know you're not the brightest, but even you can see where this is going, can't you?" Sy asked with a snigger.
"Seriously? Come on. You don't need to do that!" Edward frowned, shaking his head disapprovingly.
"No, but you do! Come on, knock one out for `daddy', little boy!" Loz said patronisingly.
Edward knew he really didn't have a choice if he wanted to keep his secrets from being shared with the people in his life... or worse, with his followers. And yet, part of him didn't want to object anyway. Part of the thrill he got from his time with Brad was the submissiveness, a side of himself he never explored with the many women he'd fucked over the years. It just never felt right, a woman in charge, yet when things happened with Brad it had become apparent very quickly that he loved to serve, and obey. Furious as he was with the three men and their amused spectators, obeying them like this was strangely exciting, even if it was absolutely mortifying.
"Fine, fuck it, fine!" Edward huffed as he took hold of his dick. He had never felt himself quite so hard. The Sildenafil usually made sure his already-eager erections were rock hard, but this felt like a new level of hardness as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft. He had been horny all day, hoping to hook up after work, and that arousal was becoming both obvious and problematic. He had barely given himself a dozen strokes when he felt the exciting tightness in his crotch that indicated he was close to release.
"Hmm, something's not right," Nev said thoughtfully. "Oh, I know. On your knees!" he instructed.
Edward stared back as he gulped. He was already naked and masturbating for a crowd of strangers. Did they REALLY need to keep making it worse? The only thing more annoying than his own compliance with the instruction was the throb on his dick from doing so. Dropping to his knees, he paused for a moment, holding back so he didn't cum too quickly. It felt torturous to be dragging it out, but he was still early enough into the wank that an ejaculation now would be considered premature. That sort of embarrassment really was something he was keen to avoid, especially with a dozen people watching.
"Hey, he's got a free hand," one of the spectators said as he leaned closer to the three ringleaders. "Any ideas?"
"Oh, plenty!" Loz sniggered.
"But let's keep it simple," Nev added. "Hey, lil Ed, two fingers up your butt now!" he ordered. As he saw Edward stare back in shock he waved the phone and said, "And don't tell me you can't take it, cos I got proof right here of EXACTLY what you can take!"
"God," Edward whimpered as he raised his free hand to his mouth. Sucking on his fingers hadn't been ordered, but without lubrication, his own saliva was the best he could come up with. Holding his dick with his other hand, appreciating the excuse to stop stroking for a moment, he reached back and pressed the fingers against his hole. He felt slight relief at the fact they couldn't see exactly what he was doing, then realised the mirrored wall behind him.
The crowd were cheering wildly as Edward began to finger himself, watching his reflection as the digits pushed inside him.
"Oh fuck," Edward grunted as he got carried away and actually poked at his prostate, he felt precum oozing down his shaft. He didn't need to actually pleasure himself with the fingers, he just had to look like he was, but he had been so caught up in the feeling that he almost couldn't stop himself now. Poking at his prostate, his jaw dropped slightly as he began to gasp and moan, his erection still gripped motionlessly in his other hand. "Oh god, oh god, fuck... fuck... he panted as he edged.
"How does it feel, Eddie?" Sy called out.
"So... good!" Edward replied without thinking, cheeks burning as the spectators cheered and laughed.
"Do you wanna cum for us, little boy?" Loz asked loudly.
"Yes, please sir, please let me!" Edward gasped, too caught up in the moment to realise he didn't actually need permission.
"Whadda we say guys? Can he cum yet?" Loz shouted out.
"YEAH!" the crowd cheered as one.
"Ah, thank you. Thank you," Edward gasped. He gave his erection less than a dozen quick strokes before he let out a high-pitched whimper and began to spray the floor ahead of him with long streaks of thick spunk, stroking eagerly as he felt one of the most intense orgasms of his life. His balls ached from the explosive release as his hole clenched repeatedly around his probing finger. "Oh my god," he gasped as he finally stopped cumming. Pulling his fingers out and releasing his still-hard prick, he stared down at the ground, gasping to catch his breath.
The crowd was going wild still, laughing and cheering and taunting the naked young man as he came down from the release.
"Hey, this was all about gym etiquette," Loz said with a smirk. "And we know it's always good manners to clean up after yourself. So clean up your mess, boy!"
Edward looked round for the nearest cleaning station.
"Nuh-uh, not like that!" Loz said, shaking his head as Edward looked at him in dismay. "You KNOW how I mean!"
Edward stared at the muscular man. He knew he should say no, he knew he should resist, he... knew he wanted to do it. Fuck! He leaned down and lapped up the small puddle in front of him that had formed from the final few drops of his ejaculation as the crowd's noises changed to a mix of repulsion and amusement at the humiliating act.
Doing his best to ignore the taunts, dry-heaving and laughter, Edward worked his way along the floor, lapping up his own spunk. As he got to the final drop, he found himself at the feet of his three tormentors. Looking up at them teary-eyed with remnants of spunk around his mouth, Edward had never felt more pathetic.
"We'll leave your clothes in the locker room," Loz said, shaking his head in disgust. "Clean up your mess then you're free to go!" he said, gesturing to the weights Edward had been using.
And just like that, it seemed to be over. The crowd began to disperse as Loz, Nev and Sy grabbed Edward's clothes and headed for the locker room.
It was strange that putting the weights away naked while the other gym users returned to their usual workouts actually felt more exposing than pleasuring himself in front of them. It was the normality of their actions compared to the differentness of his own that made it seem strange. Soon enough, he had things back in place and hurried off to the locker room.
He had expected his clothes to be gone, or for the three men to be waiting for him, but he found his clothes folded on a bench with his phone on top and no sign of the tormentors. Edward was quite relieved it was over, until he saw his phone screen was lit up, a series of notifications coming in one after the other. It appeared to be Instagram comments.
What a show!
Is he starting an OnlyFans?
Did he mean to post this?
I thought he'd be bigger.
Damn dude that's embarrassing.
That was hot!!
With a sudden wave of panic, Edward went to his Instagram and found himself looking at a video of himself on his knees, fingering himself as he ejaculated, presumably with the clean up to follow, based on the length of the video. Desperately fumbling to find the delete button, the video suddenly disappeared and a message popped up saying his account had been deleted for sharing explicit content. Not locked, gone. While it was a slight mercy that the video was gone, he now had no idea if anyone had saved it, or who else might have seen it, but before he could worry too much he saw the text messages.
Jade had sent, [YOU FUCKING TWAT. HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU! WE ARE SO DONE!]
His sister had sent, [You slept with my boyfriend? Please tell me these screenshots are faked!]
There were other messages. Ones from Brad, who had been similarly dumped. Ones from his manager, insisting they need to talk after some content she had been sent. Messages from Sarah, breaking up with him having found herself in similar trouble with their manager. Everything in his life had gone to hell in a single moment.
"Fuck!" he whimpered as he dropped his phone back onto the pile of discarded clothes.
"Ugh, epic stuff!" Esteban called out as the screen faded out on Edward. "Tharukan of the Sinisterium, demons and gentlemen!" he called out, bowing to the demon who had orchestrated the unwitting human's humiliation.
The crowd applauded for Tharukan who returned to this throne, getting a smile from Master Ezekiel for what he felt was a good first round. Even The Terror gave a slight smile at the humiliation he had just witnessed.
"And now, we'll be back with our next victim and Team Trauxity's first humiliation. Stay with us as The Humiliation Games continue after this short break!" Esteban called out to the appreciative audience.
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. The full story, along with bonus content and exclusives, at patreon.com/matterotica or be back here soon for the next humiliation.
If you wish to read any of my other stories, please see below for links and for any comments or feedback, you can contact me at matterotica@hotmail.co.uk
The Kingswood Saga
Tales from Kingswood (Book 1)– https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/
Half-Term at Kingswood (Book 1 bonus story) – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/
The Kingswood Eight (Book 2) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-kingswood-eight/
A Very Kingswood Easter (Book 2 bonus story) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/a-very-kingswood-easter/
The Kingswood Effect (Book 3) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-kingswood-effect/
The Benny Saga (in reading order)
Benny Takes Control – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/
The Dangers of Desire – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/
Benny's House – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/
Other Series
Possession – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/
Jack Hamilton – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/
Phil's Naked Adventures – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/
One-shots
The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction
Jake's Exposure – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure
Becoming an Internet Master – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master
Brian's Big Mistake – http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake
And Then It Got Worse – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse
Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity
There's a Naked Alfie in the Garden - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/theres-a-naked-alfie-in-the-garden