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CONTENT: A story of two men and two boys going through actual hell.
CHAPTER ONE
When I came to my senses I was on a warm stone ground, naked. The darkness around me wasn't perfect, broken by tiny glimmering things far away, like embers or fireflies.
With no memory of getting where I was, I felt alarmed, but had the mind to notice that my skin was unnaturally smooth. Not as if shaved or waxed, but as if my body had lost the ability to hold hair. Only the short hair on my head was still there.
Then the light came on in form of several sizzling fires.
The surrounding looked like hell. A massive cavern of black stone, illuminated by the flames along the walls and stream of lava. The stone had been carved into the rough shape of a mock cathedral, windowless, twisted and spiky.
I was on the platform that filled most of the huge space, with lava streams surrounding the smooth stone. In the dry heat I began to sweat right away. Strangely I didn't feel the temperature was as oppressive as it should have been. Almost as if the lava wasn't quite real.
With me were three other naked unfortunate souls, but I didn't have time to study them.
As the flames died down to a regular level – burning continuously with no clear fuel source – some stalactites along the cathedral-esque ceiling turned transparent. What I saw wasn't their insides, however. They seemed to be screens, showing crowds of horned men with red or gray skin. Their yellow, green and purple eyes stared down at us, meaning the screens were two-way.
A booming voice – too deep to be human – came from everywhere at once.
"Welcome again to the torture games. Let me introduce this batch of contestants."
I was grabbed by invisible restraints. With no obvious cause, my feet were pulled apart as far as they would go and my wrists were similarly lifted. I stood spread eagle and could see the other three go through the same procedure.
Then the invisible thing grabbed my balls and pulled down. All four of us screamed at the pain. I entered a squatting position as deep as I could and only when I was strained to the point of shaking did I reach a position where the drag decreased.
Next my knees were pushed apart, making the squatting all the harder to maintain. I couldn't have held the position comfortably for ten seconds. My sweating increased as I did my best to keep breathing calmly.
Music began to play. Or at least I suppose it was meant to be music. The sounds were vaguely similar to grindcore, death metal or something like that but with no instruments I could discern. Something about it was inherently unsettling. If I had still had some body hair I would have gotten goosebumps.
"Meet the participants," the demonic voice said.
A green spotlight came from above and broke the red-orange illumination. It landed on a short, Scandinavian looking boy. Blond, blue-eyed, creamy white. He had a face beautiful enough to pass as a girl, except for the sharp jaw.
Of course the kid was greatly struggling, his slender body trembling with every lean fiber popping.
"This is Sven for team blue," the voice said, "sixteen. Athlete and teen model. Straight. His favorite subject is P.E. His interests are soccer, old English literature and nutrition."
I tried to understand where I was or how I got here, but as I twisted in my unseen restraints all I could see was more cave. A few tunnels seemed to lead away from the place but even if I had been free, they all were blocked by an unnaturally red fire.
The spotlight shifted onto a much bigger Chinese looking kid.
"Meet Kang for team blue. Seventeen, teen bodybuilder champion."
The boy was not particularly tall but absolutely massive. Maybe it was the surrounding heat but as he struggled in his position, Kang's veins popped as if he was at his lowest bodyfat percentage.
"Kang is openly straight but has been bicurious for a while, aims to become a personal trainer and is interested in science fiction, anime and alternative music."
Weird, I thought, how the boy looked anything but nerdy. He was struggling a lot, apparently unable to squat down as far as he needed to, which meant his balls were getting a treatment.
Next, the spotlight hit me. I could see the demons in the mirror-stalactites stare at me before the green light blinded me.
"Nathan, here for team red, is a twenty year old fitness model with perfect proportions. He is straight and works as an electrician."
That was all correct, but even if the voice had told the boldest lies I would not have had the spare breath to protest. It was hard to say if my knees ached more or my balls, since the pain in each was very different.
The voice listed my interests as chemistry, poker and my two dogs. Which was scary accurate. Just who were these creatures and how did they know about me?
As the light moved on, I looked over to see a colossus of a man. If Kang was a teen bodybuilder in peak condition, this man was the adult version of it.
"Lastly, for team red, we have Igor."
A Russian? He certainly looked the part. The beefy man yelled a guttural scream of defiance towards the ceiling. Or maybe he was speaking Russian, I wouldn't know.
"A bodybuilder champion, aged thirty-six, who recently moved to the united states. Bisexual, with the hobbies fishing, hunting and picking up women."
The horrible non-music swelled to a crescendo. "That's all, folks. Place your bets for the initial round."
I wasn't sure if the two-way screens allowed sound to travel, but I could have sworn I heard the devils murmur. Meanwhile my exhaustion and pain were at a point where I groaned with every breath. Every few seconds I swallowed dry.
"Before we begin, let's make the goods more distinct for your viewing pleasure."
I looked down on me as a tingling set in. My nipples were getting a bit enlarged. Not to the point of implausibility, but they became much more prominent.
Before I could ask myself how this was possible, the tingling shifted downward. My dick grew in size and hardened at the same time. It was fully erect within ten heartbeats, but didn't point up since the force on my balls pulled my package down. My balls grew in proportion as my dick reached about two thirds of my upper leg's length.
Looking left and right, I saw the others go through the same. With our obscene, solid dicks and still in the same stress position, we had to look comical. At least for anyone not going through the same thing. Neither of us felt like laughing.
Then the restrains vanished and I fell forwards. My hard rod slapped against my torso, flinging pre-cum across the floor. Collapsed to the ground, I struggled to keep from face planting, since my sweat dripping limbs didn't give me much stability on the smooth floor. Finally free.
"The initial trials are time sensitive. The candidates will get point deductions for every minute spent on the task. Since we often have to deal with reluctance at the start of the games, we added a new rule. Should a player run out of points entirely, he will experience... this!"
Without a visible mechanism, a device rose from the ground. What I first thought was a standing coffin, opened up to reveal itself as an iron maiden. Whatever it took to save points, I'd do it. There was no telling if the medieval device could even be survived.
"Let's get our players set up."
A sharp pain dug into my nipples. Looking down I realized my dickhead lined up with them, that's how big my dick was now. But more alarmingly, things looking like big alligator clips were digging into my nipple's flesh. A chain of thick metal links connected them and pulled them down. They were made from dark metal but had the appearance of dragon heads biting down on me.
The clips were not regular ones. Their teeth didn't stay in place where the pain would have numbed eventually. Instead they sometimes loosened and bit down somewhere else. This guaranteed that the pain would always be present and gradually increase.
The tugging in my balls returned. Thankfully it wasn't trying to get me to squat again but turned out to come from a ring in the form of a snake that encircled my sack and stretched it. This made my dick point dead ahead.
"What the fuck," said someone. I looked over to see everyone with the same set up.
Sven the blond model had spoken. "What's going on?" he asked.
"We have to get the fuck out of here," Kang said.
"If we run-" Igor began with a Russian accent. He didn't get any further because all our tongues grew.
Within seconds my tongue was too long for my mouth and hung out an inch. Somehow my mouth was forced open without actual force. Maybe my jaw had become dislocated? No matter the cause I had an open mouth and a demon like tongue hanging out.
Under normal conditions my mouth would have dried out quickly. Instead, my saliva production increased massively and I was drooling right away. I realized that I didn't feel thirst despite the ungodly amount of sweat I produced. A small mercy.
"The players' points will be represented as sand, letting them know how close they are to their demise."
A small hour glass appeared on my nipple chain. All the sand was in the top part and already beginning to flow down.
"As an introduction, the first tasks will be completed by each player separately. If one task is complete you may move onto the next. The goal is to get through all the doors."
Four fires ceased at once, revealing four gates. The massive stone arches were covered by red, bat wing-like things that served as doors.
"Have all bets been placed? Each player must pick a gate. Don't worry, you'll get to see every one of them in every room. They better hurry, time is ticking."
I raced towards a random gate, my dick bopping up and down, flinging pre-cum in front of me. I could see the others do the same. Briefly I wondered if I was going to see them again or if someone would run out of points. I only hoped it wouldn't be me.