CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I didn't resist the stress position. We all waited in pain. I trembled greatly, my knees unwilling to stabilize me any longer. It seemed that Igor had assumed a stance less deeply squatting and simply accepted that his balls were getting compressed beyond the natural, anatomical possibility. Sven was fighting against the invisible restraints – or so it seemed. Perhaps the boy was no longer able to stand and kept getting pulled back up by the unseen force when he slipped.
"And we're back. This next game is an old fan favorite." The crowd cheered from the stalagmite-screens. "It's simple, but always a delight. The maze showed them competing all versus all, now let's have a team activity again."
We were finally released from the stress position and all four of us fell on the ground trembling.
A circle appeared in the center of the hub. It looked exactly like the one from the piss-drowning game but much larger – about the size of a back yard pool. The others recognized it, too, and were wary of approaching.
Since nothing else happened, we stepped over the glowing line. I hoped not to drown in piss again. The demons had never made us do the same game twice, so far. They probably had more things in store I wasn't looking forward to either.
"The two teams compete against each other in a battle for precision. Let's gear them up and get the arena ready."
The circular line glowed more brightly and the air above it moved as if heat was rising from the ground – which was ridiculous in the already sweltering heat of the hell cathedral. Igor frowned and pressed his hand on the "wall" which looked solid to his touch. We were trapped in the circle, but at least we weren't in a hole that filled with piss.
A collar and a ball stretcher appeared on me, a red crystal hanging from each. Team red and blue were distinguished again. If that was all the gear we got, this game wouldn't be so bad. Though, I didn't want to celebrate too early. For all I knew they'd make us gouge our own eyes out.
"Each team collects points by hitting discs in their team color. Hitting the opponent's discs gives points to the opposing team. The winning team is the one with more points at the end of round four."
The so called "discs" were glowing rings the size of a fancy restaurant's dish. They came from the ceiling and kept hovering far above us. I doubted I could throw that high, let alone with any precision. There were a dozen of each color, some flying slowly, some quickly. Abruptly varying height and direction.
"Team blue is going to have an interesting experience. Sven will be punished for losing the last game, but Kang gets a shield for winning it."
The blue crystals on the Asian boy's collar and stretcher glowed dimly and I could see soft light flicker across his skin. What good would a shield be? Sven on the other hand got a ring on each ball, stretching his sack apart. A thin chain led from each ring to his toes where they were connected to toe rings. The chain forced him to bend his knees. Then his wrists slapped together behind his back and were bound by chains. Would be have to throw something at the discs without his hands? How was that possible?
"Round one begins immediately. No more bets can be accepted. The players can begin hitting the targets... now!"
A sensation of intense bladder pressure set in and I feared a repeat performance of hose-strength-pissing. Then I let go and what came from my dick was a white substance instead.
Cum dripped out of all our dicks, growing from a trickle to a continuous spurt, then a jet, then a fountain. The sticky goo reached the level of a firehose within seconds and we were all spraying it onto the invisible walls where it came down like warm honey.
I tried to keep my eyes as narrow as possible and covered my open mouth with both hands to get nothing on my tongue. With envy I saw that Kang's shield protected him from getting any cum on his skin.
A bell chimed and I looked up to see a red disc burst into sparks. Igor had hit one.
That's when all of us realized what we had to do. Kang and Igor grabbed their own dicks and aimed them up. I reluctantly let go of my tongue and tightly held my shaft. Cum rain fell everywhere and I couldn't avoid getting some on my face as it reflected off the walls. I didn't even know whose cum was dropping onto my tongue. It was absolutely disgusting.
But at least I hit my first disc. The targets flew faster now. Sven wasn't able to hit a single one, wiggling his slender body to aim his dick in some way. Without hands he was screwed.
I wasn't sure how many discs I had hit so far – about five, maybe. I was mostly avoiding hitting blue discs which seemed to try cross my stream's path on purpose. It was fairly clear, though, that team red was winning.
By that point we were more than ankle deep in cum. As the white juice made its way up our shins, Igor took the time to aim his dick at Kang. The shield of course protected him just fine, but it obscured his vision. I was the only player effectively able to hit discs.
With an approving grunt at Igor I did my best to expand our lead. Sven only hit discs by coincidence and I figured he had given as many points to us as to his own team, totally unable to make his dick point where he wanted it to go.
Kang and Igor fought a hose-battle. The strength of the streams certainly hurt on the skin and I could see that, although no cum stuck to Kang's face, he still felt the impact. Igor had his head turned as far away as possible but definitely regretted having started the fight as he couldn't help but get mouthful after mouthful of Kang's cum.
All discs flew back to the ceiling and our cum streams lessened slightly. Igor and Kang broke up their fight. The level of cum had risen to knee height.
"In round two our teams must coordinate well." One red and one blue object appeared in the middle of the arena, hovering on eye level. They were simple crowns. "The crowned player receives the other one's strength. The players can determine themselves who should wear it. But beware! If they don't switch wearer at least once, the team loses all points gathered in that round."
Our cum streams picked up strength again and the crowns fell into the pool, vanishing from sight.
Kang and I waded to the center and fished for the objects. We had to do it by kneeling down. If we had bent our torsos, we'd have gotten our own cum to the face.
I shivered with disgust as my ass touched the cum and I had to stick my hands in it. But at this point I was totally caked anyway.
Once I had found the red crown, I nodded to Igor, who nodded back, and shook off as much cum as possible. The second I put the headwear on I felt the change.
Igor's stream turned into a light spurt while mine got twice as brutal. I now shot double distance – almost to the ceiling. This way I could hit the discs, which had been out of reach since the end of round one.
I took aim and hit disc after disc. Since my stream flew so high there was a significant delay in pointing it and I kept hitting blue discs by accident. I had to take more care. We were clearly in the lead right now.
Kang put his crown on and our streams crossed. It was a constant cum shower from above. Half the time I was trying to hit red targets, half the time I was avoiding blue ones. And at all times I struggled against Kang's interception efforts.
When the level had risen to my balls, I heard the sound of struggle off to the side. I aimed at the wall to keep from hitting blue targets and looked. Igor and Kang were fighting. The bigger guy clearly won and pushed Kang down into the cum.
The teen bodybuilder sank and struggled back up for breath, now on his knees. Igor fell behind him and grabbed the boy around the chest. While I couldn't see through the cum, it was clear that Igor managed to enter Kang's ass and began to fuck the teen.
It was save for me to return to the shooting part and I did my best to make sure we got lot of points. After a minute or so I remembered that we had to switch roles at some point or lose all progress. Round one hadn't been all that long. If it felt like round two was much longer we could always switch back at some point. I grunted towards Igor and pointed at my crown. He seemed to understand and held still, but not letting Kang escape his grasp.
I waded through the cum which was now past my navel – and therefore up to Kang's and Igor's neck. Once I reached the pair, I took the metal off and put it on Igor. My cum stream weakened to a continuous squirt.
Kang was practically catapulted off Igor's dick. As the Russian's tool left the teen's ass, cum sprayed everywhere with unprecedented force and I staggered under the hit.
Igor quickly caught himself and shot discs.
Now it was my turn to engage Kang, but I didn't have to do much. The boy was so devastated – physically and mentally, I thought – by the fucking that he didn't manage to get back on his legs, sitting neck deep in cum, though protected by the shield.
I looked over to Sven, not having forgotten he existed. He was making a lot of noise because he was about to drown. With his punishment position, he was shorter than normal and so the cum was already at his chin. If he held still, the tip of his tongue was touching the white stuff.
Kang noticed it, too, and made his way over. I wanted to see if I would have to interfere. For now Kang's double-stream was pointlessly splashing against the invisible walls.
As the older teen reached the younger one, he took the crown off and put it on Sven's head. Next Kang waded behind the boy and slung his arms around him. The bodybuilder champion lifted the model and I realized his plan.
Kang held Sven's upper body above the cum and aimed his dick for him. They hit blue targets.
With Igor submerged to the nipples his stream was weakened by the intermediate cum. He didn't get all the way up anymore. Team blue could still make points and we couldn't.
I made my way across and reached out from behind the unsuspecting duo. As I tore the crown off Sven's head, their cum streams went back to half and half and Sven slipped out of Kang's grasp.
I threw the crown as far as I could and it sank. From what I could tell neither boy had seen where it landed. I made my escape to leave them to their own devices – or lack thereof – and joined Igor in case I had to defend him from a similar attack.
Round two ended with the chime of a bell.