Reminders
Team red: Igor (36) bodybuilder, bi; Nathan (20) fitness model, straight
Team blue: Sven (16) teen model, straight; Kang (17) teen bodybuilder, bicurious
Modifications: Nipple chain. Tongue, dick, balls, nipples enlarged. Ball stretcher. Spiky wrist and ankle weights.
CHAPTER FOUR
We stood around, drying off. That is to say, the piss evaporated quickly but we didn't actually dry since we were sweating immensely. So I drooled aimlessly and tried not to focus on the pain in my nipples. The hellish music got louder.
"And we're back," said the ultra-deep voice from the rocky sky. "In this round we will see the two teams in action. Individual deeds will be of no value. The teams collect points together and only together. Since this can get tricky I will explain the rules as we go along. Place your bets while the players take their positions."
Two flames ceased and revealed two gates. We walked up to them, not waiting until we got explained what the consequence for refusal would be this time.
"Let's distribute the tags. Igor and Nathan are the red team."
A tight chain appeared around my neck. While I couldn't see the weight at the front, I could feel it. Looking over to Igor I saw the chain on his neck having a red crystal hanging from it. Mine must have had the same.
"Kang and Sven are team blue."
The boys received the chains and pendants in their color. Then all of us groaned in pain as our balls were stretched farther. A red crystal was hanging from the snake shaped stretcher, much heavier than the one around my neck.
"The first task is hopping. The pillars are in balance only if each pair is used at the same time. Let's begin."
The gates opened for us and the boys from team blue walked into theirs. Igor and I entered our own challenge room.
It was a corridor so long I couldn't see the end. The floor was made of lava. Above the lava hovered flat stones – the pillars – just far enough apart to jump with relative safety from one to the next. They led all the way down the corridor. I put my foot on the first one and it sank as if weightless, rising back up as I stepped off.
Igor grunted, put his foot out to touch the corresponding one on his side and the one I was touching stopped in the air as if it was part of a solid pillar all the way down. As long as we touched the pair of stones at the same time, the pillars under them existed. If either of us jumped without the other, we would both land in the lava.
The Russian raised three fingers and I nodded. He grunted three times, then we stepped onto the first plate. Three more grunts and we jumped at the same time. He landed a bit earlier and sank a little before I landed, too. This would take some getting used to.
Three grunts. Jump. Three grunts. Jump. Three grunts. Jump.
We were doing fairly well. With every jump the ball weight and the nipple clips tugged horribly, but we were making good progress. If I strained my tearing eyes, I could faintly see the other end of the corridor far ahead.
Black rods broke loose from the walls and hovered towards us, three for each. We stopped hopping and looked at each other. What were those thin things?
The first one slammed down on my back. It was a stiff whip. Or maybe a bendy cane. I was no expert. It hit my upper back hard. I heard Igor yell.
The second rod hit my beefy ass. The third one came down on my lower back.
They hit without rhythm, whipping or caning me from the shoulder blades to the shins. Then they turned around me, hitting my sides and finally arriving in the front where they tormented my chest, abs and dick.
We were both twisting and turning, trying to protect our most vulnerable parts, but the tools move with human speed and skillfully avoided our grabbing hands.
Igor screamed so loud I froze despite the continued assault. I looked over and saw him gesture towards the next pillar. I nodded.
Three grunts. Jump. Three grunts. Jump. Three grunts. Jump.
Under the senseless beating we made our way towards the exit.
Halfway across we were covered in so many red lines, it was almost a continuous rash-like whole body phenomenon.
Once we landed on the other side, the tools flew back to their original position and we collapsed onto the ground. By skin was burning, but at least it was over now.
The door didn't open for us.
We sat around, recovering, unsure how to proceed.
"Now that both teams made it to the entrance we can begin. Have you placed your bet? I sure hope so."
The entrance? This wasn't the task yet?
"To open the gate both team members must work together, obviously. The key is to touch the only pair at the same time. Of all others there is only one."
All other what? A pair of what?
From the door, dozens of feet emerged, just like the dildos had in the piss pit. There had to be a hundred.
I understood now. Two of those feet belonged to a pair. All others were unique. They were in all shapes and sizes. From teenager's feet to full adults. Some were even inhumanly big with almost fingerlike toes. Were those demon feet?
Igor seemed to understand the task, as he looked over the feet and began to touch two similar sized ones at a time.
"The game begins now."
Igor's hands went through the feet. I sighed. We both tried to touch the feet with our own, with the ball stretchers and other body parts. Nothing worked. How to complete the task when our bodies didn't work?
The Russian grumbled. I looked over and saw him successfully touching a foot – with his tongue. I was ready to collapse. Of course they would want us to do something so degrading.
We looked over the available feet and whenever we saw a pair that looked matching we would make noise. Then we licked one foot each. The taste was what had to be expected at these temperatures. Apparently the feet were sweating just as much as I was. The first six didn't work. This could take a while.
I tried to categorize them by size. The biggest ones were easy to see and compare. None of those were a match. The smallest ones stood out in their own way and didn't fit together either. That left about sixty feet which all kind of looked alike.
I did my best to gesture Igor to keep his tongue stuck to one foot only. Then I quickly tongued every one remotely similar sized. Then Igor went to the next foot and I repeated the procedure.
Eventually, in the middle of such a test series, the feet vanished and the door opened for us. We had found the correct pair by coincidence.
Before us was a corridor much shorter than the previous one. We could have walked across easily. The ground was made of red marble tiles of various shapes and sizes, all neatly fitting together.
"For this game you need to cooperate as before. You already have the tools. The signal will indicate that you are on the right track. If your team member touches a wrong tile, your signal will stop. If you don't stop your partner from stepping onto the wrong tiles you will lose that game. And your partner."
That sounded fairly simple. What was the signal?
The chain collar and the ball stretcher – the items with the red crystals – sent me to the ground as electric shocks surged from them through my body. Igor was stumbling as well. The shocks made me spasm and groan uncontrollably.
The massive bodybuilder crawled forward and touched a tile with his hand. The pain in my spine and crotch stopped. The signal had ceased which meant he was touching a wrong tile. If I lost my partner I might not have been able to make it across myself.
I grunted at the man and he seemed to understand. As soon as he let go, I was back to spasming with shocks. He worked his way through the first row of tiles until we found one that didn't make the pain stop.
Once he had taken a wobbly stand on the tile I crawled up to him. It turned out the tiles that were right for him were wrong for me, so I had to go through them all over until I found one that didn't make his shocks stop.
We both had our first tile of perhaps two dozen. Our system was quick. Igor ran his foot along the tiles bordering his current one and once I received a shock he stepped onto the correct one. Then we reversed roles.
We were three tiles in when something broke loose from the walls. With my watering eyes it was hard to see but an object closed in on each of us. They were paddles. The first hit landed on my ass, the next on my balls, the third on my abs. Then my dick, my chest, my face. The ones touching spots with gear already present hurt the most.
Still, we continued the search for the tiles that made us suffer.
Once Igor was close enough to the other side he jumped across the remaining tiles. It was a risk – it could have been against the rules – but the game master's voice said nothing. I found my next tile and jumped from there to the other side.
The paddles returned to their waiting positions and the shocks stopped completely.
Halleluiah.
The door didn't open. Instead we got feet again. About two hundred this time. I looked over them and pointed Igor to the likeliest candidates. We used our patent system again and went through series after series. Eventually this door opened, too.
There was nothing we couldn't do together, it seemed. I wondered how the boys of team blue were doing.
Another corridor full of lava. Two thick metal beams lead across. Barely an arm's length apart. Did we have to balance? That seemed doable.
"This one is just like the one before the entrance. Instead of jumping, the players will simply walk along. However, the thin bridges will spin and turn to throw them off. Unless the players are cooperating correctly by combining the parts. They will know which ones because they are so fond of using them already."
The beams began to spin quickly. There was no way to get safely across unless they stood still. Could we figure out which part-
"Since team blue has been stuck in the bridge room for so long we are enacting the rule change."
So the boys had made it this far a while ago, but didn't get any further than us. The first part was impressive, the second one discouraging.
"We will combine the parts for them."
A sharp pain shot through my tongue. I stretched it out and in its elongated state I could easily see that I had a stud pierced through it. Igor was also looking at his own pierced tongue.
A thin glowing chain appeared, connecting our studs. It was a phantom chain. My hands passed through it, and even my tongue did. It was tied only to the studs.
Then the chain shrank and pulled us closer together. And closer and closer.
When we were so close that our dicks would have poked each other we pushed them down. My dick slid between Igor's legs and vice versa. Then our tongue met. And the chain still shrunk until we had to shove our tongues into each other's mouths.
The bridges stopped spinning.
We waddled towards the beams and stepped onto them. We had to lean forwards a little bit. Our dicks were so long they went all the way between each other's legs and out behind them. They were tucked away under the other's crotch. The sliding along each Igor's sweaty ass-crack was highly stimulating on my enlarged dick head.
We held onto each other's slick torsos and made our way across, small step by small step.
I tasted Igor's hot breath, his musky scent and his saliva. With our drool overproduction we soon had each other's gobs of slobber running down to our chests.
No tools came from the walls to hit us this time and we made it across without additional pain. A nice change.
The door opened up for us with no further foot licking.
Was it over? I couldn't see well because our tongues were still entangled. But what I saw didn't look promising.