The Game
One by one, each of the five eighteen year olds woke up. Finding themselves bound and gagged, they each pulled at their steel chair's restraints, trying to free themselves as their muffled cries joined together in chorus.
They found themselves in a well lit medium sized white room all facing the same direction, pointed towards an expansive white wall. None of the five boys knew each other, but they positioned in a semi-circle and so were able to examine their similarly restrained neighbors as much as they wished.
For several long minutes they struggled and yelled, but eventually the edge of the panic subsided. In its place was a deep worry for their own safety and an anxiety about what the future might bring. Not being able to coherently speak they examined each other in silence, taking in each others' unclothed form. Other than wait for something to happen, there was little else to do.
Farthest to the left in the semi circle of sturdy chairs was a young grey furred wolf. Former lead of his school's chess and debate clubs, the Gabriel was extremely bright for his age. Unluckily for him, he was also quite dashing. Stupidly, over the last year he had posted a series of flattering selfies on a public social site. This had attracted him the wrong kind of attention, and one of his 'admirers' had passed along the pictures and his information to his current captors.
To his right sat a quietly fuming buck by the name of Emmett. A class clown with a short temper, the antlered deer continued to pull at his bonds, testing them for any sign of weakness. A year ago the eighteen year old had been low on disposable income, having recently been fired from his job at the mall yogurt stand for chronic absenteeism. Seeing an advertisement on one of his favorite porno sites that said the 'entertainment business' was looking for 'attractive male models', he'd signed up. He only did the single video, one where he stroked himself off while a couple of older camera men circled around the bed. But his handsome form and pretty cock had earned him his place in this room.
In the middle of the troupe of strangers was a bunny called Kyle. Slight of frame and shy in disposition, the youth was statistically the least likely to be here. With no skin flick or half nude selfies to his name, he'd come across his captors' desk by word of mouth referral. A fan of his kidnappers 'work', the boy's PE teacher had used his smartphone to snap a discrete photo of the lad while he showered at the locker room after class. His lustful teacher had been pleasantly shocked to see what bunny had been swinging between legs. Big dicks on short skinny boys really drove the man wild, and luckily for him, and unluckily for Kyle, his captors had felt similarly.
If Kyle had earned his seat because of his cock, the next boy over had earned his because of balls. Each one nearly the size of a tennis ball, the bull posed a very masculine figure. A fan of anonymous glory-hole sex, Daniel regularly got his rocks off at a club that wasn't too diligent about check IDs at the door. Though he'd never know it, the teenager had actually met his captor face to cock, so to speak. Catching sight of the bull's heavily swinging bullocks through the hole, the man broke the cardinal rule of anonymous sex by tailing Daniel to his car, then all the way back to the boy's house. Here he jotted down the youth's information for future consideration before driving off unnoticed.
The fifth and final teenager was a burly bear whose friends called him Jared, despite this being his middle name. Appearing several years older than he actually was, the rebellious youth loved to post frequent and up close dick pics to his favorite site, uploading new material with some regularity. Making sure never to accidently capture his face in any of the photos, the bear's well put together body had earned him his very own dedicated following. Thousands of watchers received notifications each time the bear posted new fap material, which tended to happen at least a couple times a day. More on weekends. When the site suffered an unfortunate security breach, some of Jared's personal information had made it out into the wild. His presence in this room was the ultimate result of that regretful info dump.
The five naked, nervous boys waited. A couple still continued to struggle. One of them prayed silently, eyes closed. The wolf growled in growing frustration and the bunny tried to keep his eyes off the very attractive naked boys seated near him, completely exposed to his lustful eyes if he only dared to look.
After fifteen minutes of relative silence, the great white wall in front of them came to life. It had either been a giant monitor or perhaps there was a project set up behind them. None of the youths had been able to turn around far enough to scan the entirety of the room, after all.
A deep voice started to narrate off of a largely pre-written transcript, the speaker unseen. On the screen the five lads saw the same chairs they now sat in, except this time filled with five different boys.
"You are not the first boys to find themselves in these chairs. Nor will you be the last. You are here today to participate in a contest of sorts. Look carefully at the other males seated beside you. They are not your friends. They are your competition."
Already frayed nerves stressed further still as the young men took their eyes of the screen briefly. By instinct they took stock of the strangers they found themselves trapped with, but their attention was refocused on the screen as the man continued on.
"There are no winners in this competition. Only losers. How much you are willing to lose is up to you. For the unluckiest or least skilled of your number, you will lose your life."
From behind them, where the voice was speaking from, came a loud clicking sound like that of an archaic slide projector. A new picture was now on the wall. One of the five boys seen in the previous photo, a kangaroo, was now hanging from a noose. His face was one of unadulterated panic and the picture had been taken as the teenager had been kicking his legs out into the open air, desperate to find purchase on some sort solid footing. For the boys currently seated in the steel chairs, the muffled screaming resumed anew.
"However, I must underscore that here, in this room, in this contest, each of you control your own destiny. To prevent this specific fate, you must only be more successful than any one of the four other competitors. Through your efforts, the rest of your will each earn themselves a new life. Each season of this competition offers different fates based on demand and external market forces, which I will now iterate through."
Another click and the picture changed again. This time it was a disturbing before and after photo. In the left picture, a studly stallion stood. Arms held behind his back,chin up with hips thrust out the horse showed off his ample erect asset to best effect. He was well built, muscular but not too tall. Off the end of his arousal hung a long strand of precum. To the onlookers, the next picture was terrifying.
Gone was the equine's long veined member. In its place lay a slit, the surgically sculpted vagina of a young girl. Beneath this, the boy's impressive danglers were nowhere to be found. And on the now not quite as muscular boy's chest hung a pair of very large, perky breasts. His expression had changed as well. One of dazed disbelief, as if he still hadn't been able to come to terms that this had really happened to him.
These photos had the strange result of startling the youth's into silence. The voice spoke on.
"One of our gold level sponsors has commissioned this result as one of the final prizes one of you will earn for themselves. You will be happy to know that unlike the former stallion pictured here, the lucky winner of this prize will be allowed to keep their testicles. Though they will be repositioned such that they are internal to your body, unseen by any onlookers so they don't spoil your newfound femininity. Your shaft, however, will still have to be sacrificed. It's removal will provide the tissue and the room for your new cunt."
The boy's each had their own unique internal reaction to what they being forced to witness. Bear and buck swore vengeance on the mysterious voice. The wolf payed even closer attention, scouring the video and his surrounding for clues that might offer him any information that might aid his escape. The bull bellowed, straining his arms and legs to the point of physical pain as he struggled bodily against his fate. The sexually inexperienced bunny found himself growing erect at the two erotically charged images, unable to control his body's reaction to the hardcore kink on display. Blushing furiously, he hoped none of the other boys noticed his now upright arousal.
The click of the project was heard again and the image of the former stallion disappeared, though still very much seared into the minds of the captive audience. The new image differed from the previous slide in that it wasn't a before and after picture. Instead, it just showed a young lion dressed in leather straps, metal bit pressed between his teeth, blinders covering his eyes. The only truly worrying aspect of the photo was his complete lack of arms. At the shoulders, they simply... stopped. Feeling sick to his stomach, Gabriel somehow doubted they'd been photoshopped away.
"Another of our highly valued gold sponsors, whose generous contributions make competitions like this possible, has opted to commission himself a pony. One of you five will spend many happy years romping around your new owner's farm estate. I'm told you will live the first several years as an unaltered stallion, in the sense that your coin purse will remain fully intact. Later, when your owner purchases a new stallion, you'll be transformed into his latest gelding. However, you'll have many years to sow your oats before this comes about. I can confirm that this master treats his ponies very well. Even the geldings."
Some of the boys recounted the options they'd been presented with so far. Snuffing, extreme feminization, or life as a pony which would eventually face gelding. These understood what the voice had meant when he said that the contest they'd found themselves in did not have a winner. Only losers. Kyle wasn't one of these boys, though. He was too distracted by his own bobbing shaft, mortified by his inability to keep his inches under control.
Another click, another slide. This one was a wolf like Gabriel. Unlike Gabriel, he stood on all fours, his arms and legs folded up in black leather forcing him to rest on his elbows and knees. The wolf's face was wound up in a pained wince, which made sense considering the feral great dane mounting his back. The puddle underneath the pair underscored the fact that the boy was getting bred, and bred hard by the dog. The beast's large tongue licked the side of the wolf's face possessively as he fucked. Ignored, the lad's own member hung down between his legs, not free but rather aggressively chastised. It looked as though the slave's cock might have been trying to get hard, but the metal device between his legs was doing its job admirably. The rabbit's gaze fixated on that detail, as he gave up on trying to shrink his cock through willpower alone. The buck glanced over to Gabriel and saw that the wolf looked pale and ready to faint. He wasn't feeling much better himself.
"One of our sponsors is in the market for a new boy bitch. After a few simple cosmetic modifications, you'll be trained to serve the needs of his beloved dogs, all of whom are great danes. Along with the rest of the slaves he already owns, you'll make sure his award winning contest dogs are well taken care of. You'll be placed in permanent chastity, of course, but I hear that despite this the slaves are free to cum whenever they want. The dogs are well trained and very adept at pleasing their bitches so orgasms are not unheard of. And look at that: Given how hard our resident bunny is, I'd say we already have a contestant gunning for this position. Remember, you're all competing against each other, lads. There are no friendships here."
Kyle felt all eyes turn to him, some looking at him in pity, others in disgust. He wished lightning would strike him dead, right then and there. His swollen member bounced happily in his lap, oblivious of its owner's duress. The bunny felt almost grateful when the slide changed again, causing everyone to look away from his nude form.
Adopting a happy, triumphant tone, the voice gave context to the latest picture. A normal seeming ram, other than his abundant piercings and the fact that he was wholly undressed and very erect.
"I'm confident that many of you will consider this to be the ultimate grand prize. Per rules that go back as long as this contest has existed, one of you will earn the right to live the life of a normal sex slave. Yes, you'll be decorated to your master's personal taste, but otherwise you'll remain entirely unaltered. Like the rest of the positions I've covered, only one of you shall earn this honor. Despite this, no matter what position you'll eventually fill I expect each of you to serve with dedication and loyalty. Even the snuffee must do his part by providing our viewers will an entertaining show with his final moments."
That the organizers of this 'contest' would really go to such extremes as murdering young boys in the prime of their life spelled out just how much trouble the five had managed to get themselves into. Collectively, their hearts raced as they feared for their lives. Even Kyle, despite his untamed libido, felt profound dread at his circumstances.
"Now, let's move on to the rules of this contest. They are fairly straightforward, as you'll learn over the coming days. Please us and earn points. Displease us and lose points. At the end of this contest, these points will be used in a unique bidding process for each of the five available positions. Win the bid and the position is yours. Lose the bid however, and not only do you not lock in the position, you also lose any and all points you've spent bidding on the role being auctioned. As way of simple example, say you bid all ten of your points on your favorite slave position. But then comes along someone who outbids you. Not only do you lose the position but also all of your points. With zero points left to bid with, you are all but guaranteed to earn yourself the position of snuffee. This position is always the last auction held, though this is just a formality as no one has ever spent points on it. This means that it has always gone to the lad that has failed to win all four of the other auctions. Do not be this lad. Play the game smart. Play to win."
At this point, all five of the gags were remotely unlocked, causing them to loosen in the boys mouths only to be spat and shaken to the ground. None spoke, though each had questions and demands. No one wanted to single themselves out when the situation was so dangerous.
"Let's jump right into our very first contest -- lots of free points are on the line, lads. First place will earn 5 points, second place 4, third 3 and so on. Non participation or inappropriate behavior will result in a negative 5 points. Needless to say, this would not be a good start for you. The contest couldn't be simpler. Winners are decided by whoever says the following phrase aloud, starting now. The phrase is: 'I'll play to win. I will serve.'"
For several long seconds, no one spoke. Their mouths now free, the boys each looked at other. Some out of confusion, others visually daring the other males to break ranks by speaking. Unsurprisingly, it was chess player who spoke up first. The wolf understood contests and he already understood how high the price was for failing to win this one. He was not going to end up like that other wolf in the picture. No matter what.
With a loud and clear voice, Gabriel spoke up. "I'll play to win. I will serve"
In utter disbelief and more than a little contempt, Emmett spat, "You have got to be shitting me. You fucking traitor!"
In the silent lull after both boys said their peace, the voice announced, "5 points for the wolf. Negative 5 points for the buck. Plenty of points are still up for grabs. I recommend speaking up quickly, boys."
The bunny was next. He hadn't wanted to speak first, paranoid about making himself the pariah of the group, but he also didn't want to die. Kyle didn't fully understand what was happening, but whoever these people were, they killed kids like him for sport.
With a timid voice, he spoke for the first time and said, "Umm... I'll play to win. I will serve."
This time the buck didn't speak up against, but he made a guttural noise that was equal parts irritation and derision. And as Emmett once again audibly expressed his displeasure, the bull and the bear both said the words, talking over each other. The bull was thinking back to the 'altered' boys in the slideshow and thinking that he would do what it took to save himself. Even if that meant playing this rigged game for the moment. The bear's reasoning was simpler -- the buck looked angry enough to self destruct, and he didn't want to be on 'team suicidal'. Let that stupid idiot wear the noose if he couldn't figure out that their captors were very serious people.
Confirming the conclusion of the first round of competition, the invisible deep voice said, "4 points for the bunny. 3 points for the bull. 2 points for the bear. Congratulations to our winners."
Unexpectedly, the chairs' straps all unclasped, falling loose. Before the kidnapped boys thought to act, the voice spoke once more saying, "Be aware, there are additional ground rules. Violence will not be tolerated. Not only will you lose points, you will be physically disciplined. Cumming, while permitted, will result in a secret debit from your points total. The extent of this invisible debit will not be revealed until the Auction Day. There are no restrictions against masturbation, but fucking is not allowed. We are always watching, slaves. Remember, all will serve. The next contest is in thirty minutes."
The voice went silent and the young men continued to sit in the steel chairs as they considered the words. Then it was the bull who stood up first. Carefully scanning the room for the owner of the voice, he came up empty handed. Other than a few sturdy looking doors, the room was empty save them and the chairs. There wasn't even a projector.
Seeing Daniel stand up, the rest followed suit with the exception of Kyle. He stayed seated and moved his now free paws to cover his inflated manhood. The four contestants who stood began examining the room but swiftly came to the mutual conclusion that there was really nothing to see. If there was anything of interest here, it lay beyond those doors. Doors they each attempted to open and each found to be securely locked.
This left talking as the only means to learn more about their situation, though most of the teenagers were body-shy to one extent or another and didn't look forward to engaging naked guys in conversation. The bear's online voyeurism had acclimated him to this kind of exposure and so Jared had no problem speaking up. Calling everyone over to stand in ring, Jared shamed Kyle into joining them by saying, "You jerking it over there or what? Come on over, bunny. We got shit to talk about."
The other three went out of their way to avert their eyes from the rabbit's situation, but the bear made no bones about looking pointedly at his barely covered crotch. Thinking to himself, Jared mused, 'That's some serious tackle he's got there. Little dude would get one hell of an online following if he posted pictures of that anaconda.'
But it was Gabriel who spoke first once all five were assembled. Falling back on his experience as lead of the chess and debate clubs, the wolf spoke to his fellow victims as he would his team's all-stars.
"I'd like to say something. I don't know any of you and you don't know me, but I think it's pretty clear that none of us volunteered to be here."
Emmett rolled his eyes and made a 'thanks Captain Obvious' gesture with his hands at what he considered to be the massive stupidity of such a declaration. Gabriel ignored the buck and moved forward.
"While we can't be sure, it seems reasonable to take the man at his word -- these people have kidnapped people before. And yes, these people have killed. Those photos could have been selectively edited, but our presence here shows that people, whoever they are, are willing to risk substantial jail time to get what they want. What we need to do now is all work together and--"
This time Emmett could no longer contain him. He'd had enough. Dangerous antlers jerking to and fro as he shook his head, the buck pointed his finger in the wolf's direction and said, "Why is this guy even talking? Didn't y'all see how fast he jumped when they gave the command? You're not my friend, pall and you want to know why? Because you're giving these fuckers exactly what they want and you're trying to shaft the four of us at the same time." Looking around and addressing the other three youths, Emmett concluded, "Trust me: This guy will get you killed. Or castrated. Or turned into a big-tittied fuck toy. All to save his own skin. Do. Not. Trust. Him."
The others didn't like the way the buck said it, but he'd said out loud what a couple of them were secretly thinking. The wolf had already made it clear he was in this for himself. He wanted to win, which meant they had to lose for that to happen.
Angry and insulted, Gabriel was about to defend his honor when Daniel cut in. Physically the largest of the group, the big balled bull made his commanding voice booming loud and said, "Shut up, both of you. Time to get some real answers. Does anyone here know each other? Anyone at all?"
Looking around, no one spoke up. They were all strangers. A few pointed questions from Daniel later, and the group had established that they were all the same age, but from different parts of the country. None of them knew why they were here or even had a memory of being captured.
"Umm...", the shy bunny spoke, willing to speak no that his erection was finally fading away, back to flaccid dormancy. "Retrograde amnesia. We learned about it in class. They probably used a drug that stopped long term memories from forming."
Masking fear with anger, the buck was quick with another barb. "Guess that's good info. But it's fucking creepy that you know that. And then there was the way that horror reel turned you on... hey, are you fucking mole? You are, aren't you!"
Gabriel was fed up with the asshole picking on people and shut him down.
"You have absolutely nothing to back up that wild accusation. If anyone here is a mole, it's you. That's the second wrench you've thrown into this conversation. This being a competition, it makes sense that our captors wouldn't want us working together. Maybe that's your job, huh? Keep up the reality drama shit for a more entertaining show?"
For a second it looked like a fight was about to break out between the pair, but as luck would have it, the voice spoke up once more.
"For the next round, a question of preference. Go through the open door and make your choice. Consider carefully while selecting your nighttime resting place. You'll have to live with your decision for many nights."
Still glaring at each other, Emmett and Gabriel mutually decided to pause their feud and the pack of teenagers drifted towards one of the doors which now stood open. What they saw beyond this doorway was obvious bad news, for all of them.
Walking around the perimeter of the new room to see the devices from every angle, Jared muttered darkly, "What the fuck is this shit. No way I'm getting on there. And what are those spray painted numbers on the ground?"
"Points," Gabriel stated, as if the answer had been self evident.
Set up in a rough circle were five devices, each seemingly pointing towards the center of the circle. Best described as frames, there was a system of braces that looked as though someone might stand in center, their weight largely supported as they stood in the center of the equipment. Providing further support to this theory, four of the devices included an upwards facing dildo in the general area where one's rear would lay, should that person give themselves to the contraption's cradling.
In short order, the lads picked up on the fact that the dildos were different sizes. The larger the dildo, the greater the number of points. Each dildo was a different color and a different size. The device that was worth 5 points had a nearly horse sized dildo which was 'danger red' in color.
Again the voice spoke out.
"From this day forward, you are a slave. To help drive this point home, it had been decreed that during your time here you will not be permitted to sleep laying down. These 'beds' are designed to keep you upright and on your feet. Non compliance is not an option. Any attempt to lay down on the floor will result in an electric shock felt by all who are touching the floor. These shocks will increase in frequency and strength until you comply. I recommend making your choice now. Swapping will not be permitted. Signify your selection by taking your seat. Don't worry, the dildos are self lubricating, we wouldn't want you boys to be ruined before things get interesting. This concludes today's contests. The lights will dim in thirty minutes and we will resume activity tomorrow morning."
Turning his back to the machines, Emmett said "Fuck this," and strode out of the room, back to the connecting space that was empty sans chairs.
It was the bear who acted first, moving towards the device it with the second largest dildo. Examining the 'seat' up close and seeing that the dildo was mercifully self-lubricating, Jared nodded said, "This is about the size I got at home, so I'll take this one."
The wolf, rabbit, and bull watched in fascination as the bear turned his back to the machine and began slowly easing himself towards it. At one point he grunted under his breath, presumably as the generously proportioned purple dildo began its journey into his rear entrance. A few minutes of patient progress later and Jared was fully settled in. Not quite standing but also not exactly sitting, the bear was caught off guard as arm and leg clamps locked him into position. Apparently their captors would tolerate no wandering around at night.
Seeing that the other three boys were still staring at his now completely vulnerable body, Jared pretended not to notice that the bunny was once more firming up when he addressed them saying, "Not to tell you your business, but I'd hurry up and grab the other three seats. The smaller ones. I got the feeling that the buck wouldn't have any problem sticking one of you with the giant dong. Five points or not, that's a bit ridiculous."
In surprisingly short order, the Gabriel, Kyle, and Daniel made their choices. Attempting to maximize his points while also stopping short of having his ass destroyed, the wolf chose the third largest. The bull, not really interested in anything going up his hole, opted for the device that was dildo free. This left the rabbit with a choice between the largest and smallest dildos. Intimidated by the girth and length of the angry-red dildo, Kyle decided on the small pink one.
A few minutes later and they were all locked in, three of them with asses packed to varying degrees of full. They squirmed in their 'seats' and tried to get comfortable. A tricky thing when they would effectively be forced to stand upright throughout the night. The frame supported a much of their weight but their feet still touched the ground. In a way, it was like standing up in lighter gravity without the possibility of losing your balance or tipping over.
Still, it wasn't exactly pleasant. Especially for Kyle, who was now rock hard again. With all the devices pointed towards the center of the room and with no way to move his arms to hide himself, the bunny couldn't help but notice that the burly bear was able to check him out as much as he pleased. He blushed and looked away, trying to ignore it.
Except Jared wasn't having any of that.
"Hey. Hey you. Yeah you, the bunny. Nice package you go there, bro. How many?"
Not sure what the shameless bear meant, Kyle replied, "I'm not sure what you...?"
Now it was the bull's turn to speak up. "He's asking how many inches. The guys had an eye on your cock since you got hard during the presentation. You didn't notice?"
If he thought he was embarrassed before, by now the bunny wished he would die right then and there of a heart attack. "N-no, I didn't! I promise! I was busy trying to think of a way out of this."
The bear wouldn't be dissuaded though. "Yeah, okay. I get that. But how many? I'm guessing ten full inches. Maybe ten and a half, if you're really amped. Am I close?"
Kyle hated that their first real conversation was focused on his cock. A fate he'd invited by his inability to control himself. Sighing with annoyance, largely directed at himself, he said, "I don't know. I never pulled out a ruler. It's big, it gets in the way, and it makes my pants tent out. That's all I know."
Making eye contact with the bear for the first time, Kyle saw the other boy wink at him as he said, "It looks cute on you."
Too shocked to respond, the bunny was saved by the bell as a harsh ringing rang out through the room and the lights dimmed low.
The voice spoke out once more.
"Night time, boys. Thirty minutes of quiet time. Limited talking. After that, no talking. Shocks will be administered to anyone who consistently breaks this rule. Save your energy. You'll need it for tomorrow."
A few second later, from the door to the other room they heard a shout of pained surprise, then a curse. Emmett was in a battle of wills with their captors, but this was one game he couldn't win. Every sixty seconds the youth cried out again, angrier and angrier. Observing that the four of them were not feeling these shocks, Gabriel figured that the floor directly beneath the standing sleep frames were insulated. Only those who broke the rules were punished.
No matter how naturally stubborn he was, the buck couldn't hold out forever. After his fifth encounter with the floor's attitude correction mechanism, Emmett stormed back into the room. This was his first time seeing the other four strung up in their seats.
"You have got to be shitting me. You telling me you fags all have fake cocks shoved up your holes?"
Helpfully, the bull chimed in with, "Not me. This one was dildo free. You could have had it, if you hadn't stormed out of the room to pout like a child. Now, go get your ass down on that big one over there so you can stop crying out. Some of us are trying to get some sleep."
Looking towards where the horned bull was indicating with his head, the buck spotted the plus-sized dildo attached to the remaining seat. Shaking his head in abject refusal he yelled, "Are you kidding me? You assholes left me with the battering ram? What the fuck did I ever do you to!"
Gabriel couldn't help but gloat over the man he'd come to think of as his opponent.
"You did this to yourself. Besides, basic arithmetic says you need those points. Think of it as a favor from me to you. Because even with those five points, you'll still be in last place. And remember, in this place, whoever is in last place swings by their neck."
Emmett was so pissed at the smug prick of a wolf, he was willing to do anything to get back at him. For a moment, he imagined punching the defenseless prick in his stomach, or maybe goring him a little with his sturdy antlers. But that's when an even better idea popped into his head. Thinking back to what the voice had said earlier... yes, that would work. Time to knock the wolf down a couple pegs.
Seeing the buck heading his way and then stop directly in front of him, Gabriel was suddenly very nervous. With the device's bindings holding him firmly in place, there was nothing he could do to defend himself. If he'd pushed the other boy too far... this could go really bad for him. The wolf tried to talk his way out.
"If you hurt me, you'll be punished for it. You heard him."
Smiling his trademark prankster's smirk, the former class clown said, "Hurting you is the last thing on my mind. Actually, I plan on making you feel good. Very, very good. Because I did hear the voice. He specifically said cumming wasn't against the rules. So here... let your straight daddy buck help you out..."
At first Gabriel didn't understand. But the other boys in the room did. The bear, bull, and rabbit knew they were about to witness the contest's very first cumming. And it would be the wolf who'd pay the price. Emmett reached a hand out and got to work, fondling the wolf's soft dick as he tried to manipulate it to something more workable. Something stiff and needy.
Finally it clicked for the wolf. He understood all too well.
"No! No, man, you can't do that! That's not fair! Get your hands off me!" Gabriel shouted, struggling once more in his bonds, like he'd done in the steel chair.
Enjoying putting the teenager in his place, Emmett fondled, rubbed, and stroked the wolf's slowly growing cock as he patronizingly cooed out, "Shhh... it's okay little wolf fag. Just let it happen... I'll make you feel so good it'll be worth all those points you'll be losing.
The molested lad tried to resist, yelling and cursing the buck as he did, but it was a losing battle. Soon he was rock hard and, though he would never admit it, the other boy's hand felt so good. A hand that was stroking him faster and faster, even as the wolf was further stimulated by the medium sized dildo he'd worked himself down onto earlier.
Emmett, for his part, was pleased to see that the wolf's equipment was just a bit shorter than his own six and a half inches. It served the boy right. For making fun of him. For being his enemy. For telling him he was going to die here. But the buck didn't mind being the bigger man. He'd turn the other cheek and make the wolf fag feel good. Really good. So good he could just die.
Everyone else looked on in silence. There was nothing they could do and besides, both the buck and the wolf were strangers to them. Let the two of them sort it out. Also, it wasn't like the antlered deer was hurting the other guy. Quite the opposite. Except the end result might be far, far worse than a simple slap across the face.
Kyle watched with rapt interest, enthralled by the pornographic scene playing out before him. His parents hadn't even allowed him his own personal computer, explaining that that was 'how the devil got into children's heads'. This was his first real exposure to actual sex. And the bunny wanted to see more. Eyes wide, he wanted to see everything as he wished the handsome wolf and the dashing buck would keep at it forever.
Jared on other hand was enjoying Kyle's reaction far more than the twisted game the buck was playing. The bear loved how the rabbit's ten inch cock bobbed in the air. How masculine it looked compared to the small boy's petite frame. Thinking back to their current situation, the bear sincerely hoped that the rabbit didn't end up being feminized like that horse in the photo, the one whose plump shaft had been removed. To Jared, that would be an unforgivable waste of such a gorgeous specimen.
Emmett on the other hand only had eyes for Gabriel.
"You like this, don't you faggot? It's okay if you do. Go ahead and spray your filthy homo seed all over the ground, I don't mind. That's where it belongs. Shhhh, there's a good boy. Take your time, there's no rush. We got all night. Though, I'm betting you won't need all night, will you? You're just about ready to.. pop!"
As if on cue, Gabriel's shouts turned to moans, the wolf's six incher squirting jet after jet of boy cum onto the polished floor. When the buck noticed his victim had started cumming, he took his hand away and turned around, walking towards the 'Mount Everest' he was going to be forced to climb. It didn't bother him in the slightest that by stopping when he did, he might have very well ruined one of the wolf's very last climaxes. Emmett had his own problem to worry about.
Panting in simmering, hateful silence, Gabriel watched his new rival closely. He was going to enjoy every second of the buck's struggle to fit the huge red dildo into his virgin asshole. The molested wolf got his money's worth that night, as it took a long time and a lot of pained discomfort for Emmett to finally managed to take his seat, his tight rear stuffed to the breaking point with artificial cock.
As the other three tried their best to fall asleep in the uncomfortable semi-standing position, the wolf and buck glared at each other. In that moment, they shared a single thought between them.
'I'll see you hang.'