America's Next Top Kinkster 2

Author note: Sorry for such a long gap/wait. Not sure if anyone even remembers or cares about this story lol. I hate leaving something undone though to here it is. Hope you enjoy. Let me know your thoughts/what you liked/think. Will make my day.

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Just 5 contestants remained.

Paul, the skillfully cumcontrol master.

Nate, the athletic ‘foot’ guy.

Martin, the recently freed hypno slave

Tyrell, the loyal 2nd chancery with hypno abilities.

And lastly,

The professor. The ruthless, cruel, slavekeeper.

Tyrell, Martin, and Paul compared notes and knew they needed to stick together. Both saw that the professor was the biggest threat here. They both also felt the other was one of the good guys and they wanted to see a good person win.

Professor took Nate under his wing. He saw him as athletic and strong and this could come as a value in comps.

In passing Professor gave Martin a command to go lay down. And not speak for the rest of the night.

“I’m no longer your slave” Martin said coldly.

Professor was taken off guard.

“How…”

Martin cut him off.

“You no longer have control of me. Just know that when I get my revenge you will wish you had never even met me. I promise, it will be merciless.”

Martin smiled at Professors panicked face. He knew an uncontrolled Martin meant business.

Professor pulled himself together ot not loom weak and straightened his face.

“Well just know, when I gain back control of you boy, you would rather be dead than deal with the punishments I have in mind for you.”

The two had a tense staredown before going their own ways.

Martin went and told Tyrell and Paul about the incident.

The 3 hatches a plan. Tyrell instructed them to get him a specific list of potions to hide for later.

" CONTESTANTS PLEASE MEET IN THE MAIN HALL FOR THE NEXT COMPETITION" Charlie said over the loud speaker.

“The first part of the finale will be an endurance comp dedicated to the kink of wedgies. All 5 of you will be stripped to just underwear with a firm hook attatched to the back. Slowly you’ll be hoisted up more and more with the wedgie getting worse and worse. 2nd place will win safety for themselves and 1 other person. The last to be able to tolerate this the longest will win and pick who they want to eliminate out of who is left.”

None of the 5 men were exactly thrilled for this. They all took their places.

Charlie pressed a remote button and they all began to slowly life off the ground.

Charlie and members of production all laughed at the discomfort on all their faces.

The underwear kept riding up on them worse and worse.

Professor had quickly had enough and bailed asking to be let down. He was relying on Nate to pull through.

Paul couldn’t take it anymore and felt to humiliated with all the cameras pointing at him and people in the room so he bailed.

“Sorry guys, you got this” He said to Tyrell and Martin.

After so much time passed Tyrell was aching and realized neither of the other 2 were going anywhere so he bailed.

Just Nate and Martin remained. Both so focused and stone cold in the face despite what was happening.

The downside of being out of Professors spell was that Martin didn’t have the ability to just not be affected by the hardships of the challenges. Eventually it got tk be to much and he asked to be let down.

“Congrats Nate! Martin, as 2nd place you get safety and can save 1 other.” Charlie said.

“I hate to pick between 2 allies but I’m gonna go with Tyrell” Martin said.

“Nate, you can eliminate Professor or Paul” Charlie instructed.

“Obviously picking Paul” Nate said.

Paul looked dismayed. He knew what punishment was coming.

The workers situated Paul to have an atomic wedgie and had him frozen in place like a statue in that mode. Just constantly feeling a giant wedgie.

The remaining 4 went back to the house.

It was now 2v2.

The guys found a letter instructing then to pair up.

The pairs were obvious.

Tyrell chose Martin and Professor chose Nate.

Some time later they were called back for the next challenge of the finale.

A very tell beefy man stood on the room grinning. He was huge. At least 7’.

“The challenge today is dedicated to macrophillia and shrinking. You will all be drinking shrinking potions. Once shrunk down, you will be put in a maze. Your goal in to beat the person you paired up with in a race to the end. Trust me, you don’t want to lose this race. Both losers will be punished by our special guest.” Charlie said.

Once all of the guys drank their potions and became tiny they were all put in the start of the 2 different built mazes.

The mazes were actually the size of a boardgame for normal people but for these guys they were life-size.

“Ready. Go!” Charlie yelled.

Martin and Tyrell hated having to face each other but in the end this was a competition.

Both were on each other’s tail hitting the same dead ends.

Eventually they saw the path to an opening. They both glanced at each other and then booked it.

Martin was much faster and left Tyrell in the dust. At the opening he saw a potion. He drank it and grew back to size.

In the other maze Professor had Nate under his control.

“Guide me to the end boy” He snapped.

Professor followed Nate until they reached the ending where Proessor snapped at him to stay put.

Professor exited the maze and drank the potion to grow to size.

“Congrats Martin and Professor. Yoy are the finalists!” Charlie said.

The very tall guest walked over to Tyrell and Nate and picked them each up gently with just 2 fingers on each hand.

He opened his mouth and put Tyrell inside.

“Ahh” Tyrell yelled. Suddenly in a dark, sloppy, slimy saliva covered place with only the guests breathe filling his nose.

The tall guy slipped off his shoe and put Nate inside.

Nates eyes bugged when he saw the giant foot coming back down and putting pressure on him. He had an unco.fprtable anout of weight crushing him, plus the smell…

“Our guest is a superfan and volunteered to be put in statue mode to help with a punishment.” Charlie said.

The man was coated with the statue paint, including in his mouth. This left him, Nate, and Tyrell stuck in their predicaments while aware. Only the guest was smiling, the other two…not so much.

The final 2 men went back to the house.

At night Martin tactically snuck into Professors room. He carefully and slowly seeped a potion into Professors mouth.

Professors eyes opened but he remained still and seemed to be in a daze. Martin whispered in his ear for some time before gently closing his eyes and leaving.

In the morning Professor awoke. He never remembered what happened with Martin that night but did feel weird, like he lost a large chunk of time.

The two were called down to the main hall for the final competition.

“Welcome guys. The final competition will be Spanking kink themed. You will each be leaned over a table and spanked harder and harder. This can go on as long as it needs. The one who doesn’t give up will be the winner.”

Both guys stripped down and leaned over the tables.

2 workers came in with paddles.

“Ready go!” Charlie yelled.

The spankers were in sync. Going at the same speed and same level of hardness.

Both men kept wincing. They were so determined to not let the other win that they kept on even once tears started to flow.

Professor was extra embarrassed as a dom who never cries, now leaned over a table being paddled. No way he was going to do this and not win.

The skin had become so red and tender on both men.

Oth trying not to scream/cry and at times failing.

At some point Martin broke. He became triggered having flashbacks to being punished unwillingly by Professor and began to have a panic attack. He forfeited.

Even Charlie couldn’t believe it.

“Congrats Professor! You are the winner of ANTK!” Charlie yelled.

When Charlie said these exact words it was like something snapped in Professor.

He suddenly just stood stationary. His eyes in a trace. His face stonecold and expressionless.

Martin smiled. He knew exactly what was happening.

He, Paul, and Tyrell had put together a potion that would put Professor under their control the same as he had done to others. When Martin snuck into Professors room the command he gave him was that if he heard the phrase “Congrats Professor you are the winner of ANTK” He would enter a state of mind where he would do as Martin says. He was still conscious in his own body but he had no control over what he said or did. Martin had it all planned should Professor win.

'You ok?" Charlie said to him.

“Why don’t you explain what is wrong…boy” Martin said to Professor.

“Yes sir.” Professor said.

Professor stood before everyone and the cameras and began to confess all of his crimes and aplogize.

“My master has let me know he would like for me to make this right with everyone, that is why I would like to split my entire prize money among all of my victims.”

Charlie and the other workers were shocked with their jaws on the floor.

“I also would like to accept any punishment that was meant for my master, the runner up.”

“If you say so…” Charlie said.

As normal, the runner up is given a mix of all the former punishments as the ultimate punishment.

Professor first allowed the workers to tie him in an uncomfortable shibari rope tie that made him look like a human pretzel, putting a lot of strain on his muscles and joints.

Next the workers rubbed some tickling powder under his arms and on the soles of his feet. It didn’t take long for the agonizing tickling sensations to start.

Next the workers passed around a small cup. Some spit large ropes of saliva in it. One pissed in the cup. Another put some mysterious gunge mixture in. The cup was poured into Professors mouth which was quickly sealed with tape before he could hurl it out.

One of the workers gave him an atomic wedgie pulled over his head.

Professor was then shrunken down.

He was painted and eventually solidified as a statue. Martin kicked off his shoe and passed it to Charlie who dropped Professor inside.

Martin looked down into the shoe and smiled. Professor was bubbling with anger but could only just lay back in the shoe looking up at Martins happy face.

“Wow what an ending.” Charlie said.

~A month later~

Martin, Tyrell, Paul, and the others all lounge on the beach drinking out of coconuts. They are enjoying the winnings that Professor ‘gifted’ them.

“Production/Charlie let me keep him as I instructed him to remind them I’m his master” Martin told the guys.

“I had him put back in the state he was in at the finale. Still in my shoe. I’ll let him out eventually…I’m to nice. But I’m gonna a enjoy this for a while. I’m sure it’s better for him than being in prison…or maybe not to be honest”

The guys all laughed.

Meanwhile professor laid in the shoe next to Martin, hearing a of the guys he used to torment have a ball…on his dime. The only thing he had to focus on other than the gross taste in his mouth, the constant feeling of tickling, the wedgie…ect.

The end.