Night Terrors: Death Game

“In the next room are 29 keys, hidden somewhere in the debris. There are doors marked one through 64. Each door has a light over it. If the light is on, the door can be unlocked. Doors 36-64 are all locked with the lights off, since we don't have that many competitors. 30-35 are unlocked and can be entered without keys. Choosing one of those gives you a 50/50 chance of being either a winner or a prize, and the chance is actually random.

“Here's where the fun begins. Doors 1-29 can be opened with any of the keys. They all have the same locks. The person who enters door number one will have the first choice of prizes. That is, they choose which man to absorb. Door number two gets second choice, and so on down the line. If all of the men are attractive to you, feel free to pick 29 and get whomever is left over. It's not a bad choice. Oh, and the door to the next room has been unlocked for a few minutes now.”

When the Host had said the last part, the room full of men flooded forward, pushing and trampling each other through the door. Billy let them. There were too many traps in this place to go running head first into one. Sure enough, there was a pileup of greedy men just inside. The floor had dropped several feet, and the room was filled with dildos. It was like a children's ball pit, but dirty. The first couple of men had been able to leap farther in, but the pushing at the door caused some to fall, and more to be pushed on top of them.

There were more men who were playing it cautious than just Billy, and they waited for the pile to clear before going in. When Billy got to the door, rooms one and two had already been claimed. He had to be smart and fast. He jumped in and moved to a low density spot. He realized as he waded through that they weren't all dildos. A lot of them were vibrators, and they were all turned on. As they buzzed past his ass and dick, a small part of him was impressed. It was a distraction meant to turn them on. His dick being vibrated through his pants told him that it was a good distraction.

He was digging through the pit for a good fifteen minutes, listening to the sound of men diminish, when he looked up to see that only one light was left, room 29, and someone was on their way to it. He tried to traverse the room to get to the man, but he was too slow, and within a second, a buzzer sounded.

“Alright, you six, to the last doors,” the Host told them. “In one minute, the floor of this room will drop out and the contents will fall into my special spike trap room. I would suggest only letting dildos and vibrators make that trip. The last six rushed over to the doors, and each entered a room, closing the doors. There was glass on the side facing the room, and Billy watched the floor drop a thousand or so sex toys into the room below. There were, in fact, spikes. A few of the toys hit them and were pierced, but nearly all of them dropped harmlessly between. The floor didn't return to place. That meant the door was unlocked, though why anyone would choose to backtrack was a mystery.

“Rooms 30-35, you now have a decision. There are buttons for each losing room. Press one to vote someone into the prize pool.” Billy fell. He went through a tube, down a slide, and into a box. A man covered head to toe in black wheeled him down a hallway.

“You weren't their choice,” the man said, his voice different from the Host's. “He chose you to drop first so I could give you this.” He placed a feeding tube into a hole. “This will keep you alive until round three. The prizes are the ones who will move on, not the ones up top. Drink.”

Billy put the tube into his mouth and closed his lips around it. He drank the sweet liquid, but found his lips were stuck to the tube. “He also didn't want you warning the others. You'll get the glue release after the round is over.” Billy glared at the man, but was secretly thankful. He knew that all of those good men would live, and the greedy ones would die. But some of those men upstairs were good men as well. They came to comfort him. He didn't want them to die. It was going to be painful to watch.

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I waited in silence as three more coffins were wheeled into the room. One of them, with Billy Bubbles inside, already hooked up and drinking. Both of the other two were instructed to drink once their tubes went in. “It will make the process feel good instead of painful,” the robed man told them. They drank. Good for them. No one in the coffins would die in pain.

Our coffins were tilted up so we could see each other. 32 of us, in a circle, unable to escape and about to die. For the life of me, I couldn't think of why the Host would want us dead, unless it was some crazy homophobic scheme. But then, why try to make us comfortable?

The robed man came through again with a tray of straps and a small device. He walked up to the first coffin and pointed the device at the man's head. It flashed and the man went limp. He then flipped a couple of latches on the coffin and lifted the plastic top off completely, then strapped the man's arms to the slab he was lying on, followed by his ankles. Something about it didn't connect in my head, but I couldn't figure out what it was yet. When the last strap was tightened, the robed man used the device o the man's face a second time and he come back. He struggled against the straps, but wasn't going anywhere.

After that, the robed man checked the bag of liquid we were supposed to drink. It was empty, so he took it away. Then he moved to Conrad's coffin and did the same. When he got around to me, I found the flash of light to be soothing, and it made my mind wander to a different place. I was brought back bound to the table like the others. The straps still didn't make sense to me for some reason. They just didn't fit into the situation.

When the entire group was bound, and the ones who still had liquid to drink had finished, the Host spoke again. “The winner of the challenge may now choose his prize. Which of these fine men would you like to absorb?” That was the game for the round? At least I knew it was going to feel good, and not be some freaky body-snapping event.

An athletic guy with a tan and gorgeous shoulders walked in. He looked around the room and smiled. “The hottest one in the room and I get to have him,” he said. When he walked away from Conrad, I was shocked, but when he came to me, I was floored.

“Me?” I asked.

He leaned against me and gave me a kiss. “Of course. I wanted you for round one, but that one guy had you locked up so tight, so one could have a chance. There were a bunch of us talking about you, and how hot you were.” I could feel the heat rising to my face. He kissed me again.

The second place player was then allowed to pick. He was tall and slim, but still prettier than most guys out there. He walked, again, straight to me. He bent down to kiss me, but the previous guy stopped him. “This one is mine,” he growled.

“I know,” number two said. “I just want a taste before he's gone.”

“Fine.”

The second man's lips touched mine and he pressed in for a deep kiss that would have made my knees buckle if I'd been strapped in. “If only I'd been five seconds faster,” he said.

“Then you would have the honor of murdering me,” I said dryly. He stiffened and turned to cross the circle to Conrad. I knew the man would be high up on the list, though I thought he'd be number one.

After a couple more guys came through, another of whom kissed me, a very pretty, but pouty, blond twink came in. He walked straight to Jonathan. “I told you he was fine,” the boy sneered. “I'm going to enjoy taking your whiny ass out of the game.”

Taking my lead, Jonathan looked up at the boy. “You're going to enjoy murdering a human being who has done nothing to you but ask for help. Which of us is the evil one?”

“Keep trying to guilt me,” the blond said. “Your life means nothing to me. The million dollars is all I care about.”

The rest of the pairs were made, with six more guys kissing me, down to the last, when only Billy was left. When the final man came in, he saw who was on the table. “No, guys, please,” he said. “The man has been through enough.”

“The put him out of his misery,” the blond boy said.

“Try to think of it as a mercy,” said the man next to him. “You're helping him join his love.”

The new man sighed. “I guess, but it's still fucked up.”

“This whole place is fucked up,” another of the winners said. “Just focus on getting out alive, and do whatever it takes.”

I recognized that last guy as the first one I had scared into pressing up instead of down. It made sense that his goal now was just survival. I silently wished him luck with the rest of the twisted game.

The robed man bushed a tray of enema bottles through and let each of the men take one. One by one, they each undressed and used their bottles. “Can we start?” the blond asked.

“Hold on,” the Host said over the loudspeaker. “Let everyone's enema take effect first, then everyone can go at once. In the mean time, go ahead and get your prizes ready.”

My jeans were opened and pushed down to my ankles, and my guy started stroking me to get me hard. It worked quickly. His touches send jolts through my dick and deep into my guts. I had a feeling the stuff we drank was responsible for that.

“Alright, men, it is time to mount your prizes,” announced the host. Almost as one, the entire group of winners climbed up and sat on our dicks. As one, the rest of us let out gasps of pleasure, not ready for how great it was going to feel. That burst of joy knocked the final piece of the puzzle into clarity in my head. The reason the straps didn't fit what the Host was saying.

“Shit!” I exclaimed. “The straps, guys! We're strapped in. If we were going to be the ones absorbed like before, the straps would rip us apart. We're not the ones being absorbed, the winners of round 2 are!”

Suddenly the scrambling began, as the Host laughed over the loudspeaker. The guys tried to get off of us, but they were stuck. Their struggles massaged and stroked our dicks, making us squirm as well. I wanted to focus, to get away. I wanted to at least go limp and stop this, but it wouldn't happen. The power of the drug was overriding any guilt I could feel, taking me on a ride that I didn't want to stop. I could see in my guy's face that the terror was mixed with lust. The Host had the decency to make whatever was happening to him feel amazing. Small blessing.

“This challenge was a way to weed out the greedy,” the Host said. “Those who were too ruthless to live are going to be consumed. I understand that there are a few of you about to die who were genuinely going to choose the down elevator before you learned it was a trap. I am so sorry that you got the raw end of the deal. You're just going to have to chalk that one up to the unfairness of life.”

My orgasm was building quickly, and I was about to blow. I was trying to take in and process what the host was saying, but it was too difficult. I started spurting into the hot jock who was riding me. He had stopped struggling and was actively participating. He leaned down to kiss me, and actually started making out with me as my orgasm went on and on. I guess it made sense in a morbid way. He was choosing to embrace the pleasure that was being given to him, instead of focusing on his loss. One last ride before the end. “I'm sorry,” I whispered to him, but he shook his head at me. He pushed himself up on shaky arms, and raised one arm to flip off the Host at some imagined place above us.

Then his other arm gave out and he collapsed on me. My orgasm was still happening somehow, but it was milder than before, and felt a bit odd. The jock was resting on me, breathing gently. I think he was asleep. It took a few minutes for me to realize he was getting lighter. I did the mental gymnastics in my head. “They're being dissolved and flowing into us through our dicks,” I called out.

“You are far too smart, Cameron,” the Host said. “Way to spoil my big reveal.”

“Not smart enough, or I could have figured it out in time to warn them,” I replied.

“Smarter than the rest of us,” Conrad said.

“That, and you're still trying to find a way to save all of us, not just yourself,” Jonathan added.

“I'm not the only one,” I said. “Did any of you notice that Billy's mouth never left the feeding tube, and that the robed man never tried to take it out? His mouth is glued to it so he couldn't warn us. He knew first.”

I watched my hot jock deflate on top of me, like a punctured blow-up doll. I knew he was gone now, and I quietly mourned him. I closed my eyes, not wanting to watch any more of what was going on in the room. I would know when it was over, because my light orgasm would stop. It took roughly a half an hour, and when it did, I sighed.

The robed man walked in with more straps. He put them, across our chests and waists, and threaded them through slots in the tables we were on, fastening them behind the tables. Then he released our arms. There was no way for us to escape still, but we could stretch them. The robed man disappeared behind a curtain.

“No tricks right now,” the Host said. “It's been a rough time so far and you boys need to recover a bit. “My servant will be bringing you food. It's JUST food, no potions or drugs. I highly suggest eating, for your own comfort. After that, I'm going to gas the room so you can all sleep, and we can get to round three in the morning.”

Trays were brought in and secured near our chests so we could pick up the sandwiches and snacks from them. I noticed that everything seemed to be a protein, or at least were high in proteins. He was actually trying to nourish us. I picked up the sandwich and took a bite, noticing the entire group watching me. “What?” I asked with my mouth full.

“Just seeing if you thought it was safe,” said a guy across the way. “I think we're pretty much relying on your judgment now.”

“Thanks, no pressure there,” I joked. Well, I half joked. They were putting too much faith into me, when, so, far, I hadn't saved anyone. I had only succeeded in being right after it was too late.

“Jason?” Jonathan asked. “That's your name right?”

“You remembered,” the other guy said.

“You were nice to me when I was scared,” Jonathan said. “I'm glad you're alive.”

Jason snorted. “At this point, I'm not sure if I'm so glad to still be alive. I'm terrified.”

“Cameron will get us out,” Jonathan told him. I groaned internally.

The robed man finally got Billy's mouth detached from the feeding tube. “I'll help you,” he told me. “The sooner we can break this monster's game, the more people we can get out of here. I want to take this bastard down.”