After the first round, the living room didn't look the same anymore.
The pizza was still on the table, music was playing softly from a phone, and drink bottles stood between the plates, as if it were still just a regular night with friends. But no one was looking at the food anymore. No one was reaching for the remote. No one was trying to get back to talking about the gym, work, or girls.
Everyone knew that something had changed.
Ryan, Max, and Liam were still by the couch, heated up after the first challenge. Ryan was trying to look confident, with his chin up and his shoulders squared, as if his posture alone could restore his former self-assurance. But I could see the difference. He wasn't the same Ryan who, just a moment ago, had been bragging that his girlfriend called his butt perfect. Now he knew that looks were just the beginning.
Max was sitting on the edge of the couch, with a half-smile, but quieter than usual. And when Max was silent, something real was starting to happen. He looked at me, then at Liam, then back at me, trying to decide whether the first round had given him an advantage or exposed him more than he'd meant to allow.
Liam was calm.
Too calm.
He stood a little to the side, without feeling the need to comment, without asking about the score. And that was what annoyed the others the most. Ryan and Max could pretend not to see it, but they did. Liam didn't look like someone surprised by the contest. He looked like someone who had just started playing.
Dylan, Cole, and Nate were different too. Dylan wasn't smiling as if at a joke anymore, but as if at something he'd been waiting for. Cole was quiet, focused, almost technical. Nate looked at Liam with a heavy calm that told me he liked being part of this more than he'd admit out loud.
I knew they liked it.
That's why the second round had to be different.
It couldn't be another joke. It had to show which of the three contestants really understood what this competition was all about.
I stood up slowly.
Everyone looked at me immediately.
"So what? Are we really doing a second round?" Ryan asked.
I smiled slightly.
"I thought you wouldn't be asking after the first one."
Max looked up.
"He's asking because he wants to know if he still has a chance."
Ryan gave him a sharp look.
"I have a better chance than you."
Liam said, his voice calm. "Then you'll prove it in the next round."
The silence after his words was brief but heavy.
I walked over to the cabinet and opened the bottom drawer. I took my time. I wanted them to hear every movement. When I returned, I was holding three identical dildos in my hands.
I placed them on the table next to the lube.
No one laughed.
And that told me everything.
"To be fair," I said calmly. "Everyone gets their own. Same size. Same material. Same test."
Ryan swallowed, but didn't look away. Max exhaled through his nose, trying to hide his tension behind indifference. Liam just stared.
"The finger tested the basics," I said. "The dildo will show which one of you can really take more."
For a moment, they just stared at the table.
Three dildos lay next to three bottles of lube like something no one could turn into a joke anymore. They weren't excessive, but big enough for each of them to understand the difference between the first round and what was about to happen now.
Ryan was the first to look up.
"Same size for everyone?"
"Same."
Max tilted his head.
"You sound like you're really running a competition."
"Because I am."
Cole picked up one dildo from the table and looked at me, waiting for instructions. Nate did the same without a word. Dylan took the third one and shifted his gaze to Max.
"We don't start until I explain the rules," I said. "In this round, I'm not just judging the first reaction anymore. I'm judging who can take more. Who can breathe through it. Who can stay in position when it gets harder. Who can listen, adjust, and keep giving me exactly what I ask for."
Ryan took a deeper breath.
"So now you can really make up for lost ground."
"You can. But you can also lose your lead faster than before."
Max looked at Ryan, then at Liam.
"Good. Because the first round was just a warm-up."
Liam spoke calmly:
"Then stop talking about the warm-up and show us it actually prepared you."
Max smiled briefly but didn't answer.
I pointed to the couch.
"Same position. Knees on the seat. Hands on the backrest. Side by side."
Ryan went first. Max joined him right after, trying to look relaxed, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. Liam positioned himself last, calmly, without rushing.
When all three were kneeling by the couch, the living room fell silent again.
"Cole, you stay with Ryan. Dylan, Max. Nate, Liam."
The assistants lined up behind them.
"Lube," I said.
Each of them took a bottle.
"Slow at first," I instructed. "First, the prep. Then entry. Then rhythm."
Ryan glanced over his shoulder.
"Alright, Matt. Judge us."
"I will."
Liam just lowered his head and pressed his hands harder against the couch.
"Let's get started."
I gave the assistants a signal.
Cole started with Ryan.
He poured lube onto the dildo, then onto Ryan's ass, and spread it with a calm, precise hand. Ryan kept his hands on the back of the couch. His shoulders were tense, but less so than before. He was trying to control himself. Not for appearances. To win.
"Take it easy," Cole said in a low voice.
Ryan exhaled through his nose.
"You're still playing the confident guy," I said.
Ryan glanced at me over his shoulder.
"Because I want to win."
"Then stop playing. Show me you can listen to your body."
Cole pressed the dildo against him and waited. He gave Ryan a second to feel the weight of this round. Then he slowly slid in the first inch.
Ryan moaned deeper than he had with the finger. The sound passed through him heavily, as if he hadn't managed to stop it. His thighs tensed tightly, but Cole placed a hand on his hip.
"You're doing well. Relax."
And Ryan tried.
I saw the effort. I saw the ambition. He really wanted to correct what his body had given away in the first round. He was breathing heavily, but he wasn't pulling his hips back.
It was better than before.
Still too much tension. Still too much showy control. But there was improvement.
Then I shifted my gaze to Max.
Dylan was preparing him differently. He poured lube onto the dildo, then onto Max's ass, spreading it with his hands slowly, almost soothingly. He wasn't messing around. And that's exactly why Max looked more exposed than when Dylan was provoking him with words.
"Take it easy," Dylan said. "No rush."
Max clenched his fingers on the back of the couch.
"I'm trying," he said quietly.
"I know," Dylan replied. "And you're doing well."
That was enough.
Max lowered his head, and his back moved with a deeper breath. When Dylan pressed the dildo against him, Max didn't try to make a comment anymore. He waited. And when the first thrust began slowly, his body reacted immediately.
He moaned softly. Louder than he wanted to. More openly than Ryan.
Dylan paused for a moment.
"Relax. Just like that."
Max swallowed.
Dylan began to move the dildo slowly, then more confidently. Max reacted to every movement. His body betrayed him mercilessly, but this time it didn't look like weakness. It looked like potential. He had the strongest reaction of the three. The problem was that sometimes that reaction took control of him.
"Max," I said. "Hold your position."
He clenched his hands tighter.
"I'm holding it."
It was quietest around Liam.
Nate lubricated the dildo thoroughly, then poured lube onto Liam's ass and spread it with a slow, heavy hand. Liam was breathing evenly. He didn't look indifferent. It was focus.
"Good," Nate said quietly. "Stay in that breath."
Liam nodded.
Nate positioned the dildo and waited for my signal.
I watched Liam longer than I should have. Ryan was trying to regain his composure. Max was grappling with his own reaction. And Liam was different. His calmness didn't look like indifference. He was tense, present, focused. As if everything happening to his body was passing through him without the need to pretend anything.
I gave the signal.
Nate slid the dildo in slowly.
Liam groaned low, quieter than Max, but deeper. His hands clenched the couch, but his hips stayed in place. He didn't try to pull away from the movement. He accepted it with his breath, his body, his silence.
"That's it," I said. "Liam, you're the best listener."
Ryan looked his way. Max did too.
Nate started working the dildo slowly, then more rhythmically. Liam was breathing harder and harder, but he still held his position. Every movement passed through his body clearly, and yet he didn't crumble beneath it.
After a moment, I raised my hand.
"Now the pace."
Cole, Dylan, and Nate understood immediately.
Their movements became steadier. Deeper. More rhythmic. The living room filled with heavier breathing, short moans, the sound of hands clenching the couch, and the tension that arises when competition ceases to be just a theory.
Ryan had improved since the first round. Max reacted the most intensely, but at times he lost his rhythm. Liam was breathing heavily, moaning softly, but maintaining control.
And that's when I began to understand who was truly ready for the final.
When I raised my hand, Cole, Dylan, and Nate slowed down almost simultaneously. The round was over, but the tension in the living room didn't ease at all. On the contrary. For a moment, it grew even heavier, because everyone knew that after this round, someone would lose his place in the contest.
Ryan, Max, and Liam stayed by the couch, breathing heavily. Ryan was the first to straighten his shoulders, as if he wanted to immediately regain his confident posture. Max lowered his head for a moment, then looked at me from under his eyebrows. Liam was silent. As always. But his silence after this round wasn't emptiness. It was an answer.
The assistants took a step back.
Dylan looked at Max with a gleam in his eyes. Cole watched Ryan calmly. Nate stood next to Liam, the quietest of them all, but his gaze spoke volumes. They all wanted more.
"Round two is over," I said.
Ryan immediately looked at me.
"And?"
Max snorted briefly.
"Let him speak in peace."
Ryan didn't even look at him.
"I want to know because I want to win."
Liam spoke calmly:
"We all do."
That single sentence was enough to make Max and Ryan look his way.
I stepped closer.
"Ryan. You've improved. You were more focused. It's clear you really want to win."
Ryan pressed his lips together, but satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
"But?" he asked.
"But you're still trying too hard to control how you look. Sometimes you think more about what others see than about what's happening to your body."
He didn't answer.
I shifted my gaze to Max.
"Max. The strongest reaction. Again. It was even more obvious in this round. When you let go of the jokes, you really started to show what you're capable of."
Max was breathing heavily, but he smiled slightly.
"So that's good?"
"Very good. But you still lose your rhythm at times. Your reaction is your advantage."
Max nodded slowly.
Finally, I looked at Liam.
"Liam. The most consistent round. The best listening. The best control. You weren't the loudest. You didn't try to win with a show. But out of the three of you, you understood best what this competition requires."
Ryan gave him a sharp look. Max did too.
Liam just let out a breath and asked:
"So?"
I was silent for a moment.
"After two rounds," I said, "only two will move on to the next competition."
Ryan swallowed.
Max stopped smiling.
Liam didn't look away.
"Liam," I said. "You're staying."
No one looked surprised. Not even Ryan.
"Max," I added after a moment. "You too."
Max closed his eyes for a second, as if only now allowing himself to breathe.
Ryan stood motionless.
For a moment, I thought he was going to say something. That he'd crack a joke, protest, try to defend his ego one last time. But he just looked at me, then at Max, then at Liam.
"So I'm out," he said quietly.
I stepped closer.
"Not because you were weak. They just understood what I was really judging better than you did."
Ryan clenched his jaw, but after a moment he nodded.
Ryan took a step back and sat down on the edge of the couch. He didn't look humiliated. He looked like someone who'd just had to admit that the rules were different than he'd wanted to believe.
I looked at Max and Liam.
Now there were just the two of them.
No longer three contestants. No more jokes. No more preliminary tests. Just two finalists, looking at each other with a completely different energy than before.
"The finger tested the basics," I said calmly. "The dildo showed who can really take more."
Max lifted his chin.
Liam stood calmly.
I smiled slightly.
"But the next round will decide everything."
The living room fell silent.
"Now it's time to see which one of you can handle a cock."
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