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"Welcome back America, I hope you've all had as much fun as I’ve had tonight. Sadly, we've reached the final stage of tonight's game, but don't despair too much, we'll be back next week with a brand-new set of stars who will compete in our perverted challenges and try to avoid spinning our famous wheel. But tonight’s game isn’t over yet. Chris and Zac have our final stage to get through. And what is this final stage you may ask? It's what we like to refer to as the 'Perverted Dash', an obstacle course/race specially designed for each of our two finalists."
Chris stood behind his podium, no dogs in sight thank goodness. His asshole was sore, canine seed was leaking down his naked thighs. It disgusted him how much he had loved being fucked and knotted by man's best friend, (and Tom when he had a canine dick). He was disgusted by everything that had happened so far tonight.
Cohen turned to Zac and Chris before continuing. “You will each have ten minutes to finish your course, and the winner will get the power to make the ultimate choice of the night, to remove his and any to all his fellow player’s changes that have occurred tonight, or our winner leaves everyone to their new perverted lives. The winner also gets a few other prizes, including half-a-million dollars to a charity of their choice, but that’s all inconsequential at the moment.”
The host snapped his fingers and Chris was no longer behind his podium. He was now in a stone hallway, one which looked like it opened up to a large room ahead, from where he could hear barks and whines from what sounded like dozens of dogs.
"Each person you come to along the way will give you a task to perform before you can move on to the next one,” Cohen's voice announced, sounding as if it was coming from some kind of speakers, “the most important rule you both must remember is that you are not allowed to orgasm yourselves until the last task. If you do there will be consequences at the end."
A gunshot rang through Chris's ears. He stood stunned for a moment before he dashed forward. He knew these next ten minutes of his life were going to be hard, but if he could get through them and win this, well he could reverse everything. He knew he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life a bitch to every dog out there, even if that did sound hot at the moment. And if Zac won, well Zac would probably reverse everything, but then again, he might be too far gone, and Chris couldn’t take that chance.
The hall led into a large room with rows upon rows of kennels. It was basically a dog pound, the walls and floor were stone, and each kennel had a dog in it. Up ahead, at the end of the first row, he could see a man dressed in a black leather harness and what looked like a black leather jockstrap. Upon nearing A little the blonde-haired man he recognized him as a previous co-star; Jamie Bell.
“Chris, good to see you. From what I hear this first part is going to be quite easy for you. You need to get three of these canines to breed your ass before you can move on to the next section. Choose wisely and quickly.”
Chris turned and looked at the aisle of kennels he had just come down. Each kennel had a dog of a different bread in it, and now he could tell that each of these dogs were very much male with unsheathed erections. He ran up and opened the first kennel and fell to his knees. A large basset hound jumped out of the cage and mounted him instantly, getting its pink member into his asshole which was still lubed from previous sperm. He moaned as the dog began to thrust and hump. His own cock hardened, and he began to wonder if he really wanted to win this or not. How could he live the rest of his life without this amazing feeling?
A knot began to form at the base of the dog’s cock. It shoved it farther and then shot its seed deep into his bowels. He began to wonder if they had rigged this against him so he couldn’t win. A dog’s knot took a while to deflate, and he had only ten minutes to do everything. Maybe he was supposed to try to pull the dog’s knot out of his ass, but that seemed like an impossible task, one that would send him to the ER.
Chris didn’t have to wonder for no more than a few more seconds before the knot began to rapidly deflate. Chris wasn’t sure how that was possible, but then nothing in this game seemed possible, so he just accepted it and looked for his next mount as the basset returned to its kennel.
There was a German Sheppard a few kennels down which he just knew he needed to fuck his ass silly. On all fours, he was more involved this go around, moving his hips in time with the large dog's thrust. He loved every second of it and didn’t even care that it took this dog longer than the first to knot up and cum (though its knot was much larger than the basset’s). As soon as the knot was deflated, and the dog was off him, Chris was looking for his last stud.
If Chris wanted to be choosey, he could have, there were all kinds of breeds to be fucked by. But he didn’t care what kind of dog fucked him, so he opened the kennel across from the German Sheppard which turned out to be a Rottweiler. It growled at him before making him its bitch, fucking him far rougher than any dog that had taken Chris’s ass yet. He loved it though, letting the rottweiler have his way.
Chris’s own dick was at full erection between his legs and he reached back with one hand and grabbed it. It felt so good being pounded, and it would feel even better if he came at the same time as the dog. But then he recalled what Cohen had said and released himself.
Soon the Rottweiler was adding his seed to Chris’s already soaked ass. As soon as all the cum was out of the dog’s cock, a video-game-victory-beep echoed through the air and his body began dematerializing.
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Zac too appeared in a hallway, but one different from Chris. The hallway he was in had brick walls painted white and lockers on either side of him. He recognized the hallway immediately, he’d been in here before, he was back in his old high school.
The door he was facing claimed this was room 201, which he knew as the biology room where Mr. Turner taught, his favorite of all his teachers, even though the subject he taught wasn’t his favorite. The door swung open the moment Cohen’s words stopped echoing and Zac entered into the classroom he hadn’t seen in well over a decade.
There was still a part inside Zac that knew that he needed to reverse everything that had happened tonight, but the majority of him now preferred the way things had turned out. He really didn’t want things to go back to the way they were, well maybe some things, but not everything.
Mr. Turner was sitting on the corner of his desk waiting for Zac, the only clothing on him being the loose tie that hung down from his neck. His hazel-green eyes perked up upon seeing Zac while his mouth slid into a smirk.
“Zac, my favorite former student. Man, have you done well for yourself. This first task for you is pretty simple, all you have to do is make me cum. How you go about it is up to you.”
Zac was still rather shocked at seeing his former teacher in such an undressed state. But he couldn’t dwell on that because he had to win this last round. He didn’t know what decision he would make yet, but he knew he couldn’t lose. Losing for a regular round was bad enough, he didn’t even want to know what consequences were brought on by losing the final round. So, he needed to start right away. But how was he going to proceed with this?
“Bend over that desk,” Zac ordered his teacher. He was going to fuck this man, fuck him hard and good. Maybe giving the dude a blowjob might be faster, but he was a top, god-damn it, he may be a slave too, but that didn’t mean he had to be submissive when his master wasn’t around.
Mr. Turner did as Zac ordered, and Zac felt power flow through his hellish veins (he did have a father from hell now after all).
Mr. Turner didn’t have the hottest bubble butt, but his ass was an ass, and Zac knew he could get his teacher to orgasm with his dick up that hole. He just needed some lube. And with that thought a bottle of it appeared in his hands. He didn’t know if the game makers had anticipated this and provided it for him, or if his new lineage gave him special abilities, nor did he care. Lust was spiking through him now, he felt ready to dominate.
With his overly warm cock lubed up he grabbed his teacher by the shoulders and mounted him with one steady movement.
Mr. Turner moaned like some male version of a chick in a porno. The sound just added to the amazing experience. His cock felt good in the man’s tight hole, the warmth felt really good. He began to thrust hard and deep as his hand wrapped around and grabbed ahold of his teacher’s hardon. He stroked it in time with his thrusts, forgetting about anything other than the act the two of them were involved in.
Zac’s cock found that spot in Mr. Turner’s ass that made all males weak in the knees. He knew he had found it because the moment he did Mr. Turner screamed in such pleasure that was the only reasonable explanation. He hit it again another two times before Mr. Turner was shooting his load into Zac’s hands and across the desk.
Zac had felt his own orgasm starting to build in his large balls but he quickly willed it down as he removed his cock from his teacher and remembered the warning against cumming.
“I’d give you an A+ for that one,” Mr. Turner said. A video-game sounding beep went through the air and Zac dematerialized from the classroom.
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When Chris rematerialized, he was in the center of a room that looked very much like the set of the old Avenger's Tower. But this wasn't a set, this was very much real, somehow he appeared to be in the actual tower, which was impossible, or at least should be impossible. He reminded himself that nothing was impossible with this game.
"It's about time you finally get here Captain America," he heard Robert Downey Jr. say. He got up onto his knees and noticed that Robert was standing to his left, although he looked like he was playing Tony Stark at the moment. Then he noticed that Robert wasn't the only one, almost all his male fellow Avengers costars were in there; from Paul Rudd to Chris Hemsworth to Jeremy Renner and Benedict Cumberbatch and more. They were all dressed up as their Marvel counterparts (minus pants and underwear) and they were all looking at him with hungry eyes.
"You don't have time to waste Steve, you best get to suckin’,'" Bucky/Sebastian Stan said as he walked up to him. He wasn’t sure if he was interacting with the actors or the real characters, because Sebastian had Bucky’s biconical arm, which was supposed to be CGI.
"That's right slut, you need to bring five of us to orgasm before you can move on. And you must collect all the cum on your skin," Chris Hemsworth/Thor said.
Chris couldn't deny that his onscreen best friend's cock looked quite delicious. He also needed to hurry it along, so he shuffled a little on his knees and took Bucky's cock deep into his mouth.
He wasn't a pro at sucking, at least not yet, but thanks to the game he did love it.
The other heroes/actors began to crowd around him in a circle, putting him in the center of a bukkake. He took both his hands and reached out either direction, grabbing the cock of a fellow man in either hand. He didn't look to see whose cocks he was holding, he just began jerking them in synchronization with his mouth.
A sixth sense told Chris that Bucky was about to shoot his load, so he pulled his mouth off the cock immediately. It was just in time too; thick, long ropes of cum came spurting out and hit him on the face, covering his forehead and nose.
The cock to his left, which it turned out belonged to Jeremy/Hawkeye, went into orgasm almost immediately afterward, and Chris moved his head just in time to get a bunch of cum on his left cheek and chin, and a little on his shoulder blue padded shoulder.
Chris shuffled on his knees again, letting go of the third cock which belonged to Robert/Iron Man and then grabbed it with his left hand. He was now positioned in front of Paul Rudd. He grabbed Chris Hemsworth's cock, which was to his right, and began to go to town on Paul Rudd's cock.
Thor was surprisingly the first one to cum. Iron Man came a few seconds after them, leaving Steve with a face now soaked in cum along with a few strings on his uniform. He then turned all his attention to the cock before him, and was rewarded with a quick orgasm, which shot directly for his eye and almost blinded him.
The victory beep chimed through the air and Chris dematerialized again.
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When Zac reappeared, he was in the center of the living room of a frat house. He recognized it almost immediately, it was the living room from his film Neighbors, but this wasn't a set, this was real. And all the young guys standing around with red solo cups certainly hadn't been in the film.
"Welcome Zac to our top-notch fraternity," the oldest of the guys said stepping forward from the crowd. His pants weren't hiding his obvious boner. "We've been drinking a lot of beer and you're here to help us with our full bladders. To move on to the next task you first have to ingest the equivalent of ten gallons of urine."
Zac's immediate thought was that that was impossible, ten gallons in one sitting would kill him. Then he realized that he was going to have to drink urine which was not a happy thought for him. Why couldn't it have been for him to eat ten pounds of shit, that would have been much more appealing? Still, he needed to win this round, so he just had to go with the flow on this one.
"You ready?" the leader asked letting his shorts and boxers fall to the floor around his ankles.
Just as the first stream of urine was about to exit the fratman's cock, Zac felt a hollow feeling come over him. He wasn't sure exactly what it was, but he felt strange and noticed that his body was beginning to change. The changes happened in rapid procession, his skin turning marble, his body reshaping itself, his mouth growing to be huge and round. The changes didn't stop until all that was left of him was a clean toilet.
The first stream arched up and landed in his toilet water/saliva. He could taste everything that entered his bowl/mouth. He was beyond disgusted, all the manipulations of his mind were wiped clean when he had entered this form, he could think like he had before he had started this game. He wanted to die. But he couldn't. He couldn't stop his bowl from filling up with urine either as four more streams began to fill his insides. It tasted horrible, the saltiness was unbearable, the acidicness felt like it was burning his porcelain skin.
Soon his bowl was filled to the max and starting overflowing. One of the frat members reached over and flushed him, all the yellow liquid rushed down his pipes and it felt like he was swallowing it all.
The streams of urine didn't stop, and when one did another one would startup. He had probably ten streams filling him now, and he was filling up faster than before.
It was all excruciatingly miserable, it never seemed like it was going to stop. He lost count of the number of times they flushed him. Twenty times. Probably more.
Then all of a sudden, all the urine came to a stop and the victory beep chimed through the air.
"Well you did it, dude, that was 16 gallons of piss, probably more. Anytime you want more feel free to come back by. We'll gladly fill you up again," the leader said as Zac's toilet body dematerialized.
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When Chris rematerialized, he recognized his surroundings immediately. He was on the set of the Avengers Headquarters from Endgame. This was clearly a set though, and the guys on set with him were clearly their actor counterparts now, unlike literally two seconds ago when they seemed to be the actual characters.
Looking even farther around him he saw the directors behind the fourth wall of the stage. He was still on his knees, which gave him hope that this might be another oral orgy which he could definitely get behind.
"It's about time you showed up Chris," Anthony Russo said turning his attention away from a fellow producer, "we can't very well shoot today's porno without its lead star."
“Now remember, your character is desperate for the shit in your fellow actor's asses. You want to be their toilet more than anything else in the world," Joe Russo added in.
"However long you want to stretch this scene out is up to you, we have no guidelines on time limit. We can't yell cut though until you've consumed ten pounds."
"I'm so glad we're not the ones having to consume all that fresh shit aren't you brother," Anthony said.
"Yeah, it's hot seeing some other dude do it, but doing it yourself, is just downright nasty. Alright, let's get these cameras rolling. Ready, set, action!"
"Welcome to the party pal," Robert immediately said in a cheesy porno star way. He patted Chris on the shoulder, "I'm sure you must be starving, I've got a full ass you can eat from."
"I'm sure he'd rather eat from mine first," Chadwick Boseman pipped in. It was clear this dialogue was pre-rehearsed.
"We all have full asses he can chow down on," Paul Rudd said, "he's just got to choose. This is his shit party after all."
Chris looked all around him again. What the hell was he going to do? He could handle the whole being fucked by man's best friend thing, and he had happily gotten behind sucking off his co-star's dicks, but eating their shit, ten pounds worth of it, it was something he wasn't sure he was going to be willing to do. He wished they would literally force his hand like they had at the beginning, but the only real incentive for him was that if he didn't do this, then he could end up stuck with the changes they all had accumulated over the course of this game. He didn't really want to be sexually attracted to dogs for the rest of his life, but he could live with it. But he wasn't the only one who was possibly going to be stuck with all these horrid changes, he had to win and set all this right not just for himself but for all the other contestants.
"Downey, buddy, why don't I empty your ass first," Chris said as he turned to his real-life friend. He hadn't been planning on saying those words exactly, or for it to come out so porny, but that's what his mouth spat out.
"Have at it bro," Robert said turning his ass so that it was in Chris's face. With hesitance Chris pressed his face up against Robert's ass, parting the well-defined cheeks and putting his mouth up against Robert's pucker, something he never thought he'd do, then again he never thought any of this could ever happen before today.
The first turd pushed its way out of Robert's ass and fell into Chris's mouth, right onto his tongue. He involuntarily began to gag, this was the grossest thing that he'd ever done, ever. He couldn't believe this, he needed to swallow, but then it would be inside him.
He fought through nausea and swallowed the smallish turd as another one began to leave Robert's asshole.
Luckily for Chris, all of Robert's turds were on the smallish side, allowing him to swallow without having to chew. But when he went to Mark Ruffalo next, well his turds were massive (Hulk-sized one might say), and there was no way Chris could swallow them without chewing first. It took a bit more mental strength than one would think to bite down into a massive turd. Chewing as a whole was a lot harder than just simply swallowing, it flooded his entire mouth with the horrid taste, which became more pronounced and chalky. It also caused the brown recycled-food to become stuck to the roof of his mouth and his teeth. He chewed as little as he could, trying to imagine in his mind he was just chewing some nasty vegetable to stay healthy than the shit he was actually chewing.
After Mark, he moved on to the other Chris whose shit was starchier, harder and nearly as large. He began to lose track of time as he found himself moving on to Chadwick. He had no idea how many pounds of shit he had already taken in and there were over a dozen naked MCU actors still on this stage he hadn’t gotten too. He hoped he wouldn’t have to eat out of all of them, he wasn’t sure he could take that much. And he had time restraints to still worry about. The fact that he was not aware of was that time was moving slower in this sound stage, each actor’s bowel movements so far had exceeded ten minutes, however, every ten minutes equaled one second back where the audience was watching from. To them, this lengthy task was being viewed in fast-forward to keep them from getting too bored.
As soon as he finished his unwanted meal from Chadwick’s ass, he moved turned to Anthony Mackie and continued on. He was beginning to feel bloated, and the nausea he had from the beginning of this challenge was actually getting worse. He pressed on through the uncomfortableness and continued on to Paul Rudd and then Benedict Cumberbatch followed by Samuel L. Jackson and Tom Hiddleston. By the time he reached Jeremy Renner, he felt like he was going to explode. The pressure in his stomach was painful and extreme, similar to the worst bout of gas that one could imagine. His belly was extended out in a pregnant-sort-of-way. He didn’t think he could take much more.
Jeremy’s shit was thankfully quite small compared to the others, though it did taste quite a bit chalkier. There were still a lot of men on this stage to eat from, but the closest was his on-screen pal Sebastian Stan. He tried moving over to him but found he didn’t have the strength and fell backward onto his back. Sebastian, being kind, came over and squatted over his face. Chris didn’t think he could continue, but he knew he couldn’t stop, then this horrid torture would have been for no. He took two squishy turds from Sebastian and heard the victory beep chime. He’d never been so relieved in his life as he heard the directors yell cut just before he dematerialized.
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When Zac rematerialized this time, he appeared to be in the center ring of an old-fashioned circus. It wasn’t an exact replica of the one they’d used to shoot The Greatest Showman, but it was quite similar. The bleachers were filled with hundreds of fans and to his left, only a few feet away was Hugh Jackman, dressed up as PT Barnum with one major difference to his outfit, the groin was cut out of the trousers letting his big, hairy privates hang out freely.
"Welcome Zac, to the ‘Greatest Fucking Show on Earth’. Today you will be performing for our audience the amazing Lion Taming Act," Hugh said placing his arm around Zac’s padded shoulders. He looked down at himself and realized that he was no longer naked, he was wearing his red tailcoat from the movie, along with the undershirt and his leather shoes. He could even feel the black top hat resting on his head, but what he was missing of course was pants, underwear, anything that would cover up his groin and legs. “Of course, this being an Adult Circus we can’t let Zac tame our lion the old-fashioned way, he must do it with his wits and most importantly his cock.”
The audience rose in the bleachers and went wild. The cheering grew even louder as a man led a large lion with a big, puffy mane into the center ring beside Zac. The feline beast looked up at Zac and snorted as if it weren’t impressed. Zac was though. He was also frightened, a shiver went down his spine as he wondered if he was going to be able to make it out of this challenge alive.
Zac noticed the arm missing from his shoulder and looked over to find that Hugh was now off to the edge of the big ring along with the man who had led the lion over. "Nice kitty-cat," Zac said softly as he slowly made his way around to the back of the lion. He went to pet oversized feline and received a large roar which made his knees shake. He could get eaten alive if he made the wrong move here. Then again, this was a game show, and no one ever dies on a game show, no matter how fucked up the show might be. Right? They wouldn’t have given him this challenge if he was in any real danger, right? He was a big-time Hollywood star; they wouldn’t have put him through all of this just to have him end up a lion’s dinner at the very end. He needed to use the dominant nature this game had bestowed upon him; he needed to take control of the situation and stop worrying about death.
He thought about shoving his cock up his brother’s ass (Dylan’s ass that is, although his new other half-brother Nick would probably enjoy it just as much) which was enough to get him erect again. He then stepped closer, lining his cock up with the lion’s tailhole. He grabbed ahold of the lion’s sides and pushed his cock forwards, stabbing the beast's hole with his cock.
Zac half-expected the lion to lash out and try to buck him off or attack, but instead it purred, its body vibrating which in return vibrated Zac’s cock. The tailhole was a bit tighter than he had thought it would be, and he wished he would have used his spit as lube or something. But he was already inside the lion, and hell it felt amazing.
"Who wants a good old fucking?" Zac said to the lion as he began thrusting. He rubbed his hands all along the lion’s furry sides as he began to build a rhythm. He never would have dreamed in a million years he would ever end up fucking a lion, but he had to say it felt mighty good.
"How long do I have to fuck him for?" Zac called over to Hugh.
"Five minutes or until one of you cums."
Zac didn't want this fucking to end, it felt so magical, so hot, how could he have never known the joys of a lion's asshole before this. He was definitely going to have to convince his master Dylan to get a pet lion for the house.
It was clear that the lion was enjoying this just as much as Zac, but he knew something that would allow the lion to enjoy it even more. He reached down between the hind legs and found with his right hand the big hairy balls of the creature. He guided his hand upwards to the beginning of the sheath and then to the start of the cock. With a quick movement, he grabbed the whole, thick, horn-shaped penis in his hand and momentarily regretted it. It seemed there were sharp, rose-like thorns that stuck out of the feline’s cock. They dug into the palm of his hands and cut his fingers causing him to bleed and his hand to ache in pain. But due to his pain pig status, this turned him on even more. He began stroking the cock, cutting his hand up even further and getting closer to climax himself. His balls were now beginning to tense, starting to ache for release. He slowed his thrusts, he wanted to pump the lion full of his man-seed, but there was a nagging thought inside his skull telling him he shouldn’t do it, he wasn’t supposed to cum. He couldn’t remember why he wasn’t supposed to cum though. Whatever the reason was it was most likely stupid. He needed release as badly as this lion did. So he sped back up and let his orgasm exploded into the lion’s asshole, which in turn caused the lion to shoot his own seed, covering Zac’s hand and spraying the floor.
"Everyone, give our star a round of applause for the amazing show he just gave us," Hugh said clapping his hands along with the audience. The victory beep chimed and Zac vanished before he could even take his dick out of the lion.
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Chris had already been queasy before the teleportation, but when he reappeared on his feet, he couldn’t take it anymore. His extended, packed-full stomach refused to keep all the shit inside and he began vomiting it back up onto the floor underneath him. It tasted somehow twice has bad coming back up and caused the back of his throat to burn with stomach-acid. It felt like the vomiting was never going to cease, but when it did, he looked around and realized he’d just thrown up all over the floor of a bedroom, one with countless posters of WWE superstars and bikini-clad models on the walls. He knew this place instantly; he hadn’t been in here since he was a teenager. This had been sort of a second home for him, this was the bedroom of his best bud growing up, Jack.
“Brother, you’re really going to hate this task, but I’m going to enjoy it,” Scott said. Chris turned to see that his brother had materialized naked, sitting on Jack’s bed. His eyes went to Scott’s tantalizing cock which was at full mast.
“Sucking your dick will be easy,” Chris said coughing up some more shit.
“That’s not your task this time brother. Any minute now Jack will come in here and it will be your job to subdue and rape him, anally or orally, it’s your choice, either way you must top. And the rape must last either two minutes or until you cum. Got that big boy?”
Chris didn’t have time to really process those words, the doorknob to the room began to turn.
“Hello, is someone in there?” came Jack’s voice from the other side of the door before it swung open. Chris had to think, but he really didn’t have any time to. If he was going to do this and damn his soul, then he needed to do this right this instant. His soul was already damned, and the only way to set everything right was to do this evil. So, he sprinted and lunged before Jack had a moment to react, tackling his buddy to the hardwood floor.
“I’m sorry Jack, but there’s no other way, just be still and it won’t be so bad,” Chris said, holding Jack face down to the floor with one arm while he pulled down on the gym shorts that hugged Jack’s waist. Jack didn’t listen, he screamed up a storm. Chris assumed that no one would hear him because this was meant to be according to the designers of this game. It was a good thing he had to stay in such excellent shape for the Marvel films or this would have been a lot harder. It also helped that Jack was still a twig, like in high school with very little muscle.
The screams turned into begs and pleads and questions, and it literally brought a tear to Chris’s eye. Was he really this desperate to put another human being through such misery? When all this was over, he would find a way to make it up to Jack. Maybe this wasn’t even the real Jack? Maybe it was just a version of him conjured up by this game?
Chris now had the bottom half of Jack nude, his flat naked rear staring up at him. It would be best to get this done and over with as quickly as possible. The problem was that his cock wasn’t even close to half-staff. And doing this raw would make it rougher on the both of them. So, keeping a struggling Jack pinned down with one hand, Chris spat into his other and began getting his cock good and wet. It didn’t fix his erection status though. He was still so flaccid it wasn’t funny, raping another really wasn’t a turn on for him.
He looked over at his brother with his big, hard dick. He licked his lips imagining himself sucking that prick again. Why should he imagine though when his brother was right there? “Get over here,” he shouted to his brother, making sure his voice was louder than that of the cries of his soon to be victim. Scott peered at him unsure at first, but then jumped off the bed and got on his knees beside his big brother. Chris instantly maneuvered his head so that he could wrap his lips around that dick. It was just the thing the Hollywood star needed; his dick shot straight up as if it had been injected with adrenaline.
Chris quickly applied some more spit to his now raging hard cock and returned his lips to his brother’s cock. Slipping the head of his cock between the two flat mounds, he pistoned his hips which forced his cock into Jack’s tight anal entrance.
Chris placed his mental focus on the cock in his mouth and let his body naturally fucking Jack as if Jack was a girl. His cock went in and out of the warm, dirty hole causing pained cries from the victim, his friend. Chris tried to ignore that though and kept his attention on his brother’s cock, although it wasn’t on his body doing both at simultaneously. He began to lose track of time as began becoming more and more engrossed in his oral escapade. He nearly forgot what he was doing to his friend. He became so engrossed that he forgot to breathe.
Spitting out Scott’s cock, Chris inhaled oxygen like an asthmatic. He hadn’t minded choking on his brother’s cock, but it had gotten to the point he nearly had passed out. He was going to return to his oral activity, but his face was suddenly assaulted by large gobs of cum.
The victory beep chimed through the room, signaling his two minutes were up.
“You passed bro,” Scott said just before Chris dematerialized himself.
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When Zac reappeared, he found that everything was pitch black. More frightening though was that he was lying on his back and his body was paralyzed, the only thing he could control was the blinking of his eyes.
He quickly came to the realization that he wasn’t lying on anything actually, he was being held hovering over something, his limbs being pulled spread eagle by steel cuffs connected to what was probably steel chains.
A bright light clicked on and he was staring up at a gray ceiling. His ears took in the sounds of footsteps which were growing closer. What challenge was he going through now? Was he supposed to pull a Houdini or something?
“Hey there Kiddo, what we’re about to do just might be the hardest of all your challenges tonight,” Zac heard a voice say. He knew it immediately, it was The Rock, Dwayne Johnson, “you must endure a full three minutes of my torture before you can move on.”
Dwayne stepped into Zac’s line of sight. He was dressed up like a cross between a mad scientist and a doctor. He had a large needle in one hand and a bloody scalpel in the other.
“If you pass out, then the clock will reset to zero, got it. I’d ask you if you were ready dude, but you can’t answer me, so let’s begin.”
Zac’s head was propped up just enough from the iron cuff around his neck linked to a chain that ran up to the top of the wall, that he could see his groin. So, when he saw a huge needle heading for his ball sacs his eyes widened. They really widened when the needle was inserted into said balls.
“Oh, and Cohen thought you would like to know that your ‘Pain Pig’ change has been removed just for this section so you can really appreciate what’s being done to you,” Dwayne said as he took the scalpel and started making random cuts and incisions to Zac’s groin.
Time seemed to stretch on forever as Zac was left there being operated on and tortured. He never knew pain like this, never knew pain could be so intense. Dwayne had already removed one of his nipples, cut open his ball sac, injected him with numerous agents that caused a burning sensation in his veins, and flayed his flaccid cock. It was so gory that Zac couldn’t keep his eyes open. It was a miracle he hadn’t passed out yet. A log of shit appeared in his mouth and made its way down his throat on its own. That was an enjoyable distraction that helped distract for a short bit from the pain he was enduring.
Dwayne somehow managed to flip his body over so that he was now facing the floor, his ass straight up. The cuts, injections and pain was now being implemented into his ass. Zac heard a chainsaw and about died when he felt it cutting off both ass cheeks, leaving his asshole exposed to be tormented easier. Dwayne started by cutting it open wider.
Zac was pretty sure under normal circumstances he would be dead by this point. He was actually wishing he was dead at this point, he couldn’t take it anymore, and that’s when the victory beep chimed. The chains and shackles vanished and he fell to the floor, his body instantly mended as if nothing had ever been done to it.
“I knew you could do it,” Dwayne told him before he vanished again.
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Everything was dark when Chris rematerialized. His immediate thoughts were on his stomach, he felt like he was going to puke his guts out. He hated himself for what he had just done. He deserved to go to the electric chair.
Chris used the back of his hand to wipe the cum off his face. He loved sucking cock, he couldn’t deny that, but he wasn’t as thrilled about the reward oral sex got him, cum was ok when swallowed, but he had no use for it being on his skin.
Suddenly he was being blinded by fluorescent lights which switched on and began flashing. He realized he was standing behind his podium again, back on the set of the game show. Had he won? Wait a second, this wasn't the same game show. The set was different, and the host was certainly not Andy Cohen. It was that Joel McHale guy, who was wearing a suit similar to Cohen’s, only his had the ass and groin cut out so everything was visible.
"Welcome to the all-new Three Strikes and You’re Out. Today we have four contestants trying their hardest not to lose, because the three losers become extreme centipedes," Joel said to the audience. Chris was a little confused, was he on a whole new game show or was this part of the final round. He looked over and saw that he knew all three of his competitors, they were family, his father, his brother and his uncle.
"I would normally have our contestants introduce themselves, but Chris is short on time today, so here's the basic rules. I'm going to be asking questions to each of you individually. The first contestant to get four answers right wins today's shortened game. Our first question is to Scott. It's a pretty easy one too; what is the official scientific name for man's cum?"
"Semen of course," Scott replied almost immediately. A little green bar lit up on the front of his podium.
"Good job. We also would have accepted seminal fluid. Alright, continuing with you, what is the proper urinal etiquette for a gay bar?"
"You always take the urinal closest to another dude so you can check each other's junk. Everybody knows that."
"Correct again. You know I even do that in non-gay bars. You’re already half-way there Scott. So continuing with you, please tell us what the letters ABDL stand for?"
"ABDL obviously stands for Adult Baby, Diaper Lover."
"You are on fire. Should we assume you have some experience with that community?"
"Possibly."
"Alright, last question, this one might catch you up. In popular gay online fiction, the term pussyboy is used a lot. It can refer to two different types of guys though, what are they?"
"I love pussyboy stories. A pussyboy can be either a term used for a guy who is a big-time bottom and refers to his ass as his pussy, or a guy who is in all ways physically male except for the fact that he has a pussy instead of a dick."
"Of course that's correct. Now you just reached four correct answers, meaning that your fellow players much each answer four correct answers in a row in order to stay in the game or they will be out of the game. So next we're going to you, Chris. Your first question is an easy one. What does watersports mean?"
"Watersports is the act of playing with urine in a sexual way," Chris said, hoping he was right. He really didn't know much about the whole thing, and if it wasn't for some of the things that had happened so far on the main game show, he would really be clueless.
"Correct. Alright, now tell us what a golden shower is?"
Chris looked stumped; he didn't know this one at all meaning he was going to have to make some guesses. He was thinking it might have something to do with urine also, maybe it was when someone pissed on you, but that was what watersports was and would they really ask two piss-related questions in a row? It had to do with sex probably, and showers. Wait, that's probably it...
"A golden shower is the act of two men having sex in a shower."
"Sorry Chris, but that is outright wrong. A golden shower is the act of being pissed on by another dude. I'm sorry but it looks like you won’t be progressing any further in the game. Let’s see about your father and uncle though."
Chris's father was the next up to answer questions, and he managed to get his first one right also but blew it after that. He didn't seem to want to be here any more than Chris, and Chris’s uncle Terry seemed to want to be here the least. Scott was the only one who seemed to be loving this.
Terry refused to answer any question, he seemed to be convinced this was some dream and he wasn't going to cooperate with it. That meant that Scott was the winner.
"Now Scott, how about we see what becomes of our three strike-outs," McHale said. Scott walked over to stand by the host as the podiums vanished from in front of Chris, his Dad and Uncle Terry. The consequential transformation began instantly. They all three tried to fight against it, but it was useless. They found themselves falling to their hands and knees. Chris’s dad crawled over to Uncle Terry’s behind and the father found himself shoving his face into his brother’s ass. Uncle Terry’s already long dick then grew even longer, stretching backward and then upwards, inserting itself in Chris’s father’s belly button.
Chris found himself starting to crawl also. He couldn't stop himself as he neared his father’s behind. His mouth opened and pushed itself forwards, gluing itself around his dad's pucker, merging so it could never be separated. Then he felt it, his dad's dick pushed its way into his own belly button, which enlarged, becoming a which lead straight into his stomach. Anything that came out of his dad’s dick would be automatically digested by his system. And then to make it even worse, he could suddenly taste his ass, he seemed to have taste buds in his ass.
"Now we have an extreme human centipede, anything that enters Terry's mouth will eventually make its way out through Chris's dick or ass. I hope you like redigested shit Chris?" McHale said, bursting into laughter along with Scott.
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Zac was just about ready to have a glorious family orgy when he suddenly vanished and reappeared on the main stage again. He looked over and gasped when he saw Chris, or more like what had become of Chris. He was there on his hands and knees in some kind of extra-perverted human centipede thing.
"Well this was not the way I expected everything to go, but here we are, Zac has won by default, since Chris has become incapacitated and incapable of finishing the game. Well I guess I should say you would have won Zac, that is if you hadn't of came in that lion's ass. Now losers of this final round have to spin the wheel an additional two times, but before that, you both will become full-fledge slaves, since you are already a slave though Zac, we have decided that you will now be incapable of disobeying any male with a cock that is larger than your own. Don’t worry, you’re still Dylan’s property and his word trumps all others, this is just a little bonus. And you Chris, just because you are now a human centipede doesn't mean you are immune to punishment. All three of you are now technically one person, so you all three will be the slave, or in your case, pet. Scott will be your owner of course. Now how about we have Scott spin the wheel for the three of you."
It wasn't easy for Chris to see with most of his face in his father's ass, and how he was able to still breath he didn't know. But he could see as a collar appeared on his Uncle Terry's neck attached to a leash that went to Cohen’s hands. They were then walking, all three on their hands and knees with the host over to the wheel which was already being spun by Scott.
As the wheel spun around and around, Chris noticed he was starting to see more clearly, it was like he could see with his own eyes and his uncle’s eyes. The wheel was different, there seemed to be more wedges which were skinnier and most of the spaces were different, one saying One Man Pleasuring Machine, one saying Immortality and another saying New Race. The wheel didn't come to a stop on any of those though, it stopped on Cave Man's Dick. What that meant was any one's guess, but he was about to find out.
"Ah, Cave Man's Dick. You like big cocks don't you Scott?"
"I like fucking dudes that have big cocks."
"Good, watch what happens to the cock between your brother’s legs."
Chris couldn't see what was going on to his dick, but he could feel it. It was dangling down in flaccid state, but it felt like it was getting bigger and longer, and soon he could feel the tip of it touching the floor. It kept getting longer though, he could feel it growing and growing, draped upon the ground, it would now drag behind him every time they moved.
"Everyone knows Cavemen were bigger, and now that Chris's dick is nearly six-foot-long, it truly is caveman sized," Cohen said laughing. Scott laughed too and then took another spin of the wheel, which came to a stop on All Lubed Up.
"Oh, this change will be very beneficial to you Scott, whenever your human centipede gets horny their asses will produce natural lube that will make it easier to fuck the rear's asshole. You can also just command them to lube up if you want," Cohen said.
Chris wondered if all his other changes from the night were still in effect now that he was a human centipede thing. He thought about sucking his brother’s cock, and that was still a turn on, so it must still be, even though he technically couldn’t suck a cock anymore. His uncle could for him though.
Cohen turned to Zac. "Alright bud, it's your turn to spin this wheel."
Chris's jaw was starting to feel uncomfortable from being stuck open without any rest. To make matters worse, his father farted right into his mouth. His father vocalized a muffled, apology that was unable to be understood, but Chris could smell and taste it. This life he was now going to live was going to be hell.
Zac took the wheel and gave it a big spin. He was bummed that he hadn't won. Sure, it would have been nice to have won, but he was glad that Chris hadn’t won either. He had a feeling Chris might have reverted everything, and while Zac might have gotten rid of a few of his changes, overall, he didn’t want everything reverted. He certainly didn’t want to go back to his boring heterosexual self.
Zac watched the wheel go around and around, passing wedges that hadn’t been on the wheel before this final stage. He didn’t have to wait long to find out where it would stop, the pointer pointed directly at the words, Four Paws With Nowhere to Go.
“Look at that, Zac, you've now lost the ability to walk, from now on you can only craw as if you were a dog stuck in a human's body. Both of our grand losers tonight are now permanently stuck on their hands and knees. Who would have imagined that?”
Zac felt his feet go out from under him and he landed on his hands and knees, which felt far more natural than he thought it would. He looked up to see that Dylan was now standing beside him holding a leash, which he now noticed went to the collar he hadn’t noticed appeared around his neck.
Dylan stepped up to the wheel and gave it a spin for Zac who couldn’t reach it now. Zac was still hoping that the wheel would come to a stop on Immortality, but of course, it didn’t, it stopped on Talkin’ Like an Animal instead.
“Quite fitting I would say. Talkin’ Like an Animal, is pretty much exactly what it sounds like. You are incapable of using human words now Zac, any vocal noises you make now will come out like an animal’s cry, such as a cat’s meow, a dog's bark or a Lion’s roar.”
Zac was perplexed by this, if that was true he’d never be able to use his own words again. He went to ask Cohen if they could have a respin, but all that came out of his mouth was a Moo, which caused the audience to break into laughter. He tried saying something else and all that came out was Hee-Haw.
“Well that's the end of our show folks,” Cohen said turning to the main camera man. There was a bark from the left stage and Dodger came running back onto the stage heading straight for Chris. The audience applauded when it mounted its old owner.
“Thank you everyone here and those watching at home for joining us as we had the pleasure to transform and destroy your favorite Hollywood actors. Join us next week as we tackle on a new group of lucky contestants. But for now, I'm your host Andy Cohen and I'll see you next time!"
The credits began to roll as stagehands led the changed celebrities off the stage so that they could begin to live out the rest of their new lives.