The Gameshow
Warning: M/m smell fetish and Lewd material ahead including A lot of CBT, sweat, size Difference, hairy guy, squashing, eproctophilia (fart fetish), Coprophilia (scat), foot fetish, facesitting, gay interaction and unaware torture, read at your own risk.
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Tyler was the kindest kid one could ever meet, he got along with pretty much everyone and always tried his best to help others, well… with anything he could. The boy was born with a rare disease which made him stop growing very early in life. At the age of 14, Tyler barely even reached the 4 feet (1,2 m) mark. Not only that but he was as thin as a twig, having only 64 lb (29 kg) of mass in his body.
Due to the teen’s condition, he never grew very close to his father, Drew. The man was the complete opposite of his son. Reaching over 7 feet (2,15m) and weighing a scale-breaking 500 pounds (227kg), he was the true definition of an ogre. The man loved his son, but their differences were beyond physical. Drew spent his nights watching football and game shows on the tv, while Tyler was more of a nerdy type of guy who was always reading a new book or spending some time on the internet.
Still, as was the boy's nature, he always tried to spend some quality time with his dad.
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The day was excruciatingly hot as the teen got home from school, sweat was dripping from his forehead as soon as he left the air-conditioned school bus. He was distracted by the heat when he heard a very loud “Holy fuck!” coming from the living room. In a rush, Tyler ran in there, just to find Drew standing up, only in his wet boxers, with his eyes glued to the tv, and the biggest smile the teen had ever seen. Noticing that his dad was fine, probably just celebrating the victory of his team in some match or something, Tyler relaxed.
T: “Jesus dad, you scared me! I thought we were being robbed.”
D: “Oh sorry, kid. I’m just ecstatic. My favorite game show is coming to our town! I can finally watch it from the audience, it will be amazing!”
Tyler didn't share Drew's enthusiasm. In fact, he was paying more attention to the fat man’s body, dripping with sweat. Still, he could understand that it was a big moment for his father, so he couldn’t help but be happy for him.
T: “That’s great dad! Why don't you try to participate in the competition? I bet it would feel even better than just watching it.”
D: “Yeah, I wish. But it’s a game for two. The contestants must know each other and compete in a bunch of games to get some cash, whoever of the two earns the most money during the show keeps it.”
The teen had to admit, the game seemed pretty interesting. He thought of being Drew's partner, that would surely make his father happier. Not to mention that one of them would earn some money just by having fun. So it was a win-win situation in Tyler's mind.
T: “That’s not a problem, I can be your partner. It could be a great bonding experience for us.”
D: “Are you sure?! That would be amazing! Thank you so much, Tyler!”
The tiny boy smiled seeing his father jumping from joy, just like a child that was about to go to Disneyland. At that moment he couldn't have guessed that he had made the worst choice of his life.
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The youngster felt very nervous as he got to the backstages, it all felt very strange. His dad had to give the crew fake ids since both participants had to be older than 21, they had to sign a huge contract saying that they were participating in the show of their own volition, and a great majority of the audience were composed of fat dudes (just like Drew).
D: “I can’t believe we’re gonna be on tv!”
Seeing how happy his father was, made Tyler relax a bit. Right on time either, because as soon as he did a crew member came to take them to their positions. As they still had 5 minutes till the beginning of the show, the teen took this time to examine his surroundings.
The stage looked somewhat normal, the boy was impressed to see so many cameras and lights, but in general the atmosphere was exactly what you would expect from a tv game show. The most amazing thing for Tyler was seeing the sparkles around his dad’s eyes. But he couldn’t help to notice another extremely fat man in a suit on the other side of the stage. From the man’s attire, he could only assume the guy was the host of the show. He just couldn’t figure out why everyone in the set was so overweight.
Tyler got back to himself as the countdown started, not having much of a choice other than wait and hear the host.
3,2,1.
H: “Hello, my name is Hector Forte, and I welcome you all to The Wheel of Pain! A game all about luck, as the players will suffer or make someone suffer on their behalf! You probably know the rules already but let's repeat them for our contestants…”
As the host made a very professional presentation the boy began to get nervous again, the name of the show wasn't very encouraging, and knowing that the game revolved around "suffering" made him quite uneasy.
H: “It’s all very simple, you spin The Wheel of Pain and no matter what challenge you get from it, you will have to do it. If you do a good enough job you get the amount of money corresponding to the challenge, if you fail you get nothing. The game is over when one of the two players gives up by paying the give up fee equivalent to one thousand dollars, and after that, the competitor with the most money remaining takes it home!”
One thousand dollars?! Tyler was quite anxious at that point, they were stuck in this game until one of them won that much money!? As he looked at his father he saw the man was still smiling and waving to the cameras. He was very surprised that that was his dad’s favorite game show.
---------------------------------------------------------Game 1--------------------------------------------------------
H: “Ok, now it's finally time to play! So, onto the first challenge! Drew it’s your turn to spin the wheel!”
As his son wasn’t in his best state of mind, Drew happily walked to the wheel and spun it. The crowd, who were clapping until now, went silent with tension as the challenge was being decided by fate. When the wheel stopped at ‘massage’ the host rapidly took the cue to explain the challenge.
H: “Oh boy, this is a good one! Drew, your challenge here is to give an ashiatsu massage to your partner…”
‘Was that it?’ Tyler thought. His father would just have to give him a massage and they would get some money? When he heard that, he felt relieved, and was even a bit ashamed of his overreaction from before.
H: “... However, as our most avid watchers know already, Ashiatsu is a very particular style of massage, where the masseuse stands on the ‘clients’ back and uses their feet together with their weight to relieve the client’s muscular tension.”
Upon hearing the rest of the explanation the boy froze in place. He couldn’t bear with all of his father’s weight, he doubted he could even lift a leg from him. Surely his dad wouldn’t do it…
D: “I’ll do it!”
When Drew made his decision the spectators went wild, the difference in size between the participants was colossal, so they were very excited to see what was going to happen.
Meanwhile, Tyler only left his fear trance as a crew member easily lifted him off the ground and forcefully laid him, face down, on a massage bed. Not long after, he could hear the heavy steps of his giant father approaching between the cheers of the crowd.
Without another word, Drew put his left foot on the middle of his son’s back and in a second he climbed the bed putting all his weight on Tyler’s spine. As he did so the bed and the teen cracked loudly, just not as loud as the boy’s agonized screams.
As Tyler suffered immensely, he could hear every person in the studio laughing, he could swear even his father was chuckling. He didn’t have time to think much of it though, as his dad moved his weight to his right foot that was positioned over Tyler’s upper back. The weight change made some blood gush out of the boy’s mouth, but still, everybody seemed to love it.
For the next 20 minutes after that, Drew kept walking on his tiny son’s back, basically making sure every bone in Tyler’s torso was broken by the end of the ‘massage’. After that, when the kid couldn’t even scream anymore, the host declared the end of the challenge.
H: “Well done to you Drew, it was certainly very funny seeing you trampling your much smaller partner. Hahaha!”
D: “It was a fun game! I hope he didn't get hurt so bad though.”
As Tyler laid on a pool of sweat and blood, he felt shocked with the ignorance of his father. Did Drew really think that it was ok to do that? The innocence in the giant's voice made it clear that he didn’t know the amount of suffering he had inflicted on his son.
H: “Well, nothing personal but I hope he did, hahaha! Anyway, congratulations, you got five hundred dollars for the challenge.”
As the enormous competitor was cheering, the teen couldn’t even believe they weren’t done yet. That was only half of the amount they needed to end the game. Slowly getting up from the bed, the boy suffered in silence as he prepared for his turn to play.
---------------------------------------------------------Game 2--------------------------------------------------------
H: “All right everybody, the first round was a success! Now we’re heading into Tyler's turn!”
Not having much of a choice, Tyler just continued with the game. Giving the wheel a very weak spin as he could barely move after the massage.
H: “ ‘Five stars feet massage’! I think I see a pattern in today’s challenges! …”
The teen still tried to be optimistic as the challenge came up. Following the logic from the previous game, he would probably just have to massage his father’s feet. Sure that it would be disgusting, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as what he went through.
H: “This is a nasty one! Two days ago we gathered 10 random volunteers from a local gym and asked them not to wash their feet until the show. In this challenge, Tyler's goal is to give them a foot massage using only his face and mouth! But beware, if 3 of them decide his performance is not a five star performance, he fails and doesn't get the money!”
That outcome was considerably worse than what the boy had anticipated, but still how bad could the feet of some gym rats be?
The crowd cheered seeing the volunteers getting on the stage, all of them still in their gym clothes, drenched in sweat. As the muscular men took off their sneakers, horror washed over Tyler's face. Their sockless feet were in a disgraceful state, covered in sock lint, visible chunks of toe jam rested between each toe and the unholy stench filled the room in seconds.
Again, the only thing that got the teen out of his trance-like state was the stage assistant roughly guiding him to his mark, where he knelt. His face was inches away from the first revolting foot. The smell was far worse than anything he'd expected, it felt like every hair in Tyler’s nose was on fire, yet he could still hear his father cheering him on.
So without much thinking the kid took a deep breath, accidentally taking more of the foot stench, and started rubbing his face onto the volunteer’s foot as best as he could.
Tyler didn’t know how much time he had to spend on each foot, so he held his breath for as long as he could, and while he could hear the crowd still cheering, he kept going. At some point he had to breathe, and as he inhaled deeply, most of the air that entered the boy’s lungs were the foot funk which he was trying to avoid, proving that his method was not very efficient.
After 5 minutes spent on each foot of the first volunteer, the teen was dizzy from the smell alone, but finally the host interrupted the challenge.
H: “ So Bruce, tell me. Was it a five star massage for you?”
B: “Not at all, Hector! The boy was holding his breath for most of the time, and he didn’t use his tongue once. I expected him to clean every dirt particle on my feet!”
H: “Well, that is a shame… 9 more pairs of feet to go and you only have one more strike left, Tyler. I would up my game if I were you!”
Tyler was speechless, having that sweaty man’s foot stench stuck to his face was bad enough. Now if he really didn’t want it all to go to waste he would have to actively sniff and lick the next 18 feet.
The teen didn’t have a choice, he moved to the next guy and wasting no time started lapping up his foot. Starting from the heel, up to that gym bro’s toes, Tyler never felt more disgusted. With each lick he could feel a thin layer of grime coating his tongue. It was all so gross that the kid had to use all his mental strength not to throw up.
The boy had barely finished half of that foot and he already had to swallow a mouthful of dirt and sock lint. But the worst part by far was the toe jam. The bitter taste together with the ungodly smell made Tyler really want to give up and go brush his teeth for hours, but he didn’t have the money to do so.
As he finished the first foot, the teen felt exhausted. His mouth was putrid and his stomach was half full from foot dirt, but he still had more than 8 pairs of feet to go through.
The abhorrent task was taking much more time than the last challenge, Tyler was licking feet in auto pilot. He only got back to himself when he heard the sixth guy say that his massage was not satisfactory. The man justified his decision by saying that having his feet licked felt 'weird'. Tyler was pissed, how could he know that one of the volunteers wouldn't want his feet licked? But he couldn't do anything about it, he still had 8 more feet to 'massage' and he couldn't do a bad job on any of them. Even feeling full just from the toe jam, and exhausted, he continued to lick.
It took a total of 2 hours for the boy to finish his task. The seventh, eighth and ninth volunteers were all satisfied with their massages, it all depended on the response of the last guy at that moment.
H: “ So, tell me Jared. Was the massage good enough for you?”
J: “I don’t know, I could feel that the little man was giving his all on the task. But I had to wait almost two hours for him to get to me, not to mention his tongue felt dry and very dirty under my feet. I guess I’ll have to say I’m not satisfied.”
H: “Welp! That is a shame, it seems that Tyler was out of luck, he doesn’t get any money for this challenge!”
Tyler spirit was broken, of course his tongue was dry and disgusting, he had to lick 20 feet without a rest. If he had any energy left, he would get up and yell at ‘Jared’. But as soon as he heard that all his suffering was for nothing, he collapsed in exhaustion. He could hear the audience laughing at him, only his father's voice could be heard cursing under his breath for his son's ‘bad luck’.
---------------------------------------------------------Game 3--------------------------------------------------------
H: “Drew! With your partner’s failure in the last round, you’re ahead by five hundred dollars, so give us a spin to see if you can increase this advantage!”
As the boy slowly got back to his spot, still trying to swallow all the toe-jam from between his teeth, Drew wasted no time, he walked straight to the wheel and spun it.
H: “ ‘Time to relax’! Oh boy, you are a very lucky contestant! For this challenge, Drew will get naked and will just have to relax sitting on a couch…”
Tyler felt happy that his father had gotten an 'easy challenge'. Even if he had to get naked on television, that wasn’t nearly as bad as what the teen suffered in the last two rounds. But he was skeptical, at that point he didn't believe the show could be that simple. And he was right.
H: “However, It seems like our couch isn’t very comfortable, so you will have to use your partner's face as a cushion! And this is a special challenge, the longer you relax… and the more farts you release, the more money you'll earn.”
The teen was mad. Once again he would have to suffer for a challenge that wasn’t even his, he couldn’t withstand his father’s weight again and… did Hector say farts?
Before Tyler could even react, as his dad was already taking his clothes off, the same crew member from before lifted the boy off the ground and forcefully laid him on the couch. But this time he wasn’t just going to accept his fate without trying to complain.
T: “Wait a sec-”
Squash!
Tyler didn’t think his father would be so eager to sit on his face. As soon as he opened his mouth, Drew’s sweaty ass came crashing down onto him, just like a meteor. In result, the teen had a literal mouthful of hairy man’s butt shoved into his mouth open.
The boy thought the feet from the last game were stinky, but this whole experience was somehow ten times worse. Not to mention that the man was grinding on his son’s face under him, trying to get comfortable, which only ended up making Tyler's head slide deeper into his crack. By the time Drew was satisfied with his positioning, the boy was so deep that his nose was touching his dad’s asshole.
For the teen that was the worst game of the three, it didn’t hurt as much as the first, but the trauma of being under the naked butt of his own father and the unholy stench of sweat and old shit made the choice very easy for him. But suddenly, it got worse.
FFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!
The boy tried to squirm as much as he could from under Drew, which served just to make the audience laugh at his flailing body. As he inhaled the putrid point blank fart, Tyler remembered what the host said. ‘... the longer you relax and the more farts you release, the more money you'll earn.’ It was going to be hell on earth for him, if his dad wasn’t going to hold himself.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!
PPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!
SSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!
Drew didn’t give five seconds between farts for his son to breathe, he wanted to do as best as he could on the show. So he was farting non-stop as Tyler's contorted body struggled under him. The nauseating expulsions vibrated the kid’s whole head, and as the tip of his nose was entering his dad’s anus, he absorbed every ounce of the unholy smell.
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SSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT!!!
A whole hour had passed, and the boy didn’t have the strength to squirm anymore, this game had broken him in a very personal way. Drew’s farts were getting wetter by the second, making his son’s face get completely coated by butt juice and sweat. Not to mention the stench only got worse, it could probably knock out a hippo at that point, it was a miracle Tyler didn’t just drop dead.
D: “I think I’ll get up now, all this farting is making me want to take a shit, and I don’t want to poop all over my so- I mean, my partner’s face.”
H: “ You don’t? I think that would be hilarious. But it’s your call, you already made six hundred dollars from this challenge alone.”
SPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!
Drew stayed true to his word, with one last fart, he got up revealing his destroyed son laying motionless in a pool of butt sweat and oily fluids. As everybody was cheering his ‘partner’s’ success, Tyler tried to breathe ‘fresh’ air and regain his strength to continue with his torture.
---------------------------------------------------------Game 4--------------------------------------------------------
H: “All right boys, I have to say, you two are probably the best guests we’ve ever had on this show! Seeing Tyler get screwed over every round is A-MA-ZING!”
The audience clapped agreeing with the host’s statement, only Tyler didn’t like all that was happening. His nose was still a little brown from the last challenge, not to mention that his back would probably never fully recover from the first one. In fact, ‘didn’t like’ was an understatement, he hated it, he was very mad at everyone for taking pleasure out of his misery. How could somebody enjoy seeing others suffer that much?
H: “But sadly, since Drew got 1100 dollars in total, I have to warn him that he can now spend one thousand of it to end the game. Would you like to do that, Drew?”
The teen sighed in relief, on the inside he was ecstatic, but his physical state at the moment didn’t exactly allow him to jump from joy. They could finally end this whole ordeal and go home, he even forgot he was angry a second earlier.
D: “Of course not, Hector! We’re having so much fun!”
Tyler couldn’t believe in what he heard, his father really thought that he was having fun in this torture show. Staring incredulously at Drew’s ignorant face, the boy saw that if he wanted to leave the game, he would have to be the one to win the thousand dollars.
H: “That is some fantastic news! So, let's not waste any more time. Onto the next game we go!”
The teenager walked defeated to the wheel, he would have to endure a couple more rounds before he could pay the ‘give up fee’, so he spun the wheel and braced himself for the next challenge.
H: “ ‘Last meal’! Oh boy, what perfect timing! Hahaha!”
Tyler looked confused at the host laughing his ass off. He knew it would be as terrible as the games before, but the man looked much happier with this one.
D: “Oh no Tyler! I’m sorry in advance…”
The kid didn’t know what his dad was talking about, he could only guess he got an awful challenge. As Tyler was nervously sweating, Hector recomposed himself and prepared to explain the rules.
H: “... Jesus, you’re one unlucky guy! Well, the game is simple, our lovely stage assistant will lock your mouth open with a ring-gag, then he'll tie you down completely so you won't be able to move. Finally Drew will have to take his clothes off, line his anus to your open mouth and fart ten times on your tongue, you’ll have to guess what his last meal was only by the taste of his gas!”
While the crowd cheered, Tyler went completely pale. This game was beyond sick, who would be sick enough to want to watch a fat man fart in a little boy’s mouth…
H: “... and Drew, if I remember correctly, you said you wanted to stop the last game because you wanted to take a shit...”
Upon realizing that Drew would probably shit in the teen’s mouth midway through the challenge, the audience went crazy. People were laughing, clapping and cheering. Meanwhile, Tyler was having a full on panic attack, he couldn’t keep going with this. The show was inhumane.
The trauma from the last game came back to him as he saw Drew getting naked again, frozen from fear, the teen could only watch as he almost passed out from his nerves alone. He had to think fast if he didn’t want to eat his own dad’s shit, there should be a way out.
In his desperation, the boy remembered something. He had eaten with his father before coming to the show… he knew what Drew's last meal was! With a thin beam of hope, he was ready to answer the challenge question. However, just as the boy opened his mouth to say it, the ‘lovely’ crew member that had made his life hell for the past hours, shoved the ring-gag into the kid’s mouth and tied it behind his head.
Tyler’s eyes went wide with the sudden intrusion, he was basically muted. As he vainly tugged against the leather around his face, the stage assistant quickly tied his legs together, and with a singular push, took the boy to the ground.
As the teen recovered from the fall, he got on his knees just to have the familiar sight of his dad’s hairy ass in front of him once again.
Squish!
With a wet sound, Tyler had his head pushed deep inside Drew’s crack. He was ready to pull himself out of that nasty butt, but before he could, he heard the ‘click’ of the lock of another contraption binding him to his dad’s unholy behind.
The boy felt his hands being tied behind his back, and in a desperate decision he tried to scream. As a result, his tongue spasmed against his dad’s shit covered anus, making the man moan lightly. The contrast between the desperate cries of one of the participants and the embarrassed groan of the other, entertained the audience in an incomprehensible way.
The fat man was red with shame, he had just moaned out loud from having his son caressing his bulging anus with his tongue, he was also confused with why the boy did that. But with a second wet slap on his backdoor, Drew left his trance, and seeing the crew member signaling him that everything was ready, he proceeded with the game.
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As he released his first fart, the man felt Tyler’s tongue go crazy on his ass. Trying to think logically, as he held his pleasure, Drew came to the conclusion that his son was enjoying what was happening. Seeing the boy trying to give him a rimjob made him immediately feel relieved, he was happy to learn that he wasn't the only one taking pleasure from this incestuous act.
Meanwhile, the boy was in his own personal version of hell. The first expulsion had already coated the inside of his mouth in butt juice. The thick oil was so disgusting, that it made Tyler scream even more. It didn’t matter to him that his tongue was touching his father's asshole, the taste in his mouth was much worse than the pulsating anus he was lapping. All that the teen wanted was to be freed and to answer the question.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRTTTTTT!
Drew knew how bad his gas could be, and that particular shart felt terrible. It was much wetter and hotter than any other fart he released in probably a year. He could certainly kill someone with the stench alone, so there was no way his son would like that… However, he could feel the boy’s tongue
tirelessly caressing his hole.
D: “Oh Tyler, you should have told me you liked this kind of stuff.”
The man spoke under his breath, as if to tell a secret to his victim. In his turn, Tyler was so deep in his father’s fat ass that he couldn’t hear a thing. His lips were vacuum sealed around the enormous anus of his unaware torturer, his complete attention was focused on the splashes of diarrhea that exploded into his mouth. That was by far the worst moment of his life.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrttttttttttttt…
The third fart started even wetter than the last, and it finished with a torrent of shit flooding the youngster’s mouth. Thinking his son was as into that bizarre interaction as much as him, Drew didn’t even try to stop his flow.
Tyler’s eyes went to the back of his head. The abhorrent taste in his mouth was too much for him, and the waste from his father didn’t stop for a second. It pumped out of Drew just like a fire hose, it was so fast it pushed itself through the teens throat, fighting the puke that came up Tyler’s digestive sistem.
As the audience saw the smaller participant’s body convulsing in agony, they began to cheer as loud as they could. It was unbelievable that not a single soul tried to help the poor boy.
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FFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!
H: “Ok, and with that, Tyler swallowed ten farts… Well, much more than that, but the farts are what matters for the game. hahaha.”
The teen had given up fighting by the fifth ‘fart’, his body wasn’t even squirming anymore. He had swallowed much more than a meal's worth of shit. His stomach was bulging as it was already full of foot dirt before the challenge. As soon as he got released from his face bindings, he fell limp on the ground only saying one last thing before passing out.
T: “ Five… super sized burritos… from the Mexican place… behind the studio.”
As soon as the kid finished his sentence, his conscience left his body, as did the gallons of waste while he vomited in his sleep.
---------------------------------------------------------Game 5--------------------------------------------------------
Opening his eyes, Tyler could see he was facing the audience. His memory was a bit foggy as if to protect him from the past trauma. But the taste in his mouth was unforgettable. Even if he brushed his teeth for an entire month, he wouldn’t be able to get rid of the feeling of his dad’s waste in his mouth.
H: “Oh, you are finally awake! Now I can explain your partner’s challenge.”
As Hector spoke, the boy got confused, why did he need to be awake for his father’s challenge. He was about to ask it out loud, but he noticed he couldn’t, there was another type of gag in his mouth. In fact, he was still completely tied.
H: “Drew got the ‘test of might’! Another special game, he will have to punch his partners balls as hard as he can and as many times as he can! The amount of money he receives is proportional to the damage he inflicts on Tyler’s balls!”
The teen was actually astonished, there was no way that show was real. The only thing keeping him from thinking he was stuck in a nightmare, was the disgusting taste in his mouth.
D: “Ok Tyler, you got to have your fun last game, now you’ll have to work hard for our money, ok?”
Tyler couldn’t believe the words of his father. What fun did he have last game? Wasn’t he the only one ‘working hard’ for the money? Not to mention that wasn’t even his challenge!
D: “All right, here we go!”
SMASH!!!
Drew was a 500 pound giant, he could probably tear a wall down with his bare hands if he wanted, and it seemed he wasn’t holding back on this game. The first punch made most of the audience flinch. Even if they loved to see Tyler suffering, they couldn’t help their male instincts.
In his turn, the boy shuddered as soon as he felt the impact. His eyes became white immediately, and if it wasn't for the gag probably the whole town would’ve heard his scream.
Tyler probably wouldn’t be able to have kids after that…
CRUNCH!!!
…definitely.
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After a good two hours, Drew was sweating profusely from punching his son’s balls alone, so he decided that was enough of that challenge.
During his torture, the boy passed out 5 times, vomited in his mouth twice (renewing the taste of shit), and pissed himself almost ten times. By the end of it, Tyler’s both testicles were destroyed making his last pants wetting a little more redder than normal.
H: “Jesus Drew, I never thought I would feel bad for a guest… I still don’t, but I’m impressed! Hahaha. Congratulations, you’ve got one thousand dollars from this game! Bringing you to a total of two thousand and one hundred dollars!”
As the fat man jumped from joy, his son passed out again while being untied by the infamous stage assistant.
---------------------------------------------------------Game 6--------------------------------------------------------
Tyler was almost relieved he woke up untied. He was still stuck in that hellish game, had his balls absolutely crushed, and still could taste shit in his mouth… But at least he wasn’t bound waiting for another bullshit game that gave money only to his dumb father.
Limping to the wheel, the boy was silent. He had no joy in his heart as he spun the wheel.
H: “ ‘Test of luck’! Ok Tyler, this is a very forgiving game. You will be presented with five mysterious cups, one of them contains water, the rest of them contains… other liquids provided to us by our incredible audience. You will have to choose a cup, and drink everything in it, and we will repeat this process until you get the water two times in a row! So, this game could take only two rounds, or it could go on for a very long time, it depends on your luck.”
In Tyler's opinion, that was the first challenge that actually sounded like a game, even if he didn’t trust his luck. He imagined that what was inside those cups couldn’t be worse than his dad’s hot waste. But knowing this show, it would still be something disgusting.
He didn’t have much time to think about it either as the stage assistant came to him carrying a tray with 5 cups, all in different colors. The boy didn’t waste any time trying to figure out the game, he grabbed the red cup and opened its lid, practically praying to be just filled with water.
It looked like water in there, there was just a lot of foam over it. So feeling lucky, Tyler simply took a sip... Immediately it felt terrible in his mouth, the liquid was much slimier than water, and it tasted like someone had just burped in his mouth.
H: “Not a good start, Tyler, you got the saliva cup!”
The teen almost spat it out as he heard what he was drinking, the only thing that kept him going was the fact that he knew he would lose the money from this round if he did that. He threw his head back, and slowly swallowed everything as if his life depended on it, he had had worse that day.
Not 30 seconds after drinking someone's actual spit, Tyler could see the crew member coming to the stage with another round of liquids. Following the same strategy, the boy didn’t hesitate, he just grabbed the red cup and opened its lid. Once again, it looked like water, this time a little less foamy.
Closing his eyes, the boy tried to drink it a little faster so as not to be as disgusted. It didn’t work as the strange liquid tasted awful. It was like he was drinking salty, warm water.
H: “Oh boy, two strikes! Tyler, you are drinking from the sweat cup.”
As the audience giggled from his misfortune, the teen audibly gagged. But once more, he powered through the challenge and drank the whole cup.
As he finished it, Tyler was breathing through his mouth. Drinking disgusting things didn’t get any easier, even if he had to swallow literally poop in a past challenge.
Still going for the red, the boy didn’t even look this time, just downed the drink as fast as he could. For a second, he thought it was the sweat cup again, but a much bitter taste assaulted his tongue making him shiver.
H: “You are one unlucky guy. That is the piss cup!”
Tyler was in the middle of gulping it down as he heard the host. Upon discovering the liquid was someone’s urine, his throat immediately closed. For a full minute, the boy just stood there with a mouth full of piss, trembling, as he tried to convince his body to continue with the torment. Unlike the meal challenge, this time he could resist, he was able to spit it out, but if he did, he would lose the challenge. With that in mind, he swallowed.
At that point, the teen had already drunk more than a litter of different bodily fluids. This time he hesitated a bit, but seeing no other choice, he grabbed the red cup. Just like the last round, he tried to down it. However, as soon as he filled his mouth, Tyler actually vomited back into the cup. It was a very familiar taste to him.
H: “Ha ha ha! Fucking hell, boy! That is the diarrhea cup!”
The teen went pale, looking down in the cup, together with his puke, it was actually filled with a brown sludge that smelled like hell. It looked even nastier than Drew’s shit.
H: “Well, you know the rules, you have to drink everything from the cup. And now that you’ve added your new special ingredient, this one will be awful to you!”
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By the end of the game, the teen was panting heavily, it took more than twenty rounds for him to drink the water twice in a row. He puked three more times in the process, obviously avoiding the cup so as not to repeat his mistake. He felt dizzy, pale, sweaty and disgusted. Still, he had to ‘willingly’ drink too much secretions and excretions from random people.
H: “Finally boy! I was beginning to think you would never find the right cups. Well… congratulations anyway, you’ve got five hundred dollars from the game! Giving you a total of one thousand and five hundred dollars!”
The audience clapped, as Tyler got his prize and contemplated the ungodly torture he went through. Before he could get deeper in his thoughts, Drew poked him to get his attention.
D: “It was a bad decision going for the red cup so many times in a row, they never put the water in that one.”
The teen stared horrified at his father’s oblivious expression. That man knew the secrets of that game and didn’t even tell him! The boy had suffered so much more from his dad’s ignorance.
Tyler couldn’t bring himself to argue with Drew, even if he wanted to actually yell at him at that point. But breathing deeply to try to control his rage, the teen said nothing, just returned to his thoughts… And then he noticed.
T: “Wait… Hector, did you say one thousand and five hundred dollars?”
H: “Yeah! You got one thousand from ‘The last meal’ challenge and five hundred from this one. You probably didn’t hear your total before because you passed out.”
The teen was speechless, he could have quitted the show two games before? He got his balls destroyed and drank gallons of nasty liquids for nothing?
‘I give up!’ Were his last words before falling to his knees crying as the audience booed his decision.
Tyler was finally free.
~end~