The Manliest Man 2: Game over
| Turn Start | Previous Turn | Bonus | Last Game |
Epilogue – After the Game
The board game was tucked away now.
No more glowing dice. No more mysterious cards. Just four men — forever changed — building lives shaped by the roles they’d been given… and the desires they’d discovered.
Zack grunted as he twisted the last pipe into place under a bathroom sink.
His thick arms bulged under the short sleeves of his navy work shirt, and the waistband of his pants tugged low as he bent over — his infamous plumber crack making a proud appearance as always.
“All done, ma’am,” he said with a friendly smile, brushing his hands clean on a rag.
He no longer carried the swagger of a quarterback — but what he had now was deeper. He was dependable. Obedient. Content.
After work, he came home to a small house near the edge of town.
Waiting for him at the door was Ty, puffing a cigar in his cop uniform, arms crossed, belly proud, gun on his hip.
“You're late,” Ty growled, mock-serious.
Zack lowered his eyes playfully and mumbled,
They lived together now. In love. Proud. Complete.
Ty had become a force in the community. Known for his deep voice, dominant presence, and no-nonsense attitude, he patrolled the streets with confidence — and filled out his black uniform like a brick wall.
At home, he was the one in control.
He loved Zack fully — not despite his submissiveness, but because of it. Their balance was perfect. He protected. Zack obeyed. And they both thrived.
Logan stood on the starting block, speedo tight on his lean, twinky frame.
The crowd cheered. His coach shouted instructions. But all Logan focused on was the feel of the water ahead of him — cool, clean, inviting.
He dove in with perfect form, slicing through the pool with grace and precision.
He was light, fast, and beautiful in motion. He’d never imagined being this version of himself — but he loved it now.
And in the stands, watching with pride, was his boyfriend:
Alex wore a blue and white college singlet, thighs thick as tree trunks, arms crossed as he sat in the bleachers. After his own match earlier in the day, he’d rushed to Logan’s swim meet to support him.
They were different in every way — Alex, huge and powerful; Logan, slim and seductive — but they balanced each other. Their love was playful, confident, and deep.
And when Logan climbed out of the pool, water dripping down his twinkish frame, Alex pulled him in for a public kiss, unapologetic and proud.
Reunion – Back at the House
From time to time, the four of them met up — usually at Zack and Ty’s house.
They shared meals. Told stories. Laughed. Loved.
And sometimes — on quiet nights — they’d sit around the same coffee table where the game once sat. But now, it held simple things:
A deck of cards. A board game box with cartoon dice. Snacks. Drinks.
“No magic this time,” Alex joked as he rolled the dice.
“Damn shame,” Ty said with a smirk, stretching an arm around Zack’s shoulder.
Zack chuckled and leaned into him.
“I think we’ve had enough magic for a lifetime,” Logan said, smiling softly at Alex.
The End.
(Or… until the next group finds the game.) 🎲
izzy806
jacobvanloon
ellievsbear
jbbartram-illu
origamiaround
blakekathryn
pixelskylines
kianamaiart
