The Fucker Games (closed)

[RawDog33]

What in the hell was I getting myself into?

Yeah, I mean, I had signed up for it and all.

The Fucker Games. Brought to you by pornhub. The concept was absurd, of course. But irresistible. Some thirty strangers, “normal” people, locked in a mansion vying for a million dollar prize. Not porn stars, but real, chaotic people. All you had to do was not orgasm.

All you had to do was not orgasm, in a porno house, with the eyes of the world watching your every move. The Fucker Games only ended when there was one person remaining who hadn’t cum yet.

Even when I got the email notification that I was a potential contestant, I didn’t think it would happen. I eagerly jumped through all the hoops, the physical, the STI tests, the interview, I never thought I would get selected for the Games.

And as I signed my rights away on the dotted line, until the Fucker Games’ conclusion, I still couldn’t believe it was happening.

“Anything goes,” I was told as I stood at the front door into Hugh Hefner’s old stomping grounds. The Playboy Mansion. A busty young blonde woman, whom I had seen in pornos before but couldn’t quite recall her name, took the clipboard. There was another young lady, this one a redhead, was wearing a “naughty nurse” outfit and pressed a small tubular device against my arm. It pinched for a moment.

The whole day had been a bit of a blur, honestly, but in that moment, part of the orientation meeting came back to me. That tiny little device that had just been injected into me would incapacitate me if I had an orgasm, and then I would lose and be out of the Fucker Games. I vaguely recalled something about what might happen after that, but as the door to the Playboy Mansion opened and I breathed in deeply, all that potential unpleasantness was forgotten.

My gaze wandered up and down the blonde’s body as she led me to my room. I already had a hard-on by the time we arrived at my room on the second floor. I looked around the room, and within a moment I heard a click and realized she had shut, and locked, the door on me.

The room was expansive, and featured a california king size bed, a refrigerator and little kitchenette area, my own bathroom, and a large TV on the wall. A countdown displayed prominently on the TV. Some nine and a half hours until the Fucker Games would begin.

Behind the countdown, pornography played. There were a variety of magazine to peruse. I smirked and wondered if any of the other contestants would lose before even opening their doors.

Naturally, I checked the food and drink situation in the refrigerator, and was pleasantly surprised to find it well stocked with my favorite beers, plenty of wine, and a good bit of food to snack on.

I discovered a treasure trove of sex toys in a drawer next to the bed, all of them still in their packaging. My mind went wild, as I started imaging the uses for all of them. After all, every girl I was able to get off was one less contestant, and put me closer to that big prize! Granted, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do about the other guys... I shuddered as part of me realized it could come down to that.

Anything goes

 

[zoelikesjam]

The fucker games. What on earth possessed me? The money, I thought. It was always down to money. I had signed away eagerly anticipating winning. I knew I could do so.

No orgasming. Easy. My ex, Charles was dominant, and as such had practised the art of orgasm denial on me. I had gotten quite good.

I had to do this. Money was my ultimate goal. My life was shit, and since separating from Charles my world had imploded. I was penniless, living on the streets, with only little amounts of food to eat and keep me alive.
I'd seen the posters, thought it would be a sure fire way to earn some cash.

I applied, managed to get through the red tape.

Now I was locked in a room, my arm stinging where they had placed a device. I looked eagerly in the kitchenette. Food!
I walked around the room with a plate ladened down with desperately needed sustenance. The sex toys I glanced over and felt my pussy twinge in anticipation.

What had I got myself involved in?

 

[RawDog33]

The countdown seemed to go excruciatingly slow, even as my anticipation grew. I took the time to clean myself up, with a shower and a fresh shave. I found clothing, all in my size, in a large walk-in closet. Everything inside was much nicer than anything I had ever owned, that was for sure! After all, I was just a construction worker. I pretty much lived in blue jeans and tee shirts.

I hung up the towel and dressed myself for comfort: silk boxers underneath loose thin cotton pants, and the obligatory pornhub tee shirt. The shirt was a bit tight, but when I looked in the mirror, I thought I looked pretty good. My six foot frame was pretty hard from fifteen years working construction, and I worked out enough when I could.

I grabbed myself some food and sat down on the bed, wondering how this thing would play out. There were thirty contestants, fifteen men and women, to start. Would they all just start pairing off right away? Would it turn into an orgy to begin things? I realized I needed a game plan.

I watched the timer tick down. Some five hours until the doors opened and we were released on each other.

 

[zoelikesjam]

The countdown flickered on the big television screen and I felt surprisingly calm. I had a while so I jumped into the shower, cleaned myself scrupulously. I scanned the clothes in the wardrobe and pulled out a gorgeous white dress.
Leafing through the drawers I found a beautiful lacy basque and matching thong, slipping them on they were beautiful. I felt amazing to be clean and wearing something so pretty.
I slid on the white dress and clipped on the badge that announced I was now part of the pornhub competition.

I opened the draw with the sex toys and grinned. They were extreme.

I could do this, I was sure. I just needed to think of a game plan.

 

[RawDog33]

I paced the room as I pondered my plan. I was getting antsy. Still a few hours to go yet. Worse, I kept getting a hard-on. It was like there was something in the air.

I discovered the remote control for the television. Curious, I pressed the button to change the channel, and to my surprise, the TV started talking to me!

“Welcome to the First Annual Fucker Games, Tommy,” it said, a sexy woman’s voice, of course. The timer shrank into the upper left corner and a woman appeared on screen. I raised an eyebrow and smirked. I immediately recognized her from videos I had seen on pornhub. Ashley Albans, a very busty brunette. She was wearing a pornhub tee shirt that exposed deep, pushed-up cleavage. She smiled. “Do you have any questions, Tommy?”

My eyes went wide as I quickly realized this wasn’t a video, but a live feed. “Uh, I’m not sure,” I stammered.

She nodded. “Well, you can talk to me anytime right here,” she said. “There are cameras everywhere. If you’d like to see the other Fuckers, just scroll through the channels on this television.”

“Really?” I was pleasantly surprised.

She nodded. “Yes. You can also take control of any of the small flying camera drones around the mansion on channels 40 through 50.”

“Wow, uh, okay,” I replied.

She moved a little closer to the camera then, offering me a deep view of her cleavage. “If you win the Fucker Games, in addition to the cash prize, you’ll get to make a movie with me.” She licked her lips. “And we’ll do a number of scenes equal to the number of other Fuckers you knock out of the Games.”

“What? Seriously?” I was utterly shocked. “That’s quite the incentive...”

She nodded in agreement. “Yes it is.”

“Does everyone get the same, uh, bonus?” I asked.

She shook her head. “All of you Fuckers have different incentives,” she explained. “On your application, you listed me as your favorite porn star.”

“Yes, I did,” I said. I could feel the blood rush to my loins, my dick stiffening against my upper thigh.

“Some Fuckers get extra money,” she explained. “Some get their wildest dreams made reality. It all depends on the Fucker, really. But you’re the only one that gets me.”

I smirked.

“Now why don’t you show me that big cock of yours...” Ashley said, and I was only too eager to comply...

 

[zoelikesjam]

Time was going slow. I hated waiting, for anything. I had no patience.
I looked at the clock timer again and sighed. Grabbing the remote control and another plate of food I sat on the edge of the bed. I started idly flicking through channels.

The welcome message had appeared, and I realised I was looking at the other contestants. I clicked on each one, moving on from one to the next. As each contestant came up, a little bio appeared. S few of them made my pulse rise, and my pussy twinge with anticipation.

When I landed on a male, a few years older than me. The archetypal tall, dark and handsome. Wow was he hot. He bore the pornhub t-shirt, and I could make out every ripple of muscle under the fabric.

I was ogling him. Blushing I turned the tele off and jumped up, going to look more in the sex toy drawer. Man did I want to play. Where was this coming from? I was so fucking horny.

Hell, the games couldn't come sooner.

 

[RawDog33]

“Mmm I hope you win, Tommy,” Ashley said, licking her lips once again. “That cock looks like it would stuff me so fucking good...”

I had to admit, she was getting me quite riled up. I could have easily blew my load right then and there for her, but then I would be the first loser of the Fucker Games!

And I was more determined than ever to win!

“You’re gonna get a lot of this cock,” I promised her with a smirk.

“Good,” she said. “Don’t jerk it too much, the Games haven’t even started yet!” I smirked and pulled my pants and boxers back up over my erection. “I suggest spending some time studying the other Fuckers. Have a gameplan and be prepared for anything! I’ll see you when you win baby...” Ashley said, before her feed faded away.

I nodded, and began scrolling through the channels, watching the live feeds of each of the other contestants, reading their profiles. Everyone was quite attractive, of course, in their own ways. A goth girl, a cheerleader, even a librarian. A firefighter, rock n roller, a nerd. Thirty of us in total. I supposed I was the “construction worker” of the competition.

The last profile I viewed was for Zoe, and I was stunned. She was gorgeous, in that white dress, her red hair cascading in curls down her back, her skin shimmering yet pale, her curves perfect in every way from head to toe. I loved women of many shapes and sizes, of course, but out of all the other girls in the Fucker Games, Zoe was far and away my ideal woman.

I took the time to peruse the abundance of sex toys at my disposal. Restraints, rope, and handcuffs would all come in quite handy. Vibrators, dildos, cock rings, butt plugs...

I needed a plan. Should I attempt to lure the women back to my room? Or should I arm myself with these toys and roam the halls in search of my prey?

Ten minutes remained on the countdown. I was beginning to get nervous.

 

[zoelikesjam]

2 minutes to go. I was terrified. What was my game plan? What would I do? I knew I could cope with the no orgasming, knew I could control it, but who and how would I be made to have sex? The anticipation was killing me.

1 minute. The doors would be opening any second. I wasn't ready. I could feel my body trembling slightly. Get a GRIP, I scolded myself.

Click. The door was open.

I took a deep breath, and ventured out into the hall