Interactive Story - The Humiliation Games - Part 38 (Patreon)

Part 38

To say the atmosphere in the room was tense was an understatement. While the gifts, power and influence that came from winning The Terror’s favour was immense, what weighed most heavily on the minds of Masters Ezekiel and Sebastian, as well as their companions from their magical houses, was the punishment awaiting the losing team. Unlike the earlier rounds of the Games, which allowed the infliction of misery on hapless Plebiciles, this was a punishment for THEM. There is little that stings more to those who inflict humiliation than becoming the recipient of it!

“Well let’s not keep you in suspense any longer,” Esteban announced as he returned to the stage. “After all, as much as I love the Games, it feels like we’ve been here for ages already!”

As he got a gentle titter from the audience, there was a quiet comment of, “Yeah, around four months!” from a member of House Reverus, causing his colleagues to laugh. The rest of the audience looked a little confused at their mirth, but the House that claimed the ability to ‘break the fourth wall’ had always been odd ones, even amongst the other Houses.

“Indeed,” Esteban said with a wry grin. “But now it’s time to announce the winner. Jeremiah, would you do the honours?”

As Esteban gestured to the back of the room, Jeremiah, the receptionist who was mostly just keen to end his shift and go home gave a gentle eye roll as he walked forward. He was carrying a golden envelope as he approached The Terror’s throne. An eerie silence filled the room as the young man approached the eldritch being. As he stood beside the magnificent throne, he called out loudly, “The winner of the two-hundred-and-forty-second Humiliation Games will receive the favour of the great one for the coming year and take the position as Lead of Magical Council. They will be showered with fame and good fortune and…” he paused, rolling his eyes as he shook his head and went on, “And a bunch of other good stuff. You know the drill by now!”

The audience gasped gently, but The Terror did not respond to the young man’s flippancy and there was a collective sigh.

“And the winning house is…” Jeremiah called out as he opened the envelope and pulled out the car inside, holding it for his master to see.

The anticipation in the room was palpable, not only for the actual outcome, but for the way it would be announced. Some said the voice of The Terror was what had spawned all magic in the world, others claimed when he opened his mouth hordes of Demons spilled forth, while others claimed hearing even the merest whisper was enough to drive a man to insanity. People tend to make shit up a lot, it seems!

Everyone in the room tensed as they saw The Terror’s eyes move to glance at the card and a moment later he opened his mouth and a sound like rumbling thunder spilled forth to announce, “House Trauxity!”

The Terror, already aglow with ethereal energy, burned even brighter for a moment before the energy within exploded outwards, flying out in every direction, his power on its way to gift the other members of Team Trauxity as several of the beams shot towards the stage and into Master Sebastian and his House Trauxity companions.

“No!” Master Ezekiel snarled as he watched the power flow into his opponent, but held back from expressing his anger and disappointment any more.

“Oh,” Master Sebastian said with a broad grin as he felt his magical strength growing, “Well isn’t this delightful!” He turned to face the audience and said humbly, “I thank you sincerely for your votes. Our victory is thanks to your decisions every bit as much as our ideas!” Next he turned to The Terror and said, “And to you, oh Great One, praise be unto you and we thank you for the gifts you have bestowed. We will use your power wisely!”

The Terror nodded, the only acknowledgement he had, or ever would, give any human, even a magical one.

“And to you, my Lords,” Master Sebastian stated, turning to look at his own Demonic Advisers, Dazallan of Cirramir, Buth’Taloz, Bringer of Ruin and Dave the Demon, “I thank you sincerely for your ideas, the use of your powers and the wonderful implementation of some truly delightful humiliations. As always, you have earned the hospitality of House Trauxity and favour of the Magical Council. I thank you for your services to the Games.”

The three Demons bowed politely to Master Sebastian as the audience burst into applause for their contributions.

“And to Lords Gokothon, Tharukan and Zorren, may I say it was a true delight to see both a true veteran of the Games as well as two promising additions to the line-up. You may have been selected by the losing team, but the Games can only succeed with strong opposition, and that you were. You too shall always have the hospitality of House Trauxity when required.”

A further round of applause followed as the three losing Demonic Advisers took a bow.

“And now, I believe that just leaves us with you,” Master Sebastian said as he smirked at Master Ezekiel and his companions. “You won’t be needing those!” he said, waving his hand.

As Master Sebastian’s hand waved, Master Ezekiel’s suit, along with the robes of his compatriots wafted away, as if turned to smoke and blown away by a gentle breeze. Ezekiel’s hands immediately clasped over his crotch. He was a handsome man, with his hair styled perfectly, his beard trimmed impeccably and a row of perfect pearly-white teeth. His body was also to be admired, sporting a ripped physique most men would covet, his chest covered in a layer of neatly-trimmed dark hair, his biceps bulging as he hands clasped frantically together to hide his shame. Strong, trunk-like legs bore the same dark hair as his chest and forearms, while a heavy trail ran down his navel and behind his hands where a slight hint of his bush protruded.

Behind Ezekiel, the other members of House Faularry were also covering up as the audience began to laugh and snigger at the group of naked men. They came in an array of shapes and sizes, some muscular, some overweight, some underweight, others distinctly average.

“We’ll be having none of that!” Sebastian said airily as he waved his hand again.

Ezekiel and his companions all found their arms forced away, making them stand fully on show to the chattering and laughing audience who now started eyeing up the range of penises now on show. Much like the rest of their bodies, they came in a range of sizes, all limp and flaccid for now.

“Now the way I see it, I could come up with a range of ways to punish you and the members of your house, but why would I do that when I already have such wonderful ideas from my wonderful advisers,” Sebastian explained. “If you wouldn’t mind helping me out here?” he asked as he looked round.

“Certainly,” Buth’Taloz smiled.

“Happy to,” Dazallan chuckled.

“It’ll be my pleasure!” Dave grinned.

“Lovely,” Sebastian said jovially. As he recited the humiliations he was offering, he pointed to the members of House Faularry who disappeared from the stage and appeared on screen enduring the ordeal. “For you, Dazallan’s suggestion for Grant Evans making you spend the day aroused without relief, just to have it lead to a truly embarrassing orgasm in front of your loved ones. And for you, Grant Evans’ other possible humiliation… enjoy having the people in your life find out exactly what you like looking at online when you pleasure yourself!”

The remaining (naked) members of House Faularry began to whisper nervously to each other. Now they knew what Sebastian was doing, they had an even greater sense of dread at the memory of the options not chosen.

“You get the pleasure of becoming famous, like Oscar Maynard, but don’t get too comfortable. We’re only doing it so we can watch your shameful downfall when your biggest sexual secrets get shared in the worldwide media,” Sebastian continued. “And you… enjoy your new acting career, short-lived as it will be when you go and get aroused on set!” Two more of them disappeared.

“For you, a slight change. We proposed do-gooder Eric experience misfortune any time he does something mean. You’re certainly no do-gooder, so instead you will have something embarrassing happen every time you use your powers… and you’ll have no memory of this curse and why it’s happening. Enjoy!” Sebastian continued to banish the losers. “This one’s just perfect. We planned to expose Eric’s more embarrassing sexual fetishes to the world. Thankfully, one look in your head shows you have just as many unusual inclinations. Enjoy coming out to your friends and family, you pervert!”

“Next, we planned to have Roger be discovered as a voyeur and punished for his perversions. Now that will be YOUR fate. You’re about to get caught spying… on a boys’ locker room in a High School. Good luck with that!” Sebastian laughed. “And you, well you get the delightful forfeit of becoming the target of a voyeur. Unfortunately for you, you’ll never be able to find or stop them, but every moment of your life will now be watched by others. Enjoy being on show for the rest of your life!”

Four men remained standing behind Ezekiel, who was doing his best to not look scared… and failing.

“You two aren’t going anywhere,” Sebastian smiled at the next two. “Our ideas for Ben Weston involved an audience and we have one right here,” he said, gesturing to the entranced crowd, who suddenly cheered. “Here,” he said as a doll of one of the men appeared in his hands, which he immediately tossed into the crowd, “Make him do whatever your like! And you,” he paused to look at the other man, “You’re going to realise you have a particular love of being sexually dominated… if I have any volunteers from the crowd?”

Several eager hands shot into the air so Sebastian waved them on stage to begin playing with the poor victim, while the man at his side was already being forced to pleasure himself thanks to the magic of the doll in the audience members hand.

“And you two,” Sebastian said to the last two men, “You can enjoy the other options for Kit Henry together. Exploring explicit sex toys and getting famous doing it… I think you two can go put on a sex show for the world to see!”

Ezekiel now stood alone. Well, mostly alone. Two other members of his House were engaged in unspeakable acts behind him with the dominant audience members.

“And now the Master of the House,” Sebastian said as he casually strolled over to Ezekiel. He placed a hand on the man’s neat beard, stroking it for a moment before letting his hand slide down his neck and onto the muscular chest. As his fingers grazed a nipple, he grinned as he saw movement below, “Why, Master Ezekiel… I do believe you’re enjoying this!”

Ezekiel’s face, already flushed from being forced to stand naked before his peers, reddened even more deeply. His cock had begun to swell at the other man’s touch. Being aroused by a man was not in itself shameful to him. Like most members of the great Houses, sexuality was a very open thing, with few labelling themselves and even fewer judging anyone for their proclivities. What made it shameful was the person causing it. Ezekiel had never been shy about his distaste for what he called a ‘soft-hearted’ approach to leadership that Sebastian employed. To be getting turned on by the man he despised was infuriating.

“That’s not me,” Ezekiel insisted. “You’re making it happen!”

“Yes, by touching you!” Sebastian said loudly, sniggering along with the amused crowd.

“That’s… that’s…. not what I meant!” Ezekiel stuttered, flustered by his growing arousal.

“Oh, you like having me in charge, it seems,” Sebastian taunted. “Ezekiel, could this mean… are you a sub? Big scary Master Ezekiel is a submissive little man, is he?”

“No!” Ezekiel objected.

“I think maybe we need to make you look the part a little more!” Sebastian said as he pulled his hand away. “Whadda you think? Should we make him look like the sub he clearly wants to be?” he asked the crowd, who cheered their support. Even those who had voted for Ezekiel to win had turned on him now, all of them just enjoying the live show of humiliation.

Sebastian rubbed his hands together for a moment, then reached forward to place them on Ezekiel’s chest. As he pulled them away, there were two perfect hand-shaped patches of smooth skin on the other man’s chest.

“No, don’t, come on,” Ezekiel pleaded as the audience cheered for it to continue.

“Are you saying you’d have gone easy on me if you’d won?” Sebastian asked with a smirk.

Ezekiel scowled and muttered, “Fuck you!”

Sebastian leaned in and whispered in the other man’s ear, “Quite the opposite, actually!” He sniggered as he pulled back and saw the horrified look on Ezekiel’s face. Reaching out again, he placed his hands back on the muscular chest, then started stroking them around. They left a trail of hairlessness, Ezekiel’s body hair vanishing with the touch.

The audience continued to chant and cheer for both Ezekiel and the two members of his House still enduring their own forfeits as the others played out on screen.

Sebastian continued moving his hands around, exploring every inch of Ezekiel’s body as he stood there helplessly. Chest, stomach, arms, legs, crotch, armpits, ever inch of him had even the slightest trace of hair removed. He took a step back to look at the man, still bulky but now looking quite different bereft of hair. “Now let’s really add to the look!” Sebastian said as he reached out once more.

The audience went wild as they watched Sebastian work, this time leaving something behind as his hands moved across the body – tattoos! ‘Faggot’ appeared across his pubis, ‘Cock sucker’ emblazoned his chest, ‘I lose the Humiliation Games’ down one arm. On and on it went until the helpless man was covered in insults and slurs.

“Nearly there!” Sebastian said with a smile. He gave another gesture and this time a range of equipment appeared, coming in like a puff of smoke before setting on him, much the opposite to the effect that had taken his clothes. Now he stood adorned with a gold ring piercing each nipple, a heavy collar padlocked around his neck, restraints on each wrist and ankle and a chastity device containing his now-shrunken cock. “Much better. Clearly dressed for the role you were meant to play, but before we finish, these games are always about choice, so I’ll offer you one, Ezekiel. Your first option is to kneel here on this stage and let every person and Demon present who wants a go at you to fuck your subby little brains out…”

“No!” Ezekiel objected urgently.

“Or… you can endure ALL of the ideas suggested by YOUR team that didn’t get taken. There’s twelve of them in total!” Sebastian said with a wicked grin.

Ezekiel stared, panting heavily in fear and anticipation.

“So, what’s it to be?” Sebastian asked teasingly.

“The… the first one,” Ezekiel muttered quietly.

Sebastian moved in close and said firmly, “If you want the first one, you gotta ask for it… properly and loudly!”

“Come on,” Ezekiel whined, but the expression on Sebastian’s face made it clear he meant it. He sighed as he said, “Fine!” Looking out to the audience, he resigned himself to his fate and called out, “I want to get fucked by everyone here who wants to fuck me!”

“Wonderful!” Sebastian said happily. “Couple hundred guys here… I’d say you’re in for a LONG night, sub Zekey… that’s your name now by the way!” Addressing the crowd, he called out, “You heard him, you wanna go at the Master of House Faularry, then form and orderly queue!”

As Ezekiel dropped to his knees, shoved by Sebastian, he braced himself as the first of many fuckers approached him. How could ha have fallen so low? He was so confident he would win the games… but there was always next year!

“Thank you everyone,” Sebastian called out. “And let’s have one final cheer to sub Zekey and House Faularry… the literal fucking losers of the two-hundred-and-forty-second Humiliation Games… see you next year!”

THE END

Thank you all for your votes, comments and support throughout this story. I hope you enjoyed it. I know it was a bit different from some of my other stuff and it was fun to explore new and unusual things. As always, I welcome all thoughts, both positive and negative (but please keep the negative stuff constructive - if it's shit, tell me why!!) 

As mentioned recently, I have no current plans to start a new interactive story as my time commitments have changed and I can no longer fit it in, but there will still be other stories and bonus content exclusive to my patrons coming soon, including a seven part Kingswood story coming in a couple of weeks.

Thanks again

Matt