Muscle Match Trials

By Abra Cadabra

Published on Nov 11, 2017

Gay

*** Jackpot ***

Inside the long building we could still see the court yard through the green windows. It was a lot less oppressive than being in one of the towers.

We four nipple ringed, tatted and otherwise humiliated muscle hunks walked along the hall. San was the only one still wearing a speedo. The rest of our semi boners were uncovered.

At the end of the great hall we found an altar with a single, big coin on it. The gold disk stood on its edge, so I could see both sides. One was a skull, one was a four leaved clover.

<This task is a break before the final challenge. A simple trial of luck. Take it or leave it. It's up to you.>

"Why should we?" San asked. "What do we get for tossing the coin?"

<Fail and you will be punished. Win and you will receive muscles. Go as often as you'd like.>

"Anyone?" I said.

Everybody hesitated. I looked around. The three boys next to me were mind-bogglingly sexy, but I wanted more. If I could be the biggest, most muscly, why not take the chance?

I tossed the coin.

It came up clover. The mass of a kilo added itself to my body and I was pretty much ready to shoot my load again. I wanted to keep growing.

"Fuck yeah," I mumbled. "Gimmi more."

This time it came up skull. A metal shard tore through my tongue. I stretched it out, at my reflection in the window and saw I had a tongue piercing.

I shrugged. "Whatever," I said past the metal with a little bit of difficulty. "We'll just take all those out later anyway."

<Oh, did I forget to mention? You'll find those piercings quite well attached. Which is to say, there's no getting rid of them.>

"Well that fucking sucks. But... I want more muscles.>

Unfortunately it was yet another skull.

"Fuck," I said as I felt my hair vanish. Each of us had a unique mohawk and mine was the kind that started and ended in a tip, thickening out in the middle of top of my head.

Feeling my ultra-smooth, sweaty skin where hair had just been was a reminder what forces I was gambling with. But I really wanted at least one more kilo out of this.

"Fucking fuck." That put me down to about 13cm hard (5''). I had said I didn't care, but I cared a little. My dick had to match my new body after all.

"Well, not giving up now."

Another fucking skull. Was one more kilo really worth it? A dick piercing shot itself through my dick head, making my tool bounce. Not the worst thing.

Finally I got my second clover and decided to give it a rest. I had done enough damage. But growing one more kilo still felt amazing.

My bravery was enough to give Doyun the necessary motivation. He took the coin from my hands, gave me a deep kiss for good luck, and tossed it high.

It landed on the altar, skull up. The boy got a neck tattoo of a chain, like mine and Adler's.

"Guess you're bad luck, Tao," he said with a grin and kissed San instead before tossing again. Another skull.

"Not dick length, please," he whispered and developed chain tattoos on arms and legs instead.

Doyun sighed. "Hey Adler, kiss me for good luck?"

"Um..."

Doyun simple leaned in and stole the kiss he wanted. He had gained extreme confidence since the start of these games. The next throw was a clover and the boy didn't want to go any further.

Adler pushed past us and grabbed the coin next. He exhaled strongly and threw it upward.

A clover. I got to see his backside as he expanded. Another clover. With fascination I watched his grow continue. The muscles and tendons on his back were extraordinarily lickable and pointed to a wonderful ass.

Clover again. He shrieked in joy as his dick grew. It wasn't as long as before but at least thicker.

The fourth clover. Amazing. With his third kilo from the game, Adler risked it one more time.

Then... another clover. I was beginning to wonder if the game was rigged. And to Adler's joy, his dick grew to its original length, now overall significantly girthier.

Then he tossed again and got... another fucking clover.

<This is getting silly,> said the disembodied voice. <That's what I get for letting you throw as often as you want with a fair coin. You're not really supposed to end up with a dick longer than before overall, but I guess my hands are ties for once.>

Adler flexed hard and with deep grunts as his erection grew a centimeter past what it had been at the start of the muscle match trials. The thickness was what really made him stand out, though.

I'd say he was about 17cm long (6.7''), but nearly coke-can-thick when hard.

He carelessly tossed again.

A skull got him a dick piercing. Suddenly the massive boy was a lot less enthusiastic about coin throws. But he tried one more time.

"Hey, it's skull but nothing happened."

All three of us chuckled when we saw what he didn't.

"Um," San made. "Maybe turn around?"

Adler looked into the window's reflection and saw his tramp stamp. "No! Shit! Fuck, no! I forgot that was an option. Fuck fuck fuck. This can't be real. This is too fucking faggy. Please, no."

San stepped up next. "Well, you boys got a nice range of skulls and clovers overall, right? Should be safe to use."

He tossed a few times, quickly. The results didn't even have time to set in before he was done.

Clover: 1kg.

Skull: tongue piercing, making him the last one to get it.

Skull: chains tattoos on forearms and calves.

After that came three clovers in a row, making him grow a total of 4kg (9 lbs). He looked so fucking hot with his speedo about to seeming burst from the mass increase even though he was extremely v-shaped with his hips still slim.

Then another skull. With San also sporting the neck chain tatt, we all looked like we belonged to a gang of sorts.

The short, but huge teen looked back and forth between the rest of us. "Hm, it's only fair..." he said and slipped out of his speedo.

With all of us nude, the near identical overall style was even more blatant.

A gate behind the altar swung open, leading to a corridor lit by flaming torches.

Our collars pulled us deeper into the castle.

Before we entered the keep, I saw runes on the stone doorframe leading from the corridor: Strength. Power. Stamina.


Note: I rolled the dice for what they'd get from their coin tosses. I'm glad they all got so many skulls. Not much left until they all have their target weights I set out to get them to. See you in the final chapter next time, the longest in the story.

Next: Chapter 8


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