The Game (coll muscle theft cock loss)
The older members of the fraternity had played the game before and some had even lost playing it. A few were still waiting for the effects to go away or at least get back some of what they lost so they could be close to normal again. It would be those members who had already lost that would benefit the most from the new pledges. If they won a round and one of the pledges lost, well, then the winner transferred a fraction of their loses way back when they played this game a year ago. If the old losers were good enough, they just might be able to get back up to but never above 90% of what they originally lost the first time. But for some of the former losers like Steve Highland that could be a significant gain.
The game was simple and as old as the frat house was, over 150 years old. It had been considered the hardest of the initiation rituals even though it was a card game played with cards that were handmade 150 years ago and still looked almost brand new. How or why the first game was ever played in the first place, or even why they still play the game had long ago blurred to the point of being a household urban legend. But that was where the legend stayed and that was inside the house.
The game must be played in order to join the fraternity, that was the rule, and it was also the last test to be taken. So if one were going to play this last game, one should already physically, mentally, and above all sexually superior to all of the ones who didn't get this far. They would not be frat brothers but if one played this game out to its completion, he were in, even if he lost every turn. The only way to lose was to quit the game. So far that had happened only twice before in its long history of being played.
Another part of the legend helped keep guys from quitting and that was the legend that the two guys that did quit, one in 1927, and the other in 1963 had both committed suicide only months after they quit the game and the fraternity. Why they did it was still unknown or at least if the reasons for their taking their lives was known, it wasn't told to the pledges. So no matter what happened the others all played joined and eventually benefited from this fraternity, 98% of the guys from this fraternity went on to become very powerful and very rich, more than an incentive to stick this last test out to its conclusion.
"All right men, this is the last day of your initiation. If you don't quit, you're in! So I would suggest you don't quit! All right?" Daniel said as he led the five pledges that had beaten out twenty others for these coveted spots and to participate in the final initiation rights of this fraternity. Daniel took them down the hall and stopped at a door that had been a mystery for the guys since the week began. In here, one would become Phi Delta Zahns. "Now's your first chance to just walk away and quit," Dan said as other frat brothers began to gather behind the five and waited in the long and rather wide hallway of richly paneled walls and thick, tall wooden doors. No one quit. The other guys were ecstatic; they all cheered excitedly especially Steve Highland. He was so happy that he congratulated all five of them personally, something Todd Landrews, one of the better-built bigger pledges, found a bit on the odd side.
Todd wondered how this skinny tall motherfucker even passed the physical test they all went through to get here. Todd shook his hand thinking there was little chance that these two guys were ever going to be close friends even in this frat house.
Todd wasn't the type of guy who hung out with nerds and Steve was pretty damn nerdy looking to him. He even had a high-pitched voice that was actually irritating to listen to if he talked too much. To Todd, Steve sounded like a girl.
Todd wasn't alone in the fact that they wondered how some of last year's pledges ever got this far and were now full-time members. It was a mystery to them, and they all had at one time or another commented on how weird this whole group of guys was as far as the hierarchy went.
Todd had picked up on a few key things but they all could have been just coincidental so he blew off his theory or at least kept it to himself. He noticed that the newer the frat brother, the smaller or well frailer they appeared to be, but not all of them intermixed here, and there were big strong looking guys as confident and out going as any of the four other guys and himself were. The thing that freaked him out was why there wasn't a house full of superstar athletes here? The initiations were the hardest on the campus physically and one had to be an athlete to be even considered in the first place. Who were all these wimps? Were the rules different last year? That had to be the answer; it just had to be.
Dan opened the door and gave the older members an evil back-up-and-give-these-guys-some-room look, and the whole of them let the pledges go in and start down the wide spiraled staircase that hugged a richly paneled and two-story high wall. Far below them was where the last game was to be played.
They all walked down the well lit, round staircase that hugged the outer wall. It was the old steel type but was in great shape and even the wrought iron handrails were in great shape. At the bottom were five doors spread equally apart from one another. None touched the other one. They were as lavishly done as the stairways round room was.
The older frat members all stayed on the staircase as the five guys and Dan all went to the bottom floor and moved and stood in the center of the thirty-foot diameter two-story deep room.
"Through one of these five doors is your last test. We call it simply 'The Game.' There are five rooms here. It's up to you guys to pick a leader and for that leader to pick one of these rooms for each of the others under him, saving the last room for himself. The rooms are numbered as you can see by these antique door numbers. It's rumored that these numbers were door numbers on the Titanic so call Royal hall where these five rooms numbers graced the only five rooms where only the richest of the rich and the most elite of the elite ever graced the rooms with these numbers on them," Dan said and then smiled again. "Here are some tips guys. It's always best to go over the stats taken during the last four days before today and pick the strongest of the five of you as the leader," Dan said as he walked around and took in each guy as he passed him as if he had been making his choice as he went along. "I have all of your stats right gentlemen and I'm going to read them off one at a time for each of the five of
you to consider as you make your decision. You can NOT VOTE FOR YOURSELF!!" Dan laughed. "Can't have five winners standing here now, can we? Remember, this it just a test, and you're all already members if you don't quit."
"I'll start with Todd W. Landrews the third." Dan said patting the tall hunky stud's broad shoulder and cocking his eyebrow up as he read the part about him being the third Todd, a family of doofuses Dan thought as he smiled to himself in a condescending way. "Oh very nice Todd. There are three of you!" The room exploded into laughter at Todd, who went red with embarrassment and then took a defensive stand against the laughter and stood there proudly. "Hmm... Let's see. Todd is 22 years old, kind of a late starter, eh Todd?" More laughter. "He is 6'3" and--OH!--a half it says here. OK, kind of childish there, I'd say Todd." More laughter from the older and even the newer pledges as well. Todd just threw him an evil glare as Dan went on. Dan saw it, taking the glare into his mind and noting he did it. "OK, it says you weigh 225 lbs. Judging from what I can see standing here in front of me and these by far better scores than any of these guys got, I'd say your pretty much all muscles, and business," Dan said
also noting he was extremely good looking in his face as well. (Not out loud of course. That he kept to himself.) Todd was dark complexioned from shirtless days at the beach and showing off more then just his body. One of the tests was a weird one. All the guys had to pass and that was a length of your cock test. Dan saw his impressive score of 11.75 erect and smiled. He kept it to himself but smiled nonetheless.
"You would have been my choice Todd but I'm not making that choice, and besides, there are some very good challengers right here also." After describing each and everyone of the good looking, well muscled and equally blessed young men. The decision would have to be made as to who would pick their fates for them. "Gentlemen, you must vote NOW! Make your vote!" Dan said and backed away.
An eerie silence fell over the entire stairwell. Todd looked up into the faces of the twenty other guys including Dan, who lined the stairway in a spiral half way back up the wall all of them with a good view of the five pledges in the middle of this grand round room.
Todd was the biggest of the guys, and he figured he would be the one picked to pick the doors for the others and then himself.
"So what do I do?" Todd asked looking at the other guys who voted him in almost unanimously.
"Pick a room and point at it. Then pick one of these guys and it's his," Dan said nonchalantly.
Todd sighed and said, "All right Bob. Door number five." Todd spun to Clay and said, "Clay, door number three. Then Dave, door Four. And Andy, door number two." Todd took as the leader does almost ninety nine percent of the time and choose door number one as his.
Dan led each of the guys into the room that was chosen for him. He took Todd into his room last as was the tradition for the start of the game. Dan told each of the guys to stand under the doorway's entranceways as the other guys all filed down into the round room, and each of them went to a specific door and stood there looking. No scoping out the guy that would be joining them in the room. Todd's group of four guys had Dan in it. The other guys included Steve, the guy whose voice he hated, and one other even weaker looking geek and one rather nice looking guy who looked rather apprehensive to having to do this, and Dan, who wasn't even close to a challenge to either him or the other strong guy. What was he afraid of the guy was a shoe-in for second place if this was a strength contest. Todd figured he himself would win.
Each of the rooms had five guys in the room: One pledge and one guy from all the consecutive years on up to their senior classmates of which Dan was Todd's eldest and surprisingly the muscle stud was the second oldest member of the room. Dan waved the others into their rooms and came back into door number one and came over to Todd and ushered him towards the center of the big half-pie-shaped room with the back wall curved as the walls of the hallway were. Todd thought as he came closer to the ornately hand carved game table, it was a card table you could tell that. There in the middle of it was a genuinely original Tiffany lamp, fifty thousand dollars worth of lighting kept in a closed, locked-up, two-story deep room to light a single table in the center of a rather barren room. Money seemed to be no problem for this group of fraternity brothers, Todd thought as he was directed towards a chair. There was a deck of cards in front of the chair he was to sit at.
"Take a seat Todd and shuffle that deck for us please," Dan said the others all sat down at different chairs while Todd shuffled the thick deck of oversized cards.
"How many do I give each of us?" Todd said to Dan who at the moment was anxiously rubbing his hands together like he was really looking forward to this game. The other guy who was about Todd's size didn't seem to be as anxious as the others were. He even looked a bit paler in color than he had earlier. Todd wondered why he seemed to be actually afraid of what was next while the others seemed to be looking forward to this game.
Todd wanted to turn one of the cards over to see what it was, but he didn't. He wasn't told to look so he didn't bother. He was pretty sure by the number of cards in the deck that it wasn't a poker game they were going to play. There were over 52 cards, but it wasn't a doubled-up deck either because there weren't 104 cards either so it wasn't a standard deck of cards they were going to be using.
"Ten each, but don't deal yours till after we each have ten first. Then you take ten cards," Dan said and waited for him to deal out the cards. No one looked at their cards at all till he was done giving himself ten cards, and then the guys all anxiously picked up theirs and looked at them. Dan waved at Todd and shook his head no when he went to pick his up. "NO, NO, NO...You can't look at yours Todd," Dan said as he looked at his and then a smile like he had won the lottery came over his face. It was obvious he never played poker and bluffed a hand before. He could tell whatever game they were playing the cards Dan had gotten were very good. "All right Todd, turn over your first card so we all can see it and read what's on it out loud for us."
Todd raised his eyebrows up in a semi-happy, semi-confused way. They were very expressive and looked cute on him as he did it. His deep dimples said the rest as he finally smiled and turned the card over and read it real quick to himself before he read it out loud.
"Ahh, it says," Todd laughed and then went on. "it says how long was my best sexual experience before I was satisfied." Todd sat there with a permanent smile affixed to his face as he contemplated this game.
"I don't know what that means... I-I mean, do they want to know how long I go or how many times I cum during sex, because I can do it three, four times in a night dude!" Todd boasted with an air of confidence that said what he said was all true.
The table of guys all laughed at the response and then Dan said, "It means how long do you go before you come the first time Todd." He smiled at the young proud stud and shook his head as if in understanding to his obviously good question.
"Ahh... Ten, fifteen minutes!" Todd said going red thinking that sounded awfully quick to him too, but in reality it was even quicker than that. In truth, he had never gone a full ten minutes with a girl before cumming.
The group all smiled and grinned at him. Dan was shaking his head at the same time. Todd didn't know what to really think about that.
"I'm sorry. Is that the way this game is played?" Todd said shrugging his massive strong shoulders.
"Yeah, that's the way it's played Todd. Now Lance, it's your turn. Go ahead and pick a response for the young pledge. Lance was the other big guy there, and he seemed to be real careful as to which card he was going to pick from his hand. Todd just put his hands behind his head elbows facing outward and grasped his fingers together behind his head an swung the swivel-based chair from side to side with his powerful legs as he sat there and waited to see what was next.
Lance looked him over and dropped a card to the table's surface face down and said simply, "Challenge! It's less time." Lance spoke out in a voice that surprised the hell out of Todd. It was so high-pitched and a feminine that he was taken back by the very sound of it coming from such a big guy as he was. Then he dropped his card still face down so Todd didn't know what it said.
"Lance has challenged your boast Todd. Now it's up to you. Do you stand by what you've said as being the truth or would you rather recant it and not take the card dealt out by Lance. Or stand by it and take the card only if you're wrong, or have lied," Dan said.
Todd looked at him like he was fucking crazy or something. How the hell are they going to know if he was lying or something? He wasn't connected to a lie detector or anything, and fifteen minute wasn't that big of a boast when it came to duration so he said. "I'll stick with my first answer. THANKS!" Todd said sarcastically.
The whole time Todd felt like he had lied to them, and he had of course, but why should that matter they had but his word for it.
Just as he finished his sentence the light on the table dimmed, and the room grew dark till no one could see anyone in the room. Then as quickly it brightened back up.
"What the fuck was that!" Todd said his heart racing a bit too much for him to really like.
"You lied Todd!" Dan said as he began to arrange his hand this card there, and that card over here next to that one and so forth. They all were doing it as if in response to the fact that he had indeed lied.
"I didn't!" Todd said slamming his hand to the tabletop to divert the attention back to him and to convince them he at least believed his own lie even if it Dan didn't.
"No, you lied, Todd. The lamp never lies. It, unlike you, can't lie or make things up. Now take the card and read the challenge on it," Dan said. The others were all smiles now including Lance who actually seemed relieved that he had lied.
Todd sighed a pissed off sigh and read the challenge to himself and then shook his head. It was too freaky. "OK? This is a freak show of a game, I swear to God. I know I should just quit this game right now, but I'm not going to. You know why guys?" Todd asked eyeing all of these freaks out with a confidence in his eyes.
"Tell us please Todd. We're waiting," Lance said in the same high-pitched almost feminine tone as he had before.
Todd just shook his head and grimaced as if the sound of Lance's voice was almost too much to take.
"Whatever, girly boy! Because this is the stupidest game I think I've ever played, and it's harmless, and I want to be in this frat house. By the way, don't be making any midnight calls to my room either, girly boy!' Todd threw in as an intended insult to the sound of Lance's high-pitched voice.
"All right. Here goes! It says give an inch for every minute over and a few octaves for the overall lie!" Todd placed the card down, and the lights again went dim. Todd was freaking out at the way the lights seemed to be so well-timed for every move he made, but he soon figured that with the kind of money these guys had to play with this wasn't too hard a thing for them to pull off.
"What the fuck!" Todd said loudly in the darkened room. He could feel his crotch was burning as well like the seat cushion had jumped up several degrees or something. He could feel his cock sweating and it felt like it was moving on its own in his tight jeans crotch. At first he felt it harden to a full-fledged erection stretching the very fabric of his painted on jeans to the max. He could feel all 11.75 inches of it as it tried to become twelve and almost made it. It hurt like hell; it got so hard. Todd was glad the lights were out again. That could have been very embarrassing for him if they saw his monster package as he felt it.
Then much to his own curiosity, it shrank back down some even though it did seem to be still just as hard as it was. It definitely was shrinking in length and width. He could feel it finding more room in his jeans, and creeping centimeter by centimeter, it slipped though his hands under the tight fabric till it felt pathetic in size to him. It just kept moving back up his thigh as he sat there. Soon he was feeling it with both hands to confirm the loss to it physically.
'WHAT THE FUCK!!!" Todd said his voice cracked and now it was a few octaves higher then it was before. Todd's cock gave up 7 inches inches of its length and half of its circumference. His proud once very impressive 11.75, 5.5 inch in diameter cock was now only a below average 4.75 inches fully erect, not very impressive anymore. It was quite a bit to give up all at once like he had just done. He could feel it had happened, and by the time the lights came on he was breathing very laboriously and scared to death at the same time.
Todd immediately looked down to see for himself what he knew he had felt happen to him. He was shocked at what he saw. He wasn't only shorter; it barely showed at all, and he had actually come in his jeans as well. He now knew why this was considered the hardest part of the initiations.
"WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF GAME IS THIS!!" Todd screamed, his voice sounded all wrong, and he was so frustrated that he was almost crying. He didn't want to play this game anymore. He just wanted his old size back, and his deeper voice too!! Hell, he just wanted to quit this stupid game!
"Look... look... I don't kn-*cough cough*!!" Todd was trying to clear his voice to get it back to its old deep bass tone, but he couldn't clear his throat. There wasn't any blockage to clear. This was his new voice.
"I want my size back, and I want to quit this stupid game!" Todd said sounding almost childish at his now higher tenor voice he now had. He slumped back in his chair and tried to rub his pants dry of the load of cum he knew they all saw he deposited in his tight jeans.
Dan smiled at him and shook his head. His eyes were kind and understanding looking like he had been here before with other guys who had played this game. He, of course, had been here before. This was his fifth and last chance to get back at least some of what this game had taken from him over the last four years.
"I wouldn't if I were you Todd. What's gone is gone if you quit now," Dan said as he too twisted in his seat as Lance was now doing as he gained over half of what had been taken from Todd.
"Thank you Todd!" Lance said in a voice that was now actually deeper than Todd's was right now. Lance was also playing with his new 3.5 inches he received in the trade of lies as well. For the first time in two years Lance could feel his own cock as small as it still was. At only 5 inches, it was a vast improvement over what he had left over from last year's bad deal. Now at least he had back some of his original size that he had lost oh so long ago. (Three years ago, Lance had a full foot long dong.)
Todd was flipping out. "This is bogus! This was bullshit!" Todd protested as he tried to get up and leave the room only to find he wasn't able to get up at all.
Dan looked at him and smiled. "You're all right guy. The game's just begun, and you can still get what you've lost back, OK!" Dan said as he got up freely and walked behind Todd and rubbed and massaged his now super-tensed out shoulders and upper back. Todd did indeed feel impressive to Dan. He loved the feeling of all these taut muscles tight and wired to the max, like his once were almost five years ago now. Todd represented his last chance at being at least near as big as he was before, and he wasn't going to let his chance of getting some back. He wasn't going to let him quit this early into the game. "SIT BACK! Relax and take in a breath of air, Todd." Dan said as he kneaded Todd's shoulders and felt him relax a bit and then sigh and start to breath more normally again.
Todd felt spent and tired and really confused and frightened. He didn't really know what to do about all of this, and he'd only been in the room a half an hour now. He reached up and forcefully pushed Dan's hands away and glared at the others and then at Dan as he sat back down and readjusted his hand of cards.
"How do I get my shit back!!!" Todd said not yelling, but not in a friendly tone either. Todd figured he would do whatever they said to get back what he had lost and leave this freak show as fast as he could and never look back. Todd was fuming mad at the sound of his own voice. He hated sounding so high-pitched, so much more girl-like than even Lance sounded now. Although he wasn't at Lance's old level or high a voice, he wasn't too far behind either. This sucks, he thought as he looked angrily at all of them. They knew this was going to happen to him. They fucking planned for it to happen! BASTARDS!!!
The angry thoughts cruised through his head as they all discarded a card and then looked at him to make the next move.
"Your turn again Todd," Dan said as he motioned for him to flip the next card and read it out loud.
"Wh-what... kind of a game is this?" Todd asked meekly, still frustrated and angry as hell.
"Just turn a card over and read it," Dan said knowing he was more than apprehensive this time around.
Todd flipped the card and read it again first to himself again noting that even in his head his voice for some reason seemed higher to him. He snorted angrily out his nostrils at the thought. Todd read the card and began to shake his head. He was pissed.
"This is bullshit!" Todd said as he sat there and just shook his head in utter disbelief over what the card said.
"Read it Todd!" Dan said waiting as he tapped his fingers impatiently on the old tabletop.
"This is fucked up!! And you guys are a bunch of FAGS!!!" Todd said as he looked down at the card and read it once more to himself. He sighed and read it out loud. Right now he sounded like a girl, and he wanted his voice and his dick's old size back so he began to read it out loud.
"Would you," Todd gulped, "suck one of these guy's dicks to get back that that is yours to begin with." Todd read it almost in a defeated tone and then shook his head. His bangs came down and covered his eyes enough to hide the fact that they were red from his near tears forming in them now.
Then defiantly he blurted, "NO!! NO FUCKING WAY!!!" Todd was so pissed that he slammed the card down as hard as he could on the tabletop the force of which was felt by every elbow that rested on the table. " NO!!! That's my fucking answer! NOW GIVE ME BACK MY VOICE!!!!" Todd said pissed as hell by their bullshit.
"CHALLENGE!!" An excited squeaky very feminine voice screamed out breaking Todd's concentration and causing him to jump back a bit. It was Steve Highland, the super skinny tall guy with the really annoying voice. Todd just shook his head. This time he knew he wasn't lying even a little bit. He figured so he didn't have to worry about the card the tall skinny fag placed on the table face down again.
"Challenge away faggot!" Todd said hating the how the word faggot sounded in his new voice. Todd sounded like a queer when he said it. Dan looked over and repeated verbatim the rules of the drawing of the challenge card again. Todd was confident this time though he wasn't going to suck one of these guy's dick to get his voice or his cock back. He'd just kick their asses to get them back .
The lights dimmed again though, and Todd was was fucking pissed. "This is fucking BULLSHIT!" Todd said in the dark room. The lights came back on slowly again and all the guys were staring at Todd.
"The lamp cannot lie. Todd," Dan said as he pointed to the card for Todd to pick it up and read it.
"This is bullshit!" Todd said again as he angrily picked up the card and gave Steve a glare from hell. Todd let out an exasperated deep sigh that had just a hint of his old voices sound to it, and he began to read it.
"Hold the weight for fifteen straight or lose the weight of it times eight." Todd read it slowly again and then looked up to the guys. One of them was gone; it was Steve. He wandered back up behind Todd and touched a dumbbell against his back.
Todd swung around and was ready to knock the guy flat on his skinny ass. Dan stopped him fast and calmed the situation down quick. "This is your chance to get back what you lost and get it without doing what the lamp says you will do."
Todd grabbed the single dumbbell out of Steve's hand. To Todd, it was a light weight, no heavier then fifteen pounds maximum, but Steve was having trouble holding it out for him to grab it.
"Pathetic!!!" Todd said as he grabbed it from the weakling Steve and shook his head in disgust over his weak stance. Todd held the light weight up and did a few easy lifts with it and then tossed it effortlessly from hand to hand his biceps reacting to each catch with an impressive show of their size for the guys to see.
"Save your strength for the test, big boy!" Dan said knowing that even fifteen pounds can be a lot to hold out for fifteen minutes straight especially when the weight was held straight out from the body with just one arm horizontally. Even for a guy as well built as Todd was, this was going to be a challenge.
"You have to put your arm straight out from your shoulder in front of you. Then you have to hold that weight there without leaning into it or dropping your arm any more then three inches. If you can do that, you're done with this test and you can have back everything and you'll also be a full flung fraternity brother as well. If you can't... well... it's fifteen times eight off of your weight. That's 120 lbs. Todd," Dan said as he watched as Todd pratciced the hold for a second and then lowered his arm still holding the dumbbell.
"You don't have to even try the challenge Todd," Dan said and then smiled as he started to unbutton his jeans and played with his zipper in front of the stunned stud.
"FUUUUCCCKKK YOOOUUU!!" Todd said as he tore off his shirt and threw it down, and with the dumbbells in one hand, he gave an impressive impromptu display that was more than likeable for the guys. Todd was a work of muscular magic, taut, tight and strong, and all MAN! His body was lightly dusted with just the right amount of auburn brown hair that accentuated every muscle he had on his tight thick torso. The hair danced on the plateaus of wide ample pecs and dropped down between their valleys to meet with the valleys of his thick eight-pack abs and disappeared in the tight waistline of jeans that looked painted on, his 4.75 inch erection as hard as it was during the last challenge.
"Proceed then Todd, because you're wasting our time. Hold the weight out, and I'll give you back everything you've lost so far," Dan said as he went to sit down as the powerful stud of a guy held the easy weight of fifteen pounds out straight as an arrow, his arm not flinching even a little.
Todd figured this would be a cakewalk for him. It was for the first ten full minutes. It was actually easy to hold the weight and his goal seemed like it was already his, but as the last five minutes seemed to just drag on by the weight was beginning to take its toll on even his well-muscled arm and shoulder and even his back was beginning to feel the undeniable strain on his muscles. Even his fingers started to ache by the 13th minute.
"Don't give up now Todd. You're almost there! Two more minutes and you're in," Dan said knowing that there was no way Todd was actually going to make it. Dan smiled as Todd's arm began to waver with a minute thirty still left to go. "You can give up now Todd and give into the lamp's predictions while you're still pretty well blessed." Dan said as he again unzipped his jeans and started to pull out his cock for Todd to suck.
"Fuuuuck yoouu!" Todd grunted as his whole body started to fall in the direction of his out held arm. He caught himself and gained back his stance with in the limits dictated and steadied himself. He was holding his breath and straining as hard as he could breathing only when he had to to hold the weight that now felt like a thousand pounds.
Todd could feel his arm dropping by the time there was but 25 seconds left to go. He fought off the dropping of his arm as best as he could, but it was too late. His arm started to give out under the continued strain of the relatively light weight, and he dropped his arm beyond the three-inch mark with only 10 seconds left on the clock.
Todd heard the bell go off just as his arm gave out, or at least that's the way it seemed to him. He was wrong he had eight seconds to go when it dropped below the limit. He didn't make it.
He stood there thinking he was successful only to find that he was losing weight and size as he rubbed his thick sore arm to relieve the built up stress and stretched muscle. His bicep began to shrink in his rubbing hand. "No, NO WAY! I made... I.....aha aha ha haa... I-I made IT!!! This is bullshit!!" Todd said he was too tired to fight them, and his arms were shrinking down in size taking any of his strength. He had left with them. His whole body was suddenly feeling weaker. "NO!!! THIS AIN'T RIGHT!!" He screamed between deep breaths of air.
Todd stood there bare-chested and in tight jeans, quite the sight for the guys there. They were all loving the show as his grand 225 lbs. of well toned muscle started to just shrink and deflate on him. The arm that held the weight went down faster then the other one did and then it spread to his chest and back. His pecs deflated fast as his shoulders narrowed down and slumped his back slumped also till a weaker torso slumped down like an old mans would tipped slightly forward instead of being held back like they were just seconds ago.
With his broad strong shoulders stuck behind his pecs domain, now his pecs were sagging a bit, and his abs had softened and a roll of fat flopped over his still tight waist line of jeans that still fit fairly well but were showing signs of becoming more than just relaxed in fit.
Todd's body was like a pricked balloon. It was deflating slowly and surely with every passing second, 225 lbs. became 200 and then 180, and less and less starting at the one arm and working its way down in size till now even his jeans were becoming too big for his waist. His pants dropped down and rested for a few minutes on his narrowing thighs and then even with his legs spread slightly apart. The jeans left his upper thighs and pooled around his now knobby knees. His calves that were as thick as some of the guy's upper legs were now as thin as their wrist were His upper thighs were thinner than the bigger guys biceps. Todd's mighty 22-inch guns were but skin-covered bones now, a skeleton framework of skin-tight, skin-covered bones was all that was left of his once fine thick torso. Todd was now six-three-and-a-half inches tall and 105 lbs. of organs and bones and just enough muscle to be able to stand up.
Todd was in a state of denial now as he grabbed at his jeans in a frantic effort to hide his exposed tinier cock and now sagging balls. His dick had gone limp and hung freely now. It too was without strength to lift it anymore as well. His face was gaunt, and his deeply dimpled cheeks sunken to the point his dimples were all but gone. His cheekbones showed clearly as did his eye sockets bones and his thick now Neanderthal-looking forehead. His chin was weak and thin as were his once pouty lips. Todd was nothing close to appealing to any of the guys now, but he was now at their mercy, and they knew it.
"Well, still gonna stay straight Skeletor, or are you gonna suck us off for a little bit of what you ain't got no more!' Dan said and smiled at the guys as the smaller of the guys all gained some of what Todd had lost and now looked at least healthy again. Their clothes were baggy to start and now they were filled with modest muscles that over time they could rework till they were at least close to what they were when this same thing happened to them only a few years ago today.
Todd was led back to his chair. The night was still young. There would be a time during that evening as Todd was shown again and again his new body in the room's full-length mirror. Soon he would do as all the losers in the past had done and that would be suck and suck good. All this to get back just a fraction of what they had taken, but he would never get it all back again. He like them had blown that chance by not blowing in the first place.
Meanwhile in the other rooms, even weirder events were unfolding for the other four pledges.
To be continued?