Ivygate - Part 17

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

The morning sun had already burned away most of the clouds by the time Noah stepped out from the castle and curled his toes into the warm sand. Bran and Thad walked behind him. They’d woken him early; washed every inch of his body, supervised his breakfast, and led him outside.

“What’s the first task?” He asked once more, because as of yet, nobody had told him.

“You know as much as we do” Thad explained, as they walked across the beach, whilst the tide drew further away from them. “Everything has been kept secret. It’s more entertaining that way”.

“For who?” Noah growled, because he sure as hell wasn’t entertained.

For all the young man knew, he’d be thrown into a pit of lions, and given what he’d seen of the other men, that wasn’t beyond the realms of possibility. His stomach churned once more.

“Just try to relax” Bran added, “I doubt it will be anything too extreme on the first day”.

That did little to calm his nerves, and things only became worse as hordes of people began to gather in the distance. He felt his heart race as the two slaves directed him away from the crowd, and a few moments later, Noah stood outside a large wooden pen which reminded him of a chicken coup for humans.

Inside, a handful of young men strolled back and forth. Some of them sat on the ground, eyes closed, breathing deeply. Others paced in circles, mentally preparing for what was to come, but one young man in particular, who Noah recognised instantly as Nikolai, lay brazenly across a bench, looking almost as though he was having a nap.

“Good luck” Thad said, placing his hand on Noah’s bare shoulder.

“Yeah, good luck” Bran parroted, and both of them stepped back as a beefy man with arms like tree trunks, dragged Noah by the collar and shoved him inside. The pen door snapped closed, and now he was surrounded.

“You look like a girl” one muscular youth barked, and in comparison to him, everybody looked like a girl. “Your tiny cock, your fat ass. Outside, I would fuck you until death”.

Noah gulped as the brutish young man glared at him. He’d never been so thankful for chastity cages before, because the monster between the man’s legs looked as though it would burst out of it at any minute.

“Why don’t you get on your knees and put your tongue up my hole?” He pressed, his eastern European accent almost shaking the ground.

“I uh… I think I’m good” he replied, and stepped back, directly onto someone’s foot, and when he turned around, another man, who looked to be at least six foot five, with skin like graphite, shoved him backwards.

“I’ll fuck you with the cage” he hissed, and as the two men approached, Noah winced, and waited for the attack.

“You’re both pussies” a third voice scoffed, as everybody else stopped and surrounded. “You touch him and see what happens”.

Noah spun around to find Nikolai still laying down, but watching with a smirk on his beautiful face.

“What?” He continued, as everybody stared at him, “you think you’re something special, because your masters aren’t here to keep you in line?” He sat up now, but his smile didn’t falter, “I’ll keep you in line” he said, “don’t forget that”.

Nikolai wasn’t exactly big. Sure, he had a nice physique, but both of the other guys were almost twice his size. Yet, much to Noah’s surprise, they both backed away, and returned to whatever it was they were doing before he arrived.

“They say you’re the underdog” Nikolai said, extending his hand, and when Noah took it, the young Russian dragged him forward until their noses touched. “I’m the top dog” he snarled, “and I don’t plan on that changing”.

Everything had happened so fast. Just minutes ago, Noah was enjoying the feeling of warm sand under his feet. Now, he was trying to defend himself from a naked, Russian slave who had just saved his ass. Literally.

“Thanks for that” he said, squeezing just as hard, “but that doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you”.

He wasn’t exactly sure where his bravado was coming from, considering he had no idea what it was he was supposed to be beating Nikolai at, but he wasn’t about to shy away from it. The young man smiled.

“I like you, American” he nodded, and released his grasp. “Perhaps when I win, I’ll choose you”.

Noah cocked a brow.

“Choose me?”

Nikolai’s smile widened further. “They didn’t tell you what happens to the losers, did they?” He asked, and just as Noah shook his head, a loud, booming voice called out behind them.

“Slaves! It’s time for your first task. Let’s go”.

Noah turned back, but Nikolai was already strolling away.

“Wait!’ He called, and the Russian looked back over his shoulder. “What happens to the losers?”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see” he smirked, “but I suggest that you play nice, American, otherwise, when I win, you’ll be sorry”.

He racked his brains as the naked young men were led from the pen and back toward the beach. The man who had shoved him inside had returned, and was looping a heavy chain through each of the slave’s collars, linking them all together as they walked in single file.

“Quicken the pace, boy” the man barked, lashing a whip across the shoulder blades of one slender young man who winced. Noah kept his head down and hurried on, though his mind was firmly on Nikolai’s warning.

What happened to the losers?

When they finally arrived, Noah’s eyes widened. Hundreds of men stood around a large podium which was raised off the ground. Further back, rows of chairs had been built which afforded the people sitting on them, a much better view than those on the ground. Noah instantly caught the eye of Reginald and Sebastian, who were smoking cigars and watching him intently. He could see them speaking, and was certain that it was him that they were speaking about.

Next to them, Ferdinand was in deep conversation with another man whom Noah recognised from the castle. They were laughing at something, and looked to be having a great time, and then Noah saw Nikolai’s master, and a chill ran up his spine. The man was pale, stern and terrifying to look at. His eyes looked almost black from where he was standing, and his face seemed stone like. He glared at Nikolai, who kept his head bowed, and even Noah gulped.

One by one, the naked slaves climbed onto the circular podium and stood around the edge. A very handsome man, with a perfectly groomed beard, wearing the nicest clothing Noah had ever seen, stood in the centre. The crowd fell completely silent when the man raised his hand.

“Good morning” he called, and once again, his accent was deeply unfamiliar. “Welcome to the first task of the Slave Games, my name is Rickard Stennon”.

A rumble of applause sounded until he spoke again. “Over the course of the next week, these boys will be pushed to breaking point”. The man slowly paced by them. “You’ll all watch as they battle it out to entertain you, and one by one, they’ll be eliminated”.

Another belt of applause.

“These tasks have been designed to push limits. These boys have been designed to endure it. And you, are here to enjoy it. In the stands you’ll see the five judges. When a slave wins a task, they are awarded the maximum of ten points. The rest are awarded points by the judges, and the slave with the most points by the end of the final task is the winner”.

Noah listened closely, desperate to hear what exactly happens to the losers, but Rickard continued without mentioning it.

“For this first task, the slaves will be paired up, and will fight for your amusement”. The crowd bellowed with delight, but Noah gulped. He was one of the smallest people there. “This will be no ordinary fight, however” Rickard continued, and the crowd silenced. “Each slave will have in their possession, one of these”. He held up something that looked like a long, steel bullet. It was at least the size of an index finger, but three times as thick. He spun slowly and showed the audience. “The slaves will wrestle. With each of them attempting to insert this device inside the rectum of the other” he explained, “once the device has been fully inserted, the slave simply presses this button” he walked to the edge of the podium where a small platform held a large red square. “This will trigger the device and you will all witness what awaits the losing slave once that happens”.

Rickard turned back toward the slaves and smiled. “You and you” he said, to two others. “You and… you” he continued, and one by one, he paired each of the young men with another, until finally, he reached Noah.

“You” he smirked, and Noah watched with horror as Rickard pointed at the young man who had threatened him in the pen. “You” he said, and the beastly European cracked his knuckles and grinned widely.

“I’m going to wreck you” he hissed, baring his teeth, and Noah’s heart exploded in his chest.

“For the first fight” Rickard called, “these two will battle it out”.

He dragged a timid looking slave into the centre, as well as the other man who had also approached Noah in the pen. They were almost as starkly opposite as Noah and his opponent, but he was glad that they weren’t up first.

Each of the slaves were handed a bullet, and Rickard stepped back as the crowd held it’s collective breath.

“Let the games begin”.