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Actually it's quite simple: Each contestant gets tied to one of these bike-like apparatuses. Their footpaws get fixated to the bike pedals while their paws get tied to the cranks in front of them. To make sure that they won't fall off unexpectedly we additionally put them into these leather harnesses that get connected with the back of the seats once the contestants sit down. Then it gets really interesting: The nooses that you see hanging from the seats aren't only there because they are looking nice. They are laid around the contestants necks. Now we can talk about the target of the game. The contestants have the reach the end of these tracks with their bikes ... We still may have to adjust the length of the tracks ... To get the bikes moving they have to use their feet and their paws. To spice things up they have to turn the pedals in a clockwise direction while they have to turn the cranks counter-clockwise. Believe me, this is just as unpleasant as it sounds. And for every move in the wrong direction and for every second neither the pedals nor the cranks get turned the noose around the contestant's neck tightens itself. As long as they keep on moving forward they can breathe, but when they stop or can't control their movement, they are going to suffocate. Does this sound good?"

Dan sat down on one of the chairs that stood next to device he and his team had created for the show. He put his clipboard onto his lap to hide the bulge that formed in his pants when he had explained the game. The rabbit was the show's producer ever since the show started. One of his responsibilities was it to create new deadly games every month. He wanted to appear as professional as possible, but he really enjoyed his work.

Reggie Maynard, the show's host, shrugged. "I don't know, Dannyboy. This is really exciting. But there's a big chance that both of the contestants die during the game. We would have to adjust the whole programme then."

Dan knew that the big boar was right. This was always a problem with games that were more sportive or contained more action. Usually they wanted to get rid of of one contestants. This was easy to achieve when they played quizzes or hangman (which they did in every show - the audience loved a good hanging). But on the other hand he was afraid that the people would be bored if they had only games in which the contestants got killed after answering some questions wrong. Of course he and his team always had a plan B or, if necessary, even a plan C at hand. But Reggie learnt his trade in a time when the great game show hosts wanted that every second of a given show ran according to plan. On the other hand back then the contestants received some consolation prizes and were not killed when they lost.

"Well, you know - If this should happen we have other plans. I know that you don't like games like this. And while the game is hard it's not impossible to win."

Reggie scratched his chin. "And what happens if both reach the finishing line?"

"The loser suffocates in close up - And then you can introduce the next ad break. The sponsors are going to love this."

Reggie still was not satisfied. "What kind of game have you planned after?"

"We have not finally fleshed it out, but we are going to chop off some heads. We didn't have anything like this for a while and we can use it to make the number of contestants even again." Dan stood up from his chair. The clipboard fell to the ground. "Just imagine this. 'Oh, we lost a contestant too many last round. So an extra head has to roll now!' Can't you hear the audience cheering already?"

This sounded like music to Reggie. The boar was not too interested in getting rid of his contestants. His elixir of life was an cheering and applauding audience.

"Hmm ..." Reggie noticed the bulge between the rabbit's legs. He knew how much Dan liked the games he created. Reggie looked at his watch. They still had some time left on their schedule. Maybe enough time to vex that pesky rabbit a little who had coaxed him into accepting this game on his show.

"Oh, Dan. I'm still not convinced", he lied, "is there any chance to see this game in action?"

"... Sure. Let me get two interns." Dan sighed as Reggie's request meant that he had to look for at least one new intern later this week. As if they had not enough to do already ... Luckily he got a cell phone. It rested on a small table next to his chair. He picked up the brick-sized phone, extended its antenna and called his secretary.

"They should be here in a few minutes, Reg."

"Excellent!" Reggie sat down on one of the chairs. Just moments later the two interns rushed in. Reggie was quick to check them out. Both of them seemed to be in their early twenties. "Just freshly released from college.", Reggie thought. The one was a sporty looking wolf who was wearing jeans and a black polo shirt. The other one was a groundhog, dressed more formally in a suit and wearing a tie. He was a bit more on the chubby side of the table. The interns both appeared to be rather shy. They both had just started their internship and it was the first time they ever met Reggie Maynard in persona. Reggie smiled at them.

"Don't be so shy. I rarely bite. Am I right, Dan?". Dan nodded. "But if he bites it hurts." Dan laughed. "This two guys are our new interns. Well not entirely new, Clive has already worked three months in the continuity department." The groundhog said hello to Reggie. Reggie thought to himself that this explains the suit. "But Huw just started two weeks ago." The wolf also greeted Reggie. Dan began to explain what he expected them to do.

"Well, both of you were involved in the creation of this game and we hope that you are eager to test it for us." The interns looked at each other. They knew how this could end for them. But they did not appear to be rather scared. Maybe they saw it as a possible risk while working for this show. Huw, the wolf, grinned. "Ha, I'm beating your ass in this game, chubster!" Clive poked the wolf's belly.

"No, no.", Reggie butted in. "That's not what I want." His eyes wandered between the two of them. Dan was baffled. "Dan, I want you to compete against Clive."

"What?" - Dan was shocked.

"Yes, Clive is not as sporty as Huw. And you are like 20 years older than both of them. Should be much fairer this way. Also you desperately want to have this game on to show and my condition to put it on the show is that you win it."

There wasn't much space left in Dan's pants now. That filthy pig knew him so well by now. Reggie just knew that Dan lusted for taking part in one of his own games. The only thing that was missing was an audience.

"So?", Reggie asked.

"Yes, I'll oblige ... But I have a request ..."

"Hmm?"

"We might have to make some changes on the game before we put it on the show. So I think we should film it when Clive and I compete. We could use this material later on." Clive blushed under his fur, he did not think that he was very photogenic. He looked at Dan who in reality did not want to have the film to improve on the game but to have an alternative to an audience. Dan's body was shaking.

"Huw, are you able to set up a camera to record this on magnetic tape?", Reggie asked the wolf.

"Yes, of course."

"Then do so quickly! And see that the camera catches everything. You know, that tape is expensive. Put it into a static position, I want you to help Dan and Clive into their seats."

A few minutes later the wolf had set up the technical equipment and the camera was running. Reggie asked Huw to help the "contestants" undress.

Huw slowly loosened Dan's tie and shirt buttons before he helped him out of it. The rabbit had already slipped out of his shoes, so Huw only had to gently free him from his pants and boxers. The rabbit's erect cock now visible to the other males. Huw sniffed at Dan's scent. Dan took a deep breath as he was not able to hide is excitement anymore in front of the others. Huw had to put a bit more work into undressing Clive. Clive hid some suspenders under the jacket of his suit. As soon as he loosened them his pants slipped down to the floor. Huw crouched to help the groundhog out of his pants and pubes. Clive seemed to be almost as excited as Dan was. Huw licked as his lips as he looked at Clive's dick and thought how shameful it was that either Dan or Clive would not survive the afternoon. He liked both the trim rabbit and the chubby groundhog. "I guess that's the level of excitement that we expect from our contestants." Huw chuckled. "I always wanted to be on the show, but they always said that I'm not physically unfit for it". Clive smirked.

Reggie laughed too. "Yes, that's how the audience likes it. Now guide them to their bikes and help them into their gear."

Huw nodded and guided Dan and Clive to the back of the hall where the two bikes were mounted on their rails. "Please sit down." The two of them obliged and sat down on their seats. Huw first helped Clive into his leather harness and tightened it around his chest before he strapped it on a beam behind the seat. Then he lay the noose around the groundhog's neck. A warm sensation ran through his body when he did this. Clive breathed deeply. Then he fixated Clive's paws to the cranks and strapped his footpaws to the pedals. The groundhog looked just lovely in that contraption. After that he did the same thing to Dan. Dan moaned loudly when his head slipped through the nose. The rabbit was almost out of his mind and was seriously considering to to nothing and wait for the machine to strangle him. But no, while this seemed tempting to him, it was not a real option.

Huw then pulled a lever to power the machine. Dan turned his head to him. "There's a red button. When you push this on the game starts."

Reggie slouched in his chair. "Well, guys. I'll count to three!"

Both Clive and Dan clutched their paws into the cranks.

"One ..."

Huw put his finger on the button.

"Two ..."

The "contestants" looked at each other for a moment.

"Three!"

As soon as the wolf's finger had pushed down the button the rabbit and the groundhog felt their respective nooses tightening around their necks. Both of them tried to coordinate the movements of their legs and arms.

Dan went ahead faster than Clive, but after the first meters he lost his rhythm. Clive on the other hand went on much slower than the rabbit. His movements were slower, but much more controlled. The noose around Dan's neck became tighter. Not tight enough to take him the ability to breathe, but it started to become uncomfortable. Just as Clive had taken him over he regained the control over his movement. He was a bit slower now, but not as slow as Clive. They were almost next to each other now when Clive lost his rhythm. The groundhog, who was already out of his breath struggled to restart his bike. The noose became tighter. Now he knew why they told him that he was unfit for the show. He took a few seconds to regain some breathe and strength before he managed to get his bike moving again. His noose had become so tight in the meanwhile that breathing had become problematic to him. On the other bike the rabbit was still ahead when he lost the control over his body for the second time. He desperately tried to get moving again, but did not manage to build up a smooth rhythm. The noose became tighter and tighter. Only a few seconds left until he would take his last breath. Again he fantasized about just waiting for the machine to strangle him to death. Pre dropped from his cock and ran down his shaft. Any audience would love to see that, he thought ... "And I want to see how the audience reacts to this game!". He took a final deep breath before the noose finally robbed him of any chance for another one. He set his arms and legs in motion and went on forward quickly. It took not long for him to pass Clive who also had run into trouble again. He took a quick look at the groundhog who was trying to move his legs. His noose had been as tight as Dan's noose had become. But the chubby Clive was out of his breath. After he finally managed to find his rhythm again it took only seconds for him to finally lose his strength. He was just sitting in his seat, locked into his position by his harness and the noose. He struggled to get out of his misery. But then he just went limp.

Dan had almost reached the finishing line. Only two or three turns were left for him to reach it as he suddenly stopped. Both Reggie and Huw watched in awe. What did he do? Dan's vision started to become blurry. He did not move.

Behind him he heard a loud moan in the distance. It was Clive whose formerly limp body twitched as he spilled his final load over himself and his bike before he went limp forever.

Now it was time for Dan, he would come for the 'audience'. The sound of Clive's dying orgasm kicked him over the edge. The rabbit's orgasm was glorious. His moans were garbled but still very audible. He had never come this hard in his entire life. His cock twitched and shot his cum in every direction. His vision darkened and become more blurred.

Reggie stood up from his chair. "Dan? I'm going to help you!"

"No, no.", Dan thought and slowly set his arms and legs in motion again. He managed to perform the last turns of the cranks and the pedals that were needed for him to reach the finishing line. The noose loosened itself. Dan took a few deep breaths.

"See, I told you this was a great game!". Then he passed out.

Huw walked back to the front of the hall and turned off the camera. "Do you think he's okay?"

"Yes, he will be fine. But poor Clive?" Reggie and Huw walked towards Clive to check him. The chubby groundhog was limply sitting on his seat. The harness and the fixations kept him in an upright position. His tongue was hanging out of his muzzle.

"Seems that he also has pissed himself shortly before he went out?", Reggie said.

"It looks and smells like it.", Huw laughed.

"Before we help that rabbit back onto his feet, I have to ask you something, Huw."

"What is it?"

"I really could imagine you in some tight leather pants and a fitting hood. I was thinking about getting an assistant for the show. You know, we mostly get the contestants ready for the games backstage. But maybe it would be nice for the audience to see how they get prepared. Could use a charming guy like you for that whose willing to push the buttons that set the games in motion."

Huw was flattered.