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Flynt runs up to the plain red door, completely ignoring the sexy statues of naked, chubby men and hastily knocks, or in this case pounds, on the door. He looks back behind him for his pursuers, hearing their cries in the distant woods but not seeing them, then looks back to the door to bang even more. Except he finds the door is wide open with no one there, and a dark, empty hallway. Without a second thought he just rushes in and slams the door behind him. Hopefully he's lost them for sure, this time. He really doesn't feel like getting beaten up again for a silly prank.

With his back to the door he slides down to rest, breathing very heavily. He's always been an easy target for others. He stands out with his white and black dalmatian fur, and he's usually easy to catch since he's a bit on the hefty side. He just stares down at his bulging stomach, wondering how he let himself go so far. He pokes at it and watches it jiggle. He's wearing a red tank top that is a bit too small and shows both his belly button from below and his nipples protruding out from the top. His jeans are a bit tight and he usually keeps them unbuttoned for this reason. He would have better fitting clothes, but he hasn't been able to afford any since he started getting bigger and lost his job. He worked as a carpenter, but he started taking more breaks than usual. He argued that he needed the breaks because of the stress, working too many hours and having no time to relax in between. But they fired him, and his stress only increased and found himself eating more.

After he takes the time to rest and regather himself and his thoughts, he stands up and looks around finally. There is hardly any light other than the bits projecting on the statues along the carpet edges and the pictures on the walls. All of them are chubby men, naked, and having some adult fun. Muttering under his breath he says, "Who would glorify being overweight?" He moves on to try to find whoever lives here so he can apologize for intruding and thank them for the shelter. Walking slowly, taking in each work of art, while Flynt still feels a bit of disgust towards the worshiping of larger bodies, he can appreciate the skill that went into the creation of them.

He passes a few doors not really thinking about it, just admiring the prowess of the art when he finally reaches a dead-end with a door. Nothing else to do than give it a try. He knocks on the door only to find it swing open with ease on the first one. "Hello?" Calling out into the darkness he receives his voice again. The room must be large and quite empty for it to echo like that, so there must not be anyone there. He starts to close the door when he feels the floor shift under him. He keeps his balance barely and watches as the rug he is standing on is on top of a conveyor belt that is pushing him into the room. Too stunned to react quickly enough, he is in the room and the door shuts as the conveyor shuts off. Turning around he reaches for the knob... but there isn't one. As he feels around the door for any kind of switch or button to maybe open it with, the lights suddenly turn on, blinding him for a moment.

The room is smaller than expected, the entire floor is like a soft mat, and there is a chair at each end of the room. There is a no shoes sign in front of him, so he cautiously and politely removes them, placing them to the side. Suddenly, fanfare plays with cheering and trumpets. "Welcum to my manor! I hope you're ready to play a game!" The deep voice billows through the room making the chamber vibrate. Sounding like muttering under their breath Flynt hears, "Oops. The volume is too high. Damn it, where are the volume controls?!" There are other sounds of banging and paper shuffling heard through the intercom when finally it all quiets down. "Sorry about that!"

Flynt calls out, "I'm sorry for intruding, but I'm not really interested in a game! I just needed shelter for a moment, which I thank you for!" Looking around, there don't appear to be any specific speakers or screens the voice could be coming from.

"If you would like to thank me, then I will be happy to provide further shelter as long as you play this game. Otherwise, I will need you to leave." The voice is stern and less playful than before. He means business.

"Alright, fine! What kinda game are we talking about?" Flynt sighs to himself. How did he find himself in the one house in the middle of nowhere with a crazy nutjob?

"Perfect!" The deep voice is once again playful. "Here are the rules. I will be sending in three of my attendants. You will need to defeat them all in wrestling!" Flynt gets a little excited at this. He hasn't wrestled since high school! This might actually be fun! "Depending on what happens, there may be rewards and penalties. We are looking to enjoy this, so let's limit the amount of pain and focus on simply pinning the other person down. Whoever submits first loses. And just to be clear, there are multiple ways to submit." There is something about the way he emphasizes the word submit that makes Flynt a little uncomfortable. "The other rule is whoever loses all of their clothing first, loses and takes a penalty round!"

"Wait wait wait!" cries out Flynt. "This is a STRIP wrestling match? Sorry dude, I'm barely wearing anything already!"

"Well, for the first match you will have to deal with what you have." The voice almost sounds smug, like it's already a victory for him. "But in the future rounds, clothing will be provided." Flynt clicks his tongue in disapproval, but can't say anything in order to be able to keep hiding from his pursuers. "Please enter my contestants!" From a section of the wall that just looks like a wall, a door opens and three men file in, each of them a little bigger than the last but all of them are bulky and hefty.

The first to enter is a boar wearing a wrestling singlet. It slings down low enough to provide support to his gut that hangs over it and is tight enough to show off a pronounced bulge. The boar has one tusk that is slightly longer than the other, but both are relatively short. His skin is a nice pinkish-orange with brown hair on his head, and a tuft of brown hair on his chest. He is shorter than the others, about the same height as flynt, but has the biggest gut. He would just barely be inside of Flynt's weight class.

The second to enter is a lion. He is wearing a blue tank top that says "Submit" on it, and a pair of shiny, fluorescent briefs that are so tight and hold little imagination to the monster he is packing. In fact, Flynt finds himself staring longer than he intended, only realizing this when he practically "hears" the lion smirk. His belly has a nice roundness to it, but it's clear it's hiding a six-pack behind some of that fat.

The third and final entry is an elephant. The tallest of the three, probably three inches higher than Flynt himself. The belly on this guy bounces and ripples with each step. The elephant is wearing only a jockstrap, and one of his balls is unashamedly sticking out a little already. This guy is the most cocky of them all, and if he's wearing only one piece of clothing, he's just asking to lose!

Flynt takes his position at the other end of the room and starts formulating a plan. They each wore so little clothing, it's like they're begging him to try to take advantage of that. But does he have much choice? They each outweigh him, so it'll be difficult to win through leverage and strength alone. So he needs to win with speed is the answer he comes up with.

Stepping up to the mat he sees his first opponent already in the ring, the boar. It might be one piece of clothing, but a singlet can be tricky and take time to remove. Could Flynt go for the pin instead and tire out his opponent before -

His thoughts are cut short as the bell rings signifying the start of the match. The boar is already on top of him, unexpectedly quickly, and getting low is in a position to grab and lift Flynt. The dog attempts to jump over the boar, but he is too slow to react and his leg gets caught, sending him toppling over the boar instead and falling to the mat. Using the momentum Flynt rolls away a bit before trying to stop and get on one knee, but the boar has already chased him down. He's pushed to the floor, on the edge of the mat as the boar mounts his chest and his bulge is rubbing in Flynt's face. The lycra itself has a smell, but it's overwhelmed by the boar musk, and with Flynt breathing hard can't help but inhale it. His eyes almost roll into the back of his head, the smell is so powerful! It's a mix of sweat, pure testosterone, but also something else that seems familiar. Flynt gets a little dizzy and the room spins slightly.

"Heh, this is going to be easier than I thought," he hears the boar say from above. "Be a good pup and take a BIG whiff now." As the boar grinds his bulge further against Flynt's face, he finds himself listening to the man and taking a big breath through his nose. It's like the world flips upside down, and he can't tell where he is anymore. While his senses usually wouldn't enjoy this kind of smell, the musk appeals to him for some reason and without realizing he has a dopey look on his face. "That's right boy, take it all in." The boar moves from his chest and turns around, but leaves his crotch in the pup's face. Flynt feels like he's floating in mid-air as a pressure is released from his waist. The boar first removes the jeans he's wearing, easily done since they were unbuttoned since the beginning, revealing white briefs and an obvious wet spot in them.

From nearby in the room a voice says, "Looks like we have a little perv here after all," followed by a couple chuckles. Flynt comes out of his daze a little, finally, and finds himself looking up past a bulge to the grinning face of the boar. Out of impulse he reaches up and grabs both nipples of the boar and pinches them. What he doesn't know is this was the wrong move. The bulge in the lycra singlet instantly gets wet and practically leaks a substance onto Flynt's face, and the smell becomes even stronger. The boar grunts as his nipples are pinched and his bulge grows. Flynt feels like he's about to be unconscious from the smell alone. It smells so unbearably... sexy! He hears tearing and the pressure around his waist lessens even more as his dick spirngs free, standing at complete attention at 6 inches long. But he barely registers he's technically losing this fight. He wants more of this smell, and as he starts to open his mouth and his tongue creeps out... another rip is heard and the bell dings again.

"The winner of this round is the Musky Marauder!" The deep voice bellows through the room, knocking Flynt briefly out of his stupor. "It's time for a punishment round! Good sir, as the loser of this round you will have to stand in front of this camera and pose for just 5 minutes! I have many attendants in my care at this manor and they all are waiting to get a good look at that sexy body of yours!" The boar crotch finally moves away as Flynt finds a hand patting his face, trying to get his mind to wake up.

"C'mon boy. Time to give us a show," the Musky Marauder says with a smirk and helping Flynt to stand up. The dalmatian is led to the center of the ring where a camera is now pointing and appears to be on. "Don't worry", the boar calls out, "this stays only in this building!" Shyly, Flynt hides his current erection with one hand as the other hand brushes his belly sensually.

"Why am I even doing this?!" There's something about this situation that he feels like he needs, or even wants to do, this. But he knows this is way out of character for him. Sure he has thought of messing around with dudes before, but he is not happy with the state of his body right now. He does not feel sexy, as much as he wants to be. His hand continues to rub his belly up to his nipple, his finger circling it a bit before moving to the other one. He turns around and shows his bare ass and both of his hands start rubbing the cheeks. He bends over slightly, still wondering why he's acting this way, and pulls them apart, revealing his virgin hole. He hears some hoots and hollers from the three across the room, and he blushes. Something inside him stirs, a feeling he can't put a finger on. But as sudden as this punishment started, the bell rang claiming the sudden end of the five minutes.

Returning to his end of the room and getting in the chair, he takes a break to try to sort out what he's feeling right now, but thoughts elude him. He hears a door close as a new guy walks in carrying three pieces of clothing, but wearing only a jockstrap himself. He places the clothes next to Flynt, and as he turns to leave says, "Thanks for the show, sexy," winks and moves away. Flynt starts hurriedly throwing the clothes on, another tank top which is fine, but he also has a thong and booty shorts. The shorts fit his bulky waist, but are tight showing off every curve of his thick ass. If they ever get these shorts off, the thong will provide zero protection. Flynt chooses to focus on his next opponent already in the ring, the lion.

Moving into the ring, the lion stands there with a grin, arms folded at his chest and looking down at Flynt. At first, the pup thinks he's just being looked down upon, but instead realizes the lion is leering at his bulge in the front of his shorts. Feeling a little frustrated, Flynt gets in a ready position, not willing to get surprised again like last time.

The bell rings and Flynt immediately charges the lion who stays immobile. Just like in high school, he gets low and aims for the waist looking to get leverage to knock the beast off his feet. What happens though is he runs into a brick wall. The body doesn't move at all, no matter how much Flynt pushes, pulls or lifts. "That's a position a boy like you should be in." He hears a gruff voice above him say. Next thing he knows arms wrap around his waist and he's picked up into an upside down position.

"Just how strong is this guy?!" Flynt screams in his head. He weighs nearly 300 pounds, but he's been picked up by this brute with ease! While upside down, the lion starts turning him, flipping the pup until his face is now against his crotch. Once again, a sweaty and musky smell hits him, although not as potent as the boar, still has an effect on Flynt. He's instantly reminded of how good it felt to inhale the boar smell and instinctively does the same to the lion scent, his arms wrapping around the waist of his captor without thinking and digging his snoot into the bulge in front of him. The dazed, cloudy feeling returns almost instantly and he remembers how curious he was about the taste of that smell before. With how tight those shiny briefs are, he can feel every curve of the package inside, the heft of the balls, the thickness of the shaft that's hidden.

During all of this, the lion has decided to partake of the morsel in front of him. His claw quietly makes a rip inside the seat of Flynt's shorts, exposing his ass, but not removing them completely. The lion growls in hunger as he buries his face between the two cakes and his tongue invades the hole in the center. Flynt gasps, not expecting the intrusion, and then quickly moans. The scent, like a drug, invades his senses during the gasp and he presses his snoot against the hidden treasure again. Flynt's arousal and pleasure betrays him now, as he can't resist the curiosity. His tongue leaves his snout and begins lapping at the bulge. It's salty, and bitter, but knowing what the smell tastes like now causes Flynt to enjoy it even more.

"If you like it that much, why don'tcha taste it from the source?" The lion, taking a moment from eating Flynt's ass to bait him into going further, and then resuming his tongues assault producing further moans from the boy in his arms. The blood rushing to his head from being upside down, and the blood rushing to his own dick makes it hard for him to think straight. It wouldn't hurt to taste a little more, would it? His hands grab the band of the lion's briefs and slowly pull it down. There's tension in the undies for a moment before a loud thwap is heard. A big, fat, throbbing cock smacks his face, sweaty and leaking pre. Like a cloud of pure testosterone, warmth hits Flynt's face and then he takes a deep breath. All that hidden, manly musk seems to go straight to his loins, stirring his own manhood like never before. His tongue lolls out of his snout, eyes rolling into his head.

"Have men always smelled this good? It's intoxicating, arousing, and so sexy!" These are the thoughts that come to Flynt's mind in this position. Normally he wouldn't think this was sexy, but as his belly rubs against this stranger's belly, and feeling smaller, even diminutive, exposed to them completely, really starts to turn him on even more. He didn't think he could get harder than he is now, but his maleness is throbbing so much that it feels like his whole body is pulsing. Not realizing his mouth is wide open, tongue to the side, the lion takes the opportunity to move his hips forward enough that just the tip of his 7 inch cock, thick as a beer can, enters the pup's mouth. It slides in with ease, and Flynt's arousal spirals out of control. It tastes... unbelievably good! He can't help but get more of that cock inside his mouth, barely taking a couple inches, but still trying to get as much as he can at once.

"That looks a lot like submitting to me," the lion growls. He lays the boy down on the mat, still sucking on his cock like a good slut, and begins using his claw to tear the fabric of his shorts and shirt away, slowly, relishing the moment. Once all that is left is the thong, he simply snaps the small thread and the bell rings once again.

"We have our round 2 winner! Give a round of applause to The Musky Muscle!" WIth the pup still suckling on the head of his dick, the lion flexes his arms, showing off to the unseen crowd. "It is once again punishment time! Will our guest please put on another little show for us?" The lion removes himself from Flynt's face, and the pup is disappointed at the emptiness in his mouth, but it also releases the haze in his mind and he instantly realizes what's happening. He lost. Again. But something feels different. Despite being a big boy, he feels a bit smaller now. He feels... sexier.

He sits up to find the camera there once again, and a special feeling boils up in him. He places himself on his knees and starts rubbing his belly with one hand, and pinching a nipple with the other. He moans to himself, which he didn't expect, but realizing how good it feels continues to play around. He bounces and jiggles his belly, pinches and pulls his tits, and feels his manhood with a few strokes from time to time, all on his knees. He hears hoots and hollers from across the room. He feels sexy for the first time in forever. He feels good about his body. And just as he's getting used to the feeling of displaying his sexy body... the bell rings. The 5 minutes are up, bringing him out of his stupor. Quietly, he moves back to the chair on his side of the room and takes a seat, a hint of shame reaching him. The same attendant as last time walks in again, his erection incredibly noticeable in the jockstrap, but also carrying nothing. Without a word, he slips the jockstrap off and hands it to the pup with a wink before turning and leaving again.

Flynt at first is upset that this is all he gets for round 3, but then a smell reaches his nose. He can smell the musk and pre from the jockstrap. It takes every ounce of will in him to slip it on instead of burying his face inside. He feels another surge of arousal when he adjusts his dick in the thin fabric. But he doesn't have much time to think about it as his opponent is already waiting on him in the ring. The elephant.

The game plan this round is simple: wait to see what he does and react. Flynt should have speed on his side this time for sure and all he needs to do is pull down the jockstrap. The bell rings and the match starts at a standstill. Confident in this strategy, Flynt remains poised, ready to react. But the elephant just starts walking ever so slowly to him. Still waiting to react to any move, Flynt watches. And waits.... And waits.... The man is nearly on top of him, making no signs of doing anything, and Flynt just stares up wide-eyed. He's so big! He's barely chest high to this behemoth, and it makes him feel so small and weak.

Still, slowly, his opponent reaches a hand out and puts it behind Flynt's head and starts pulling into himself. Flynt isn't sure how to react to this gesture and feels himself being pulled in, and not resisting. His face connects with the large chest, and a sense of helplessness washes over him, and also protection. This feels so nice to Flynt and he even finds himself relaxing against the leathery skin, his arms rising to wrap around the torso only to barely be able to reach around the sides.

"Sorry boy, but this might just break you." The voice from above him is stern, but has a comfort to it. The massive body turns slightly and Flynt's face comes into full contact with an armpit. At first, Flynt wanted to pull back immediately. The smell is so strong and potent that he wanted to reel back. But his face is firmly held in place by a hand, forcing him to take it in. The pure force of testosterone hits his senses, making his knees buckle for a split second, but the elephant holds onto him firmly. Before long, Flynt is licking at the armpit. The smell, the taste, it's too much to bear and yet he wants all of it. He's cleaning the sweat off of this man and loving every moment of it. He doesn't realize, but no longer is his opponent holding him in place. He is standing on his toes on his own and lapping at another man's pits.

"Do you know why you were only given a jockstrap, pup?" His opponent's hand starts gliding down his back to his rear. "So I can make this last a very long time." Still prepared from the previous round, a digit enters Flynt's ass, and he cries out. "Shh, focus on this," the voice says again, as his face is once again pushed deeply into the pit. The powerful odor once again dizzies his mind and he obediently takes it all in while the elephant prepares the thick ass further. So much time passes as a second digit enters, but it doesn't matter to Flynt. The only thing on his mind is obedience. This male is bigger, and stronger than him. He has to obey. Before long, his ass is opened up and the opponent sits on the ground, pulling his own jockstrap down just enough to reveal his 8 inches of cock. He pulls Flynt down into him and removes the jockstrap from the dazed dog and places it over his snout like a muzzle. His own maleness now mingling with a stranger's inside this cloth prison, his breathing cannot escape the scent of his own pure lust permeating every inch of his body. Technically he has lost, but the bell waits to ding for something different to happen.

"Now submit yourself to all of us," the elephant says. "Be our good, sexy chubby puppy and sit yourself on my cock. Serve and admire our size, our power, and show us how much you love it." The other two players have entered the ring, their cocks out gloriously and surrounding the boy. Flynt realizes there's no going back. The little bit of him that is trying to understand why this is happening leaves him as he slowly sinks down, a big 8 inch cock filling his ass, slowly and steadily. He knows he is doing this on his own, with no guidance or help. He is just obeying like a good little pup. Listening to instructions, his ass finally bottoms out on the pole and he hears, "Good boy" from all directions, and then the bell finally rings. There is no announcement that follows. Everyone knows what's happening. And as the camera turns on one more time, the show finally begins for real.