How Far Will You Go

By Aldric

Copyright 2015 by Aldric Pietar@spamex.com, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

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How Far Will You Go?

“What’s eating you guys?” Clint Brooke asked his two friends.

“We wanted to go to that adventure camp we told you about, but our dad didn’t get a raise or a bonus this year and he said we can’t afford it,” Pete Masterson said.

“So unless we can somehow come up with the entry fee and transportation costs, we can’t go,” his step brother Brent added.

Brent and Pete had been step brothers since they were six when Brent’s mother married Pet’s father. Officially, Brent was Brent Boxley-Masterson while Pete was just Peter Masterson, but even though they were just 4 months apart in age they considered themselves full brothers. They were both thirteen, with Pete being the slightly older one.

“So how much do you need?” Clint asked. “You guys talked about it all through school, so it would suck if now you couldn’t go.” Clint was just a few months shy of thirteen, and the camp his friends wanted to go to didn’t interest him. But there was somewhere else he wanted to go, and for that he needed a few bucks too. “Maybe you could raise the money somehow.”

“Not a chance,” Pete said.

“It’s like about four grand,” Brent added. It was common for them to finish each other’s sentences.

“How about that new show—“How Far Would You Go,” or HFWYG as most people call it,” Clint said.

“Never heard of it. What channel is it on?”

“It’s on a private internet channel and you have to pay to watch it. Its fifty dollars an episode, but worth it,” Clint said. Clint’s family was wealthy, and Clint had his own credit card. His parents never monitored what he did or watched as long as he didn’t max out the card. And it was a good thing too. Clint was sure that they had never seen it or heard of it, only a few kids had access to it because of the price. And the content.

“Fifty dollars?” Pete said. “For each episode?”

“We couldn’t get a movie channel and that’s only ten dollars a month,” Brent added.

“There’s no way we could get our dad to pay fifty. What’s the show about?”

“It’s just two teams of two and they do goofy stuff to advance,” Clint said. “You know, like guess answers to questions and do stupid or embarrassing stuff. The winning team gets twenty-five thousand dollars plus what they earned along the way. Most of them go home with over thirty thousand dollars. That would cover the cost of your camp with first class flights added in even after paying the taxes on the winnings.”

“Yeah, but we don’t like being embarrassed all that much,” Pete said.

“Do the losers get anything?” Brent asked.

“It varies. Most of them get around three or four thousand. That would at least be a start on what you need. Of course, you’d still have to pay taxes on what you won, but at least it’s a start.”

“Could we come to your house and watch it?” Pete asked. “I’d like to see what they do first.”

“Well, they’re on hiatus through the summer, and they don’t show reruns. And it isn’t possible to copy the download, I’ve tried.” Well, it was true that he could not find a way to copy the download, but nothing prevented him from using his cell phone to record the show as he watched it, which he had, for every show he’d seen. But he couldn’t let them see a show or they would never agree to be on it.

“But they’re filming next season’s shows right now in the city. And they are looking for contestants. A lot of kids don’t even know about the show because it costs so much, so they’re having trouble getting teams to fill the schedule. I could help you sign up.” Clint didn’t add that he would get $3,000 if he got a team to commit to a minimum of five stunts.

Twenty-five thousand dollars sounded like a lot to Pete and Brent. They both were thinking they could do a lot of embarrassing stuff for that kind of money. “Okay, we’d like to check it out,” Pete said.

The next day the three of them were at an office building on the outskirts of the city. The door sign simple read “HFWYG.” They entered and walked up to the receptionist’s desk.

“I have a team for your show that wants to try out,” Clint said to here. “Here’s the completed entry form.”

“Wait, I thought we were just going to check it out today,” Pete said.

“Yeah, we haven’t agreed to do it yet,” Brent added. “We’d like some more information first please.”

“Well, we’re a small, private company that is struggling to succeed, and because of the fees involved in getting a private show out we have to charge an enormous price,” the woman said to them. However, it wasn’t true, the company was making a fortune from the show. What they needed was fresh teams in order to fill their production schedule. Without that they would be in trouble.

She continued. “So as a result, few kids know about the show and we’re not sure if we can continue unless we get a few more teams to commit.” She paused and pulled out a sheet of paper from a folder. “However, we were just about to announce today that any new teams that commit to doing at least five episodes will be paid five hundred dollars a show plus any money they earn. That means you can refuse to do any of the stunts and still leave with $2,500.” That wasn’t exactly true, but she didn’t explain it.

“What kind of stunts?” Pete asked.

“Yeah, like what would we have to do to win?” Brent added.

“They start out silly, answering questions about your teammate, dressing in funny outfits, that kind of stuff. If you do it and the other team doesn’t, you get money. If both teams do it or refuse to do it, the prize builds up until one team is out.”

“Now let me ask you two questions,” she said, looking at Pete and Brent. “Why are you interested in doing the show and do you have any experience on a game show?”

“We need some money to go to camp,” Pete said.

“And we’ve never been on any show,” Brent added.

They didn’t know it, but their answer to the first question was the only one that mattered and it qualified them to be on the show. Kids that needed money could be more easily tricked. The fact that both boys were good looking and had good body proportions made it even better. “What kind of camp do you want to go to?”

“It’s an adventure camp,” Pete started.

Brent completed it. “You get to play heroes and villains. It’s not really like acting, and it isn’t a production, more like a series of plays. But it costs several thousand dollars.”

“Well, if you’re interested, we could get you started today,” the receptionist said. “We signed another team up about an hour ago and they are waiting here hoping they could start today. It takes a couple of hours to make an episode, so we could be done by mid-afternoon.”

Pete and Brent looked at each other. The stunts sounded stupid but something they could do. And they were guaranteed at least $2,500, which wouldn’t be enough to get them to camp but it would be a great start. And if they won a few of the stunts maybe it would be enough. They agreed to do it.

She opened door past the lobby and told them to go office on the right of the hallway where some paperwork had to be completed.

A man appeared at the door to the office as they left the lobby. “Come on in, this will just take a few minutes,” he said to them. Once they were seated he sat behind his desk and typed a few things on a computer keyboard. “Okay, first, who’s on the team?” he asked.

Pete and Brent indicated they were and Clint said he got them to come down.

“Excellent,” the man said. “Now for you two, I need names, ages, and addresses.” Pete and Brent gave the information. “Step brothers I take it?” he asked, and they nodded. The printer next to him started printing out paper. He grabbed the pages and put them on his desk in front of the boys.

“These are all just standard forms to protect you,” he said, knowing they protected the company not the boys. “This first one says that you consent to being on the show and that you understand that you can quit at any time and that you willing agree to participate for the chance of winning cash awards. Both of you sign below your names here.” He put two pens down and pointed to where he wanted them to sign. And he didn’t mention the paragraph that discussed what happened if they quit too soon.

The fact that they didn’t need an adult to sign should have tipped off the boys that this wasn’t normal, but the man knew that few pre-teens or teens ever thought about that.

“This paragraph states that the hundred and fifty dollar entry fee is waivered after you complete four challenges,” he said very quickly. “This lays out the rules of the show,” he said, pointing to various paragraphs as he talked. “Here it says the stunts are worth cash for completing, and here that to win the grand prize you must last one turn longer than your opponents, and here that you understand you can quit at any time. Please sign at the bottom.” He didn’t point out any of the other clauses that would help to keep them here even after they wanted to quit.

“Is Mr. Brooke here your agent?” He asked as he pointed to Clint.

“I guess, Pete said, looking to Brent. Brent just shrugged his shoulders and nodded.

“As an agent, he is allowed to be back stage with you, to advise you about the show, and to help you with any problems you have. For that he is entitled to a percentage of your winnings.”

“How big a percentage?” Brent asked.

“That’s up to you, and you write it in this blank here,” the man said.

Pete and Brent were both thinking of the tens of thousands of dollars they could win. “One percent?” Pete asked. Brent agreed.

It was something that Clint hadn’t expected. He was happy with the finder’s fee. He doubted the boys would ever win more than a couple of thousand once they found out what they had to do, but any additional money he got was okay with him. And to get to be backstage at his favorite show? No money could replace that. “Yeah, that’s fine,” he said as calmly as he could.

“Okay then, that wraps up everything we need here,” the man said. He made a copy of the completed forms and handed them to Clint. “Let me take you to the waiting room and pick up your opponents and then get you to the dressing room and we’ll be filming the first episode in just a few minutes.”

He took them down the hall to a comfortable looking room that had two boys in it. “This is Roger Jefferson and his best friend Eric Polk.” He introduced them and they all shook hands. “If I have it correct, Roger is thirteen and Eric twelve,” he said.

“Twelve and a half,” Eric corrected him.

“Yes, of course, my mistake. And Pete and Brent are both thirteen. If you’ll follow me, I’ll get you to the dressing room.” A few minutes later he unlocked a door and inside was a small, well-lit room with four lockers and a bench. In the back was a shower.

“Choose your lockers and your first costume is here in this bin. Leave your clothes in the locker. If you have any valuables or money I’ll be happy to lock them up for you, but we’ve never had anything stolen from here.”

None of them had enough to trouble him with, so they were fine with not having a lock on the lockers.

“Okay then, once everyone has put on the costume, exit out the back door and we’ll get started. By the way, it takes a key to unlock either of the doors to this room and only a few staff people have a key, so nobody will be walking in while you change. Good luck to the four of you.” The man left by the door they had entered and when it closed they heard it lock.

“This is what we have to wear?” Eric said, holding up an athletic supporter without a cup. “There’s four of these in the bin and nothing else.”

“I’m not wearing just that, Brent said.

“Yeah, me neither,” Pete said. “Our asses will be completely uncovered.”

It looked like Eric was about to agree until Roger said, “Good, Eric and I will. And without you two there it should be a chinch for us to win the grand prize. Right Eric?”

Eric looked doubtful, but he said, “Yeah, I guess so.”

Pete and Brent looked at each other. “We need that money,” Pete said.

“But to go on camera wearing that?”

“Twenty-five thousand dollars,” Pete said. “Are we going to let them just walk out there and take it without having to complete against us? We should just give up and walk out of here with nothing?”

“Worse than that,” Clint said. “Remember, you signed that you would pay the entry fee of one-fifty, and it isn’t waivered unless you complete four challenges. If you walk out now, you owe a hundred and fifty dollars.” He took the copies of the forms from his pocket found the paragraph. “It’s right here,” he said, pointing to it.

“Did we sign that too?” Eric asked Roger. Roger was already looking at his copies. “Yeah, I didn’t catch that either. We should have read these before signing them.”

“Shit, Brent said. “We can’t quit now, we don’t even have fifteen dollars let alone that much. I guess we have to do it.”

Little did any of the four contestants know, but the cameras were already rolling. But Clint knew. He’d seen dozens of boys react when they first saw the costume. A lot teams had decided right then to quit, only to have the rule explained to them by the man from the office. And then they returned and undressed, unaware that they were already being filmed. The filming of the episode was already underway.

“Come on,” Roger said to the others. “Are we doing this or not?” He began to undress.

The other three were clearly uncomfortable, but they followed suit. Clint stayed in the back. He really wanted to see the four of them close up, but he knew he’d have more chances later. And besides, there were cameras hidden in each locker that would be focused on each boy’s groin. When this aired he’d have a better view of them then he could get now without being obvious.

“We’re going to win the grand prize,” Pete said to Roger as they met at the back door.

“I doubt it, you almost bailed here. What are you going to do if it gets really embarrassing?”

“How much worse can it be than this?” Brent said. “It’s not like they have us be naked or anything.”

“Little do they know,” Clint thought to himself, knowing that more, and worse, was still to come. He just hoped his erection wasn’t visible through his pants.

The four boys exited as teams, Roger and Eric first followed by Pete and Brent. Clint followed a few seconds behind them. He was intrigued by the setup of the studio, from what was broadcast he had no idea of what the studio actually looked like.

Roger and Pete were separated and sent to one end while Eric and Brent to the other. People there explained that the first challenge was just to answer questions. They were given three small white boards and markers and told to write their answers to the following three questions about their brothers.

The first question was “Does your brother have noticeable pubic hair?” Here, both Pete and Brent asked how they would know because they never see each other naked. They were told to use their best judgement. It turned out though that Roger and Eric shared a room, and both of them were happy with the advantage they got because of it.

The second question was “How long is your brother’s penis?” Eric asked, “How will you know who has the best answer?”

“We’ll deal with that if necessary,” was the answer. Eric didn’t think that answered his question, but he wrote down his answer anyway.

The third question was going to be even harder to prove, but they wrote the answer on the third white board anyway.

Once they were done the boys were returned to the center and cameras came on for the first time (as far as the boys knew). The director spoke into a microphone and said, “This challenge is worth five hundred dollars. The question is, does your brother have pubic hair? Pete and Brent, please show us your answers.”

Brent had said yes and Pete had said no.

“Yes I do,” Brent said to his brother. “You just saw me in the changing room, why’d you say no?”

“I wasn’t looking at you down there,” Pete said truthfully. “I didn’t know, so I guessed.”

“So I take it you accept that your brother’s answer is wrong, is that a correct statement?” the man asked them. Both boys said yes. “Okay, then we don’t need to prove it. However, we do need to verify that Pete does have hair. Pete, if you could lower your supporter down so that we can see that you do you’ll be done with this question.”

“What? I can’t do that,” Pete said as his face turned red.

“Then I’m afraid that will result in an incomplete challenge for your team.” The man turned and looked at Roger and Eric. “Let’s see your answers boys.”

They held up their white boards, but Pete yelled out, “Wait a second, I didn’t know not proving it would mean it was an incomplete challenge, I’ll do it.”

“Cut,” the man said and stepped away from the microphone and walked over to Pete. He signaled to Clint to come over too. “You signed that challenges that need prove would be ruled incomplete if you failed to prove something, it’s on the form.”

Clint had seen this played out with other teams. He knew exactly what was coming next. He pulled out the form and the man pointed out the paragraph.

“Okay,” Clint said as he read it, “I guess it does say that. But they never explained that during when they went over the forms,” he said.

“It was your job as their agent to read it before they signed it and their job to know what they were signing,” the man said. “The rules are there and we’re legally bound to follow them. I can’t cut them a break.” He turned to Pete and Brent and said, “You guys are aware that if you have one more failed challenge before completing number five that you forfeit any winnings and you have to pay the entrance fee, right?”

“Yeah, but…”

“No buts, I’m not even supposed to take up time here to tell you about the rules. So don’t fail another one. If I say you have to prove something, you have to do it or you’re out. Now get back to your spot.”

The man went back to the microphone, the camera started recording, and Roger and Eric held up their answers. Both had said their brother had pubic hair. “Okay then, we need to see proof,” the man said. “Show us that you have hair.”

Roger was embarrassed, but complied. His supporter was still a half inch above his dick when his hair was visible. But Eric hadn’t moved yet. “Do I have to?” he asked.

“No, you don’t,” the man said.

“Okay then,” Eric said and he stood there.

“Another failed challenge,” the man said. Neither team won the money, so it will carry over.”

“You idiot,” Roger said. “Why?”

“Because my only pubic hair is on my balls,” Eric said. “I would have had to show everything on camera.”

“Let’s take a short break,” the director said. He pointed to a cart that had just been brought in with a sign on it that said ‘actors only.’ It was filled with donuts and fruit juices and the four boys dug in. Clint wondered over and wondered if anyone would mind if he had some too. A staff member saw him and thought how nice it would be to get him involved in some of the stunts too and instead encouraged him to partake.

This was something even Clint didn’t know. The donuts and drinks were laced with drugs that would make the boys horny and lower their inhibitions. It also would make them forget nearly everything that was going to happen in the next few hours. The effects would start very gradually in the next few minutes and then quickly get stronger.

“Okay boys, go back to the dressing room, your next costume is in the bin. Change quickly and come back out. And when you return we want to see some enthusiasm from you!” He unlocked the door and let them into the room. Even though he told them to hurry, it was okay if they didn’t, it would give the drugs more time to start working. And he knew that none of the kids ever wanted to come back out here in the new costume.

“There’s just four towels in here,” Eric said. He pulled one around his waist and it only had one inch of overlap. “What do we do with these?”

“He said to change quickly,” Pete said as he took one and tried it on. He was bigger than Eric and instead of an overlap, his towel had a one-inch gap. “This is weird, how can we go out there with just a towel? We’ll have to hold them up!”

“I think that’s the challenge,” Roger said. “I’ll bet we have to decide to let go or keep them on at some point.”

Clint had seen this challenge, he knew what they would have to do. And he knew that he was about to have a front row seat to seeing all four very cute boys entirely naked on camera. His boner was pressing against his pants, demanding to be released. For just a moment he wondered what it would be like to be naked on the show he enjoyed watching so much.

“We don’t have any choice,” Brent said. “We’ve each failed to complete a challenge. For now, if we fail to complete another one we’re out and we owe the entrance fee. And neither team has won any money yet.” He pulled his supporter off and turned to his brother. “See? Hair!” Then he pulled the towel around his waist.

The other three didn’t say anything as they also put on the second costume.

“I guess we’re ready,” Roger said. He had nearly a two-inch gap in the back and needed both hands to hold the towel up. He let his brother open the door and then led back to the stage.

An electronic score board had been added while they were in the locker room. It showed the team names on each side and under the names was “$0 won so far.” In the middle was “Up for grabs: $500.”

“Okay, this next challenge is worth one thousand dollars, and as you can see, the winning team will also pick up the prize from the first challenge,” the man said. He pointed to each team and asked if they were ready. There was a quiet set of “Yeah” and “Okay” and he said “I need some enthusiasm from you guys. You’re competing to win a lot of money. Act like you want it!” Away from the microphone he looked back to the booth and said, “We’ll do that bit again.” Then he leaned into the microphone and asked again if they were ready and this time the boys all shouted that they were.

A stage hand separated the boys by twenty feet with the team members facing each other and the teams spaced ten feet apart. There was a tape line on the floor in front of each boy. He handed a ball to Eric and another one to Brent before stepping back off stage.

“This challenge is simple,” the man at the microphone said. “The team with the most catches in six tosses wins. The only rule is that you must be behind the line to toss and catch the ball.”

Eric and Brent tossed the ball to their partners at the same time, but Roger had not accepted that he would have to drop his towel in order to catch the ball, so it hit him in the chest and rolled behind him. Pete tried to catch Brent’s toss one-handed but dropped it.

Pete picked up the ball and tossed it back to Eric, who also tried to catch it one-handed but wasn’t able to. Meanwhile, Roger found that he couldn’t even pick the ball up with letting go with at least one hand. He realized that eventually Pete or Brent would make a one-handed grab, so he did what he needed to do. He let the towel fall to the ground and tossed the ball to Eric. But Eric was also unable to make a one-handed catch.

“I should warn you that to complete the challenge each team must have at least one catch in six tosses,” the man said into the microphone. “So far, each team has two tosses and no catches.”

Eric tossed the ball to Roger, who easily caught it with two hands free. “Drop the towel Eric,” he said as he tossed the ball to his friend. But Eric waited until the last second to drop it and therefore missed the ball anyway.

Brent tossed the ball to his brother, who again failed a one-handed catch. “Drop the towel,” he yelled to Pete and let go of his own towel. Pete hung on to his towel as he tossed it back to Eric, who caught it.

Once Pete and Eric saw how easy it was to catch with both hands, they both released their hold on their towels. After that, every toss was a catch.

“And the final score is three catches for each team,” the man said. “Neither team gets the prize.” The scoreboard center changed to show “$1,500.”

Before the boys could recover the towels, stagehands took them away, leaving the four boys naked on stage. Roger, Pete, and Brent all had erections and Eric’s was starting to get stiff. They all covered their groins with their hands.

“Okay, time for the next challenge. This one is worth $2,000 dollars, plus the carryover prize money. It’s time to reveal the second question.” Stage hands distributed the second small white boards. “The question asked was, “How long is your brother’s penis?”

Normally, a staff member would be used to do the confirmatory measurements, but the director had been watching Clint and saw that he was enjoying his second donut and the front of his jeans was tented out. He decided to make the episode more interesting.

“Brent, show us what you wrote on your board.” Brent held it up so that the camera could catch the 4.25 inch he had written on it. “So you said four and a quarter inches, but we need to have a measurement to see how close you came. I wonder if your manager would like to come out and get that measurement for us.”

He paused as he watched Clint’s response. He could see the boy’s dick twitch even through the kid’s jeans. “Clint Brooke, come on out here.”

Clint was about to enter heaven. He had hoped to be able to watch the measuring, but to be invited to take the measurement was beyond his dreams. He hurried over and took the ruler from a stage hand and went straight to Pete.

Half an hour ago Pete would have given up before being naked on stage, but now the drugs in the donut he had eaten were nearly in full effect. He didn’t even complain as Clint pulled his hands away and used the ruler to measure his fully erect penis.

“Uh, four and a half inches,” Clint said. He started to let go but the director stopped him and asked Roger is he’d like to come and confirm that measurement. Roger hurried over and looked.

“Yeah, four and a half,” he said as he returned to his spot.

“So an error of one quarter inch so far for team Pete and Brent. Next, let’s see how long Pete said Brent’s penis was.”

Pete held up his board, on which he had written 5 inches.

“Wow, you were thinking big,” the director said into the microphone. “Clint, how long is it? And Eric, you can come and confirm Clint’s measurement if you want.”

Eric surprised himself by how much he really wanted to get a close look at Brent’s junk, so he hurried over even though he knew his turn would be coming. “Four and a quarter inches,” Clint said and Eric agreed.

“So a total error of one inch. If Roger and Eric want to win the contest their total error must be less than one inch. Let’s see what Eric wrote for the length of his brother’s penis.”

Eric held up his board. He and his brother had never talked about how big they were, but Eric had seen his brother’s dick often, although never hard. But he knew how long his own dick was when soft and when hard and made an adjustment for Pete’s. He had written 4 ¼ inches.

“Okay Clint, let’s get the real measurement. Pete, you can come and confirm if you want.”

Clint could hardly control himself as he touched Roger’s dick. He enjoyed the feel of it under his hand and felt it twitch as he ‘accidently’ ran his little finger over the tip. “Uh, looks like four and three quarters,” he said. Pete accepted that as correct.

“Oh, that’s an error of a half an inch. If you want to win the money, Roger needs to have done better than you did Eric. Let’s see Roger’s answer.”

Roger’s board had 3.75 written on it.

Clint didn’t wait for the director, he moved over to Eric as the director invited Brent to come and watch.

Eric was feeling very excited but also very embarrassed. He knew his dick was small, and now all the people here were going to know just how small. “Three and a half,” Clint said. Brent confirmed the reading.

“That’s a total error of three-quarters of an inch, and Roger and Eric win the challenge!” the director said, putting as much excitement into it as he could. The scoreboard changed to show “$0” in the center and “$3,500” above Roger and Eric’s names.

Clint wanted to run to the rest room at the back of the stage. He didn’t need to pee, but his dick was ready to burst and he needed to go and jack off more than he had ever needed to do that before. But before he could get off center stage, the director called for him to stay.

“While our four contestants go and enjoy another snack, I wonder if Clint would be willing to show everyone what the contestants will be doing for the next challenge. And I’ll make it worth your while Clint. If you’ll do it, we’ll award you the same that the winning team will get, four thousand dollars. Are you willing?”

Even in his befuddled mind, Clint realized that was a lot of money. But he needed to jack off and started to excuse himself.

“The next challenge is simple, the contestants need to show whether or not they produce sperm. Clint, for four thousand dollars, would you be interested in taking your clothes off and demonstrating how that is done?”

Then it hit Clint—they wanted him to jack off on camera, something he needed desperately to do, and something that he could watch later when this episode was released. And he’d get paid for doing it. Clint normally would never have exposed himself in public, he was way too shy. Also, he knew that at least one boy in school also watched the show. But the offer of money, along with the need to jack off, and the effect from the drugs, was too hard to resist. “Yeah, sure,” he said. Not aware that he’d been drugged, even he was surprised at how far he was willing to go to earn the money.

“Then how about you take your clothes off and show them what they need to do?” the director said. He knew this was going to be one of the best episodes ever and knew that they would have to try and get more kid agents. And that they’d be able to charge extra for this episode, more than enough to cover the extra prize payouts.

He quickly stripped and sat in the reclining chair the stagehands had brought out and began jacking off. It only took him seconds before he had the best orgasm he had ever experienced.

Four more chairs had been brought out and the stage hands pushed Clint off stage as he was too exhausted to get up right away. The four boys were called out and asked to display the answers to the third question, which the director repeated into the microphone. All four boys had answered ‘yes’ to the question “Does your brother produce sperm when he masturbates?”

After two donuts, the boys were too excited to not be ready, and the drugs had also greatly lowered their inhibitions, so when they were told to produce the proof, they quickly got in the chairs and began.

All of them were quickly done, and three of them had the proof on their belly and hands. But as much as he wanted to, Eric’s orgasm was dry.

“Looks like by a score of two-to-one correct answers that Pete and Brent won that challenge!” the director said into the microphone. The scoreboard now showed $4,000 above their names.

Watching them jack off was too much for Clint, he needed to do it again. The chair he had used was gone, so he headed for the restroom at the back of the stage. He had never even thought about getting dressed again, in fact he didn’t even remember where his clothes were. He sat down on the seat and quickly brought himself to another excellent finish. As he was cleaning up his mess, he suddenly realized he’d seen boys do the very same thing in this room, and as he looked around it only took him a few minutes to spot two cameras. But it didn’t seem all that important to him at the time.

The director gave the boys a chance to cool off. The fresh snacks that were brought out only contained a very small amount of GHB, which would help them forget all of this. Then it was time for the final contest.

“For five thousand dollars, and the grand prize, the next challenge called PB&J. It works like this—we will coat your opponent’s penis with jelly, and you must clean it completely for 3 points. However, every time you bring your opponent to an orgasm, you loss a point. Then we’ll repeat it, only we’ll use peanut butter instead of jelly. Does anyone have a peanut allergy?” None of them did. “There is only one catch—you can only use your mouth to clean your opponent.”

By this point in the show boys almost never had any inhibition to doing what was essentially a blow job, and for those rare occasions when someone did object, they had a solution for that ready. However, these four not didn’t object, they seemed eager.

“Since Pete and Brent are in the lead, we’ll let them go first. Brent will be cleaning Eric’s penis while his brother does Roger. Then we’ll reverse it and after that change from the jelly to the peanut butter.”

Roger almost came just from having the jelly spread on his penis. As soon as Pete licked it, he did shoot. And he shot once more before his penis was cleaned of all the jelly. The worst part for Pete was he now had Roger’s cum in his mouth along with some jelly.

Brent did better with Eric, only bring him to orgasm once and he didn’t have to deal with cum. As a team, they had three points. Then it was time to switch.

Clint wished he could somehow take Roger and Eric’s place. Watching them clean his friends was a bit too much, and unaware that someone had directed a camera at him, he stood there and jacked off as he watched. In the back of his mind he was aware that he was approaching a record for number of jerk-off sessions in an hour, but it seemed okay considering what was going on in front of him.

Eric tried his best, but Brent was too excited and shot four times before Eric could finish. The scoring didn’t include negative numbers, but Eric still received no points. Roger had better luck with Pete and only made him cum once, so he got their total score of two points.

The stage hands again covered Roger and Eric’s dicks, this time with peanut butter. Pete and Brent found it much harder to clean, and just licking didn’t work, they actually had to take the peanut-covered penis into their mouths and suck on it. Even after all the orgasms Roger and Eric had had, they still had two more each, so Pete and Brent each got one point.

But when it was their turn, Roger and Eric found out just how much harder it was to clean, and thus they also brought Pete and Brent to two orgasms before getting their dicks clean.

“And the final score is five to four in favor of Pete and Brent,” the director said into the microphone. The scoreboard now showed $9,000 above their names and $3,500 above Roger and Eric’s names. The grand prize of $25,000 had not been added in, nor the signing bonus of $2,500 that had been promised.

“Now it’s time for a change of costumes for all four of you, and then we have a special treat for you. All of you go back to the dressing room, take a shower, and put on the next costume and we’ll be done soon.”

The company still had to produce a second game show, one that could be shown to parents. They knew they couldn’t send boys home with thousands of dollars and have the boys try to explain how they got it. The second show would be broadcast on another private internet channel, and lost money big time even though it had a much bigger audience. But because the boys were dressed the price to download the show was just five dollars an episode and parents could watch it for free.

The boys, still hopped up on the drugs, had some fun in the shower, and Clint even got his chance to give Brent and Eric blowjobs. He would have done Roger and Pete, but a stagehand told them to hurry up and get back on stage. They found speedo type swimming suits in the bin.

Out in back of the set was a pool, and they had various swimming competitions between the two teams, carefully scripted to match the winnings from the real game. After two hours in the pool, most of which had four boys with erections un-hidden by the speedos, they were done. The drugs were starting to wear off and the four boys (Five, counting Clint) were getting sleepy.

They were taken to three different rooms with cots and allowed to sleep for a few hours. Clint was in a room by himself. When they were woken, they were shown the swimming competition that had been filmed and told that the prize money would be sent to their parents along with a copy of the show they had produced.

They were all confused, all had some memory of other things, but accepted that they had entered a completion and won—in the case of Pete and Brent, a total of $36,500. But the staff knew that Clint would be the most confused. They had looked and knew he was a subscriber and that he had brought his friends in order to get paid for giving them a team. He had been dressed by the staff while he slept, and when it was time to wake him he was told the truth. Then it was explained to him that it was necessary to make the swim meet in order to justify the payments. He understood, and thought it was a great idea.

“But can I see the original show?” he asked. “I don’t remember anything about it. Somehow I thought I was even on the show.”

“No, you, like all our subscribers, will have to wait a few months before this airs. But you will enjoy it a lot, trust us.” He was re-united with Brent and Pete who now were sure they had just won a swimming competition, which was odd because neither of them were great swimmers. But the other team had been worse.

They were taken to the changing room since Pete and Brent were still dressed in just the speedos. They seemed reluctant to pull them off in order to get dressed.

“I remember something about hair,” Pete said. “That you have hair—you know, down there.”

“Yeah, I remember something like that too,” Brent said. “Must have been from when we changed before. And I do, see?” He overcame his modesty and pulled his suit down. His dick was nearly erect, and once again, Clint could only stare and wish he could remember.

Parents of all four boys were happy, especially with the prize money. They had to pay taxes, and Pete and Brent had to give 1% to Clint Brooke, but the rest was good. Their mothers never said a word about the obvious erections that all four boys displayed. And Pete and Brent got to go to the camp they wanted.

Clint was also very happy. He’d expected $3,000 and ended up with $7,335. He couldn’t remember how he got the extra four thousand, but he guessed that when he saw the show he’d figure it out.

A few months later, it aired. Unlike most episodes, this one was a hundred dollars to download. Clint couldn’t even watch it straight through because he needed to jerk off so much that he missed most of it. He had to pay to download it again. And then he saw what he missed the first time—himself naked. Jacking off in the chair. Jacking off in the bathroom. Jacking off on stage. And giving Brent and Eric a blowjob in the shower.

His phone rang, and it was the boy he knew from school who also subscribed to the private channel.

“Nice show Clint,” the boy said. “I take it you’re gay.”

There was no reason to deny it after watching the show. “Yeah, okay, I am. So what.”

“So, I am too. And I’d like to get with you and make our own little show. I’d love to see which of us can win the PB&J contest. You interested?”

It was the easiest question he’d ever had to answer. He knew how far he’d go.

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