Chapter 2 - The Hot Room

Today was the day when we unveiled the new extensions to our labyrinth. It was entirely located underground, alongside the subway network and the city's modern sewer systems. It was a great investment for our company because eventually people would get tired of buying slaves for the same old purposes and would ask for more. This was a great way to keep our audience interested and a great way to occupy some of our extra slaves that we didn't need for anything else.


We had gathered all the slaves who qualified for the labyrinth run in one room located at the beginning of the labyrinth. There were 40 slaves in the room. It was a fairly small room, about the same size a large bedroom. The floor was a mechanical floor that could be lowered and raised to access the labyrinth. We had about 15 minutes left before the race started. The slaves had 72 hours to reach the end, which would be fairly easy. Only the first 20 to reach the end would be accepted, the others would be locked inside the labyrinth and those who had finished would then have to hunt them down and kill them. They would be given a weapon of their choice and would have to bring back a body part of the person they killed. Those who don't bring a body part will be hanged. Everything will be filmed and streamed online, some of it for free with advertisements and some of it for subscribers only.

Kata and I were watching them through the ceiling that was made of metal bars from a catwalk positioned right above the room. The room itself was very hot, about 55 degrees C, because of the powerful lights that illuminated it and the lack of proper ventilation. The spot where Kata and I were standing was pretty chill in comparison and both of us were comfortable with our sweaters.

They all had their hands tied behind their backs with zip ties and some were struggling and trying to break free. Most of them were too skinny to do it, and anyway if they did, they would still be stuck in that cage. We didn't allow our slaves to reach a body fat percentage above 19 and we only allowed them to do body building after they were bought, depending on how muscular the customers wanted them, so most of them were fairly weak.

One of the slaves who was kneeling on the floor complained: 

It's too fucking hot, can you turn off those lights?

No, they're still working on the lighting and they need them on so that they can keep adjusting them. Quit bitching.


36 of them made it to the final qualification, but 4 of them were injured during the trial run and their injuries meant that it was pointless to let them run in the competition, so we decided to execute them by hanging them before it started. All the slaves were aged between 18 and 30.

The four of them were standing on little wooden stools in the middle of the room, each having a noose attached to their necks. The ropes were attached to the metal bars of the ceiling of the room. They were aged between 18 and 27, all completely naked except for their briefs, same as all the other slaves. There were two young ones, aged 18 one with long hair that reached his nipples and another one with slightly less long hair that only went down to his shoulders who was wearing glasses. Both were extremely skinny. The other two were a bit older, one was 23 and the other was 27. The oldest one was more muscular than the others and his body was covered in tattoos. He also had shorter hair than the others. He was much calmer and was standing much straighter on his stool, with his head facing straight ahead. The second oldest had a huge erection that he was awkwardly trying to hide pointlessly. 

Kata yelled at him: 

Nice cock!

The older one smiled.

The other 36 were all kneeling around them with their hands tied behind their backs.

The young one with the long hair was missing an ear and all four fingers of his left hand as well as his thumb on his right hand.

The young guy with the shorter hair was missing his left eye and had a bandage around his head that covered his missing eye. The left lens of his glasses was missing and the damaged frame was barely keeping the glasses on his face.

The older guy had injured his knee really badly and it would be too complicated to fix. And because he was already old we weren't really interested in trying anyway.

The 23 year old guy couldn't move his left arm due to nerve damage.


The two young guys were both extremely nervous and their teeth were chattering. The guy with the long hair wasn't saying anything and was breathing heavily with his mouth open. He was looking down and his hair was partly hiding his face.

Keep your head up, people are going to want to see your face when you hang.

He raised his head and shook it slightly from left to right to throw his hair away from his face. This got him the attention of many of the slaves in the room, who were now staring at him.

What? What are you looking at?

One of the slaves kneeling in front of him responded:

We just want to see you hang.

He blushed and gritted his teeth:

Fuck you.

Try to put up a good show for us.

I could get off this stool and fuck you up.

I decided to intervene:

Stay where you are and shut the fuck up.

The other slave smiled as the guy with the long hair impotently clenched his remaining fingers into a fist and sneered angrily.


Half the slaves were looking down and the other half were staring at the four injured ones, eagerly awaiting their execution and watching them squirm while they were waiting. Their bodies were doused in sweat due to the heat and glossing under the lights. The sweat beaded off their bodies and fell onto the mechanical floor.

One slave who was at the back was apparently so thirsty that he moved forward towards the guy kneeling in front of him and started licking the sweat off his back to alleviate his thirst. He was one of the younger ones and had straight dark hair that went down to his shoulders. The guy in front of him had a shaved head. They both had very pale skin. He seemed really thirsty. He bent down all the way down to the other guy's butt and pushed his briefs down with his chin and shoved his head in-between his legs so he could lick the sweat off his testicles. Kata nudged me:

Hey look, that guy is really thirsty.

Yeah I saw him.

He lifted his head and kept licking his skin, this time he ran his tongue up the side of his torso and drank the sweat that was coming out of his armpits. Others saw them and started doing the same. The guy in front turned around and whispered “I'm thirsty too” in the other guy's face. He shoved him against the wall with his head and also licked the sweat from his left armpit, all the way down to his briefs. He then moved his head to the other side and licked the sweat from the right one. After licking enough sweat, he looked up:

Turn around.


The guy with the long hair turned around and faced the wall. The other guy poked his head against his back, then bit his briefs and pulled them down with his teeth. He then started licking the sweat off his butt, then shoved his tongue in his butt crack and lapped the sweat off it. The other guy interjected:

Can I turn around?

Wait, just a second.

With his face buried between his butt cheeks, he reached for his testicles with his tongue and lapped the sweat off them.

I'm going to turn around.

Okay...


He pulled his briefs up with his teeth. The guy with the longer hair clumsily pushed himself against the wall to turn himself around, with his hands still tied behind his back. The other guy straightened his back and they were now both facing each other on their knees. The guy with the shaved head pushed himself against him, still thirsty and desirous and was breathing in the other guy's face. The guy with the longer hair looked at him:

There's a way to get much more liquid to drink. 

He pointed down with his eyes and the other guy immediately took the cue and bent down. He pulled his briefs down with his teeth and looked up.

Put in in your mouth.

He put his half erect penis in his mouth and waited for the liquid to be released down his throat. Both of them were starting to breathe more excitedly. The guy with the longer hair closed his eyes and exhaled deeply as he discharged all his urine into the other guy's mouth. The guy with the shaved head swallowed everything quietly.

As he finished peeing, the guy with the shaved head looked up and uttered a questioning sound with his mouth still full, as if asking the other guy if there was more.

Hold on, there's still some more.

He took a deep breath and finished peeing, and then exhaled.

Okay, I'm finished.


He pulled the dick out of his mouth and licked the few last droplets at the tip. He licked some of the sweat off his balls and then raised his head to the level of the other guy:

You want to taste it?

Yeah.

The guy with the shaved head pushed him against the wall and placed his mouth against his. The other guy then inserted his tongue into his mouth and started licking his tongue to taste all the pee and sweat off it. The guy with the shaved head responded by forcing his tongue into the other guy's mouth so as to push the taste onto his tongue. Both of them moaned in excitement and kept kissing each other for at least a minute.


The guy with the longer hair then tilted his head to the left so as to free himself from the kiss and untangled his mouth from his. The guy with the shaved hair instinctively couldn't stop and kept his mouth active by licking his cheek and working his way up to bite his earlobe:

You were right, it does taste good.

The other guy kept moaning down his neck.

Do you think there might be a way that I could taste more of it?

With his head still buried down his neck, he nodded his head as kept licking his skin. He then raised his head and pressed his forehead against his to keep his mouth at distance and stop himself from involuntarily starting to kiss him again:

Yeah, I think there might be a way.


Still breathing heavily in his face, he pointed down with his eyes after saying that and the guy with the long hair excitedly lowered his head.

He also lowered his underwear with his teeth, but the other guy had a much bigger dick and his was much more erect. His eyes widened as he saw the huge cock and he licked his lips as he tried to figure out how he would put it in his mouth. Other slaves were pushing against them because they were taking up too much space, so the guy with the shaved head finally just pushed his cock inside his mouth and the other guy just swallowed as much of it as he could and waited patiently for him to discharge his pee into him. They had to make due with only a tiny bit of space so as to not annoy the other slaves and had to squeeze themselves into a tiny corner in the room.

Finally the guy with the shaved head exhaled and peed down his throat. The other guy had his eyes closed and drank everything compliantly. The guy with the long hair looked up as if asking for permission to get up but the other one shook his head.

No, stay there, just a little more.

He looked down again and kept his cock deep inside his mouth. The other guy shook his hips a little to push the last bit of pee and then gently pulled his cock out of his face. The guy with the long hair licked the sweat off his balls and between his legs and then raised his head to the other guy's level, licking the fresh sweat off his torso starting from the base of his penis all the way up to his chin on his way up. As their faces met, the guy with the shaved head pushed his body against his into the corner:

Thank you.


The other guy was breathing heavily.

Don't swallow. I let you taste yours, let me taste mine.

The guy with the long hair opened wide and stuck his tongue out. The other guy shoved his face into his and breathed heavily into his mouth. He bit his lower lip as he smelled the pee off his tongue and then took a lick of it. He then sucked his tongue into his mouth as the other guy just leaned against the wall and let him play with it. After sucking it for a while, he let go of it and whispered something to him:

You've got something on your face.

What?

The guy with the shaved head spat on his face and covered it completely in saliva. He spat again.

There, let me lick it off.


As he licked the spit off his face, the other guy's penis grew fully erect. Long strings of precum were dropping from their cocks onto their legs and on the floor. Their cocks twitched each time they hit each other. Because their hands were tied behind their backs and they didn't have any room for themselves, they tried pleasing each other by pressing their bellies together and putting their cocks and balls in between as they did, squeezing them and crushing them together.

The young guy standing on the stool with the shorter hair and the missing eye commented:

Get a room, for fuck's sake.

With his back turned against him and his hands still tied behind his back, the guy with the shaved head pointed his two middle fingers at him and kept crushing his cock against the other guy's and kissing him passionately.


The guy with the shaved hair squeezed the other guy into the corner to the point where he almost made him uncomfortable. For a moment, the other guy tried to speak out, but he locked his mouth into his and shoved his tongue deep inside his mouth to shut him up and left him no room to fight back. The other guy surrendered and started pressing his own cock against his and thrusting his pelvis in synchronization with him.

Eventually, they got the hang of it and as they got better at it and managed to squeeze more pleasure out of it, they started thrusting harder and were crushing their cocks and balls together more and more intensely. As the guy with the longer hair became more compliant and was also helping him reach orgasm, the other guy let go of his mouth and let him breathe freely. They were now panting in each other's faces, breathing each other's warm breath.

The guy with the shaved head murmured into his ear:

Don't stop until we both cum.

The other guy had to struggle to form a coherent response:

Y-yeah...

He tried not to speak too much so as to not accidentally say something stupid and ruin their fun.


Their entire bodies were utterly soaked. From time to time they tried to catch some of the sweat coming out of each other's armpits with their tongues but their bodies were so deeply riveted into one another that they seemed to have almost lost control of what they were doing.

Spit into my face again.

The guy with the shaved head accumulated enough spit in his mouth, then spat it all at him and enveloped his entire face and chest in saliva. He passionately licked it all off as more and more precum was dripping off their cocks.


The other slaves weren't paying too much attention to what those two were doing. Many were also licking sweat off their companions but not many were as enthusiastic as they were about it.

I talked to Kata:

There's always two fags that fall in love with each other at the start of the labyrinth. Usually it's the ones who know that they have no chance of winning and just want to die having fun.

Kata didn't really seem to care and instead made a dumb observation:

The mechanical floor will drop underneath their feet and they'll hang anyway, so why the stools?

Gives us something to watch before the actual show starts, don't you like that?

I'm more interested in watching the others try to complete the labyrinth.

All right, be patient. Our polling shows that our viewers want to see them hang too.


The youngest one to be executed with the longer hair looked around and spoke:

Can I just hang myself now?

Wait until the broadcast starts, people are going to want to see you dance at the end of that rope.

Ugh, this is taking forever...

The older one calmed him down.

It's going to start soon, stop complaining.

He was the only one of the four who wasn't freaking out about this, as he just patiently stood on his stool with his legs pressed together. 

I decided to throw in my little comment:

Good boy.

He looked at me and smiled sarcastically and then turned his head forward again.


The guy with the long hair was getting impatient:

Are the ropes going to snap our necks and kill us?

No, we made them short so that it would be more fun to watch.

The same slave who was making fun of him earlier commented again:

We want to see you throw those sexy legs around.

This time the guy with the long hair just ignored him and kept his head up.


The voice of the director of the show rang out from a loudspeaker just above the ceiling:

The stream will start in 30 seconds, there will be an intro and presentation and after one minute, we'll switch over to you.

Kata nonchalantly responded:

Cool.


I broke the silence 30 seconds later:

All right, the show has started, you guys are on in one minute.

As I said that, little wet patches appeared on the underwear of the 4 guys who were being hanged. They tried to hold their pee at first but quickly gave up and just let it all out. We all waited silently for the show to start and watched them pee their pants. We could hear the pee hitting the fabric of their underwear as it then poured down their legs and hit the seats of their stools, and then finally dripped onto the puddles that formed underneath them.

The pee sprayed a little onto the guys who were kneeling close to them. The feeling of being sprayed by a liquid in that unbearable heat seemed to please them and one of the guys kneeling wormed forward and started licking the pee and sweat off the legs of the younger guy with the long hair. Some of the other guys then imitated them and started licking the legs and feet of the other guys and were lapping the pee off the floor and stools with their tongues.


Finally the cameras switched on and showed the four guys standing on their stools.

All right, hang yourselves now.

The youngest one exhaled in relief:

Ugh, finally!


He clumsily kicked his stool and started dancing at the end of his rope. The others quickly did the same. First, the tattooed guy, then the guy with the boner and finally the guy with the long hair. The guy with the tattoos was the fittest and most muscular so he was kicking his legs around much more vigorously than the other three, but the youngest ones also had a lot of life in them and pretty much all the muscles in their bodies were pushing against their skin and twitching as the ropes slowly crushed the life out of them.

The guy with the boner ejaculated what looked like a really big load in his underwear. As his belly and legs spasmed while he orgasmed, his dick poked out of the left leg hole of his briefs, shooting more cum that ran down his leg. Kata was watching him:

That guy's cock is so sexy. It won't even fit in his briefs.

See? I told you you would like it.


As he orgasmed, his entire body convulsed violently, so much that it lifted the sweat off his body into a thin cloud that surrounded him like it was his aura and shined under the light. Briefly after, he simmered down and only produced a few involuntarily intermittent spasms here and there.

I looked at Kata:

He's one of those guys who fall asleep after orgasming.

Kata smiled.


The younger guy with the long hair was swinging himself at the end of the rope and trying to catch the tattooed guy with his legs to try and hang onto him and save himself. Because the tattooed guy was kicking so vigorously, he had trouble catching him and his first few attempts failed, as his legs kept missing him. Eventually he caught him but this time his legs slipped on his sweaty skin. He stomped the air in frustration with both of his feet.

I yelled at him:

Keep going, you almost have him!

Finally after a few more attempts he managed to reach him and wrapped his legs around his waist.

Good job!


Even though he was impatient to die earlier, now that he could feel the life escaping his body, he desperately tried to cling onto it. With what little strength he had left and thanks to the little break he got from hanging onto the older guy, he managed to suck some air into his lungs with the rope crushing his neck and bought himself a few more moments of life, but the older guy still had a lot of strength in him and was still kicking and the sweat on his body meant that his skin was too slippery for him to hold onto with what little energy he had, so his legs slowly slipped down until eventually it took him too much effort to hold onto him and just let him go and went back to kicking on his own.

This time, he didn't have enough energy to try and catch him so he just gave up and resigned to just channeling his remaining life force into spasming and kicking uselessly at the end of his rope.


The other young guy was dancing much more weakly, but steadily maintained his rhythm and wouldn't die down, unlike the others who seemed to use up all their energy too hurriedly.

The older guy was still kicking powerfully and vigorously, his tattooed muscular body refusing to let go without a good fight. As the other three weakened, all eyes were on him as we all watched him tenaciously fight death. He and the young guy with the shorter hair were the only ones who were still dancing, and we now waited to see who would be the first to give in, as the slaves on the floor were now getting ready to start the labyrinth run.

The two guys who were having sex in the corner didn't seem to care about either the labyrinth or the hangings and were still pushing their cocks against each other and looked like they would orgasm soon.


The mechanical floor slowly started to descend towards the lower level, and the slaves were now worming towards the wall that faced the labyrinth on their knees. The wall would be lowered in about one minute and the race would then begin. The slaves were all pushing each other to be the first at the wall as they anxiously waited for the start.

The two guys who were having sex finally orgasmed and sprayed their cum all over their bellies, as they both screamed euphorically and spasmed uncontrollably. Cum kept pouring out of their cocks as they kept pressing them together to squeeze out every drop that they could.


The young guy with the short hair had now stopped dancing and the only one still moving was the older guy, and I congratulated him:

Good job dude, you are number one.

He kicked his muscular legs a few more times and then turned completely limp.

The two lovebirds down on the floor were now lying on their side and licking the cum off each other's bellies.

The voice on the loudspeaker sounded off:

Labyrinth opens in twenty seconds.


The slaves were pushing and shoving each other against the wall, trying to be as close as they could to it when it opened.

Ten seconds.

Everyone was breathing heavily and many of the slaves peed themselves.

The labyrinth is now open.


The wall slowly dropped and the slaves stepped on each other to jump over it and be the first to enter it. In about five seconds, they had all jumped over the wall and had started racing each other, except the two guys in the corner who were now just cuddling and whispering sweet words into each other's ears and the four guys who were now all hanging lifelessly from the ceiling.

Kata looked at me:

So what happens to these two now?

Nothing. They'll probably stay here and have sex and then they'll be hunted down at the end and killed.

Cool.