Author's Note – This story was written last year on my patreon page as an `interactive story', meaning my patrons got to vote throughout the story on what happens next. The story is now being shared on Nifty for your enjoyment. Various parts have been added in together, and details of the votes and their outcomes have been left in for completion. The story on Patreon also included additional content and AI-generated non-explicit images of the characters, so if you want to see the full, complete version of the story, including pictures check out my patreon at patreon.com/matterotica
Please consider supporting Nifty. You can donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
If you wish to send any comments or feedback, you can contact me at matterotica@hotmail.co.uk but for now on with the Humiliation Games...
The Humiliation Games
CHAPTER 12
PART 23
"Demons and gentlemen, round of applause for yet another wonderful show by Tharukan," Esteban called out, leading the applause. "Safe to say you've done the Sinisterium proud, especially for a first timer!"
Tharukan briefly bowed his head at the cheering audience.
"And with that," Esteban continued as the cheering died down, "Brings us on to volunteer number twelve and the FINAL plebicile of this year's Humiliation Games!"
There was a collective groan from the audience.
"I know, I know," Esteban said, "Always very sad, but the fun is certainly far from over, even as we near the end of the first part of this year's activities! But for now, Team Trauxity have one more shot at wowing our wonderful, malevolent overlord. Ready for your final competitor, Team Trauxity?"
"We certainly are," Masted Sebastian said with a polite nod.
"Then let's do it," Esteban announced. "Bring on the final volunteer!"
As usual, the large screen flicked on, though this time they were met with a surprisingly different view... a pixelated world with a large, rectangular creature that promptly exploded. As the view started zooming in on the corner, the audience noticed a `picture-in-picture' of a young man and realised he was apparently streaming himself playing a video game. His bio card appeared alongside his livestream.
"In what I can only assume is some demonic influence towards the downfall of the human race, THIS is an actual job!" Esteban said, getting smirks from the crowd and a hearty laugh from many of the demons on stage. "This is Kit Henry, a... ugh... video game streamer!"
The twenty-one-year-old man was sat in a desk chair, focused on the game he was playing as he talked to the camera. His shaggy brown hair was a little messy, mostly held in place by the headphones over his head, while he was dressed in a large blue hoodie and jeans.
"There's surprisingly little to tell about Kit. As you'll see from his card, he's a neurotic mess and completely obsessed with his online following, which I'm sure are two TOTALLY unrelated things!" Esteban said, pausing as he got another snigger. "Anyway, let's keep the show rolling and start the timer for Team Trauxity's FINAL deliberation!"
The five-minute timer appeared on-screen as Master Sebastian began to confer with Buth'Taloz, Dazallan and Dave.
"Whadda you think?" Master Ezekiel asked as he eyed the conferring team suspiciously. "Something was definitely up with their last humiliation. Dazallan certainly didn't seem as... potent as I'd been led to believe he has been in the past!"
Gokothon, who had mostly been at odds with his team so far throughout the event shared a glance with his teammates and got a nod back before he growled, "Watch your mouth, HUMAN. You may be leader of your house and this team, but you would do well to remember your place."
"I was only thinking of the win!" Master Ezekiel said a little defensively.
"Understandable, given the stakes," Zorren said slightly diplomatically. "But question the ability or potence of any of my brethren again and you may find House Faularry experiencing some TRUE humiliations!"
"Ones you may not survive!" Gokothon growled.
Master Ezekiel just nodded timidly, his usual bravado melted away with the realisation he had crossed a line with the demonic competitors. While his position gave him a place amongst the higher beings for events such as this, he could sometimes forget everything he and his house had come from the good will of the demons. He remained silent as the timer ticked down to zero.
"Well, for the last time this year, it's over to you, Sebastian," Esteban said as the audience sat in eager anticipation.
"Thank you, Esteban, and a round of applause for our wonderful MC everyone!" Master Sebastian said, leading some applause.
"Suck-up," Master Ezekiel muttered angrily.
"Well then, let's start off our ideas this time with last round's winner, Lord Dazallan of Cirramir," Master Sebastian introduced his teammate.
"Kit, it appears, like many of his fellow game streamers, enjoys the generosity of his viewers in the form of a gift wishlist. Being a rather... attractive young man, sometimes those gifts can get a little explicit," Dazallan explained. "While Kit often laughs off these more suggestive gifts, I'd like to give him a gentle nudge and encourage him to... experiment with them a little! Of course, not everyone who sends a gift is a friend, and one of his gifts may include a little... surprise!"
"Oh, keeping it cryptic to the very end!" Master Sebastian said with a smile, though he knew fully well what the demon had planned. "And next, it's my eternal pleasure to present Lord Buth'Taloz, Bringer of Ruin!"
"Thank you, Sebastian," Buth'Taloz said as he stepped forward for his suggestion. "Kit still lives with his parents, despite his online success, but he also lives with his younger brother who is... well, let's just say... NOT a fan. While he's never gone out of his way to actively harm Kit's online presence, all it would take is one particularly nasty argument and the world could come to see that there is no pettiness quite like that between siblings. I would have Kit's entire online world come crashing down around him with help of eighteen-year-old Jacob!"
"Wonderful, wonderful!" Master Sebastian said happily as Buth'Taloz moved back. "And last but by no means least... Dave the Demon!"
"Ah, Kit," Dave said, shaking his head as he glanced round and up at the screen. "So desperate for attention. Well you know by now I'm a very... giving soul," he said with a grin as the audience laughed. "I'm simply proposing a simple deal with Kit to give him exactly what he wants – to make him famous! Of course, fame comes in many forms and the little idiot is absolutely stupid enough to make a wonderfully vague deal to get it! I'm sure you can all imagine the sort of thing I could do with that!"
The audience applauded the popular and enigmatic adviser as he returned to his seat.
"And there we go. Our last batch of options for now!" Esteban announced. "So what's it to be? Dazallan's sinister sex toy, Buth'Taloz's belligerent brother or Dave's dastardly deal? Cast your votes now please!"
VOTING OPTIONS AND RESULTS
-
Kit gives in to temptation and tries out some of the more explicit gifts he has received – 29%
-
Kit's brother Jacob disrupts his online empire with a little humiliation – 43%
-
Kit accepts a deal from Dave to make him more famous – 29%
NOTE: This part is a little shorter than others. On the patreon version, the story runs alongside a separate window showing online chat from Kit's spectators as they watch his humiliation. Unfortunately it can't be shown on here, but hopefully you can still enjoy the story.
PART 24
"Well that's where I'm gonna leave it tonight, guys," Kit said with a smirk as he glanced at the `You Died' screen on his monitor. "Safe to say that idea went exactly as badly as we all expected it would! Anyway, if you're new here, check out my links below. Follow, subscribe, comment, it's all appreciated. I'll be back with a new YouTube video tomorrow and then back here Friday night for another livestream where I'll be trying the zombie survival mod... and I reckon we all know how THAT'S gonna end! Buh bye for now!"
As Kit ended the livestream, he let out a long slow sigh. The persona he put on in his streams and videos wasn't really false per se, but it was absolutely an exaggerated version of himself, and the constant cheerfulness was absolutely exhausting. He glanced at his follower count, which always re-energised him. He had passed 2 million a few months back, which had been a target milestone for so long, but almost the moment he hit it, his mind jumped straight to `I wonder how soon I can hit 3 million?' And just like that, the joy he felt was replaced by all-consuming thoughts of what was next.
He slumped back mindlessly in his seat as he completed his usual post-stream routine with checking all his socials for important messages and obsessively studying latest viewing figures and subscriber counts. By the time he got up to leave his room, he was exhausted and cranky and, without the need for pretence, was happy to let it show. As he stepped out into the hallway, headed towards the bathroom for his evening shower, he let out a grunt at the sight of his little brother coming up the stairs.
"Evening," Jacob said casually. He had not been home long and was still dressed in his football kit from the evening's practice.
Kit rolled his eyes at his brother. Their relationship was complicated. They didn't really hate each other, but it was absolutely a stretch to call them friends. Kit always found Jacob annoying because he felt like the eighteen-year-old was undeniably their parents' favourite. As far as they were concerned, Jacob was the normal' one, as his main hobby was football, which they could actually understand. Kit's hobbies, mostly computer-based, had always been deemed a waste of time' or `not good for you'. Nothing Kit ever did seemed to be good enough, while golden boy Jacob was celebrated for the smallest of things. Jacob had been on a team that had come second in a local tournament which had apparently earned more praise than Kit hitting 2 million followers.
"Whatever. Hope you enjoyed your sportball bollocks," Kit said disdainfully.
"Don't forget to like and subscribe to my page at fuck-off-at-kits-a-twat-dot-com!" Jacob replied angrily.
"That's an email address not a page, you brain-dead twat!" Kit scowled before disappearing into the bathroom.
Jacob froze in place for a moment, briefly considering kicking the bathroom door open to punch his cunt of a brother in the face. Their arguments had been gradually escalating over the years and Jacob flipped back and forth between righteous anger and genuine sympathy. Easy as it was to write Kit off as an anti-social arsehole, Jacob had known him his whole life and he genuinely believed that wasn't who his big brother was. Kit just never seemed happy. Even when he was happy, it only ever seemed temporary, before he'd start stressing over when he needed to post his next video or what new content to create next. His online life had taken over and his real life was absolutely suffering for it.
Jacob had considered ways to try and help his brother before, but in his darker moments he had thought about the same thing but for much nastier reasons. When Kit was at his worst, he was absolutely vile and Jacob had spent many nights plotting revenge for things his big brother had done or said to him or his friends or his parents. He had never had the nerve to follow through though. He had the plan, he had the tools, he had everything he needed, except the will to go through with it... until now.
Jacob felt strange for a moment, a strange sensation washing over him as he saw the briefest flash of light. "You're going down," Jacob growled as he glanced at the bathroom door, then turned his gaze to the door to Kit's room.
Kit stood under the spray of the shower motionless. He had finished showering a couple of minutes ago but he didn't want to get out. Showering was the one time in his day when he could leave his devices behind and just be completely offline, and today he didn't want it to end. Eventually, if only to sate his crippling FOMO, he got out and dried off before wrapping the towel around his waist to head back to his bedroom.
"Twat," he muttered as he passed the door to Jacob's room.
As soon as he got into his room, he checked his phone. It was both a relief and an annoyance to find no notifications. Tossing his phone down, he pulled his towel off and tossed it onto his chair. Tilting his head one way then the other, Kit reached up, stretching to loosen himself up. He had spent all day at his desk and he was really feeling it now. He took a few moments, stretching in various poses.
Stepping across the room, he stood looking at himself in the mirror for a few moments. "Fuck, you look like shit!" he muttered to himself. He let his hand roam his chest for a few moments. "You're getting fat," he complained quietly as his hand grasped at a pectoral, even though there was virtually nothing to take hold of. Letting his hand slide down to his flat stomach, it was joined by his other one as he rubbed what he was as bloatedness, though to anyone observing he looked fine. Better than fine. Good!
"Ugh," he groaned as he turned to the side to try and get a view of his butt. "No wonder you're alone," he grumbled under his breath as he continued to look at himself.
Taking another brief look, he quickly turned away rather than actually thinking about the rest of himself. It was confusing as he did know, based on the many thirsty comments from his followers, that a lot of people thought he was hot, but he never believed them. They were just pathetic sycophants. He knew no sane person could look at him and genuinely find him attractive.
Flopping down into his bed, he pulled one of his pillows to the side and wrapped himself around it, cuddling it tightly. For a brief moment it wasn't a pillow, it was a person. He didn't know who. They didn't have a name or a face or even a gender, it was just someone who he could hold and who would hold him back. Someone who didn't care that he still wasn't at 3 million followers yet, someone who didn't care how ugly he was, someone who could just look past all the bullshit and just love him.
Kit let out a sigh, then pulled the pillow up a little as he rolled onto his side to face it. "You... really think I'm cute?" he asked softly. "I... think you're... really hot too!" he said to the imaginary person, then leaned in to kiss them. He lay making out for a few moments, imagining arms holding him back and lips pressed against his own.
Continuing for several moments, Kit eventually pulled out of the fictional kiss and glanced down at his dick as he rolled onto his back. "Sorry about that," he apologised with a shy chuckle to the pillow person, "You just... really turn me on. Do I... turn you on too?"
Letting his eyes close for a moment, Kit's hand slid down his body and took hold of his dick, giving the modest tumescence a quick squeeze. He wished he had more to play with, but obsessive googling had revealed to him that five inches was actually average, not small, so it was enough.
"Maybe we could... jerk each other off!" Kit said awkwardly, still lost in the fantasy. Though he had not imagined the person with any specifics, the suggestion of jerking each other off turned the imagined person instantly male. Kit wasn't gay. Not officially. He had never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend so it was hard to be sure, but many of his fantasies and solo sexual activities had certainly leaned more towards interest in males, though females certainly had their place too. Realistically he knew he was probably bisexual, but for tonight he was with a man, who he now imagined at his side, equally naked and hard as they cautiously took hold of each other's dicks. Sadly the only hand actually touching Kit's erection was his own.
"Ah yeah, that's good, just like that," Kit moaned happily as he stroked himself in place of his imagined partner. "Am I... doing it good?" he asked as he fantasised jerking off the other man. "Thanks," he said happily as he imagined a positive response. He nestled slightly against the pillow at his side, resting his head on its fictional shoulder.
Kit was in no rush to finish. He laid there stroking casually, enjoying the contact with the body at his side, the closeness of the mutual masturbation... the feeling of not being alone. The goal wasn't to cum, it was simply to be together.
Holding back as he felt himself starting to get close to cumming, Kit let go of his dick and leaned over to kiss the pillow once again. As he pulled away, he said softly, "You... really wanna do more?" He paused to get the imagined response then grinned and said, "Okay!"
Kit jumped up from his bed and started rummaging through his wardrobe, digging out the items he kept hidden in there. He pulled out a large dildo and tossed it back onto the bed then continued searching.
Next he pulled out a large fleshlight which he threw onto the bed too before taking one more dive into his messy possessions to dig out a small bottle of lubricant.
"I'll do you first, then you do me," Kit said with a chuckle, knowing how silly the conversation was but still enjoying the concept. He knelt down beside his bed and placed the pillow there to simulate a lap, then held the dildo onto it, mimicking an actual erection.
"Oh, you're... so big!" Kit gasped as he looked up. He wished there was someone there looking down at him, maybe with a reassuring smile or a kind, "Don't choke yourself on it, I want you to enjoy it too!"
Alas he remained alone. Glancing at the dildo, he leaned forward to give it a gentle lick, then sniggered and said, "Oh, you like that!" He gave the tool a few more licks, starting just above the fake balls then right up to the bulbous head. "You taste good, baby!" he mumbled before taking the dick into his mouth. He started pleasuring the silicone phallus, putting skills that had only even been done as practice to use.
After a few minutes, he pulled up and said, "Nuh-uh, don't cum yet. We got more to do. First, it's my turn!"
Excitedly taking the pillow's place as he sat on the side of the bed, he squeezed some lube into the fleshlight, smearing a little around the opening before pressing the fake lips that surrounded the opening against his shaft. Sliding it up and down, he moaned happily as he called out, "You like licking it, do you? Yeah, keep doing that, baby!"
Moving the fleshlight up and down his shaft with one hand, he leaned back on the other and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation as he allowed himself to believe it was a real mouth for a few moments. Eventually too horny to take any more, he pressed the silicone lips against the tip of his cock and felt himself begin to slide inside.
"Ugh, your mouth feels so good!" Kit moaned dreamily. "Ah yeah, take all of it, baby!" he said as he slid his full length inside it.
Kit flopped back onto the bed as he pumped away slowly at his dick with the fleshlight. "Ahh, babe, you're so good at that!" he gasped happily. "Yeah, lick the head, lick the head, ahh yeah!"
After a few pleasurable minutes, he pulled the fleshlight away and gasped, "Ugh, fuck I was so close, but... you... what? You wanna fuck me? I... I've never... done that before! Just... be gentle, please!"
Kit was still fantasising with the comment, but it was technically true. He had never been fucked before, whether by a real cock or a fake one. He had slipped a finger or two inside himself many times, but the dildo laying on the bed had only ever been touched or licked or stroked as part of his masturbatory shenanigans. He reached out and took hold of it shakily, then squeezed some lube onto it before massaging it all over. As he moved onto all fours, he reached back with his lube-covered fingers to apply some to his hole.
"Ahh yeah, ahh fuck, yeah, finger me, finger me," he gasped as he slipped first one finger inside himself and then a second.
Looking back over his shoulder, he still couldn't picture the person he was with, but he knew they were smiling at him, offering silent reassurance they would be gentle.
Holding the dildo to his hole, he started pushing it inside himself. As he felt his hole stretch to let the thick tool begin to enter him, he let out a shuddery moan. He pulled it back out and said, "Yeah, that was okay, you can go further!"
He pushed the dildo into himself again, this time a little deeper.
He repeated the gesture, pulling out gently. As good as the fake cock felt inside him, he was getting just as much enjoyment from the imagined care and attention its owner was giving him as he considerately worked deeper and deeper inside him.
"Ah, oh, oh fuck, I think... that's as far as I can take it," Kit moaned when it was five inches deep. Thinking about how it was the equivalent of his own cock let him feel he had taken enough. "Now fuck me," he pleaded as he dropped his face to the bed as moved his other hand back to stroke his dick. "Fuck me and make me cum, baby!"
With his butt in the air, the dildo sliding in and out of him and his hand working up and down his cock as he held it down between his splayed legs, Kit eagerly worked himself into a frenzy. The feeling of the dildo inside him was intense and his stroking was as expert as it could be after ten years of pleasuring himself, but it remained the thought of having someone with him that truly turned him on as he sped towards an orgasm.
"Oh god, oh god, of fuck!" Kit gasped as he grew closer to release. The fantasy was suddenly forgotten as he pulled the dildo out and tossed it aside as he rolled onto his back, gave his dick the final few strokes and began to shower himself with spunk. Whimpering as the intense release ripped through him, he eventually dropped his hand away as the orgasm reached its end and he laid helplessly exhausted and spent.
Raising his head to glance down at his body, spattered with thick globs of white goo, he reached for one and scooped it up. Watching it for a moment, he raised it to his mouth and let it drip in, swallowing it down. He repeated it with every spatter of cum from his torso before licking his hand clean. He sat up, still catching his breath a little, feeling slutty for having swallowed his own load but satisfied at the thought of how much it pleased his imaginary partner.
He stood and gave his body and face a quick wipe the with still-damp towel then moved aside his sex toys ready to be cleaned next time he could sneak them safely to the bathroom, then flopped down once more on his bed.
"Huh!" he grunted as he picked up his phone. He had a lot of notifications, but he hadn't heard his phone go off once. "Why's it on silent?" he asked nobody in particular before turning sound back on.
It took barely a few seconds of looking at the plethora of messages for Kit to catch on to why he had so many notifications. Looking over at his desk in abject horror, he could see the `broadcasting' light was lit on his main camera... he had done the entire thing, streamed live on Twitch!
"Oh my fucking god!" Kit gasped as he leapt across the room to turn the camera off. How could this have happened? Turning on his computer, he quickly scrolled up through the messages, trembling as he saw the running commentary on what he had done. They had seen everything! Suddenly the page logged out as he got a notification of an email. Opening it up, he found an email advising him that his account had now been permanently banned for streaming explicit content!
"FUCK!" he yelped, distraught by the ban, then he remembered his streams were set to auto-update onto other sites after they ended. Quickly flicking to some other tabs in his browser he realised he was too late... it was already spreading!
Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed. The full story, along with bonus content and exclusives, at patreon.com/matterotica or be back here soon for the next humiliation.
If you wish to read any of my other stories, please see below for links and for any comments or feedback, you can contact me at matterotica@hotmail.co.uk
The Kingswood Saga
Tales from Kingswood (Book 1)– https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/
Half-Term at Kingswood (Book 1 bonus story) – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/half-term-at-kingswood/
The Kingswood Eight (Book 2) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-kingswood-eight/
A Very Kingswood Easter (Book 2 bonus story) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/a-very-kingswood-easter/
The Kingswood Effect (Book 3) - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-kingswood-effect/
The Benny Saga (in reading order)
Benny Takes Control – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/
The Dangers of Desire – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/
Benny's House – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/
Other Series
Possession – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/
Jack Hamilton – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/
Phil's Naked Adventures – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/phils-naked-adventures/
One-shots
The Art of Seduction – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction
Jake's Exposure – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure
Becoming an Internet Master – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master
Brian's Big Mistake – http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake
And Then It Got Worse – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse
Missed Opportunity – https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/missed-opportunity
There's a Naked Alfie in the Garden - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/theres-a-naked-alfie-in-the-garden