Time to eat.

After the fuck session he just had, Akash is starving. "Dude," he breathed, "that was insane. But all that fucking has made me hungry, lets eat something."

"Glad you had fun," Trey said, picking up the heavy, leather-bound menu. He handed one to Akash. "Order whatever you want. Price is no object."

They flipped through the pages, looking at pictures of fancy steaks and complicated seafood dishes that cost more than their old weekly allowances combined. As they neared the back, something caught Trey's eye. On the final page, under a dramatic, flame-theme font, was an advertisement.

***

The Velvet Inferno Challenge

Think you can handle the heat? Test your limits with the ultimate culinary trial at The Velvet Lounge.

The Challenge:

Order a full plate of our signature Hellfire Chicken Wings, crafted with a punishing blend of ghost peppers, habaneros, and our top-secret lounge spice extract.

The Reward:

If you can finish the entire plate unassisted, your entire meal is completely on the house.

The Rules of the Flame:

- You must finish every single wing on the plate down to the bone.

- No sharing, no outside help, and absolutely no dairy or water until the plate is completely clean.

- A liability waiver must be signed before taking your first bite.

Ask your server to enter the Inferno... if you dare.
***

He read the rules about the "Hellfire Chicken Wings," the ghost peppers, the liability waiver. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. An idea, so much better and so much filthier, sparked in his mind.

He slid the menu across the table to Akash. "Check this out. A stupid spicy food challenge." He pointed to the ad. "What if I made the challenge a bit more fun?"

Akash read the ad, then looked at Trey, his eyes lighting up. "Dude. You're a genius."

"Right?" Trey said. "Here's what I'm thinking. Instead of eating spicy wings, the challenge is to handle ten cocks at once and make them all cum in under five minutes."

Akash's jaw dropped. "Holy shit. You can do that?"

"Watch," Trey said. He closed his eyes for a second, focusing.

I wish the ad on this menu, and every menu in this restaurant, is no longer for chicken wings. I wish it's now for a challenge where a contestant has to make ten men cum in under five minutes, using only their hands, mouth, and body. I wish this challenge is a regular, highly-anticipated event here, complete with official rules and staff to facilitate it.

Trey opened his eyes and pushed the menu back to Akash. "Look again."

Akash looked down. The ad had changed. The fiery graphics were gone, replaced with an elegant, swirling script.

***

The Velvet Climax Challenge

Do you possess the poise, the passion, and the prowess to conquer the ultimate test of sensual skill?

The Challenge:

One contestant. Ten of our finest gentlemen. Five minutes on the clock.

The contestant has to make them cum within the given time, however way they see fit.

The Reward:

Success brings glory, admiration, satisfaction, and a completely complimentary dining experience for your entire table.

Rules of Engagement:

- The contestant must bring all ten gentlemen to climax.

- The use of hands, mouth, and body is permitted and encouraged.

- No assistance from others is allowed.

- Our staff will provide a tastefully arranged selection of gentlemen for each attempt.

Ask your server to accept the ultimate challenge... if you have the skill.*

***

Akash read the new ad, his eyes wide with disbelief and awe. "Dude, this is fucking epic."

They called the waiter back over and ordered two of the most expensive steaks on the menu, along with a bottle of champagne they couldn't even pronounce. Now all they had to do was wait.