So we are running blind? (Leftovers, Cum Factory)

The four guys stood around the boardgame, having shifted the desk so they could face each other while playing. Huan spoke after a long silence, "So let me get this straight. You stole a boardgame from the campus library, took it to your room to play, it gave you instructions which you zoned out to, thought it was a bit creepy, and still asked others to play it with you?"

"Hey! Carlos kinda just inserted himself!" Jackson leaned back onto Jeff, still glad that neither of them have asked to break up yet. After all his cards made it seem like they were the only reason he had these men in the first place. "Besides, the game was only moderately creepy at the beginning afterwards it seemed like harmless jokes."

Huan scoffed, making Carlos elbow him. "We are still his boyfriends, I'd be careful if I were you."

With a roll of his eyes Huan leaned down to look at his piece, the raccoon. "So we are running blind then? No instructions whatsoever?" All three of them nodded almost in sync. "Great. Whose turn next?" Jeff looked down at his cards in his hand. He really didn't want to have to go just yet, especially with the sabotage card. "So me then? Great!"

Jackson winced, not really liking this whole predicament. Yeah he was glad more people have joined, but now he knew the cards were feeding him that emotion. He always wanted just one more, he always needed to have more. When will enough be enough? He quite liked the two guys he scored, but he had already felt that attraction spread to Huan as well. When will his affections for the men die, and instead morph into just a want for pleasure? He feared that from the game.

Huan grabbed his first card, the raccoon scampering ahead six spots. Huan eyed the card, watching for his unique appearance all the other guys got. The color faded in slowly. It was of a kitchen table, red solo cups covered the table, some spilt some not. In the far corner there was an anthropomorphic raccoon, on the likes of sly cooper, making out with some guy. Huan could only frown.

He turned it around to read the fate he was going to be **** into. "Leftovers: If someone ever feels left out of the equation in a relationship you might be their best bet. Move 6. Draw again." Huan stared at the card, then back up at the three guys. "The fuck does this mean? What the hell is the game going to do?"

Carlos groaned, his annoyance starting to flare up again, which left him feeling almost hot. He glanced up at Jackson, already feeling his dick try and surge to life. "We don't know. At this point just wait until something odd happens, then you'll understand." Carlos eyes his two boys, biting his lip in the process. This peckish card mixed with ruffled might just make him horny all the time.

Huan grabbed his next card, watching the raccoon cross four more space. "Cum Factory: Did you know the average male produces a few million sperm cells a day? Well you aren't average. Move 4." Huan stared at the card for a second before wincing. "Uh guys?" Huan bit his lip as he set the card down and grabbed the desk. "Has it ever, hurt before?"

Huan started to breathe heavy. Sharp pins and needles sensations played with his balls, sometimes feeling like it was pulling. The other three watched with mixed emotions as Huan made little noises of pain. Almost like something had hit him in the nuts Huan doubled in on himself and fell to the floor with a gasp. Carlos, being on his side of the desk, went down to help the man.

"Oh fuck my balls!" Carlos almost wanted to laugh seeing the guy clutch at his groin. "God that hurt!" Carlos couldn't control the laughter now. He knew this was serious, and could happen to him, but he couldn't help but find amusement in the once aggravating man make noises of pain while splayed out clutching his nether regions.

"Do you want to see your not so average factory?" Huan opened his eyes to glare at Carlos. "What? Its a valid question. The game changed you, didn't it?" With a grunt Huan got back up on his shaking legs. Carlos smirked and looked back to the other two. Jeff was pale, and Jackson was equally as frightened. Carlos pulled back his emotions for a second, thinking of a way to make them not scared, but there was no good way to do it without a question that could backfire. "Huan, how painful was it really?"

The man grimaced, "Like a knee kick to the jewels from someone who didn't skip leg day." Everyone grimaced.