The sissy games

Part 74; a game with a twist

The lights turned green. Even though Danny had been thinking of rebelling, he still stepped onto the platform with the others.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the 154th Sissygames! I hope you're ready for a night of fun and humiliating challenges!" the voice boomed overhead.

Before them stretched another obstacle course. Alex immediately noticed the familiar setup, though today's layout didn't seem to match the hint they'd been given.

Of course, there was the dreaded heel-slide, followed by giant mascara swings—similar to the nail polish ones they had faced before, except these didn't drop you into paint. Beyond that were oversized compacts, snapping open and shut at random intervals. The final obstacle lay hidden inside a mysterious room.

"Today," the voice explained, "our competitors must run the course with a twist. They can choose to go as far as possible without distractions—or collect beauty products along the way and use them! Each product grants bonus meters, and anyone who makes it to the end will earn time reductions."

The boys exchanged uneasy looks. After a hushed discussion, they agreed—no one would grab the items. They'd keep things fair, avoid humiliating themselves, and deny the audience the satisfaction.

The giant wheel spun on the screen. First up: Oliver.

He slid down the heels without touching a single item, just as they had agreed. He made it all the way to the compacts but was launched off halfway through.

Next came Jorn and Danny. Both pushed further, reaching deep into the course—Danny even made it to the mysterious final room.

Then it was Alex's turn. He stood at the top of the slide, staring down. A shiny handbag dangled from a rope, perfectly within reach. The hint echoed in his head: Grab as many as you can.

Tempting. But he remembered the pact. We shouldn't give them what they want.

He took a deep breath and launched himself down the slide. The handbag swung near—close enough to snatch—but he let it pass.

At the bottom, Alex leapt onto the slippery mascara swing, clutching tightly. Beauty products dangled from the swings, but he ignored every one of them. He waited for the right moment, then jumped to the next, and then the next.

He reached the compacts. They snapped open and shut, massive lids clapping like jaws. Timing it carefully, Alex darted across one, then two, keeping his momentum—too much momentum.

He couldn't stop in time. He landed inside an open compact, which immediately slammed shut around him.

The floor gave way, and Alex dropped—not into the usual pink showergel, but into a pit of glittering liquid. He climbed out, dripping head to toe in sparkling dust, only to find a camera zooming in on him. His humiliation was broadcast live on the massive screen.

He trudged to the podium with the others. He hadn't made it as far as Jorn or Danny, but at least he'd outlasted Oliver.

Then came Chris and Erik, who both surpassed Alex as well.

Only two boys remained: Jeremy and Steve.

Jeremy, one of the not athletic types, cracked first. Seeing how far the others had gone, he broke the agreement. He grabbed the handbag and slung it over his shoulder. On the swings, he clutched tight while snatching a lipstick, applying it boldly before jumping on. On the next swing, he grabbed another product and used it too. He missed the final swing but caught hold of a tiara.

The screen flashed the bonus meters he'd gained. He had officially beaten both Oliver and Alex.

"At least one of them has embraced his feminine side!" the voice mocked gleefully. "We are so proud of you, Jeremy!"

Then it was Steve's turn. He hesitated, torn. But the fear of being last weighed heavy—and with Jeremy already breaking the pact, Steve cracked too. He grabbed and used every item he could.

"And now we have two beauties!" the voice boomed. "These pretty girls have made it to the next round! Can I get an applause for our two girls?"

The crowd erupted with laughter and cheers.

When Jeremy and Steve finally joined the platform, the atmosphere turned ice cold. The boys' glares were sharp as daggers.

Danny, hot-headed as ever, snapped first. "Really? You fucking losers!" He stormed at Jeremy and punched him in the face. Oliver, who had finished in last place, was just as furious. Chaos broke out as fists flew. Even Alex, consumed with betrayal and defeat at being placed seventh, threw himself into the brawl.

The crowd roared, half-shocked and half-thrilled, enjoying every second of the drama. Guards rushed in, dragging the boys apart and herding them into separate bathrooms.

Alex was shoved inside. He pounded his fist against the door, adrenaline still surging through him, until Ember's voice cut through.

"What's going on?"

He turned. Ember stood there, towel in one hand, shampoo bottle in the other, looking worried and confused.

"We had a fucking agreement, and two of those cowards broke it!" Alex snapped.

"Hold on. Please, calm down and tell me," Ember's gentle voice urged. It worked—his anger softened, if only slightly.

"Sorry... It's just... when we heard the game's gimmick, we all agreed not to grab anything. Not to give them the joy they wanted. But Jeremy and Steve did it anyway." Alex sank into the bath as he spoke.

Ember knelt behind him, working shampoo into his pink-stained hair. The proper formula still hadn't arrived to wash the color out.

"So they betrayed you and the others... and got further because of it?" she asked quietly.

"Yes. Because of that, Oliver came in last. And I came in seventh."

"Damn," was all Ember could say.

They talked a little more, voices low and tired, until the giant screen flickered to life with the announcement of the punishment. Both of them fell silent.