I might not be able to upload stories frequently, my school year has started again, so I am a bit preoccupied. But I shall try to write as much as I can, thx for reading. :)
"Jake, I give you a hint, the combination of your locks is written somewhere in front of you. And who knows, Andy's hot, ripped body may hold a clue as well. Good luck boys!" The voice said, followed by the sound of a microphone turned off.
"What the hell was that about?" Andy asked even more confused than informed, "All of this doesn't make sense at all!"
Jake let Andy continue his rabbling while he looked around the room for answers. 'The combination of the locks is written somewhere in front of you' the voice had said. Andy looked closer at the red box in front of him, but apart from the numbers above the holes, nothing was to be seen.
Jake looked to the wall in front of him on which Andy was tied on the steel bar. At first sight, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. But when he looked a little closer he saw something on the wall, on Andy's right. There was some barely visible red paint smeared on the wall, they stood in some kind of weird pattern and did not seem to form any numbers.
Something was missing, Jake looked on the other side of the wall, onto the floor and the ceiling, but nothing hinted on a clue. Then he remembered what the voice said: 'Andy's hot body may contain a clue as well'. Jake looked at his bound and blindfolded buddy, still struggling to break free and trying to make sense of this situation.
When Jake looked closely, he saw the same, barely visible red paint on Andy's chest. Now it started to make sense to Jake, this was a puzzle, this was why Andy was bound on a horizontal bar, so he could move in place.
"Andy, you need to move to your right." Jake tried to say as clear as he could, despite being gagged.
Andy looked into the direction of the voice, "What?" he asked.
"MOVE...TO YOUR...RIGHT!" Jake hummed loudly against his ball gag, hoping that Andy would understand any of it. Now he understood the whole challenge of this room, communication, which would be hard in these conditions.
Andy came to his senses and tried to figure out what Jake meant. "I don't understand you man, let's try this differently." he suggested, "I'll ask questions and you reply with one hum for yes and two for no, alright?" he asked.
Jake hummed one time in response, this sounded like a reasonable plan.
"Do you want me to do something?" Andy asked.
Jake rolled his eyes, 'of course I want you to do something, meathead!' he thought, but he hummed once in reply.
Andy thought for a second what to ask next "Do I...Do I need to move around?" he asked.
"Hmmm!" Jake responded.
"Can I move at all?" Andy asked.
Jake sighed but appreciated that Andy tried his best to help out. "Hmmm!" he hummed.
"Do I need to go left?" Andy asked.
"Hmmm Hmmm!" Jake replied.
"Right?"
"Hmmm!"
Andy moved slow and careful to his right, noticing that the bar he was tied to was horizontal. "You say how far I should go okay? Hum once I need to stop." Andy said, still a bit uncertain of the whole situation.
Andy moved right, step by step, waiting for Jake to sign him to stop. Jake watched the movements of his friend carefully. The pieces needed to fall into place, the paint on Andy's body needed to match with the paint on the wall.
Once Andy stood in the position in between the paint on the wall, there were three numbers to be seen. Jake hummed once, signing Andy to stop, which he immediately did. Jake looked closely, the paint on the wall and Andy's body formed the combination: 362.
Jake looked at the red box, at the holes 3,6 and 2. He gulped, a bit nervous with this whole idea. He had to stick his manhood into...god knows what. For all he knew there could be razorblades in that hole. But he had to try something, if he did nothing they would loose automatically, and competitive as Jake was, he wanted to win.
Jake aimed his rock hard cock at the hole with the 3 above it, he breathed in through his nose and slid his dick in slowly. An amazing feeling surrounded his manhood, the hole felt tight, wet, and sleek around his cock.
Jake moaned loudly from pleasure against his ballgag, which made Andy look up. "You okay man?" he asked.
"Hmhmm." Jake replied. The young man had his eyes closed and his head thrown back as he slid his cock deeper into the box. Despite that the surroundings were moist and sleek, his cock barley fitted, which made it so good. Jake would just love to lose a load right now, but he remembered the rules that had been explained. He pushed his cock a bit further, until his cockhead pushed a button inside the hole.
Jake opened his eyes and looked down, the 3 on the box had been lit up by a green light. Jake took this as the signal to move to the second one. He pulled his cock out, aimed it for hole 6, and pushed it in. "Hmmm, fuck" Jake moaned on his gag as a new sensation flowed through his nerves. This hole was pretty loose on the inside, but very, very slimy.
Jake pushed his cock further, feeling the weird, thick goo surround his cock, but he had to admit, it felt amazing. Jake pushed his cock as far in until he felt the tip press against a button again. The six lit up and Jake pulled his dick out, watching how his meat smoothly moved out of the hole, taking thick slimy goo threads with it.
Jake aimed his cock at the last one, hole 2. He inhaled one time through his nose and slid his manhood in. Jake giggled on his gag, this inside was very tingly, like he pushed his oversensitive cock in a pile of feathers. Jake wanted to enjoy this sensation a bit longer, but he knew that time was of the essence. He pushed his cock further in until also this button was pushed and the number 2 lit up.
When Jake's cockhead had touched the button, he heard a click behind his head and his ballgag fell out of his mouth. Jake took in a deep breath and moved his numb jaw around a bit. The bar where he had been tied to seemed to be split in two, one part moved into the ground while the other part disappeared into the ceiling.
