Jumanji-online (the serial) Episode 3

Jason, when the dice appeared in his hand, had presence of mind enough not to drop them.

“I’m not rolling, not now,” he said. “Not after what happened to Rod. I don’t want that happening to me.”

“We’ve got to play,” pleaded Barry. “It’s the only way we can return home.”

“If I lose my balls, and, or, my cock, I don’t want to go home,” responded Jason.

“But, if we complete the game, everything that happens in the game should disappear. Our normal reality should return. Do you think I want to go home, if I go back to a reality where I fucked my mother and cut off my father’s cock?”

“How do you know that happens. Where did you get such privileged information? asked Jason.

Barry replied, “That’s what happened in the movie.”

“The movie...fuck. Do you think I want to risk my balls on the chance that a movie might be right?” said Jason.

“What are you going to do, Jason, hold on to the dice forever? What happens when you go to sleep? At least, if you roll now, you’ll be awake. How would you like to be asleep when another lion appears?

“Well...in any case, I’m not rolling right now. Let’s look around the house some more. We haven’t been upstairs.” insisted Jason.

Rod’s savaged groin seemed to be healing, even as they watched. Barry turned to him.

“Hey, Rod...We couldn’t help it. We’re sorry. How are you feeling. Does it hurt?”

“Well, it hurt like hell, but it doesn’t so much any more. How am I going to pee?”

“Let me look,” asked Barry. “Is it all right, if I touch you-down there?”

“I guess...there’s nothing left for you to cut off,” said Rod.

Barry knelt down to peer at Rod’s crotch.

“There’s a little hole down there, a few inches above your asshole. Try peeing just a little.”

A stream of piss, gushing from the hole, splashed Barry as he quickly jumped up from his kneeling position.

“Shit...I said a little.”

“Hey, I couldn’t help it,” responded Rod. “I’m not used to peeing without a prick.

“Well, at least you can pee. I’m going to the bathroom to wash up.”

“Jennifer, not wanting to be separated from Barry, said, “Wait. I’ll go with you.”

Holding hands, Jennifer and Barry left the room.

Standing with his arms around Jennifer under the warm water of the shower, Barry bent his head to kiss her. Both of them had erections.

“I want you,” said Jennifer. “I want you...inside of me.”

“But...,” responded Barry.

“I know I don’t have a vagina any longer, but I have an ass. I want you to fuck my ass.”

Jennifer had Barry lie down on the floor of the bathroom-then straddled him, taking his cock slowly into her ass. On her knees, she rode his cock, until, as he shot his load into her ass, cum erupted from hers, without either of them having touched it. After taking another shower, they returned to the dining room.

Bret said, “Took you guys long enough. What were you doing?”

He shut up when Barry turned to look at him. He didn’t like what he saw in Barry’s eyes.

Jason, still clutching the dice in his right fist, said, “Let’s go look around.”

Barry, placing the folded game under his arm, after picking it up from the table, said, “Let’s go.”

After turning right into the hall, the group walked to the foyer. On the opposite side of the it, they could see the open door to the study. A chandelier hung from the thirty foot high ceiling of the foyer. Broad, free standing, stairs climbed to the second floor. The group of players started up the stairs. Half-way up the stairs, Barry noticed that Jason had dropped behind the others. Holding on to the banister, he was taking the steps one at a time, moving both feet to one before moving a foot to the next step.

“What’s the matter, Jason,” he asked.

“I...I’m afraid of heights. I always have been.”

His progress slowing as he moved up the stairs, Jason was visibly trembling as he reached the landing to the second floor. He tripped on the last step, sprawling forward onto the landing. The dice, flying out of his hand as he attempted to check his fall, stopped on five. Simultaneously, the game, slipping from under Barry’s arm, fell open onto the floor. Jason’s game piece moved forward five spaces. The words in the disk said: “It’s time to face your fears.” Jason disappeared.

When Jason again became aware of his surroundings, he was stranded on a narrow, eight inch, ledge, high on a skyscraper. He had been trembling on the stairs; now he was shaking-violently. Despite his almost paralyzing fear, Jason knew that, if he didn’t obtain some control over his shaking body, the tremors would hurl him from the ledge. Closing his eyes, he leaned back against the wall. In an attempt to slow his racing heart, he told himself, “Easy...Easy...relax.”

“Maybe it’s just an illusion. Maybe when I open my eyes, I’ll be back at the house, or, better, back at my computer,” he thought, but, unable to convince himself, he kept his eyes tightly shut.

Eventually, his shakes subsided; his heart was no longer attempting to pound its way through his chest wall. When he opened his eyes to see the traffic, looking like toy cars, forty floors below, however, the pounding and the shakes resumed. “Don’t look down. Don’t look down,” he screamed at himself. He stood with his eyes closed until his shaking eased. The next time he opened his eyes, he was careful not to look down. Glancing left and right, he saw a window about fifty feet to his left. He thought that, if he could get there, he might be able to crawl off the ledge.

Plastered against the wall, he began edging, a few inches at a time, toward the window. Since he wasn’t looking down, he didn’t notice the pigeon that was sitting on the ledge, until it pecked his bare foot. Reacting to the sudden pain, and to the surprise, he swayed out from the wall, almost losing his balance; then, since he had looked down at the pigeon, he had to close his eyes until his shaking subsided, before beginning to edge toward the window again. Ignoring, as best he could, the pigeon, which continued to peck at his foot, he approached the window. Finally he was there; the window was open. He dove through it, and found himself lying on the floor-back at the house with the other kids.

“What happened, Jason?” asked Barry. “Where did you go?”

It was a few moments before Jason was able to talk; then he said, “How long was I gone?”

“Just a few seconds,” replied Barry.

“It seemed like a lifetime to me,” said Jason. “I’ll tell you about it later. I can’t talk about it right now.”

Bill, unlike Jason, dropped the dice when they appeared in his hand.

“Oh...shit,” he said.

His piece moved four spaces. He and Jason were tied for the lead; both were on the ninth space. Words forming in the disk said: “The Bible says it’s better to give than receive. Let us know what you think, Bill.”

Saving Jennifer for the last so that Bill’s ass wouldn’t be stretched too much for the others, each of the boys, or, at least, those in male bodies-except for Rod, who no longer had a penis- fucked Bill. In spite of his aversion to what was happening, Bill’s erect penis spurted his cum over his stomach as his prostate was stimulated by Jason’s seven inch cock. He fainted when Jennifer inserted her nine inch tool. Bret managed to hang onto the dice when they materialized in his hand.

“Fuck,” he said. “What do I do now?”

“Don’t roll yet!” the group shouted in unison.

“Yeah,” said Barry, while folding the game and placing it under his arm, “We need a break. Let’s explore some.”

Walking down the large central hallway, they opened the doors to the rooms. Bill picking himself up from the floor, followed, walking awkwardly-as if he still had someone’s cock up his ass. They took turns using the two bathrooms they found-to take care of bodily functions, and to wash off the reminders of their orgy with Bill. Bill, filling a tub with hot water, soaked while the rest completed their exploration. Other than empty bedrooms, all they found of interest were stairs to the attic.

“Let’s go back to the dining room,” suggested Barry.

Jason had no problem with the stairs this time. Apparently, after his experience on the ledge, the stairs were no longer intimidating.

After the group gathered in the dining room, Barry placed the game on the table. Kevin and Rod grabbed some snacks from the kitchen.

“You might as well, roll, Bret,” said Barry. Let’s get this game over so we can go home.”

With some trepidation, Bret rolled the dice. They stopped on five. Bret was in the lead on the twelfth space. This time the words in the disk said: “You had the girl once; how about seconds?”

Bret glanced at the female form of Robert, but it was Jennifer, in Robert’s body, who rose from her seat. She walked over to Bret who was, by this time, lying on his back on the floor. He grimaced when she rammed her enormous cock into his hole, but, since his ass had long since lost its virginity, it gave him more pleasure than pain. Jennifer had fucked Bret, whom she didn’t like, twice. Once as a girl-now as a boy. Feeling as though she had betrayed Barry, even though the game had given her no options, she returned to her seat. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Barry. She had seen the scowl on his face as she had walked over to Bret.

(to be continued)