Jumanji-online (the serial) Episode 11

Bret dropped the dice when they appeared in his hand. They were like hot coals. He also rolled a six. In the disk, the words said: A six-another switch. Bret found out what it’s like to have a girl. Now let him find out what it’s like to be a girl.” Barry and Bret switched bodies. Bret was in the Jennifer’s original body.

“Cool,” he thought, as he ran his hands over his breasts and fingered his new vagina. He turned to Kevin intending to say, “Let’s go try out this new body,” but then he remembered: Kevin no longer had a cock. Neither did he. The only way Kevin could cum was by having his prostate stimulated by a cock. Bret had no way to satisfy Kevin, and Kevin, other than by using his tongue, had no way to satisfy Bret. Bret wanted to try out his new body; he wanted to get fucked.

Barry looked down at the cock and balls that hung between his legs. The game had switched him again. He wasn’t sure what to think. He had been in Jennifer’s body long enough to become accustomed to it-to even like having a vagina, to enjoy being fucked by Jennifer’s big cock. The orgasms he had as a girl had been superior to those he’d had as a boy, and, being a girl, he and Jennifer had been more compatible. They had sex when they were both in boy’s bodies, but he’d played the male role then. He had always fucked Jennifer. She had never fucked him when he was in his own body. Now, he wasn’t sure what he wanted, whether he wanted to fuck Jennifer, or whether he wanted her to fuck him.

“Barry?” she asked looking at him.

“Yeah,” answered Barry. “The game’s done it again. I’m a boy again.”

“Oh, Barry. I had gotten used to your being in my body-to your being a girl. I enjoyed having sex with you. What do we do now?”

“I don’t know, Jennifer. All I know is that I’m still me. I’m still Barry.”

He glanced up to see Bret staring at him. He didn’t know it, but Bret was wondering whether he could talk either Jennifer or Barry into having sex with him. They had two of the three remaining functional penises. Barry didn’t want to continue his conversation with Jennifer while Bret was staring at him.

“Let’s take a walk, Jenn,” he said.

They walked to the study.

“Will this ever end, Barry?” She cried into his shoulder. When Barry had Jennifer’s body they had been the same height. Now, she was ten inches shorter than he was.

“All we can do is hope that our old reality will return, that we’ll be back as we were before the game started.”

“But, what happens to us, Barry, to you and me? Will I ever see you again. Will I even remember you? Will you remember me?”

“I don’t know for sure, Jenn. I feel like I’ve lived a couple of different lives since I’ve been in this game. Sometimes I’m not even sure who I am. Hey, you know, I don’t even know where you’re from. Where do you live...I mean, where did you live in real life-if it really exists?”

“Portland,” she said.

“Portland, Oregon?” he asked.

“Yes, Portland, Oregon.”

“Jennifer...that’s where I live. Where do you go to school?”

“Barry...you live in Portland? I go to Sellwood Middle School. I’m in the eighth grade.”

“Jennifer, I’m in the ninth grade at Cleveland High. That’s where you’ll go next year. We’ll be at the same school together.”

“Barry...that’s fantastic, but will you still want me when we’re back in real life, want me when I’m a girl again? You’ve never made love to me when I was a girl.”

Jennifer...I fell in love with you-as a person. How could a body make any difference. Look at me. I’m in the third body I’ve occupied in this game.”

“Barry, I love you, although,” she said grinning, “I wish you had some body other than Bret’s. I don’t like that asshole.”

“Hey, don’t knock it, Jennifer. I could have gotten one that had no cock or balls.”

Raising one eyebrow, Jennifer said, “Well, what are we going to do with this new body?

“Oh, we’ll think of something,” answered Barry. He kissed her.

When Barry pulled Jennifer to the floor, he wasn’t sure what he’d do, but he found himself guiding Jennifer’s erect cock to his ass. He could feel the pressure of Jennifer’s mighty tool on his prostate. He imagined that he could feel her cock pump cum into his ass. His cum shot onto his stomach.

While they were snuggled together later, Jennifer said, “We didn’t have to do it that way, Barry. You could have fucked me.”

“That’s O.K., Jenn. I enjoyed it. We can do it the other way next time.”

After Jennifer and Barry had left the dining room, Bret had asked Rod to fuck him, but Rod hadn’t been interested; he had the relationship he wanted-the one with Robert. Angry that Bret had tried, Kevin rolled the dice. They stopped on seven. Kevin’s game piece was on the twenty-third square. Any roll, three or above would end the game-when Kevin rolled again. Words formed in the disk to say: “Kevin wants revenge.”

He had to excuse himself to go to the bathroom; he had to pee. Going into the bathroom, he raised the lid-sat down on the seat. He had to pee sitting down. He no longer had a cock, and his name was Michael...Michael Anselmo, but, who, he thought, was Kevin. Why did the name, Kevin, ripple through his mind?

Michael had lost his cock in Mexico-for doing nothing, well almost nothing. All he and his friends had done was steal some beer, just beer, a few dollars worth of beer from a store in Baja while they were down in Mexico surfing. Back at their camp after stealing the beer, they had been surprised by the store owner, his cop cousin, and some deputies. They had been taken to an old house on a deserted ranch. There, the boys had been forced to play a game of strip poker-a simple game of strip poker, except that the losers, when they were no longer able to ejaculate, had been castrated. Michael had won the game, but the cop had cut off Michael’s cock for a souvenir before dumping Michael and his friends on the street in Ensenada. Two of his friends, Shawn and Rick, had died from loss of blood. All attempts to prosecute the perpetrators, after the surviving boys had returned to the US, had failed.

Michael’s brother, Tony, a made member of the local Mafia, was in the living room with four of his men. He looked up when Michael returned from the bathroom.

“Are you ready to go, Mikey? he asked.

“Do you really think we should do this?” Michael asked. His experience in Mexico had been so horrific that he was afraid to return.

“Mikey, no one does this to my little brother and lives. What kind of standing do you think I would have in the family, if I let this slide?” If I didn’t need you to identify these scumbag beeners, I wouldn’t take you, but, you’ve seen them; I haven’t.”

They crossed the border in a car and a van. Sal, one of the gang members, was driving the car, which had Michael and Tony in the back seat. Ricky, Vincent, and Alfredo were in the van. It was dark when they arrived at Jorge’s store which was on the highway, fifteen miles north of Ensenada. Maria, Jorge’s seventeen year-old daughter, was at the cash register. She didn’t recognize Michael. To her, he was just another gringo. Besides, the last time she’d seen Michael he’d been wearing swim trunks and a T Shirt. Michael’s cock had been huge. He had been proud of the bulge it had produced in his shorts. Since he no longer had a cock, or a bulge, he only wore baggy pants.

Picking up a six pack of beer from the cooler, Tony dropped it on the floor, breaking two of the bottles.

“Hey,” said Maria, as she came from around the counter to clean up the mess. “You’re going to have to pay for that.”

“Sure...sorry,” said Tony as he pulled money from his wallet.

“As Maria bent over to pick up the broken class, Sal grabbed her from behind, placing his hand over her mouth. He stuck a knife to her throat.

“Not a sound, bitch,” he said.

Meanwhile, Ricky, Vincent and Alfredo had come into the store. Vincent and Alfredo stood on either side of the door leading to the living quarters in the rear.

“Who is this?” Tony asked Michael.

“That’s the owner’s daughter. If I remember right, her name is Maria. She was in the store when we took the beer. I heard her yell for her father.”

“All right, sweetheart. I’m gonna ask you a question. I want you to nod your head yes or no, and you’d better not lie to me. Sal is handy with that knife. He may just cut off one of your tits. Is your father here?

When she nodded yes, Tony asked, “Where is he...in the back?”

After Maria again nodded yes, he said, “O.K., Sal is gonna remove his hand from your mouth. When he does, I want you to call your father out. Don’t say anything to warn him, or Sal will fix you with that knife, and we’ll have to kill your father and anyone else in the house. Do you understand?”

Maria nodded. Sal removed his hand from her mouth, but kept the knife at her throat. In Spanish, Maria called, “Papa, come here, please.”

As Jorge came through the door, he saw Sal holding a knife to Maria’s throat. He made a dash for the shotgun under the counter, but Vincent and Alfredo grabbed him.

“Pinche gringo, take your hands off my daughter.”

Tony hit him across the face with the pistol he’d pulled from his coat. “Shut up. Is there anyone else in the house?” he asked Maria.

When she didn’t immediately answer, Sal poked her neck with the knife. A drop of blood welled from the cut.

“My...my mother and sister are home. Please don’t hurt them.”

Tony tossed his head in the direction of the rear of the store. “Go get them,” he said to Ricky, Vincent, and Alfredo.

A few minutes later, his boys returned with Rosa Chavez, the wife of Jorge, and Rosita, his fifteen year-old daughter. Both were crying.

“Turn off the lights,” he said to Maria. “You just closed for the night. Vincent, drive the vehicles around back.”

After Maria turned off the lights and locked the front door, they took the family into the house at the back of the store. Tony had to hit Jorge a couple of times with his gun to keep him quiet; then he had Ricky and Alfredo tie them up while he and Sal kept them covered with their guns.

“What do you want. You can have the money. Don’t hurt my family,” said Jorge.

“We don’t want your money. What’s the matter. Don’t you recognize my brother? asked Tony.

Having focused on the men holding guns, Jorge hadn’t paid any attention to Michael until Tony mentioned him, but, when he looked at him, he recognized him as one of the boys that he and his cousin had castrated the previous summer.

“Wha...what do you want? What are you going to do?” asked Jorge.

“You’re going to get that cop over here. He cut off my brother’s cock. I’m going to do the same to him,” said Tony.

“What makes you think that I’ll get him over here.” asked Jorge.

“If you don’t, you’re going to watch us kill your wife and your daughters before we start on you, and your dying will be long and unpleasant.” answered Tony.

Jorge decided to call his cousin, Carlos, the chief of the local police. He was warned by Tony that Alfredo knew Spanish and would be listening to the conversation.

“Hey, Carlos,” he said. “I’ve caught some boys trying to steal beer. How about coming over to give me a hand with them?”

“Well, if we do it, this time we’ll have to kill them and dump their bodies. There was a lot of pressure last time from the gringo government to prosecute us after those two boys died last time. How many are there?”

“There’s two,” answered Jorge.

“We won’t need the boys, then. It’s better that we leave them out of it, anyway. The fewer that know about it the better. I’ll be over in about half an hour.”

When Carlos arrived, he knocked at the front door of the store.

“You’ve closed early,” he said, when Maria opened the door.

Tony had told her what would happen to her family, if she warned Carlos, and Vincent and Alfredo had walked around the building to come in behind him. Sal was waiting inside, out of sight, next to the door. He held a gun to Carlos’ head as soon as he walked in the door. Coming in behind him, Vincent took his gun.

“Welcome to the party,” said Tony, who was waiting in the darkened store.

“What is this?” asked Carlos. “Don’t you know who I am? I’m the chief of police. If you mess with me, you’ll really be in trouble.”

“I know who you are,” answered Tony. “Bring him into the back, boys”

They took him into the living room of the house behind the story, where they tied him up and sat him on the floor with Jorge and his family.

“What’s this all about?” asked Carlos.

“I think you know my little brother. Say hello to Michael.”

When Michael stepped forward, Carlos recognized him immediately. Carlos still had Michael’s cock at his house in a jar of alcohol. Drained of blood, it was no longer as large as it had been, but it was still a sizable cock.

“I don’t know him,” he said as sweat poured from his forehead.

“Is this the one, Mikey?” asked Tony.

“Yeah,” said Michael. “He’s the one who cut off my cock and then threw us out on the street to die. He fucked me in the ass, too.”

“Well, you can’t fuck him, and I sure ain’t gonna fuck any beener, but maybe we’ll have his cousin do it. All right, Chavez. You fuck him,” said Tony.

“I’m not going to fuck him. He’s my cousin.”

“All right,” said Tony to Sal, “kill the old lady,” indicating Jorge’s wife.

“No...no...I’ll do it,” screamed Jorge.

Vincent pulled down Carlos’ pants while Alfredo untied Jorge. It was difficult for Jorge to get an erection with everyone watching, but eventually he was able to get his cock hard enough to stick it in Carlos’ ass. He pumped until he came and then collapsed on the floor. Carlos, from the stimulation to his prostate, had a hard on.

“Well, looks like the cop likes it up the ass. He’s got a hard on. You’d better take care of that for him, Chavez. Suck him,” demanded Tony.

When Sal again threatened Rosa, Jorge began sucking Carlos’ cock. He gagged when Carlos shot his load into his mouth.

“It’s your turn, Mikey,” he said as he gestured to Sal.

Sal handed his knife to Michael. A few drops of cum were seeping from Carlos’ cock as Michael cut it off.”

“How do you like it, asshole,” he asked.

Carlos screamed.

Michael stuffed the cock into Carlos’ gaping mouth. Sal tied a gag around it. Carlos made choking sounds behind the gag. He was having trouble breathing with his cock stuffed down his throat.

“Want to have a little fun, boys?” Tony asked his men, indicating Jorge’s daughters.

His four men took turns fucking the two girls while their father and mother watched. They gagged Jorge and Rosa to stop their screaming.

After they had finished, Tony, with a jerk of his head toward Jorge and Carlos, said, “Cut off their balls, Sal.”

Slicing off the entire scrotum from each, Sal removed the balls from both Jorge and Carlos. Carlos’ scream was muffled by the cock in his mouth. Although Jorge was gagged, his scream was louder since his mouth had no similar obstruction. The men tied up the girls and their mother, leaving them on the floor beside Jorge and Carlos.

As Michael walked to the car, he saw Vincent and Alfredo removing cans of gasoline from the trunk. He didn’t ask them what they were going to do. When he left in the car with Sal and Tony, the other men were walking into the house with the gasoline.

Back in the game, Kevin was feeling some satisfaction. He had revenged himself on the one who had cut off his cock, but...he was a little confused. He also remembered getting it cut off in the game. Which really happened? Which was reality?

It was Robert’s roll.