Kyle waited as the brothers pulled a sort of stockade device from their truck and strapped Cain in. Then, they set to assembling the milking equipment. The suction, the device with six long tubes, with hoses connected to it. They slipped each on and then started the vacuum. It made a rhythmic chugging sound Cain began to moan and mewl but that was quickly silenced by Dan's cock being pistoned in and out of his eager throat. Dave lined up and got to work as well.
That was the moment Kyle was waiting for. The moment when Cain remembered who he was, what he had been, the wrongness of the situation. His eyes widened. He couldn't scream. He couldn't move. He was just being used. Just producing. Just another creation of Kyle's to be toyed with. The jug started to fill up.
Kyle watched the look in his eyes with glee. Then he turned his attention back to his other two contestants.
Michael and Tyler stood there waiting for Kyle to turn his attention back to them.
"Out of my two challengers, I've got Michael the winner and Tyler the loser." Kyle said. "Michael the swimmer that got splashed and Tyler the receiver who couldn't catch a load."
Michael swayed uneasily while Tyler actively stared at the ground.
Kyle said, "There's no point in delaying this. Time for punishment."
Tyler's head shot up and he stared at Kyle.
"Tyler, you never wear underwear." Kyle stated.
The jockstrap Tyler was wearing vanished. He couldn't remember ever having worn one before. His cock sat flaccid. His package was modest at best but on the smallish size.
Kyle turned his attention to Michael. "You won, so now is the time to make your request."
Michael nervously stammered, "Please don't make me gay. Don't make me suck anybody off or do anything like you did to Cain."
Kyle grinned. "Come on! It's 2020. You're going to waste your request on that!? I could have made you the next Michael Phelps, I could have made you the next Jeff Bezos or Elon Musk. I could have made your life as easy and fun as you could imagine and you're hung up on sexuality. Oh well. That changes some of my plans but whatever. I play fair and you won."
Kyle turned his attentions back to Tyler.
"So loser. Since Michael decided that he didn't want another dick, I guess we know what you're gonna be focused on. You're crazy about cock."
Tyler's mind changed as he looked at all the sex in the room, at Cain being pounded at Mr. Smith's freakish proportions, at Benson and Ben and all the other crazy stuff going on and he got hard.
Kyle snickered. "Not much of a shower and certainly not much of a grower."
Tyler blushed but his hands still went to his cock. Not to hide it but to stroke to the unabashed scene around him.
"Must only be five inches down there." Kyle said. Tyler didn't say anything when he felt his sick grow a little bigger.
"I'd be a shame for that all to go to waste. Over the next few seconds, your cock and balls will vanish and Michael will gain an equal measure to his own package. "