Ernest looked at his girlfriend, who was now much taller than himself. At 6'3", she beat his measly 5'9". Plus, it was hard for him to stand up straight after inheriting Art's legs after his first change of the evening. After the game punished Jeane for contradicting it, he was nervous he'd make a similar misstep. He picked up his single die as the game had instructed and rolled.
He watched as his dice rolled a "1" and his piece scooted forward onto a yellow square, the first person to land on one. The light flashed and his card appeared. He read it out loud.
"Being under lock and key can be fun," Ernest read, "especially when you want to get out."
His friends looked at him confused. Then, another flash of yellow light surprised the group as an item dropped onto the table. Ernest picked it up to examine it.
Rhonnda spoke first. "What the hell is that?"
"It's a chastity cage," Art piped in. "Guys put it on their cock and balls to prevent them from playing with themselves."
"I'm not even going to ask how you know that," Rhonnda replied.
"Not everyone is as vanilla as you," Art said.
The cage was made of smooth gold, and the metal warmed under his fingers as he turned it over. It had the game box's logo over where he assumed the ring and...tube...locked together.
Doug perked up from being nestled in Jeane. "That looks expensive," he said. "Do you think that is real gold?"
Then, the familiar voice spoke in his head.
"You must pick one player to wear this cage each round."
Ernest looked at the group, then looked back down at the card. "I don't know why it says that this thing is supposed to be fun," he said.
"Did you hear a voice," Jeanne asked, running her hands through Doug's hair.
"Yeah," he said. "It said I have to pick someone to be locked up in this each round."
Rhonnda snickered. "Oh man. That sucks for you guys. Which one of these two are you going to pick, Ernest?"
Ernest fiddled with the lock as he contemplated which friend to lock up. He looked between Doug and Art, each of them staring, awaiting his decision.
"I'm not sure you should be considering Doug," Jeanne said. "Trust me, he's my kid, he wouldn't understand what was going on. It might freak him out."
It was hard for Ernest to tell what was going through Doug's head, but with the way the game was messing with his head, it didn't seem fair.
Art held up his paws. "Hey, it's not like I can play with my cock very much anyway. That is, without maybe scratching it up with these claws." He chuckled to himself. "Haven't quite gotten used to these yet."
Ernest knew that Art already had to do whatever anyone told him to do. He had no idea what this game was going to lead them to do. Taking his cock away seemed unnecessarily cruel.
"Well," Ernest said. "I guess I better figure out how to unlock this."
Art started to chuckle. "I guess I should drop my trousers, eh?" He got up from his seat and started to work at his jeans with his paws.
"No, I'm choosing myself," Ernest replied.
Just like that, the cage unlocked, floating in the air and separating the two pieces. Ernest was magically thrust into a standing position, unwillingly forced to keep his hands behind his back. His fly flew open, his penis and balls flopped out in full view of his friends.
Ernest grunted as the ring flew towards his balls, pulling them magically through, followed by his soft cock. There was no resistance as the cage portion slipped itself over Ernest's shaft and clicked into place. Everyone watched as the cage then contracted, shrinking to the smallest possible size for Ernest's manhood, a "perfect" fit. Finally, the magic zipped his pants back up, releasing him from the compulsory stance.
As soon as he was "free," he felt his constricted penis chub up a bit, resulting in a wave of...pleasure? He could feel a force coming from the cage that was making him...
"Unf," Ernest said, gasping.
Jeane snickered while Doug stared wide-eyed. Art looked surprised as well. Rhonnda rushed to his side.
"Are you okay?" She asked. "Is it hurting you?"
"No, actually," Ernest replied. "It's making me, like, horny?" He rubbed his hand over his crotch, confirming that he couldn't reach his cock. "I feel like it is going to want me to get more and more aroused."
Rhonnda chuckled, trying to find the light in the situation. "Pretty horny game you picked up, huh?"
"I guess so," Ernest said, sitting back down. "I just didn't want any of y'all to have to go through this."
Art smiled. "That's twice you've been so selfless. Thanks, bud."
"Hey," Ernest replied with a smile. "Don't worry about it."
"Yes, sir," Art replied, responding sternly.
Mortified, Ernest realized what he had just said. "Oh man, I didn't mean it like that. I meant...you're welcome."
Art replied, nodding. "I will not worry about it."
Ernest shook his head, realizing it was only the second round. No one was near the end of the game. Who knew what they were in for? He rubbed the crotch of his pants.
Jeane eyed the dice.