Alpha Island
Survive 3 days on a tropical island where being caught means more than just elimination. Win $100K and a car if you can avoid becoming a glazed donut.
A helicopter containing the first ever contestants for the brand new game show, Alpha Island, is currently flying over the ocean. Riley, a 5'5, 18-year-old boy with long blond hair currently done in a bun sits to the right of You. On the other end sits Hayden, a 19-year-old boy with medium length brown hair and very smooth thighs that are visible from his shorts. Hayden seems very serious while Riley looks like he's bouncing off the walls. Theresa, the Judge and overseer of the game show fixes her microphone. "Alright Survivors. Thank you for volunteering to compete on our show! Out of over 10,000 applicants, only you three have been chosen! And now that you've all signed the necessary paperwork, I can finally reveal the official rules of Alpha Island. But please remember, you're now contractually obligated to proceed no matter what." Hayden, already getting a funny feeling about this, scrunches his eyebrows suspiciously. Theresa then softly clears her throat. "Now then, also joining you on the island will be three large men called the Alphas!" Riley looks at Theresa like she has three heads. "wait HUH!? B-but I- I thought we were volunteering to be the Alphas and we compete against each other!" Hayden shakes his head. "I knew it." Theresa gives Riley a look of pity. "Don't worry, love. While you may not be team Alpha, you three still have wits and stealth on your side! Nevertheless, please listen carefully. To win season one of Alpha Island you must last for three days without being eliminated. Each of you will get two strikes, if an alpha achieves his goal twice on you, your run will immediately end there. In order to receive a strike, an Alpha must find you, catch you, and..." She lets out a small giggle. "Hmm how do I put this lightly." Hayden, not one for cliffhangers, slams his fist onto his smooth thigh. "Come on lady, spit it out alreadyyy." Theresa rolls her eyes, "Fine, fine. He's gonna put his you know what up your butt okay... until he finishes. On top of that, the strike will only be valid if he leaves your hole looking like a glazed donut." Hayden lets out a rare high-pitched yelp at the revelation. Riley's hair falls free from his bun as he covers his mouth in shock. "WHAT! Is this some sort of crazy prank!?" He squeaks. Theresa shakes her head. "Nope, these are the rules. And it'll all be televised for millions of viewers to watch and enjoy! Anywayyys, enough chit chat," She quickly peers out the window, "Looks like we're already here. Good luck boys! You'll definitely need it!" In an instant, the helicopter's metal door flings open. "Oh and one last thing! Clothes aren't allowed once your feet hit the sand!" The pilots then turn back toward the boys shouting, "Go, go, go!" Hayden, the first to reach the ground, gets naked, revealing his tan smooth body and 4 inch flaccid penis. Riley, second to make landfall, follows suit with trembling fingers. "This can't be reallll." His body pale and lacking any hair, his thin 3 inch penis wiggles about as he stumbles onto the sand. "I should've just stayed homeee." Hayden looks over at You. "Come on. Don't think about it, we- we've just gotta try our best!"