Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)The high-voiced, fresh faced young man who stood in front of the camera smiled his bright, white smile, his blue eyes and boyish skin lighting up under the lighting department's efforts as he spoke directly to camera.
"Good evening, everyone and WELCOME to KUM YOUR BANK OUT! On tonight's episode, you'll get a chance to meet each of our contestants in their home towns before we see what they've gotten up to on our Island! For those of you who haven't heard yet, this competition takes 30 contestants, 15 male, 15 female, and drops them into absolute paradise for one month together. That entire process is filmed from start to finish, and each contestant starts their stay with FIVE! THOUSAND! DOLLARS! in their account. However, they only get to take home what is in their account when the month is over, folks. Over the course of the month, every time they have an orgasm, they're paying somebody $500 out of that account. But wait! There's more! Each of our contestants has been equipped with specialty contact lenses and medical monitors which they are required to wear throughout the competition. Failure to keep the contact in and the monitor on is treated as a forfeit! Those contact lenses are equipped with microcameras which record their experience from their exact point of view! More importantly, the contacts change color and shape when the medical monitor says that the wearer is close to an orgasm, and even more so if they're getting off on a shameful kink! The more intense an orgasm you give, the more you get paid. Run out of money? You're out! Get pregnant? You're out! So if you can make your partner cum their brains out, they'll end up KUMMING THEIR BANK OUT! For the next month, every weeknight we will be coming to you with a supercut of all the shenanigans that our contestants got up to trying to built their bank, and bust their nuts! Now enjoy seeing who these people are when they aren't plowing each other!"
The screen blinked out as Marcus' vision cleared. Like all of his competitors, his augmented reality contact had filled his vision with the exact bumper which would start the very first broadcast episode of the game show they had been recruited to participate in. The young man scoffed as he shook his head with a bemused smile. "Such a stupid name..." He muttered under his breath as he saw words appearing across his vision as though being typed on a computer directly in front of his face. The text went on to explain in detail the scoring system and rules of the competition in more detail than the people at home needed to know about. Marcus's brow furrowed as he read the specifics of the scoring system. It seemed that he could afford to ejaculate inside a woman twice before he would be sent home, but if doing so knocked her up, he would get her whole bankroll from just that encounter, however big she might have built it up to be.
He chuckled under his breath as he looked around the resort lobby at all the other gathered competitors, all reading the same things he had just been, all awaiting their suite assignments for where on this private island they would be calling home for the next month, all competition that he needed to fib, fleece, and fuck out of their money to go home with the cost of a new house in cold, hard cash.
"Good evening, everyone and WELCOME to KUM YOUR BANK OUT! On tonight's episode, you'll get a chance to meet each of our contestants in their home towns before we see what they've gotten up to on our Island! For those of you who haven't heard yet, this competition takes 30 contestants, 15 male, 15 female, and drops them into absolute paradise for one month together. That entire process is filmed from start to finish, and each contestant starts their stay with FIVE! THOUSAND! DOLLARS! in their account. However, they only get to take home what is in their account when the month is over, folks. Over the course of the month, every time they have an orgasm, they're paying somebody $500 out of that account. But wait! There's more! Each of our contestants has been equipped with specialty contact lenses and medical monitors which they are required to wear throughout the competition. Failure to keep the contact in and the monitor on is treated as a forfeit! Those contact lenses are equipped with microcameras which record their experience from their exact point of view! More importantly, the contacts change color and shape when the medical monitor says that the wearer is close to an orgasm, and even more so if they're getting off on a shameful kink! The more intense an orgasm you give, the more you get paid. Run out of money? You're out! Get pregnant? You're out! So if you can make your partner cum their brains out, they'll end up KUMMING THEIR BANK OUT! For the next month, every weeknight we will be coming to you with a supercut of all the shenanigans that our contestants got up to trying to built their bank, and bust their nuts! Now enjoy seeing who these people are when they aren't plowing each other!"
The screen blinked out as Marcus' vision cleared. Like all of his competitors, his augmented reality contact had filled his vision with the exact bumper which would start the very first broadcast episode of the game show they had been recruited to participate in. The young man scoffed as he shook his head with a bemused smile. "Such a stupid name..." He muttered under his breath as he saw words appearing across his vision as though being typed on a computer directly in front of his face. The text went on to explain in detail the scoring system and rules of the competition in more detail than the people at home needed to know about. Marcus's brow furrowed as he read the specifics of the scoring system. It seemed that he could afford to ejaculate inside a woman twice before he would be sent home, but if doing so knocked her up, he would get her whole bankroll from just that encounter, however big she might have built it up to be.
He chuckled under his breath as he looked around the resort lobby at all the other gathered competitors, all reading the same things he had just been, all awaiting their suite assignments for where on this private island they would be calling home for the next month, all competition that he needed to fib, fleece, and fuck out of their money to go home with the cost of a new house in cold, hard cash.
