The following is fiction. It contains themes that some might find disturbing. Please check the tags and read at your own discretion. All characters are over the age of 18.
Chapter 1 - Virgin Sacrifice
Dearest Gentle-Pervert, there are only three possibilities which I can think of for how you have ended up reading this account of my life and experiences:
1. You and your innocent soul have somehow stumbled upon this story by accident, in which case I suggest you put it down, leave your home, and go to the nearest holy place of your choosing and thank whatever power you believe in that you received a warning when you did. I am a forgiving god.
2. You are a curious sort seeking to understand what pride and a greed for money can do to a man's soul, in which case I suggest you stop deluding yourself and admit that in fact-
3. You are a sick, sick deviant who finds the rarest pleasure available for humans to experience when at least one person is being degraded to their most base nature, in which case I ask you to not be offended, as I consider myself to be firmly a part of this category. For you, my dear compatriots, I tell you to read on and try not to enjoy yourself too much.
Let's begin with some introductions. Hello. I have a name, I have several names actually. You're going to learn one of them soon. As for my first one, the one my parents gave me, that name I can assure you that you are never going to learn. It doesn't matter anyways. What does matter is where I came from and where I've ended up. I'm not going to say I was some boy scout. Well, scratch that, I was a boy scout, but let's just say that I never earned my good behavior patch. I won't lie to you, reader, I came from money. Not penthouses-in-New-York kinds of money, more like daddy-runs-the-one-big-factory-in-bum-fuck-nowheresville kinds of money. Think McMansions surrounded by cornfields. I don't have some sob story, I got all the hugs I needed growing up, I was tutored when I was falling behind, and any sports I tried out for I got into not just because my dad paid for the team's new uniforms but also because I was actually that fucking good, thank you very much. Football, hockey, even lacrosse, I played them all. But it was wrestling that was my passion, and not just because I liked the feeling of another guy buckling under my strength.
Now that you've got a sort of idea of me, let's introduce our first side character. Because I have a sick sense of humor I'm going to call him Jim. That'll make sense in a bit too, I hope you're a patient pervert, dear reader. I promise it'll pay off. Jim was, and is, my oldest and longest friend. Our dads were friends, business partners even, and so our friendship was an unavoidable, natural development from that. Wherever one of us went the other was sure to follow. I join the football team, Jim joins the football team. Jim goes to State U I go to State U. And yes, we were roommates.
So why am I telling you about my all-in-one teammate, roommate, sparring partner, and spotter. Why, because it's that dumb motherfucker that got me into all of this in the first place. See, while my passion was wrestling, Jimmy boy's passion was bodybuilding. And god he's good at it too, might be the only thing he's better at than I am. Now don't worry dear reader, I do have a six pack. But while I've always had a nice little layer fat on top of mine, Jim? You could grate a whole wheel of parmesan on his abs. Probably gives a good sense of the smell too. But yeah, biceps like cantaloupes, calves like watermelons, glutes like some other round and particularly juicy fruit that I'd love to take a bite out of, you get the picture. But see, Jim's problem was that nothing was ever quite good enough, maybe it was the dysmorphia (See? I know big words too!) at the heart of every bodybuilder, maybe it was the fact that I was always better than him at everything else, but he just couldn't help trying to get his swoleness even swoler. Hands up if you can see where this is going.
It was the summer before our senior years of college, the night of my twenty-first birthday. I remember this because the only reason even Jim was stupid enough to do what he did is because he was absolutely hammered. He was talking with one of the brothers from our frat. Oh yeah, we were in a frat, no I won't tell you which one, it doesn't matter. In full honesty I don't remember the whole conversation but suffice to say that our brother knew a guy at the gym who "had the good stuff" and that Jim would "still be all natty bro." Of course Jim had spent all of his money buying himself beer on my birthday and he wouldn't be getting another allowance injection until the end of the month, so he needed me to come along and spot him the cash. I would have gone along anyways but I just wanted you to know that. So the two of us go to the gym and meet this 'guy.'
Dear reader, it was a fucking cop.
Now to be fair to Jim, he was genuinely selling black market testosterone, but when Jim started arguing about the price and drawing too much attention he decided to save his own ass and arrest us. Turns out when a cop says the illegal supplements you're holding are yours and not his, his friends will believe him. Our dads could have spilled the cash to get us the best lawyers and get us off with a slap on the wrist but, well, they were pissed. Jim's dad was furious with him for being so stupid and me? Well I was already in the shit with mine for my own spending habits to begin with. I'll be honest I can't blame all that on Jim, but what do you expect when you give a young man more money than he knows what to do with? So we're cut off, we go to jail, and we're about to go to prison for god knows how long, until the two of us are given an offer that we just cannot refuse.
To protect everyone involved, but mostly myself, I'll be brief about the process. It was sold to us as, quote, "like that movie A Prayer Before Dawn." We would enter into a fighting ring and have the chance to earn ourselves to freedom much earlier than our prison sentences would allow.
Dear reader, it was nothing like A Prayer Before Dawn.
Of course we agreed in a heartbeat. What, you thought two young buck jocks didn't think they'd wipe the floor with any sort of fighting tournament? Be real. So we signed on, and I do mean signed. There were at least a hundred pages of contract. I'm sure Jim wishes he'd read more closely now. Me? All in all I'm ok with it.
So one night a black tinted SUV comes for us at the jail and whisks us away, never to be seen again. We got poked and prodded to make sure we weren't carrying any disease we could give to someone else and then we got brought to the Compound. Whatever we had been expecting was nothing like where we ended up. It was a compound far from any sort of civilization and almost entirely self-sufficient. A cabin at the heart of a valley in the Rockies, a lodge in the heart of the Black Woods, a beach house just outside Dubai, I won't tell you where we were taken but whatever you imagine make sure it is fucking Idyllic with a capital I. Jim and I were each given our own plush rooms, a nice big bed, private bathroom, shared gym attached. It was nicer than either of us had thought we could hope for even a day ago. Honestly I was expecting to be put in a cell with leaky pipes, twenty other desperate guys, and rats all over and I'd still be happy for the chance to avoid prison. I'm delicate!
This is also when we were introduced to our trainer, a man named Rodeo. Now I can hear you saying, "Wait, that's not a name." To which I answer, "shut the fuck up, it is now." Anyways, let me get to the part you're really reading for. Rodeo was somewhere in his late 30s early 40s, I've never asked him precisely. He's got the sort of muscle built out of hard work. Throwing around hay-bales, taming mustangs, that sort of thing. Both Jim and I have plenty of bulk and definition on him but Rod (we call him Rod) has that sort of corded muscle that would make Popeye cry from jealousy. Maybe my favorite thing about him is how he half-screams, half-moans whenever I bite his half-dollar nipples. But I get ahead of myself. His shoulder length, sandy blond hair, trimmed beard, and piercing stare would've fit right in in the cast of any cowboy movie. Name make sense now?
For about a month or so he trained us hard. Everyday had a muscle group, every morning and afternoon a different technique. It was his job, he explained, to make sure that we put on a good show once we set foot in the Ring. Oh yeah, expect a few Capital Letters showing up soon. Here, let's get them out of the way fast:
Ring, The: that was the name for whole damn mess we were in, organization, compound, actual fighting ring, all of it.
Patron: someone who watches and pays for the fights. See also: sick fuck
Management, the faceless, bloodless, ball-less motherfuckers who run the whole thing.
Attendant: these guys made the place work, anybody who worked for the Ring that wasn't a fighter or in Management was an attendant. They organized everything, kept the place clean, and just generally kept the whole of everything from falling apart. Remember to tip your waiter and say hi to the janitor folks. Completion, I'll let you learn what that one means at the same time I did.
The rules of the Ring were simple.
1. You cannot kill your opponent, even on accident. Don't you love when that has to be a rule?
2. You cannot dismember, or attempt to dismember your opponent. That means you can poke his eyes all you like but the moment you poke it out, you're fucked.
3. The match ends either upon Completion or one of the fighters declaring "I quit." If you quit the match immediately ends and you are released from the Ring. You are returned from whence you came to either serve the rest of the time you hadn't paid off or taking whatever earnings you had accrued if you'd paid off your time already. You were to never speak of the Ring again and if they found out that you did Management would sue your ass so hard you'd end up back in the Ring just to pay off the debt you go into. Funny little loophole here though which I imagine Management is about to find out real soon, you only sign the NDA once you leave the Ring.
4. You can earn money two ways
A. If you win the match, you earn $5,000
B. During the match, patrons can place a request with an attached cash amount. If you fulfill that request you get the money, win or lose. All requests are pre-screened to make sure they don't break any of the other rules of the Ring.
Jim and I were both in for $1,000,000. You do the math.
Alright, I think that's enough set up for all of us. So how about we get on with the show, yeah?
Let me set the scene. Jim, Rod, & I were all seated in our green room waiting to be called up. I was expecting to be given a uniform but if anything it was the opposite. Each of us had our own outfit on and I was struggling to find any sort of rhyme or reason to it. I was given a navy blue lycra wrestling singlet, covered all over in white and red stars. The 'all-American' look as Rod described it. They'd dressed Jim up like some sort of aerobics instructor from the 90s with gym shorts, a baggy yellow tank top, and a sweatband that his straight brown hair flopped over top of. The look did nothing to help the knots my guts were turning into. As for Rod, he was dressed how you might expect by now. Tight flannel button up that perfectly showed off his pecs, even tighter jeans that captured the full moon curve of his ass, and cowboy boots perfect for crushing a man's balls. He had chaps too, but he didn't wear those outside the ring. Sorry, The Ring.
There was a long couch with enough room for each of us to sprawl out and a mounted tv on the wall across from us, currently off. On the table in front of us the attendants had laid out a nice spread of charcuterie, crudités, champagne, all those nice French words for the good shit we needed to celebrate the start of the new season. I went to reach for one of the champagne bottles but Jim swatted my hand away.
"C'mon man!" He said, "We've worked so hard to get this cut, don't throw it away right before we get to show it off."
"I'm not gonna get a gut from one drink, man. I need to loosen up." I said back.
"Nah man, it's the water weight, it kills your definition."
"Actually, I'm pretty sure alcohol dehydrates you."
Somehow Jim was all spunk and sparkles about this. Despite everything Jim looked almost innocent with his toothy grin and cherry red cheeks like some cherub out of Heaven. I felt like I was about to enter the gates of Hell.
"He's right. For the wrong reason, but still." Rod said.
"Huh?"
"See, definition don't matter right now," He said in his signature drawl, "but you don't wanna go out there bein' even a little bit buzzed right now. Keep your mind clear and your eye on the prize. This'll be your first impression to the whole damn Ring. Better not fuck it up."
"Thanks," I said as I leaned back on the couch, "real encouraging."
"My job ain't to be your cheerleader sweetheart, it's to make sure you do well out there, you hear me?"
"Crystal clear, sir."
"Good."
Soon enough a black masked, black vested, just generally all black outfitted attendant came into the room and motioned to Jim. "You're on in ten. Please come with me sir."
"He's first?" Rod asked and got a quiet nod in response from the attendant. He paused for a moment before saying, "Well alright then, go and make us proud kid. Good luck."
"Who needs luck when you've got these? Pa-pow!" Jim said as he flexed both biceps. I couldn't help from letting my eyes linger on the curve of his shaved armpits and I'll admit now that I got a half chub just from the sheer, idiotic confidence Jim exuded like a pheromone. In case you haven't noticed yet dear reader, yes, I was a closet case, and yes, Jim very securely held my key.
Right after the door had shut on Jim's farewell wink that sent my heart a flutter I heard Rod sit back with a sigh as he muttered, "Ah, hell."
He leaned forward and fished out a beer can from the ice bucket on the table. When I cast him a confused look he just waved me off and after taking a swig said, "You'll see."
Soon enough the tv flicked on with the sound of fanfare as a camera circled the sort of ring you'd see in a boxing or pro-wrestling match. Spotlights illuminated it from above, making whatever else was in the room impossible to see in the contrast. What sounded like a man's voice soon started speaking.
"Hello one and all, my gentle-perverts and good-deviants, welcome back to the best single show in the whole wide world. THE! RIIIIIING!" He called. That should have been my first clue, but I was too young, dumb, and shitting myself with fear in the moment to really notice. "It's the start of a new season and I am feeling oh-so-good! You can expect to see all of your old favorites again and a whole plate of new rookies for them to sink their teeth into, and if we're talking about the Count I do mean that literally! Hah! We know what you're here for and we're ready to fill every last one of those cravings you just can't sate anywhere else. So tonight we're skipping the appetizers and going straight to the main course. He likes pounding the weights as much he likes pounding ass. Standing 6' 1" and weighing 230 pounds we've got your first rookie of the night. We're calling him theeeeee Gym Rat!"
Do you get it now? Ain't I a stinker?
The camera cut to a door opening on one wall and I saw Gym stumble out into the spotlight. It took a moment for him to reorient himself but as soon as he did it was like nothing had happened. He's always been a showman and he was putting in on better than he ever did. With a whoop he made a run for the ring and slid under the bottom rope into the ring. As soon as he was on his feet again he ripped off his tank top to display his perfectly sculpted 8-pack for the viewing audience. He counted out each individual one, and when he was done he started bouncing his pecs for the camera. His lips were moving but whatever he was saying there wasn't a mic to pick it up. The smiles and blown kisses said it all.
In that moment I really did believe he had a chance. I'd trained with him for years and in the last month I'd really seen his skill improve. I was stupid, but I did believe. That was until I looked over to Rod and saw the grimace he had on his face. He caught eyes with me and shrugged. "They're gonna fuckin' love him."
Before I could say anything else the announcer started back up, this time backed by booming drums like the steps of a t-rex in Jurassic Park. "And his opponent. You love him, you worship him, he's your five year reign champion! Standing 6' 6" and weighing 280 pounds he's here to make Gym Rat an omega because he is YOUR! ALPHA! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!"
As the announcer crooned Gym's opponent's name the doors on the opposite side of the room opened up, releasing a cloud of mist. Through it walked a giant of a man wearing black trunks and a muscle shirt that only served to titillate the imagination. The camera switched to a back shot showing off the man's bulging lats as he flexed. Then another cut back to Gym's face as the viewing audience watched him turn pale, his jaw hanging open. As the Alpha God approached the ring with a slow saunter, flexing his lats the whole way they made sure to give us as good a look at him as they could. Through the side of his muscle shirt you could see his massive pecs dusted with thick chest hair, his nipples sticking out and already perk. The camera lingered on each of his tree trunk thighs that seemed to strain at his trunks as he stalked around the ring, keeping his eyes on Gym as he did.
We got a close up of his face, his dark brown hair was cut in a crew cut. His jaw was covered by a neatly trimmed beard. His green eyes seemed ready to bore a hole into Gym. The only flaw I could find in him was a slightly receding hairline, but even that just made him seem to exude even more raw masculinity. After doing a full circuit of the ring he stepped up to the apron, pulled down the top rope, and into the ring. To his credit, Gym didn't run, didn't even take a step back. In retrospect he might have been too scared to.
There was no referee in the ring with them. It didn't seem like there was anyone in there at all except for Gym and Alpha. Gym, standing there stock still, his arms limp at his side, jaw slack, and Alpha just as silent, staring him down with a milk curdling scowl. The announcers voice came on again, practically dripping with excitement. "For those of you just tuning in we've got one of our up and coming rookies Gym Rat up against the one, the only, Alpha God! This contest is scheduled for Completion. All the standard rules apply. Fighters, are you ready?"
That seemed to shock Gym out of his stupor. After one last look up and down he nodded his head and raised his arms in the stance we'd been training together. To show his agreement Alpha raised his fist up with his thumb raised, gesturing to the camera to the right and then to the left before turning to Gym and drawing it across his throat.
"Pft, look at this fuckin' drama queen." Rod groused.
"Then let the games begin in 3! 2! 1!" And with the ring of a bell, it was on.
At first neither fighter moved. Gym had his dukes up, trying to look like he was ready for anything but I know him too good for that, he was well and truly shitting himself now. Alpha just stared him down.
"C'mon Gym, at least give 'em a show." Rod muttered. And that he did. Finally Gym launched forward and tried to get in a lock up with the Alpha. The muscle giant just kept staring at him while Gym scrambled to knock him off balance. Eventually he took one meaty paw and grabbed Gym by the face and shoved him back. Gym went stumbling back and landed on his ass. They just stared at each other, Gym in fear and Alpha in contempt.
Gym shakily got back to his feet and stepped forward again, ready to lock up. This time the Alpha obliged. The struggled for a bit, longer than I expect if I'm being honest, before Alpha seized control. He whipped Gym into the corner of the ring. Gym turned and hit the turnbuckle with his back, quickly met with 280 pounds of A grade beef charging into him. The Alpha crushed Gym into the corner with his whole body. Before Gym had the chance to collapse Alpha grabbed him and whipped him across the ring into the other corner and repeated the maneuver, again, and again, and again.
By the end of it a collective 1,400 pounds of muscle had crashed onto Gym. For the last one Gym didn't even have the energy to hit the turnbuckle with has back, crashing face first into the corner with Alpha landing on top of him, crushing him. Alpha stayed there on top of him, his chest heaving and his whole body starting to glow with a sheen of sweat. He leaned in and I could see his lips moving, whispering something in Gym's ear that made him try to fight back which only made Alpha laugh. Alpha looked around the room before fixing his gaze on something off-screen. A devilish grin spread across his face.
Alpha grabbed Gym's wrists and pulled them back so that his elbows were bent backwards over the top rope. Then he bent his knees, lowered his crotch, and started to dry hump Gym's ass. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My heart started hammering, the rage alone was too much and I shot up from the couch shouting "What the fuck!" All I could do was watch as the camera got a shot of my best friend with his teeth gritted, his face red, as he screamed in impotent frustration.
"What is he doing?!" I shouted.
"Sit the fuck down, kid. You better get used to this, you wanna make the patrons happy? You wanna get paid? This is what you got to do."
"Who the fuck wants to see this shit?"
Rod took a swig of his beer and motioned to me with a downward glance. "Kinda looks like you do, kid."
I followed his glance down and to my horror saw the outline of my own rock hard dick against my singlet. My best friend was getting destroyed, humiliated, and I was getting off. I paid more attention to Rod and I could see I wasn't alone. The top two buttons of his shirt were loose and every now and then he was rubbing the cold beer can over his nipple. Looking down in his tight jeans it seemed like he was even more into seeing his trainee get destroyed than I was.
Back on the screen the Alpha had put Gym in a bearhug. He was stomping around the ring, shaking Gym left and right like a ragdoll, roaring for the camera with all his muscles flexing. Gym was screaming, looks like the mics were on now. He started slapping the Alpha's shoulder and while it was muffled I could hear him screaming the same two words over and over again, "I give! I give! I give!" My heart sank. I knew he wasn't going to win, but I didn't think I'd ever enjoy seeing my friend submit to another man. Yeah, I know, keep reading.
Rod let out a whistle. "Oh man, they're gonna love this. Most rookies don't even make it a minute with this asshole."
The Alpha kept thrashing Gym around like a dog with a chew toy despite Gym's screaming.
"It's over! What the fuck! He submitted!" I shouted at the screen.
"It ain't even close to over, kid." Rod grabbed my arm and pulled me back down on the couch. "The magic words are 'I quit,' and I don't think you want your friend saying that without even earnin' a cent. Only way this is endin' is with Completion."
"What the fuck is Completion?"
Rod grimaced. "Was hopin' you wouldn't ask. Completion is what we call it when you fill your opponent up with your cum. Gotta be straight outta the fighters dick or else it don't count." He chuckled to himself. "Well, maybe not so straight."
For the first time, but not for the last, I considered saying 'I quit' before I even met my opponent for the night. And then I thought the million dollars and what that would be in prison years. "What the fuck." I said as I realized I was going to see Gym get his ass speared in HD. "So this doesn't end till Gym gets fucked in the ass?"
"Eh, maybe not the ass, any hole will do, mouth is probably more common, usually less fight that way." He scrunched his face up as he took another thoughtful swig. "S'pose the ear or nose would do too, if you're dick was small enough." He said with a laugh.
"So what, I'm supposed to sit here and wait until it's my turn to be raped by some muscle freak too?"
Rod put a hand on my shoulder as if that was meant to calm me. "Look, this sucks. I know it sucks. I been through it same as Gym, same as you will. But if I had to put money on it tonight? I would bet you've got a fighting chance, you'll probably be fighting another rookie. It's Gym's bad luck he was picked first. It's how Management likes to start a season, it's a tradition. Here in the back we call it a virgin sacrifice." My mouth went dry and my stomach did a flip when I heard that.
"A chance? Dude I'm straight! We're both straight! How am I supposed to win if I can't even fuck a dude?"
"Yeah, sure." Rod looked me over again, his eyes lingering on my crotch for longer than I was comfortable with at the time. "Well, 'straight boy', you better get yourself a taste for man ass right quick or get yourself a spank ready to go on command. Your in a fuck or be fucked world now. I won't say I like the rules but I gotta live with 'em and so do you." I didn't have a response to that. I didn't have any choice at all. So I just sat back and watched the rest of the match.
Alpha had Gym over his shoulders now, cranking on his spine in a torture rack. I could only watch with growing horror as he pulled down the front of Gym's shorts along with his jockstrap and Gym's rock hard cock sprang to attention for the world to see. I'd seen Gym's dick before, I'd even seen it hard when he thought he was being sneaky with his jerking, but I'd never seen another man grab Gym's rock hard cock and start milking him like a fucking cow. No, wait, bull, bull! We're big manly bulls! Hah, yeah right.
Gym's screaming was weaker now, honestly I was shocked his throat hadn't gone raw at this point. Now and then he managed out a "stop!" or a "no!" but he may as well have been yelling to a stone. Alpha was relentless, he was choking Gym's dick like it owed him money. It didn't take as long as it should have before Gym was spurting out ropes of cum onto his own stomach. Did I mention part of our training included a 'no jerking it' clause? That made more sense now as I watched Gym get pumped for a month's worth of cum backlog. With a deep, rumbling laugh Alpha let Gym slip off his back and fall to a heap on the mat. Alpha struck a pose, his hands on his waist, as he cast his eyes around the room.
"Fuck is he doing? There isn't a crowd is there?"
"He's looking for what the Patrons want. You need to learn to wait and see kid, I swear to god."
Eventually Alpha found what he was looking for. He stalked over to Gym, looming over him, and the dread I felt at whatever was coming next burned hotter than the sun. He grabbed Gym by the hair with one hand, with the other he motioned to the camera to come closer. The screen zoomed in as he scooped up Gym's cum from his stomach and pulled him up into a sitting position. Alpha held his hand up to the camera so we could all watch as Gym's cum dripped from one thick finger to the other. Then he looked down, and using one thumb to force open Gym's mouth he brought his hand down and forced his fingers into Gym's mouth. And just like that, there I was, watching as a man force fed my best friend his own cum, and what do you think happened next, dear reader? As if on instinct, I found myself with my hand gripping my dick through the lycra of my singlet. Gym was thrashing in Alpha's grip, his sweat slick, exhausted muscles straining to get away from this objectively more powerful man, and all he could manage was to kick his legs while he was forced to suck down his own seed. It was horrifying, it was pathetic, and it was the single hottest thing I had ever seen in my life.
Rod saw what I was doing and grabbed my hand away, shaking me out of my reverie. "Hey! None o' that if you know what's good for you. Only way this ends is with you pounding some guy for hours with not even a single sperm to show for it. Hold it in, you'll be up soon and you'll get to let it all out. Trust me." I did my best to trust my mentor but damn, with the way this was going I was ready to burst at the slightest touch.
Gym was screaming again. Alpha had spread Gym's legs apart and was pressing down on his cock and balls with his massive boot. It was like he was trying to crush the last bit of cum out of Gym's dick. Gym was begging, pleading, but it went on and on until even Alpha seemed to get bored of it.
He let Gym's legs drop and got down on his knees, leaning forward until he was lying on top of Gym. With one forearm he pushed Gym's head to the side and though I couldn't hear what he was saying it was clear he was whispering something in Gym's ear. I don't know if it was just a twitch or if Gym was shaking his head, but either way it wasn't the response Alpha wanted. He grabbed Gym by the hair and dragged him to his feet, leading him to the ropes. He forced Gym's body between the middle and top rope and then pulled his head up and back. Gym put up a fight but it wasn't enough to stop Alpha from pulling his arms over the top rope, trapping him in place with his naked body on full display. The camera took it's going from his red, sweating face, down across his glistening pecs, perk nipples, heaving abs, and finally lingering on his now flaccid, still cum dripping penis.
Alpha grabbed Gym's chin and pulled it back, further exposing his body, and began landing blow after blow to Gym's massive chest, his hair flopping around as his body was knocked by the force of Alpha's fist. I prayed that each blow would be the last one but it seemed like it never would be. Gym's chest was so red I was ready to see his skin burst open and blood to start trickling down his body. A part of me that, at the time, I didn't want to think about actually wanted to see that happen. But luckily for Gym he broke before then. He shouted out something indistinct and Alpha stopped with his assault. He leaned in next to Gym's ear, his lips moved again, and this time it was clear as day to anyone watching that Gym nodded. Alpha smiled and nipped at Gym's ear, it was almost tender as strange as it is to say. With the crook of a finger he motioned to someone off screen and he grabbed a microphone from what must have been an attendant in the shadows.
"Here we go." Rod said with maybe a bit too much anticipation in his voice.
Alpha held the mic up to Gym's face and for a moment it looked like Gym wouldn't go through with it. All it took was Alpha grabbing him by the hair and pulling his head back so they could see eye to eye that made him relent.
"I..." Gym said through heaving breaths, "I'm your Omega, sir. You are... you are my god."
Alpha brought the mic up to his own mouth and with a voice that rumbled like thunder said, "What do you want from your god, scum."
Gym shut his eyes and I could see him give up whatever fight he thought he had left in him. "I want you to fuck me."
Alpha's scowl turned into the wickedest grin I ever did see as he brought the mic back to himself, and he said only one word that I could feel thrum from the pit of my gut to the tip of my dick. "Gladly."
He tossed the mic away and immediately pulled his muscle shirt over his head, revealing the full glory of his body. Glowing abs that rolled down his body like waves. A hairy chest that connected to a thick treasure trail that dove into his trunks with pubes practically overflowing over the top of it. He lifted an arm up to take a sniff at one of his dark, hairy armpits, with drops of sweat clear on the camera as they dripped down his skin and his clumped up hair. He reeled back as if he was overcome by his own stink. He rubbed one armpit with his shirt, and then the other, getting it deep in to soak up all the sweat. Then he shoved it down the back of his trunks, looking like he was wiping it from his taint all the way up his asscrack. Satisfied, he balled it up and shoved it in Gym's mouth.
The camera made sure to give us a full view of Gym from the front. His dick was hanging as limp as Alpha's pit and ass-sweat soaked shirt did as it dangled from his mouth. His head shook back and forth as he tried to get it out to no avail. Behind him the Alpha loomed, silhouetted by the spotlights that gave him the aura of a true god. I tell you reader, in that moment I was a believer. Forgot friendship, forgot loyalty, this was bigger than all of that. This was power. I watched with fascination as I saw Alpha drop a hand down to where his crotch was obscured by Gym's limp body. He telegraphed pulling down the front of his trunks and left us to imagine the huge hog he was letting loose. This wasn't like porn, the camera didn't zoom in on Gym's asshole as Alpha got ready to destroy it. No they stayed on Gym. Who knows how many people watched as his weak shaking turned to violent thrashing as Alpha forced his divine dick into Gym's virgin asshole without even the courtesy of a drop of spit. Alpha grabbed Gym's throat and forced his face to look at the camera as he pounded him.
Their twin gazes bore into me. Alpha's cruel and heavy with a lust that was only growing stronger, Gym's wracked with pain, humiliation, and a despair I thought I would never want to see in another man's eyes again. I was wrong. Alpha reached a hand out and was handed the mic again. He brought it up to Gym's stuffed mouth so that all of us watching could hear the same muffled screams that he was causing right now. He pulled the shirt out of Gym's mouth to make sure that his screams were clear for all to hear. There were no words now, no begging, just pure, animal fear, and pain, and rage reverberating off the walls of the arena.
"Oh shit," Rod said, "he's crying."
Sure enough, the camera zoomed in on Gym's face where streaks were riven in his red cheeks. It was hard to see at first through the sweat, but there it was. He was crying like a bitch.
Alpha gripped Gym by the shoulders and pounded away at him with such force that all the ropes of the ring were shaking. I was starting to get worried that he would break Gym before he was done but soon enough Alpha clenched his eyes shut. He slowed his pace and after three heavy thrusts he leaned his full weight onto Gym as he filled him up with cum. It was a miracle I didn't cum at the same time, god knows I wanted to. I could even hear Rod's breathing go short for a bit. God, I was horny enough that I might have jumped Rod if I didn't have my wits about me.
Gym hung limp in the ropes while Alpha lay on top of him. Alpha took a step back and brought his hand down behind Gym's back. Gym twitched briefly as Alpha did something with his ass. Alpha held his thumb up to the camera, showing it covered in Alpha's own, thick cum. He pulled up Gym's head by the hair and wiped his cum covered thumb across Gym's forehead. He was leaving his mark.
With that he pulled his trunks back up as the attendants disentangled Gym from the ropes. He struck a few poses in the ring and started talking with the announcer over the intercom but by that point I had stopped paying attention.
My head was in my hands, staring down at my still hard cock, as I tried to digest what I just watched. That was my friend in there, my best friend, and I just watched him get taken apart in ways I hadn't thought possible until tonight. And how many people were watching this? Hundreds? Thousands? Would our families see this?
Suddenly, Rod's heavy hand landed on my shoulder. I nearly jumped out of my skin and looked to him, expecting some sort of fucked up yet also helpful bit of wisdom. What I got was worse, a look full of sympathy as he nodded his head in the direction of the door to the room. "Looks like you're up, kid."
I turned around and there was an attendant standing in the door, looking at me over a black mask covering their mouth.
"Pardon the interruption, you're on in ten. Please follow me, sir."
...
"Fuck."
