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Chapter 2- Breaking Out
Welcome back, dear reader. Maybe I shouldn't be, but I'm glad I didn't scare you off. Since I'm assuming you had to take your time cleaning yourself off after my last entry, why don't we start with a quick recap.
Boy meets friend, boy and friend get swole as hell together, friend is a dumbass, boy and friend end up in jail, boy and friend avoid prison by joining an underground fighting ring, boy watches friend get utterly destroyed and fucked by an alpha muscle freak, boy is currently shitting bricks. All caught up? Cool, let's get going then.
So yeah, shitting bricks. I followed the attendant through the empty halls like a lamb being taken to the altar. More like a pig, actually, pigs are smart enough to know when they're going to their death.
To give you an idea of what it was like in the compound I should first let you know that every part of the fighting section was about fifty feet under the earth. Oh I'm sorry, did you think the 'Underground' in the title was just metaphorical? What this meant was that there were no windows, the only light came from LED lights set along the top and bottom corners of the hallway. Mix that with the stainless steel walls and what you get is a sort of claustrophobic minimalist cyberpunk nightmare. With seemingly everyone else in their green rooms or wherever they squirreled away the announcer it felt like I was walking through a bunker after all the rest of the world got wiped out. I'm telling you this because it's important to understanding how the Ring works. Remember, for the past month I'd only had Rod and Gym for human contact. Even the attendants kept out of sight, cleaning our rooms while we were training and setting our tables before we woke up or while we were resting. It sounds bougie as fuck, I get it, until you realize that you can't leave and your only options for conversation are "shut up until you've got your reps in" or your best friend in the world asking you for the 300th time in a row if his traps are looking any bigger. But I digress, lets get back to shitting bricks.
That wasn't metaphorical by the way. The first place I was taken was to a single occupancy bathroom and was handed a slightly warm rubber bulb, a jar of Vaseline, and directed into to 'prepare myself.' Now, afflicted with straightness as I was at the time, it had to be explained what was expected of me. When I balked the attendant who had guided me in helpfully explained that it helped 'keep down the mess.'
"Assistance can be provided if necessary." The attendant said, maybe trying to sound helpful, but to me it sounded like a threat. After considering the alternative I dutifully followed instructions. Suitably cleaned out and with an ass-crack smelling of sandalwood I was taken into a holding room.
This room was significantly less plush than the green room I had come from. There was a floor to ceiling mirror along one wall, a table set up with a variety of hair and body care supplies, and an attendant tapping away at a tablet.
"First time?" She asked. Boy did that hit me like a truck. Not the question, obviously, but it was only then that I realized it had been months at this point since I had seen a woman. I dumbly nodded in agreement with her question and she looked back to her tablet.
"Alright, then I'll go over what you should expect. You've been apprised of the rules, yeah?" Another nod. "Great, this'll be quick then. First things first you'll be searched for any foreign implements." Without even a fig leaf of asking permission she stepped forward and started patting me down. It didn't take long considering I was only dressed in a singlet and boots. Even so she took the opportunity to feel down both my legs maybe checking to see if I'd taped a knife under my knee or something.
I was reminded of a story my grandpa had told me once about his time in the navy. He said that after so long at sea surrounded only by men whenever he got into port even just shaking hands with a lady was enough to set him off. Grandpa was weird like that, I do not miss him. I remembered that story because here I was, at the tail end of weeks without catching sight of a woman, a full month of not jerking it once, getting felt up, quite literally groped, by a woman and I felt... nothing. It was probably nerves. Yeah, that's it.
After a peek down the front and back of my singlet the attendant seemed satisfied. "All good there. Second, you will be counted down from five, when the door opens make your way to the Ring. Your opponent will do likewise. The announcer will ask if you are both ready to fight. If both of you agree the announcer will count down the bell and once it rings the fight will begin. If either of you attacks the other before any part of this the bell will be rung and the match will begin then."
"Then what's the point of the fucking bell?" I asked. She ignored me.
"Third, there will be six attendants at the edge of the room. If needed they can provide you with a microphone or lubrication. This is a standard match so there won't be any other implements in the Ring this time. If either you or your opponent quits the attendants will put an end to the match. If you keep attacking your opponent after he quits you will be severely penalized. Do you understand?"
"Uh, yeah. Can I at least ask why six attendants specifically?"
"We've determined that three is how many are needed to restrain a fighter." I've seen the exact video of when they learned that lesson. Oh man, maybe I'll tell you about that some day.
"Alright," I said, trying to keep up as brave a face as I could in the face of that. "Anything else?"
She scanned her tablet for a second. "Just one question, do you want to quit now?"
God I wanted to say yes, you have no idea. Can you blame me after what I'd just seen? But when the alternative is prison, you'll find your calculations take a turn. So I shook my head and said, "No."
"That's what we like the hear. If there's any touch ups you want to do I'll leave you it, you're on in..." She checked her tablet, "Five. There's been a delay cleaning the mat."
I didn't want to think about what that might mean, so instead I turned to the mirror.
Yeah, we're getting to the part that I know you've been waiting for.
The navy blue singlet they'd given me clung tighter to my body than I would've liked. Even just walking down the hallway got it riding up my ass, which I suspect was sort of the point. It was a low cut singlet, rising up just over my bellybutton in the center and low enough around the sides to give a peek at my Adonis belt. All of my pecs were out in the open except for the thin straps that went down over my nipples. For the first time in a while I felt a surge of confidence as I looked over my muscular self. I put my hands behind my head and flexed. Call me vain if you want dear reader, but I refuse to lie to you. I was hot. I'm still hot now, but I was hot then too. I wasn't cut like Gym was but I wasn't trying to be, every muscle on my body was there for one reason, and one reason only. Power.
I had two or three days' worth of stubble across my cheeks that I didn't want to risk a quick shave to remove. Generally not a good idea to meet your opponent pre-bloodied. My hair, though, that was a mess. It had that just-out-of-bed look from the way I had been tearing at it during Gym's match. I considered keeping it that way for a moment but I thought better of it. I took a tin of pomade from the table and a comb and quick as I could slicked back my hair. At least that way if my opponent tried to get me by my hair he'd have a little bit harder time of it.
I had to finish up quick as the lights in the holding room turned up brighter and a voice came over the intercom. "One minute."
Shit.
My mind flooded with all images of who my opponent would be, all of them bearing at least some resemblance to the muscle monster that had just massacred my friend. I tried to hold on to a piece of advice Rod had given us during training. "You've gotta go into each fight ready to win. Don't let your opponent beat you before you've even seen him." That advice made a lot more sense now than it did at the time.
"30 seconds."
I could hear the announcer's voice echoing from the other side of the door in front of me. Hopping from foot to foot I rolled my shoulders. What I thought was just a door soon lit up with a 10, 9, 8, 7, 6...
Over the intercom I heard the attendant from before say; "5"
"4"
"3"
"2"
"Good luck."
With a soft hiss the doors opened up and a spotlight hit me right in the eyes. As I stepped through the door the announcer's voice boomed from above and echoed off all four walls.
"-letion with no time limit. Approaching the ring, standing at 6" 1' and weighing in at 210 pounds, he's been training real hard for this folks! Daddy spent good money to make sure coach gave him extra special attention! He's double majoring in jacking off and sucking dick! It's our second rookie of the night! Varsity!"
Took awhile, but we got a name eventually.
The announcer kept rambling on while I marched down the ramp but I did my best to ignore him. In front of me the Ring was lit up like a beacon. The arena was larger than it looked on TV, if I just kept my eyes on that nothing he said would get to me. That was until I heard another voice over the speaker, a voice that nearly made me lose it with just one word not even half an hour ago.
"What is this, the Year of the Muscleslut?" Alpha God asked. I could've sworn they turned the audio up on his mic the way his voice rattled my bones.
"Fun fact," the announcer said as if relating some harmless trivia, "Varsity here came to the Ring as a package deal with your last opponent, Gym Rat!"
"No shit? Think this one'll cry like a bitch too?"
I've never claimed to be a smart man, reader, but rarely am I dumb one either. This was not one of those moments. When I heard that a tremor of rage ran through me that was hard to keep contain. It's not like I could do anything to him from here, so I did the only thing I could do. I held up a middle finger towards where I thought a camera might be and shouted "Fuck yourself!"
"What do you think that means Alpha?"
"I think he's saying 'Fuck me, this is how big my dick is!' Hahaha!"
I was red with rage and embarrassment and I hadn't even reached the ring. Thankfully the sound of blood pumping in my ears helped drown out the two of them vamping about what I weak bitch I probably was.
The contrast of the spotlight in the otherwise dark room made it seem like there was just the Ring and nothing else. About ten feet further back from the edge of the light, however, I could see three men on either side, their hands either clasped in front of or behind their backs, it was hard to tell in the dark. I could only see them at all because what at first looked like a wall behind them turned out to be a massive screen. I only realized what it was when I saw some text appear on it in big font probably half as tall as me. "Take off your boots - $100.00"
I decided to ignore that too as I took the steps up to the Ring. As I got up to the apron the smell of antiseptic invaded my nostrils. Whatever the attendants had done they did it well, as far as I could tell the place was spotless. I did my best as I stepped through in to ignore the fact that I was touching the same ropes that had trapped up my best friend while he was fucked.
As I leaned back in one of the corners waiting for my opponent another message popped up on the opposite wall. "Pec bounce - $200.00"
I remembered how Gym had done the same and how things went after that. I stayed stock still.
Across the room there was another hiss as the doors opened. It was time for my opponent to make his entrance.
"Now coming to the ring, our third rookie of the night! Standing 6' 0" and weighing 190 pounds, he's too busy fucking pigs to take the time to fuck his cousin! But he does know how to make meth! From the biggest trailer in the park it's... Hillbilly!"
"Damn, Management's really scraping the bottom of the barrel, huh?"
"Here at the Ring we serve only the highest quality white trash."
Off in the distance I heard my opponent shout out "Hey fuck you, cocksucker!" We really were kindred spirits.
As he got closer I tried to get a good look at him. To, y'know, judge how much of a challenge he'd be. Yeah, definitely that.
First thing I noticed is that Management had dressed him up in a pair of denim overalls and seemingly nothing else, I saw that even his feet were bare when he stepped up to the ring. On the wall, 'Take off your boots' had gone up to $150.
He wasn't as broad as me and he wasn't quite as tall as me but that wasn't necessarily a good sign. To be sure, if this was a meet we probably wouldn't have ever faced each other, but as far as the Ring is concerned this was basically an even match.
He certainly made for an intimidating specimen. Beneath two full sleeves of tattoos I could see his bulging biceps and packed into those overalls was a whole mountain man's worth of wiry muscle covered up in a thick coat of brown body hair. He had hastily combed down shoulder length hair that was already going wild again as he ran a hand through it and a messy beard that obscured half of his neck. As he stepped into the Ring I did see a flash of fear in his eyes when we locked eyes. And yeah, it did make my cock twitch.
"This match is bringing you that classic American tale folks. It's town vs gown, snobs vs slobs, Queensbury rules vs down and dirty brawling!"
"That's boxing, dumbass!" I shouted up into the void. Hillbilly laughed and for a brief moment I think we both saw things as they really were. Not two opponents in a contest, but two guys trapped in a fucked up situation outside their control. That's a useful realization to have in the outside world. In the Ring it's the worst mistake you could possibly make.
"Don't care, Varsity." The announcer said. "All I want to know is, are. You. Ready!"
I looked at Hillbilly. He looked like he was somewhere between ready to kill me and shit himself. Like I said, kindred spirits.
Make no mistake, I could've quit then and there. In short, I could have given up, gone back to prison, and sat out my sentence. So I took in a breath and I nodded. "Ready." I said.
Hillbilly looked me up and down, and I saw that same determination crystalize in him too. "Ready."
"Then get ready to rumble in 3!"
"2-"
Hillbilly rushed me, hitting me like a cannonball and forcing me back into the ropes. I vaguely heard the bell ring in the distance as he was landing blow after blow on me. He got me all over, in the jaw, in the gut, in the shoulder. It took me a bit to re-orient myself and Hillbilly took full advantage. All it would take would be one good hit to the head and I'd be down for the count.
"Varsity better do something fast or this is going to be a short match!" The announcer called from above.
"Someone tell Management to stop recruiting from the School of Little Bitches." Alpha agreed.
The thought of losing, not just losing but getting fucked, while that asshole called me a bitch the entire time gave a burst of energy like I'd never felt before. With a heave I forced Hillbilly back into the center of the ring and locked up with him. From this position it was easy to get him in a headlock while he pounded at my gut, trying to get me off him. With a hip toss I got him down on the ground, trapping his right arm beneath me while his left flailed wildly behind my back.
"Looks like Varsity has more fight than you gave him credit for!" The announcer said.
"We'll see." Alpha answered back.
I had Hillbilly right where I wanted him, my full weight pressing down on him with nothing for him to do. He was thrashing around, but all he was accomplishing was tiring himself out. The only damage he managed was scratching his beard against my nipple. If this were a normal match I'd try and go for a pin, but that didn't mean anything here. This match was ending with Completion, I had to fuck this dude, and at that time I didn't think I could. That distraction was all the Hillbilly needed to get me off balance. He grabbed my hair and pulled back, hard. For a second I thought my neck would snap and the jostle was enough for me to drop my hold. Hillbilly slipped out from under me and the both of us scrambled back to our feet.
That's fine, I thought, I can bring him down again and I won't fall for his trick a second time. We locked up again but it looked like Hillbilly had actually learned his lesson. I wasn't able to get leverage on him as easily. I was getting close, I almost had my leg around his when he suddenly dropped the grip and jabbed a thumb in my eye. I let out a yelp and completely lost my grip, grabbing at my face. He followed up with a punch to my gut that knocked all the wind out of me and doubled over. My back then exploded with agony as he ran his fingernails down the exposed skin, carving rivets from my shoulder almost all the way down to my waist. I screamed, in rage but mostly in pain, and I fell down to my knees.
Hillbilly wasted no time. He pounced on me and got me in a rear naked choke, his bicep closing off my airways as he flexed. My back was in flames as his coarse body hair and salty sweat were rubbed into the cuts he'd made in my skin. I could feel his hot breath in my ear and my nose filled with the smell of alcohol as he whispered to me. "Just give it up, I'll be quick man, just give it up. It'll be over soon."
He really shouldn't have said that. I was down to be sure, if this were any other kind of match I probably would've given up the ghost sooner. But not now, not with Alpha and Rod and maybe even Gym watching. My mind filled with the sight of Gym crying, screaming in the ropes and I vowed in that moment that wouldn't be me. Not without a lot more of a fight.
I had to act fast, he knew how to do a choke and I could lose it soon and then it was game over. I struggled to my feet, Hillbilly locking his legs around me to keep his leverage. I stumbled around with him on my back for a bit before I got myself oriented. I had one chance left so I had to make it count. I charged back with all the force I had left into a corner of the ring, crushing Hillbilly between the turnbuckle and the bulk of my body. As I drove the air out of him his grip loosened on my throat and I was able to get in a breath of my own. The rush of blood back to my head was like a shot of adrenaline and I was soon hard as iron in my jock. I leaned back with all my power, crushing Hillbilly's screaming body into the corner. It was an unorthodox way of catching a breather, but it was the only chance I felt I was going to get.
The walls were full up with requests now. Some were simple but vague like "Armpit - $300.00" while some where a lot more clear like "Bite him until he bleeds - $2000.00." "Take your boots off" was up to $200. My eyes traced over the requests until a new one popped up on the screen that I could fulfill. "Stink face - $500.00." Whoever they were, they were a fast typer.
Behind me Hillbilly had been struggling for breath but I could feel his strength returning to him. Before he could get too much of his energy back I tensed my glutes, pulled out my waist, and rammed my ass straight into his core, driving whatever breath he'd managed to get in right back out of him. I felt him shudder beneath me and slide down a bit. I rammed him again, and again, until he'd fallen on his ass. I checked behind me to make sure he was right where I wanted him and pulled up my singlet to get out as much cheek as I could. I'm a simple man, you give me disrespect and I'll give it right back.
"Oh I think I know where this is going!" The announcer said.
"Ain't no way."
I shoved my ass into Hillbilly's face and I have to tell you reader, the feeling of a man's indignant screaming rage against your taint is a pleasure unrivalled in the universe.
"Stink face! Stink face!" The announcer shouted.
"God damn! Varsity's got more dirt in him than I thought!"
I ground my ass into his face until I was practically fucking myself with Hillbilly's nose. Reader I could have gone on like this forever but unfortunately a sudden burst of pain made me stumble out of the corner.
"Did he just...?" I heard Alpha say.
"We don't just have a fight on our hands here folks, we've got a dog fight!"
Hillbilly's teeth bit down even harder on my ass cheek and it was enough to make me stumble to the ground. He leaped on top of my back and started absolutely hammering the back of my head until I was seeing stars.
"Fuck is wrong with you man?! You think I'm some kinda bitch?!"
He hauled me up to my knees and pulled down the straps of my singlet before wrapping of them around my throat. He pulled up and started choking me like a hangman. "Think you're a big man, huh?" He taunted. "How's this for a real man?"
He dropped the straps and pulled my head back, bringing his hairy armpit down and clamping it over my face. He had me on my knees, back arched, breathing in the musty air of his sweaty pit. I tried to hold my breath for as long as I could but that proved to be a mistake. He started pounding on my chest and when I gasped to take in a breath my mouth was filled with his sweaty pit hair. After more pounding and suffocation he let me back into the open air before quickly wrapping the straps around my throat again. "You're gonna be smelling like me for a long time, slut." He said as he choked me.
It was starting to become hard to focus as a struggled to breath. Air to my lungs and blood to my brain was getting cut off and there was little I could do to stop him.
"Uh oh, this might be it for Varsity!"
"It ain't over 'till someone's balls are empty."
Much as I hate to say, write, whatever, Alpha was right about that. Everything started to get hazy and I began to lose track of time. Was this going to be how I died? Suffocated by a horny redneck who didn't know his own strength. I was drifting away until suddenly I could breath again, briefly. I felt a pain in my scalp for a moment and then a pain in the back of my throat. Consciousness came back to me all in instant and as I went to take in a deep breath my nostrils were filled with man musk.
Hillbilly had used the opportunity of my delirium to drag me over to the corner by my straps and prop me up sitting against the middle turnbuckle. His overalls and jock were around his ankles and his rock hard cock was ramming the back of my throat like a piledriver. I gagged and tried to take another breath, taking in another long whiff of his scent. Cause I needed to breathe. Right. I looked up at him with my newly focused eyes to see his full, uncovered body looming over me. His hairy chest was drenched, drops of his sweat falling on my face with every thrust. He was gripping the top ropes as he face-fucked me and when we locked eyes he winked at me. I didn't know it at the time, and if you had tried to tell me I would have laid you out, but reader, I was in love.
Not that love was going to stop me from biting down hard on his dick. His scream was sweeter than nectar.
"Good lord!" The announcer shouted.
"You bit my dick!" Hillbilly yelled in rage.
"You bit my ass!" I shot back.
"You bit my dick!" He screamed, red in the face.
"Real poets you got here." Alpha said, "One of you get a dick back in the other's mouth!"
Hillbilly tried to step back as I stood up but with his overalls around his ankles and so he fell on his ass as he tried to scramble away. Now it was my turn to pounce on him. I launched myself from the corner and landed on top of him, holding him down in a schoolboy pin. I looked down at him and the fear and rage in his eyes nearly made me cum then and there, which would have been a disaster for both us. Even so, the front of my singlet was soaking through with pre-cum. In a moment of inspiration I grabbed his head and forced his face right into my crotch. Didn't learn it until after the match, but that little maneuver earned me $250.
With no other option available, Hillbilly was breathing in my musk and I realized I had to let him go. If I kept him like this a month's worth of load would come shooting out right then and there. Damn, I really wanted to fuck this guy. I let his head drop and started pulling down my singlet. "Sounds like they want a face fuck. Fine, I can fuck your face." I said.
But I was still new to all of this, and I suspect now that Management had deliberately set me up by putting me in a singlet. Getting overalls down quickly is easy, but I was struggling to get my dick out, and that was all the opening Hillbilly needed. He was on his back and underneath me so he didn't have a lot of leverage, which is why nowadays I try to give him some grace for deciding to first punch me in the throat and then grab my balls in his vice-like grip. I tried to scream, of course I did, and immediately fell backwards, trying desperately to get out of Hillbilly's hands as I gasped for breath. That of course just gave Hillbilly my room to maneuver. He kept on me, he literally had me by the balls. With his other hand he finished the work I had started of pulling down my singlets.
Hillbilly was quicker than I was. He jumped on my back and got me in a choke again, his bicep pressing against my trachea. His legs threaded with mine and pulled apart. "You don't deserve this, but I'm a nice guy." Hillbilly said as he ran his free hand through my hair and wiped up my ass-crack with the collected pomade. A real hoist by my own petard moment. Without even a finger's prep Hillbilly set himself up and shoved his dick straight up my ass.
Now I believe we are all aware at this point that I am freak. But there is no level of freak big enough to make a dick up an un-prepped, un-lubed ass enjoyable. Anyone who tells you otherwise is a fucking liar. "But Varsity," I hear you say, "what about the prostate?" To which I say two things, 1. Yes, obviously, my prostate was getting the pounding of its life, but the bad outstripped the good by a thousand fucking miles and 2. If you ever call me Varsity to my face I will shove my dick so far down your throat I'll fuck your ass in reverse.
Speaking of ass rape. I was on fire from my bowels up to my gut and into my throat. My whole body was tensing trying to push out this invader, I was running out of air from Hillbilly's choke, and I was ready to vomit. Hillbilly was pounding me flat onto the canvas and there wasn't a god damn thing I could do. I struggled, I writhed, I tried to roll him over, but if anything all I did was bring him closer to climax. There were only two things that ended up saving me in this match. First, it turns out it can be challenging to cum with a bitten dick, who knew? And second, Hillbilly got greedy. Remember that "Bite him until he bleeds" request for $2000? Yeah, so did Hillbilly. He pulled my head back and started biting at my forehead but he had to make a choice, either keep fucking me or get that $2000. So he pulled out, not that this stopped the pain but little blessings, you know? And he crawled higher up my back and tore me open with his teeth.
If you aren't a fan of blood you should stop reading now, because it got everywhere and my face was quickly coated in a new coat of red. Satisfied with his work, Hillbilly let a gob of bloody spit land on my face. He was going to get back to work but it was already too late for him. While he was still unsteady on my back I pushed off the mat with all the force left in my body.
He'd kicked off his overalls a while ago and my singlet had been torn apart in the struggle, leaving the both of us stark naked as I jumped on top of him. "Wait! Hold on! Man, hold on!" He was shouting as I tackled him. I was mounted on his back and I grabbed a fistful of his hair. I was mad, I was fucking furious, and I was going to make sure that he knew it. I slammed his face into the mat, and again, and again, and again until my arm started to get sore. Then I grabbed his head with both hands and ground him into the canvas, literally wiping the mat with his tongue while he screamed. I flipped him over and that look of sheer, bleary eyed terror might have been enough to knock me out of my rage, but then a drop of my own blood landed on his cheek. And reader, that reminded me that some things require a rough retribution.
I grabbed him by his long hair and dragged him to his feet before pushing him into a corner of the Ring. I lifted his legs up until his knees were up against his shoulders, held in place by the weight of my body pressing down on him. He looked at me pleading. "Please, please don't. I'm sorry man, I'm sorry. I'll suck you off!"
"Too late." I said, and I speared him with my dick. He thrashed in my arms trying to get off but there was nowhere for him to go. I had him trapped against the turnbuckle and all his fighting managed to do was massage my dick even harder. I had been operating off of pure rage for the longest time, but as I fucked him eventually my lust managed to overtake my anger. I hadn't cum in a month so I was pounding him like a dog in heat. Reader, I destroyed that redneck. At a certain point he was basically fucking himself as he would try to climb out of my grip and inevitably fall back onto my dick. His begging had turned to screaming, his screaming had turned to whining, and as I broke his ass in it eventually turned to a pained moaning. When I look back on this match there are times I want to think that Hillbilly enjoyed at least part of this fucking. But at the time that was the last thing I wanted, which is why I started slapping him across the face and calling him a pathetic slut.
I can't tell you how long I pounded away at Hillbilly's ass but I can say that I had never gotten off like that before in my life. When you've spent your life trying to get off to straight porn and then suddenly find yourself fucking a gorgeous, muscled up otter... I still can't find the words to describe it. It was like my first orgasm ten times, a hundred times over. As I pumped that hick full of cum, I tell you reader, I was a god. It was heroin, I forgot about all of the aches and pains I'd accrued over match, it was cocaine, my heart was pounding and I could have kept going for hours, it was weed, I was completely detached from reality. It was just him and me, dominator and dominated, victor and victim.
A string of cum dripped out of his ass as I pulled out. I held him there, my forehead pressed to his, our sweat and my blood mingling together as I held our bodies together. I didn't know what it was that I wanted in that moment, I just wanted. Our breathing slowed as one, and as I pulled back I saw that he had come as my body had crushed his dick between us, both of our abs covered with his semen. "Guess you had a good time too." I muttered.
"Fuck you." He said in response. And with that I let him drop into a heap in the corner, his body still dealing with the gauntlet I had put it through.
As the thrum of blood pumping in my ears settled down I heard the announcer calling the match.
"That's it folks! What a match! I don't think in all my time that I've ever seen two rookies go at it like that! Alpha, have you ever seen anything like that? Alpha? Folks it looks like my co-commentator has gotten off somewhere but-"
The announcer's voice cut off as the doors on the far side of the room let out a hiss, and clouds of steam started to roll out accompanied by the sound of drums.
