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.
Turnabout is Fair Play
Hello again, dear reader,
I hope you enjoyed yourself last time, you can be sure that I did not. Well, that's not entirely true. Looking back at my previous matches has been an enlightening experience. Not enough so for me to say that Alpha God was right about me, but I can certainly see where he was coming from. My matches before Papa Bear, with a few notable exceptions, were nothing to write home about. Or write to you about. And my match with Papa Bear, damn, if I didn't so clearly remember the way my body and bones ached afterwards I'd have jacked myself dry. Speaking of which, we're going to go on a little diversion today and take a short break from my matches. Don't worry, you know I'll treat you right, just lay back, relax, and grab some tissues.
The nice thing about losing a match by blowjob was that there was much less clean-up work to do. Now, granted, I did go through an entire bottle of mouthwash trying to get the taste of dick sweat and cum off my tongue, but gargling and spitting was a hell of a lot easier than trying to wipe a ball-load of cum out of your ass. You just have to not think about what was sitting in your stomach...
Anyways.
I was washed and dried and in a clean pair of sweatpants in under ten minutes, which turned out to be a lucky thing for me, sort of. With the way my all-of-me was aching I considered just going back to my room, but I knew that Gym would still be in our green room and I definitely did not want to be alone right now. Even just walking through the halls alone made my mind drift to... weird... wrong places. Places full of sweating bodies and screaming men, men screaming at me, men screaming for me. No, no I definitely didn't want to be alone.
As soon as I opened the door to the green room it was like an adrenaline shot straight to my heart.
"Dude! Get in here!" Gym shouted at me. "You gotta see this!"
"See what?"
"It's gonna be awesome!" Frosh said, explaining nothing.
They were both on the couch, Gym with his arms splayed across the back and Frosh was sitting to the left of him, half-leaning against him. Seeing that made my stomach twist in a way I didn't want to understand. I took a seat on the couch next to Gym and the ache in my body from all the punishment I'd been through momentarily faded away. I leaned my head back until I was resting against Gym's arm. He looked at me and said, "Here. You look like you need a drink." My comfort was momentarily disrupted as Gym reached over and grabbed a beer bottle off the table and handed it to me and then exploded tenfold as he draped his arm over my shoulder, his hand resting on my bare chest. Every time his fingers brushed my skin... it's hard to describe. It was like a mixture of an adrenaline shot and Vicodin. All of my pain disappeared, my heart raced, I wanted to move, to jump, but only so I could sink deeper into that touch. So obviously what I did was use all of the energy left in me to sit stock still and drained that bottle of beer. Now, does this make me sound like a high schooler dealing with his first crush? 100% Did I understand this was a crush at the time? 0% But you know what else? Shut the fuck up.
Rod was... not there. His usual recliner was empty. That was when I heard the twanging guitar strings playing from the speakers. Rod's entrance music. Only it wasn't Rod on the screen, it was Hillbilly, bouncing from one foot to the other in the ring with a look like murder on his face.
Oh right, the deal. Alpha had kept his end of the bargain. I was honestly shocked.
"So if I have it right," the announcer said, "you had a hand in getting this match set up too, didn't you Alpha?"
"That's Alpha God to you." Alpha corrected him. "But yeah, I owed Rodeo a favor from back in the day and I knew he wanted to take a bite out of this punk so I figured 'why not?' Two birds, one stone."
The camera cut to Rod making his entrance. He was wearing an unbuttoned shirt that fully displayed his lean, sinewy chest and six-pack abs and his signature chaps and briefs. The outfit was pulled together by his cowboy hat and the bull-rope dangling around his neck. He was shouting something down to the ring at Hill though there weren't any mics to pick it up. I was able to figure out the jist of it from the way Rod pointed to Hill, then back at himself with his thumb, and finished it off with a few pumping thrusts with some mimed ass-slaps. Rod's an expressive guy.
Hillbilly answered back with a middle finger. He was dressed in his usual get-up, cut-off jean shorts and socks that left his toes and heels exposed. Apparently some of the patrons really liked that. His hairy chest was out for all to see. Over the weeks his muscles had only gotten larger, better defined. He was starting to press the boundary between otter and wolf. The camera focused in on Hill's eyes, his eyes glaring with intent that gave me the shivers even just through the screen.
Rod was no amateur, he wasn't Gym, he knew what he was doing here. But I was also aware that there was nothing sure when it came to this asshole. My stomach turned at the thought of Hill beating Rodeo. Ripping off his trunks, pulling out his hard cock, and-
Oh fuck, I was getting a hard-on. None of this should have been arousing me, none of it at all. Blah, blah, blah, I'm not gay I promise I'm just crossing my legs and holding a beer bottle over my crotch because...
Anyways.
I could feel my heartbeat hammering from my throat to the base of my spine as Rod got to the edge of the ring.
"What do you think Hillbilly's chances are tonight?" The announcer asked.
"That's gonna depend on if he can learn some new tricks." Alpha answered.
Rod jumped up to the apron and draped the bull rope over one of the corners. Just as he was bending to go through the ropes was when Hill struck. Or tried to. He charged forward ready to begin beating the hell out of Rod, except Rod wasn't there. He'd dropped low, pulling the rope down with him and Hillbilly was halfway through before he realized his opponent was missing. That was when Rod let the rope go and it struck Hill hard in the chest.
"Hot damn!" Gym shouted.
"Looks like that's a no." Frosh said, laughing.
Rod was up on the apron now, hitting Hill with a combination of elbows to the back and knees to the head and chest while he hung helpless in the ropes. He was really letting loose on Hill, just beating the ever-loving shit out of him, and when the camera zoomed in on his face there was an energy there I'd never seen before. It was subtle, but I was getting better at picking up on these things. The way his eyes flared when he drove an elbow into Hill's neck, the way his lip curled in a snarl. Rod was pissed.
After softening him up enough that Hill was hanging almost limp in the ropes Rod finally set foot in the ring. He tossed his hat onto the corner post and pulled off his shirt, making sure to give the camera a good look at his chest and abs as he did. He spun the shirt up until it was coiled tight as a rope and then leaned over and wrapped it around Hill's neck like a noose. He pulled Hill up so that his body was on full display. Hill's face was quickly going red and his hands grabbed at his throat in vain. Rod's lips twisted in a wicked grin.
"Let's see what ya got, boy." Rod said as he started groping at Hill with one hand, his other hand holding his choke tight. He started on the chest, fondling one of Hill's pecs, tweaking a nipple between his fingers. The camera zoomed in as Rod began to squeeze and twist Hill's nipple until he was letting out a breathless scream.
"Tittie twister." Alpha said. "Classic."
Rod loosened his choke just enough for Hill to get a breath of air before tightening it again. His hand journeyed lower, rubbing across Hill's abs and journeying down his treasure trail and below the belt line. Rod bit his lip and Hill started screaming in earnest as we watched him get him, quite literally, by the balls. Hill was doing his best to struggle but it ended up amounting to nothing as Rod continued to squeeze him. Hill's face was bright red and already growing sweaty either from the pain, the effort, or both. His body really got moving when Rod started yanking and jerking him this way and that from his grip in Hill's pants.
"Yeah boy!" Rod yelled, "give these folks a show!"
Hill managed to get the choke around his neck loose enough to get in, or let out hard to tell, a breathy, rage filled scream. Something seemed to change in Rod's grip, it looked like he really was rooting around in Hill's pants. His eyes lit up as he found what he was looking for and his hands withdrew a pair of knuckledusters.
"Hah, you'd'a been better off gettin' some brass balls, boy." Rod said, slipping the knuckles on with a surprising ease. "What's'at? You wanna taste?" He drew back his fist and drove it hard towards Hill's head. He stopped just short of caving Hill's skull in, tapping him gently a few times against the temple. "Nah, I'm not done with you yet." He tossed the knuckles away, presumably to an attendant just out of shot. With that done he let Hill go, now truly hanging limp over the middle rope. Rod didn't slow down a bit, running across the ring, rebounding off a rope, and landing a running dropkick that launched Hill onto the floor outside the ring. Lucky for him that shit's padded.
"Come on back when you're ready to fight!" Rod shouted down at Hill's prone form. He went over to a turnbuckle and leaned back against it like he was taking a rest.
Gym and Frosh were howling with laughter. And why shouldn't they? It was a great show. Me, I was... well I was tired, right? Beaten and bruised from my own match. That's why I was sitting there silently, still as the grave, watching as the camera zoomed in on Hill lying on the floor, his face still red though now I don't think it was just from exertion. His hair hung over his eyes as he crawled to his feet, his eyes wild. His fingers were clawing at the ground, coiling into a fist that he slammed down with an enraged shout. He rose to his feet and glared at the camera, more likely the cameraman, with a rage that set me on fire. Hill turned and ran into the ring, sliding under the rope and jumping up like a pouncing lion.
Rod was ready for him. He easily sidestepped Hill's attempt at a tackle and caught him in a headlock instead. The headlock flowed seamlessly into a takedown as Rod flipped Hillbilly over his back, landing with Hillbilly on his back and Rod cranking back on his head. Rod landed a few punches to Hill's face, driving his point home by grinding his knuckle in to his forehead. It was like one part beatdown, one part schoolyard bullying. Honestly beautiful.
"Shit, Frosh, get out the champagne!" Gym said. As Frosh got up Gym slapped his ass to spur him towards the mini-fridge. I gave Gym a surprised look. "What? We're all bros here." He said smoothly, giving my pec a squeeze that made my heart skip a beat. Frosh started pouring out glasses as we watched Rod wipe the mat with Hill.
Hill's struggling had reach a fever pitch. In desperation he reached up blindly, clawing at Rod's face. By luck he managed to jab him in the eye, loosening Rod's grip enough to escape. My heart was in my throat again, my pulse raging as Hill started to get the upper hand. He was on Rod like an animal, clawing and biting and kicking and punching. There wasn't any strategy to it, just mad, wild rage. No. No, no, no he can't do this. He can't win. Whatever division there had been in me went up in smoke the moment it looked like Hill might actually pull through. He cannot win, not when I lost.
Gym was on his feet, his fists clenched tight. As if this was somehow even worse for him.
Somewhere in the wild beatdown Rod managed to catch Hill in the head with a back elbow, and hard enough to knock Hill off him and rolling onto his back. Despite the savage attack Rod looked no worse for wear. He was quick to get on his feet and landed a hard kick to Hill's ribs, rolling him over onto his stomach. Rod stood over him and grabbed his arms, pulling back as he put his boot square in Hill's back. He stretched him long and hard while Hill couldn't even muster the strength to struggle. Rod upped the pain even more as he began stomping on Hill's back with his heavy boots. I could only imagine the pain he was putting Hill through. He finished off with a stomp to the back of the head, pressing his boot down and grinding Hill's face into the mat.
Rod kept the attack going, planting his knee in the center of Hill's back and pulling up Hill's right leg. He reached over and started cranking on Hill's neck with both hands while keeping Hill's leg trapped. The announcer cried out the obligatory 'break him in half' line. They were in the center of the ring and too far away for the mics to pick up what Rod was saying but it wasn't hard to figure out from lip reading. 'Tap! Tap boy!' Sure enough, Hillbilly started slapping the mat like a madman. He should've known better. Rod only started cranking him harder, pulling back like he was trying to rip Hill's head off.
Adding insult to injury, or more like injury to injury, Rod hooked Hill's nostrils like a bowling ball and pulled hard. Hill let out a cry of pain that, man, I don't know how to put it, it did something to me. For me. It was guttural, wild, that cry. Angry, fearful, painful, humiliated. I was disgusted. Disgusted with Hill for his weakness, with Rod for his naked cruelty, with myself for getting a boner.
Gym and Frosh weren't going through the same sort of conflict I was. They were laughing and cheering like this was a football game. That was when it really hit me, that the horror was gone. I didn't know it then but it was never coming back. This all just... was.
Hill kept slamming the mat, his lips mouthing 'I give! I give!' until his shouts were loud enough for the mics to pick up. Rod let him drop to the mat, the only movement for a while being the pair of their heaving, sweat slick bodies. Turns out kicking someone's ass can still take a lot out of you. Hill started crawling towards one of the corners of the ring. Rod followed after him, urging him on with some light kicks, nothing hard, just enough to remind him that he better watch out. Hill hauled himself up into the corner and turned to rest against the turnbuckle.
Rod pressed in until they were chest to chest. The camera zoomed in so we could see Rod's lips moving as he whispered something in Hill's ear. Whatever he said, Hill nodded in response. A grin spread across Rod's face and he stepped back. All of a sudden there was a turn in Hill's entire bearing. His breathing slowed, his stance shifted, his face turned into a snarl as he lashed out with a leg aimed right for Rod's groin. My breath caught as I was sure this was it, this was the turn, he'd just been playing opossum this whole time just like his match with Gym.
Except Rod wasn't Gym. Rod wasn't Hill either. Gym, Hill, me, we had our place in the little hierarchy among the rookies, but that's all we were, rookies. Hill, me, Gym, none of us had the sheer experience Rod did. He saw Hill's gambit probably before even Hill knew what he was going to do. Rod blocked Hill's strike with his own leg, pushing Hill's knee to the side. He grabbed Hill's arms and trapped them with the ropes. And his last free limb, his right knee? He drove that straight into Hill's crotch. And again. And again. And again, with the last strike he held it in, grinding his knee with such a force I thought he was trying to crush Hill's balls into his tailbone. Hill probably would have collapsed to the mat if Rod wasn't holding him up.
Once he was satisfied with his assault Rod grabbed Hill by the hair and pulled his head back and got up in his face.
"Think you're real smart, huh boy?" He asked, glancing away for a moment before turning back to Hill and hawking a loogie right on his cheek, the camera lovingly documenting as Rod's spit dripped down Hill's face. "I'll learn you smart, boy." Rod said before he whipped Hill out of the corner and across the ring. It was nothing short of a miracle that Hill had enough strength in his body to carry him to the other end where he collapsed against the opposite turnbuckle. Rod sized him up with a cocky grin. He leaned back in his corner and aimed a finger gun at Hill.
"Oh I know where this is going." Alpha said lovingly.
With a whoop Rod ran across the ring and launched himself at Hill, landing his ass on Hill's chest.
"Bronco buster!" The announcer yelled in delight as Rod continued his assault. Rod grabbed the ropes started trying to wash Hill's face with his bulge and cave in his sternum with his glutes. And let me tell you as someone whose been on the receiving end of this, those fuckers are rock hard. Even so, everyone knew the point of this assault wasn't to knock Hill out or even hurt him. It was to prove the point that Rod was in charge in this ring and Hill was just a sack of meat for him to enjoy however he pleased. To prove his point fully, after Rod was done busting Hill up with his ass he started stomping a mudhole in him. He kept going until Hill was helpless on his back, finishing off by pressing his boot into Hill's gut.
If there was any doubt that Rod had learned from Hill's two attempts at catching him off guard that was dispelled when he grabbed the bull-rope. He started off by binding Hill's hands together and trussing him up in the corner. Hill was on his knees, his hands over his head as Rod hoisted them up and tied the rope to the corner post. For good measure Rod grabbed his cowboy hat and put it on as he stood over his captive with his hands on his waist. He made a show of looking like he was considering what he was going to do but it was obvious there was only one path forward.
He closed in on Hill, who kept his head down. Rod grabbed his hair and pulled him up until he was looking up at him. He pressed in until his crotch was in Hill's face. "Lick it, boy." He said. A momentary look of rebellion cross Hill's face and Rod chased it away with a slap. "I gotta teach you again, boy?"
Hill was breathing heavy, from exertion, from rage. He proved it was impotent rage as he leaned forward and ran his tongue across the bulge of Hill's trunks. Rod yanked him to the side. "Start here." He said as he shoved Hill's face into the crevice of bare skin between his chaps and his trunks. The sweat pooled there and got ripe from all his exertions in the match don't ask me how I know this. Hill hesitated only for a moment before his tongue was out again and he was cleaning off his victor's crotch. Rod ground his crotch in Hill's face, forcing his tongue to get all up in his sweaty trunks. It got to the point that Rod was just dry humping Hill's face against the corner post.
We had all gone silent in the green room, watching enraptured. Me leaned back still dealing with my own aching body, Gym leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and all his muscles tense, Frosh with his hand slipping under the waistline of his pants. What a horny asshole, right?
Once Rod was satisfied with Hill's work he pulled back. He lowered the front of his trunks and let his hard cock flop out, slapping Hill in the face. He chuckled as he slapped him a few more times. "Yeah, you know what comes next." Hill obediently opened his mouth and went to lean in, but Rod stopped him, pulling his head back.
"Good boys get to suck." Rod said, crouching down to look Hill in the eyes. "You ain't been a good boy."
For the second time since I'd met him I saw true fear on his face. The first time... well, see chapter 2.
"No, no c'mon man you've won! C'mon!" Hill begged as Rod untied his rope from the post and dragged Hill to the center of the ring. He had Hill on his knees and pulled the rope back so that Hill's arms were yanked between his legs and he was forced face down ass up. Rod kept Hill's thrashing form down with a boot to the head while he tied Hill's hands and feet together. This was his signature and he was a master. I'd seen him tie up men twice Hill's size with much more fight left in them, Hill looked like a calf at a rodeo (hah!) in comparison.
While Hill struggled with his cheek (the one on his face) pressed to the mat Rod went to the ropes and motioned off screen. His hand came back with a bottle of lube as he shouted. "You get this 'cause Mauler's my friend." Rod sauntered back to Hill and pulled his pants down, revealing Hill's nice, round ass. Damn, he'd been squatting. Rod took his time admiring Hill's ass, running a hand over it, cupping his cheeks (the ones on his ass, hah hah!), before spreading them open. He lubed up Hill's ass like an artist, swiping the hole first, going in with one finger, two, three, four just to show off. Just from his fingers Hill was already starting to moan between his begging.
"No-oooo! Please I-ah!"
Rod ignored him, giving his cock a generous coating of lube before he squatted over Hill's exposed asshole. With one hand holding Hill's head down and another guiding his cock, Rod shoved his rod (hah hah hah!) deep into Hill's hole. Hill let out a yell as Rod entered him, struggling in his bindings to try and inch away like some sort of bondage inchworm. It was no use. Rod thrust in and out like a jackhammer, pounding Hill with such force that the ring ropes shook. He shifted his grip so he was holding both of Hill's shoulders to keep him steady.
Now Rod's a good fucker, real good. He knows how to please a guy and he knows how to destroy him. Tonight he was leaning more on the destroy side. He would thrust deep until his hips were grinding into Hill's coccyx, pulling almost all the way out, and slamming all the way back in. He changed up the pace as it suited him, sometimes slamming hard and fast, sometimes slow and deliberate. His eyelids fluttered in sheer ecstasy as he tore up Hill's ass.
"Fuck," Frosh said in awe, "I can't believe you guys are gonna have to fight him."
"Who, Hillbilly?" I asked.
"No, Rod." Frosh said. "That's how we get out of being rookies, we have to fight our mentors. We get to choose a name if we win, you didn't know?"
No, I in fact did not know. With this new knowledge I watched as Rod plowed deep into Hill's ass. The camera got a wonderful shot of Rod's glutes tensing as he pushed all the way into Hill and then even deeper as he came. The shot panned up to Rod's blissful face, down to where his cock was fully engulfed by Hill's ass, down to Hill's red, sweaty face pressed hard into the mat. Hill's blank stare, almost corpselike, was obscured by the way his hair fell across his face. But it felt to me like he was staring directly into my eyes. Rod finished off with a few more pumps, making sure it was clear to everyone who the winner of this match was, as if there was any doubt.
As Rodeo sauntered out of the ring, doing a little dance before hopping off the apron to drive his victory in, I knew that my experience in the Ring was really only just beginning. I had thought I was hot shit before and if my match with Papa Bear hadn't already proved I was less than shit compared to some of these guys then this cemented it. I watched as Hill was untied by the attendants and knew in the pit of my gut that the mountain I thought I was climbing was just a... a hill. The real mountain wasn't even in sight yet.
The night continued on with a match between one of the Pantheon, Enkidu a big hairy muscly Iraqi guy, up against a challenger for his position from a member of the Throne, a masked brute named The Dragon, one of Alpha's proteges. Enkidu would win, if you're curious. Rodeo came back wrapped in a bathrobe to no small applause from the three of us. Whatever my feelings, that was a hell of a match. Rod was all smiles for the first time I'd ever seen, he even tousled up Gym's hair before he collapsed back in his chair.
"Don't let anybody say I don't take care of you boys." He said. "V, pour me a shot a' whisky."
I was ready for an early night once the last matches were done. Gym and Frosh were staying up celebrating but I just didn't have the energy after the beating I took tonight. I went back to my room, shut the door, stripped down, and lay back and tried to go to sleep. Images started filling my mind as I was drifting off. Papa Bear's body falling down on top of me, crushing the air out of my lungs. His dick going deep down my throat, his cum filling up my mouth. Hillbilly, trapped against the corner as I fucked him. It... wasn't a bad image, not as I felt it. There was a knock on my door and I startled out of my half slumber.
"I'm sleeping." I called out, figuring it was Gym or Frosh trying to entice me to the party. As I shut my eyes again there was another knock. I groaned. "Go away." Another knock. "Jesus Christ." These guys really weren't going to leave me alone. I got up and padded over to the door. The moment I opened it there was an arm at my chest pushing me back. With the light from the hallway I caught a brief of glimpse of Hillbilly's rage filled eyes as he forced his way into my room, kicking the door shut behind him as he did. Half-sleep and surprised as I was I had no chance to defend myself as he forced me back all the way until I fell onto my bed. He was on top of me as I fell, grabbing my wrist as I tried to lash out and then my other hand, forcing them down into the mattress as he sat on my chest.
"Just what the hell kind of game do you think you're playing here?" Hillbilly growled at me with a rage I'd never seen from him before.
I laughed "Rough night?"
Hill didn't find that as funny as I did. Like lightning he let go of my wrists and grabbing my balls in a crushing grasp. The pain was intense, it shot through me like a nauseous, burning wave. I screamed but Hill covered my mouth with his other hand, muffling it. I started to struggle against him but he loosened his grip, still holding my balls in his hand.
"You're going to shut the fuck up, and you're going to listen to me, or I'm going to rip your balls off and use your nutsack as a condom while I fuck you into the floor, do you understand?" He was in my face as he said it, alcohol heavy on his breath.
I glared up at him through teary eyes but what was I going to do? He had me pinned. He still had my mouth covered so I could only answer by nodding.
"I get you don't like me." Hill said, "I don't like you either. That's fine, I don't care." Later events would prove that to be a lie, we'll get there. "Whatever cute little scheme you've got going with Management, I want out of it. Now."
That confused me. I tried to say as much but, y'know, covered mouth. All I could manage was a muffled "mm mm mmf mm?"
"I said I want out. Get me out."
"Mm mmf mm mmf." I rolled my eyes.
Hill let out an annoyed sigh and pulled his hand off my mouth. "What?"
"You think my scheme's cute?" I couldn't help myself. It was almost worth the pain as Hill started to crush my balls again.
"Get me out." He said, starting to twist.
"I can't. I can't!"
"What do you mean you can't?"
"Why'd you agree-ack if you didn't want this?"
"Agree to what?"
"The deal!" I was half explaining half begging, "the deal with Alpha!"
Hill let me go and I started coughing, fighting to keep the bile from coming up my throat.
"What the fuck did you do?" He said with murder in his voice.
"Alpha offered me a deal. Earn $15,000 over three matches and he'd lower his take. I said I'd only do it if you did too. He said you agreed."
Now Hill rolled his eyes with a groan. "You stupid sack of shit. You dumb motherfucker. You made a deal with that asshole? You made a deal with him and you dragged _me_ into it? No, no I didn't agree to shit. I got told 'oh, change of plans Hillbilly, we've got a new angle for you.' Asshole."
"What do you want, sorry? I'm not."
He leaned in close, close enough his hair was scraping against my cheeks, his hot breath washing over my skin. "What I want? If you've got a problem with me I want you to say it to my face, not scurry around my back like a little bitch. What, too scared to look me in the eye? Need your daddy to fight your battles for you? Fuck did I even do to you, man?"
"Oh Jesus, I dunno, bit my ass? Brass knuckles? You being a general asshole? Take your pick."
"You bit my-! No, no I'm not doin' this. You still sore about my match with Gym? You deal with it you fuckin' pussy, not your trainer."
"Yeah, well, we're both a bit booked for our matches for the future. Next time I'm free though, I'll even let you suck me off this time."
Hillbilly squeezed my balls again, but just as a warning. I didn't want to admit it at the time but it was, at least a little, incredibly hot.
"Hey, you asked." I said through pained laughter.
"Can't say I'll do you a better job than your boy Gym. He's a natural at cock sucking."
"The fuck is your problem, man? Just 'cause we're all stuck here doesn't mean you have to be an asshole about it."
Hill's brows furrowed at that. "This ain't prom, Varsity, I'm here to make money, not friends. Which is why I don't appreciate you messing with my matches."
"Yeah, well, take it up with Alpha."
"Nah, you're gonna do that. You got me into this mess, you're gonna get me out. Got it?"
"Bite me, asshole."
He, uh, he did. Hill bit me, right on the face, just under my eye. Lucky for me his grip on my balls slipped and I was able to land a punch to his gut that got him off me and gave me enough room to get to my feet. We wrestled for some time until I was able to gain leverage and force him onto his back on the floor while I straddle across his bare chest, my rock hard cock right by his face. We were both sweating and there was a pounding on my door, this time with Gym's voice clear to hear. "Dude! Open up!"
I barely heard that. I looked down at Hill struggling underneath me. "So, gonna get sucking?"
"Fuck you!"
"Didn't think so."
Lucky thing about being a rookie in this instance, our rooms were miniscule. I was close enough to the door that I could open it without losing my leverage over Hillbilly. As the door swung open Gym barged in with Frosh close behind, the two of their panicked expressions dissolving into confusion.
"Uh..." Gym said.
"Are we... interrupting?" Frosh asked. I was suddenly embarrassed for my nudity, a rare and debilitating weakness in the Ring. I got up off of Hill who quickly scrambled to his feet. Without a word he barged out of the room. Gym turned to go after him but I grabbed his shoulder.
"No, it's... he's done."
"Are you ok dude?" Gym asked, looking me over. All over. I could feel my cheeks turning red.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I wasn't, but I didn't want him to think I was weak. "He's just pissed over getting his ass kicked and wanted to take it out on me."
Gym's concerned look quickly turned to a wide grin. "Hah, you showed him! Shit, is he gonna start going after us outside the ring? We're gonna have to start sharing a room! Haha!" Gym clapped me on the shoulder. The suggestion was... not terrible sounding. Wait, no, nope, don't need that.
"I think I can take care of myself. Thanks though. You're a bro."
"Well if you ever..." Gym trailed off.
"Yeah."
"Cool." Gym said as we stood there, Frosh in the hall awkwardly looking off into the distance. "You should get some sleep." Gym said.
"Yeah, big match coming up, gotta get training tomorrow."
"We'll do squats!"
"Yeah, squats. You guys have fun, alright?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
Frosh looked between us. "Oooookay... Good night Varsity." He said as he gently pulled Gym out of my room.
"G'night!" I said with forced cheer as I shut the door. I fell back on my bed, my heart still racing from everything that had just happened. I shut my eyes and did my best to think of... nothing. I needed to sleep.
I did have a big match coming up, after all.
