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.
Double Date
Hello again dear reader, I hope you're enjoying the ride. So far in this rollercoaster called the gauntlet we've had the precipitous drop followed by the quick rise back up, but not quite high as it was before. Now we're entering the part of the ride where it gets all twisty and turny and you forget which way is up. And a note, if you like drama then sit down and get your bib out, you've got a smorgasbord on the way.
So Hillbilly and I had been through Alpha God's lesson in humility and boy did we learn it well. We'd been stomped on, sat on, flattened into the mat, and fucked mercilessly while all we could do was flail. For both of us that night was our first defeat since the debut. Hell, for me it was my first loss period, not counting that little tussle I had with Alpha that got me in this mess. Hey, it wasn't an official match, the only earnings he got out of it were the ones he stole from us. But yeah, humility, lesson learned. We weren't big shits, we were just medium fish in a small pond. There were tiers in the Ring and we were just at the top of the bottom rung. If we wanted to get anywhere we'd have to work for it. And since my options were either work for it or be Alpha's bitch for however long it took me to get out of this place, I think you can guess what I decided to do.
So from the moment I woke up and my balls stopped aching from Hill's assault last night I got straight to work. Gym and I did, in fact, do squats. And deadlifts. And bench presses. And push-ups, sit-ups, dips. For his part Gym was loving it, he'd been praying for the day I became as much of a, well, him as he was. Now here we were, competing to see who could do the most reps with the heaviest weight. We'd started at around 7 and by noon we were both drenched in sweat, our whole bodies red, burning in every muscle, and refusing to even consider stopping. At one point I was taking longer than I should have to start my deadlift, my aching arms threatening to give out, and I heard Gym say.
"Need a break?"
He didn't mean it as a challenge, I don't think, but that sure was how my body took it. Maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was just emotion, but damn was it a rush that made me forgot my screaming arms and made the weight feel like air in my hands as I lifted the bar.
"Fuck yeah dude!" Gym whooped. The second rush I got from that was enough for me to keep the lift going for a couple more seconds before I dropped the weights to the ground with a heavy clank.
Frosh was there too, trying his best to keep up. I hate to admit it but it... it was cute in a weird way. He would set the weights maybe ten or so pounds lighter than we did, do one or two reps, and then lower the weight when he thought we couldn't see. I don't think Gym ever noticed, but I sure did. There was a floor to ceiling, wall to wall mirror across two of the four walls and during one of my rests I caught him moving the pin halfway up the weight stack on the lat tower. He looked up and we locked eyes in the mirror. I just gave him a wink which made his cheeks turn a bright red that... shit. I had to extend my rest by another minute and a half before I was, uh, good to go again.
This place was messing with my mind, clearly. I mean how could it not? Every week I was getting thrown into a fight with another dude that didn't end until one of us came in the other one. It's like they were training me to get hard looking at other guys. It's pavlovian, right? Sure, Gym made my heart beat faster and my mouth go dry and my stomach flutter but he's just my bro, y'know. My dog would freak the hell out every time I came home and that didn't mean he wanted to fuck me. It's the same with Gym, I just liked him a lot, like so much, more than I think anyone else I'd ever known including family. Granted most of my family were pieces of shit but whatever. But yeah, it's cause I was such good friends with Gym that I'd sometimes get a half-chub thinking about his squatting form. Cause I'm so excited for his gains. I hear you laughing and I will murder you.
But Frosh... Frosh was just some guy. I mean he's cool, don't get me wrong, and fun to be around. But there wasn't any history there, no deep connection that might give me some attachment to him. That freaked me out. Because if there wasn't any history there, then the reason my eyes kept returning to him had to be the little charming smile of his, the way he was starting to fill out his lithe physique, the way he was practically jumping for joy the first time he was able to bounce his pecs. And I was not ready to deal with that yet.
So I decided it must've been the fact I was surrounded by just dudes. Definitely that. I mean it's hard to be vegetarian when you're starving and surrounded by sausage, right? Right. Shut up.
To try and back up my hypothesis I left the heavy weights behind and headed across the gym to the dumbbell sets and started doing curls. This side of the gym was mostly empty and I figured with fewer dudes around my completely existent heterosexuality would return to me any minute. Yep just a few more sets. Maybe another, and another, and a-
"Y'know you'd get better definition if you were sitting."
"Fuck!" I nearly dropped the weights on my feet as I jumped out of my skin. With that kind of comment I was expecting it to be Gym, but he was nowhere to be seen. It was Gram, the guy Gym had beaten a few weeks back. Like really beaten. Like pounded him into the mat and used his colon as a condom while he fucked his throat beaten. Come to think of it Gym really got into that match. All this to say I had no idea why he was talking to me but I was sure it couldn't be for anything good.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya." Gram said with a white toothed grin. I'm not gonna tell you he wasn't handsome cause I'm not that good a liar. Charming smile, strong jaw, absolutely sculpted chest, biceps you just wanted to suck on, the works. The stupid fucking spiked-up, bleach blond hair and obvious tanning bed tan might have been a turn-off if they didn't add to that asshole chic that made up his brand.
"Didn't hear you." I said. "Thanks for the advice."
"No problem. Figured your buddy would've told you but I guess he's run off."
"What?" I looked around and only then did I realize Gym was nowhere to be seen. There was Haulie doing bench presses with Grunt spotting him while Beach Bum provided moral support, there were C-Suite and Octagon not even pretending to not be a couple at this point while they ran on the treadmills, even Hillbilly was here with his headphones on while he worked his lats on the cable machine and drove off anyone who wasn't Grunt with a sneer. But no Gym.
Gram shrugged. "Must've hit the showers."
I looked up at the mirror, the hall to the showers was right behind me, kind of. It had one of those designs where there was a perpendicular hall jutting into the gym that then zig-zagged until you got to the showers, cause in the Ring the one thing you definitely need is privacy. Anyways there was one of those round mirrors hanging from the ceiling by that hallway that they put up so you don't run smack-dab into someone turning the corner. And sure enough in that mirror I saw Gym. And Frosh. Talking. About something, presumably.
It must have been private because they were talking pretty closely. Then Frosh put his hands on Gym's bare shoulders and they got so close their chests were touching. Gym had his arm around Frosh's waist. It must be really private because they were getting very close to each other. So close their lips were almost- were fully touching. Gym was kissing Frosh. Frosh was kissing Gym. My best friend. My best. Friend. Because that's what he was, my best friend, and he was kissing Frosh, a man. This was a completely normal thing that merited no discussion and I will now drop forever.
Anyways, I kept staring as they kept going. Like seriously, did they not need to breathe? It was fascinating really, how long they could go at it. Gym had his hand in Frosh's curls now and was pulling him in like he was going to devour him. Gym's other hand that had been at Frosh's waist was moving now, in between them. I saw Frosh gasp and for a moment his eyes opened. The moment they did I looked away. I set my weights aside, got up, and without a word to Gram or any of the other fuckers I decided it was time to go for a run.
Hillbilly gave me a look as I passed him and on instinct I flipped him off.
"Asshole." He muttered as I barged out of the gym and into the open air. It was hot out and somehow even muggier than in the gym but who gives a shit, I wasn't watching my- and I must emphasize that this is precisely no more no less what he was- my best friend sucking the tongue out of another dude's mouth. Fuck. My heart was racing and, y'know, gotta keep the heartbeat up so I started running. Not jogging, running. I could've done a circuit of the compound in under ten minutes and considering the fair few acres it's built on that's no small feat. I would have, too, if my run hadn't been interrupted.
Well, interrupted might be the wrong word. As I was passing by the main roster's apartments I went by a couple guys sitting on one of the patios outside one of the suites. One of them was a big muscle man so pale that his chest could be used as a lighthouse, thankfully he was leaning on the wall in the shade. He had a nose that had definitely been broken more than twice and a heavy brow that would have given him a bit of a caveman look if it weren't for that he was completely shaven head to toe. The other two guys sitting on Adirondacks might have been where his hair went. One was a picture perfect muscle bear, thick dark hair covering mountainous pecs, more hair poking out of his pits that were in the shadow of his bulging biceps and a big, immaculately manicured beard with combed back black hair that ended in a widow's peak. The third guy was Papa Bear.
"Hey bud! What're you doing out of Gen Pop? Out early on good behavior? Heh! Oh shit!"
I don't know if it was the surprise of seeing the guy who had orally raped me last night or just my body finally throwing in the towel after so many continuous hours of exercise but my knees gave out and I was half way to the ground before my hands stopped me, dry heaving on the grass. Everything was on fire, everything sucked, I wanted to just curl up on the ground and sink into the dirt. Papa Bear had run up next to me and was saying something but it was hard to hear through the ringing in my ears. There were hands touching me but I wasn't sure whose, or why. I imagined they were Gym's. The hands grabbed me and I was moving, stumbling on my feet. Suddenly a burst of cold air hit me and I sat on something soft. Something cold and hard and wet was pushed against my lips. My instinct was to turn away until the water touched my tongue, then I was gulping it down like it was an oasis in the desert.
If you've never had water while dehydrated and on the verge of heat stroke then let me tell you, shit tastes better than nectar. It's not even a taste, it's the feeling of life entering you again that fills up your whole body. It's its own kind of orgasm and I sincerely hope you never experience it once in your life.
"That's it." I could hear Papa Bear's voice more clearly now. "Here, have another, slowly, alright bud?" The dark haired musclebear (he's called Leather Daddy and he's Papa Bear's partner both in the Ring and outside) gave me another glass which I swallowed down faster than I had Papa Bear's cum last night.
"Slowly!" Papa Bear chided me.
My surroundings suddenly flooded back into focus. I was inside, half collapsed on a couch. Leather of course. Papa Bear and Leather Daddy were standing over me with open consternation while Gimp (the bald guy was called Gimp, he was sort of the third member of the Old School in that he would accompany Leather Daddy to the ring with a chain and dogcollar around his neck (also forget my description of him that's supposed to be a secret (but not really you're probably fine))) That's too many parentheses, I'm starting this sentence over. Gimp was at the wall panel which every room was equipped with to communicate with the attendants. Didn't take a genius to figure he was probably calling for a medic.
"I'm fine." I said but PB and LD didn't even need to push me back down as I tried to get up, my head spun as I tried to stand and I fell back onto the couch. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees as I held my head in my hands and groaned. "Fuck."
"Yeah, you're not going anywhere." Leather Daddy said. "I'm drawing a cold bath."
"Good." Papa Bear said to Leather Daddy before turning to me. "What the hell were you doing, bud?"
"Exercising." I said.
"Like hell." Papa Bear said. "You're red as a cherry! And I don't see a water bottle on you."
"It was a-" A wave of nausea passed over me but luckily nothing came of it. "Kinda spur of the moment."
"Medic's here." Gimp said, waving a white masked attendant into the room from outside. She looked me over and, luckily, confirmed it wasn't heatstroke, at least not yet. When she asked me how much I had been exercising and how much I had eaten today I answered honestly. Both of my answers caused Papa Bear to throw up his hands in annoyance.
"That's it. You're washing up and you're eating lunch."
Like hell did I want to sit down at the table with a guy who had flattened me into the mat and used my mouth as a fleshlight not even twenty-four hours ago but then I thought of the alternative. I could go back to Gen Pop and eat there and probably run into Gym or Frosh, or worse Gym and Frosh. I could try and get some chow at the rec hall and probably get ambushed by Alpha or one of his goons instead. Fucked up as it is, my options were either eat with PB or have an honest and open moment with Gym. So you can guess what I chose.
Once I had the all clear from the medic I stumbled into the bathroom where Leather Daddy had drawn a bath as promised. It was a nice room, probably close to as big as my entire room back in Gen Pop. I sank into the cold water in the long tub and let my limbs extend out. Beyond the door I could vaguely hear them discussing what to get to eat. I tried to keep my attention there but quickly failed. The sight of Frosh and Gym kissing kept forcing its way back into my mind. If it had been Frosh just placing a peck on Gym's lips that would have been one thing, but Gym was into it. Into him. How long had that been going on? Was this the first time or had there been others? Had Gym had others before Frosh even? Had this been going on before we even got here? Could one of those guys been m-
Nope. I sunk under the water in the vain hope I could freeze my brain out of this rut it was in. Although wouldn't freezing my brain just keep it in that rut? I rose back out of the water in a rush, sending water splashing in all directions.
"Everything alright in there?" I heard Leather Daddy call from outside.
"I'm fine." I called back. My body temperature had gone down and my limbs were at least a little less in the screaming-bloody-murder-at-me mode after the soak. I grabbed a bottle of bodywash but when I opened it the smell unlocked a sense memory of breathing in PB's pubes so intense that I nearly threw the bottle across the room. I found another bottle and rubbed myself down until the stench of sweat was replaced with the smell of strawberries. My gym shorts lay sweat soaked and discarded on the floor, it seemed kind of silly to wash off and just put on the same dirty clothes I'd run in in.
"Can I use one of your bathrobes?" I called out.
"Help yourself!" Papa Bear shouted back. I could hear the clatter of plates and silverware beyond the door.
There were a few hanging from a bar on the wall. I thumbed through them trying to find one that hadn't been used recently. I pulled the hem of one forward and gave it a sniff, instantly being hit with that same smell I had been covered in from last night, Papa Bear's sweat mixed with whatever herbal bodywash he used. This one didn't give me as bad a reaction as just the body wash. It actually felt strangely good, the smell gave me a rush that I felt in my gut and... elsewhere. Overcome by the urge I took in a lungful of Papa Bear's smell, y'know, like a freak. It didn't take me long to realize what I was doing and in a panic I grabbed the robe farthest down the bar and threw it on.
Back in the main room of the suite I could smell a whole meal. There were bowls of chili on the table, hot cornbread, and PB was setting out bottles of beer at each place setting.
"Feel better?" He asked.
"Yeah." I muttered.
"Well take a seat! Food's only going to get colder."
"Thanks." I sat down at one side of the four sided table. Gimp had headed out so it was just me, Papa Bear, and Leather Daddy. My stomach had been rumbling while I bathed but now that I had food in front of me I felt sick.
"You alright, bud?" Papa Bear asked. I didn't answer which he took as a 'no' and prodded further. "Is it about last night?"
"I don't want to talk about that." I said.
"Look," PB said, "I get it. Believe me. I was put through the wringer too when I first started here."
"There's video evidence if you want proof." LD chimed in.
"Ah-da-da." PB waved him away. "I'm not gonna tell you to just ignore it, or say that nothing that happens in the Ring is personal because that would be a lie. But it's a... a different world, there's different rules. We're all going to get our butt kicked every now and then. You just have to roll with it."
"I know that." I said. "You're not exactly the first guy to beat me."
"No, just the second." PB said. "I get it, you're used to winning but this is going to happen from time to time. Management'll put you in against guys twice your size, put you up two-to-one, three-to-one. And some guys'll be dicks about it, though I bet you know that too. You just have to remember it's a show."
"Yeah, I know." I could feel annoyance churning in my gut, making it even harder to eat. "No offense but you're not quite as bad as... the other guy."
"That's a compliment."
"All I'm saying is I'm fine. You beat me. I lost. It's whatever."
"Alright." PB said while sipping his beer. "No hard feelings then?" He held out his hand to me.
I looked at it for a brief moment. I wasn't sure I could trust this guy yet but I figured I was sitting at his table eating his food (well, food he paid for but you get it) so I may as well go along with it. I shook his hand. "Yeah, no hard feelings."
Leather Daddy had been watching this quietly and only now chose to speak up. "It's boy trouble, isn't it?"
I was mortified. "W-what?" Had I been so obvious? Even if I hadn't been my reaction was all they both needed to know it was true.
"Piggy." PB said to Leather Daddy. That was his nickname for him, when Leather Daddy was a rookie his name was Pigskin on account of he was a football player before he entered the Ring. Anyone else who called him that was in for a world of hurt but PB, obviously, was an exception.
"That's what's got you madder than a puffed toad." Did I mention Leather Daddy's southern. Well he's southern. "Shit, I remember back when he was still Beer Can all the guys were filling up his room. That gnawed at me like a dog with a bone."
"Yeah and you didn't say anything to me about it."
"Beat the hell out of all those guys though, didn't I?"
"You sure did." Papa Bear said wistfully.
"Point is," Leather Daddy continued, "I've been there too. Lord almighty knows I was stewing in it instead of dealing with it. And this was the 90's too so ain't no shot I was coming out any time soon. Lucky for me Jelly's got an eye for this kinda thing or I might've taken it to the grave."
"I pinned him in the Ring and said I'd let him win if he admitted he was into me."
"Basically Casanova." Leather Daddy said. "Point is, if you're into a guy, just let him know. Worst he can say his no and if he does? Big boy like you can just kick his ass in the Ring anyways."
The thought of being the in the Ring with Gym turned my stomach, but hard as it was to admit not entirely in disgust. "Well that's great for you, but there's no guy." I said a bit too forcefully before I started mixing up my chili. I took a few spoonfuls and god did I need the calories. Shit was amazing. The two of them just sat there silently eating as well. I took a bite of corn bread and, unprompted, said, "I'm not gay," spewing crumbs everywhere.
Leather Daddy and Papa Bear looked at each other before Papa Bear said, "Ok."
"I'm not." I insisted.
Papa Bear nodded and said, "Ok."
"You're saying that like you don't believe me."
"I'm saying it like 'ok.'"
This ended up in a one-sided staring contest where I was glaring at Papa Bear and he was just smiling pleasantly looking back at me. This was obviously not the first time I'd been confronted with the obvious homosexuality of it all, but that was part of the problem. It had been gnawing at me and I'd been fighting against it for so long that at this point it was just an open festering wound that I decided to do nothing about. Any time I had to actually think about it usually ended with me trying to distract myself, usually by finding Gym. That obviously wasn't an option right now.
"You could be bi." Leather Daddy offered, yelping when Papa Bear kicked him under the table.
"I'm not-" I cut myself off, at this point even I could hear how ridiculous I sounded.
"You're whatever you say you are, bud." Papa Bear said.
"Just the first straight guy to last this long." Leather Daddy said into his food.
I'd reached my limit at that point and shoved my seat back from the table. Leather Daddy was giving half hearted apologies and Papa Bear was trying to talk me back to the table but I wasn't having it. I was ready to storm out but as I reached the sliding door to the patio Papa Bear grabbed me by the arm. I shook his grip off and turned on him with a reckless fire burning in my chest.
"Don't fucking touch me!"
Papa Bear raised his hands. "Sorry, just thought you might want a change of clothes first."
Oh right, I was still wearing one of his bathrobes. Even in my current state of agitation I was able to think through how that would look, me storming across the compound in Papa Bear's clothes. Not that it would look better if I was wearing one of his outfits instead. As if he heard my thoughts Papa Bear said, "We can have an attendant grab something of yours from Gen Pop."
"Fine, sure." God I was a moody bitch back then. Still am sometimes, but it was definitely worse back then. Papa Bear went off to put in the request while I stood around pouting. Leather Daddy was still at the table enjoying his meal. My stomach rumbled but like hell was I going to show weakness now. So I just stood there. PB came back to get me but before he could say anything I spoke up.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Next time you collapse in front of me you want me to just let you die?"
"You could have just called a medic. You didn't have to do all this. Why?"
"Oh jeez, let's see, in no particular order," he started counting off on his fingers, "I was bored, I felt bad for how last night went, you looked like you needed some support, there was-"
"I don't need your fucking pity!" I shouted at him. "And I sure as hell don't need your support!"
"You sure about that bud?" PB asked. "There isn't a man alive in the Ring who couldn't use somebody else's help."
"Why? Why do you want to help me?"
"Because I feel bad!" PB threw up his hands in exasperation. "Jee-zus! You just can't take a hint can you?"
"What, you expect me to believe you've got a soft spot? Other than your gut?"
"Boy-" PB said with menace but caught himself. "Yeah, I do. I got told by Rav- I mean Alpha that there was a young buck running around who needed to learn a lesson, the way you behaved at first didn't really do much to prove him wrong either. But then Piggy told me the whole story about you and what Alpha did to your friend- Wait!" I flushed and made to storm off, clothes or no clothes. Better than dealing with this pity party. But PB got in my way.
"Will you just listen to me for one goddam second? Christ. I can help you beat him. I can train you to beat the champion."
"I've already go Rod."
"Rod's good, he's been doing this for about ten years. I've been doing it for thirty." Papa Bear looked at me and his shoulders slumped. "Alright, look, I can see that I fucked this up. Just... remember the offer, yeah? When you feel like getting somewhere in this place, come find me."
"The only place I feel like getting is out of here."
Papa Bear shrugged. "I can help with that too."
I wasn't in the right place to accept his offer, not right now. So I just stood there in silence until the attendant came. Then I changed and I ran off, as per usual.
I spent the rest of the week alternating between thinking about Papa Bear's offer and waiting for Gym to say something about him and Frosh. He never said anything but I definitely noticed something off. Or I thought I did at least. Times where he and Frosh were nowhere to be seen, or worse coming out of the hallway that led to one of their rooms. I started to wonder how long this had been going on. Had I seen their first kiss? Or just one of many? They definitely seemed like the knew what they were doing. I kept going back in my mind, trying to pin point a time when Gym was acting weird or just different, but with all the insanity we had been thrown into it was hard to parse the difference between 'I've undergone a sexual awakening' and 'I'm living in a sexual assault factory as a worker and a product.' In the end he never said anything until it was too late, which was kind of our thing, y'know?
There were a few moments too where Frosh was looking at me and I started to wonder if he was going to say something. I don't know how I would have reacted to that. One of the curses of being gay is seeing the guy you love (yeah, I know) going out with another guy and understanding completely why he chose him. Frosh was as close as you get to a twink in the Ring, which is to say a twunk. Hairless cheeks, bright eyed, sculpted pecs and abs, smooth, an easy laugh and an easier smile, lips you'd just love to sink your teeth into... shit, even I wanted him more than I wanted Gym. In some ways at least. I variably wanted to be Frosh, fuck Frosh, and kill Frosh. Maybe that was why he was giving me those looks now that I think about it.
Time didn't give a shit about my inner turmoil and rudely kept advancing until we reached the end of the week and the start of our next matches. Alpha had laid out the plan for his gauntlet clear enough. Last week was humility, this week was sensuality, and next week would be ruthlessness. I wasn't sure which of those two was going to be worse, strange as that might sound. Being in the gauntlet meant I got pride of place in the schedule, I was the penultimate match, though my opponent was a mystery. Gym was up against Grunt and Frosh was up against... no one. The rest of the rookies were still in the tail end of the showcase and everything was meant to be building up to an explosive finish. Rivalries were forming, power rankings were falling into place. To miss even one week was, well, not a great start. Now me? I would've been ecstatic. Sure I would've missed out on potential earnings, but if you take out the regular rape matches I was basically serving my sentence at a luxury resort.
Frosh didn't see things that way. He played it cool for Gym, but once it was time for Gym's match I could see him quietly freaking out. I gave him a pat on the shoulder that made him nearly jump out of his skin.
"It's alright." I said. "Just gotta put on a hell of a show next week."
The look Rod gave me said I was being a bit too optimistic. Realistically management was probably deciding between throwing Frosh in with a guy who would break him in for sure or thinking about cutting him from the roster entirely. Frosh didn't notice Rod's look though, he just gave a weak smile that could probably still melt my frozen heart and nodded. "Yeah." He just had to say one word and I could immediately see why Gym would choose this guy over me a hundred times no matter what I did. Even when he was spiraling he was just so fucking perfect. What was I even supposed to do about a guy like that...?
So Gym's match.
I was worried for him going in. Grunt's record was damn close to spotless, aside from his match with me. The man was a juggernaut in the ring, powering his way through any and every challenger. Even Octagon ended up going down to him, and on him in fact, under an avalanche of pure strength. It didn't help how the announcer was hyping up the match like it was part of the rivalry between me and Hillbilly. Not to break the illusion or anything but I don't think Gym thought about Grunt at any time he wasn't directly looking at the dude. No, but the announcer sure knew how to whip up a drama out of nothing. The cherry on top was Alpha's comment.
"In the Ring there's no room for dead weight. If your allies aren't on your level then you drop them before they drag you down with them."
That was their 'theme' for the match. Who was up to snuff and who was dead weight. From the moment bell rang things weren't looking good for Gym. Grunt was on him, hitting him hard and heavy, bullying him across the ring, pinning him against the ropes and hitting him with body blows. A pit was growing in my stomach as I was waiting for the finishing blow to come, meanwhile Frosh's knee was bouncing like crazy. Was that new? I tried to remember how he would act during Gym's matches before. Gym didn't exactly have a great record so we'd gotten used to seeing him end up on his knees, at least nobody had made him take it up the ass since the debut. Maybe that was their first kiss then, because I don't think I'd ever seen Frosh this worked up over a match. I was busy trying to figure out how to reassure him when all of a sudden he was on his feet and shouting "fuck yeah!"
Apparently Gym had gotten Grunt by the balls, literally. He had a fist clenched tight in Grunt's crotch which ended Grunt's assault in an instant. He grabbed Grunt's throat with his free hand and lifted him up over his head with a roar. Gym paraded around the ring, doing reps with Grunt's body as he did. After finishing a full circuit he tossed Grunt up like he was shrugging off a coat, letting the guy fall flat on his face on the mat. After that Grunt never regained the momentum. Gym played with him like a pitbull with a chew toy, never giving him a chance to get his bearings. Slamming his face into turnbuckles, choking him over the ropes, stomping his balls in like he was making wine, Gym definitely had a lot of frustrations to take out on Grunt, probably egged on by the announcer tying everything he was doing back to his match with Hillbilly. Whatever the cause, I was glad to see it. He was finally learning what it took to win here, I don't know how many more losses I could have stood to watch. Call me a monster but I was much happier watching Gym pound Grunt's ass in the center of the ring than vice-versa.
Once his match was done I didn't have any time to wait for his return as an attendant came to collect me. Frosh patted my shoulder as I got up. "You're gonna do great."
I couldn't hold in the laugh that burst out. "It's gonna be a shit show." After last week I didn't have any illusions about how tonight was going to go. Even then I was surprised by what I saw Hillbilly standing in the ready room.
He was dressed in his entrance get-up, a sweat soaked wifebeater, camo hat, and jean shorts. My own singlet and letterman jacket made for an interesting contrast. He was leaning against the wall, talking in low tones with Jen, the attendant in charge of preparations here. When he saw me walk in he gave her a wink before lazily turning to look at me. "Heeeeey V-boy."
"The fuck are you doing here?"
"Hm, the fuck am I doin' here?" He put a finger to his chin in mock thought. "It might have somethin' to do with-"
"Actually, shut the fuck up." I cut him off. "Jen, the fuck is he doing here?"
I could tell by the crinkling of her eyes that she was smiling, even if it was hidden by the mask. Good, I needed to get her on my side. "You boys are going in together tonight. It's a 4-way elimination match. Last one without someone else's cum in him wins."
"So why're we goin' in together? Don't that mean I'm gonna be fuckin' him by the end of this?"
"That'd be a first."
"You wanna bet, asshole?"
"Didn't lose enough money on your buddy's match already?"
Hillbilly was up in my face, close enough I could smell his cologne (spice and oak if you're curious), and we were about ready to throw down then and there before Jen got in between us. "Ok we get it, you're both tough, dangerous men, now why don't you save it for the Ring before I have to call in the big boys."
However much we hated each other we both knew better than to contradict an attendant right before a match. So we both took up positions in front of the door, just waiting to be counted in. Glancing over at Hillbilly I could see that he was fidgeting, messing with his bracers, stretching. It was nice to know I wasn't the only one losing my shit.
"How the fuck are you already sweating?" I asked. If you haven't noticed yet, when I get nervous I tend to lash out. It's a really killer combo, trust me. Hillbilly side-eyed me.
"The hell're you talkin' about?" I motioned to his shirt and he chuckled. "It's dyed, numbnuts."
"It looks stupid."
"And you're on in 5, 4, 3..." Jen interjected before we could start a fight again. The doors opened and there was the Ring, standing solitary in the distance.
"Now this is not a sight you see every day folks. Varsity and Hillbilly making an entrance together?" The announcer boomed overhead. "Is this a sign of a realignment in the making?"
"Don't get too used to it." Alpha God's voice joined in. "I figured that these two both needed an important lesson tonight, so why not make it a double date?"
"And what is tonight's lesson?"
"The second virtue of the Ring, sensuality. These two definitely need a lesson or too. Now don't get me wrong, we're not here to make love, we're here to win. But there's more to victory than just pounding your opponent into the mat. Unless you're someone like me and you can be sure you're going to win you need to seduce your opponent, make the loss more appealing than continuing to fight. You never know when a guy is going to get a second wind and snatch you're victory out from under you. Isn't that right Hillbilly?"
I grinned at Hillbilly. "He's got you there."
"Yeah we'll see what he's got," Hillbilly huffed, "it's a four way, remember?"
We climbed into the Ring from opposite sides, each of us wary that the other would pull something. Meanwhile the announcer breathlessly speculated who our opponents would be.
"Oh I think you can guess." Was Alpha's answer.
The lights suddenly dropped, sending the entire chamber into almost complete darkness. A thrumming techno beat started up that rattled my bones and practically made the Ring shake. The lights started flashing, giving the entire room the feeling of a club. You could hear the announcer salivating over the speakers as the doors opened. Great, hear it comes. There were two figures silhouetted in the light, clasped in an embrace. One was clearly taller and bulkier than the other, though the smaller of them was no slouch either. The tall one made his entrance with the poise and confidence of a model on the runway, the shorter one variously clung to his arm or fawned over him, running his hand over the bigger man's chest.
"At a combined weight of 441 pounds, they're the couple that's always on the lookout for a third, or maybe even a fourth tonight. Fucking their way through the roster it's Heartthrob and Heartbreaker and they! Are! Polyamory!"
The tall man hopped up onto the apron first. He was a tan white guy wearing tight red and black leather pants, red boots, and an unbuttoned black dress shirt. Also sunglasses, in-doors, at night. He had a sculpted physique, the kind that would make Gym salivate. Definitely just Gym, certainly not me, I definitely didn't also notice the dusting of hair across his meaty pecs and down his rippling abs that thickened as it dove beneath his belt. He had short brown hair with a few strands hanging over his right eye, stubble across his cheeks and chin and a thick mustache over his lip. If you're having trouble picturing him just imagine a porn star then inject him with steroids and you should have it. This was Heartbreaker.
Heartbreaker reached a hand down to pull up his partner. As I said, he was certainly lither than Heartbreaker was, which meant he was about my size if only a few inches shorter. He was wearing a matching pair of leather pants beneath a fluffy fur coat. He had tan olive skin, the muscles on his chest and abs were nicely defined but not too big, and completely devoid of any body hair. He had a thin beard and mustache and his hair was styled in an exquisitely fashionable fade. He looked at us with eyes that made you feel like the most handsome man in the world. He hadn't said a word and my heart was already fluttering. This was Heartthrob.
They shared a kiss before stepping through the ropes that went on for... quite a while. I looked at Hillbilly to see if he was planning to pull something but for once the answer seemed to be no. Heartthrob entered first with Heartbreaker taking his coat and folding it with great reverence before handing it to an attendant. Meanwhile Heartthrob walked right up to me, filling my nose with the smell of cinnamon and mint and immediately started fiddling with the buttons of my jacket.
"Oh my, I am going to have such a hard time choosing tonight. Which one do you want my love?" He spoke with an almost British accent but with a foreign twist I found impossible to place (Turkish, if you're curious).
"We're supposed to share them, mon pitou." Heartbreaker said as he entered. Before you think he's anything fancy he's just from Montreal.
Heartthrob smiled. "That works too. I hope you boys are ready for our date. As soon as that bell rings, we're your boyfriends."
"What," Hillbilly said, his voice shockingly calm, "no dinner first?"
Heartbreaker laughed. "Oh, we can give you something to eat."
I shrugged my jacket off and tossed it out of the ring and took up my usual stance. "Let's just get this over with."
"Don't say it like that love." Heartthrob said. "We're going to show you a good time."
The bell rang and it was time for our date to begin.
Starting off we basically mirrored each other. Heartbreaker charged at Hillbilly who ducked out of the way, redirecting the attempted punch and turning it into an armbar. Meanwhile I tried to get Heartthrob in a lock-up, figuring I would have a slight height and weight advantage on him, which I did. I managed to drive him up against the ropes quickly. Too quickly in fact, as he managed to slip down and trip up my legs, launching me neck first into the top rope. As I bounced back Heartthrob grabbed me in a sleeper, pulling me down to the mat on my side with his legs wrapped around me.
"I've been waiting to get in the Ring with you for a while." He said in my ear, his hot breath raising goosebumps on my skin. "I was worried I'd have to wait forever for you to advance." His free hand started stroking across my chest, sneaking under the straps and delving lower over my abs. The lower his hand ventured the harder I started to struggle. "No I've got you all to myself." As his fingers brushed the base of my hardening cock I had a burst of energy. I hit him in the ribs with an elbow once, twice, enough to loosen his grip that I slipped out of his arms, his legs still around me. We struggled for position until I was able to get him in a mount, his legs around my waist, and I started battering into him, his chest, his head, I wasn't aiming particularly well. That kinky fuck was laughing the entire time.
Hillbilly's fortunes were the reverse of mine. He'd started off strong, locking Heartbreaker down with an armbar and really cranking it on. Adding to the punishment he grabbed Heartbreaker's hand and started biting into his fingers, eliciting the most beautiful cry of agony I had ever heard. That, however, only threw gasoline on Heartbreaker's fire. In a feat of strength I knew I couldn't match Heartbreaker got to his feet and deadlifted Hillbilly off the mat and ran him straight into the corner, folding him up like an accordion. He followed up by flipping him over and powerslamming him into the mat where Hillbilly was left dazed staring up at the ceiling. I learned this all from watching recordings of course, back in the Ring I only learned that Hillbilly had been put down when Heartbreaker's booted foot connected with my face, flinging me off of his prone lover.
Before I could get my bearings he was pulling me up by my hair until I was on my knees, my face level with his crotch. Heartbreaker grabbed my chin and pulled my gaze up over his rippling abs, his mountainous pecs, his chiseled jaw. I was rattled and if he was going to waste his time gloating I was happy to let him. Definitely had nothing to do with the view.
"You've got fire." Heartbreaker said. "Good, I like a-" His words were cut off in a gasp as a fist connected with his hand, almost uppercutting me, when Hillbilly's arm slammed straight into the man's balls. Heartbreaker let go of my chin and doubled over. I wasted no time and got him down on the mat in a reverse headlock, cranking his neck like there was no tomorrow.
"You almost hit me!" I shouted at Hillbilly.
"Then I missed." He shot back, stomping on Heartbreaker's back while I had him prone.
"Where's the other one?"
"He's still-" 'Down' is what I imagine Hillbilly's last word would have been if Heartthrob hadn't tangled up his legs and brought him down to the mat. At the same time Heartbreaker started to power his way to his feet. I tried to keep him down but when that proved a failure I wrapped my legs around his torso and tried to use that leverage to keep him weak. Heartbreaker stumbled back to his knees giving no small satisfaction to myself. I even started to think I might have a chance of winning this when he suddenly fell back with enough force that my grip broke as he drove my back into the mat. He flipped over so that he was looming over me, staring down at me as he lifted my legs over his shoulders and rolled me up in what would have been a pin if this were a normal sort of match. He was grinning down at me with a look in his eyes that made my heart beat faster and my dick quiver.
"Got you now." He said. I looked to the side in the hopes that maybe Hillbilly had managed an escape again, but no. Heartthrob had him tied up in a triangle choke, his face buried deep in Heartthrob's groin. Heartbreaker shifted and his crotch was now rubbing against my ass, only the leather of his pants and the material of my singlet keeping me unpenetrated. I started to struggle hard in his grip but I had no leverage. My chance came when he lifted me off the ground, probably planning to slam me back to the mat. Instead I managed to hit him in the head once, twice, the third time rattling him enough that I fell from his grip and quickly scrambled to my feet.
"You alright, love?" Heartthrob called up while he suffocated Hillbilly with his cock.
"Just a setback." Heartbreaker said, I could see the frustration growing in his eyes. He went to lock up with me but I ducked under his arms and tried to take him down from behind. Heartbreaker shifted his stance and hit me in the head with an elbow, rattling me. Spinning around he tried to grab me again but I managed to dodge, only just. Ducking and weaving would only get me so far, he was bigger than me so he might tire sooner but with Hillbilly trapped that just meant I'd just as quickly be in a 2-on-1. I gambled on going low, trying to get his legs in a takedown but he wrapped his arms around my torso and hefted me up over his shoulder like a rolled up carpet, bouncing me a few times before slamming me back down.
The world went dark for a second before I was brought back to agonizing light when Heartbreaker grabbed my hair and started pulling me up, dragging my face across his thick thighs, up to his crotch. He held me there for a moment, letting me breath in his musky scent before he pulled up over his abs, his pecs, pulling me up until he and I were face to face. "Looks like I need to put you down." He grabbed my left arm and pulled it behind my back, gave me a pat on the cheek, reared back and punched me right over my heart. If you're wondering how he got the name, that's how.
"Why are you fighting so much?" He asked me as I collapsed in pain. He held me up against his chest, walking me into the corner until he was crushing me with the weight of his body. With a gentle grip on my hair he tilted my head back until I was looking at him. He leaned in closer until I could feel his breath on my lips, the warmth setting off something electric in my skin. "Once we're done you'll be coming back for more." His lips touched mine and I turned away quickly, my mind filled with the image of Gym and Frosh's kiss. Heartbreaker seemed more amused than offended by this. He grabbed my hair and forced my face towards his. Trapped under the bulk of his muscles there was nothing I could do to stop him as he pressed his lips to mine, forcing them open with his tongue as he invaded my mouth. His leg pressed between mine, rubbing against my already hardening dick while one of his hands gently twisted my nipple, sending a shudder through my body. I moaned into his mouth. That seemed to satisfy him as he pulled away with a wicked grin. "Good, no?"
Ignoring the ache I had in me to pull him back in and eat the entirety of his face I instead tried to drive my knee into his balls. This was only partially successful as he managed to dodge out of the way, but this did give me the space I needed to avoid his reprisal, slipping out of the way as he attempted to crush me with a clothesline. As he turned to face me I tackled him into the corner, ramming my shoulder into his midsection as many times as I could, finishing him off with a hard punch to the head which I hoped would at least stun him. I had to act fast because I knew Heartthrob wouldn't take this lying down. Sure enough as I turned to face him I saw him on his feet, Hillbilly knocked out on the mat having been put down by Heartthrob's choke.
We circled each other until Hillbilly was at my back and Heartthrob was in front of his partner. Neither of us wanted a surprise attack again, there had been enough already. Keeping my eyes on Heartthrob I tapped Hillbilly with my boot in the vain hope he might be up. I should have known better, Heartthrob was a master when it came to chokes, he was probably down for the count. Heartbreaker most certainly was not so I needed to act fast and take out two opponents at once. Sure, no problem.
The two of us locked up and jockeyed for control. Despite his size Heartthrob was surprisingly strong. Worse, he knew how to use my attacks against me. Every time I thought I was about to get him in a headlock or take him to the mat he managed to redirect me. Despite that he never made an attempt to take control either. I was so focused on taking him down that I didn't consider the strategy behind that until it was too late and Heartbreaker's arm locked around my neck. He locked me in place in the corner despite my struggles while Heartthrob sauntered up to me.
"I think we should wrap this up, don't you my love?"
"Definitely." Heartbreaker said as his hard on ground against my ass for the second time this match. Heartthrob grabbed the straps of my singlet and pulled them over my shoulders, pulling them down until I was just in my boots and my jock. Well, also my elbow and kneepads but who counts that? Heartthrob took his chance to fondle me more fully, even leaning in to nibble at my nipple which, combined with the oxygen deprivation of the choke Heartbreaker had me in was almost enough to make me cum then and there.
"I'll get the hunk ready." Heartthrob said to Heartbreaker. "Can you take care of the otter, my sweet?"
Heartbreaker laughed. "I think you've already taken care of him." He said as he pushed me into Heartthrob's arms. Heartthrob quickly wrapped me in a sleeper and brought me down again. His grip on me was tight and there was no escape, I could feel my energy sapping away second by second. With his free hand he pulled one of my legs up and then the other, trapping my knees with his legs so that I was folded in half, my asshole wide open for the world to see. He shifted his grip, pulling my arms behind my back.
"Calm down baby," he said to me as he swiped a finger against my hole. "I know how to take care of you." A shiver ran through my whole body. An attendant handed him a bottle of lube through the ropes and Heartthrob got to work. He definitely knew what he was doing, he was able to keep me locked in a sleeper with one arm while the other got to work lubing up my hole. It is hard to describe the feeling of having your opponent in a combat sports match whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he opens your asshole up one finger at a time while you watch as your erstwhile rival/teammate/enemy is stripped nude in front of you but I'll sure as hell try. When the first finger went in it felt wrong, like it should have hurt but somehow didn't quite reach the point of pain. Uncomfortable is I guess the best word. Heartthrob's fingers were warm as they entered me, and smooth too. He played my ass like a piano, bit by bit opening me up until he was four fingers in and rubbing my prostate like a genie's lamp. I was flushed and panting already, and to make it worse my dick was rock hard and had fully escaped from my jock.
"You like?" Heartthrob asked me. "Tell me what you need."
"Let me go." I croaked out.
Heartthrob chuckled, the vibration in his chest racing down my spine. "We'll get there." He leaned in, his lips at the crook of my neck jolting me like lightning.
Meanwhile Heartbreaker had stripped Hillbilly completely nude, his hairy, muscular body completely defenseless. Hill was awake now, barely, though Heartbreaker had him under control with Hill's own jock as a noose. Hill's ass had been lubed up the same as mine but he was on his knees, not his back. Heartbreaker guided him over to where Heartthrob had me trussed up crawling like a dog. That was when I realized what they were planning and really started to struggle.
"I don't think he wants it." Heartbreaker said in Hill's ear. "Why don't you prove him wrong? Just follow my lead."
Heartbreaker positioned Hill's half-conscious body over me while Heartthrob held me still, my ass lubed up and defenseless. Hill followed the instructions that Heartbreaker whispered in his ears. Heartbreaker reached down and grabbed Hill's cock, stroking until it was hard, aiming the tip of it so that it touched the edge of my ass. I was fully thrashing at this point, impotently. Heartthrob yanked my head to the side so that I was looking at him.
"Calm. Down." He said to me firmly but not harshly, his hand stroking my cheek. "Let him in and we'll all have a good time." I looked at Hill from the corner of my eyes, my face still turned to Heartthrob. I was expecting either a glassy stare or a look of some sort of triumph. After all, he was finally getting his chance to fuck me. What I saw was different, maybe it was the deprivation of having his jock wrapped around his neck, maybe it Heartbreaker's ministrations of his cock, but there was a heaviness in his eyes, his mouth hung half open as he stared at me, over me. Then I saw it, the hitch in his breath as his cockhead touched my hole. That was lust in his eyes.
"Slowly now." Heartbreaker said as he guided Hill's lubed cock into my ass. It hurt, when you haven't bottomed in a while it's just going to hurt no matter how many fingers you use. But it wasn't the burning agony I'd felt my first two times in the Ring. My ass stretched against his girth, sharply painful, and I gasped, but as he got deeper he rubbed against my prostate and it sent a whole new type of pleasure rushing through me. For the second time tonight I moaned.
"Stop." I whined, but Heartthrob shushed me.
"Let him in." He whispered in my ear. "You'll love it, but you have to let him in." Heartbreaker pushed Hill in until he was fully inside me, his pubes brushing against my skin. Involuntarily my asshole clenched, trying to shove out the intruder in there. That sent a jolt through Hill's body and I thought he would cum then and there. He was gritting his teeth now, his helpless, lust filled eyes staring down at me, over me. Behind him I saw Heartbreaker, with on hand still gripping the ersatz leash around Hill's knock, untie the fly around the crotch of his pants and let out his own dick. After lubing it up he slowly pushed it into Hill's ass, but only just past the tip. When Hill turned to look Heartbreaker grabbed the back of his neck and pointed him back at me. "Uh uh, focus on your lover, chéri." He pushed Hill's head even closer until his long hair was brushing against my skin, his breath blowing against my face, against my lips. Involuntarily, I must stress involuntarily, my lips pressed forward, the gap between too far for any contact to be made, but desperate for the touch of Hill's... anything.
Heartbreaker's hand on Hill's waist pulled him back, which sent its own little shockwave through me and him as well. "Slowly, build up a rhythm." Heartbreaker said, guiding Hill's dick back in, eliciting another humiliating moan from me. Hill took over from there, thrusting under his own power, slow at first before building up speed, fucking me and fucking himself on Heartbreaker's cock. Meanwhile Heartthrob's lips were at my neck again, sometimes nibbling, sometimes sucking at my skin, his hand gently holding my cock but not stroking it yet. My body was a mess of mixed signals. Fight! Fuck! Run! Anything other than writhing in Heartthrob's grip, moaning like a slut while Hillbilly fucked me like I'd always wanted him to.
You saw nothing.
Heartthrob stopped his vampire game at my throat just long enough to say to Hillbilly. "Don't be shy, now's your chance." Before I had the chance to consider what that might mean Hillbilly's lips crashed down on mine. This was our second kiss at this point and the first one that was partially consensual, in that at least one of us was initiating. I shut my eyes and just let it happen. Whatever pride I had was already smothered out by the overwhelming pleasure of the moment, the feeling of Hill's dick filling me, the taste of his tongue, the scratch of his beard against my cheeks. For his part Hill wasn't holding back anymore. His own gasps and moans as he fucked and was fucked flooded into me. He was obviously approaching climax, his thrusting picking up speed as he did, sending more and more jolts of pleasure through my body, the pain of his penetration a distant memory at this point.
Heartbreaker was enjoying himself too, his head thrown back, his hands on Hill's hips keeping him speared on his cock. "Oh yeah, that's it." Heartthrob saw where things were heading and he started stroking me. I don't know what he knew or how but just the touch of his fingers sent a shiver through me and I could feel a wellspring of cum building up after only a few seconds. Hill wasn't in his mind anymore, he was a being of pure instinct as he raced towards orgasm. Just as he seemed ready to climax Heartbreaker wrapped his arm around Hill's neck and took over the thrusting, pushing into Hill and pushing Hill into me before pulling Hill back and thrusting again. Hill's hands were pulling at Heartbreaker's arm to no avail, a weak choking wheeze escaping his throat as he did, his eyes fluttering, until Heartbreaker let him go while he thrust Hill into me. Like a flood Hill emptied his balls into me, the heat of it filling me up like an invasion, like he was taking over every pore of my body. I came then too, covering my abs with my own semen. It took a few more pumps before Heartbreaker finished himself, thrust as deep into Hill as his cock would go. He held himself there for a while as I felt Hill going soft inside of me.
Their goal met, Heartthrob finally let my legs drop and the rest of my body slip to the mat as he stood up. Heartbreaker lowered Hill's body on top of me, his head resting on my chest. They left us there in a pseudo-lover's embrace as they finished up the match, fulfilling a few patrons' requests before finishing off with Heartbreaker giving Heartthrob a blowjob in the corner of the ring. And that was it, the end of my second match of the gauntlet.
For those who need a reminder, I was at $0.00 out of $15,000.
