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.
Rookie's First Grudge Match
I'm gonna be honest with you dear reader, I was ready to throw up. Now I was never skipping and singing tra-la-la on my way to any match but this one, for many very obvious reasons, was different. This match had been inevitable since my debut. Of all the rookies Hillbilly and I had brought in the most money from requests and for that reason alone Management would have thrown us together for an event like this without either of our involvement. Now add a multilayered rivalry on top of that. With the exception of our very first match neither of us had a loss against anyone in our cohort and my victory against him was a very close run thing I have no shame to admit. Hillbilly had more than made up for that gap by becoming the highest earning rookie this year. Finally of course, the thing that most spiced up this match, we hated each other. Yep, hatred, when I think Varsity and Hillbilly the first word that comes to mind is hatred.
Which is part of why my guts were in knots thinking about what would happen if I end up losing. I couldn't get it out of my mind, the two of us standing across from each other, the ring of the bell, and Hillbilly just squashing me. Dog walking me across the ring, beating me senseless, crushing me against his hairy muscles, punching, kicking, and biting me until my body was a canvas of blood and bruises. Worst of all him holding me down, pressing me down with the strength of his arms and the weight of his body as he violated me in front of a cheering crowd. I could almost feel the burn, the sweet, stinging burn of his dick ripping me apart in our first match.
Even worse would be what followed. My only solace among the rookies had been that I was better than them. Fucked up to admit but it's the truth. If I didn't have that, what was I? Tommy and Guido's lackey? An outcast? Moreover my mind kept flashing to Hillbilly looking down on me, lording his victory over my head like I had done to him a few times in the past. Only a few. And this would be so much worse than that since he'd have a win to back it up. It was a kind of life I simply could not accept living. I know how it sounds, melodrama catastrophizing blah blah blah but this is how it felt for me back then alright? I was going into this with the idea that my options were win or die.
Those happy thoughts kept me busy as Jen led me through an employees only door to the working side of the building. All the glamor, the warm, red painted walls with little gold filigrees on the door were instantly replaced with cold grey concrete and a lattice work of metal struts and scaffolding. Down a few flights of stairs I found both Papa Bear and Rodeo waiting for me which did little to convince me this was not about to be the biggest match of my life.
"There's my firebrand!" Papa Bear called out to me. "Ope! Got your hair a little mussed up." However much of a mess my hair was from my time with Max, Papa Bear made even more of a mess trying to fix it.
"Leave him be fatso, you're not his mama," Rod said.
"Nope, I'm just the reason he's gonna win this match."
"Will you two just-" I stopped myself from snapping any further at either of my mentors but I did swat away their attempts at fixing me. The attendants had hung a couple mirrors on the wall for prematch preparation and I did my best to get my blond hair back into a somewhat presentable style. I had just gotten it cut and everything. Hey, what better time to try out a new look, right? I took the moment to check myself out, suddenly realizing my whole body was about to be on display for a live audience. I vacillated on whether or not I should button up my letter jacket or leave it hanging open. Button it up and I come out looking put-together, in control, y'know, a liar. Or leave it open, show off all the work I'd been putting in since I got to the Ring, the couple pounds of bulk I'd put on, especially around my chest. Not that it'd matter for long but it would also show off my new singlet, a red-white-blue affair similar to my regular one but with some flashes of gold satin trim and even more stars in a dazzling display. It'll last maybe five minutes if I'm lucky.
Across the way I saw Hillbilly doing a similar preening routine will getting a pep talk from his mentor Mauler. Hill was dressed in his usual get-up, heelless open toed socks, jean shorts, a sweat-stained wifebeater this time underneath a sleeveless plaid vest. The baseball cap he'd usually wear was in his hands as another guy was spraying down Hill's past-the-shoulder-length hair.
The man spraying him down had tan skin with a strong jaw covered in five o'clock shadow, short black hair slicked down and with a curl dangling out over his forehead. It was the same one from last night, the one I saw hanging out with Hill and Thor. Seeing him up close I realized I knew who he was and immediately felt stupid for not recognizing him in the first place. This was Powerman, a midcard fighter with a superhero gimmick well on his way to making it to the top of the card. Another guy who's ringname didn't shorten well so he ended up being called Supes for obvious reasons. It's embarrassing to say I didn't recognize him because he wasn't in his usual get up which included a white domino mask that barely concealed anything. I wondered what he was doing here for all of two seconds before, having finished with Hill's hair, he leaned in and lovingly kissed him on the neck.
How the fuck did that happen?
I was staring but I only realized I was staring when, in the process of turning to look at his (I guess) boyfriend, Hill made eye-contact with me and I swiftly looked away. Whatever those two were up to I did not want to know. Anyways my voyeurism would have been interrupted anyways as Rod came up behind me and started giving me a pep talk.
"It's ok if you've got nerves, that's normal. You've been trainin' for exactly this. You know what to do. He's gonna come at you fast so be ready for it. Get him off balance early so he wastes his energy tryin' to get control back, then use him like a sex doll."
"Make sure to open him up first, fingering sells well" Papa Bear chimed in, giving me a slap on the back that almost knocked me into the mirror.
"Watch out for him hidin' somethin' on him," Rodeo said. "I'd bet my bank he's got some brass knuckles down there, get'em off him fast."
"Make sure to goose him while you're down there," Papa Bear added, "patrons love that."
"If you don't mind," Rodeo said, turning on Papa Bear, "I'm tryin' help him get focused."
"Oh yeah, sure, go right ahead," Papa Bear said with a cheery smile, "let me know once you're done so I can help plan how to win."
"Between the two of us who's got more wins against the hick?" Rodeo asked Papa Bear.
"Better question, between the two of us who's won more marathon matches?" Papa Bear retorted. "Look kid," he said, turning to me, "this is your moment, don't let it scare you. He's gonna piss you off and freak you out and you gotta remember the goal isn't to beat him, the goal is to win. He's not your opponent, he's the canvas. The real fight is with the crowd. Get their attention, get their love or their hate, whichever feels better, and get them paying. A hit to the balls is worth it if the crowd wants to see you hit him in the balls back, y'understand?"
"I think I'd rather-" I stopped myself from finishing that thought. "Yeah, I got it. Can you just give me a minute to-"
"Fighters to your stations!" An attendant called out, he was a slim guy with one of those side cuts with a coiled bun on top of his head. He looked like a prick is what I mean.
"You got this," Rod said.
"When you're working the crowd just go with what feels right, they'll know it if you're faking," Papa Bear added. "And remember to have fun!"
That last shout from Papa Bear drew Hillbilly's attention as he walked up to stand next to me just outside of view of the entry ramp. "Got both your daddies here to watch you get fucked. Nice."
My stomach did a flip but I didn't let it show on my face. "Is that your boyfriend over there? Hope he's not expecting you to be tight after this."
"Where's your boy at? Or does he already not want to be seen with you?"
"Working," I said, figuring now wasn't the time to say I was on my way towards ending the charade with Tommy, "lotta people wanna be with him. Your man not get any offers?"
"Plenty, but at our level we don't need to do that shit." He leaned in and gave me a sniff that succeeded in putting me on the back foot as I stepped away from him. He grinned. "You better've switched up your cologne. Don't tell me you're a call boy now."
The fact he recognized my cologne completely passed me by as I got back in position with a shrug. "We're all call boys here."
He didn't seem to have an answer to that, not that there was time to give one. "Hillbilly entrance in thirty!" The man bun attendant called.
Shit, shit this is really happening. For a split second I considered making a run for it. I'm strong enough I could probably make it through any guards. Then it's just a jog into the Mojave and I've got a straight shot for the border. Sure I might die, but what's death next to public humiliation? Obviously that's not the choice I made, you wouldn't be reading this if I did, but it helps you understand where my mind was at if it wasn't already clear.
Hillbilly leaned in before he took his mark and said in my ear, "hope you prepped for me, you'll be licking my dick clean if you didn't." Why the fuck did that give me a half chub. Now was not the time! There's no way in hell I was going down that ramp with a boner. I shoulda snuck a cup in my singlet goddammit.
Hill took his place just behind a curtain that lead to the entry way as the attendant counted him down. At 10 his entrance music started playing, a fast paced, grungy electric guitar riff that even got my heart racing. Hill put his cap on backwards and gave me a wink before he slipped through the curtain. The crowd had been cheering already when his music began but it grew even louder when he made his entrance. The cameras gave a much better view of the audience than the box did. It wasn't all dudes, there were a few ladies in there as well. I don't know why, call it residual heterosexuality, that somehow added to my anxiety. Worse was the sound of the cheering, the hands reaching over the barrier for just a touch of Hill, the smiles. They loved him. And if they loved him that meant, to my mind, they were going to hate me.
"The following contest is a marathon match!" The announcer crooned, "making his way to the ring first, the highest earning rookie in the Ring's history! Standing 6'0" and weighing 205 pounds! Hillbilly!"
Hillbilly wasn't in a rush to get to the ring. He loped his way down with a slow gait, taking time to high five a fan here, give a wink there, so that by the time he stepped through the ropes he would have the crowd wrapped around his finger. Not just the crowd. I looked over to where Supes and Mauler were watching the screen. Supes in particular seemed even more enamored with him as he watched his boyfriend make his entrance. There was something in his eyes, the softness, the warmth, the deep, deep affection that made me want to tear his throat out with my teeth. But there wasn't any time for psychoanalysis so it would have to remain a mystery for now.
Watching him make his entrance did lead to a sort of social whiplash for me. Up in the boxes secrecy was like the air. No phones, no recordings, no cameras. Everyone went to their rooms on an exact schedule so that there could be no overlap, no one would know who was where up there, no one except Management I guess. Down in the arena there was no privacy to be had. There were cameras, some from the Ring of course to record for later consumption, but also in the audience. There was no privacy out there, no secrets, just a couple hundred pairs of eyes all watching you. And on top of that two assholes commentating on every little detail.
"This might be the most anticipated match tonight Alpha, even more than the tag team match for the winner's bracket." The announcer said. "Why do you think that is?"
"Hell if I know."
"I mean, you've taken an interest yourself in these two competitors, haven't you? That says a lot about what we should expect."
"Look, just because I got bored of waiting for a challenge from those limp dicked faggots in the Pantheon doesn't mean I'm impressed by these newbies."
"Say what you will but they both made it through your gauntlet."
"That they did, after I threw them both a bone."
"Well bones are exactly what we can expect tonight folks. The stipulations set by both competitors are for this to be a marathon match. Thirty minutes on the clock and whoever racks up the most points in cash will be declared the winner so get your requests in now folks. If there's anything you've wanted to see these competitors do then now's your chance to see it! If you're in the pit make sure you've downloaded our app to get your requests on the board!"
Hill had made it to the apron and tossed his vest to the crowd. He looked around and pointed to a member of the audience, a big bear in a leather vest of his own with a thick brown beard and hairy everything else. Hill motioned to himself a few times as he said something and, with a massive grin, the bear reached out, grabbed the top of Hill's tank and ripped it down, revealing Hill's chest. The camera zoomed in, showing off his cut form, his rippling abs, his tight pecs, and all of it covered in a carpet of thick hair. He tore off what was left of his top and handed it to the bear who quickly gave it a smell. ~God I wish I was him~
He hopped up into the ring and did a few more poses for the crowd. Meanwhile backstage the attendant made sure I was in position before he started counting me down. This was it, this was really it. Once I went through those curtains there was no going back. If I made it through those curtains. However bad the match was going to be for me there was no way in hell I was running away once the crowd had seen me. Sure I didn't know anyone in there from Adam but that's not the point. It's pride, if you have it you'll understand and if you don't you never will.
Hill's music cut off when the attendant reached fifteen and mine began when he reached ten. A sort of sexed up college fight song with deeper horns and heavier drums. Even with that work it suddenly felt dweebish after Hill's entrance. All the things I'd talked about working on with Papa Bear and that didn't get changed, god I was kicking myself. But the booing I had been bracing myself for didn't happen. Instead, somehow, I heard cheering. I looked over my shoulder at five to see Rod give me a wave and Papa Bear give me two thumbs up and a toothy grin. The attendant said 'go' and before I knew it my legs had carried me through the curtain.
The roar of the crowd was immense and immediate as it washed over me. I felt it in my chest, in my bones, vibrations like an earthquake running through me. All the way down the ramp on either side of me were a sea of men (and a few ladies) all cheering for me. Yes, of course, there were some boos, a few guys at the back giving a thumbs down but I couldn't even hear them over the cheers.
Reader, there is not a drug, an intoxicant, or a stimulation of my dick or prostate that has ever felt half as good as the roar of that crowd. When I say the cheers washed over me I mean it literally hit me physically like a wave, I almost stumbled back just from the shock. There was an itch I hadn't realized I had been feeling my whole life that suddenly got scratched. Whatever doubts I had about my match or the Ring evaporated under the heat of the lights. It might sound strange that I was thinking of him in this moment but I felt bad for Octagon. Turns out I have the opposite of whatever he has. I spread my arms as another me took over and began to run my body for me. I drank in the cheers. The real rush came when I raised my arms up and the cheers rose with me, perfectly in time with my entrance music to peak right as the drums really kicked in. Didn't even choreograph that or anything, just worked out like that.
"Making his way to the ring, standing 6'1" and weighing 220 pounds! Vaaaaaarsity!"
I walked down the ramp into a sea of outstretched hands. Manic energy compelled me to try and high five every person with a hand out over the ramp. Papa Bear was right, going with the flow was the best move because my brain was telling me to just get to the ring and get this started. My body, with no input from my mind, took me to every fan I could reach. Did some of them grope my ass? Obviously. One or two may have given an unwelcome tug of my sleeve as well but what did I care? It was only the guy who tried to make a swipe over my dick that got his hand batted away, but I did give him a playful wag of my finger to keep the mood up. While I performed for the audience the announcer and Alpha God discussed my rivalry with Hill and speculated on what a win would mean for either of us.
"It'll decide who gets to bottom for me first," Alpha God determined.
I ignored him, mostly because I could barely hear him over the music and the cheers. My coup de grace came as I reached the ring. I walked around the apron, searching the crowd until I found the perfect target. He was an inch or two shorter than me but otherwise just my type. He had a Mediterranean look, neatly trimmed dark beard and hair, nice jawline, a bit of chest hair poking out from his half unbuttoned shirt, and most importantly his lovebird eyes staring right at me. Looking back on this it was a huge gamble but my luck was good at the moment. I walked right up to him and he didn't seem to believe it that I was approaching him. He only really seemed to believe it when I took my letter jacket off and wrapped it around his shoulders. I pulled him in and without a word kissed him on the lips. He obediently opened his mouth for me. I felt his moan more than I heard it. When I was done I left my jacket wrapped around him and gave him a pat on the chest.
"Keep that safe for me sweetheart," I said to him and he might have fainted. For the first time that I could remember I think I loved my job.
I went up the steps to the ring and used the ropes as leverage to leap in, always keeping my eyes on Hillbilly as he stalked back and forth in the opposite corner. The crowd was at a fever pitch now, enough that even Alpha couldn't ignore the excitement.
"Might be a fight worth watching," he conceded.
A bit of the anxiety was starting to come back as we waited for the bell. It gnawed at my stomach, sent tingles through my arms and legs, but it wasn't strong enough to fight off the heat of the roaring crowd. The ref made a token effort to check us both for anything hidden but it was obviously for show.
That's ok, I'll find it myself.
They were dragging out the start of the match. The announcer was taking pains to remind everyone to get their requests in now. Over the entryway there was a large screen that had at first been showing montages of Hill's and mine's past performance now showed '30:00' in big white digits. Below were a series of requests already starting to populate the board like a fucked up word cloud. It was pretty easy to discern which ones were aimed at me and which were aimed at Hillbilly. Spladle, me. Back rake, Hill. German suplex, me. Forehead bite, Hill. Oil check, well, that one was a toss-up.
The room was ready to combust as the announcer finished explaining the rules of the match again. The fighters with the most earned money wins, a completion counts for the usual $5,000, no count out, no holds barred. Not that there were ever any holds barred in the Ring. Hill was hopping from foot to foot, muscles coiled and ready to launch himself at me even as he tried to hide it. He'd boasted to me about watching the other rookies' matches to study their styles, probably trying to intimidate me. Well I'd done the same with him. I was ready.
The crowd was at a fever pitch, all that we were waiting for was the bell. Leaning against the corner I looked to the side, down to the guy in the audience I'd given my jacket to. He still had it around his shoulders, his puppy-dog eyes locked on me. As I blew him a kiss the bell rang. The guy's eyes grew wider, frantic, because just like I had expected, Hillbilly was charging right at me. He was too predictable, there was nothing he loved more than a charge against an unsuspecting opponent. I ducked under his blow and wrapped my arms around his waist. I lifted him up, trying to slam him back down to the mat but he shifted his weight in my grip and threw me off balance.
I stumbled but kept my arms around him, my dick already growing hard as it rubbed against his ass. "You think I'm stupid, huh?" I whispered in his ear. "If stupid little me outsmarted ya then what does that make you?"
Hillbilly grunted, his hands on my wrists trying to loosen my grip. He was too steady now for me to throw him. I raced to think of a way to gain better leverage on him but he beat me to the punch, thrashing enough to break my grip and putting my right arm in a wristlock. I quickly spun out of it, hammerlocking his left arm behind his back. He answered me just as fast, twisting and pulling me into a side headlock. My cheek rubbed up against his hairy chest as I tried to loosen his grip on me. He tried to take me down to the mat but I was able to thread my leg through his and stop him. I took that chance to slip out of his hold. When he spun on me I used his momentum against him, grabbing his wrist and tossing him over my shoulder in a fireman's carry takedown.
Before I was able to take advantage of his position he had already rolled away and back to his feet. We both took up low wrestler's stances opposite each other, stalking a circle around the ring as we each probed the other for any weakness in our defenses.
"These might be the most evenly matched competitors we will see tonight," the announcer said. "Between Varsity's technical skills and Hillbilly's down-and-dirty experience it's impossible to say who'll come out on top."
I lunged low, trying to get Hill's leg but he stepped back just in time. He in turn tried to get me in another headlock but I dodged to the side. Seeing that we weren't going to get an easy takedown I launched myself at him as he did the same. We locked up in a collar and elbow. We were both too agile and quick to react for either one of us to get the other off balance. That was until, while still locked up collar and elbow, Hill acted in a way I hadn't prepared for. He shifted one arm and allowed me to grab him in a headlock but that was only to free his hand to rake across my eyes. As the pain shot through my face and I was blinded he dropped low and hit me in the groin with a pump of his forearm driving my balls into my tailbone. If there was one thing Hillbilly had his 10,000 hours in, it was ball shots. I could feel bile welling up in my throat and I slumped against his chest. He chuckled low and whispered in my ear, "sorry boy, gotta take your licks like a man." He shoved my head away and knocked me on my back on the mat.
He quickly mounted me, pulling my head up and rubbing my face in his crotch. Before I knew what was happening he had let me go and spat on my face. His hot, wet saliva pooled on my cheek as he got back up and scraped his foot across my face, once, twice, rubbing his spit into my skin.
"And just like that he's on the board! Hillbilly with $830!"
I was stunned, just enough for Hillbilly to get out of my reach before I regained a sense of my surroundings. In the grand scheme of things it wasn't so much, hardly an insurmountable lead, but he'd scored first blood and that had rattled me. I needed to regain the initiative, I couldn't let him get a lead on me no matter how small. One hands and knees I stumbled to my feet. I went to charge at Hillbilly but he was ready for me. He caught my in the gut with his knee. My momentum carried me over and I landed on my back again.
Hill didn't give me any room this time. He mounted me again but this time he laid into me with punches all over. When that wasn't enough he grabbed me by a handful of hair and slammed my head into the mat again and again until I was seeing stars. The only thing that brought me back to reality was his knee over my throat. I gasped for breaths that wouldn't come while he pulled up my right arm. The ref was yelling at him to let me, y'know, not die but he ignored it. He pulled my arm up and all of a sudden a sharp pain ripped through my hand and down my arm as he bit into my fingers.
Eventually my face had turned blue enough that Hill was convinced by the ref to get off me. Gasping and disoriented I crawled away from him, my head resting on the bottom turnbuckle. Hill saw another chance and charged across the ring. He leapt in the air and landed on my chest with both of his knees, his crotch sliding back up in my face while he draped his arms over the ropes and humped me to the roaring crowd's approval. Still out of it there was little I could do to stop him as he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up until I was on my ass in the corner. You can guess where this was going.
He pulled down the back of his jean shorts and smacked his round ass. Just about every guy in the Ring worked on his squats until he had a perfect peach back there but Hill's was one of the few that had some fuzz. And by some I mean a lot. He had a hairy ass, a really hairy ass. A really hairy ass which he was now quickly backing up into my face. This wasn't my first time getting stink-faced as you well know dear reader, but it certainly was my first time in front of a live audience that was in the room with me. As Hillbilly's rank musk invaded my senses the heat of his ass cheeks on my face was matched by the heat of my own cheeks as I heard the crowd laughing uproariously at my humiliation. I could only imagine the poor sap I'd given my jacket to. He'd probably already tossed it away and slunk out of sit rather than be associated with me. I could only imagine this because all I could see at the moment was Hill's meaty ass cheeks in my face.
"Hillbilly has crossed $1,000 and Varsity isn't even on the board!" The announcer cried.
"So much for an even match," Alpha said.
I'll admit it, not a great start. I think if I could play it back again I would definitely not get hit right in the balls by a raging redneck. Not a great strategy. The ass in my face I could keep or lose. My submission to Hillbilly's humiliation had clearly dropped his guard as I was able to push him away with a less than forceful shove of his backside. He stumbled away and rolled to face me as I got back to my feet, a sharp, vicious grin on his face.
Yeah, keep smiling chucklefuck, see how long it lasts.
When we went to lock up again I went low, not for the legs but ducking under his attempt at a clothesline and grabbing him around his waist instead. He hadn't expected that, even more he hadn't prepared for me to squeeze him like in a bear hug, pressing my now sweaty chest against hi back. I savored the warmth of his skin against mine as I crushed him against me, lifting him off the mat and slamming him back down face first. I kept my arms wrapped around his midsection, squeezing the breath out of him as he clawed at the mat for escape. When he started to get close, mostly from our sweaty bodies becoming slick against each other, I would roll, flipping him over like a gator with prey in my jaws. I kept him disoriented with another roll, my arms vice-like around his stomach. When he groaned in pain and my dick twitched at the sound I couldn't help but ask, "you like that huh?"
He didn't respond.
With my opponent ever so briefly immobilized I chanced a look at the board. The requests were racking up and rising in value fast. Some I wasn't in position for yet, some I wasn't desperate enough for yet, but a few I could fulfill right away. One in particular caught my eye with great interest. My hands traced across Hill's body, my right hand gripping the back of his neck and pressing his face down into the canvas, my left hand holding tight to the back of his shorts as I pulled his ass up against my crotch and started to dry hump him.
It was a dangerous needle to thread though it might not have appeared so on the outside. For one there was the chance Hillbilly would regain his senses and use my weak grip to escape. For another there was the fact that my dick had been screaming out to fuck Hillbilly for months now, to the point that just rubbing up against his ass crack through two layers of clothing might be enough to make me cum in my jock. Shit, three layers of clothing.
My display of dominance had turned the audience over to my side, flighty bitches that they are. I was coming to realize that this wasn't about the love of the crowd and it never would be. Their love came as easily as it went, it wasn't worth giving a single shit about. No, the reason I got hard from the roar of the crowd was because if they were cheering for me it meant I was the one in control. To cement my control, and because the request had been paid out, I wrapped my arms back around Hillbilly's waist and deadlifted him up.
The arc he made through the air must have been beautiful to see as he came crashing back down to the mat right on his neck and back. I rolled with him, folding Hillbilly in half so that we ended up with his knees pressing into his shoulders held down by my ass sitting on his face. The mob loved that. I put my hands on my hips and gave my best cocky grin to the crowd while Hill struggled underneath me, my legs pinning his arms to the ground. Meanwhile the ref got down on the mat and started a three count. Up on the board the reward for facesitting got added to my earnings quickly followed by the reward for 'facesit pin.'
"Looks like Varsity's catching up quick, he's just passed Hillbilly on the scoreboard!" The announcer called amazed. "These are some serious competitors! Not even a third of the way through and both fighters are already racking up the moolah!"
"Calm your tits, everything's inflated at a live show," Alpha said.
My heart dropped as I looked at the board and found that, indeed, only six minutes had elapsed since the start of the match. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to survive twenty-four more minutes of this torture. I supposed I wasn't.
Part of getting paid for a pin (but not a submission!) meant I had to give Hillbilly space and about five seconds to recover. Hill was on his feet in less than one and glaring at me through sweat slick strings of his hair over his face. Guess I wasn't the only one with anger management issues. He charged at me but I spun and let him pass me by. He bounced off the ropes and came charging back but I ducked underneath him again. Off the ropes again, this time when we met I planned to grab him in a belly-to-belly suplex. Instead he leapt into the air and hit me with a crossbody taking us both down to the mat. He quickly tried to get me in a cover for another payout but I pushed him off before one.
He jumped on me again, wrapping me up in a headlock and hitting me again and again in the face. I had enough wherewithal to shove him off of me and roll away, quickly getting back into a crouch. When he came at me I kicked him in the gut and hit him with a snap suplex, slamming his back into the mat. I rolled over and tried to get another pin on him but he likewise kicked out before one. I got back to my feet and took a second to catch my breath as Hillbilly did the same. Behind him I saw on the clock that only a minute had elapsed. Great, just twenty-three minutes now.
Jesus Christ this is never gonna end, I thought.
Luckily that despair was fast turning into anger, anger that I was in this bullshit at all. I shouldn't be here! I definitely shouldn't be here with this piece of shit hick psychopath. For whatever reason he was pissed too and we both came charging in against each other again. We both had the same tactic, a barrage of violence, punches, forearms, elbows, whatever it took to beat the other one down. My anger fueled me in this fight, made Hillbilly's blows feel like nothing, but I was stupid to think I could out brawl him. He caught me in the forehead, knocking me off balance and then hit me again. He kept the pressure up until I was trapped in the corner, blocking the shots aimed at my head but unable to stop his blows to my body.
He knocked me out of my defensive posture with a chop across the chest that echoed in the room. I almost doubled over but he caught me with two hands to the throat, cutting off my windpipe as he choked me in the corner. He was mad, spitting mad as I felt flecks of his saliva hit me on my cheek as he used all his strength to lift me up to my tip toes. I was too dazed to mount an effective defense, the only thing that saved me was the ref intervening.
Hill let me go only after almost getting disqualified by the five count but he didn't let up. He grabbed me in a headlock and pressed my face into the top rope. It was like running a knife across my eyes. I screamed in pain as Hillbilly held me tight in an iron grip, dragging my eyes across the rope. It seriously felt like my skin was getting ripped off my skull, it was the sharpest pain I'd ever felt in my life. To match the theme of sharp pain Hillbilly let me go and as I stumbled and tried to get back in a fighting stance he dug his fingernails into my back and dragged down, now actually ripping some of my skin as my back erupted in fire.
Still bleary eyed I fell into the ropes. I turned to try and get back on the attack against Hillbilly but before I could do anything he kicked me in the gut and knocked the wind out of me. He pulled me into a front headlock and slammed me head first into the mat with hasty a ddt to stop me getting my senses back. My head still ringing, hell my whole body ringing, Hill rolled us both over and pinned my shoulders to the mat with his crotch planted in my face. I couldn't see it from my position, obviously, but he was grinning for the audience with his tongue out, mocking me. Jokes on him, his pin might have looked good but it didn't do shit. Even in my delirious state I was able to get a shoulder up after just one count.
Frustrated, he slammed my shoulders back down and tried again, but I was able to get my other shoulder up in under a second. Not wanting to risk a third escape Hillbilly decided to change tactics. He pulled one of my arms up and wrapped his legs around my head, rolling onto his back and locking me in a triangle choke. He wasn't going for the submission though. Instead of locking the choke in he undid the fly of his jeans and pulled out his hard dick. Using the leverage he had he pulled my face down, he forced his dick into my mouth and started fucking. Exertion and tight confines had made given his dick the taste of sweat and musk as he shoved it as far down my throat as he could manage.
The taste of it sent a shot of adrenaline through my body. Because I wasn't going to let him get the first completion, yeah, that's it. His focus on cumming down my throat had meant his hold was not locked in. Muster all the strength and focus I could I got first to me knees, and then to my feet. Hillbilly kept a desperate, manic grip on my head, his legs still locked tightly around me as he fucked my mouth faster and faster. It didn't matter if I escaped in the end if he managed to send his cum down my throat. Both of us grew frantic in our movements as I got both feet under me and thanked god and Papa Bear for how many squats I'd been doing. It took all my strength but I started to lift Hillbilly off the mat even as he kept his choke locked in.
Just before I was able to slam him back down to the mat Hillbilly let go, rolling away from me as I went flying into the corner, gripping the ropes to stay on my feet. That adrenaline rush had about run its course and I was gulping in mouthfuls of fresh air. My head was swimming and my feet not quite steady yet. The ref was in my face now, checking me over to make sure I wasn't about to collapse or drop dead. While he was doing so Hillbilly was tucking his dick back in his pants, or at least making it look like that's what he was doing. There were very, very few things that were illegal to do in the Ring but one of them was foreign objects. At least, illegal in the 'don't let the ref see' kind of way. If an attendant catches you with something you're fucked. If it's the camera you're golden. Well Hillbilly was doing more than readjusting his jock and I'd seen enough of his matches to know I wanted none of it.
I shoved the ref aside and charged across the ring at Hillbilly, tackling him in the midsection and ramming him into the corner. I kept him pressed in there, driving my shoulder into his gut as many times as I could manage, trying to press every last breath out of him. The only thing that stopped me was realizing the hand I felt on my back wasn't Hillbilly hitting me but the ref warning me I was about to kill my opponent. I pulled back and let Hillbilly stand up in the corner before slapping him hard across the face and stepping back. I smacked my chest. "Come on big guy! That all you got?"
I was riding on a high for now and just hoping Hillbilly would give me a reason to keep it going. He was getting frustrated, good, I wanted him frustrated. Frustrated and angry and reckless. Taking another risk I baited him out by making a run at him. I knew how he liked to react and just as I expected he lifted his foot up to try and stomp me in the chest. I batted his foot aside leaving his legs split wide open. I stuck a leg in between before he could regain his stance and hooked his knee. The smart ones in the crowd were already chanting as, with a punch to the gut, I bent Hillbilly in half, leaned over him, grabbed his other leg, and rolled him to the mat in a spladle. This might be the proudest I was of a move in the entire match.
Actually, second proudest. We'll get there.
This really was the perfect move though. I was laying on my back and all I had to do was stretch my aching legs to split Hillbilly in half. His arms were flailing, or at least as much as they could with the space provided. I tried to give him an oil check but his jeans were too sturdy for my thumb to get through. Unfortunately it looked like Hillbilly's pants were not designed to disintegrate on first touch. Tells you where Management thought the match was going. My only mistake was not waiting to get him naked first. Putting his asshole on full display for the whole world to see would've been a real crowd pleaser. Hearing him yelp in pain as I pulled his legs apart would have to do.
There was one other request I could fulfill from this position. Two actually, since 'noogie' had come up on the board. I got that out of the way quick, grinding my knuckle into Hillbilly's forehead while he shouted and struggled helplessly in my hold. "No need to shake your ass like that, I'll fill it up in a minute," I taunted him. "God you're a needy bottom."
"I'mma fuckin' kill you," he shouted back.
"Sure," I said with unearned confidence. I wet my index finger with as much spit as it could handle and stuck it in his ear giving him a wet willy. He started shouting again. I've never been able to figure out which I loved more, to hear my opponent shout in pain or humiliation. All I knew then was that his impotent cries of shame gave me a raging boner. I'd need to do something about that soon but first, the spladle. There were two ways out, I could crank his legs open as far as I could get them until he submitted or I could shift my position and pin him. Since submitting and pinning an opponent were such popular requests the pool of money got divided into $500 dollar chunks to avoid giving too much of a lead to one fighter for a relatively simple request. With our skillsets the way they were I figured Hillbilly had a better shot at submitting me than pinning me so I had better deplete the former pool as much as I can.
But before I split him open like a wishbone, I suddenly remembered a very important thing I had to do first. I reach down over his hairy abs, taking a moment to appreciate the scenery, before delving below his belt. He really started thrashing as my hand moved over his hard dick but I didn't stop there. No, not his balls either though did give them a squeeze that forced out a high pitched yelp from Hillbilly. Past the balls, right in below his grundle I felt it. Hard metal, warm from being pressed against his body for so long. I pulled the brass knuckles out of his pants to a mixture of cheers and disappointed boos. Those assholes. I tossed the knuckles out of the ring and secured my hold of Hill's legs again.
"Alright, time to say uncle," I said as I pulled Hill's legs as far apart as I could get them. His groaned pains turned into shouts and cries. To his credit he held on longer than most guys would, but then my guy is a flexible one. Eventually he reached his limit as I split him in two and started slapping my leg to tap out. I cranked the spladle a little harder just to remind him I fucking hated him before letting him go.
He started to crawl away from me but I wasn't done with him yet. I pounced on him and trapped his arms under my legs. With a series of forearm blows to the back and neck I got him rattled again. I needed him disoriented just long enough for what I had planned next. I'd been training for this exact moment and I wanted to get it right. Ever since my ill-conceived rendezvous with Papa Bear I knew exactly what I wanted my peak moment in the ring with Hillbilly to be. It was time to reveal my new signature.
I stood up and planted my feet in the crook of Hillbilly's knees, wrapping his calves around my legs. Leaning down I smacked the him in the ribs, his arms flying back instinctively to try and protect himself. I grabbed his wrists and by now the crowd was really getting amped up. I sat back down, pulling Hillbilly up onto his knees, his body stretched out as I pulled back on his arms. He was already crying out in pain and I wasn't even a third of the way through my plans yet. I had been practicing this move obsessively from the moment I saw it. First with Tommy, then with Guido, and finally a few times with Papa Bear. Thank god for leg day is all I'll say. My plan was if I could do it to Papa Bear I could do this to anyone.
Taking in a breath I heaved backwards, using my falling bodyweight as leverage to life Hillbilly up in a suspended surfboard. His body arched painfully as my legs pushed his legs one way and my arms pulled his arms another. His long hair dangled over me, tickling my chest as he thrashed back and forth as he tried in vain to escape. I had him trapped, pulling his body apart with my expertly practiced hold. I've had a lot of good sex with a lot of hot guys in my life but nothing gets me as horny as trapping another man in a hold I know he has no way of getting out of. His sweat falling down on my body was more refreshing than any shower ever could be. The best part of this hold, the thing that really gets my balls tingling, is the fact that you can't tap. It's not gonna knock you out, it's just going to stretch your body until your will is finally broken. The only way out was to verbally submit, which is exactly what I was telling Hillbilly to do.
"Submit! Submit!"
The ref was standing over him, I'm sure enjoying the sight of his stretched abs, asking him if he submitted. He might have nodded because the ref started waving to me but I just shook my head. "I didn't hear a submission!"
"I give!" Hillbilly shouted. As soon as the request cleared I let him down, his knees hitting the canvas, but I still had him tied up. Rules said I had to end the move but didn't say anything about releasing him. Anyways I had a new hold to put him in. I grabbed him by his long hair and pulled his head back, bending his body even further than I had before until, his knees still locked by my legs, I had his head far enough back that I could shove it under my sweaty pit, trapping Hillbilly in a modified surfboard dragon sleeper.
Hillbilly wasn't the only one sacrificing security for the sake of sexy. Ideally the hold would be secured around Hillbilly's neck to allow me to cut off his blood flow. Instead I had Hillbilly's face firmly lodged in my armpit for the sake of requests and because fuck that guy he deserves to suck on my sweat for the rest of eternity. I was still able to crank the hold and keep Hillbilly disoriented while he frantically huffed at my musk. Too quickly I had him tapping out on my arm. Honestly I was disappointed until I remembered that I could now enact the last third of my plan.
Hillbilly had flopped forward more from the tension of his tendons than any intentional movement on his part. Keeping his knees trapped I leaned forward and hauled him back up by pulling on his arms, putting him back on display for the audience. I pulled his arms back even further, trapping them under my legs so that he was completely trapped. I grabbed his hair and used it to pull him back even further, stretching his body beyond any limits it might have had. When he was far back enough I cupped a hand under his chin and kept pulling. His forehead slid across the front of my singlet and kept going doing until the top of Hillbilly's head was touching the mat and his face was trapped in my sweaty crotch.
It really was like looking at a piece of art, a sculpture beautifully and lovingly crafted to display the magnificence of a man's suffering. Hill's body, now drenched in sweat, made a beautiful arch as he was stretched beyond any natural ability would have allowed. He was writhing, trapped under my power, completely at my mercy. I ran a hand over his abs, my touch making him twitch and thrash with even more power. His body hair was wet from his exertion, his body burning from the heat of his exertion. I ground my knuckle into his abs, using every bit of my self control to stop myself cumming from the warmth of his breath on my hard dick as he screamed in pain. That one wasn't a request, that was just for me. But speaking of requests I moved up to his chest, pinching his nipples and giving them a sharp twist and making him thrash even more violently. It was time for the final humiliation.
With my hands securely under his jaw shoving his head down I stretched out my legs, pulling his body apart like clay in my hands. I could feel his hand tapping the bottom of my leg but it was out of sight of the ref. "Gotta say it," I said to him, staring down at his face contorted in pain. "Say it!"
"I submit!" He cried out his submission directly into my crotch. Immediately I let him go and got to my feet, pulling down the straps of my singlet as I did. I needed to act fast before I exploded in my jock. With a loving, sadistic glee I grabbed him by the hair and started pulling. I got him to his hands and knees, dragging him over my boots and up my leg. It took more effort than I'd expected since he was close to deadweight after three submissions in a row. Eventually I got him to his knees, his head pressed in my crotch. I took a moment to rub it in, humping his face with my bulge. Gotta be careful not to get too excited though. I pulled down the front of my singlet and unleashed my hard cock from my sweaty jock strap and almost like it had a mind of its own it hit Hillbilly on the cheek. Hill was barely there at this point, his lips did nothing as I slid my dick between them and started fucking his face.
"What a display of dominance from Varsity!" The announcer said. "He's got a commanding lead over Hillbilly! 4,370 to 2,210! If he can get this completion off it'll be hard for Hillbilly to catch up!"
"So much for a rivalry," Alpha said.
Everyone in the hall was on their feet and ready to see the first completion of the match, me included. My fingernails dug into Hill's scalp as I gripped his hair tight, pushing his face deep into my crotch as I fucked his face hard. All eyes were on me, chanting, cheering for me. I found the guy I'd given my jacket to standing front and center, gripping the barrier with my jacket still around his shoulders. I bounced my pecs for him as I shoved my dick deep into Hill's mouth and I swear the dude almost fainted. Hill must have been completely dickmatized since I felt his tongue running along my shaft as well as I continued to fuck his mouth. It didn't take long for a shudder to run up my spine as I filled Hill's mouth up with my cum. The ref was on his knees next to us inspecting, only giving me the completion when he confirmed the drip of cum coming out of Hill's mouth.
I glanced over to the board and watched the clock tick down to 15:00. Only half way, Jesus. My tank was definitely more than half empty. Before I could decide what to do next Hillbilly suddenly grabbed my ass, keeping me from pulling my dick out of his mouth. I couldn't figure out what his game was until I felt his teeth clamp down on my still hard dick.
Here's the thing about getting bit in the dick, reader. It hurts, obviously, duh, we all knew that, but it's not a unique pain. Just in terms of pain I'd much rather get bit in the dick than say get hit in the balls or in the kidney. No, what absolutely sucks about getting bit in the dick is the fear. The feeling that any wrong move would end with a dental castration, the wolf-in-a-trap panic that left you powerless to react. I couldn't move or else I'd just be dragging Hill's teeth across my shaft, or worse my dickhead. I could try hitting him but that risked jostling his jaw enough that he bites the damn thing off. The ref would do his best to stop Hill from biting the thing clean off, for whatever comfort that was, but there wasn't a lot to do in response.
So I screamed.
On a dime the crowd turned on me again. They laughed and gawked at me as I tried to desperately to loosen Hillbilly's jaw, tried to create any space to escape, tried to beg for him to please just let me go. I guess that last one was what he wanted because all of a sudden his mouth opened and my dick was free, for all that good it did. The whole thing was aching from a burning ground zero where Hill's teeth had clamped down.
Hillbilly's arms wrapped around the back of my knees and he lifted me up, tossing me over his shoulder before slamming me down to the mat. He hopped up, grabbing me in a side headlock and barraging my forehead with punches. "How's that huh?" He shouted down at me. "How's that for a taste of your own medicine!"
Oh yeah, I did bite his dick didn't I?
"Let's even this up," Alpha said as he watched the thrashing, "give him a bite! $600 for a forehead bite!"
Hillbilly obliged like a good boy and leaned in, pressing my face into his pec as he bit my forehead, sharp daggers of pain cutting me across my face.
"Make it bleed! $400!"
His teeth started gnawing at me skin as I bucked and thrashed trying to escape. But like I said, I'd gassed myself with the string of submissions. I didn't even feel the trickle of blood as it started to travel down my cheek.
"Smother him in your pit! $400!" Alpha continued the requests. And this bitch was talking about 'inflated requests.'
Hill shifted his position so that, still trapped in his headlock, my face was trapped in his sweaty armpit. The smell of his scent filled me, with each breath I could feel warm air passing into my gut. He was particularly pungent from all the 15 minutes of our previous wrestling. Against my better judgement I breathed it in deep, filling my lungs with his scent. I've sampled many a sweaty armpit in my day but there was something about Hillbilly, his smell, that could never be matched. He had the secret sauce trapped in there. Breathing it in was like getting a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart.
If you've ever gotten an erection with a bitten dick you have my condolences, it is a painful experience. All the more humiliating having a crowd see it happen with your face trapped in a roided out hick's filthy armpit. His sadistic laugh as he felt me breathing in his musk certainly wasn't helping. Hillbilly reached over, my face still trapped in his pit, and started jacking me. It was as painful an experience as it was deeply, deeply pleasurable. It was a pleasure I felt from the tip of my dick to the base of my balls. I felt it in my bones, I felt it running through my blood. I couldn't help myself, even having just emptied my balls I felt another orgasm fast coming on. As it built up in me I started to lose my mind and started acting on instinct. I breathed him in even deeper, trying to suck every last bit of his scent into my soul. Worse, my tongue came out and like a man dying of thirst I started lapping at his sweaty pit.
The taste of him, his sweat, his smell was all it took to have me spilling out my cum on the mat to the roar of an approving crowd.
"Rub his face in it! $500!"
I was brought unhappily back into the fresh air as he grabbed me by the hair, yanking me over and slamming me face first to the mat, rubbing my face across the small splatter of my cum. What can I say, it was a second load so fast after the first. There's a particular look to cum mixed with blood, a red-pink hue that's hard to match and it was spread all across my face.
To cap off his domination streak Hillbilly pulled up one of my legs, wrapping an arm around my foot and pulled in a sort of one legged crab. His other arm he wrapped around my neck and pulled up as well. He pulled until both his hands were clasped together, bending me in half just as badly as I'd done to him. Pain shot all through my body, from my legs up my spine to my neck. Worse, any energy I'd regained was quickly being sapped. I could try and escape but in the balance my better option was to tap, which I did with gusto, slapping the mat desperate for escape.
He let me go only after the ref had reached the end of his count. As a parting shot he gripped the back of my singlet and pulled, so hard that it completely ripped off my body, which to be fair did not take so much force considering it was made to be tearaway. He grabbed my arm and rolled me over onto my back. He stood over me triumphantly, wiping the sweat off his body onto my face. Haloed by the overhead lights with his hanging hair casting a shadow over his face he looked somewhere between angelic and demonic. Or maybe that was just the exhaustion mixed with adrenaline speaking.
He stomped on my chest, rattling me, and then again. The third time he went for a stomp I rolled to the side and his foot the mat which was significantly harder than my body. I scrambled away and got to my feet, creating distance between the two of us. With that I space I chanced a look at the board. 12 minutes left, I was still well in the lead with $9,950 to Hillbilly's $5,270. But it would only take one completion to change that.
We faced off across the ring, me in just my jock, pads, and boots while Hillbilly was still fully dressed. A trickle of blood started spilling over my eye. Hillbilly waited for me to wipe away the blood to strike. He bullrushed me against the ropes, punching, biting, and clawing wherever he could in a manic attack. I managed to turn him around, wrapping my arms around him and crushing him between my body and the ropes. I pressed him as far as the ropes would allow before using the rebound to launch him up in a belly to belly suplex. He went flying across the ring, rolling across the mat until he was up against the ropes on the opposite side.
He quickly rolled under the ropes, dropping to the floor outside the ring. I followed after, sliding to the floor and stomping him on the back to keep him from getting to his feet. He desperately crawled away from me around the corner and I followed after him on shaky feet. If he wanted to stay down that was fine with me. One guy from the audience shouted out at me for a kiss.
"Fuck you, pay me!" I shouted back. To my surprise I started getting offers. No, now was not the time to get distracted by money. Well, not like that at least.
Instead I stumbled around the corner to where Hillbilly had been crawling, trying to get away. I caught up with him where his energy had seemed to give out just before making it around the next corner. I leaned down and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up in preparation to put him in a dragon sleeper right next to the crowd so they could see him licking my sweat. But he turned on me with a speed I wasn't expecting, so fast that I didn't see the glinting across his knuckles.
I didn't really feel the impact, I didn't have a waking mind to feel it. the first thing I remembered was a mixture of three feelings, ache, cold, and hot. The ache was the left side of my face where he'd hit me square in the cheek with the brass knuckles I had tossed out of the ring. Shoulda been more thorough about that. The cold was the metal bars of the barrier that surrounded part of the ring area. The hot was a man's body pressed right up in my face. I only realized the heat was a dick in my mouth when I felt a rush of cum shoot into the back of my throat.
That really woke me up as I gagged and coughed against the dick in my mouth. I looked up expecting to see Hillbilly looking down out on me but that was precisely not what I saw. I looked up over a hairy dad bod at bald headed white dude with a thick beard. Ok so maybe Hillbilly in 10-20 years. He went from grinning to an 'oh shit' look real fast when he saw me making eye contact with him. I realized Hillbilly was holding my head up against the barrier, one hand under the chin and another at the top of my head keeping me in place. I only learned after the match what exactly had happened, but for the roughly 3 minutes I was out he'd been taking requests to have a line of guys in the audience take their chance at fucking my mouth. Earned him a pretty penny too, enough to be only a couple hundred dollars behind me now in the score.
Now that I was back to my senses getting a blowjob from Varsity was a less appealing prospect considering dick biting had become a part of this match. I struggle to escape and managed to fall to my hands and knees, retching up a stomachful of cum onto the floor. Hillbilly hit me across the back of the head, grabbing me by the hair and slinging me back into the ring. It was only as I got to my knees that I noticed I had been almost entirely stripped. He'd also sold off my jock and pads to the crowd, now just my boots were left.
Hillbilly rolled into the ring just behind me. I lashed out with a punch to his gut that winded him but didn't stop him. He grabbed me by the head and hit me with a knee that sent me sprawling on my back. Grabbing both my arms he hauled me up only to stomp on my chest again and again and again. Not happy with just that assault he dropped down with a hand over my throat, choking me without mercy or care as the ref kept warning him. He leaned in close, his hot breath against my ear as he gleefully whispered in my ear, "time for the finish."
He rolled me over onto my stomach and folded up my legs so that my ankles were crossed and held in place against my ass by his thigh. He grabbed both my arms and pulled back, hauling me up in a way not too different from how I'd done to him with my surfboard. I yelled in pain as he stretched my body, and then I felt his foot against the back of my head. The moment he let go of my arms he curbstomped my head into the mat, knocking me senseless again.
It was a different kind of senseless from the brass knuckles. I still had some awareness, like being half-awake or in a dream. My limbs felt like jelly, which was a good sign since it meant I could still feel my limbs. I knew he was moving my body but in what way wasn't entirely clear to me. I felt my legs bending and stretching and a chill around my lower midsection. It wasn't until he slapped me across the face that I was fully aware of what had happened. What he'd done to me.
I was trussed up in the corner, both of my legs draped over the top rope and my arms laid across them, tied in place by my bootlaces. My ass was spread open and exposed. Hillbilly was there between my legs, providing the little leverage needed to keep me from slipping down the turnbuckle.
"I want you awake for this," he said evilly, a wicked grin across his face as he clasped his hands behind the back of my head in a clinch. He drove his knee straight into my balls sending waves of pain through my body. He followed up with his other knee, again driving my balls into my tailbone. The third time he did it the audience started counting, reaching six before he was finished.
I was screaming in pain, delirious. I would have slumped forward if there was space for me to do so. As it was I just ended up resting my head against his shoulder.
"Please," I gasped, trying to keep the bile down, "please stop."
"Hey," he said with mock concern, "hey, hey, it's almost over. Look at me." When I didn't move my head he grabbed my hair, sending sharp stings across my scalp as he lifted my head up and said more sternly, "look at me." I looked at him, his evil, handsome face, sweaty strings of his hair falling across his cheeks, mingling with his thick beard. He grinned, only malice in his green eyes.. "It's almost over. Then you can go back to being a whore."
He leaned in close, eyes locked on mine. And then I felt it, the tip of his dick against my asshole. It start with a stinging as he forced his way in slowly, savoring each second. The sting turned to burning, the burning to a fire as he buried his cock in my ass all the way to the base. I was screaming, shouting, begging him to stop. The pain was unbearable as he fucked me without mercy while I was trapped in the corner. I tried to escape, believe me I tried, I was thrashing hard enough that a less well built ring would have fallen apart but it was all useless. I was trapped under the bulk of his body and the tightness of my bonds.
He took me slowly at first, taking his time to pull his dick almost the whole way out before methodically forcing himself back in as I was defenseless to stop him. The pain didn't lessen with time, it only spread until my whole body was on fire. With each thrust he built up speed until the ring wasn't shaking from my thrashing but from his fucking. A trickle was running down my cheeks and it took a moment to notice it wasn't blood from my wound which had mostly been stopped, it was tears. Hillbilly noticed this too as he leaned in and ran his tongue up my cheek, licking up my tears. I was too out of it to even flinch away.
So when I said that the fucking did nothing for the pain that was only mostly true. As Hillbilly continued to widen my asshole with his dick eventually I did begin to feel things other than pain. The pain was still there of course, but there were other things as well. Nice things though I would never have admitted it at the time. It was like an electric current running through my body, painful but yet somehow pleasureable as well. Hillbilly must have been getting close too because his demeanor shifted. The grin was gone, replaced with an expression that looked something like concentration, a deep focus pointed directly at me. His eyes were digging into me deeper than his dick was. I'd seen it before, during our match with Polyamory. He'd had that same look in his eyes when we were being conga-lined together. And just like that time he leaned in and kissed me.
I wasn't even taken by surprise, I didn't have the energy for that. Strange as it may sound I melted into the kiss, to the heat of his body pressing me into the corner. I was so caught in this moment that I didn't feel that one of my boots had gotten loose. The weight of Hill's body was keeping my leg in place so there wasn't really a chance for either of us to notice. Hill was in the throes of passion now, rutting like a dog as he thrust his dick in and out of my ass. He was fucking me hard enough that my foot came completely out of my boot, the cold air against the soles of my feet sending a rush of realization straight to my brain. Hill still didn't notice, too busy seeing how far he could stick his tongue down my throat. I wiggled my other foot and felt that that boot was also loose.
Meanwhile I felt Hill's dick starting to pulse inside of me. Soon the burning in my ass was joined by a heat shooting deep inside me. Hill cried out in ecstasy. "Yeah, yeah take it, take all of it you whore!" He shouted in my face, a wild look of victory in his eyes. Over his shoulder I saw on the clock that there were two minutes and thirty seconds left and I was behind by a lot.
"With a deficit of $6,330 even a completion won't save Varsity now. If he's even got a load left in him," the announcer said. "This is all over but the crying. Or should I say AND the crying."
"Match isn't done yet," was all Alpha said.
Hillbilly pressed his dick in as far as it would go as he finished cumming in my ass. He looked me over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Sorry you didn't have a good time, we should do this again."
I took in a gasping breath. I had one shot and I needed all my energy for it. "Next time," I said, shifting my legs quickly to catch Hillbilly in a scissors around his torso, "you should tie a better knot." A pained gasp escaped his lips and gave me even more energy. He was caught by surprise enough that I had an opening to pull my legs back and kick him away from me. My boot laces were loose enough now that I was able to quickly slip my hands free.
I charged Hillbilly. I wasn't going for anything new and I wasn't going for anything fancy. I grasped him around the midsection, lifted him up, and slammed him down to the mat with as much force as I could muster in a spinebuster. I didn't roll him up like I usually did because I didn't want to risk a pin forcing separation. So instead I took him in missionary position. I wrapped my arm under his shoulders to keep them off the mat, holding him in a sick reflection of a lover's embrace as I viciously shoved my dick all the way into his hole until my pelvis slammed against his ass cheeks.
While I fucked him raw I looked up at the board for anything, anything at all I could do to earn money. I'd need another $1,330 minimum to tie. I could do a pin after completion for $500 but that still left $830. There was armpit smother for $280, I did that, using my free arm to rub my sweaty pit across his face. There was nipple bite for $120, I did that. He screamed in abject pain as he started coming to his senses while I gnawed his nipples till I tasted blood. I had been using my right arm to hold his shoulders off the mat but I switched to my left so that I could hit him in the chest with a series of forearms to keep him dazed while I continued to fuck him.
The clock was counting down now, one minute left. My fucking grew more desperate, this would be my third load this match and I wasn't sure I'd make it. I needed to come, I needed this, and there's nothing like stress to kill the libido. Hillbilly's pained expression was certainly helping. Watching his face contort as he suffered from my fucking sent a rush of adrenaline straight to my dick, but it wasn't enough.
45 seconds. I needed to cum and I needed it now. Forehead bite, $200. I leaned up, which luckily in this case meant I was putting more pressure on Hillbilly's body as I bit down on his forehead in revenge for earlier this match. His pained screaming filled my ears and brought me that much closer to cumming. His blood hit my tongue and as bad as it tasted I lapped at it just for the thrill of it.
30 seconds. I was close but not close enough. My training came rushing through me and I realized what I needed to do. I pulled up Hillbilly's arm and buried my nose in his pit. I breathed in as much of his scent as I could take and immediately my dick pulsed with another load. It wasn't enough to fill his ass but it was enough that when I pulled my dick free the ref could easily see the string of cum dripping from the tip.
15 seconds. I rolled him up, pressing his knees into his shoulders. Immediately the ref started the count and three seconds later I had earned another $500.
10 seconds. While Hillbilly lay supine in front of me my eyes raced over the board for anything I could do quickly but nothing there was quick enough or giving enough for me to win. Then Alpha God spoke up.
"$200 to lick his ass!"
I didn't think, I rolled Hillbilly back up, spread his cheeks, and ran my tongue the whole length of his crack, pulling up some of my own cum as I did.
5 seconds.
"$30 to kiss him!"
I pounced, landing on top of Hillbilly, crushing him in my arms to hold him still and crashing down on his lips with my own, forcing my tongue down his throat. Even as the bell rang and the crowd began to shout, a mixture of cheers and boos, I held him there, suddenly not wanting to let go as I held his warm, sweaty body tight against mine.
"I don't believe it folks! In all my years I don't think I've ever seen this happen before in a marathon match! It's a tie!"
In an instant all of the energy drained from my body. My lips slid away from his, travelling down his cheek until I was resting against his shoulder, my body heaving along with his. It was over, the match was finally over. But by the sounds of the crowd I knew this wasn't going to be the end, not for me and Hillbilly.
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