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.
Hazing
Hello again dear reader,
Well, here we are. The nadir of my life, my moment of greatest shame. I realize now that some of you may worry that this will represent a sort of ending point in my life's story, the pinnacle of the debauchery and degeneracy that I am sure you have been lapping up these past few entries. Be assured, this is not the case. Rather than see this as an ending, it may be better to view it as a new beginning into a brave new world of utter depravity. Worry not, good Dante, this Virgil has many ever spiraling circles of hell to lead you through yet. After all, what is a circle but another word for Ring.
So where was I?
Ah yes.
There's me in the Ring with Alpha, there's Frosh making his way down the ramp, and there's Gym watching everything from the green room. Gotta identify your stakeholders, as my professors used to say, y'know, back when I was an actual college student and not just playing one in porn.
Alpha had his hand on the back of my neck, as he liked to do. It was somewhere between a sign of reassurance and a threat. In either case the message was clear.
"You can thank me later." Alpha's voice rumbled against my ear.
"Fuck off." I mumbled.
"Hey," he warned me as his grip tightened around my spine. "I was choosing between either him, Gym, or me. We can still change up the card, though it wouldn't be fair to make Gym fight twice in one night, would it?" The implication was anything but subtle, but subtle wasn't Alpha's style, was it? While Frosh tentatively made his way to the ring Alpha continued to whisper in my ear. "You've got until he steps between the ropes. Choose." And it was a choice. I'd faced Alpha before, I'd watched his matches, I knew what to expect. It would have sucked, I would have lost, he would have torn up my guts with his dick, but I wouldn't have had to fight my childhood friend/crush's boyfriend in a sex wrestling match.
I almost agreed, I really did. I know what you're thinking, reader, but it's true and if you don't believe it you can fuck off. But like my weird grandpa used to say almost only counts in horseshoes and hand jobs. I'm still glad he's dead. So what kept me on the course? Well, later on I'd tell Gym it was because if Frosh didn't have this match he might have been let go or worse, faced Alpha, and who knows what would have happened to him then.
That, of course, was a lie.
No, what really happened is that as I dithered and Frosh got closer I was able to get a better look at him. He had a new outfit you see. Pale blue boots, white knee pads, short, skin tight trunks colored in a riot of bird's egg blue, mint green, and white. He was wearing a white t-shirt for his entrance which matched his white elbow pads. The matching ensemble made the flash of yellow on his right wrist stand out all the more. It looked something like a wrist band at a distance, but the color and bulk of it was wrong. Then it hit me. Did you guess what it was reader? Yeah, it was Gym's headband. He must have given it to Frosh to encourage him in his match.
Isn't that lovely.
That was when I decided to go through with the match. Maybe if I wasn't such a petty bitch, maybe if I had accepted my sexuality earlier, maybe if I had actually talked to Gym about my feelings once in the twenty-some years we knew each other things would have gone differently. But there's no use dwelling on counter-factuals and I imagine you, dear reader, find the actual-factuals much more entertaining anyways. Sick fuck. So Frosh stepped between the ropes, trembling like a leaf.
He was 5' 9" and 169 pounds. I was 6' 1" and up to 223. In the day to day that difference didn't seem so big. Now it was a valley between us. I felt like a giant looming over him and yes, reader, it did make my dick twitch just to think of it. Frosh was staring up at me with those dark blue eyes of his, I swear he must have worn contacts or something there's no way he was just born with those eyes like a secluded lake. I wouldn't have even noticed those eyes if the pants shitting terror evident in them wasn't giving me a half-chub that I wasn't ready to confront just yet. Frosh had grown out his curly hair until it was flowing down to just above his shoulders and his cheeks were already red as if he had somehow exerted himself just on the walk to the ring.
Alpha released me and lifted up his microphone as he stepped in between the two of us, the steel cage hanging overhead. "Do you know who I am?" He asked Frosh. You know how I loomed over Frosh at 6' 1"? Alpha God was like a lion glowering down at a kitten by comparison. Frosh nodded silently. "Who am I?" He held the microphone down to Frosh.
Frosh swallowed a lump in his throat. "You're Alpha God." He said with a rasp.
"What else?"
"You're the grand champion of the Ring."
"That's right." Alpha said with a smile that was all teeth. "And normally champs like me don't waste their time with rookie jobbers like you. Well... unless..." He chewed at his lip as his eyes scoured over Frosh. He chuckled to himself. "Do you know why you're here?" Frosh answered with a shake of his head. "It's cause you haven't been doing your job in the Ring. Just like Varsity hasn't been doing his job. And so, efficient teacher that I am, I've decided the two of you will learn your lesson together. See there are expectations here in the Ring. Everyone pulls their weight, everyone takes their lumps, everyone keeps the patrons entertained. But you haven't been very entertaining." Alpha looked to me. "Nor have you, Varsity. See the Ring isn't like other promotions. We're not just here to win, we're here to put on a show. Sometimes that means taking the less optimal path, sometimes that even means losing when you could have won. You need to be ruthless not just to your opponent but to yourself." Alpha nodded to himself as if he were some sage doling out advice.
"Frosh, to get down to brass tacks, you're here tonight, in this ring, because you haven't been broken in yet. You're a squirrely little fucker, I'll give you that. You've gotten yourself out of closer scrapes than even I could have managed at your age. That ends tonight. Before the bell rings this cage-" he motioned to the cage hanging overhead, "-is coming down, and it's not lifting until you're a full fledged member of the Ring. Until Varsity makes a man out of you. He's more than twice the fighter you'll ever be and even he's taken it like a man. It's high time you've joined him."
I looked to Frosh who was staring between Alpha and me with the wide eyes of a deer caught in the headlights. I'll admit, it was an intoxicating feeling watching that. No, not intoxicating, that's not right. It was like... have you ever been starving and walked by one of those restaurants with the tables on the street? And some dude has a steak that's been cooked just the way you like it and you get this mad kind of hunger where you almost want to just grab that steak off his plate and shove it in your mouth. If you know that feeling, you know exactly the way my whole body was aching as I looked at Frosh shaking in his boots.
"Varsity, tonight you need to learn to let loose. There's a beast inside of you that is begging to be let loose. Tonight I am making sure that you do not leave this Ring until you've let him roar. You're $15,000 in the hole. A win will get you $5,000. The remaining $10,000, well, you're going to have to wring that out of your little buddy Frosh here. I know you guys are thick as thieves, you hang out together, train together, hell haven't you got your own little frat together, what was it? No seriously Varsity, what was it?"
He stuck the microphone in my face. "Go fuck yourself." I said as an answer.
"No, I don't think that's it." Alpha scratched at his head. "You're cute when you do that, act tough. You still need to learn that it doesn't amount to a pile of shit if you can't back it up. But that's a lesson for another night. Rules for the match remain the same and the same rules as Hillbilly had apply to you. Anything you don't earn back tonight I take out of you next week. Capisce?"
"Yeah I got it."
"Good." Alpha grinned. He stepped out of the ring. "Oh," he paused midway through the rope, "and if you make him quit, I'll consider the debt fulfilled." He grinned. "No holding back."
Frosh pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing the hills and dells of muscles that rippled across his body. I'd seen each of those, from the biceps to the delts to the pecs develop in the gym over painstaking weeks and months of work. If I've said it once I've said it a thousand times, there are no twinks in the Ring and Frosh was no exception, but this twunk was about as close as you got. As I pulled off my letter jacket and tossed it out of the Ring, I didn't entirely regret my decision.
The cage creaked as it settled down around us. There was no gate, no way out. All around us and above us we were surrounded by chain link, just small enough that you couldn't get a fist through. My heart started to beat fast at the claustrophobia of it all and I can only imagine what Frosh must have been going through. We waited in silence, staring at each other across the Ring until it happened. The bell rang, and the match began.
It didn't start like my other matches would. There was explosion of energy, no surprise attack, no rush to lock up. Frosh was crouched and ready for a lock up but he didn't dare to approach me. I half-heartedly match his stance. Through the links of the cage I could see the wall lighting up with requests. 'Take off your boots' was already at $125 and rising. There were more requests much less savory than that on the wall too. I'd list them all off but I imagine you wouldn't want the spoilers. Keep reading, they'll all be there. Except fisting, that one got lost in the chaos.
I knew that I holding off the inevitable was just extending both our suffering. They, by which I mean Alpha, would only put up with waiting for so long, so I closed the distance with Frosh. He stumbled back as I did but to his credit he did lock up with me in a collar and elbow. I might have had more resistance from a training dummy, at least because it would have weighed more. I pressed him across the ring, bullied him really, until he was pushed up against the ropes. The chain link rattled as I trapped Frosh against out, our bodies pressed together so tightly I could feel the hammering of his heart. He struggled against me, tried to push me off of him, but it was hopeless. I was bigger than him, stronger than him, I had the leverage over him. Realizing that made by dick twitch and I was flushed with shame, so much so that I let him go and backed off. He clung to the ropes, half glaring at me half cowering from me as I backed away.
I cast a sideways glance to Alpha. He had his arms crossed, his gaze drifting between the two of us like he was observing an auction. There was a hint of a sneer that I read as impatience, who knows if I imagined it. Looking back at Frosh I put up both hands and motioned him forward. "C'mon, is this a fight or what?"
Frosh stared at me and I could see what resolve he had harden. He bounced back on the rope and launched himself at me, the additional momentum giving him a moment of advantage against me. I should have expected it, I'd been helping him train, I was the one who suggested using the ropes to give him the extra strength he'd need against bigger opponents. He almost got me down, his leg swiping between mine, attempting to hook my heel and trip me. I was just prepared enough that he didn't manage it. The struggle for control that followed was short as I quickly locked him in a side headlock. I knew I had to start earning, the sooner I did the faster I could finish this.
In my effort to keep control of Frosh while reading off requests I ended up parading him around the ring, locked against my side as he weakly beat at me to try and escape. It didn't work. As I held his wriggling body tight I scoured the wall. There had to be something up there I could to earn some cash without, y'know, burning down the only friendship I had in this god-forsaken promotion. Something a bit less intense than, say, "twist his balls until he cries ($500)." Although... $500...
No.
I finally alighted on a cluster of requests all helpfully grouped together, you'll see why they were grouped soon. What was important was I could get a bit of cash without absolutely wrecking Frosh which nobody wanted, right?
Right?
Anyways the first request was easy enough. I pressed my knuckle to Frosh's head and gave him a noogie. He yelped as I did and struggled harder to escape.
"Dude stop!" He shouted as he pounded my back.
"C'mon man, it's not so bad." I said, completely genuine. Definitely no mockery in my tone. I might've laughed a bit.
"We've got our first money on the board!" Alpha announced from ringside. "A whole $50! Just another, um... 299 of those and you're out the hole!"
I did my level best to ignore him and followed up with a shift into an armbar. Holding his arm in place under my armpit I gripped him with both hands and twisted in opposite directions, giving him a snake bite. I didn't think it hurt that much but he screamed and stomped the mat madly.
"Another $50! Really raking it in tonight huh Varsity?"
My next move, if you could call it that, was a two-part request. The first part was easy enough. I released the armbar and circled around behind Frosh, who was still just recovering and standing upright as I grabbed the back of his trunks.
"Hope you wiped." I said with maybe a bit of a laugh as I pulled up on his waistband.
"Damn! $100 wedgie! Looks like it's a good old fashioned hazing tonight!"
Frosh winced and his breath caught at the pain but I was only getting started. Gripping his trunks from the sides now I pulled up like I was doing a deadlift, hard enough that Frosh's feet left the mat and he was kicking wildly as he dangled in the air, only held up by his own trunks wedged deep up his ass.
"Well look at that, another $150!"
"Stop!" Frosh screamed in pain and shame. "Put me down!"
"Ok." I said, dumping him face first into the corner, his head resting against the turnbuckle. I pulled up on the back of his trunks, keeping them wedged between his cheeks and... damn. God bless Gym for getting Frosh into squats, those ass cheeks were like a perfectly rounded peach, flawless and smooth. A ran my hand over it once, cupping a meaty cheek and compulsively biting my lower lip. I wanted nothing more than to ram my dick between those thick... no, not yet. I haven't earned it yet. I pulled my hand back and as I did Alpha shouted from the ringside.
"Lick your palm first!"
Maybe it was the force of his voice compelling me, maybe it was my own instinct, but I did as he suggested and licked my palm before slapping it onto Frosh's exposed cheek. The smack reverberated in the chamber, mixing with the echo of Frosh's yelp. I followed up with nine more slaps to fulfill the "Spank x 10" request on the board.
"$150! You're starting to get the hang of it, keep it up Varsity!"
By the time I was done Frosh was groaning and his ass was looking more like a cherry than a peach. I couldn't help myself and rubbed over my handiwork one more time. Like giving in to a craving a finger slipped between the crack and briefly swiped against Frosh's puckered asshole and my dick twitched again. Control yourself. Damn it was hard. Frosh started to show signs of resistance so I knew I had to get back to work. I trapped him in a headlock and pulled him back. My next move required some finesse. I stepped between Frosh's legs and hooked his right leg with my left before I pressured him down so he was leaned forward. I then reached over and grabbed his left leg and hooked it with an arm. Alpha was already cackling like a madman as I rolled over and brought Frosh down to the mat in a spladle. He was leaned back across my core, his legs rolled up and split apart like a wishbone just asking for someone to come up and plow into his vulnerable ass.
"A spladle for $350!"
This was a walk down memory lane. You almost never saw a spladle in actual competition but in practice, oh boy, there was no better move for taking down the new guy who thought he was hot shit. I'd done to more than a few overexcited young bucks. Even had it done to me by a big hunk of meat that... probably should have made some things more obvious to me in hindsight. I cranked it on a little, just enough to make Frosh yelp in that way he did that made my dick twitch. Pull, yelp, relax, pull, yelp, relax. I was like a dog with a chew toy. And it wasn't just the spladle that we'd do to those guys of course, but what followed had to wait until coach wasn't watching.
"Oil check!" I shouted as I hooked my thumb into Frosh's asshole. Now I really hope he cleaned out before the match. Frosh was thrashing like a fish in my grip, I was soaking the front of my singlet up with precum, and Alpha was doubled over laughing so hard he didn't even announce the $200 I got for the move that brought me over $1000. If I was in my right mind I would have realized what a slog I was in for but at the time I was too caught up in... well, there's no better way of putting it than violent lust. I ripped my thumb out of Frosh's poor violated ass and in a fit of I don't know what brought it up to my nose and huffed it.
"Huh, lemon?" I asked Frosh who was now even more red-cheeked than when we'd started. "Here." I shoved my thumb under his nose and he turned away in disgust. "Don't like it? You should do sandalwood next time. It's a classic." I checked the wall and saw a request that just tickled me in just the right place. I rolled Frosh over until he was on his stomach and I was positioned on top of him. With an arm wrapped around his neck I started to dry hump him, rubbing my hard dick up against his ass with only the material of my singlet and his trunks keeping his ass virginal. Well, dick virginal at least. He was a thumb slut now after all. "Oh yeah." I said like I was finally scratching an itch that had been bothering me all my life. "You like that?"
"Fuck. You." Frosh groaned.
His impotent whining almost made me cum then and there. My momentary elation came to a chilling end as I heard Alpha shout to me. "That's it Varsity! Learn from the best!" At first it was just words but then I remembered, I transported back to my first night of matches in the Ring. Watching Gym in the Ring with Alpha God, watching Alpha God humping my best friend while all I could do was shout at the tv. My body froze and my dick went limp. Like it burned to touch him I got off Frosh and backed away. Frosh wasted no time and crawled across the ring to the ropes, hauling himself up on to shaky legs.
"Don't lose it now Varsity!" Alpha shouted at me. "C'mon now!"
"Fuck you!" I shouted at him, same as Frosh said to me. My back was touching the ropes now as Frosh and I watched each other from across the ring. Eventually Frosh caught his breath and lowered into a stance as he approached and I hesitated. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep this going after that realization. Just as I took my first step forward I was stopped, my singlet pulled back as I turned and saw Alpha had slipped two fingers through the links and grabbed my straps. "What the f-" my words were cut off as Alpha yanked me back against the walls of the cage. Trapped as I was Frosh launched himself on me while I was defenseless. He landed a blow to my cheek, several to my core and a grazing blow to my balls that gave me the burst of adrenaline I needed to shove him off of me and rolling onto his back on the mat.
Alpha had released me by now and I turned on him. "What the fuck was that?!"
He had his hands up as if he were somehow innocent as he hopped off the apron. "Hey, just showing what he'd do to you given the chance." He smirked. "Might wanna turn around." Realizing my mistake I spun just in time for Frosh to launch himself on me. He wrapped his legs around my waist and pulled my head into a guillotine choke. Immediately I could feel my breathing constrict and could hear my blood beating in my ears. This was bad, real fucking bad. I could be out in a couple seconds if this were properly executed. Luckily for me it wasn't, but that only meant it was a matter of a minute instead. I struggled to stay on my feet, stumbling around the ring as I did while Frosh cranked it on.
"Stupid piece of shit." Frosh said through labored breaths as he cranked on my neck. "Maybe if you weren't so cocky Gym would've liked you back. That's why he's mine. You're too full of yourself, and I'm gonna prove it." My rage wasn't helping me in this instance and a stumbled, falling to a knee. No, fuck no, I could not lose to this little worm of a fighter. "I'm gonna think of this when I fuck him tonight." Frosh whispered in my ear.
Oh.
Oh it was going to be like that. Alright then.
I'll be honest I was seeing red at this point so some of this is fuzzy, and not just because of the lack of oxygen. I do remember managing to lift Frosh up and slam him down to the mat hard enough to drive the breath from him and release his grip on me. I also remember landing several forearm blows down on him while I roared incoherently. I might have slapped him as well. Pulling him up from the mat I scooped him between the legs and powerslammed him back down. I followed up by pulling him in to a sitting position and landing elbow after elbow onto his neck and head. Grabbing his hair I slammed him face first into the mat. Still gripping his hair I pulled his head up and landed a couple punches to straight to the face. I pulled him up again and gripped him in a bearhug, squeezing and shaking him like a chew toy before slamming him back to the mat. As he fell down dazed I kept my grip around his waist, shiting behind his back and pulling him into a gator roll as I squeezed what little air remained in his pathetic fucking lungs. Then I grabbed him by his stupid fucking hair and dragged him crawling on all fours to the corner. There I hauled him up and, in a beautiful confluence of patron request and my own pure fucking rage, grabbed the back of his head and slammed him face first into the turnbuckle. And then I did it again. And again. And again. And again. I gripped his hair so tight that my fingernails were digging into his scalp and I slammed his face into the turnbuckle with such force that his forehead almost split open. The request had been for a ten count but I think I got up to almost twenty before I got tired, which was really just a waste of effort for no money. Not satisfied with the pain I inflicted on this mouthy little slut I pulled him out of the corner and slammed him face first into the fence. Using the chain links like I cheese grater I dragged his face across the wall of the cage while he screamed. He flailed and clawed at the fence trying to get purchase but even when he did manage a grip I was able to rip him away and keep on grinding.
It wasn't enough, it wasn't fucking close to enough. See he didn't understand yet what he was, which was scum, worthless, weak, dickless, balless scum who wasn't worth a fucking glance from Gym. I needed to remind him of that. I pulled him back from the fence and gripped with both hands by the neck. In my rage I took a page out of Hill's playbook and bite his forehead, eliciting a scream from Frosh and a shock whoop from Alpha.
"Hot damn!"
I gnawed at him until he bled, the taste of his blood filling me with a hot, enticing disgust. Somewhere in-between then and now I had gotten him on his back on the mat with my hands still gripping his neck and my legs straddling him. As I regained some control of myself I remembered one of the requests from the wall and decided this was a great chance to put my own twist on it. I licked up a half-mouthful of Frosh's blood from his forehead and pulled up as much spit as I could into my mouth. I maneuvered so that my knees were holding down Frosh's legs, my right hand holding his head still by the hair, my left hand holding his mouth open as I let a loogie of my spit mixed with his blood slowly drop from my lips. Frosh thrashed in my grip, wordlessly crying out as it slowly lowered until it dropped into his open mouth. I shut his mouth then and gripped it tight, fingernails digging into his cheeks, while he bucked and fought to escape. He had no choice but to swallow it.
I wasn't done with him yet, not even close. Reaching back I hooked his legs and pulled them up until Frosh was rolled into a school-boy pin with my balls resting on his chin. I pulled his head up until his face was buried in my sweaty, precum soaked crotch. Reader, there is no aphrodisiac that I have yet found that is equal to hearing a man's pained shouts muffled by your own crotch. The vibration of Frosh's voice against my dick alone could have been enough to make me cum if my blinding rage wasn't getting in the way. No, this still wasn't even close to over yet.
"You," I growled down at him as he struggled to escape my crotch, "are going to lick up my precum. You're going to do that because you're an obedient little slut. Understood?"
Frosh moaned something into my crotch that was either 'fuck no' or 'fuck you.' Honestly, that's what I was hoping for. I let his head fall away from my crotch, at which he started gasping in fresh air, and maneuvered us so that I was on my knees behind his sitting body. Because of the difference in strength and size between us I was able to trap both of his arms behind his back with just my left arm. This left my right hand free to get to work.
"Let's just check this off first." I said into Frosh's ear as my right hand snaked down and gripped his right nipple between forefinger and thumb. I twisted it and twisted it again as he screamed and kicked his legs, fighting to escape.
"Purple nurple!" Alpha called out like an auctioneer. "$150!" It had apparently gone up in value over the course of the match. All of the requests had as more patrons were pulled into it.
"What's the count?" I shouted at him.
"$5200, let's get that on the screen!" Alpha shouted. In the middle of the wall my cash count showed up in big white numerals amidst the many requests. 'Take off your boots,' I noted, was up to $400. For all you foot guys out there, I'll just say hold on, it's coming. I had some preliminary work to get through first. Having milked all the cash I could from his nipples I went lower, over his pecs and abs and into his trunks.
"No." He whined, kicking and struggling but stuck in my grip. "No please don't."
"Yeah, keep saying that." I said as I gripped his balls. "It makes me hard."
"No!" He shouted, no, screamed in pain as I squeezed his balls tight. Crushing them in my grip I pulled this way and that, up and down, and finally, as per the prompt, started to twist them like I was tying a bag closed. Frosh was entirely trapped in my hold unable to escape. All he could do was scream and scream and scream and, finally, cry. Tears started to stream down his face, mixing with his blood as they dripped to the mat. "Stop! Stop! Please stop! Please!"
"Suck my dick and I'll stop!" I roared at him.
"I'll suck your dick!"
"Yeah?!"
"Yeah I'll suck your dick!"
I let his balls go and slapped the back of his head for good measure. Releasing his arms I rolled back and slapped my legs around his neck so that the back of Frosh's head was resting against my crotch.
"Alright, suck my dick!" I shouted at him.
"I can't!" He cried.
"Not my fucking problem!" I squeezed his neck tighter. "Suck my fucking dick or I'll pop your fucking head off!"
Now I wasn't just being a, well, a dick, this was actually a patron request from the wall. Ok it might have been a bit of a variation but hey, I'm an artist, I improvise. It's like jazz. Frosh twisted from side to side trying to turn himself so that he could fulfill my command while I did my best to keep his head trapped where it was between my thighs. Every moment he failed to suck my dick I tightened my squeezing of his neck. Here my previous work ended up working in Frosh's favor as the blood on his cheeks worked as lubrication that let him slip around between my thighs. He opened his mouth and did his best to engulf my bulge with his lips. When he did I hit him on the top of his head with an elbow.
"That's not what I fucking said, slut! I said suck my fucking dick!"
"But-"
"Did I stutter?"
Frosh squirmed for a second and when escape proved impossible he reached up and pulled at the leg of my singlet. I gave him a few squeezes of his head as he worked until finally my deck slipped out the leg of my singlet, the dickhead glistening with precum and just begging to explode. Frosh leaned forward, his tongue sticking forward just enough to lap up a string of precum from my cockhead. With another lunge he managed to take at least half the length of my dick into his mouth. The wet warmth of his mouth sent a shiver all through my body and I gave him a few thrusts, just enough to make him gag before letting him go.
I stood up and pulled Frosh up from the mat, my dick still sticking out of my singlet and dripping precum down my leg. With a kick to his gut I doubled him over and pulled his head between my legs. I wrapped my arms around his core and lifted him up until he was sitting on my shoulders before powerbombing him back to the mat. I kept a grip on his waistband as I did and pulled his trunks halfway off as I slammed him to the mat. It was supposed to take them off completely but, well, this was the first time I was doing the move. Luckily the request was just for a powerbomb so I still got the $350. My total was up to $6250.
Frosh was lying in a heap on the mat, only the heaving of his chest showing he was still even alive. Keeping one eye on him I walked over to the corner of the ring and stretched out a leg so that my right boot was resting on the top turnbuckle.
"Alright feet guys you wanna see it? Get that number up!" Almost immediately 'take off your boots' was up to $450. "Higher!" I shouted and after a second it went to $475. "You can do better than that! C'mon!" I started to pull one of the laces of my boot. "You wanna see it or not? I'm not doing this for less than $600!" For a moment I worried I overplayed my hand, but then bit by bit the number started to rise. $500. $525. $550. $625. "That's a good little perv!" I shouted as I finished unlacing my boot and pulled off my boot and sock. I quickly did the same with my left boot until both my feet were bare.
"$6875!" Alpha called. "Didn't take you for a salesman, V-boy."
"That's cause you don't know shit about me." I shot back.
As soon as 'take off your boots' was off the screen it was replaced with 'sniff your socks' for $200. I mean for that kind of money who wouldn't, right? So I picked up one of my socks and took a whiff. It had been a long match up until now and the thing was absolutely reeking of foot sweat, compounded by being trapped in my boot for so long. I wasn't even acting when I recoiled.
"$7075 for the shameless slut!" Alpha howled with laughter. I decided to ignore that.
A number of other requests popped up afterwards, all variations on the same theme. The money was good so I got to work.
Frosh was only barely on his way to recovery as I stalked over to him, my shadow engulfing him on the mat. He only regain full awareness as I lifted up his legs, glaring down at him.
"Please," he begged, "please no."
"Don't worry." I said. "You'll like this." I pressed my foot down on his half-flaccid dick and at first he cried out. The cries turned to moans as I started to rub his dick with my foot, pressing and kneading it against his abs as it slowly hardened until finally he was wriggling and moaning. I massaged his dick until it was fully engorged, the head and my foot coated with precum. "That's right slut, you like that." I said. It wasn't a question.
"Y-yeah." Frosh moaned with a hitched breath. I abruptly stopped and hauled him to his feet.
"You probably aren't going to like this." I said as I shoved my sweaty sock in his mouth. I flipped him over and shoved his head face up into my armpit as I slammed him down with a reverse ddt. From there I transitioned into a dragon sleeper, Frosh's head firmly trapped in my pit. With my sock stuck in his mouth he had no choice but to breath with his nose, sucking in the scent of my sweaty, musky pit. It was either that or suffocate. With my legs wrapped around his torso I clasped my feet around his dick. It was a bit of a tricky maneuver but after a few sleeps I had a good grip and I started to jack his dick with my bare feet. Between sweat and precum I had a good amount of lube for my work. Frosh fought hard under my grip, as hard as his remaining energy allowed, while I went to work on his dick with a footjob. I will say this for the feet guys, there is something special about the feel of a hard dick against the sole of your foot. I wouldn't necessarily seek it out but I wasn't complaining.
I felt Frosh approaching climax as his breathing became erratic. His breaths in my pit starting growing deeper and deeper, I could only imagine how much of my musk was invading his lungs now as he came up on orgasm. I increased my pace with my feet, gripping his dick securely and sliding up to the tip and down to the base of the shaft, my feet now slathered in his precum. Finally I felt his body lock up as his dick twitched once, twice, and exploded in ropes of cum that splashed on my feet and covered him from neck to navel in viscous strings of white.
That combo of requests got past $8000 and that was only part one. I freed him from my pit and pulled the sock from his mouth but I did not let him go. Instead I locked on a sleeper hold with one arm and with my free hand started to jack his cum-covered dick, my hand quickly getting covered in it, using his own cum as lube. "See that on the screen?" I whispered in his ear. I angled his head so that he could see the request, and I knew he'd found it when he groaned wordlessly. 'Jack him until he's soft ($500).' And that's exactly what I did.
Even after his orgasm I kept jacking Frosh off. From my position I was able to watch as he winced and writhed, his hips bucking, his legs kicking as he tried to escape. "Nnng." Was all he could manage to get out as I kept jacking his empty dick. Or maybe not so empty after all as a second burst of cum came forth, this one clearer than the first though still milky.
"Horny slut, huh?" I said as I started jacking him harder. "Anything else left in there? I'm not stopping till you're bone dry."
"Nnnnnh." He moaned.
"Nah, shut the fuck up." I said as I transitioned him back into my pit. "If you start licking I'll be gentle." I said as I started jerking his dick like a joystick. He yelped once or twice and soon enough I felt his tongue lapping the sweat up out of my armpit. I am if anything a man who is true to my word so of course I started jacking him more gently. He still moaned like a slut of course as he hyper-sensitive dick was stroked until it was empty. It took another five minutes until he was finally soft again.
I stood up, holding him by the hair kneeling next to me. Aiming his face down I pointed at my cum covered feet. "You are going to clean your mess off me. Now." I said, forcing his face down until his lips were against the most cum covered part of my foot. He kept his mouth resolutely shut, so of course I punched him in the back, following up by grinding my knuckle into his back until he opened his lips and starting licking his own cum off of my toes.
While Frosh was bent over on his knees licking my toes I snapped my fingers to the attendants at the edge of the chamber. "Lube!" I shouted. It wasn't one of the attendants who answered my command but instead it was Alpha who hopped up on the apron and, grinning down at me, slipped a bottle through the links. Frosh shivered as I started lubing up his ass. I answered by pushing his face back onto my foot. "Keep working! And get between the toes." I ordered as I slipped a finger in his ass. With a mouth full of my toes Frosh let out a full throated moan. I kept opening Frosh up until he had finished cleaning my feet, swallowing up his own cum. By the time he was done I was practically fisting him, five fingers in, but sadly not enough to earn the patron request. Alas.
With Frosh on his knees, face pressed to the mat, I got behind him and pulled my singlet straps down and pulled the whole thing off in one fluid movement. I'd been practicing you see. I emptied the rest of the lube bottle on my rock hard dick and rubbed it all over. After all this I figured Frosh deserved a good fucking. I positioned my dick at his upward facing asshole and slowly pressed into him. God. Damn. His ass was tight. This was when I knew definitively that Frosh had truly never been broken in in the fullest sense of the word, all but confirmed when Alpha crooned into the mic. "And just like that, V-boy takes the v-card."
With my dick engulfed by Frosh's ass it was tempting to just start fucking away. I was at $11,000 now, I just need the win to succeed, but that wouldn't be enough. No. There was one last request on the board that I just couldn't ignore. I pushed in until my entire dick was shoved in Frosh's ass and I pulled his legs up around my waist before wrapping my arms around his gut. With a heave and a burst of adrenaline until Frosh was fully off the mat in what is called the bully position. Can't imagine why it got that name. I still wasn't done, as soon as he was up I snaked my arms under his armpit and clasped my hands behind his neck, locking in a full nelson. At first I held him parallel to the mat in a half squat as I fucked him, still working up the energy for the final lift. With a heave and a moaning roar I pulled him up fully vertical, his limp dick flopping around as his body shook while I plowed him.
If you're trying to imagine how this felt you probably don't have the half of it. On the one level I had my dick fully spearing a virgin ass, so tight it threatened to constrict bloodflow. In any circumstance I would have been in heaven as I barebacked this slutty twunk. But the feeling of power that was coursing through me, the adrenaline, the raw, primal vigor of knowing you have another man under you complete control, let alone the adrenaline of fully lifting him into the air and keeping him there under your own power. This was, I can say with absolute certainty, better even than my first match. I didn't just feel powerful, I was power itself. I was a god and Frosh was my victim. The pleasure that radiated from my dick filled my whole body. I was flushed with a lifting high as I pulled Frosh up and almost off my dick before slamming him back down to the base. The only thing I was missing was a look at Frosh's face. The contortion of pleasure, pain, and shame. To see him realize how absolutely fucking weak he was, how useless he was, that he was nothing more than a hole for my pleasure to be filled when and how I wanted it to.
I fucked him with a rhythm that was beyond musical, it was orchestral, a symphony of power, gravity, and sheer, burning lust. Just as my rhythm peaked and tunnel vision started to set in the chamber was filled with a hiss, the tell-tale sign of one of the entrances opening. From the edge of the chamber, from the same door I had entered through not so long ago, came Gym charging down the ramp with Rodeo following fast behind, breezing past Alpha who didn't even try to stop him, hopping up to the apron and gripping the cage with a frightening force. Gym was shouting something, maybe it was words, maybe it was just a roar of pain. I didn't know what it was, I didn't care. I turned so that I was staring directly at him while I fucked his boyfriend.
Jesus Christ, this was pathetic. I mean come on, all this pain and anger and torment over this piece of garbage. This nothing that I was plowing like a field. This worthless little slut who couldn't even stand up to a single fucking without breaking down. Gym was going to throw away all those years of us together for this scum? Fine, if that's what he wants, fucking fine. He could take my scraps for all I cared. To make my point I thrust even harder into Frosh's virgin ass, getting deeper than anyone had ever gotten into the little slut. "Moan for your boyfriend." I whispered in his ear. "Show him a good time."
Frosh didn't moan, but he did groan, either from pain or humiliation or both. It didn't matter to me, it was good enough for me to know he was suffering. He stole my man, the fucking thief. Gym belonged to me and now Frosh belonged to me, no matter what either of them. I was a fucking god. I was their! Fucking! God! With a final thrust I shot my cum all the way up Frosh's ass, my entire body seizing and rocking as it did. I thrust again and again and again as my dick pulsed with more and more cum until it was dripping out of Frosh's ass. I held him in the air, a show of my strength, my power, my ownership of him, before a dropped him like the sack of shit he was, my dick slipping out of him as he fell on his face on the mat, a string of cum glinting in the light still connecting the tip of my dick to his asshole.
"There you have it folks! With a final tally of $17,375 Varsity has successfully beaten Alpha God's Gauntlet!" Alpha said with a chuckle. "Congratulations."
As my dick softened and the adrenaline flushed out of me it finally settled in what I had just done. I stood there, my body red from exertion and slick with sweat, comprehension slowly rising in me as I looked at Gym. I saw the rage, you couldn't miss the rage, but it wasn't that which killed me. It was the hurt, the betrayal in his eyes. I looked down at Frosh, writhing on the mat with my cum still leaking from his ass, and back up at Gym.
"I-" I croaked, my mouth still dry. "Gym I-"
Gym slammed a fist against the cage, the rattling surrounding me like a cacophony of ravens, chaining me in place. "Let me at him!" He shouted. "Let me at him!" Rod was trying to calm him down to little effect. With a mechanical lurch the cage started to lift and my heart sank below my stomach, a chill running through my blood. I backed away until I was against the ropes while Gym raged like a bull waiting to be let loose. As soon as there was enough space to get under Gym slid under the ropes and entered the ring, Rod cursing and trying to follow after. He charged at me but I managed to dodge. Before he could turn to charge again I slipped under the ropes and made a mad dash to the same entry way Gym had just burst through.
I heard Gym shouting at me from the ring as I ran, words I did understand but chose not to. As I reached the bottom of the ramp I turned to look at him. Rod had him locked in place at the ropes while he struggled. Gym was stronger but Rod had technique, enough to hold him for a bit but not forever.
"Go!" Rod shouted at me. "Go!"
I stumbled back as if struck, my heart racing. I didn't want to understand why he said that, what it meant. I only noticed Alpha heading up the ramp when his hand landed on my shoulder. "C'mon, let's get out of here." It was not a suggestion. He half dragged me up the ramp and out of the arena, my head still turned, watching as Gym struggled with Rod before eventually relenting, turning to Frosh and dropping down next to him, helping him stand, caring for him.
"Fuck." I whispered to myself.
"This is how the Ring works." Alpha God said to me as we walked through the entry way and into the halls. "He'll understand in time."
"No he won't."
Alpha shrugged. "Then he shouldn't be here."
"What the fuck is your problem?!" I exploded, shoving Alpha God away from me. He only chuckled in response, which of course enraged me further. "You knew what you were doing! You knew! Why?"
"Of course I knew." He said, almost confused. "What, did you think you'd never face Frosh? Did you think Frosh was never gonna get broken in? If he managed to avoid that it would be because he was cut from the roster. Is that what you want?"
Maybe, I thought to myself. "No." I said.
"No." Alpha agreed. "You've made a name for yourself with that match, you've showed you aren't just a fighter, you're a competitor. You could go all the way here if you'd get out of your own fucking way."
"All the way?" I asked meaningfully, looking him over.
"Well, almost all the way." Alpha said with a faux-amiable shrug.
"The only place I want to go is out of here. With Gym."
"Yeah well that's gonna take some work now."
"Because of you!"
"Yeah because of me." Alpha shot back. "When will you get it through your thick skull that you belong here. What would you be when you leave the Ring, hm? Used car salesman maybe? Or a pencil pusher? Some manager at an office stuck in a cubicle? You could be rich as sin here, you could be a god. Or you could be a sad little homo with your sad little homo boyfriend in a trailer in the middle of bumfuck nowhere I guess, if that's what you really want. But you need to decide, and soon, cause not everyone here is as patient as I am."
With that Alpha walked off, his footsteps echoing against the stone and metal, leaving me to stand naked and shivering in the hallway.
Alone.
