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.
Consequences
The week that followed my match with Frosh was the darkest of my life.
Darker than my time in jail, darker than my trial, darker even than the week that followed my introduction into the Ring.
How is that possible, you ask? Simple. All those other times, I still had Gym.
Sunday came and Sunday went and I didn't leave my room. I didn't even leave my bed. I lay there, the only sound the AC running, the windows darkened, wrapped in my blanket in complete darkness. It never even occurred to me to get up. It wasn't until someone knocked at my door that I even looked at the clock. 6:00 pm. Another knock. A pause. Another knock. They weren't going away.
"What?"
"You come out of your room today, V-man?" It was Rod.
"Go away."
"Callin' that a no. You gonna let me in?"
"No. Go. Away."
I wrapped my blanket tighter over my ears, ready to ignore whatever Rod was going to say next. Rod didn't say anything, instead I heard a beep, a click, and then blinding light flooded my room as Rod opened the door. I pulled my blanket over my head as I groaned, "What the hell?"
"Mentor privilege. Close your eyes." He said as he turned the lights on. From the hall I could hear the noise the guys were making in the main room. Laughing and the clatter of dishes. Dinner time. All of it was muffled as the door shut.
"I didn't say you could come in."
"Y'didn't." He agreed and sank into my desk chair and sat there in silence for a moment. "D'ya eat?"
I pulled back the blanket and glared at him. Why the fuck didn't he see that I wanted to be left alone?
"Callin' that another no."
"Why don't you just fuck off?"
"No can do sweetheart, I'm here to help you."
"'Help.'" I half-laughed as I spat the word back at him. "Yeah, real glad for your help. Look how far it got me."
"It might've gotten you farther if-" Rod stopped himself and rubbed his temple.
"What?"
"I'm not here to-"
"No, c'mon, you're my mentor right? Mentor me. Tell me how I fucked everything up. How- how I ruined the only friendship I had in this fucking place. Tell me how much of a worthless piece of shit I am and then fuck off forever. How's that sound?"
Rod sighed. "Well first off ya need to cut the dramatics. You ain't worthless, so stop sayin' that. You're just... y'need to start thinkin' before you start talkin', alright? If y'hadn't taken Alpha's deal we could've avoided this."
"Wow, great advice, don't do the thing I did a month ago."
"You asked to hear it."
"Yeah, well, you said it. So you can fuck off now, right?"
Rod groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Well I guess you won't mind this next part then."
My heart, somehow, sank even further. "What do you mean?"
"Management has floated the idea, for the time being until things calm down, that I be replaced as your mentor."
A void opened up in my gut. "Is that what Gym wants?"
"Gym don't have a say. Management-"
"Yes or no."
"It's not a-"
"Yes or no did Gym ask for you not to train me anymore?"
Rod didn't look at me for a spell before sighing and turning back to me. "Yes. He's mad, and he's got a right to be, but he's not thinkin' right. Idea is once things cool down you can come back and thing's'll go back to normal."
"Yeah, that sounds likely." I rolled over and stared at the ceiling. "Who'd be my trainer then?"
"There's a couple prospects. Alpha's apparently thrown his name in the ring."
"No."
"I know-"
"No you don't! If they try to make me work with him I'll-"
"Stop-" Rod cut me off, "sayin' things you can't. Back. Up. Understand?"
That advice stuck in my craw but I did my best to listen to it. "I won't work with him."
"Then give me the name of someone you will, and I'll see what I can do."
Guys I'd work with? That wasn't a long list. Might not even be a list really. The only guys I really knew were rookies, and none of them were really friends anyways so it's not like I'd want to move in on one of their mentors. Other than that the only guys higher in the roster that I knew had been the ones I met in the gauntlet. Not a great introduction. And then I remembered.
Oh.
Fuck. Well, not like I was flush with options.
I gave Rod the name, he asked if I was sure, I said I was. He told me to get something to eat, I said I would, I lied.
I spent the next day in bed, having fallen asleep at some point, woken up, and fallen asleep again. Hunger didn't bother me, thirst didn't bother me. Time passed but I didn't notice. I didn't really notice anything at all. I didn't feel anger about what had been done to me, I didn't feel bitter at Gym for not understanding, I didn't feel sad about being utterly alone in the world. I didn't even feel bored. I just felt... nothing. Noises would come from outside, footsteps, voices. Now and then I'd imagine I could hear Gym's voice and I curled up even further. Maybe that was the trick. Just curl up in a ball so tight and so hidden I would just disappear. Wouldn't that be nice?
Then someone knocked on my door again. I looked at my clock for the first time. 8:51 am. What day? No fucking clue.
Another knock. I didn't bother to say anything, they'd give up soon enough. Unless-
Beep. Click. Fuck.
"Wakey-wakey eggs and bakey!" Papa Bear called as he barged right in. "Oh jeez, you might need to air this room out bud."
I was already regretting my decision. I tried to voice as much but my throat was so dry and unused to speaking that I only managed a wordless rasp.
"Didn't catch that." He said as he leaned over, pressing me into the mattress with his musclebear bulk while he fiddled with the window latch. A morning breeze blew across my blanket, seeping in to cool my skin. "Roddy tells me you hadn't eaten last he spoke so I figured just to be safe I'd bring breakfast! I've got, let's see, hashbrowns, French toast, scrambled eggs, oh! And- are you listening?"
"Mmph." I grumbled from my cocoon.
"Just asking 'cause there's also sausage, nice and thick just like you like it."
"Asshole." I managed to get out.
"I think these ones're better in your mouth but if that's your preference..." Meaty hands snuck under the blanket and grabbed me, one of them pulling at my buttcheek. I was so shocked that I threw the blankets off myself and scrambled to the corner, buck naked.
"What are-" I rasped and was met with a metal water bottle being shoved in my face.
"Drink." Papa Bear said to me, and brooked no argument. This was becoming a pattern, a really fucked up pattern, like a kaleidoscope full of porn. I didn't entirely hate it.
I did as I was told and drank. My stomach started to grumble as the water hit it. Papa Bear sat down beside me as I drank, the bed creaking under his weight. He set down a lunchbox, or I guess a breakfast box, next to me. True to his word it was filled up with hashbrowns, French toast, scrambled eggs, and sausage. The smell was so enticing he didn't even have to tell me to eat, I dug in all on my own. Damn it, the sausages really were amazing.
"Still think I'm an asshole?" He asked.
"Yes." I answered through a mouthful of sausage. Yes I know how that sounds.
"Heh," he chuckled, "you're probably right. You're no saint yourself y'know. You've been my trainee for all of..." he grabbed my clock, "53 minutes and I'm already getting warnings from management about you."
"Whrr knnd-"
"Swallow first."
I swallowed. "What kind of warnings?" If they were upset with the match Rod would have said something surely. After that I'd just been in my room.
"You haven't been spending your hour in the common room each day."
Oh right, that rule. "Do they really care?" I asked.
"Turns out they do." Papa Bear said. "And I do too, as a matter of fact."
"Sure you do." I shrugged.
"This isn't an argument kiddo. Just for my own reputation I care, and as it turns out I also care about your well-being. More than you do right now, looks like." I groaned but before I could say anything Papa Bear cut me off. "Hey. Are you serious about training under me? Let me know now if you aren't so I don't waste my time."
I rolled my eyes. "It was either you or Alpha."
"Heh, really? He'd train you hard, make no mistake, but he'd get you far."
"And milk me for all my money and treat me like his bitch."
"Oh yeah, that too. But a very successful bitch you'd be."
"Thanks Yoda."
"Hehe," Papa Bear laughed and put on a voice. "Snippy you are today. Not enough food have you eaten."
He's a dork, oh and also a gleeful rapist, but he was right. I'd devoured the breakfast he brought and my stomach was still rumbling.
"Alright, now let's get up, we've got work to do." Papa Bear said as he stood up, motioning me to join him. I almost did, but that numbness came back, starting as a void in my gut and spreading to make my limbs leaden and my heart dark.
"Why?"
"So we can make sure you stay in fighting shape, c'mon, you've lost enough muscle mass as it is."
"No but why? So I can keep fighting in this fucked up place? Do you know why I'm here? Do you know anything about me?"
"I know you're on lease, same as I was."
"'On lease?'"
"A prisoner that the Ring is paying off the prison for."
"God that's the most fucked up way to call that."
"Yup." Papa Bear said.
"We were supposed to do this to get out. We were supposed to do it together. What's the point now?" My head fell into my hands.
Papa Bear sighed and sat back down, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. The smell of his body wash rushed into me and despite myself I felt a sort of comfort. "I'll be honest, the next few weeks are going to suck. You both are new to this and the first fights sting the worst. Piggy and I had our spats before we settled in to a groove, but we got there in the end. You can too, if that's what you really want. Do you love him?"
Maybe I didn't have the energy to lie anymore, maybe I just didn't want to. Either way the answer was the same. "Yeah."
He gave me a pat on the back. "Hold on to that. It'll get you through the rough spots."
"He doesn't love me, he'll never love me, he hates me."
"The one does not exclude the other, I've found. Especially in the Ring."
"Great."
"Like I said, it's gonna suck. But you aren't helping your chances a lick by staying holed up in here. The only way out is through."
"Real encouraging."
"Or you can starve yourself!" Papa Bear said cheerfully. "Maybe Frosh will let you be the ring-bearer at their wedding. You'd look so cute all dressed up in a tux. Oh or maybe you could be the flower girl! Flower boy? Either way you'll need a cute dress..."
"Fuck off!" I said as I jumped to my (wobbling) feet. My knees started shaking and I realized just what an effect skipping so many meals could have. Papa Bear steadied me, gripping me by my shoulders.
"That!" He said approvingly. "That's what you need, that fire. Just don't aim it at me!" He quickly clarified.
"What am I supposed to aim it at then?"
Papa Bear shot me finger guns as he said. "Cardio."
"Seriously?"
"Well, let's get some more calories in you first." He said, patting my stomach. "You're off next week, and you've definitely earned it, so I want to spend the rest of this week making sure you stay in fighting shape. We'll start your proper training on Sunday."
"Great, six days straight of cardio."
"Five days, it's Tuesday."
Wait, but if it's Tuesday then that means I was in bed for...
"...shit."
I'm not gonna be one of those guys who goes 'Nah brah, if I'm feeling down I just go for a run and it picks me right up,' fuck those assholes, take your meds you psychos. No, I'm not one them, but getting out of my room definitely helped shut out some of the darker places my mind was wandering to. The outside world of course opened entirely new doors to dark places I had never even considered. Like the way the other undercarders would avoid me(we weren't rookies anymore after the showcase, now we were undercarders, still the bottom of the totem pole until new rookies joined at the start of the next season). Mandatory hour in the common room, remember? No better feeling than walking in a room and hearing the conversation just die.
At first I thought 'fuck it.' Y'know, if they want to make things awkward for me I'll make things awkward for them right back and we can all just stew in it. That lasted through Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday as every one of the former rookies made it silently clear to me that they hated my guts. 'cause how could I do that Frosh? Just because I was jealous of him? How pathetic. Not like these assholes weren't all fighting and raping each other every week either. I did my best to keep away from Frosh and Gym (and wherever one was you could be sure the other would be) for the sake of my own health and Frosh's. Frosh being the popular guy that he was meant that I was spending a lot of time in my room. Most of my time really.
When Saturday came and all the rest of Genpop filtered down to the arena it came as a blessed release for me. Especially since I'd blown through a lot of money ordering meals straight to my room rather than trying to wolf down as much as I could before Gym walked by the common area. Man writing that out makes me sound even more pathetic than I already felt.
Anyways, the long and short of it is that on Saturday I had the place to myself but I also had to cook for myself and I had to be frugal, which of course meant I had to break out an old reliable from the times when I wanted to keep my gains up but dad was being tight with the protein powder money. That's right, ramen. Throw in some cheese with the seasoning and an egg (or two) at the end and you've got a not half bad meal on the cheap. And of course can't forget the hydration, which in this case was a six pack of Ring TM beer. When I'm feeling down after beating the shit out of and sexually violating my best friend's boyfriend I cool off with a refreshing Ring Beer. The depression numbs you to how bad it tastes.
I had one bottle while I was deciding what to make, a second while I waited for the water to boil, a third while it cooked, a fourth while it cooled, and five and six I set on the table in front of the couch where I settled in for the meal. There were more than a few channels to choose from but in the end I gravitated to the broadcast of tonight's matches. If you think that's hypocritical of me... you would be correct.
Anyways.
As the promos started to play I heard footsteps coming from the gym. I did my best to ignore it, probably just someone working on a last minute pump before heading down to the green room. Who else would be up here but me? My heart skipped a beat at the thought that it might be Gym. One set of footsteps, if it was him alone...
I cast a sideways glance to the hallway and watched out of the corner of my eye as Hillbilly walked into the common area. Oh right, he existed. He must've been racking up the fines because I hadn't seen him in the flesh since the meal last Friday. Oh man, and what flesh he had. He was clearly just out of the shower after a workout. His hair was up in a bun and he was dressed in gym shorts and what I can only (lovingly) call a slutty little tanktop. You know the kind, so thin it left his pecs out and open down the side almost to his waist showing off his lats and a bit of his abs. Somehow it was hotter than if he had been bare-chested. His skin was flush and his muscles pumped, and lord help me those hairy pecs... He started mixing himself a protein shake and I nearly lost it then and there as he started to shake it, his pecs bouncing hypnotically with each shake. He finally noticed my ogling and gave me a look.
"Problem?"
"Nah," I said as I took a swig of beer, "just checking you out."
Hill snorted in, I think, amusement at that and kept shaking his shake. I slurped up the rest of my ramen while I watched. Hill rolled his eyes.
"Fuckin' perv."
"Yep." I said, turning over to fully lean over the back of the couch. "Hey, pop your pecs for me sweetheart."
Hill flipped me off as he drank his shake. Damn, I'd never really appreciated the curve of his neck before, or the way his delts were growing week by week. And the bob of his adam's apple as he drank, fuck. I had to shift so that my quickly rising boner didn't pop out the front of my pajama pants. Even though I didn't have a match this week I still hadn't cum in the past seven days simply for lack of desire. I had been half-numb up until now which made my boner feel all the better, almost like new. It was nice to have the sensation back... and annoying that Hill was the cause of it. I turned back to the TV. Nothing on screen would do anything to get my dick soft but at least I could say I wasn't hard because of the asshole behind me.
Or should I say asshole beside me since he plopped himself on the couch right next to me. "Who's on tonight?"
"What, they shelf you too?"
"Hard to compete in a tag team tournament without a partner."
"Tournament?"
Hill gave me another look. "Shit, they really don't tell you a damn thing, huh?"
I felt my cheeks flush. "Sorry I'm not an expert like you."
"Put away the claws, kitty cat, that's not what I'm sayin'. S'just... look I didn't realize the Ring was still usin' leasees until last week."
'Leasees.' God, that was even worse than just 'on lease.' "Yeah," I said, " well I didn't realize people could join willingly until last week. So what's this tournament?"
"All the undercarders, 'least the ones with a partner, are competin' for a chance to advance to midcard."
"Wow, literally fighting for scraps."
"So it goes..."
The first fighters of the night were just now making their entrance. Octagon and C-Suite came in first wearing matching black and orange square-cuts, C-Suite of course blinged out with a gold necklace. Their opponents were Grunt, still in his tank and camo pants, and his tag team partner...
"Beach Bum?" I half laughed as I watched the surfer bro make his way to the ring. "Grunt threw you over for Beach Bum?"
"He was big mad about being called a faggot."
"Guess that makes sense." I said, taking a swig. I'd been so caught up in my own troubles I hadn't really considered what the fallout would be for Hill from all this. And it's kinda my fault, I couldn't stop myself from thinking.
Grunt's hurt feelings didn't end up benefiting him much. Oc and BB were both low on the power rankings, but Octagon was only down there because of his poor follow through due to cockshyness. Otherwise he was probably the third most formidable fighter among us. Obviously after myself and Hillbilly. This was a true tag team meaning there was an actual ref in the ring making sure it was only one man in the ring per team at a time and the two MMA fighters were doing a clinic in how to keep an opponent isolated from their partner as they took Beach Bum apart.
In the meanwhile Hill had gotten up to get us both some more beers. He handed me one as he sat down and I felt... weird. This was getting weird. We were just sitting and chatting, watching wrestling and drinking beer like we didn't hate each other. He hadn't even called me 'boy' once. to my disappointment
"So you didn't know anythin' about the Ring when you joined?" Hill asked as Beach Bum was getting his gut pulverized in the corner with knee strikes from Octagon.
"Nothing." I said. "Didn't even know how you won a match until Gym's match."
"Wait, what d'ya mean you didn't know how to win a match?"
"I mean they didn't tell us what 'completion' meant."
"Seriously? What did you think it meant?"
"I figured they'd tell us!" My own words sounded so absurd as I said them that I couldn't help but laugh, Hill laughed too.
"That's crazy man. They told me you were an experienced wrestler, said it was my chance to 'show my stuff'."
"Yeah, experienced at college meets. Not a lot of fucking going on there. At least not on the mat, and not the kind I'm into."
"Coulda fooled me. Figured you'd been at this for years." He said, quite blasely in my opinion considering he was talking about the time I pinned him to the turnbuckle and fucked him raw. "Way you acted afterwards made me think you were just some asshole too."
"The way I acted?"
"Y'know, all stand-off-ish, like you were too good for everyone."
"Man, I was fucking hiding, I was scared out of my mind. Is that what the other guys think of me?" At this point it was more hilarious than gutwrenching considering all those bridges were basically burned as far as I was concerned. "I figured you hated me."
"I did hate you, 'least when I thought you were just a puffed up peacock. When I found out you were a leasee...well it made me think about things different."
"How nice." I said. "Wait, you're not apologizing, are you?"
"I ain't got nothin' to apologize for." Hill said.
"Then what are you saying?"
"Jee-zus why is everythin' like pullin' teeth with you? I'm just sayin' I misjudged you is all."
"I dunno man," I said, taking another swig, "sounds like an apology to me."
"God you're a dickhead. You're lucky you're hot."
"Damn right." I said. "But yeah, I uh... guess I misjudged you too." This was getting really weird, weird in a way that made me wonder when the next shoe would drop. Instead of interrogating that thought I focused back on the tv. The first match was just about done now. Octagon was keeping Grunt busy outside the ring in a brawl while inside the ring C-Suite had Beach Bum starfished in a full nelson/grapevine combo while he pumped his ass from below. A match like this required only one completion so once C-Suite was done it was over. In terms of technical skill it had been a good match, but sexually it was only middle of the road. The most arousing part of it was the way Beach Bum was struggling to escape C-Suite's hold. It was funny, after this match was done they'd go back to their rooms and tomorrow they'd eat breakfast together, work out, hang out, and glare at me every time I walked past like I was the one bad guy in the Ring. Meanwhile the only guy to actually acknowledge my existence was the guy I couldn't stand the most.
"Guess I don't really have a reason to hate you anymore." I said aloud without thinking.
"Really?" Hillbilly said, he almost sounded surprised.
I shrugged. "Well I had two reasons, one was you acted like a dick to me, and two was what you did to Gym, which you only did 'cause you were acting like a dick to me. So if you're not gonna be a dick to me, and Gym doesn't give a shit about me anymore and I don't give a shit about him," a perfectly true statement, "then what's the point in hating you?"
Hill snorted. "Don't tell me you're giving up on the rivalry just when it's getting good, you'll give the patrons blue balls."
"Not like it's much of a rivalry anyways." I said, taking another drink.
"Think so?" Hill asked, and if I had been a bit less buzzed I might have heard the tone in his voice shift.
"Well I mean it's 1-0. You mighta beat Gym but I destroyed Grunt, and we both made it through the gauntlet." I laughed. "Hell, the closest you ever came to fucking me was when Heartbreaker used you like a dildo." No, I must have been drunk because I started laughing, like belly laughing, at the memory of when we both got sexually defiled by a pair of polyamorous degenerates. Good times. If I hadn't been so caught up I might have noticed that Hill had a slightly different feeling to that event.
"I had you dead to rights twice in our first match." Hill said. God I really should have noticed that tone, the menace in his voice, and not just 'cause it was hot.
"I mean... did ya?" I asked. "'cause, uh, I won. We've been over this."
"It was a fluke."
"'Think so?'" I said in a (bad) mimicry of his accent. Do remember dear reader, there is no situation I cannot royally fuck up, especially after, uh... seven beers. Nothing got him more pissed off than making fun of his accent, which was why I loved doing it so much. To his credit, he had much more composure this time as compared to last.
"You wanna find out?"
That sobered me up quick. "What do you mean?"
"There's a live show coming up in a month, oh, did you not know the Ring did live shows? They not tell you that too?"
"...they didn't."
"You, me, in a marathon match in front of a live audience. After that everyone'll know it was a fluke."
My stomach turned, but entirely from fear. That gave me even more pause. "I'll think about it."
"Chicken, huh?"
"I don't even know what a marathon match is!"
"Bwak, bwak, bwak!"
"Are you five?"
"It's alright if you're scared. Means you aren't as dumb as you look." Hill grinned at me.
"That trick's not gonna work on me." I said.
"Nah that's ok." A smirking Hill said as he settled back against the couch. "Just proves you know you'd lose."
"Fuck off." I muttered and turned my attention back to the TV.
After the first match there had been an interview with Hercules about his upcoming handicap match with Alpha's minions Bruiser & Brawler tonight while they cleaned the ring. After that they returned to the arena and the next team made their entrance. And my heart dropped.
"It's brothers vs brothers for this one folks!" the announcer crooned, "Coming in first, at a combined weight of 412 pounds, they fight hard and they party harder, it's Gym Rat and Frosh and they are Alpha! Beta! Sigmaaaaa!"
"Oh fuck they actually went with that?" I groaned.
Charging out the doors came Gym and Frosh in matching blue and yellow jackets with ABΣ emblazoned down the front. Gym had his signature yellow sweatband on but had traded his shorts for blue and yellow briefs, blue boots, and yellow kneepads. It was a very loud get up. Frosh looked almost like a different person. He had a band aid over his forehead from where I had bitten him open and his long curls were gone, his hair now cropped close. Aside from the jacket, however, the only change to his gear was the change of color scheme to match Gym's.
"Man you fucked him up, V."
"Huh?"
"What, you think he cut his hair so he could feel the breeze better?" Hill chuckled.
I hadn't really thought of what kind of lasting effect my match with him might have had. Or more accurately, I didn't want to. If Frosh was still reeling from our match he sure wasn't showing it. He and Gym ran to the ring and slid under the ropes, bouncing off the ropes and generally behaving like a pair of pumped up frat boys. Which they were.
"And their opponents! At a combined weight of 417 pounds and just bursting with fraternal love, they're the Boys Next Door, Chip! And! Daaaaaaale!" Their opponents were a pair of, at a glance, six foot tall white boys seemingly straight from the suburbs. They both had short brown hair and were wearing matching white, sleeveless hoodies and loose red shorts. It was hard to tell from the shaky camera that followed them to the ring but they sure seemed to have some familial resemblance. Dale had a stronger jawline and a thicker neck. From the looks of it he was the more built of the two. His hair was a shade darker and just lightly tousled. Whatever angle the camera caught him at he always seemed to be looking down his nose at you. Chip was just a bit slimmer, with a slightly more rounded jaw and big cheeks that gave him a bit of a mischievous look. Despite their differences they were closer in build than Frosh was to Gym, both bigger than Frosh for sure in height and weight, but neither of them was on par with Gym.
"So wait," I said as the Boys made their entrance, "are they supposed to be strippers or, like...?"
"Ehhh, I don't think Management thought they'd last this long." Hill said.
"They're not-" I stopped myself for how stupid what I was about to say was. "They're not actually brothers, are they?"
"Oh yeah they are." Hill said. "Two guesses who their first opponents were."
"No."
"Uh huh."
"That's disgusting." I said as I opened a beer and leaned in to watch them unzip their hoodies.
"If you think that's bad, midcard has a pair of twins."
"You gotta be kidding me." I said, taking a swig. Uh oh, Dale had an eight pack, Gym wasn't going to like that. And I was absolutely right about him being more built than Chip, but honestly it wasn't by much. Ultimately the two made for a nice pair of beefcakes.
The ref, a masked attendant in a black shirt and black pants, got in between the two teams and made them choose a legal man. The Boys went with the older brother, Dale, and ABΣ... went with Frosh?
"Interesting choice." I said.
"No, it makes sense." Hill said. "Dale'll tire himself out playing with Frosh like a chew toy and then Gym can swoop in for the win."
"I doubt that's what Gym is thinking."
Dale certainly didn't seem to take his opponent too seriously. After an incredulous look back to his brother he strutted up to Frosh, putting his hand up to his own head and then down to Frosh's and then back up again. "You sure you want this heat little guy?" He said, wiping a hand over his abs.
"Bring it." Frosh said with the camera zoomed in on his face.
"Is he trying to grow a mustache?" Hill asked. Sure enough there was a bit of stubble over his lip.
I rubbed my temple. "Maybe he forgot to shave?" I said hopefully. If that was supposed to be a mustache it looked ridiculous
The bell rang but Dale didn't move, he just stared Frosh down. Frosh shot back, bounced off the ropes, and slammed into Dale who didn't move an inch. Frosh repeated the maneuver from another angle and again Dale didn't move. He crossed his arms and looked over to Gym. "Your boyfriend's a weakling!" He shouted.
"Oh he's just getting started!" Gym shouted. "Get him babe!" I was cringing hard enough to break a rib.
Frustrated, Frosh bounced off the ropes again but this time as Dale sneered at him Frosh dropped low, hitting Dale's right leg with a low sweep that knocked the bigger man to one knee. Frosh kept going, rebounding off the opposite rope and hitting Dale in the back with a dropkick that knocked him on his stomach. He followed up with a series of stomps to Dale's back and kicks to his side, rounded off with a slap to the back of his head. "Who's weak now bitch?"
"Is Frosh getting better or is Dale just that bad?" I asked.
"Eh, keep watchin'." Hill said.
Frosh kept up the attack with even more stomps while Dale scrambled to get in a better position. He was eventually able to get on his back as Frosh was sending down another stomp. Dale grabbed Frosh's boot and with a twist whipped him down to the mat. Dale got his arms around Frosh's waist and started to squeeze him like a tube of toothpaste. Frosh cried out in pain, his arm reaching out towards Gym who was himself leaning over as far as he could while still legal. Their hands almost met until Dale rolled Frosh over like an alligator with his prey, slamming him to the mat and cutting him off from his partner.
Frosh fought back with a few back elbows aimed towards Dale's head and neck, most of them glancing blows but rattling enough that Dale's grip loosened. He managed to escape Dale and roll to his feet. Unfortunately between Frosh and a tag with Gym was one big old Dale. He made a few attempts to juke him but Dale was too quick for that. Frosh seemed to come up with something as he went to bounce off the ropes behind him, unfortunately he had forgotten this was a tag team match. Frosh was just close enough for Chip to nail him in the small of the back with a kick between the ropes while keeping a hand on the turnbuckle.
Frosh stumbled forward into Dale's arms who snapmared him onto his ass while Gym shouted at the ref about interference. Dale planted a knee between Frosh's shoulders and pulled up on his chin, arching Frosh's back and showing off all the work he'd been putting in on his chest. He didn't have those big pecs you could use like a pillow yet, not even close, but they were definitely getting bigger. Dale must have noticed too as he started flicking one of Frosh's nipples. The way Frosh struggled and whined in humiliation... I couldn't help myself, I was hard as a rock. When Dale started throwing in punches to Frosh's exposed gut I was fully tenting.
I was just the right level of horny and drunk that I didn't give a shit that Hill was right next to me and started rubbing my dick with a hand over my pants. As it happens, Hill did notice and nudged me. "I'll do you if you do me." He said.
"Huh?"
Hill reached over, unbuttoned the front of my pajama pants, and almost unbidden my cock jumped out. His fingers were rough but his grip as he started to stroke me was almost gentle. A shiver ran through me as he started and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I pulled down the front of his gym shorts and pulled out his hard dick and returned the favor, doing my best to ignore that he was bigger than me. Just a bit bigger, the tiniest bit, like infinitesimally-
Back in the ring, Frosh had managed to wriggle free again, pulling Dale to the mat and putting him in a hammerlock. Frosh was struggling to keep control of his opponent while desperately glancing up to Gym who was now more than half a ring away. Meanwhile Frosh was dangerously close to the Boys' corner. Dale was soon able to struggle to roll out of the lock and get both of Frosh's arms locked behind his back. With one arm he kept Frosh locked up and with another he reached out and tagged in his brother Chip.
Quickly stepping between the ropes Chip got to work stomping on Frosh's exposed gut while Dale kept the poor guy's arms trapped. Frosh was helpless under their assault as Gym roared from across the ring and the ref counted Dale out. Just at '5' Dale let Frosh go and rolled under the ropes. Chip pulled Frosh up and whipped him into the ropes. On the rebound he dropped down and punched him in the gut. As he doubled over Chip followed up with an uppercut that knocked Frosh on his back. Chip flexed his bicep and hit Frosh in the chest with an elbow drop, kipped up, and hit another elbow drop. After that second drop he stayed laying across Frosh's supine form like he was posing for a photo shoot, grinning and smirking down at his reeling opponent. He rubbed Frosh's head, his hair too short now to really be tousled, and got up, pulling Frosh with him.
He threw Frosh's arm over his shoulder and lifted him up to powerslam him back down, but before he could finish the move Frosh was able to get his arm around Chip's head and brought him down in a reverse DDT. While Chip tried to recover as quickly as he could Frosh raced across the ring and tagged in Gym.
Like a shot Gym charged across the ring. Chip tried to meet him with a punch but was immediately rocked by a full tackle from Gym that took him to mat. Gym hammered Chip with punches, just absolutely rocked him. He'd been stuck watching his boyfriend get taken apart and he was shoving all of that rage down on Chip, dribbling his head against the canvas. The screen switched to an overhead shot, showing off the muscles on Gym's back as they tensed and released with each punch, then a cut to a shot from below where the sadistic rage on Gym's face was clear as day as he beat the lights out of Chip. Hill rubbed a thumb over my cockhead and I sucked in a breath to control the shudder that ran through me.
Chip wasn't taking this lying down of course. He did his best to shield his head and tried to shift and turn away from Gym's blows. He managed to roll onto his stomach and tried to make a desperate leap to his brother in the corner. It was close, but not enough as Gym caught his ankle and yanked him back. Gym reached down and hauled Chip up off the mat in a German suplex, roaring and his muscles bulging as he did. After the impact he rolled them both over and lifted Chip up for another suplex and then another. The maneuver had landed them near to Dale in the corner and Chip was reaching out for him. Gym intercepted, grabbing his arm and yanking Chip up and away into a bearhug, squeezing him hard as he turned him away from his brother and then dropping him to the mat with a spinebuster.
Gym rolled him up until Chip's knees were pressing into his shoulders and Gym's crotch was pressed against Chip's ass. Gym dry humped him four or five times, laughed, and slapped him hard across the face. "Not yet!" He shouted to the camera, letting Chip's legs drop and planting a booted foot on Chip's chest while he started posing. First a bicep flex, then a side chest flex, followed by most muscular, not a single slightly shining muscle was left out as he ground his foot into Chip's chest. Clearly his cockiness got the better of him as Chip was able to roll out from under his boot, the momentary stumble enough time for Chip to crawl to his brother and hit the tag.
I 'tsk'ed at Gym's mistake but Hill said, "hey, don't act like you didn't enjoy the show." The precum pooling at the tip of my dick made it impossible for me to lie.
Dale came in like a storm and he and Gym immediately started brawling, pounding each other like rampaging gorillas in the center of the ring. Gym eventually pulled him into a side headlock but Dale quickly escaped and trapped Gym with a hammerlock in return but Gym was able to muscle his way out of that one in no time. They locked up and Gym pressed Dale across the ring into the ropes. Dale used the give of the ropes to spin Gym around and after some struggle across the ring ended up with Gym pressed into ABΣ's corner.
Frosh, I guess feeling refreshed, tagged Gym on the back. In what I must admit was an impressive maneuver he leapt over the top rope, wrapped his legs around Dale's head and pulled him off Gym with a reverse hurricanrana that ended with Dale lying on his face on the mat and Gym dazed in the corner. Frosh springboarded off the ropes and landed a body splash on Dale's back. Gym rushed in and in a deadlift picked the 200 some pound man off the mat and put him straight into a torture rack, Frosh doing his best to pound Dale in the ribs despite the height.
The ref had reached '5' and started shouting at Gym to get out of the ring. Confused, Gym dropped Dale and started arguing. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He shouted at the ref. Frosh had been giving Dale a few stomps when he noticed the argument. The ref was trying to push Gym under the ropes but he was fighting to stay in the ring, clearly not realizing he'd been tagged.
"I tagged!" Frosh tried to shout over the argument. "I tagged dude! Get out or you'll be disqua-ACK!" His words were cut off as Dale slammed an arm up between Frosh's legs from behind, crushing his balls against his tailbone. While Frosh fell to his knees Gym, of course, started to fight harder against the ref to try and help his boyfriend. The ref was no slouch, a big beefcake of a man himself barely contained by his suit, and he was just managing to keep Gym contained.
Dale dragged Frosh up and whipped him hard into the Boys' corner, the impact hard enough that Frosh rebounded off and landed on his face. Chip wasted no time and dropped down to the ringside, grabbing both of Frosh's feet he pulled back hard until Frosh's balls were being crushed by the ringpost. Dale ran up and hit Frosh in the face with a sliding dropkick. Gym was screaming now but the ref was still trying to get him out.
Chip hopped back up to the apron while Dale lifted Frosh off of the mat. Holding Frosh up under one arm Dale slammed him down over his knee. From the turnbuckle Chip jumped down and hit Frosh over the neck with a legdrop, crushing him into the mat. The two brothers picked him back up and threw one of Frosh's arms over each of their shoulders and started hitting him in the gut with alternating knees, spittle flying from Frosh's mouth while there was nothing he could do to fight back. Gym was getting close to a disqualification as now two attendants were struggling to pull him out of the ring. Finally the brothers lifted Frosh up together and slammed his stomach down over both of their knees.
"Slow down." Hill said breathily, using his free hand to guide me as I stroked his cock. "You wanna savor this." He started to tweak one of his nipples. I copied him and unzipped my hoodie, using my free hand to tweak my own nipples and doing everything I could not to hump the air while Hill stroked me. Every time I felt myself getting close Hill somehow knew and would slow down. It was like an electric shock of lust that was being sent through me ratcheted up a volt each time he did.
I don't know if any or how many tags had been exchanged but Dale was the Boys' legal man in the ring when I looked back to the tv while Frosh was laid out on the mat. Gym had finally been corralled out after it was made clear that if he didn't go willingly it would just be Frosh alone against Dale and Chip. Which would have been a real big change from the last minute. Peeling Frosh off of the mat until he was on his knees, panting, Dale held Frosh's face up against his eight pack.
"Lick'em, bitch!" He commanded the barely there Frosh. When Frosh didn't respond Dale angled Frosh's head up and spat in his face, rubbing it in with his free hand. "I said lick'em!" When Frosh still didn't respond Dale started just rubbing Frosh's face across his abs anyways. He looked over to Gym and stuck his tongue out, tilting his chin up. "I think I broke your boyfriend!" He called to Gym who could only pound the turnbuckle impotently and lean over as far as he could with his hand out, not far enough for Frosh unfortunately.
Satisfied with Frosh's humiliation, Dale fished out his hard dick and slapped Frosh across the face with it. "Yeah," he said just loud enough for the ring's mic to pick up, "you're done." Angling it so he was staring straight at Gym, Dale shoved his dick deep in Frosh's mouth. He shut his eyes and let out an exaggerated "ooh." With rhythmic, long thrusts he fucked Frosh's mouth. As he built up a tempo Dale continued to mock Gym with loud moans. "Unh! Unh! Unh!"
"Shit." I muttered, starting to sweat from the way Hill was edging me.
It was too bad for Dale that he didn't quite understand Gym, not the way I did. Cause I for sure was not surprised when Gym ignored all warnings and leapt over the ropes, hitting Dale hard enough with a clothesline to flatten him against the mat. He kept going and hit Chip with a shoulder tackle through the ropes that sent him to the ringside. Before the ref could even get a word in he dragged Frosh over to the corner and propped him up against the turnbuckle. He stepped through the ropes, tagged Frosh's shoulder, and stepped back in.
"I'm legal." He growled at the ref as he stalked towards Dale. The older of the brothers had gotten to a knee when Gym hit him with a boot straight to the face. Knocked onto his back, Gym mounted Dale and started hammering him right in the face, just absolutely rocking him. He hit him again and again and again until blood started gushing from his broken nose. Not satisfied, Gym pressed the heel of his palm right onto Dale's broken nose. The pain must have been intense as Dale didn't seem clear headed enough to defend himself. He just screamed in pain, thrashing his legs in an animalistic attempt to escape.
"Dale!" Chip shouted as he crawled back up to the ring. Ignoring any rules he dove between the ropes and tried to tackle Gym off of his brother. He failed. Instead, Gym grappled him and lifted Chip onto his shoulders. From there he lifted the man up over his head, all of his muscles shining and flexing while he roared his dominance for everyone to see.
"Fuck," I moaned, "I'm gonna-"
"Not yet." Hill said, loosening his grip.
Gym slammed Chip down onto Dale, the two brothers lying in a heap at his feet as he pounded his chest. Gym landed stomp after stomp into Chip's gut, using Chip's own body to attack his brother beneath him, finishing off with a leg drop over the two of them. He pulled Chip up to his feet and whipped him into a corner. Dale was next, slamming face first into his brother in the corner, the two of them crushed together further as Gym charged and hit them both with a splash. Using the momentum of the rebound Gym reached down and lifted both brothers up over his shoulders, Dale's back across his shoulders and Chip on top of his brother.
With over 400 pounds of man meat across his back Gym strutted around the ring. After performing a squat while staring straight at the camera he slammed both brothers to the mat. After he leaned over the ropes and pointed down directly into the camera as he shouted, "Do not fuck with me! No one fucks with me!"
"Gym!" Frosh shouted from the corner, wobbly but conscious. Gym rushed over to his... dammit, his boyfriend, and kissed him, he kissed him deeply and my dick twitched at the sight of it even as my stomach churned. The two of them embraced and Frosh whispered something in his ear.
"Do you want me to suck your dick?" Hill asked suddenly. The question was so unexpected I almost didn't understand what he'd said. I was also so on edge that as soon as my brain processed what he'd said I answered in the affirmative.
"Yes."
"Say please."
"Please suck my dick."
Instantly Hill took his hand off my dick and replaced it with his mouth. Reader I have never received a better blow job before or since. His tongue was electric as it traced across my dick, licking up all the precum that was dribbling from my slit. Instinctually my hand went to Hill's head, gripping it around his bun to urge him on. With a disapproving grunt he reached up and grabbed both of my wrists, pinning my hands to the couch as he sucked my cock.
In the ring Gym had stripped both brothers of their shorts, their semi-hard cocks only partially hidden from view by their jockstraps. First Gym tossed Chip up against the ropes by ABΣ's corner where Frosh quickly trapped his arms. Gym then hauled up Dale and frog-marched him over to his brother.
"Fuck!" I moaned like a whore as I watched Gym force Dale's face against his brother's in a faux-embrace. Gym pulled his raging boner out of his trunks and unceremoniously shoved it up Dale's exposed ass. Frosh did the same, spearing the trapped Chip's ass simultaneously with his boyfriend. As the two brothers screamed in pain Gym and Frosh forced their faces together in a facsimile of a kiss. My dick was pulsing now, practically screaming itself as the cum was racing to escape. What else could it do as I watched Gym and Frosh mercilessly fuck their opponents?
"I'm-" I breathed, "I'm gonna-" My hips moved without my knowing, half-fucking Hill's face as he sucked my cock, taking me all the way in until I could feel the tip of my dick touching the back of his throat. Almost, I was almost there when suddenly Hill pulled off of my dick, a long string of saliva dripping from his lips to the tip of my dick. He crawled up on top of me, pinning my arms above the top of my head while my cock now burned with unsatisfied lust. I struggled to free my hands while my hips thrust wildly in the air, my entire body screaming out to cum.
"Agree to the match." Hill said. His tank was hanging low, revealing his hairy chest, his bulging pecs, his heaving abs, a light sheen of sweat glinting off them.
"W-what?" I whined, writhing, trying desperately to just get that one last pump that would let me cum.
"Agree to the marathon match with me," he said, leaning in so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath in my ear, against my lips, "or you ain't cummin' tonight, boy."
"Oh fuck!" Like Hill had said a secret password, the gates opened and I shot ropes of cum, my whole body shuddering as I made a mess of my abs with my own semen. My dick was still burning to be stroked and sucked but the worst of it had passed with that one word. My orgasm was swiftly followed on tv by Gym's and then finally Frosh's as they filled the Boys Next Door's assholes. Y'know, incase you were still wondering who won that match.
"What the fuck?" Hillbilly said, staring down at my cum covered abs incredulously.
"That-" I said through panting breaths, "that was your plan?" I asked more shocked than upset.
With one hand Hill held both of my wrists while the other harshly grabbed my cheeks as he glared down at me. Then, in a seeming moment of clarity his expression changed from confused rage to something furtive. He chuckled.
"Oh," He said with an almost seductive tone. "I get it now. You like to play the bad boy, the dom, but deep down you're really a sub, ain't'cha?"
That didn't sit right with me. I tried to shake him off of me but with his leverage that proved impossible, especially once he shifted his grip so that he had one wrist in each hand again and he slammed me back to the couch. He leaned in close again, his lips inches from my own, close enough I could practically feel them moving with each word he spoke.
"That's why you don't want the match. You don't wanna fight me at all, not really. You want to give in. What you want is a real man to take control, tell you what to do, make you feel good in ways you can't do yourself. Ain't that right, boy?" my breath hitched involuntarily, all but proving his suspicion, and Hill's grin widened.
"Fuck you."
Hill tut, tut, tutted me. "Do I need to teach you to behave?" He asked, rubbing his hard cock against my groin.
Now, reader, can you spot Hill's mistake? That's right, he left a few inches of room for my head to move. In a stroke of strategic genius I leaned back and hit Hill square in the face with a headbutt. Well, it was more like square in the top of the head, which is not an ideal place to headbutt someone. Hill and I were both cursing in pain but he rolled off of me and I scrambled to my feet, panting in rage.
"You think you're so fucking smart? Fine, you've got your match, I don't give a fuck if there's a crowd. I'm gonna show every-fucking-body you're nothing more than an overhyped bottom-bitch cum-slut. How's that sound motherfucker?"
He looked at me confused for a second before his face widened in a grin. "Sounds great!"
That was when my drunk and still horny brain finally connected the dots and I realized what exactly had just happened. The rage that rose in me all but forced me to lunge at Hill but he rolled out of the way and hopped to his feet. He didn't quite run away but he did tactically put some distance between us until he was standing in the hallway to the dormitories. He leaned smugly against the doorway and gave me a mock salute.
"You have a good night now, boy. Oh and uh, might wanna take a shower." He said, motioning over his stomach before heading off down the hallway.
I looked down at my cum covered stomach, some of the cum dripping down to my pajama pants and I considered what had just happened.
Reader, do remember, I am a fucking idiot.
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