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.
Aftercare
Hello again dear reader,
I'll keep this short since we'll be picking up right where I left off. I just wanted to say now that if you were planning on taking any mental health advice from this story... don't? Go to therapy.
Would've done wonders for me.
So there I was, sweaty, half-naked, standing alone in the showers struggling to breathe. It wasn't that my throat was hurting from the match or anything like that. Everything was clear in my windpipe but when I tried to take in a breath just... nothing. Like a plastic bag was wrapped around my head. I stumbled to one of the shower stalls and sat down on the bench in the changing area. I slumped down, my head in my hands to block out the way too bright lights. God fuck those goddamn fluorescent and their fucking buzzing. I could hear it, feel it in my fucking bones like I was being torn apart from the inside out.
It's fine, I'm fine, I just need to calm down and stop fucking shaking. So what that I beat Tomcat, that's good! That's the fucking point! Beat him! Show everyone I'm a fucking beast! I'm a monster! I'm a monster. This place has made me a monster. No, I was always a monster. Small wonder Gym turned on me, all of them turned on me, none of them liked me to begin with they hated me were afraid of me. And now I did it again. I had a chance to hey maybe make some new friends sure they were only friendly to me because Papa Bear made them at this point that was the only way anyone would spend time around a stupid piece of shit like me not that it was going to last that long anyways they're both probably talking right now about coming in here and beating the shit out of me for what I've done and they'd be right to I'm an evil piece of shit why'd I ever think that would-
The door slammed open, the sound echoing back and forth through the showers, each echo growing louder until it was loud enough to shatter me into pieces. Fuck, that must be him here to kill me. He was going to kill me I knew it, I just knew it.
"Damn little man, did ya have to be that rough?" He called out with a laugh, his voice cutting like a knife against my skin. "Almost lost a tooth from that knee." I stayed quiet, he might have sounded like he was joking around but it was all a trap I just knew it, lull me into a false sense of security so he could stab me in the back just like Gym.
"Varsity?" He said. "You here?" After a moment of silence I heard him pulling back curtains a few stalls down, footsteps, and then another curtain. Dammit, god-fucking-dammit. My heart, as if it was possible, started beating faster.
"Go away." I tried to say but my voice croaked breathlessly.
"Varsity?" He called again with more urgency, footsteps rushing right up to my stall. I jumped as he pulled the curtain, scrambling backwards on the bench to try and get distance between us. Immediately he threw his hands up in a sign of peace, dropping the towel he'd been using to clean his face. "Woah..."
"I'm-" I managed to squeak out before taking in a short breath. "Go away."
Tomcat looked at me and a softness I hadn't seen in him before came across his face. "Oh dear..." He said with a level of sympathy I could not believe was genuine.
"Don't come any closer." I said.
"I won't." He said. "It's ok, you're alright. The match is over. You're in the showers now. We're not here to fight. We're just here to clean off. There's nothing dangerous here."
Whatever spell he was casting over me was working, I actually started to believe he didn't come here to kill me. So why did I still feel like I was going to die?
"I can't breathe." I said.
"Yes you can." He said reassuringly. "Just take it slow, love. Slow. Can you do that for me?"
I tried. Slow, he said. I slowly took in a shaky breath, filling up my lungs until the burning went away before exhaling again.
"Good, you're doing good. Now again." Tomcat said.
I took in another breath, more sure this time. My heart beat was starting to slow down again and my shaking died down. I blinked and a tear escaped my eye. "Fuck." I said, wiping the tear and turning my face away from Tommy.
"You're alright love." He said with a friendly laugh. "Feeling better?"
"A little."
"Good," Tommy said, "now strip down, I'm gonna get you what you need."
I certainly couldn't think of a more reassuring set of words to hear after a violent sex fight, can you? Still, I did as he asked, mostly because my feet were burning up in my boots and if I didn't get my singlet off my sweaty skin the two would fuse together soon. Tomcat soon returned with two metal water bottles in one hand and a tube of ointment in his other hand.
"What's that for?" I asked.
"Makes your prick bigger," Tomcat said, setting a water bottle next to me before holding up the ointment. "Turn around."
"What?"
"Need to clean the mess I made of your back."
"You do?" I asked, befuddled.
"You can do it yourself if you like," Tomcat shrugged, "but it needs to get done before you shower. Infection and all that."
Logic told me to do it myself, I'm a big boy and not so swole yet that I can't touch between my shoulders. Besides, this was probably some sort of trick. But another part of me, a deeper, more desperate side of me, could not bear to be alone in this room again. So I straddled the bench and turned my back to Tomcat.
"Probably just looking for an excuse to feel me up." I muttered.
"Lil' bit." Tomcat said, sitting behind me. "This is gonna sting."
"Must have a lot of experience with- ah!" He wasn't wrong. As soon as the ointment touched the cuts on my back it was like another fire was spreading across my skin. This pain subsided quickly, replaced with something almost soothing. There was the sharp sting of the ointment combined with the feeling of Tomcat's touch that... it's hard to describe in words. Good, it felt good. I took a drink of water and let my body slowly recover from the hell I'd just put it through.
Eventually Tomcat broke the silence with a question. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Define 'it'." I said. I was delaying of course, I knew what he meant.
"Why I found you shaking like a leaf in here."
No lie came to my mind quick enough and part of me was tired of all the walls I was keeping up. So as stupid as it sounded I went with the truth. "I thought you were going to kill me."
"Kill you?"
I shrugged. "It's what it felt like."
"Why would I want to kill you?"
"Because of what I did. To you. In the ring."
"'s in the ring, innit. That's what happens. No use crying once the cameras are off."
"I was an asshole. I'm a monster. I have been ever since I got to this fucking place. I ran off the only friend I had in this fucking place because I'm such a piece of shit that-"
"Careful now," Tomcat said, "you're slagging off my good friend now and I don't appreciate that."
"I'm not your friend." I said without thinking and immediately wished I could take those words back.
"Ouch," Tomcat said, twisting my guts in knots.
"I didn't mean it like that." I backtracked.
"Well then how did you mean it?"
"What I mean is... what kind of friend pins his friend down and rapes his ass?"
"Guido."
"Or covers his hand in cum and slaps him in the face with it?"
"Guido."
"Or uses his friend's own spit to give him a wet willie?"
Tomcat burst out laughing. "You have no idea how funny that sounds to me. But fine, you have a point, haven't had a friend do that to me yet. 'til you."
I hunched down, my head in my hands. "Doesn't make sense." I muttered.
"No, what doesn't make sense is you fretting about all that when I kicked you in the balls and shoved my bollocks and arse in your face. You weren't mad about that?"
"Of course I was mad, 's just..."
"Different when it's you?" Tomcat finished for me. I shrugged. "Well that's how it is for me too." He said. "Water off a duck's back, you either learn to live by that in the Ring or you quit."
"Gym hasn't learned to live by it."
"Ah, well, he's a bellend."
"If I knew what that meant I'd probably be really mad."
"Mean's he's a dick and a dumbass at the same time."
Not gonna lie, I felt a spark in my gut at that. "Yeah, you don't get to talk shit about him."
"Fair enough." Tomcat continued on. "Point is, at the end of the day we're here to put on a show and if this isn't something you want to do, well, then even prison would be better."
I sat with that while he finished up with the ointment. Once he was done I turned so that we were sitting shoulder to shoulder, my back against the wall, my eyes staring up at the off-white tile ceiling. "Are you like me? Y'know, 'on-lease'."
"Oh fuck no." Tomcat said. "I got scalped from a league that operated out of Ibiza, same as a bunch of other guys here. No, you Yanks are the only ones with a law system fucked up enough to allow this."
"Yeah I don't know how much of this is exactly 'legal'."
"And yet you're still here."
"Point taken." I sighed. "I just ask 'cause... 'cause..."
"Do you want to quit?"
"No."
"Do you hate it?"
"...no."
"So what's the problem?"
"The problem is..." I thought about what to say, every formulation of words that came to mind seemed nonsensical. "The problem's that I like it. Every match, well, almost every match, I start out just fighting for my life but then there's a turn and... and I..."
"And you take control."
"Like I said, almost, but yeah..."
"And you like that, yeah?" Tomcat said.
"I do..." I sat in that thought for a moment, my stomach warm and my blood thrumming at the thought of my past victories. "But then I walk through those doors again and I think 'what the fuck did I just do?' And I... I feel sick. Disgusting. Like I want to tear off my skin."
Tomcat sighed and put his hand on mine, giving it a light squeeze. It was a small gesture, but it hit me like a truck. I kept my eyes staring at the ceiling. "I think I know what you need, but I've got two questions first."
What could it hurt? A lot, it could hurt a lot actually. Oh well. "Shoot."
"Have you ever been with another man? Outside of the ring?"
My stomach did a flip at that. "Do you mean the ring or The Ring?"
"Does it change your answer?"
I thought about my encounter with Hill in the common room, I thought about when Gym and I... Gym and I.
"Not really, I haven't."
"Would you like to?"
I looked at Tomcat, there was sincerity in his eyes and a half-grin on his lips. My mouth went dry and my heart began to beat faster. I traced my eyes down over his sweat body, his muscles glistening beneath his sweaty body hair. When I looked back up his grin had grown wider and my dick was at a half-chub.
"Yes."
"Then get in the shower." He told me.
So I got in the shower. My heart was pounding now, drowning out the sound of the falling water as it rattled in my ear drums. What was I doing? No, this was the trick, this had to be the trick. He was just teasing me. He probably walked out as soon as I turned my back, he's probably heading back to the green room to laugh with Guido. 'Tha' fookin' idjit thou' Ah wuz gonna shag 'im' I imagined him saying, or something like that, look I'm bad at accents. God I'm an idiot. I turned to go chase him down and beat the shit out of him and when I did I saw him standing there at the edge of the shower.
He'd stripped off his trunks and boots and was standing there completely naked. The coat of fur that covered his pecs and abs trailed down his body into a thick bush around his crotch. His dick, uncut of course, was slowly growing as he approached me. He had a lopsided grin across his lips. God, those lips, I still remember them sometimes in the middle of the night. He walked right up to me and I just stood there, frozen like a fawn that caught eyes with a wolf. He put his hands on my hips and gently pulled me in until our bodies met. Instinct rushed over me and I lunged forward, kissing him deeply, pressing against him until we were against the wall of the shower, the stream of hot water drenching my back as we passed beneath the shower head.
Tomcat spun us so that he was the one in control now with me pressed against the wall, whatever discomfort I felt from the lingering scratchmarks more than overwhelmed by my throbbing lust. Said lust growing all the more frustrated as Tomcat pulled away, my lips chasing him into empty air. I opened my eyes and looked at him confused.
"I admire the enthusiasm." Tomcat said, leaning back in. "But we're going to take this slow. Ok?" His hot breath danced across my lips, getting my dick harder than an hour of sticking my tongue down his throat ever could. He smiled. "Ok?" He asked again.
I eagerly nodded. "Ok." I gasped out.
"Good," he said, our lips a millimeter apart, "now follow along." He kissed me, just on the lips, just for a moment. Just long enough for the warmth of his lips to linger on mine. He came back in again, pressing his lips to mine as our bodies pressed together. He wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling us together even further, while another grabbed the back of my head. I mirrored him, one hand on his center back, the other in his hair. For a moment that was all we did, kissed in an almost chaste embrace beneath the running water. Slowly his lips opened mine, just as slowly his tongue entered my mouth. My body shuddered at that, the anticipation of that moment releasing itself and my hand tightening in his hair.
Tommy's hand in my hair drifted down over my neck to my pec. His thumb gently rubbed across my nipple, sending a tremor through me. I moaned into his mouth as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He broke the kiss, our foreheads pressed together, to ask me a question. "Do you like this?"
"Uh huh." I answered between breaths.
"Do you want to go further?"
"Yes."
"Lovely." He leaned back in, pulling me into his kiss. Gently he guided my hands down to his waist, clasping my hands over each asscheek, like this was some fucked up gay prom dance. His one hand returned to my nipple while the other gently grasped my dick. I gasped into him and he pulled back. "Good?" He asked.
"Good." I answered.
"Good." My eyes were shut and so it took me a second to realize what I was feeling. He hadn't just grabbed my cock but also his, pressing them both together in one grip. Look, I know reader, it's obvious in hindsight but despite everything you have to remember I was basically a virgin when it came to these things. Not a lot of requests for frotting were coming up on the wall during my time as a rookie. Hell I wouldn't have known what it meant if it had. But let's get back to the action, shall we?
Tommy was thrusting, rubbing his cock against mine. Unconsciously I began to mimic him, my hips gyrating in time with his, our dicks slick with water. It was a kind of intimacy I had never felt before, a warmth that spread through my body with a rhythm like a new heartbeat. It was so strange, so new, to be with a man, not in control or controlled by him.
Yes, I know how that sounds.
Anyways
I had already cum once tonight so it was no surprise that Tommy was the first to blow his load across both our abs. He wasted no time running his hand across my stomach, gathering up his own cum and using it to lube his hand as he moved to jerking just me off. The warmth of his cum against my skin as his hand glided across my dick was nothing short of magic. Each stroke reverberated through my body, running up my spine and curling my toes. His lips moved from my lips to my neck, sending another volt through my body that made my knees weak. It wasn't long before I added my own cum to the mess between the two of us. I buried my face in his neck as I came, thrusting again and again into his hand as my moans were muffled by his skin. I don't know when it happened but the hand that had been handling my nipples was now at the back of my neck, holding me close in an embrace.
Somehow through all the pleasures that had just washed over and through me, this was the best of them all. Just having Tommy hold me, cradle me in his arms while I clung to him, his lips pressing gentle kisses into the crook of my neck. His arms
"To avoid any hurt feelings," he said, his breath spreading fires across my skin, "I don't do boyfriends." My stomach lurched for a second as he continued, "but I do do friends. I do friends a lot. That work for you?"
I was still breathing heavy but I managed to squeak out a "yeah, yeah that works."
"Lovely." He said, grabbing my ass and giving it a squeeze. "We should do this more often." The butterflies returned to my stomach.
"Yeah." I responded, I'd lost a lot of vocabulary in the last couple minutes.
"Now we should probably get washed up." He laughed, dragging a finger up his abs, swiping up a mix of our cum as he went.
The washing was, in some ways, even more intimate than the sex. Tommy's hands gently covered the whole of my body, tracing across my ribs, down my back, over my ass. It wasn't what he was touching that mattered, it was just the touch. Soft, gentle, caring. A sort of touch I had never felt before in my life, let alone in the Ring. I melted into his caress, my forehead resting against his shoulder, my cheek touching his cheek. Together we washed away the sweat and aches of our match, I even helped clean his ass out of my cum. By the time he had scrubbed the last of the body wash off of my skin I felt... it's hard to describe. Renewed, reinvigorated. Depressing as it might sound, I actually felt a sort of... happy. More or less because a guy I'd met a week ago jacked me off in the shower.
At this point, judge me all you like.
We dried off together and wrapped ourselves in the surprisingly soft bathrobes that the attendants made sure were hanging in each stall. Credit to them, they knew to hang multiples of them. They knew what they were dealing with clearly. We had been so long in the shower together that a few more matches had already come and gone and the room was bustling with other wrestlers. By the sound of it the matches that followed mine were part of the undercard tag team tournament. I heard C-Suite encouraging Octagon about his performance while Gram did the opposite with his partner Icon (pop star gimmick if you're curious, not shocking he was a terrible fighter really. Good head though.). That was whatever, I didn't really care about my fellow former rookies that much after they collectively decided to freeze me out. But speaking of freezing, that's exactly what I did when I heard, in the mixture of voices, one voice cutting through.
"You better watch out bro, my bench is up to 400."
Gym was talking with someone, maybe Harley. He sounded excited. Hell, he sounded happy. Happier than I'd heard him in a long time, not since we came here. I froze and Tomcat noticed. He put a hand on my shoulder and gave me a concerned look. The chatter outside continued and he seemed to realize.
"That him out there?" He asked softly.
I nodded.
He nodded severely in response, his brow furrowed in thought. Just as quickly his eyes lit up again and he leaned in to whisper in my ear, his breath tickling my skin as he did and raising goosebumps across my arms. "Follow my lead." And with only that as instruction he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close, dragging me through the curtain.
The conversation didn't have a chance to die this time when I entered the room because Tomcat insisted on keeping it on life support. "Harley baby! Sorry I missed your match, me and V-man, well, you know how it is don'cha? Right baby?"
It took me a second to realize that the 'baby' in question was me. I forced out a laugh and a somewhat startled "right."
Harley and Long Haul, half-way out of their gear, were sitting on a bench across from Frosh and Gym. All of them were glowing with sweat and a red bruise was slowly darkening across Harley's broad chest. Meanwhile Gym had what looked like the start of a black eye and Haulie looked like there wasn't any shit left to kick out of him. Frosh was pristine, no one dared to touch the little princess while his knight in shining armor was around.
"Probably better of missing it." Harley said in his gruff, rumbling voice. "Halfa it was just dry humping and the other half was me and Haulie getting the lights knocked out of us."
"And we're the winners." Haulie said, seemingly shocked to be calling himself a winner. "You should see the other guys." He jerked a thumb towards C-Suite and Octagon. Octagon had his head practically between his knees as though he was hyperventilating while C-Suite was rubbing circles in his back. Boy if I didn't know that feeling. Might've even commiserated if those two assholes hadn't treated me like a leper for the past few weeks. Fuckers hadn't found a bandwagon yet they couldn't hop onto.
"Nice job in there, Varsity." Long Haul said. If you had told me a month ago that the only guy out of my entire cadre of rookies to break with the peer pressure and speak to me would be fucking Long Haul... I would have believed you. He's a great guy and anything you hear to the contrary is fucking slander. Or libel, I forget which is which.
"Thanks Haulie," I said. "Sorry I missed your match I was, uh, distracted." I cast an embarrassed glance at Tomcat who was just grinning like a madman. I looked over to Gym, expecting him to be ignoring me. He was staring right at me. I locked eyes with him for the first time in over a week, this guy I used to see every day of my life. The anger that flashed across them wasn't unexpected, but the way he looked from me to Tomcat, the way his anger seemed to grow from that, his cheeks turning red...
Reader I could have killed this man. I should have killed him. Tomcat must have sensed this because he pulled me back in. "Come on baby, you've got some knots I need to work out. Swing by later if you're looking for a party Harley, and bring your boyfriend. We'll make it a double date."
My heart, mind, and stomach were all doing all sorts of flips as Tomcat smacked me on the ass and led me out of the showers.
"What was that?" I asked.
"Just planting some seeds." Tomcat answered, as if that explained anything.
"You made it sound like I was your boyfriend."
"I did, didn't I?"
"But you just said you don't do boyfriends..."
"I make exceptions for mind games and comedy. In this case it's both."
"...so you're my boyfriend?"
"Only when it's funny."
"I don't understand."
Tomcat just sighed. "Varsity, do you know how frogs and jokes are similar?"
"How?"
"When you start to dissect them they die."
***
The green room that Papa Bear and Leather Daddy shared with their mentees was several steps bougier than Rodeo's. A wrap around couch stretched across two walls of the room while a widescreen tv was mounted on another. The remaining corner held a fully stocked snack bar and fridge. Guido was sitting at the corner, arms spread, lounging like a greasy haired king. Papa Bear and Leather Daddy, meanwhile, were sitting at the end of the couch close to the tv. Leather Daddy seemed to be napping with his head lolled back while Papa Bear was watching the match on screen with a severity that I had never seen on his face before. Whatever gravity there was in his demeanor melted away in an instant when we stepped through the door.
"My boys!" He said. "What a show!"
"Wha-" Leather Daddy startled awake, blinking. "Oh, just you two."
"You didn't let him win now did you Tommy?" Guido asked with a smirk. "I know you just love gettin' fucked."
"You kidding me? No fucking way I'd let him counter the Cat's Cradle if he didn't earn it."
"You could try having some faith in my ability." I said.
"Hey, no one here's doubting you." Papa Bear said with a hand covering Leather Daddy's mouth. "You did good. Everyone knows you're a contender now."
"That's great..."
What remained of the adrenaline in my body had worked itself out, leaving me aching and exhausted. If it weren't for Guido's upcoming match I might have gone to my room then and there. Instead I went to sit down, but as I did Tomcat rushed in front of me, sprawling himself across one half of the couch. Resting on one elbow, with a knee cocked, and a grin on his face he looked every bit the pornstar. The way his loose bathrobe was just falling off him revealing his hairy chest didn't help. Or it did help, depending on your point of view. From my point of view it helped quite a bit.
I scoffed and muttered "asshole," but when I went to sit on the other section next to Guido I found myself suddenly dragged down into Tomcat's arms. I struggled to break free but he had me in a surprisingly tight bearhug.
"What the fuck-"
"Shh shh shh, just let it happen." He half-whispered in my ear.
"No fighting in the green room, boys." Papa Bear chided us.
"Then tell him not to- oof!" I managed to hit him in the gut what an elbow, but that didn't break his grip. "Not to resist the process!" He pulled me back down, crushing me against his chest.
"Varsity don't resist the process." Papa Bear admonished me with a barely concealed smirk.
"What-" I wheezed, "fucking process?" Despite my better judgement I did stop struggling, if only so Tomcat would let me get a breath in.
"The technical term is 'cuddling.'" Tomcat said, loosening his grip while also guiding me to lie down against his chest, which to be fair was both firm and supporting at the same time. "Spooning is also acceptable."
It was certainly the shock of those words that caused me to give up my fighting entirely. Yes, definitely surprise. It's not like I would just let myself fall into his arms of my own volition. And it also isn't like the warmth radiating from his body was at all soothing to my many aches and pains.
"Wow," Guido said, "like I'm not even here."
"Sorry, winners only." Tomcat said before looking down at me. "Comfy?" He asked.
"Fuck off..." I answered, resting my head against his arm. "...yes."
Tomcat made a contented sigh and we settled in to watch the remaining matches. This was nice, as much as I hated to admit it. It felt good, the sort of good feeling that came from a pain you'd stopped thinking about suddenly vanishing. For the moment, at least, the gnawing pit that had slowly been expanding in my gut for the past few months seemed to fill in.
Well, mostly.
There was still a small... let's call it a blip. A little, gnawing shadow that kept whispering in my ear 'this is only temporary. This is just a fling, tomorrow you'll be all alone again.' I buried that shadow beneath the feeling of Tommy's chest rising and falling against my back and the safety I felt being wrapped in his arms. So what if it was temporary, I was here now.
The time eventually came for Guido and Leather Daddy's match. As he left Guido gave both me and Tommy a wink. "Get ready to make space for some meat in that sandwich."
"Think he's gonna win?" I asked.
"Second time's the charm." Tommy said.
"We'll have to wait and see." Papa Bear said as he grabbed a beer.
Now might be a good time for a quick refresher on power dynamics in the Ring. As you all know, myself and Guido were part of what's called the undercard, aka the bottom of the heap where all the shit falls. Fewer matches meaning less money meaning smaller rooms and little to no luxuries like the guys higher up enjoy. After the end of your year's showcase the matches start to dry up quick unless you've really made a name for yourself. Like me! Otherwise you end up filling out the card when things are slack or someone gets injured, that and jobbing for those higher up.
There are a number of ways to move up the card, but for tonight the only one that matters is what we'll call the traditional method. Beat your mentor. Really Oedipus kinda thing going on there, though in case you both fuck and kill your father figure. You get one or two shots at it a year but you have to be careful. Too many losses can get boring and there's nothing deadlier to your career than being boring. But once you win your whole life changes. Biggest of all is you get to drop whatever gimmick you were given as a rookie and choose a new name, new look, new everything for yourself basically.
Guido was both lucky and unlucky to have a guy like Leather Daddy as a mentor. For all his skill, his experience in the Ring, and his sheer mercilessness against any opponent, Leather Daddy had an expiration date. Guido'd continue to build muscle while Leather Daddy could only try and keep what he had going. The tide would turn eventually, question was how long could Guido wait to escape the undercard. Meanwhile I had to deal with in-his-prime Rodeo. But we'll get to that in time.
So the match. Guido made his entrance first, dressed and looking exactly as you'd expect. Slicked back dark hair, gold chains dangling over a black wifebeater, baggy shorts with letters going vertically down one leg spelling out BEEF. Which made a lot of sense when you took a look at his body. Honestly, when he bared his chest I did regret not challenging him instead of Tomcat. Don't get me wrong Tommy's great, great body, amazing ass, but Guido, oof. Just absolutely bursting with muscle, rippling abs, bulging biceps, pecs like twin mountain peaks. He kept it mostly trimmed except for a dark treasure trail from his navel diving down to beneath his belt. He flexed for the camera, showing off a melon sized bicep and the dark bushy hair of his armpit.
Tommy and I had shifted to the corner of the couch, Tommy propped up and lounging with me draped across his chest. Belatedly I realized one his hands had snuck underneath my robe, a finger rubbing my nipples. I took in a gasping breath as my dick twitched at the sight of Guido popping his pecs for the camera. "Too much?" Tommy asked me.
"Keep going." I said.
"No fucking in the green room either." Papa Bear said with a side-eye towards the two of us.
"Don't worry," Tomcat said, his lips against my neck, "we'll keep it R-rated."
The arena lights went dark and, through a cloud of mist billowing out of the door, came Leather Daddy. He looked, well, I mean come on, you know his name. Black leather chaps over black leather trunks, stomping down the entryway in black leather boots with a black leather jacket covering a black leather harness across his chest and black leather gloves with a black leather hat on his head. I think the only reason his sunglasses weren't black leather was because they couldn't get leather translucent enough. In his hand he held a leash that was attached to a collar around the neck of his valet, Gimp.
If you're wondering where he was in all this, well, let's just say he needs a lot of prep time. If you're imagining a big guy in a rubber suit, you're close but not quite there. See Gimp's suit covered the whole of his head, his shoulders, his arms down to his hands, and from halfway down his calves to his feet. Now I hear you say, but wait, that doesn't sound like everything's covered, and that's right! You have a good instinct for exposed skin my dear pervert. The front of his chest, his massive pecs and chiseled abs in luminescent white flesh, were exposed, as was his back, marked up by years and years of Daddy's attentions. Also exposed were his asscheeks and most of his groin. I say most because his cock and balls were hidden from view, but only by the cage Leather Daddy kept the trapped in, the key too which stayed hung around Leather Daddy's neck.
The Gimp would spend the match attached to a ring post by his leash. Normally he could be expected to intervene, particularly at the end. For this match, things were different. For now Guido still belonged to Leather Daddy, and Leather Daddy didn't share his property lightly.
For a second the two of them stood across from each other, Guido taunting his mentor while Leather Daddy shrugged off his jacket, revealing bulging muscles that were just begging to burst out of the harness that held them. I could feel Tommy's heartbeat speeding up against my back as we waited for the bell. When it finally rang, I could swear I felt Tomcat's heart skip a beat.
Guido and Leather Daddy ran at each other like two bulls in a fight, colliding in the center of the ring with a force strong enough I thought the entire building might collapse from the shockwave. And that was just the start. They quickly went thrashing across the ring as they fought for dominance. First Guido got Leather Daddy against the ropes then Leather Daddy spun him around, sliding him towards the corner. Just before they made impact Guido seized back control, slamming Leather Daddy's back into the turnbuckles. All of the ropes shook violently.
I let out an appreciative whistle. "Good thing I didn't challenge him. That might've been a fight."
"Shaddup." Tomcat said, giving my nipple a pinch. He was joking around but I could still feel his heart pounding away. At this point he'd been fondling around with me enough that my robe had fallen down to my waist and we were fully skin to skin. But let's get back to the ring.
Guido rattled his mentor with a series of forearm blows to the chest but Leather Daddy wasn't getting taken out so easily. He managed to redirect his student's final blow to the side and shove him away. They both rushed to lock up again in another collar and elbow. My instinct would have been to try and redirect my opponent and get him to the mat. That wasn't happening here. This was a pure battle of power against power and the camera made sure we knew it. The screen was filled with Guido's bulging biceps as he struggled against Leather Daddy, then a switch to their chests as they crashed together in the test of strength. A bead of sweat rolled down Leather Daddy's cheek to his chin, dripping down his neck as his arms started to shake.
Like a pebble that sets off an avalanche Leather Daddy flinched in a moment of weakness and was sent to his knees. Guido lorded his power over his mentor, pressing down on him until he shoved him forcefully on to his back. Guido celebrated with a kiss to his bicep before dropping an elbow straight down on Leather Daddy's chest.
"Well there's a first." Papa Bear said.
"Just the start." Tommy said, his finger tracing a circle around my nipple that sent shivers through my body.
And Tommy was right, this was just the start. Guido got back to his feet and lifted up Leather Daddy's tree trunk legs. He didn't go for the balls like I would have expected he leaned down and to my shock managed to deadlift all near three hundred pounds of Leather Daddy off the mat just to powerbomb him back down. And then he fucking did it again. He was dripping with sweat now, his smooth chest shining as he leaned down and lifted Leather Daddy a third time. Guido didn't go for another powerbomb, instead he ran to the corner and essentially tossed Leather Daddy into it, all of the ropes shaking and rattling like there was an earthquake. Guido then grabbed the ropes and stuck his foot up against Leather Daddy's neck, choking him.
"That's it." Tommy said, still fondling my body while I lay against his chest. "Don't let up."
Eventually Leather Daddy's legs gave out and he slumped to his ass in the corner. Just like Tommy said Guido didn't let up. He stomped his mentors chest a few times, clearly aiming to weaken his core, adding in a few swipes across Leather Daddy's face to keep him disoriented. Unfortunately for Guido, Leather Daddy still had his wits about him. He grabbed Guido's sneaker clad foot as it came down on him and held him at bay. Guido was now off balance, hopping on one foot just to stay vertical. That gave Leather Daddy the perfect opening to launch a fist straight to Guido's exposed balls.
"Ah!" I winced while Guido doubled over and fell to the mat on the tv. Tomcat's gentle caress of my chest had turned a bit more violent as he grabbed my nipple hard.
"Goddammit." He seethed.
"Gentle." Papa Bear chided Tommy.
"Sorry bruv." Tommy said, patting my chest.
"'s fine." I muttered, though I did slide to the side so I wasn't sitting directly in his lap anymore. I did not want to find out what he'd do if Guido ended up losing.
Speaking of which, back in the ring Leather Daddy still had a hold of Guido's leg and he hit him with a variation of a leg drop I hadn't seen before, essentially compacting Guido's knee into his chest. The combined onslaught left Guido reeling on the mat while Leather Daddy wiped off his sweat on to his prone student, whatever smack talk he was shouting getting lost in the echo of the arena. Leather Daddy lifted Guido off the mat just to powerslam him back down in the center of the ring.
He stalked around Guido, stomping every inch of his body in a display of pure dominance, capping it off with a strong set of stomps to Guido's abs. He planted his boot down on the last stomp, pressing it down on Guido's destroyed core. The camera focused in on the sadistic glee on Leather Daddy's face as he pressed down even harder, pushing down on his own knee just so he could grind his boot even harder into Guido's gut. Guido was thrashing on the mat, howling in pain as his mentor destroyed his abs. Maybe it was strategy, maybe instinct, maybe pure dumb luck but Guido did manage to roll to the side, knocking Leather Daddy's boot to the side and sending him stumbling. Guido used the momentum of the roll to land an elbow to Leather Daddy's stomach, forcing a bit of distance between the two of them as he scrambled to his feet.
They circle each other, both of their chests heaving. Guido's stomach was turning bright red from all the abuse but it was clear from the way Leather Daddy's whole body shone with sweat that he hadn't gotten through this unscathed. Tommy leaned forward, watching intently. I snuck a glance at Papa Bear and he seemed cool as a cucumber, like he was watching just any other match.
The tension finally broke as the two bulls in the ring charged at each other. Leather Daddy ducked the clothesline Guido tried to hit him with but when he tried to lift Guido in a reverse bearhug he got an elbow to the head for his trouble. Guido went low, trying to hook Leather Daddy's leg but his mentor went even lower to stop him, the two of them ended up grappling almost on their knees as they struggled for dominance. Guido won out, getting a hold of Leather Daddy's ankles and pulling, flipping him on to his back. In a rage Guido stomped his balls four or five times, I lost track, before flipping him over in to a boston crab.
Leather Daddy screamed in pain, pounding the mat and reaching for the ropes. There was no such thing as a ropebreak in a match like this but it could help with leverage at least. Guido wasn't going to let him get even that relief, half-walking half-dragging Leather Daddy to the center of the ring as he clawed at the mat. Once he had his victim as far as possible from any relief Guido leaned back hard, Leather Daddy's screams of pain intensifying enough that even Papa Bear winced just from watching it. Adding another flavor of pain to the mix Guido let go of one leg to start pounding Leather Daddy's vulnerable balls.
"Jesus." I muttered.
"'s what it takes to win." Tomcat said.
"He just better hope he wins," Papa Bear said, "or there'll be hell to pay."
Guido was shouting at Leather Daddy to submit but, either from stubbornness or a haze of pain blocking him from answering, he didn't. Guido kept cranking on the pain hoping to break his mentor's spirit but seemed to be getting nowhere. He seemed to come to the decision that he would just end things himself there and started fumbling with Leather Daddy's trunks. They were attached at the waist to his harness so that would need to be released first before Guido could get completion. Too bad for Guido that complication gave Leather Daddy just enough space and leverage to escape, spinning on to his back and launching Guido away with a two legged kick.
Guido turned and bounced off the ropes but Leather Daddy had gotten to his feet and met him with a body block. The impact rattled Guido and he grabbed at his chest in pain. Leather Daddy kept up the pressure and grabbed Guido's head, ramming it straight into his harness and sending his student reeling. It was mostly leather but there were plenty of metal bits and pieces holding it together. I could only imagine the kind of pain Guido was in now.
"Why do they even let him wear that fucking thing!" Tomcat ranted.
"'cause it's damn sexy." Papa Bear answered.
Leather Daddy deposited Guido in the corner and hit him with a series of forearms to the chest. He built up a manic energy as he did, moving from forearms to fully crushing Guido in the corner with his own body, grabbing the ropes and launching himself again and again into Guido going chest to chest in a pure display of power. He finished with a final body blow, pressing his whole body into Guido, utterly crushing him under the weight of his massive frame.
That wasn't the end of it though. Leather Daddy wrapped his arms around Guido's body and lifted him off the ground in a tight bearhug. Sweat poured out of him as his veins bulged, every muscle flexing as Leather Daddy crushed the life out of Guido. Leather Daddy stomped to the center of the ring, Guido's legs kicking weakly as his will was being slowly broken under his mentor's grip. Guido attempted a few attempts to push off of Leather Daddy but proved impotent. Leather Daddy glanced to the side, clearly reading the wall, and a wicked grin spread across his face.
"Fuck," Tomcat seethed, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Leather Daddy twisted to the right, then to the left, then lifted Guido's body up before dropping him down crotch first over his knee in an inverted atomic drop. The pain was too much for Guido to even scream, just a breathless, choking moan escaped him. Leather Daddy wasn't done, dropping Guido back down on his other knee, back up, and then down on his knee again, absolutely pulverizing Guido's balls. By the end of it Guido was limp in his arms when Leather Daddy finished him off with a spinebuster, crushing him to the mat, the reverberation of the two mountains of muscle hitting the mat shaking the whole ring.
"Fuck." Tomcat said for a final time, gripping his hair. Guido was done. Leather Daddy, however, was not.
He knelt down and grabbed Guido by the hair, pulling him up into a sitting position. Leather Daddy pulled down the waist of Guido's shorts and-
"Holy shit!" I said astonished as Leather Daddy fished out Guido's, at a guess, eight inch uncut dick. And that was flacid.
Leather Daddy leaned in and forced a kiss on Guido, who weakly tried to resist. Leather Daddy got to work, one hand gripping Guido's hair, the other stroke Guido's cock to full mast. With Guido's cock as hard as it was going to get Leather Daddy got up and stood in front of him. He pressed Guido's head down lower and lower until the tip of Guido's own dick passed between his lips.
Autofellatio, not a word you get to use every day.
What followed next was about as close to artistry as you can get in the Ring. With one hand holding Guido's head down Leather Daddy threaded his arm under one of his student's legs and then another, so that both of Guido's legs were over his shoulder. Using a well of strength I was shocked to see he still had in him, Leather Daddy lifted Guido off the ground, holding his compacted body folded up against his chest.
"Slave!" He shouted to Gimp, who on cue entered the ring and knelt down in front of his master and unfastened his harness, sliding down Leather Daddy's trunks and revealing Leather Daddy's raging hardon rising out of his dark bush of pubic hair. Gimp then guided his master's cock into Guido's ass. After that Gimp slid out of the ring and Leather Daddy was off to the races. With two hands forcing Guido's head on to his own cock Leather Daddy started fucking his ass, forcing Guido to blow himself as he did. Despite the rage that was obvious to see coursing through Tomcat, even his dick was hard as a rock poking through his robe at the sight. This, I realized, was the Ring. Pure power, pure dominance, pure manhood.
Both Leather Daddy and Guido were now shining with sweat as Leather Daddy fucked his student's ass raw. Whatever screams that might have been trying to escape Guido's throat were blocked by his own dick. Whether his arms were flailing because of his attempts to escape or just from the sheer force of Leather Daddy's thrusting was impossible to say. What was clear was that the student had not yet surpassed the teacher. Leather Daddy still owned Guido's ass, and he proved it as he bounced the muscle boy up and down on his dick.
Surprisingly, or maybe not surprisingly if you knew the guy better, Guido came first. He exploded into his own mouth with a flood of cum, so much that it came dripping out of his mouth and down his dick. The sight of it was hot enough that Leather Daddy soon followed, thrusting hard a few more times before burying his dick fully in Guido's ass. A trickle of cum came flowing out of Guido's ass after that, proving Leather Daddy the winner of the match, if that had been in doubt.
With a final feat of strength Leather Daddy lifted Guido over his shoulder, cum leaking from both ends of his student as he exited the ring and headed out of the arena.
"Fuck!" Tomcat shouted.
"Better luck next time." Papa Bear said.
"If that's what he's like with Guido I'd hate to be someone he doesn't give a shit about." I said.
"Yeah," Papa Bear agreed, "he can be a bit rough some times."
"How long am I going to have to fucking wait to have my tag partner back?" Tomcat groaned, leaning over so that he was laying on his back, his head on my lap, right over my dick. His face screwed up and he looked at me. "Varsity do you have a fucking hard on from watching our good friend get fucked?"
My heart skipped a beat. "So do you!" I shot back.
"Hey, that was just left over from when he was winning, you're the creep that likes seeing guys get destroyed."
I was starting to panic when Papa Bear cut in. "Tommy, stop teasing him, you know he's sensitive." Only after that did I see the curve of Tommy's lips.
"You're such an asshole." I grumbled.
"I am upset and in need of comfort." Tommy said, rolling over. He paused a beat before sighing. "Do I need to do everything myself? Come on, comfort me." He grabbed my hand and put it on his head. I started to stroke his hair, giving a confused look to Papa Bear. He was just chuckling to himself at the sight.
"I had everything planned out." Tommy groused from my lap. "We had names, a new look, everything, it was going to be perfect."
"He'll get another shot." Papa Bear said.
"What will you do now?" I asked, idly stroking his hair, god but I did have a weakness for long haired men.
Tommy rolled on to his back again, looking up at me with a growing mischievous grin. "Same as always," he said, "we'll train, and I'll plan."
By the look in his eyes I knew I wouldn't be a simple observer in his next machination, but that, dear reader, is a story for later. As Tommy would say if he were the one writing this journal-
Ta ta for now.
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