A day like any other. His internal alarm clock goes off a few seconds before the clock next to his bed. He slowly opens his eyes and looks up at the ceiling. He smirks with an accompanying eye roll as if to say “here we go again.” He throws off the covers, sits up in bed, swivels around, and allows his extra long legs to dangle just slightly above the floor. Finally, his feet hit the floor and he stands upright. He struts over to the mirror, a part of the morning ritual that nvolves admiring himself and smirking his self-confident smirk. The floppy dark hair is for the moment dishevelled, but that won’t last long. His eyes slowly travel down his six foot three frame; he’s lean and muscular, well above most British men in physical development. His abs are tight, but not overly defined - not quite the “six pack” abs that the models sport in the magazines, but respectable, and if anyone doesn’t agree, that’s fine, because they don’t matter anyway. Least of all the wife who walked out on him unable to stand his combination of narcissism and snobbishness a moment longer.
He reaches under the waist band in his grey Calvins and plays with himself. The early morning “stiffy” is there and upon his touch, grows even more. He admires himself in the mirror; that is one hot body, one that he maybe wouldn’t mind having next to him every morning, but since there is only one of him, he’ll have to settle for himself for now. He runs his free hand up his smooth abs, and then up to his big slab pecs. He tenses them, then feels a little stubble on his right pec. He’ll have to do something about that in the shower - after all, he knows his colleagues call him the “Smoothie” and he is not to know that the name is as much a response to his irritating and superior manner. All he thinks about are those who he imagines might admire him at the swimming pool, or in the shower at the gym, and he surely cannot disappoint his biggest fan - himself.
He struts over to the window overlooking the street. People of all sorts pass by. He moved to this smart flat in the centre of town after the divorce. It’s a little small but it allows him to feel superior to the passers by, the ethnic types and gays especially. He is your classic conservative. Suited, formal, controlling and with the attitudes that go with it. He has mixed feeling about displaying himself in the gym, preferring to work out at home. In the same way he is keen to show off his bod but only if it can be done on his own terms. He quickly retreats into his bathroom, and into the shower where he lets the water beat down on his body as he beats off to the thoughts of … what … himself in all probability. He reaches orgasm with hardly any effort whatsoever, and after an average eruption of cum shaves his torso in the shower (his limbs remain lightly hairy). He can’t be more than 170 pounds – not bad for someone around 40 though some might consider him gangly and his feet and nose disproportionately large. When all is said and done they can go fuck themselves. His naturally big shoulders give him confidence and though the rest of his body started out as a sort of non-sequitur things don't look that way now.
With the towel wrapped around his waist, he thinks about the MMA class he has only been to a couple of times though he told selected work colleagues how well he had made out. He keeps on paying for month after month yet doesn’t attend -maybe he’ll go today, but then maybe not. He has nothing to prove after all.
He only gets a few steps into his bedroom, when he becomes frozen with fear – there are two large masked men waiting for him. “Oh, my God, What the. . .” The Smoothie turns to run but a pair of arms wrap themselves around his neck and start to grind against his carotid artery. The Smoothie struggles to break free of the vice-like grip, but he feels his energy going - his head is swimming and the towel drops from around his waist. The last thing he hears is the mocking laughter of the heavies. One of them grabs his cock and wrenches it this way and that - or did he imagine that detail? No man and only one woman has ever done that and he doesn't like it one bit. Things spin faster and faster as darkness descends. When he wakes he is in another world, naked and caged like an animal. He rushes up to the bars and grips them tight. “Hello? Is somebody there?” he calls out into the darkness. “Shut up!” a gruff-sounding person bellows. “You’ll get your chance tonight. Quit your fucking whining, you yuppie bastard!”
The Smoothie is left sitting in his cage, naked and fearful for some period of time. It was hard to keep track even if he was thinking to, though the lump in his throat distracted him. Eventually someone enters the room, a small, single-doored area where he seemed the only prisoner. A large man in a mask tucked a keyring into his slacks, approaching the cage. It could have been one of his kidnappers, it was hard to tell one masked goon from another. The Smoothie in a simple suit. He rapped a knuckle on the bars, as if trying to wake him up despite Smoothie sitting down, wide awake. “Well, here’s where you make a choice, tiny,” the masked brute said matter of factly. “Your cocky ass owed the wrong people. The boss, he’s the kind of guy who could kill you, make you disappear, and not even your closest butt-buddy would be able to find a trace of you. But boss, he’s generous. He’s willin’ to let you ‘work’ your debt off, understand?” Smoothie looked at him in confusion. He didn’t owe anyone anything more than a dollar for a soda. He would mooch and gloat and maybe gamble with friends, but nothing to build up to kidnapping. “You’ve got the wrong guy, I swear!” “Boss was real clear. Pasty white guy, hairless, more full of himself than he is fulla blood. You’re our boy, alright.” The big man scoffed. “And if you ain’t.... well, you look like a guy who should get taken down a peg anyway.” Smoothie gulped a bit at this. “So... what do I have to do to go free? What are my choices?” The big guy shrugged. “Oh, you only got one choice for that; The Pit. Your choice is you gonna come along peacefully, or am I gonna have to rough you up something worse and toss your beat-up ass into the ring with one more handicap for your opponent to appreciate?” The Smoothie hesitated, but nodded. “I’ll go along,” he conceded. Even if he could convince the guard he wasn’t who he wanted, he didn’t seem to care. Plus, with his MMA training going on, he had to expect he had a decent shot against some random debt-dodgers. “So... I have to fight? Is that right?” The masked meathead nodded as he opened the cage. “You’re our little gladiator, pussy,” he chuckled. “Our boss and his friends, they love a good fight. Men, women, pros, newbies, they love it to death, they do. Had a couple of blondes clawing up eachothers tits before. Had a three-way boxing match before that. The boss man loves his fights, all kinds. And you’re his next show. See that he gets a good match, you might earn your ass out of the pit. Not so impressive, you’re back in the cage for a while longer.” He grabbed the skinny cub by his arm and shoved him towards the door. Naked and outmatched, The Smoothie didn’t dare try and resist much. It didn’t keep the goon from hassling him along the hall. A number of rooms lined the doors, sometimes a shout or a threat or a wail coming from them. Other prisoners/fighters, he assumed. He couldn’t see inside, though, and the guard made a point of pushing him along quickly enough, a destination in mind. He reached the end of the hall, a double door there with bright lights on the other side. A wave of cheers came from the other side. A slim, older man, also with a mask to match the guard’s, came out holding a mop. A bucket was in his other hand, and The Smoothie shuddered a bit to see what looked like flecks on blood in the water. “New kid’s on,” the janitor instructed, walking past them without a second glance. The goon nodded. “Get out there, pussy. And make sure you scream nice and good for those in the cheap seats.” A shove sent The Smoothie through the doors, stumbling awkwardly. He saw he was in a genuine pit, an area with high raised walls of wood and a bit of chickenwire fencing atop it. There was a ring, a worn but sturdy wrestling style ring in the middle of it all, clearly where the fighters took eachother on. He could see a dark area behind the fences, fans screaming and cheering and taunting then, and for nearly every second he was in the pit thereafter. It was a poor man’s coliseum, of sorts, and he was their next gladiator. The Smoothie’s confidence flowed back up, hearing fan cheering at his nude form. He flexed and smiled a bit, at least trying to enjoy the experience however he could. He kissed his bicep proudly before moving to the ring and stepping into the ropes. He stretched out a bit in his corner, wondering what sort of match he would be in for. He got his hopes up for a moment of crushing some weak young man, or a gimmicky wrestling match with a cute bimbo or two. That was very quickly shattered when a woman’s voice on a microphone came overhead. “Here he is, folks! The scrawny smoothie! And his opponent! Back to prove he’s still king of this pit, the powerhouse, Big Bear!” Another set of doors swung open on the other side of the pit, a large, brutal looking man bursting out. He was built like a wrestler, broad and muscled but with a degree of weight and heaviness to him as well. He had a patch of dark hair by his chest and some on his arms, but he too was nude, so it was visible that there was not much else elsewhere. His face and crotch was well shaven, and well hung, already erect from some manner of excitement for his match. His head was a short, unkempt dark brown, or perhaps a fading black. He was in his thirties or early forties, a beefy build of one who clearly used his muscle rather than developed it for show. He let out a proud and enthusiastic shout as he paraded to the ring fearlessly, shoving the ropes aside to step into the ring. The Smoothie was initimidated by the sight of the Bear, but managed to hide at least some of his fear. He gulped, but managed to contain his shivering. Big Bear catered to the fans, pumping his fist in preemptive triumph and clapping his hands over his head to fire them up. He then turned sharply, thumping his chest into The Smoothie’s. Bare pecs smack together and Smoothie found himself knocked backward by the power and weight of the move. “Going down, skinny bitch,” Big Bear grinned at him. “Gonna bleed and milk ya dry.” Smoothie regained his footing and shook off the threat. He wanted to keep his training under wraps, hoping that and his lighter weight’s speed would pull him through the fight for a quick win. “In his first fight, we have Smoothie in the North corner!” the microphone woman boomed overhead. “No wins, no losses, nothing to go by! Give it up for the mystery lightweight!” Cheers and jeers peaked up a bit more. “And returning to the ring, we have Big Bear!! The ex-pro wrestler who actually came to the pit by choice! You might remember Big Bear from the BPWL, where he was forced into retirement after he ‘accidentally’ left an opponent brutally injured in the ring. But that wasn’t enough for our BB! He wanted more blood, more pain, and by god, The Pit is gonna give it to him, right!?” The crowd screamed even louder in praise of the Bear. He stretched out in his corner, big bare cock bobbing as he eyed up Smoothie like a piece of meat. Smoothie shivered, displeased to realized he did recognize the older fighter. He had watched his match when he was a teenager on pay per view, and saw what damage he had done to The Blonde Brawler that night. And he had smiled the whole time. “Fighters! Anything goes, boys! Win by submission or knockout, and fight’s not over til we say it’s over!” the announcer girl called enthusiastically. “Now ding ding ding, bitches! It’s fightin’ time!” Big Bear took off at Smoothie like the unstoppable force his name suggested. The big wrestler rushed his skinny victim, Smoothie yelping and dodging aside quickly. He avoided the charge, but Big Bear turned on him sharply. He grabbed the back of Smoothie’s hair, making him scream out as he pulled it back. Smoothie arched his back to lean backward to reduce the pain, but screamed again when Big Bear smashed a pair of punches into his bent back. Already things weren’t looking good to Smoothie, though the crowd and BB seemed to disagree. Big Bear used his hair and a handful of Smoothie’s ass to lift him up off the mat. Smoothie flailed in the air a second before Big Bear smashed his back down onto his knee, making Smoothie spasm and howl in pain. Big Bear let out a gruff laugh. “That’s it! That’s those screams that get my cock rock hard!” Big Bear gloated. He raised both fists and brought and axe handle down onto Smoothie’s belly, making him gag and bend upward as his abs were bashed in brutally. Bear shoved a hand into his face, shoving Smoothie back towards the mat but still stuck on his knee. He held his face down to hold him still, bashing his fist into his prized abs repeatedly. Smoothie let out girlish squeal with each power blow, scrawny body twitching at the bigger man’s fist work. At last Big Bear threw him off his knee, a sweaty and sore Smoothie hitting messily. Big Bear laughed proudly, parading around the ring flexing for the crowd. Smoothie managed to drag himself to his feet, not wanting to be left at his foe’s complete mercy. But Big Bear stood smiling, arms wide apart. “Come on, this’ no fun,” he gloated. “Here.” Big Bear patted himself on the chin invitingly. “Free shot, mate. Give me your best punch, ya limp-dicked princess.” That got Smoothie steamed, so he was glad to take the offer. He stepped up to the bigger man, ready to show him what he had brought on himself. He wound up his right arm, putting all his weight into it before bringing it whizzing forward at him. On the way over, though, the less than honorable BB smashed his foot up straight into Smoothie’s ball, ending the momentum of the attack as Smoothie’s eyes flew wide, mouth hanging open in a perfect O shape as he double up holding his tenderized cock and balls. The crowd went mad for the cheap shot, and Big Bear laughed along for a moment before spreading his arms out again. They clapped together around Smoothie, grabbing him in a bearhug. It trapped his arms to prevent him from holding his nuts, and the big man’s strong grip wrenched the air out of him. Smoothie was left coughing pathetically as Big Bear hugged him, bouncing him up and down to force the hold on and grinding their hard pecs together, the chest hair roughly scratching his perfectly hairless one. The Smoothie cried out as his powerful arms crushed him like a vice, mashing their bodies together. Bear's thick chest and rock-hard cock crushed into his bare-bodied foe. The hardon landed parallel to his own, mashing and wrestling it in their own miniaturized duel. The Smoothie slapped and shoved desperately at Big Bear, trying to break out of the hold. His thick body deflected the lighter blows easily enough, his pale victim losing strength quickly in the hold. At last he gathered the sensibility to reach up and rake his trim nails over BB's face. They caught him in the eye, angering the bigger man but at least making him let go of the hug. "ARGHHH!" Big Bear snarled, holding his watering eyes as The Smoothie coughed and landed on his knees. He crawled on all fours towards the ropes, the crowd livening up a bit more at the sudden resistance of the smaller, pale young man. "Get him, Big Bear! He's right there!" "Fuck the little bitch boy!" "Go get 'em, little guy!" Big Bear was starting to get his sight back from the dirty move as The Smoothie breathed some fresh air into his aching lungs, grabbing the ropes and using them to pull himself upright. He leaned over the top rope, trying to catch his breath so he could try and turn this fight around on the big blind beastman. As he did though, he didn’t catch on that Big Bear rushed in behind him. Not until his thundering footsteps came right behind him and grabbed his dark mess of hair, shoving The Smoothie down towards the ropes with his neck pressing right down over the top rope. The Smoothie choked and gagged as his throat was crushed on the tight, worn chord, his arms and legs flailed wildly in reflex to the starting suffocation, Big Bear’s face a wide and sadistic grin.
“You like fightin’ dirty, you little shit? Good! You just gave ol’ Big Bear an excuse to get MEAN with ya!” He threw his knee up between the Smoothie’s legs, tagging him right between the nads. It hit hard enough to make The Smoothie scream out and his feet even left the ground for a moment, but Big Bear’s grip on his hair kept him nearby, his sadistic erection tauntingly prodding and slapping against his sweaty ass and back.
Big Bear took a step back, then took a running start at the other side of the ropes. He dragged Smoothie rapidly by his hair, forcing him just as quickly across the ring before he swung his strong arm forward, The Smoothie hitting the ropes so fast and hard he smacked into them, tumbling naked and vulnerably over the ringside and landing flat on the tough wooden floor. He couldn’t find the air or strength to scream as his back cracked loudly onto the ground, rolling around pathetically and holding his spine in agony.
“Ooooh! Looks like our boys are taking it outside the ring!” goaded the announcer over the speaker. “Things are about to get ugly, my horny boys and girls! Real ugly!” The Smoothie didn’t like the sounds of that, so fought his hardest to get back up. He tried to push himself up to his hands and knees as Big Bear shoved his bulk between the ropes in pursuit. He stood over the boy on all fours and stomped his big bare foot onto his back. Smoothie screamed out again and fell back down. “Come on, dick-lick!” he taunted, throwing a heavy kick into his ribs and flipping the pale boy over to his back. “You wanted to fight dirty, didn’t ya?” The big man towered over him, grabbing the groaning and curled up pasty boy by the hair. He dragged him to the edge of the pit, where the walls towered over them both well out of the reach of fleeing victims. He forced The Smoothie up, his feet not even able to stay balanced on the floor themselves at this point of his weakness. He held him up almost solely by the hair and swung him forward, bashing his face brutally into the hard wooden wall. It forced a pained yelp from his victim as his nose and forehead bounced off the wall, nearly a rag doll in Big Bear’s grasp. It didn’t stop him from swinging him again and again into it, a barrage of slams that rattled the brains inside his skull. His nose soon started to bleed, only that seeming to satisfy his brutal opponent. He pulled The Smoothie back from the wall at last, the staggering and drooling yuppie about ready to fall on his own.
Big Bear didn’t let it rest at that though. He shoved The Smoothie’s head under his armpit, trapping him in a headlock-like position. He reached around The Smoothie and abruptly shoved two fingers up his ass, other fingers grabbing onto his butt cheek to secure his grip. This got a sharp cry from The Smoothie as his body tensed up in his grip.
“Ah, that got you up, eh? Like this sorta thing, pain slut? Feels nice and loose back there, so you must be used to this.” BB’s trash talking carried off the wooden walls, so even the screaming fans could overhear the insults and degradation that The Smoothie was put through. With the grip secure though, Big Bear used it to lift The Smoothie up over his head. It was seemingly into a suplex, he feared, but he swung when he was at his peak, whipping him across the brawny man’s shoulders. Big Bear had snared him into a torture rack, and flexed his broad shoulders as he pulled down on the separate ends of The Smoothie’s body. He howled in pain as his middle was stretched, and his legs and neck pulled apart. He remembered Big Bear being feared for this move, which had forced plenty of submissions from tougher, bigger men than The Smoothie, even if it was supposed to be staged. This would be no exception, it seemed, as The Smoothie was weak when he first entered the hold, and he couldn’t bear the hold for long. With his bare body paraded as a symbol of Big Bear’s strength, the whole boy across his shoulders, he swung an arm to tap his surrender on Big Bear’s fuzzy chest.
“Uh oh, we have a submission!” the announcer declared. Why wouldn’t she ring the bell then? The Smoothie pleaded for that small mercy at this point. “Big Bear, do you accept?” she asked knowingly. “Fuck that,” Big Bear snarled, his voice all the gruffer and deeper for the moderate effort he put into trapping and tormenting the skinny fighter. “I ain’t done with this little preteen pussy.” “You heard it, folks! Fight goes on!” the announcer cheered, to the fans’ delight. Apparently, The Smoothie thought, the fight would go on until Big Bear said so. That did not bode well for him…
Big Bear surprised him when he suddenly rushed backward. He couldn’t tell why at first, not until his back smashed into the ringpost behind him. He screamed out, caught between a rock and a hard place as Big Bear leaned back, crunching him into the pole to maintain his agony stretched out across the tough iron pole, pushing his back all the more out of shape.
“AGGGGH!!!” his victim wailed in his trap, Big Bear suddenly cutting off his attack to spin around rapidly. He turned repeatedly, a sort of airplane spin that left the agonized twink dizzy on top of all of it. He felt ready to throw up when the ride came to an abrupt halt, as Big Bear altered his course to bring The Smoothie’s face bashing right into the pole. It made a noise like an aluminum bat hitting a baseball, and The Smoothie made a loud scream at the contact, trying to hold his nose with his one free hand as more blood trickled from it.
The crowd went nuts for the bloodlust as The Smoothie fell limply out of Big Bear’s hold and fell to the floor. He was a beaten mess, the blood from his nose and lips having spattered over his sweaty hairless chest. He panted and twitched, but it seemed all he was capable of right now. Big Bear took the time to regain his own equalibrium from the spin, as well as pose and flex his big body proudly for the crowd. He finally slid into the ring, leaning to the mat and grabbing The Smoothie by the hair. He dragged him into the ring by it, getting a weak wail out of him but no further resistance.
He threw The Smoothie onto the mat, straddling his chest and facing his feet, his toned hard ass just in front of The Smoothie’s face. “That all you’re packing?” he snorted, giving an offensive slap to The Smoothie’s semi-erect cock. It was pathetic compared to Big Bear’s at this point, and he knew it. “Don’t feel so bad, dickbreath. You’ll hit puberty some day and grow some man hair,” he crowed. “In fact, think I know a way to get it nice and big again…”
The Smoothie saw flashes in his eyes as a sudden pain shocked his body, shuddering from an agony shooting from his groin. Big Bear had his testes gripped in one hand, pulling down and squeezing them tightly. The other gripped his shaft and pulled upward, wrenching his cock as he did.
“AHHHHHHHHH!!!!” The Smoothie screeched in a high pitch that made the audience laugh. “STOP! STOP, you’re going to rip my cock off!” “Call that a cock, big man?” Big Bear laughed at him. “You’re not fit to call yourself a man after this, so sure as shit don‘t look like a cock to me. Just tryin‘ to get your little girl clit nice and swollen for ya, so you can pretend it’s big enough to almost please anyone!”
The agony finally halted, leaving The Smoothie with at least a cloud of lesser pain all over. He tried to reach down to cup and soothe his mauled cock, but Big Bear slapped his hands away with ease. The Smoothie’s hands laid limp on the mat in reply, BB shifting to kneel between his widespread legs.
“There’s a good girl now, bitch,” Big Bear muttered as he lifted The Smoothie up by his hips, raising them partly off the ground. The Smoothie couldn’t tell what was coming, but Big Bear seemed a sadistic showman, right at home in the pit, and always one-upping his previous painful stunt. He feared what came next.
It came again suddenly when his ass was suddenly twitching at the touch of something, thicker than BB‘s fingers from before. “No… no don’t!” he panted, flailing weakly with all the force of a leaf in the breeze. “Sorry, sissy. This’ the pit. Men live here, and the men become animals. Losers come here to feed the animals, and you just became the fresh meat!” The cheering fans, the taunting bear, and even the overhead announcer were blocked out when The Smoothie screamed at the top of his lungs. It didn‘t have to be necessarily a bad sensation in itself, but when one was roughly, suddenly, and deeply anally violated by one as thick as Big Bear, with no concern for his partner’s comfort zone, his invading man meat was ruining the pasty boy’s asshole.
Big Bear kept his hands on The Smoothie’s thighs, pumping him up and down over his shaft and keeping his ass raised and angled to fit down over his cock. It wasn’t a position made for sex in general, making his angle pleasing for him but still leaving The Smoothie in tears, clawing at the mat in attempt to get away, or at least be violated in a slightly more comfortable way. Big Bear used him as a personal sex toy, a powerless bitch there only to pleasure his manhood at his leisure.
“Mmmm, nice and tight and warm,” Big Bear grunted. “I could get used to seeing a little hairless whore like you in this pit some more.” “STOP! PLEASE STOOOOP!” The Smoothie begged, all thoughts of winning this fight or proving himself now long gone, his shame thrown aside as he begged for mercy, and for all he knew really, his life. “I GIVE!” He beat his palm on the mat desperately, pleading for some sign of mercy and accepting the loss. No bell, no word from Big Bear on the subject.
It only got worse. Big Bear got his pace going, pumping in and out of his arse. He grabbed hold with one hand of The Smoothie’s cock, twisting it all the way around once and starting to jerk it. The pasty young man wailed and spasmed in pain as the sensitive organ was treated roughly, but BB smiled toothily to see it still growing harder against his will. “Aww, our new bitch likes it!” he shouted to the crowd. His fat cock still pounded like a jackhammer into his rump, aiding and accelerating the rough strokes of his member. It wasn’t so much to pleasure his opponent as it was to steal their cum away, seemingly the last thing inside him that The Smoothie had to call his own. “Don’t you? Don’t you love it, my little pussy pet?”
“OH GOD! NOOOOO, STOP!” The Smoothie screamed some more, sobbing shamefully as he was beaten and fucked on display to a mass of strangers. He coughed up a large mouthful of spittle when Big Bear suddenly smashed a fist into his lower abdomen, just above his pelvis. “That ain’t what he folks wanna hear, skinny shit. Say it! Tell these good people what a sweet little lay you are!” The added agony was all he could bear. Anything, anything to end it all now. “It’s true!” shrieked the body-hair free “fighter.” “I’m more whore than fighter! I’m more bitch than boy! Just let me goooooo!” He pleaded on for mercy. “You’re gonna squirt for me first, princess,” Big Bear growled low. He pumped his cock until it was red from the manhandling, and to his shame and horror The Smoothie felt it start to harden and twitch suddenly. He gasped and panted loudly as his forced orgasm approached. “YEA! Fuck him, Bear!” “Milk the horny slut!” “Jerk it raw, BB!” “Show him how it’s done in The Pit, champ!” “Look at him! Loser’s like a bitch in heat now!”
The crowd egged on the vicious wrestler as he fucked The Smoothie without mercy, his powerful muscles slamming against his victim as he thrust deeper inside his ass. At last, a proper tug of his tool sent cum squirting out of the pained prick. The Smoothie’s mouth flew open for a loud gasping grunt, only for Big Bear to angle his cock so that his own cum squirted into The Smoothie’s own mouth, face, and smooth chest. It splattered over him, sickening for its act alone, but also the fact of just how much had come out of him from the act.
“Told you he loved it!” Big Bear snarled. He pulled out suddenly, his cock wet with the insides of The Smoothie. He lifted his opponent up and threw him onto the ropes again, balanced on his belly over the strong but weathered chord. He adjusted his position before he started to fuck him once more, this time forcing his head up and wrapping a thick, meaty arm around his neck. It cut off his air supply, pressing hard on his throat.
“Mmmm, gonna miss those screams, beautiful.” Big Bear purred into his ear as he rammed him from behind. “But gotta say, nothing gets me off like taking a skinny bitch like you while I strangle em. Your whole life’s in my hands, boy. You’d better work fast and let your big daddy cum, otherwise I can’t promise you come out of this hell hole with all those brain cells in tact.” Not even sure they were all safe now, The Smoothie hacked a bit for air, but forced his body to buck back against Big Bear with his hips. His tight young ass pumped into the invading cock, trying with his pathetic strength to aid his assailant in his humiliating domination.
One arm choking, muscled legs pumping behind his foe’s ass, and his other arm raised in a powerful flex that the fans roared for, Big Bear seemed to be in heaven. The brutal spotlight of The Pit loved him, the announcing doing her part in encouraging the bloodlust of the fans that fed his ego and his erection, stuffing The Smoothie full. He squirted once, deep inside his ass until it overflowed. Big Bear shuddered and leaned harder into him, pumping with a primal might even further than his usual limits for a few seconds.
“Oops! Looks like Big Bear busted in his new toy, folks!” giggled the announcer girl. “But wait… wait…. Yes! That’s not gonna stop him! He’s going back for more!” Big Bear indeed barely slowed his pace, and even that seemed to be more to enjoy it and make The Smoothie suffer more, not out of fatigue. The Smoothie finally blacked out, though his last thoughts were the feeling of Big Bear still pounding away inside him. He felt nothing, thought nothing for several minutes (in the real world; it too felt like no time at all to The Smoothie), then felt the sensation of being thrown aside like a trash bag. The splatter noise when he landed indicated that Big Bear had orgasmed at least once more inside him while he was unconscious, the brutal barbarian never even caring that he was out. He felt himself being lifted during an explosion of cheers, vaguely aware of movement before he felt cold metal. His hazy eyes looked around, seeing his cage around him again.
“Wha… how did I…?” he gurgled before he was even clear on his own thought he was trying to convey.
“You did good. In a way.” The masked goon had dragged him back out. If it was his duty to wash The Smoothie in some way, he was not doing it yet. “The Boss liked it.” “And… my…?” The Smoothie rasped weakly, still a heap on the bottom of his cage. “Freedom? Maybe. We’ll have to wait an’ see. If you did good enough, Boss lets you go. If you did lousy, Boss keeps ya. Of course, if you did TOO good… you might just become a main attraction.”
The Smoothie groaned out loudly, too weak to argue or complain now. Darkness started to overtake him, but out of exhaustion now. “Sleep tight, kid. Might have a loooot more ahead of ya,” the goon said like a disturbing sort of father wishing him good night.
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10/04/2011 9:34 AMA day like any other. His internal alarm clock goes off a few seconds before the clock next to his bed. He slowly opens his eyes and looks up at the ceiling. He smirks with an accompanying eye roll as if to say “here we go again.” He throws off the covers, sits up in bed, swivels around, and allows his extra long legs to dangle just slightly above the floor. Finally, his feet hit the floor and he stands upright. He struts over to the mirror, a part of the morning ritual that nvolves admiring himself and smirking his self-confident smirk. The floppy dark hair is for the moment dishevelled, but that won’t last long. His eyes slowly travel down his six foot three frame; he’s lean and muscular, well above most British men in physical development. His abs are tight, but not overly defined - not quite the “six pack” abs that the models sport in the magazines, but respectable, and if anyone doesn’t agree, that’s fine, because they don’t matter anyway. Least of all the wife who walked out on him unable to stand his combination of narcissism and snobbishness a moment longer.
He reaches under the waist band in his grey Calvins and plays with himself. The early morning “stiffy” is there and upon his touch, grows even more. He admires himself in the mirror; that is one hot body, one that he maybe wouldn’t mind having next to him every morning, but since there is only one of him, he’ll have to settle for himself for now. He runs his free hand up his smooth abs, and then up to his big slab pecs. He tenses them, then feels a little stubble on his right pec. He’ll have to do something about that in the shower - after all, he knows his colleagues call him the “Smoothie” and he is not to know that the name is as much a response to his irritating and superior manner. All he thinks about are those who he imagines might admire him at the swimming pool, or in the shower at the gym, and he surely cannot disappoint his biggest fan - himself.
He struts over to the window overlooking the street. People of all sorts pass by. He moved to this smart flat in the centre of town after the divorce. It’s a little small but it allows him to feel superior to the passers by, the ethnic types and gays especially. He is your classic conservative. Suited, formal, controlling and with the attitudes that go with it. He has mixed feeling about displaying himself in the gym, preferring to work out at home. In the same way he is keen to show off his bod but only if it can be done on his own terms. He quickly retreats into his bathroom, and into the shower where he lets the water beat down on his body as he beats off to the thoughts of … what … himself in all probability. He reaches orgasm with hardly any effort whatsoever, and after an average eruption of cum shaves his torso in the shower (his limbs remain lightly hairy). He can’t be more than 170 pounds – not bad for someone around 40 though some might consider him gangly and his feet and nose disproportionately large. When all is said and done they can go fuck themselves. His naturally big shoulders give him confidence and though the rest of his body started out as a sort of non-sequitur things don't look that way now.
With the towel wrapped around his waist, he thinks about the MMA class he has only been to a couple of times though he told selected work colleagues how well he had made out. He keeps on paying for month after month yet doesn’t attend -maybe he’ll go today, but then maybe not. He has nothing to prove after all.
He only gets a few steps into his bedroom, when he becomes frozen with fear – there are two large masked men waiting for him. “Oh, my God, What the. . .” The Smoothie turns to run but a pair of arms wrap themselves around his neck and start to grind against his carotid artery. The Smoothie struggles to break free of the vice-like grip, but he feels his energy going - his head is swimming and the towel drops from around his waist. The last thing he hears is the mocking laughter of the heavies. One of them grabs his cock and wrenches it this way and that - or did he imagine that detail? No man and only one woman has ever done that and he doesn't like it one bit. Things spin faster and faster as darkness descends. When he wakes he is in another world, naked and caged like an animal. He rushes up to the bars and grips them tight. “Hello? Is somebody there?” he calls out into the darkness. “Shut up!” a gruff-sounding person bellows. “You’ll get your chance tonight. Quit your fucking whining, you yuppie bastard!”
The Smoothie is left sitting in his cage, naked and fearful for some period of time. It was hard to keep track even if he was thinking to, though the lump in his throat distracted him. Eventually someone enters the room, a small, single-doored area where he seemed the only prisoner. A large man in a mask tucked a keyring into his slacks, approaching the cage. It could have been one of his kidnappers, it was hard to tell one masked goon from another. The Smoothie in a simple suit. He rapped a knuckle on the bars, as if trying to wake him up despite Smoothie sitting down, wide awake. “Well, here’s where you make a choice, tiny,” the masked brute said matter of factly. “Your cocky ass owed the wrong people. The boss, he’s the kind of guy who could kill you, make you disappear, and not even your closest butt-buddy would be able to find a trace of you. But boss, he’s generous. He’s willin’ to let you ‘work’ your debt off, understand?” Smoothie looked at him in confusion. He didn’t owe anyone anything more than a dollar for a soda. He would mooch and gloat and maybe gamble with friends, but nothing to build up to kidnapping. “You’ve got the wrong guy, I swear!” “Boss was real clear. Pasty white guy, hairless, more full of himself than he is fulla blood. You’re our boy, alright.” The big man scoffed. “And if you ain’t.... well, you look like a guy who should get taken down a peg anyway.” Smoothie gulped a bit at this. “So... what do I have to do to go free? What are my choices?” The big guy shrugged. “Oh, you only got one choice for that; The Pit. Your choice is you gonna come along peacefully, or am I gonna have to rough you up something worse and toss your beat-up ass into the ring with one more handicap for your opponent to appreciate?” The Smoothie hesitated, but nodded. “I’ll go along,” he conceded. Even if he could convince the guard he wasn’t who he wanted, he didn’t seem to care. Plus, with his MMA training going on, he had to expect he had a decent shot against some random debt-dodgers. “So... I have to fight? Is that right?” The masked meathead nodded as he opened the cage. “You’re our little gladiator, pussy,” he chuckled. “Our boss and his friends, they love a good fight. Men, women, pros, newbies, they love it to death, they do. Had a couple of blondes clawing up eachothers tits before. Had a three-way boxing match before that. The boss man loves his fights, all kinds. And you’re his next show. See that he gets a good match, you might earn your ass out of the pit. Not so impressive, you’re back in the cage for a while longer.” He grabbed the skinny cub by his arm and shoved him towards the door. Naked and outmatched, The Smoothie didn’t dare try and resist much. It didn’t keep the goon from hassling him along the hall. A number of rooms lined the doors, sometimes a shout or a threat or a wail coming from them. Other prisoners/fighters, he assumed. He couldn’t see inside, though, and the guard made a point of pushing him along quickly enough, a destination in mind. He reached the end of the hall, a double door there with bright lights on the other side. A wave of cheers came from the other side. A slim, older man, also with a mask to match the guard’s, came out holding a mop. A bucket was in his other hand, and The Smoothie shuddered a bit to see what looked like flecks on blood in the water. “New kid’s on,” the janitor instructed, walking past them without a second glance. The goon nodded. “Get out there, pussy. And make sure you scream nice and good for those in the cheap seats.” A shove sent The Smoothie through the doors, stumbling awkwardly. He saw he was in a genuine pit, an area with high raised walls of wood and a bit of chickenwire fencing atop it. There was a ring, a worn but sturdy wrestling style ring in the middle of it all, clearly where the fighters took eachother on. He could see a dark area behind the fences, fans screaming and cheering and taunting then, and for nearly every second he was in the pit thereafter. It was a poor man’s coliseum, of sorts, and he was their next gladiator. The Smoothie’s confidence flowed back up, hearing fan cheering at his nude form. He flexed and smiled a bit, at least trying to enjoy the experience however he could. He kissed his bicep proudly before moving to the ring and stepping into the ropes. He stretched out a bit in his corner, wondering what sort of match he would be in for. He got his hopes up for a moment of crushing some weak young man, or a gimmicky wrestling match with a cute bimbo or two. That was very quickly shattered when a woman’s voice on a microphone came overhead. “Here he is, folks! The scrawny smoothie! And his opponent! Back to prove he’s still king of this pit, the powerhouse, Big Bear!” Another set of doors swung open on the other side of the pit, a large, brutal looking man bursting out. He was built like a wrestler, broad and muscled but with a degree of weight and heaviness to him as well. He had a patch of dark hair by his chest and some on his arms, but he too was nude, so it was visible that there was not much else elsewhere. His face and crotch was well shaven, and well hung, already erect from some manner of excitement for his match. His head was a short, unkempt dark brown, or perhaps a fading black. He was in his thirties or early forties, a beefy build of one who clearly used his muscle rather than developed it for show. He let out a proud and enthusiastic shout as he paraded to the ring fearlessly, shoving the ropes aside to step into the ring. The Smoothie was initimidated by the sight of the Bear, but managed to hide at least some of his fear. He gulped, but managed to contain his shivering. Big Bear catered to the fans, pumping his fist in preemptive triumph and clapping his hands over his head to fire them up. He then turned sharply, thumping his chest into The Smoothie’s. Bare pecs smack together and Smoothie found himself knocked backward by the power and weight of the move. “Going down, skinny bitch,” Big Bear grinned at him. “Gonna bleed and milk ya dry.” Smoothie regained his footing and shook off the threat. He wanted to keep his training under wraps, hoping that and his lighter weight’s speed would pull him through the fight for a quick win. “In his first fight, we have Smoothie in the North corner!” the microphone woman boomed overhead. “No wins, no losses, nothing to go by! Give it up for the mystery lightweight!” Cheers and jeers peaked up a bit more. “And returning to the ring, we have Big Bear!! The ex-pro wrestler who actually came to the pit by choice! You might remember Big Bear from the BPWL, where he was forced into retirement after he ‘accidentally’ left an opponent brutally injured in the ring. But that wasn’t enough for our BB! He wanted more blood, more pain, and by god, The Pit is gonna give it to him, right!?” The crowd screamed even louder in praise of the Bear. He stretched out in his corner, big bare cock bobbing as he eyed up Smoothie like a piece of meat. Smoothie shivered, displeased to realized he did recognize the older fighter. He had watched his match when he was a teenager on pay per view, and saw what damage he had done to The Blonde Brawler that night. And he had smiled the whole time. “Fighters! Anything goes, boys! Win by submission or knockout, and fight’s not over til we say it’s over!” the announcer girl called enthusiastically. “Now ding ding ding, bitches! It’s fightin’ time!” Big Bear took off at Smoothie like the unstoppable force his name suggested. The big wrestler rushed his skinny victim, Smoothie yelping and dodging aside quickly. He avoided the charge, but Big Bear turned on him sharply. He grabbed the back of Smoothie’s hair, making him scream out as he pulled it back. Smoothie arched his back to lean backward to reduce the pain, but screamed again when Big Bear smashed a pair of punches into his bent back. Already things weren’t looking good to Smoothie, though the crowd and BB seemed to disagree. Big Bear used his hair and a handful of Smoothie’s ass to lift him up off the mat. Smoothie flailed in the air a second before Big Bear smashed his back down onto his knee, making Smoothie spasm and howl in pain. Big Bear let out a gruff laugh. “That’s it! That’s those screams that get my cock rock hard!” Big Bear gloated. He raised both fists and brought and axe handle down onto Smoothie’s belly, making him gag and bend upward as his abs were bashed in brutally. Bear shoved a hand into his face, shoving Smoothie back towards the mat but still stuck on his knee. He held his face down to hold him still, bashing his fist into his prized abs repeatedly. Smoothie let out girlish squeal with each power blow, scrawny body twitching at the bigger man’s fist work. At last Big Bear threw him off his knee, a sweaty and sore Smoothie hitting messily. Big Bear laughed proudly, parading around the ring flexing for the crowd. Smoothie managed to drag himself to his feet, not wanting to be left at his foe’s complete mercy. But Big Bear stood smiling, arms wide apart. “Come on, this’ no fun,” he gloated. “Here.” Big Bear patted himself on the chin invitingly. “Free shot, mate. Give me your best punch, ya limp-dicked princess.” That got Smoothie steamed, so he was glad to take the offer. He stepped up to the bigger man, ready to show him what he had brought on himself. He wound up his right arm, putting all his weight into it before bringing it whizzing forward at him. On the way over, though, the less than honorable BB smashed his foot up straight into Smoothie’s ball, ending the momentum of the attack as Smoothie’s eyes flew wide, mouth hanging open in a perfect O shape as he double up holding his tenderized cock and balls. The crowd went mad for the cheap shot, and Big Bear laughed along for a moment before spreading his arms out again. They clapped together around Smoothie, grabbing him in a bearhug. It trapped his arms to prevent him from holding his nuts, and the big man’s strong grip wrenched the air out of him. Smoothie was left coughing pathetically as Big Bear hugged him, bouncing him up and down to force the hold on and grinding their hard pecs together, the chest hair roughly scratching his perfectly hairless one. The Smoothie cried out as his powerful arms crushed him like a vice, mashing their bodies together. Bear's thick chest and rock-hard cock crushed into his bare-bodied foe. The hardon landed parallel to his own, mashing and wrestling it in their own miniaturized duel. The Smoothie slapped and shoved desperately at Big Bear, trying to break out of the hold. His thick body deflected the lighter blows easily enough, his pale victim losing strength quickly in the hold. At last he gathered the sensibility to reach up and rake his trim nails over BB's face. They caught him in the eye, angering the bigger man but at least making him let go of the hug. "ARGHHH!" Big Bear snarled, holding his watering eyes as The Smoothie coughed and landed on his knees. He crawled on all fours towards the ropes, the crowd livening up a bit more at the sudden resistance of the smaller, pale young man. "Get him, Big Bear! He's right there!" "Fuck the little bitch boy!" "Go get 'em, little guy!" Big Bear was starting to get his sight back from the dirty move as The Smoothie breathed some fresh air into his aching lungs, grabbing the ropes and using them to pull himself upright. He leaned over the top rope, trying to catch his breath so he could try and turn this fight around on the big blind beastman. As he did though, he didn’t catch on that Big Bear rushed in behind him. Not until his thundering footsteps came right behind him and grabbed his dark mess of hair, shoving The Smoothie down towards the ropes with his neck pressing right down over the top rope. The Smoothie choked and gagged as his throat was crushed on the tight, worn chord, his arms and legs flailed wildly in reflex to the starting suffocation, Big Bear’s face a wide and sadistic grin.
“You like fightin’ dirty, you little shit? Good! You just gave ol’ Big Bear an excuse to get MEAN with ya!” He threw his knee up between the Smoothie’s legs, tagging him right between the nads. It hit hard enough to make The Smoothie scream out and his feet even left the ground for a moment, but Big Bear’s grip on his hair kept him nearby, his sadistic erection tauntingly prodding and slapping against his sweaty ass and back.
Big Bear took a step back, then took a running start at the other side of the ropes. He dragged Smoothie rapidly by his hair, forcing him just as quickly across the ring before he swung his strong arm forward, The Smoothie hitting the ropes so fast and hard he smacked into them, tumbling naked and vulnerably over the ringside and landing flat on the tough wooden floor. He couldn’t find the air or strength to scream as his back cracked loudly onto the ground, rolling around pathetically and holding his spine in agony.
“Ooooh! Looks like our boys are taking it outside the ring!” goaded the announcer over the speaker. “Things are about to get ugly, my horny boys and girls! Real ugly!” The Smoothie didn’t like the sounds of that, so fought his hardest to get back up. He tried to push himself up to his hands and knees as Big Bear shoved his bulk between the ropes in pursuit. He stood over the boy on all fours and stomped his big bare foot onto his back. Smoothie screamed out again and fell back down. “Come on, dick-lick!” he taunted, throwing a heavy kick into his ribs and flipping the pale boy over to his back. “You wanted to fight dirty, didn’t ya?” The big man towered over him, grabbing the groaning and curled up pasty boy by the hair. He dragged him to the edge of the pit, where the walls towered over them both well out of the reach of fleeing victims. He forced The Smoothie up, his feet not even able to stay balanced on the floor themselves at this point of his weakness. He held him up almost solely by the hair and swung him forward, bashing his face brutally into the hard wooden wall. It forced a pained yelp from his victim as his nose and forehead bounced off the wall, nearly a rag doll in Big Bear’s grasp. It didn’t stop him from swinging him again and again into it, a barrage of slams that rattled the brains inside his skull. His nose soon started to bleed, only that seeming to satisfy his brutal opponent. He pulled The Smoothie back from the wall at last, the staggering and drooling yuppie about ready to fall on his own.
Big Bear didn’t let it rest at that though. He shoved The Smoothie’s head under his armpit, trapping him in a headlock-like position. He reached around The Smoothie and abruptly shoved two fingers up his ass, other fingers grabbing onto his butt cheek to secure his grip. This got a sharp cry from The Smoothie as his body tensed up in his grip.
“Ah, that got you up, eh? Like this sorta thing, pain slut? Feels nice and loose back there, so you must be used to this.” BB’s trash talking carried off the wooden walls, so even the screaming fans could overhear the insults and degradation that The Smoothie was put through. With the grip secure though, Big Bear used it to lift The Smoothie up over his head. It was seemingly into a suplex, he feared, but he swung when he was at his peak, whipping him across the brawny man’s shoulders. Big Bear had snared him into a torture rack, and flexed his broad shoulders as he pulled down on the separate ends of The Smoothie’s body. He howled in pain as his middle was stretched, and his legs and neck pulled apart. He remembered Big Bear being feared for this move, which had forced plenty of submissions from tougher, bigger men than The Smoothie, even if it was supposed to be staged. This would be no exception, it seemed, as The Smoothie was weak when he first entered the hold, and he couldn’t bear the hold for long. With his bare body paraded as a symbol of Big Bear’s strength, the whole boy across his shoulders, he swung an arm to tap his surrender on Big Bear’s fuzzy chest.
“Uh oh, we have a submission!” the announcer declared. Why wouldn’t she ring the bell then? The Smoothie pleaded for that small mercy at this point. “Big Bear, do you accept?” she asked knowingly. “Fuck that,” Big Bear snarled, his voice all the gruffer and deeper for the moderate effort he put into trapping and tormenting the skinny fighter. “I ain’t done with this little preteen pussy.” “You heard it, folks! Fight goes on!” the announcer cheered, to the fans’ delight. Apparently, The Smoothie thought, the fight would go on until Big Bear said so. That did not bode well for him…
Big Bear surprised him when he suddenly rushed backward. He couldn’t tell why at first, not until his back smashed into the ringpost behind him. He screamed out, caught between a rock and a hard place as Big Bear leaned back, crunching him into the pole to maintain his agony stretched out across the tough iron pole, pushing his back all the more out of shape.
“AGGGGH!!!” his victim wailed in his trap, Big Bear suddenly cutting off his attack to spin around rapidly. He turned repeatedly, a sort of airplane spin that left the agonized twink dizzy on top of all of it. He felt ready to throw up when the ride came to an abrupt halt, as Big Bear altered his course to bring The Smoothie’s face bashing right into the pole. It made a noise like an aluminum bat hitting a baseball, and The Smoothie made a loud scream at the contact, trying to hold his nose with his one free hand as more blood trickled from it.
The crowd went nuts for the bloodlust as The Smoothie fell limply out of Big Bear’s hold and fell to the floor. He was a beaten mess, the blood from his nose and lips having spattered over his sweaty hairless chest. He panted and twitched, but it seemed all he was capable of right now. Big Bear took the time to regain his own equalibrium from the spin, as well as pose and flex his big body proudly for the crowd. He finally slid into the ring, leaning to the mat and grabbing The Smoothie by the hair. He dragged him into the ring by it, getting a weak wail out of him but no further resistance.
He threw The Smoothie onto the mat, straddling his chest and facing his feet, his toned hard ass just in front of The Smoothie’s face. “That all you’re packing?” he snorted, giving an offensive slap to The Smoothie’s semi-erect cock. It was pathetic compared to Big Bear’s at this point, and he knew it. “Don’t feel so bad, dickbreath. You’ll hit puberty some day and grow some man hair,” he crowed. “In fact, think I know a way to get it nice and big again…”
The Smoothie saw flashes in his eyes as a sudden pain shocked his body, shuddering from an agony shooting from his groin. Big Bear had his testes gripped in one hand, pulling down and squeezing them tightly. The other gripped his shaft and pulled upward, wrenching his cock as he did.
“AHHHHHHHHH!!!!” The Smoothie screeched in a high pitch that made the audience laugh. “STOP! STOP, you’re going to rip my cock off!” “Call that a cock, big man?” Big Bear laughed at him. “You’re not fit to call yourself a man after this, so sure as shit don‘t look like a cock to me. Just tryin‘ to get your little girl clit nice and swollen for ya, so you can pretend it’s big enough to almost please anyone!”
The agony finally halted, leaving The Smoothie with at least a cloud of lesser pain all over. He tried to reach down to cup and soothe his mauled cock, but Big Bear slapped his hands away with ease. The Smoothie’s hands laid limp on the mat in reply, BB shifting to kneel between his widespread legs.
“There’s a good girl now, bitch,” Big Bear muttered as he lifted The Smoothie up by his hips, raising them partly off the ground. The Smoothie couldn’t tell what was coming, but Big Bear seemed a sadistic showman, right at home in the pit, and always one-upping his previous painful stunt. He feared what came next.
It came again suddenly when his ass was suddenly twitching at the touch of something, thicker than BB‘s fingers from before. “No… no don’t!” he panted, flailing weakly with all the force of a leaf in the breeze. “Sorry, sissy. This’ the pit. Men live here, and the men become animals. Losers come here to feed the animals, and you just became the fresh meat!” The cheering fans, the taunting bear, and even the overhead announcer were blocked out when The Smoothie screamed at the top of his lungs. It didn‘t have to be necessarily a bad sensation in itself, but when one was roughly, suddenly, and deeply anally violated by one as thick as Big Bear, with no concern for his partner’s comfort zone, his invading man meat was ruining the pasty boy’s asshole.
Big Bear kept his hands on The Smoothie’s thighs, pumping him up and down over his shaft and keeping his ass raised and angled to fit down over his cock. It wasn’t a position made for sex in general, making his angle pleasing for him but still leaving The Smoothie in tears, clawing at the mat in attempt to get away, or at least be violated in a slightly more comfortable way. Big Bear used him as a personal sex toy, a powerless bitch there only to pleasure his manhood at his leisure.
“Mmmm, nice and tight and warm,” Big Bear grunted. “I could get used to seeing a little hairless whore like you in this pit some more.” “STOP! PLEASE STOOOOP!” The Smoothie begged, all thoughts of winning this fight or proving himself now long gone, his shame thrown aside as he begged for mercy, and for all he knew really, his life. “I GIVE!” He beat his palm on the mat desperately, pleading for some sign of mercy and accepting the loss. No bell, no word from Big Bear on the subject.
It only got worse. Big Bear got his pace going, pumping in and out of his arse. He grabbed hold with one hand of The Smoothie’s cock, twisting it all the way around once and starting to jerk it. The pasty young man wailed and spasmed in pain as the sensitive organ was treated roughly, but BB smiled toothily to see it still growing harder against his will. “Aww, our new bitch likes it!” he shouted to the crowd. His fat cock still pounded like a jackhammer into his rump, aiding and accelerating the rough strokes of his member. It wasn’t so much to pleasure his opponent as it was to steal their cum away, seemingly the last thing inside him that The Smoothie had to call his own. “Don’t you? Don’t you love it, my little pussy pet?”
“OH GOD! NOOOOO, STOP!” The Smoothie screamed some more, sobbing shamefully as he was beaten and fucked on display to a mass of strangers. He coughed up a large mouthful of spittle when Big Bear suddenly smashed a fist into his lower abdomen, just above his pelvis. “That ain’t what he folks wanna hear, skinny shit. Say it! Tell these good people what a sweet little lay you are!” The added agony was all he could bear. Anything, anything to end it all now. “It’s true!” shrieked the body-hair free “fighter.” “I’m more whore than fighter! I’m more bitch than boy! Just let me goooooo!” He pleaded on for mercy. “You’re gonna squirt for me first, princess,” Big Bear growled low. He pumped his cock until it was red from the manhandling, and to his shame and horror The Smoothie felt it start to harden and twitch suddenly. He gasped and panted loudly as his forced orgasm approached. “YEA! Fuck him, Bear!” “Milk the horny slut!” “Jerk it raw, BB!” “Show him how it’s done in The Pit, champ!” “Look at him! Loser’s like a bitch in heat now!”
The crowd egged on the vicious wrestler as he fucked The Smoothie without mercy, his powerful muscles slamming against his victim as he thrust deeper inside his ass. At last, a proper tug of his tool sent cum squirting out of the pained prick. The Smoothie’s mouth flew open for a loud gasping grunt, only for Big Bear to angle his cock so that his own cum squirted into The Smoothie’s own mouth, face, and smooth chest. It splattered over him, sickening for its act alone, but also the fact of just how much had come out of him from the act.
“Told you he loved it!” Big Bear snarled. He pulled out suddenly, his cock wet with the insides of The Smoothie. He lifted his opponent up and threw him onto the ropes again, balanced on his belly over the strong but weathered chord. He adjusted his position before he started to fuck him once more, this time forcing his head up and wrapping a thick, meaty arm around his neck. It cut off his air supply, pressing hard on his throat.
“Mmmm, gonna miss those screams, beautiful.” Big Bear purred into his ear as he rammed him from behind. “But gotta say, nothing gets me off like taking a skinny bitch like you while I strangle em. Your whole life’s in my hands, boy. You’d better work fast and let your big daddy cum, otherwise I can’t promise you come out of this hell hole with all those brain cells in tact.” Not even sure they were all safe now, The Smoothie hacked a bit for air, but forced his body to buck back against Big Bear with his hips. His tight young ass pumped into the invading cock, trying with his pathetic strength to aid his assailant in his humiliating domination.
One arm choking, muscled legs pumping behind his foe’s ass, and his other arm raised in a powerful flex that the fans roared for, Big Bear seemed to be in heaven. The brutal spotlight of The Pit loved him, the announcing doing her part in encouraging the bloodlust of the fans that fed his ego and his erection, stuffing The Smoothie full. He squirted once, deep inside his ass until it overflowed. Big Bear shuddered and leaned harder into him, pumping with a primal might even further than his usual limits for a few seconds.
“Oops! Looks like Big Bear busted in his new toy, folks!” giggled the announcer girl. “But wait… wait…. Yes! That’s not gonna stop him! He’s going back for more!” Big Bear indeed barely slowed his pace, and even that seemed to be more to enjoy it and make The Smoothie suffer more, not out of fatigue. The Smoothie finally blacked out, though his last thoughts were the feeling of Big Bear still pounding away inside him. He felt nothing, thought nothing for several minutes (in the real world; it too felt like no time at all to The Smoothie), then felt the sensation of being thrown aside like a trash bag. The splatter noise when he landed indicated that Big Bear had orgasmed at least once more inside him while he was unconscious, the brutal barbarian never even caring that he was out. He felt himself being lifted during an explosion of cheers, vaguely aware of movement before he felt cold metal. His hazy eyes looked around, seeing his cage around him again.
“Wha… how did I…?” he gurgled before he was even clear on his own thought he was trying to convey.
“You did good. In a way.” The masked goon had dragged him back out. If it was his duty to wash The Smoothie in some way, he was not doing it yet. “The Boss liked it.” “And… my…?” The Smoothie rasped weakly, still a heap on the bottom of his cage. “Freedom? Maybe. We’ll have to wait an’ see. If you did good enough, Boss lets you go. If you did lousy, Boss keeps ya. Of course, if you did TOO good… you might just become a main attraction.”
The Smoothie groaned out loudly, too weak to argue or complain now. Darkness started to overtake him, but out of exhaustion now. “Sleep tight, kid. Might have a loooot more ahead of ya,” the goon said like a disturbing sort of father wishing him good night.