"Get out while you're ahead man. That place is full of blood thirsty assholes..." The advice Chase's friend gave him earlier that night and plenty of nights before echoed in his ringing ears; the dull pounding in his skull making him regret not listening to him sooner. He ran his tongue across his split, trembling lips, wincing when the taste of copper filled his senses.The temptation to wipe the blood flowing freely from his aching nose was strong but he dismissed it, wary of showing the tank of a man infront of him anymore signs of weakness. The red head was still trying to figure out how things went so badly so quickly. He'd fought a handful of men and women in this cage the past few months, most were thick headed sluggers who wanted to muscle their way to the top but he managed to put them all down. Sure, he was only an amateur in mma, but the little he knew was more than enough for the usual fighter he faced here. Maybe he let his win streak get to his head a bit. Maybe his inflated ego convinced him to skip more than a few training sessions. Maybe he should've quit while he was ahead and before he was set up with this sadistic bastard... John...something he heard. Probably wasn't his real name. Definitely had actually training. There was an answer for each of Chase's usual tricks and a worse punishment afterward. Something adding to his frustration was the larger man's enjoyment of it all if the bulge growing in his compressed shorts meant anything.
A few in the crowd called him Major? Usually the younger fighter's confidence and looks would win most of the jeering lot over but tonight was different. They seemed more feral, the air in the abandoned prison even more suffocating than usual for Chase because of it. "Luck's up now, pretty boy! You're fucking DEAD!""Can't believe I put all my money on him. Nobody told me fucking Major would be here...""Knew he was a damn joke. He's screwed..." "Eyes up, Red." The gruff voice brought Chase back to the present, almost startling him. The older fighter was relentless the entire match, Chase barely realized he was given a moment to breathe. He tightened his guard, fist clenching around the grimy bandages they were wrapped in. It didn't intimidate Major in the slightest, only making his slightly bruised and bloody lip quirk in a sneer. It was the only hit Chase could get in and he paid for it tenfold. "You could give up," Major leered, eyeing the red head's heaving sweaty chest, his breaths uneven thanks to the bruises on his abs the older man thoroughly worked over before, "I wouldn't stop. Just know you'd look good if you begged." "Fuck you..." Chase regretted it the moment he spat the words out. His only warning was a slight sharpening of Major's smile before he rushed forward, grabbing the back of the red head's neck and driving a knee into his already abused abs. The force of the blow sent them both crashing into the cage, the sharp rattling of the impact doing nothing to drown out Chase's pained shout. Drool trailed from his mouth to the solid, hairy thigh, practically the size of his torso, grinding mercilessly into his abdomen. The pitiful, pained whined that escaped his throat only feeding the sadist's enjoyment more. "Huh, maybe I was wrong. You sound a lot better like this"~
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