Lyon needed money badly, rent is coming up and he barely has enough for food for the next week. Looking for any way to make a quick buck he saw a poster about a wrestling tournament where he will received a lot of money and an additional special reward at the end of a match. Winning isn't even a requirement. With his fighting experience, he agree to the match.
Later that same evening Lyon arrived at the stadium, he went to the room designated for new participants. They started briefing on what to expect, rules, and more. He had done wrestling matches before so he tuned out, not catching some very key differences in this fight's setup. Go until one wins 10 rounds, each round ends when someone is brought to climax, losers will be enthralled to and serve the victor for a month.
Lyon went to the locker rooms to change into his wresting get-up, running into a Doberman doing the same. The man introduced himself as Tirpitz , Lyon recognized the name from the roster as the one he's be going up against. The dobby was certainly bigger than him, deemed a bit unfair for different weight classes to be fighting, but since he'd be getting paid either way he figured it was more for the entertainment value and potential for unlikely victors. They both changed, eyeing each other a bit as they did, sizing up the competition. And before long the announcement that they would be going up in five.
Lyon made his way to the blue corner and Tirpitz to the red. Lyon expected that he's be able to out maneuver the larger Doberman given his larger size, he'd have to use any advantage he could get to win this. The bell rang in an just a second Tirpitz was upon him "Shit" Lyon thought to himself as the Doberman barreled into him. Instead of throwing blows or getting in pot shots though Lyon felt a hand firmly grab his sheath through his shorts attempting to coax the member free.
"What the Hell?!" Lyon shouted from the unexpected groping, managing to pull himself away from the Doberman with a hard shove.
"Didn't listen to the rules did you?" Tirpitz chided, a smug grin on his face
"It's a wrestling tournament, of course I didn't listen. their rules are always the same!" Lyon protested, Tirpitz getting in behind and putting the African Wild Dog into a choke hold, a hand snaking it's way into his shorts.
"Different rules here buddy, Gotta make your opponent cum. That's how it works here" He spoke so matter of fact-ly as if this was normal. Lyon squirmed but couldn't break the choke hold, not while splitting his attention between the muscular arm around his neck and the hand now stoking his hard canine dick. It wasn't long before he shot his load, he hadn't gotten any for a while and was pent up. Realizing that put himself at a further disadvantage. The roar of the crowd faded to the background, Lyon's head spun but not in the post nut clarity sort of way, he didn't notice the subtly glowing symbols on the floor around the ring bulse with their influence.
Round two started and Lyon felt just a little bit slower than the first round despite having not done much for the first. Tirpitz who was already fast for his size seemed all the faster, what was going on? Tirpitz wasted little time getting Lyon pinned to the mat, his muscular ass rubbing over Lyons still hard member. Round 2 ended with a load coating the Doberman's back, And with it another wave of tiredness yet calming. Getting back to his corner Lyon noticed marking around the ring that weren't there when he walked in, glowing faintly pink on the ground.
Round three Lyon felt even slower, the roar of the crowed was little more than a low hum to his ears, his thoughts felt slugish, and his body felt heavy. Another loss. Round four even more to, he barely noticed when Tirpitz removed his shorts and draped them over the edge of the ring, painting a thick rope of semen over the Doberman's face. Another round lost. Round 5 he could barely keep track of the Doberman's movements, lost. Round 6 his body was like concrete, barely responding to his foggy mind, or maybe it was that his foggy mind couldn't think fast enough to move properly. another loss.
"Your going to enjoy being my bitch for the next month. Don't worry, I'll make up for getting you off so many times." Tirpitz taunted, Lyon snarled in response, He tried to fight back as best he could, but even when he could get a hand on the Doberman's bulge, his movements were uncoordinated and clumsy, hardly enough to do more than make the other fighter hard. Another round lost.
Round 8, Tirpitz was barely trying anymore yet he seemed to be moving like a blur. Lyon tried thinking of some way to come back from this, but thinking right now just made his body move even slower. He half slumped onto Tirpitz' shoulders as the man stroked him off yet again. How could he cum so much in such a short time. Another round lost. Roound 9 Lypn barely made it out of his corner. Tirpitz went to give the crowed a show, flipping Lyon onto his back, The Doberman was tenting badly, but resisted the urge to stick it in. Instead using his fingers, loosening the AWD's read and masaging his prostate with trained fingers. Lyon moaned, his throbbing member drooling profusely. But Tirpitz was measured, spending several long minutes edging Lyon. Lyon meanwhile could do little more than moan and squirm, The fingers inside hurt at first but after what felt like an eternity with his hazy mind it started to actually feel good, more than good even. Eventually Tirpitz brought forth another orgasm, opening his maw to swallow the salty sweet fluid. Another round lost.
Round 10 Tirpitz walked over to Lyon who was slumped in his corner, he was doing his best just to hold himself up at this point. Lyon started to stand but Tirpitz just gently pushed him back and he fell into his corner. The Doberman began slowly stroking Lyon's member as he spoke. "You ready to be my salve for the next month bitch?" he snarked. Lyon growled out "Fuck... you... I won't.... lose". Tirpitz responded with a chuckle "Aww that's cute, you think you have any chance of beating me at this point. You lost well before this round ever started, but we had to wear down your mind first." Lyon moaned, feeling on the edge yet so far from another orgasm. He had to do... something. What did he have to do again? he felt his mind sinking, what was he doing here again? and who was this in front of him? This Doberman... was his... opponent? no this was his master, right? Why was he resisting his master? shouldn't he just submit, it would be for the best right? Master gave him so much pleasure, it was only natural to submit and serve him right? All he has to do is let master do all the thinking, follow his orders, and he'd be rewarded. Something in Lyon's mind clicked and with it a torrent of cum, his eyes went vacant and he smiled up at Tirpitz, his master. He was here to sere his master, and that's just what he'd do.
The announcers called the match, by Lyon didn't notice, all he thought about was Tirpitz taking him by the shoulders and half caring him to the locker room showers to clean up, And for Tirpitz to get a good first use of his new slave.
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