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Dadicus
The concrete under my boots still smelled of bleach and old blood from the previous fights. They’d hosed the arena down an hour ago, but in this place, the stain never really washes out. Not on the floor, and not on us. I rolled my shoulders, feeling the jailhouse ink shift under my yellow briefs and crop top... Provided to me by Officer Steve my handler.
Dadicus
Tonight wasn’t about escape. It was about release. Every guard here knew my name... most hated me, a few feared me, none respected me. Not until tonight. Officer Bracken stood near the chain-link, smirking. That arrogant fuck had been riding me since intake... extra searches, getting handsy, shit rations, “lost” mail. He thought he could break anyone. Tonight, I was going to break something of his. His fighter stood across the chalked circle they’d drawn on the floor before getting into the ring. Soda 888. Bracken’s new pet. The Dog he’d brought to the pit... name given by the officers of this underground ring.
Dadicus
Around us, cops were already passing cash, pointing, laughing. Bottles clinked. They weren’t here to keep order. They were here to watch animals tear each other apart and bet on which animal would get fucked. Bracken caught my stare and tipped his chin. “ Enjoying the view, Dadicus? Soda’s been looking forward to this. Says he’s gonna have you squealing before he finally makes you beg. ” A few of his buddies chuckled. I didn’t look at them. I kept my eyes locked on Soda. “You brought the wrong dog to the fight, Bracken.” Bag Cop Steve chuckles out as he tells me not to fuck this up.
Dadicus
I take one step forward into the wrestling ring . “Alright, Soda,” I grunt, voice low enough that only he could hear it over the noise. “Let’s see what you’re worth.”
Soda 888
The noise of that surrounds the yard is somehow calming to me. The betting, the exchanging of chips and coins, a chaotic sea of cops watching to see who will get defiled in the end. As I sit beside on a stool watching you from the opposite corner, my mind fills with anticipation. You look back to me, like you're intent on destroying me. I've seen that look about a hundred times before, and all those men all ended up in a ditch with an abused ass full of cum. It doesn't faze me that you're next in line, as Officer Bracken puts his palm on top of my head while taunting you. If I do find a way to escape of this hell hole, he will be the first to die.
Soda 888
In the meantime, I look at you, sizing you up. We both survived because we won, it's rare to find someone who's previously lost come back to this ring without a broken mind, sometimes even body.
Dadicus
You're right about one thing... we both survived because we won. But you keep looking at me like I'm just another body in your count. You think because Bracken’s hand is on your head, you’re still his tool. I see it in your eyes. You’re already planning your next move. I step into the middle of the ring. The ref’s hands pat me down, from my boots to my bulge looking for a hidden weapon... My eyes locked into yours never swaying... You’d be surprised what a man can make when all he sees are four walls. But tonight, I didn’t bring a shiv. I don’t need one.
Dadicus
He shouts clear. I get into my stance, eyes locked on you. The noise around us swells... inmates shouting, cops banging on the fence. "hope you prepped that ass of yours... to day it will be all mine" I grunt ... you haven’t fought someone who’s got nothing to lose but the taste of that cop’s smirk. I take a slow breath and wait studying your every movement.
Soda 888
After the ref pats you down, he moves to me, finding no weapons as well. The whole time, my eyes were locked in yours. After giving me the clear, I get into stance. "You don't like Bracken, huh. I'll make sure he gets to be one of the first to ravage your ass when I beat you." I say as I crack my neck side to side. I moved to my left, slowly closing the gap between us. Then once I get in range, I deliver a swift low kick to your leg with my right foot.
Dadicus
I see the ref patting you down... taking his sweet time, hands lingering like he was hoping to feel something more than a hidden shiv. You keep your eyes locked on mine the whole time. Talking about Bracken ravaging my ass. I chuckled. "It’s funny you think you’ll be winning." The ref finally shouts all clear. I start to circling you, feeling the mat under my boots. You shifted left, closing the gap. Then your leg shoots out... a low, swift kick to my right calf. My balance brakes. From the side, Bracken yelled, "Yeah! Kick his ass!" I used the falls momentum to roll, come up on my feet, twisted, and throw my weight into a stiff chop right to the center of your chest. TWACK! The sound sharp, wet... echoing in the room my eyes locked on you.
Soda 888
Bracken's yelling that I should kick your ass distracts me and your counter connects strong as I stagger back. OOF! Immediately after you hit me, it occurs to me that you're not as weak as the others. I might actually get to have some fun. I might be just a piece of meat that can either destroy someone or get destroyed in the eyes of this crowd, but as I look you in the eyes, I decide I'm no longer indifferent about you. I want to conquer you. The crowd cheers at how quickly you countered, pissing me off as I hock a spit to the ground and let out a grunt. "I'm not gonna be sorry for what happens to you after that." I say and then charge at you then give you a one-two hook jab aimed at your abdomen.
Dadicus
Your charge comes fast... a one-two hook jab straight for my gut. The first lands hard THUD! I grunt but don’t buckle. Before the second connects, I try to drive my knee up into your stomach but you adjust, driving another fist deep into my core. The air leaves me. I bend over, as I grunt "mgh". I stagger back a step, catching my breath... ribs burning.
Soda 888
You drive a knee up my guts as I land the second jab, forcing me to take a step back, but then you send up another fist before I can recover, "ACK!" I cry out in pain and take a few steps away to recover as you tell me the fun ends when you put me on the ground. "You cocky motherfucker..." I say with bated breath as I clutch my abdomen, the moment passing briefly as the crowd is silent, almost like we're alone here as we look at each other. With my body still crouched down, I tackle you to the ground and straddle your body, almost like a beast as punch you in the ribs and in your face without a second thought.
Dadicus
The air rushes out of me as you tackle me down your fist sinks into my ribs "ughf" a sharp, sick Crack!. Before I can suck in a breath, your arm is already shooting toward my face.
Dadicus
I block it, forearm against forearm, and use your own forward momentum to twist hard, rolling us both. Suddenly I’m on top. My legs lock around your hips, pinning you. You buck once, but I drive my weight down. My fist slams into your face. Once. Bam! Twice. The third I drive hard into your side Crack!...just like you did to me. Breathing ragged, I lean close, my voice low enough that only you hear it over the crowd’s sudden roar. “Cocky?” I say, as I drive my wight deeper into you. “yes I'm that good”
Soda 888
You stop my rampage, I find myself get carried along as you twist and roll us, putting you on top of me. You hit me, "OOF!" my breath coming out as a hiss as I try parry your second hit on my face again before I can recover "ACK!". It hits but the blow is softened. Before I think of countering, you hit me on my side. "GRRPHH!" I grit my teeth in pain, my arms dropping to my sides as I get dizzy. I feel you lean in and tell me you deserve your confidence because you're just that good- and I get angry, delivering a surprise jab at your side where I hit you earlier, then another at your face with my other arm to try and punch you off me.
Dadicus
Your arm shoots out a hard jab to my side where you already hit me, sharp and deep. Before I can react, your other fist cracks into my jaw, snapping my head back. I slump to the side, one eye squinting through the pain. But we’ve both taken worse in this shithole. As you rear back to strike again, I trap your arm against my body, roll us hard, and pin your other arm under my leg. Before you can twist free, I hook my other leg around your head and pull back... a tight, grinding Navarro hold. Your arms are locked, your back arched against my thigh. I lean into your ear. “What are you gonna do now, you fucker?” I slam my free fist into your gut once... Thud! then twist a nipple hard between my knuckles. The crowd erupts. Whistles. Shouts. “Don’t let him manhandle you like that!” from your bettors. Others yell from my side of the corner, “Fuck him up!” “Grab that cock!”
Dadicus
That’s when my hand shoots down. I grab you bulge through the thin blue fabric, grip tight, and jerk side to side. A sharp, humiliating grind. your whole body tenses. People whistle louder... some are already undoing their pants, watching us like we’re just animals in a cage. Breathing through clenched teeth, I don’t look away from your eyes. “This is all mine?” I grunt, voice sharp and steady. With your arms still pinned, I use my legs to scissor tighter, arching your spine harder. “I'm going to be the one to take you both down your throne” I spit toward the fence where Bracken’s watching, grinning. “I’m fighting to make sure you remember this night every time you sit down.” I jerk my hips against your back.
Soda 888
You trap my arm, your movements still calculated and precise as you pin me in a Navarro hold. I buck as I struggle to get free, my attempts interrupted by you slamming your fist into my gut and twisting my nipple, making me cry out in pain. The bettors from both sides yelling at us as I grunt, twisting my body from side to side as I try to free my arms from your clutch.
Soda 888
Then you grab my bulge and play with it. I look down as I feel it start to get hard, my garment becoming more tight, though I have no time to think dirty thoughts right now. Unlike me, however, the crowd has already started to whistle and cheer as if the second part of the evening has already started. Some even brought out their cocks and started jerking. As I struggle to pull my arms to break free, I look up and see Bracken, his face not even fazed, not even disappointed. In fact, he almost looks amused- as if he's already stopped caring on whether his "dog" would win, and just like the rest of the crowd, is just here to see one man get destroyed and owned by another.
Soda 888
You give me no time to mull it over as you jerk my hips to stretch me more. The pain gives me strength as I was able to get my arm free from your pit. Then I slam my hand into your abs, desperately trying to make your release me from your hold.
Dadicus
I feel you get hard under my hand... thickening through the fabric. I keep working it, twisting just enough to make you gasp. “Look who’s getting all hard,” I growl, my breath hot against your ear. But I get distracted for half a second... long enough for your arm to rip free from my pit. Your hand dives into my gut, knuckles digging deep. My grip on your bulge loosens. I try to adjust, try to retake control, but you send another fist into my core... thud... and my hold breaks completely. We scramble apart, both panting, both flushed. The crowd’s gone wild. Cocks out, hands moving, whistles cutting through the noise. Bracken’s still smiling. He doesn’t care who wins anymore... he’s just watching the show.
Soda 888
I manage to get free from your hold before it became too dangerous. As I catch my breath, I adjust my cock inside my speedo, reminding myself to get revenge on how you played with it earlier. Then I get myself into stance, seeing you get your guard up immediately as I start to close the distance, more calmly this time. I jump into range and jerk my arm, seemingly to hit you again on the side where I hit you repeatedly earlier. I watch you take the bait for the feint and then I deliver an uppercut that lands directly on your jaw and sends you down with your back to the mat.
Dadicus
The world whites out for a second when your fist connects. My head snaps back, my teeth slam together, and I taste copper. The mat hits my back hard and the noise of the crowd floods in, sharp and roaring. My ears ring. I blink up at the lights, breathing through the shock. Clever. I let my guard drop for half a beat, and you made it count. I roll onto my side... My jaw throbs, but the pain’s clean. Familiar. Pushing up onto my hands and knees, I shake my head once. The world steadies. “Good shot,” I grunt, knees bent, hands open. “But you only get one free one,” I say, eyes locked on yours.
Soda 888
I watch you as you push up yo your hands and knees, then shake your head- acknowledging that I caught you off guard, promising that it will be the last one. "Still underestimating me, huh? You never learn." I say, as I run to you before you could get into stance again, delivering an ax kick aimed at your shoulder.
Dadicus
My eyes finally focus just as your boot comes down... an ax kick aimed to crush my shoulder. I catch it with my forearms, using the momentum to shove it sideways, and your balance breaks for a split second.
Dadicus
I burst up from my knees and drive my own boot hard into the side of your other knee. You grunt, buckling forward, and tumble down onto your knees in front of me. Before you can rise, I grab your head with both hands, twist my body, and fall backward... slamming you face-first into the mat in a heavy, punishing DDT. The crowd noise swells, then dips. I roll off you, breathing hard, and push myself up to one knee. You’re face-down, motionless for a beat. Then you stir. I wipe blood from my nose and spit to the side. “Still underestimating you?” I say, my voice rough. “Nah. I just pay better attention the second time.” as I smirk
Soda 888
The world around me is spinning as I rise, my head feels like it's throbbing after the DDT. I feel like the crowd noise is somehow getting louder as I steady myself, shaking my head while you taunt. I see Bracken, he's whispering something to his other men. "You..." I say, looking you in the eye before letting out an animalistic roar. I charge at you full speed and start delivering jabs at you sides, your abs and your face. Fast, reckless, and lethal.
Dadicus
Your jabs come fast... one to my side, another deep into my core. When your hand shoots for my face, I grab it mid-air, twist it hard against my leg, and roll us both down to the mat. I land with your arm locked behind you, pinned under my thigh. Before you can buck, I snatch your other wrist and wrench it back until I feel the joint strain. You gasp. I lean in, my mouth close to your ear. “What’s wrong, Soda? AHHH… let your handler see you scream, you little fucker.” I apply more pressure, feeling the tendons in your wrist tighten. The crowd’s noise swells... some cheering, some yelling for you to break free. Bracken’s watching, cold and quiet, from the fence. Your body trembles under the hold, but you don’t yell. Not yet. I twist a little harder.
Soda 888
I buck under your hold trying to twist my body to get my arms free. But as you apply pressure on my arms, I could only thrash around and grunt in pain. Hearing you tell me to let Bracken see me scream. I instinctively look up at him, my hand clawing at your leg as my body starts shaking. You twist my arm harder and I grit my teeth to stifle a scream as I raise my legs to my knees, trying to flip you off me, like a beast trapped in a hunter's trap.
Dadicus
Your body bucks under me, thrashing like something wild caught in a trap. I feel your shoulders tense, your legs scramble for leverage... you’re trying to flip me. But I shift my weight, adjust my grip, and before you can roll, I wrench your arms up behind your back and lock them tight in a full nelson. My legs come up next, wrapping over your trapped arms and shoulders, squeezing until I feel your joints protest. Your shoulders scream under the strain. I lean forward, my voice low and rough. “What now, Soda? Where’s that cocky champion now?!”
Dadicus
The crowd is screaming, but all I hear is your ragged breathing. I pull your locked arms up another inch, bending you forward. “Bracken’s watching,” I say, louder now so he might hear. “Let him see what happens to his dog when it bites the wrong man.” You’re shaking, muscles trembling under the pressure. I don’t let up.
Soda 888
The relief of feeling you let go was cut short and replaced by something much worse as you lock me into a full nelson. "FUCK!" my cry out, my face strained- but before I could react more, you lock your legs behind me to provide further pressure. My breathing becomes strained as I thrash around side to side. One arm slid off from your grasp but I felt your tight grip on it again before I could even try to escape. I howl in pain as you lock my arms up more, my body trembling as my leg slams down into the mat, trying to resist the pain. The sound is quickly overtaken by the crowd roaring excitedly at my predicament. "Shut the fuck up!" I yell out my voice followed by a faint whimper as I continue to thrash, my legs moving to slam your back into the the ring corner.
Dadicus
You burst back hard, slamming me into the corner. "ughff" My spine cracks against the lower turnbuckle "Tghf... fuck" the impact jolts through me, and for one second, my grip slips. It’s all you need. You twist free, turning to scramble up. But I’m already moving. I lunge forward, grab the waistband of your trunks, and yank you back hard... right into the middle turnbuckle. Your face smacks into the padded metal with a sick THUD!.
Dadicus
Before you can slump, I drive a fist deep into your groin. “Where do you think you’re going?” I snarl, pulling you back by the fabric still clenched in my fist. You gasp, knees buckling. I don’t let you fall. I keep you upright, turned toward the crowd... toward Bracken... and slam my fist a second time in that precious bulge of yours . The crowd’s roar sharpens, hungry. “You don’t leave until I say you leave,” I growl into your ear, my other hand fisting in your sweaty hair. “And I’m not done with you yet... hot stuff”
Soda 888
Before I could put some distance between us and regroup, you smack my head into the padded metal, and then followed it up with a slammed first to my groin, the pain almost paralyzing as I almost fall to my knees. But you keep me up and taunt me, making me face the crowd and Bracken, their eyes wide and hungry.
Soda 888
I hold onto your hand in my hair as I steady myself. Then you drive another fist to my groin and I howl in pain, one hand moving to nurse my balls while the other elbows you sharply to your ribs. I feel you drop me and I fall on my knees to the mat. "You'll pay for this, you- fucking-" I stammer, my legs feeling weaker after you punched my bulge the second time. As I kneel, I drive a fist to your balls as revenge, then aim another at your face as you slump down.
Dadicus
Your elbow cracks into my ribs...sharp, my air leaves for a second. Before I can recover, your fist crashes down on my bulge. "Mgh" I bite back a cry, my body curling inward. Then another shot to my jaw snaps my head sideways. As I'm trapped in the corner, vision swimming. But I don’t stay down you are struggling just as I am. As you loom over me, I drive both legs up and slam my boots into your chest, shoving you back. You stagger, giving me just enough space to rise and get out of the corner. I spit onto the mat between us, my groin throbbing, my jaw on fire. my eyes locked on you and your next move.
Soda 888
Your eyes locked on mine after I retaliated. At this point, both of us have become less mobile as we try to recover from hitting each other in the nuts. I suck in air to fight the pain as I wrap my arms around your waist and drop us to the mat with me on top of you. You buck as we try to grab each other's arms and I aim a jab at your face, attempting to knock you out so I can pin you.
Soda 888
I steal a glance at Bracken, and realize that I can't afford to lose this match. Whatever punishment I receive here will be multiplied by him.
Dadicus
We’re struggling on the mat, a mess of limbs and sweat. You grab my waist and bring us both down, you are on top of me. I try to snatch your arm, but the angle’s wrong. That’s when I see it... another fist coming straight for my face. I lift my legs, wrap them around you like a vice, and with one fluid motion, I roll you back.
Dadicus
We both scramble to get up, but I’m on my feet first. I don’t wait. I launch a superkick right into your jaw as you’re rising. You stagger, dazed. I don’t waste a second. I grab your head, hook your arm, and my other hand finds the waistband of your trunks. With a grunt, I lift you up vertically, muscles burning, and show your weight to the roaring crowd. My strength is the only thing holding you there. I lock eyes with Bracken over your slumped form and give him a sharp, bloody smirk. "This is what happens to your dog." Then I come crashing down, driving the back of your head into my bent knee in a sickening brain buster. The impact jolts through my leg. I let go, and you slump to the mat like a sack of bricks. I'm next to you for a few seconds and start to get my self up.
Soda 888
One second, I raised my fist to strike you in the face, and then everything happened so fast that I somehow ended up splayed on the mats, almost knocked out. Your superkick to my jaw left me in a daze and I could only helplessly grunt in pain as you lift me up in front of the crowd by my trunks, only to deliver a painful brain buster. The lights start to feel blinding as I try to keep my eyes open, and the strength rapidly leaving my body turns to dread as I flip myself to my stomach, moaning in pain. I start crawling away from you, my movements slow, and I hear the crowd chanting "Finish him!", lifting my head to see even Bracken has joined in the chanting.
Dadicus
You’re crawling away from me, slow and broken, the mat under your hands slick with sweat. The crowd is screaming it now... Finish him!... and when I look over, even Bracken is chanting along, a cold smile on his face. "what a mother fucker" I whisper to myself... Then I look at you “Oh, you’re not going anywhere, Soda,” I say, my voice rough but loud enough to cut through the noise. “You’re mine for the taking.” I stride forward, bend down, and grab your head and put it between my legs... with one fluid motion I roll you up onto my shoulders. For a second, you hang there, helpless. Then I slam you down Crack your back hitting the mat in a brutal powerbomb. The impact shakes the floor.
Dadicus
But I don’t let go. I keep hold of your legs, strain already burning in my arms and back, and lift you again. Higher this time, my muscles screaming. I slam you down a second time, Slam! even harder. The crowd is a frenzy now. All I hear is my own ragged breathing and the sound of your body hitting the canvas. With a roar, I lift you one last time... putting everything I have into it and drive you down in a final, devastating powerbomb. CRACK!! I collapse backward onto the mat, gasping for air, my arms trembling at my sides... from the strain of the hold. I just lie there, staring up at the lights, listening to the crowd lose its mind. As I start to roll to the side. On the ground beside me, laying their. Slowly, I turn my head toward you, my chest heaving. “Don't worry he will be next?” I pant, each word a struggle. pushing myself up onto one elbow and a knee.
Soda 888
You don't let me escape, and you deliver powerbomb after powerbomb, slamming me into the mats repeatedly, each gaining a louder cheer from the crowd. By the end of it, I lie unmoving, splayed out on the mat, and you drop beside me, telling me Bracken will be next. "Fuck... you..." I say, I don't know if I care to believe the words of a fellow dog like me. One thing I do know: you seek to claim your prize, to show Bracken his dogs don't faze you. I cough in pain, trying to keep my own spit from choking me as I lay there.
Dadicus
I hear you cough, spit choking you as you lie broken on the mat. Your words are weak, defiant "Fuck you!" but they don’t land. You’re still looking at me like I’m just another dog. You don’t get it. I push myself up, every muscle screaming. My body is done, but my will isn’t. “Oh, fuck me?” I rasp, grabbing your wrist before you can roll away. “Alright.” I roll you over your arm, trapping it between your legs, and wrap my free hand under your other arm, locking my fingers behind your neck. With a ragged groan, I lift you... your legs dangling as you find my thighs to rest on, your back arched. I parade you slowly around the ring. The crowd is screaming, Bracken’s smirk is gone, as I stand before him and all you are is weight in my arms. Then I drop. I crash you down headfirst, your back slamming into that already tender spot on the mat.
Dadicus
The ref slides in fast. You are folded into a tight pretzel... one leg hooked under my arm, my face pressed against your ass and bulge, my hand clamping your other wrist. The ref’s hand slaps the mat. One. Again. Two. He raises his hand for the third. I let go. I don’t look at the ref. I look at Bracken. You’re still curled on the mat, beaten. The match isn’t over. But everyone in this yard knows who won. On my knees beside you, I lean close “Still think I’m here for you?” I whisper, breath hot against your ear. “I just wanted him to know what it feels like to break. Now its your turn… ”
Soda 888
I have no time to regret coughing out my curse as you parade me in a humiliating position in front of the crowd, my grunts in pain drown by all of them roaring and ready to see me get conquered- before you flip and drop me headfirst into the man. You keep me on that hold after I drop, the referee checking in and counting to two as you release me. I lay there unmoving, knocked out. As I regain consciousness, I hear the last phrase, "Now it's your turn..." you say, and I weakly hold your arms in protest, not knowing how you will break me and own me now. "No..." I mutter, and I could only hear you laugh in reply as the crowd cheers.
Dadicus
Your arms come up weak, pushing at mine in protest... a last refusal. I grab them, ignore the push, and haul you up off the mat. You’re dead weight, beaten, but I heave you over my shoulders into a torture rack. Your back arches sharply over my spine, my arms locking under your legs and around your neck. The crowd’s noise swells. They know what’s coming.
Dadicus
I adjust my grip, my biceps straining, and start to bounce you... putting brutal pressure on the tender, battered back I’ve been working all match. You hiss in pain. “Say it,” I growl, my voice low but sharp enough for you and everyone nearby... to hear. “Say you’re a fucking loser.” The ref steps close, watching. Waiting. I bounce you again and again, harder. Your body tenses, muscles quivering under the strain. I lean my weight forward, increasing the bend. “Say it, and I put you down clean. Don’t… and I’ll make sure you don’t walk straight for a month.” another hard bounce on your aching back. The ref’s eyes are on you.
Soda 888
Helpless to stop you as you put me in a torture rack, the crowd drawing as near as they possibly can. One hand tried to hold onto your chest as you show me off, bouncing me on your back. "Say you're a fucking loser." You tell me. "No- fuck!" I try to choke out weakly, the pain in my back flaring from all the times you worked me throughout the match. Then you threaten me, “Say it, and I put you down clean. Don’t… and I’ll make sure you don’t walk straight for a month.” I scream in pain as you bounce me again, not even sure if the words that come out of me were voluntary or a sign that my mind has finally broken when I yell out. "AAAHCKKK, I'M A FUCKING LOSER!" arms and legs flailing around, my voice loud enough for everyone to hear.
Dadicus
“Of course you are. NOW SAY IT AGAIN!!! ” I keep the pressure on, not letting up. Your arms and legs flail, but I’ve got you locked tight. I grab your leg, bend you even further over my shoulders, and jerk you up and down again... each bounce stressing your already-wrecked back.
Dadicus
Then I drop to one knee, taking you down with me. Before you can react, my hand shoots between your legs. I grab your precious jewels and squeeze. Hard. A twist follows. You seize up, a choked gasp tearing out of you. “Say you submit,” I growl, my grip tightening. I pull down on your balls, stretching the fabric, stretching you. “Say it.” The crowd is deafening now... some cheering, some shocked into silence. Bracken’s at the fence, his face unreadable. You’re completely exposed “Say it,” I repeat, my voice low and relentless.
Soda 888
Unsatisfied, you tell me to say it again, my back feeling like it's about to break as you keep me in a torture rack. My grunts in pain get louder as I'm barely aware of what's happening to me, feeling you kneel down. Then I feel your hand reach around and squeeze my nuts. My eyes widen and I whimper, my whimper turning into screams as you twist them. "AAAAAAAHHHH!" I scream, as you force my submission out of me. "FUCK AHHHHH, I'M A FUCKING LOSER! I'M A- PLEASE! I'M A LOSER!" my voice strained and full of desperation. For a moment, I open my eyes and lock eyes with Bracken, his disappointed eyes not even eliciting an emotion inside me as I could only think of you, and your continued domination on my body and mind.
Dadicus
"Say you submit, you fucking jobber." Your words are raw, torn from your throat... I'm a fucking loser... but I need more. I want Bracken to see how I humiliated his little pet dog and who it belongs to now. My hand yanks at the waistband of your trunks, the fabric stretching before giving way. Your cock springs free, already half-hard from pain, adrenaline and humiliation. I grab it, my grip possessive, and make it bounce against your tense abs like I own the damn thing. The crowd roars. Some laugh. Some cheer. Bracken just watches, cold and still. "You already said you're a loser," I snarl, my face close to yours. My other hand is still tight around your balls, a warning. "Now say the rest. Say 'I submit.' Say you belong to me." I give your cock a rough, twisting tug, making your whole body jerk. The ref is hovering, but he won't stop this. This isn't about pins anymore... its about owner ship "Say it."
Soda 888
You demand something that has never been demanded of me before. You demand submission from me, for me to say that you own me. And to motivate me, you even yank my trunks off by the waistband, my cock getting hard as it springs free. You start to grip it and play with it as I plead, "Please man... no more..." choking on my own spit and coughing. My face reddens in humiliation as I plead to you in front of the crowd, the crowd that watched me dominate men in this very ring- now watching me. Then you give my balls a twist and tug and my body stretches out in protest. I start screaming "FUCKING- PLEASE, I SUBMIT, MAN! YOU OWN ME!" repeatedly, as my body tries to jerk away from your clutches. "YOU FUCKING OWN ME!"
Dadicus
“Yes. I do.” I let the words hang between us, heavy and final. Then I fall sideways, dragging you with me, and slam your head into the mat floor. The impact is a dull, decisive THUD!. You just breathe, broken and beaten, beneath me.
Dadicus
I grab the waistband of your trunks and pull them down to your thighs, revealing that firm, pale ass. My hand comes down in a sharp slap... CRACK! against your skin. “This is all mine,” I growl, pressing firmly, then massaging the sting away. Branding you.... your skin welting red as my handprint blooms in your white skin.
Dadicus
My eyes lift and lock across the ring. Not on Bracken this time... on Bad Cop Steve, the handler who thinks he owns me. I hold his gaze as I spread your cheeks apart, revealing that pink, clenched hole. I let a thick ribbon of spit fall right into the crease. Then I lean in and lick slowly, deliberately, from bottom to top. A low, possessive groan rumbles in my chest. I don’t look away from Steve. I let him watch. Let him understand. When I pull back, my voice is calm, clear, and meant for everyone to hear. “this is what will happen to anyone who steps in the ring against me ” I say, still holding you open. “That means I take what I want. When I want” I slap your ass again softer this time, almost patronizing. “You’re mine until I say you’re not. Remember that.”
Soda 888
You slam my head into the mats and I could only be grateful for what pain it caused as your torture to my back and my nuts has finally taken a pause. Then you expose me, stripping off my trunks and slapping it hard, the cracking sound bringing out some gasps from the crowd. I jolt in pain, "Hnng!", as I stay unmoving, resigned to the idea that I have already verbally submitted to you, and there's an unmistakable humiliation in my face as I feel your spit cover my hole before you start to sink your tongue into it. My breathing becomes sharper as I close my eyes, not realizing that I've stopped covering my face in shame as I moan. You tell me I'm yours for as long as you want and I could only answer with "Fuck..." as I start to wonder if the dogs here could really become the master- and the answer will be something I'll never get to experience.
Soda 888
It must be my mind being broken by your torture, or the number of times I've hit my head throughout the match, but as you slapped my ass while you continue to tongue it, my cock starts to get hard, slapping on my belly. The pleasure is definitely there, as I start to arch my back, pushing my ass back to get as much of your face as I can.
Dadicus
I keep eating your ass, my tongue working you open until you’re wet and ready. Your moans tell me everything... the shame, the shock, the unwanted pleasure.
Dadicus
I pull back only to yank my own yellow trunks down, letting my hard, 8'inch thick cock spring free. It’s fully erect, girthy and bobbing for the crowd to see. “Come on… open up,” I grunt, lifting your hips higher.
Dadicus
I press the head against your hole, push past the tight resistance, and sink inside with one long, deep thrust. You gasp, arching back, as I bury myself to the hilt until my balls slap against your sweaty ass. The sound of skin meeting skin echoes in the room... as I start to move, pushing in and out with rough, claiming strokes. Your body shakes beneath me, but i don't let you pull away... you push back, taking every inch. I slap your ass again, the crack ringing out. “Who would have thought you’d be so good at taking it,” I taunt, my voice raw. With my free hand, I grab your hair and wrench your head up, forcing you to look straight at Steve, at Bracken, at every cop and inmate watching. I lean down, my mouth against your ear. “Let them see,” I hiss, thrusting deeper. “Let them all see what happens when their champion breaks and becomes my new play thing”
Soda 888
My eyes roll back as I feel you penetrate me, "Ohhh fuck..." I moan out while you stretch my hole, hissing as I breathe to try and take you in. You don't take your time to make sure I adjust as you start to fuck me like a fucktoy. I stifle my moans in humiliation, but then you slap my ass again, forcing me to cry out. "Hnnmm- Ah!" My hard cock bounces against my abs as you fuck me, spilling pre-cum into the mat as you tag my prostate. You yank my head up, making me face the crowd, some of which are the men I defeated in my matches, all horned up to see this loser being put into his place by the bigger man. Even Bracken could only look amused as he brought out his cock to jerk it. Whether revenge, punishment, or unadulterated lust, everyone in the crowd looks like they want a piece of what Dadicus is having.
Dadicus
I keep fucking you, my hips driving hard and deep, molding your body to mine with each thrust. “Fuck, your ass feels so good,” I grunt, the heat and tightness pushing me closer. My hand slides from your hair to the back of your head, pushing your face down into the mat. “Lick that floor, you dirty fuck,” I growl, grinding you against the canvas. That’s when I feel your body tense up... a sharp, involuntary clench around my cock. I angle my thrusts, aiming for that holy spot inside you, and slam into it again and again. Your prostate takes the beating, and with every hit, you tremble and moan louder, your resistance crumbling into raw, shuddering pleasure.
Dadicus
Pre-cum leaks from my cock inside your ass. I don’t let up. I want you to feel every inch, every pulse as it glides in you, every bit of the shame and the unwanted arousal until you can’t tell one from the other. The crowd is frenzied now.. some cheering, some jerking off, all watching as I own you completely. Bracken’s there, stroking himself, a sick smile on his face. But my eyes are on you, on the way your back arches, on the way you’ve started pushing back against me, taking it, wanting it. “That’s it,” I pant, my rhythm turning brutal, possessive. “Take it. You’re mine now. Everyone sees it.” I slap your ass once more, the sound sharp and final. “And your cock is saying it fucking loves it.”
Soda 888
You fuck submission into me with each thrust and I find the lines are starting to blur as I get lost in riding the pleasure of getting fucked with your thick cock. The pitch of my moans getting higher, and I'm so lost in the moment that I couldn't even think clearly when you push my head down to the mat, telling me to lick the dirty floor. Whatever sanity I had must have left me as I stick out my tongue and start making out with a patch of my own sweat on the mats, tasting its salty tinge mixed with the dirt. Then I feel you start to grind me against the canvas, and my body tenses up as my cock is sandwiched between my body and the mats, forced to grind as it continues to leak precum.
Soda 888
My body jolts in pain as you slap my ass, the cracking sound so crisp. You thrust into me harder and more violent, massaging my prostate as I feel my hole clenching around your cock, not in resistance, but in arousal. I can feel my cock getting close to the edge and I could only manage to say "Please..." after you tell me that I'm yours and that my cock loves getting dominated by you.
Dadicus
“Fuck…” The word tears out of me, low and ragged. Hearing you beg only drives me deeper into a lustful rage. My hand flies from your hip to your neck, gripping tight as I pull you back against me. I start to piston into you faster, each thrust slamming deeper, rougher.. chasing my own edge now. “Aghhh… mghh…” My breath comes in broken, heavy bursts. I’m edging myself, holding back, making this last. Your ass bounces wetly against me with every drive, the sound slick and loud in the charged air. Around the cage, hands slide over metal bars. I can see them... cops and inmates alike jerking off to the sight, to the sound, to the spectacle of you completely broken and taking it.
Dadicus
“You hear that?” I snarl into your ear, my voice thick with exertion and lust. “They’re all getting off on you. On this.” I grind deep, hitting your prostate dead-on, making your body clench and jerk. “You’re not a fighter anymore. You’re a show. My show and they love you for it” I keep pounding into you, my rhythm turning frantic, brutal. My own climax coils tight in my gut, but I hold it, drawing out every second of your humiliation, your surrender, your shameful pleasure. “Come on,” I grunt, my hand tightening on your neck. “Let them see you break. Let them see you love it..." then I whisper in your ear for only you to hear "but you better cum when I order you too or you will regret it”
Soda 888
I start to feel more and more like a fucktoy as you fuck me, your thrusts relentless and my body is powerless to stop you. My cock continues to leak pre-cum, to the point of creating a small puddle on the mats. Your firm hand on my neck keeps my breathing strained, but it only turns me on more as my hand starts to reach back and touch your body, from your abs up to your chest. You tell me not to cum unless you order me to and I'm so lost in the pleasure that I don't even know if I can do it, but I ride the edge as you command.
Soda 888
Looking around the room and seeing Bracken, I could only imagine that he's probably thinking even if his best dog got destroyed tonight, he could always get a new one. And as I continue to get lost in the pleasure, I finally say "Fuck... fuck my sorry ass!" Turned from one man's dog to another man's bitch.
Dadicus
I keep working your hole, my thrusts picking up speed until you’re bouncing against me with each brutal drive. I pull out almost completely, feeling your body clutch at me, then slam back in, my girthy cock stretching and molding your insides. The tight, hot grip of you around me edges me closer, the friction exquisite. “That’s it, Soda,” I grunt, my voice thick with lust and control. My hips piston harder, nailing that weak spot inside you with astounding accuracy. “Take it. Take it like the little fuck toy you are.” Your prostate is a bullseye, and I hammer it relentlessly, each impact making your body jolt and shudder. The wet, slapping sounds of skin on skin mix with the crowd’s fevered shouts and the low buzz of the floodlights. I can feel your cock leaking onto the mat beneath us, a puddle of your ruined pride. "what did I say" I grunt. My hand, slick with sweat, grips your hip hard enough to bruise. As I keep thrusting relentlessly “Look at you,” I snarl, angling my thrusts deeper. “You came in here a champion. Now you’re just a hole for me to use. And you love it. I can feel you fucking love it.” I lean over you, my chest pressing against your sweaty back, my mouth by your ear. “ How does it feel to be mine now... I own you”
Soda 888
As you continue to fuck me, my cock continues to throb and leak pre-cum onto the mats. My body, feeling like it's going to pass out but not quite getting there, is hanging onto your every word like hypnosis. You tell me that I'm just s fucktoy who loves getting fucked by you and I feel it get seared into my brain. Then you tell me that you own me... and I moan out as my body shakes, my untouched cock unleashing ropes of cum into the mats under us. "Ohh fuck..." I whimper out as you don't stop relentlessly fucking me. I'm starting to feel like this is only the start.
Dadicus
I see it... the thick, hot ribbons of your cum shooting onto the mat beneath us. Your body shakes and surrenders, but I don’t stop fucking you. Not even for a second. “Who said you could cum? AHH!” My voice cracks through the noise, sharp and commanding. In one fierce motion, I haul you up off the mat and lock you into a back rack again. Your spine arches over my shoulders, your body bent and exposed. My free hand wraps around your chin, pulling your head back, while my other hand slaps your balls... once, twice... stinging and possessive.
Dadicus
Then I grip your still-throbbing cock and start jerking you fast and hard, my fist pumping your length as I keep you pinned over my shoulders. “You want to cum?” I growl, bouncing you lightly against my body “Then let’s really have you cum... for me.” I work you ruthlessly, milking every twitch, every pulse, while my shoulders keep driving into your back. The crowd is roaring, but all I hear is your broken whimpers, frantic moans. “That’s it,” I snarl “You don’t stop until I say stop. You don’t cum unless I allow it. You’re mine to use, Soda. ” as I keep edging that tender area.
Soda 888
"Who said you could cum? AHH!" Your voice sends chills down my spine and my heart starts to pound in dread right after I came. I felt myself getting lifted off the mat, and I scream in pain as my back gets bent, one hand sending my head back by my chin, and another hand slapping my balls. "AHHH! SHIT!"
Soda 888
With my cock still hard, you start pumping my cock, all while you keep torturing my back. My screams turn to whimpers as my arm holds onto your chest for some stability. Your voice is commanding as you remind me that I am not to do anything unless you tell me to. "Fuck! I understand! I give! I give!" Somehow submissions are what came out of my mouth as you continue to keep me pinned, my cock throbbing on your hand, close to cumming again.
Dadicus
“You give?” I snarl, my hand still working your cock, squeezing and stroking with a punishing rhythm. “You don’t give anything unless I take it.” I keep edging you, pushing you right to the brink... feeling your cock throb and leak in my grip... Every twitch, every pulse, is under my control. I press deeper into that tender, reddened area, raw now from the relentless jerking and abuse it suffered earlier. “Didn’t you want to cum?” I taunt, my voice rough and low in your ear. I jerk you faster, rougher, my other hand pulling down on your neck, arching your back even further over my shoulders. “ Show everyone how broken you really are.”
Dadicus
Your body twists and jerks against me, caught between pain and overwhelming arousal. I don’t let up. I own every gasp, every shudder, every helpless buck of your hips. “That’s it,” I grind out, my own climax coiling tight but held firmly at bay. “Let everyone see what happens when a champion falls.” My hand works you relentlessly, milking you after release. The crowd’s noise fades into a dull roar. All that exists now is you, bent and broken over me, and my will driving you toward surrender. Edging and jerking you raw even after you don't have anything else to give.
Soda 888
You've totally broken me, my hard sensitive cock at your mercy as you continue to stroke it, getting me to the edge even though I'm probably already depleted. My whimpers turn weak as I get humiliated in front of the crowd, the lights over the ring blinding me as you continue to carry me over your shoulders. I'm speechless as you get me closer and closer to the edge. Soon enough, my whimpers get more desperate as I feel the orgasm coming, and my cock starts to weakly leak out cum into your hands. The crowd roars as they watch me orgasm again on your shoulders.
Dadicus
“I don’t think this little fucker has had enough,” I snarl, my hand still working your spent cock as another weak stream of cum spills over my fingers. “Looks like my new boy toy loves to moan.” I nod toward Bad Cop Steve, then glance past him. The gate grinds open, and a few familiar faces stride in... inmates you’ve beaten, fucked, humiliated in this same ring. They’re already undoing their jumpsuits, eyes locked on you. With one swift motion, I drop you from my shoulders onto the mat. You land hard, gasping. Before you can move, I grab your arms, wrench them behind your back, and push my cock back into your hole from behind in a tight, controlling prison guard hold.
Dadicus
You gasp, mouth falling open and right then, one of them shoves his thick cock past your lips. Another kneels next to you, taking your sensitive, leaking cock into his mouth. The crowd screams. Bracken watches, cold and amused. I lean down, my mouth against your ear. “What now, Soda?” My voice is low, vicious. “You used to own them. Now you’re just a hole for all of us.” I thrust deep, keeping you pinned and used as the others take their turn. “Suck,” I growl. “Show them how good of a cocksucker you really are.”
Soda 888
OOF! You drop me to the mats, my cock still leaking a bit of cum. Then before I even realize what is happening, you grab my arms and wrench them behind my back as you force me up. As my vision starts to clear, I see familiar faces- inmates I've defeated and owned in this ring. I don't remember their names, but their faces tell me they have not forgotten, but before I could even react, I feel your cock make its way inside me again, much easier this time. "OHH!" I moan out, my open mouth immediately taken advantage of by one of them who pushes his hard cock down my throat, immediately starting to face-fuck me while another goes under me to take my sensitive cock in his mouth.
Soda 888
They start to take turns using my mouth as you continue to your abuse to me from behind. One of the men cums as he pushed his cock deep in my throat, forcing me to gag and choke and cough. Soon enough, I lost myself again in feeling overwhelmed as I'm forced to serve all of these men. At some point, I felt my wrists getting cuffed while they passed my face around as you fuck me. Then I saw him. Bracken himself gets inside the ring, his stout frame forcing the other men to back away slightly. "Mind if I have a shot at him?" he asks you.
Dadicus
I watch them use your mouth... one after another, fucking your throat until you gag. Your wrists locked behind you, leaving you completely open and helpless. I keep ramming into you from behind, each thrust driving you forward onto the next cock, each gasp choked and wet. Then I see him. Bracken pushes through the others, his stout frame shouldering inmates aside like they’re nothing. He doesn’t ask twice. He grabs your hair, yanks your head back, and rams his cock into your already-used mouth until you gag hard, your throat working around him. He holds you there, not letting you pull back, watching tears track through the grime on your face. When he finally releases you just long enough for you to gasp, he shoves right back in, fucking your mouth with the same cold ownership he’s always shown. My jaw tightens. My thrusts get rougher, angrier. He’s taking what’s mine... but right now, your whole is mine. Because seeing you like this, used by him too, only drives me deeper, hotter. I’m close, so close, my own release coiling tight in my gut.
Dadicus
My voice a low, possessive growl over the noise of the crowd and the wet sounds of your humiliation. “Look at you,” I snarl, pounding into you harder. “His champion. Now just a hole for him too.” I shift my grip, pulling your arms higher up your back. “But you know who’s still fucking you? Who you still belong to?” I don’t wait for an answer. I slam into you one last time, my rhythm turning frantic, almost final. My hips stutter, my own climax building, as Bracken grunts above you, forcing your head down onto him. The ring is a chorus of groans, shouts, and the slick, brutal sounds of skin on skin as you are worked from all sided.
Soda 888
I gag on Bracken's cock as he face-fucks me, his fat cock stretching my jaw as I feel his hands on my neck and the back of my head. My cock starts to leak pre-cum as I'm thoroughly used in both sides, feeling like an actual fucktoy. You continue to keep me close to you, possessive against Bracken as you remind me who I belong to. My head is empty except for the domination that you continue to thrust unto me, tears forming on my eyes as I moan. Then Bracken grunts and thrusts hard and I feel his cum surge inside me, filling my throat, making me cough and gag as you start to increase the intensity of your thrusts as well, like you're close to your climax. Bracken pulls out and slaps his cock on my face. Then he smacks me with the back of his hand, "ACK!" looks to you, and says "I'll find another dog to destroy you." before walking away. Before I could finish saying "Sir, please-" my open mouth was made occupied by another man's cock as the crowd starts to flock me again.
Dadicus
I chuckle darkly as Bracken’s threat hangs in the air. My thrusts never slows down... if anything, they grow harder, deeper, like I’m fucking him through you. “Keep sending them,” I growl, my voice raw and low. “I’ll break each one of them until the only dog left is you.” He lets go of your face and slaps you... SLAP!! a sharp, dismissive crack. Your head whips sideways from the impact, but before you can even groan, another inmate shoves his cock into your open mouth. Bracken and his cops think they own this place. But this ring? This shame? Tonight, it’s mine.
Dadicus
With a wet, heavy sound, I pull my cock out of you. “Lift this fucker up,” I command, my voice carrying over the chaos. “I think it’s time I show them who this ring belongs to now.” Hands grab you... under your arms, behind your knees and hoist you into the air. They spread your legs wide, holding you open, vulnerable. I get under you, my cock hard and throbbing, and nod once. They lower you onto me, and I thrust upward, sheathing myself inside you in one brutal, claiming thrust. The sensation is overwhelming... heat, tightness, total possession and I feel my own climax coil dangerously close.
Dadicus
One of the inmates starts jerking your raw, red cock again. Another hooks a hand over your mouth, muffling your cries, while a third twists your nipple, cruel and deliberate. You’re being broken from every angle, used in every way, a degrading spectacle of complete surrender. My hips piston upward, driving into you again and again, each thrust a promise. “Look at him!” I shout, my eyes locked on Bracken as he watches from the fence. “This is what happens to your dogs. This is what happens to anyone you send after me.” The crowd is a fever dream of noise and shouts, but all I see is you... impaled, exposed, utterly mine. My breath comes in ragged gasps, "MGH.. UGH!!! " my muscles burning, my release building like a storm. “You’re mine,” I grunt, my voice breaking with intensity. “Even when they use you, you’re mine. SAY YOU ARE MINE!! ” And then I’m there... right on the edge, ready to claim every last piece of you.
Soda 888
The inmates carry my body up, spreading my legs apart and exposing my hole, now looking a little bit more loose as it blinks. That short moment of respite that I used to catch my breath was quickly cut short as I feel your cock enter me once more, "Ohh..." my moan garnering some laughter, with some inmates even spitting on me. As they laugh, they start to play with my body, stroking my spent and aching cock, twisting my nipples, and making sure my moans and whimpers are loud as one of them hooks their fingers into my mouth. My cock starts to get hard again as I continue to get lost in the mix of pain and pleasure, your words barely making sense to me. "Say you're mine" I hear you command, and my head just lolls, my face dejected, as it doesn't take a moment until I say "I'm yours... You own me... now..." Then, behind you, at the center of the ring, they start to hang a sex swing, with cuffs for the wrists and ankles. The inmates start cheering.
Dadicus
They keep bouncing you on my cock as I thrust upward, your hole gripping me for dear life, edging me even closer. “I’m gonna cum… mghh. I’m gonna c…u…m!!!” My voice breaks as I finally burst, ropes of warm cum flooding deep inside you, breeding you over and over while they keep up the rhythm. “Yes… fuck… take it all in… aghhh… GHH!!” I pulse into you, spent, as cum drips down your used hole and onto my shaft and balls.
Dadicus
They don’t stop bouncing you on my now tender, oversensitive cock. “Let go,” I grunt, but Bad Cop Steve barks, “Keep the pressure going.” “Aghh… mghh…” My body tenses at the overstimulation, my back arching. “Fuck!!” as the cum makes you slide in and out.. faster... my mushroom head getting over stimulated.
Dadicus
Then I feel it... a sharp, sudden sting on my balls. “MGHH!!” Another slap. “AGH!” My body jerks from the impact. Steve nods at the inmates to finally stop. He leans down, his face close to mine. “Remember. You’re mine. So you better know your place.” He straightens up and turns away as they pull you off me. I slump forward, cupping my aching balls, breath ragged. “Fuck,” I spit under my breath, glaring at Steve’s back. “I’ll get my revenge.”
Dadicus
But Steve is already claiming his prize. He directs the inmates to haul you to the sex swing hanging at the center of the ring. They cuff your wrists and ankles to the straps, spreading you wide open once more... a fresh canvas for his use. He undoes his belt, pulls out his cock, and steps up to you without a word. I watch, jaw tight, as he takes what he thinks is his. But in my head, I’m already planning. This isn’t over.
Soda 888
I feel the warmth as you cum inside me, my eyes fixated on your strained face as they force my body to continue thrusting on your cock. "fuUck..." I continue to moan helplessly, barely registering that they've started to torture you post-orgasm until I hear you cry out in pain, and then Bad Cop Steve ordered the other inmates to finally pull you off me. Cum drips out of my loose ass as they haul me into the sex swing. My body starts shaking as more men start to surround me now.
Soda 888
Bad Cop Steve pulls out his cock and starts to fuck me, his thrusts violent, and I moan loudly as I raise my head, seeing your face in between the gaps of the crowd. At the end of the day, we're both still this prison's dogs, I think, before another cop pulls my head down and starts to fuck my throat. My screams continued to echo through the walls the whole night as the inmates fucked me one by one.
~The End~
Published: 2026-08-19, viewed 157 times.
Aaron Gamy
2026-08-23 17:47When I read this story, I got exceptional pleasure from the work of these guys. Very hot sex.
BraveAjay
2026-08-20 10:28Namaste - नमस्ते, Is there anything hotter than seeing two handsome men all over each other? And when the action takes place in a prison full of horny inmates and sadistic guards, brutal eroticism is guaranteed. Thanks to both of you, hunks, and thanks for sharing your story on The Shelter.
Dadicus
2026-08-20 13:26(In reply to this)
TY so much for reading and taking the time to comment! ^^ I really appreciate it.
Dream Breaker
2026-08-20 10:05This was definitely one of the hottest matches I’ve “seen” in a long time. Both Soda888 and Dadicus proved themselves to be tough, skilled fighters, and both knew the stakes were high, neither wanted to face the loser’s fate. In the end, Dadicus claimed victory and humiliated Soda888 in a brutal way; the other prisoners, and even Soda888’s host, Bracken, got their share of the “prize.” The match was full of powerful blows, subduing holds, cum, blood, male musk, and sweat, not to mention post-orgasmic torture.
But was the real winner actually my friend Bad Cop Steve? I might have to ask him to visit your prison and get to know his “dog” a little deeper.
Great fight and great writing from both of you guys! Congratulations.
Dadicus
2026-08-20 13:21(In reply to this)
Thank you so much, Dream! I’m really glad you enjoyed it, and I truly appreciate you taking the time to leave a reply. ^^
Bad Cop Steve
2026-08-20 02:04That was a fun match to read. I do have one of the toughest and hottest dog to handle in this prison. Well done guys Cheers!!
Dadicus
2026-08-20 03:08(In reply to this)
Bring it Steve... Cant wait!
JJayJace
2026-08-19 08:31Another win for my Big Bro. He did a great job and kicked Soda's ass. Also fighting Dadicus is not an easy task, so good job both. I enjoyed Big Bro's victory as well.
Dadicus
2026-08-20 13:22(In reply to this)
Glad you enjoyed it Little Bro
JJayJace
2026-08-19 08:28My message was duplicated. Hahahah.