Justin
awoke with a strange discomfort in his stomach.
He
tried to tell himself that it was merely the fact that the semester
was officially over, which meant that he had been under Aiden's thumb
for at least four months. Not that he hadn't noticed much difference
between the last day of classes and the last final. Aiden had cracked
his books a little more than usual but that had been the case ever
since Emma had forced him to break it off with the other girls or
well, Kimberly specifically since she had helped the giant study.
The
enormous frat brothers still partied more than anything else. The
roar of their antics always ringing in the little man's ears,
regardless of whether he was trapped in his cage, inside Aiden's
sneaker, or cowering on a beer pong table. The shrunken man figured
that between their money, their magic, and their connections that
none of them really had to worry about their grades for any reason
beyond personal pride.
Though
Aiden seemed to take more pride in simply skirting by, since from
what Justin had gathered the boy would be making easy money working
for one of his dad's friends the moment he graduated. All the effort
that other people put into school was clearly nothing more than a
joke to the behemoth.
His
eyes drifted to where Aiden slumbered, his mountainous frame even
larger thanks to Emma curled atop her boyfriend's chest. The sight of
the pair made his stomach churn even more and Justin was forced to
admit it wasn't the months of captivity that were making him feel
nauseous.
It was
what had happened the night before.
Aiden
had mentioned that he was meeting up with the girl that night to
celebrate the end of finals, which was why Justin had been on the
floor cleaning the scuffs off the latest pair of sneakers the giant
copped. The dark gray and blue Asics with their chunky gel soles
reminded Justin of the kind of sneakers nerdy kids had worn to high
school when he was a kid but the giant boasted about how they were a
collab with some up and coming designer. When he presented the pair
to the shrunken man, Aiden had held the sole over him and laughed,
“Seven hundred bucks on StockX, little dude. What was that? A
week's pay for you?”
Justin
had swallowed the indignity that rose within him, amazed that
anything remotely approaching the emotion could still swell within
him at all after months as the giant's plaything.
Once
the shoes met Aiden's standard, he was scooped up and tossed back
into his cage, the grunt he let out upon hitting the bare plastic not
even catching the giant's attention. He watched Aiden leave and let
out a sigh of relief when the door slammed shut.
He fell
into his usual haze of not quite unconsciousness for who knew how
long before the door crashed open and the pair walked in. They both
were dressed casually with dark sweatpants hanging off of their legs
and draping over their sleek sneakers where snow melted in light
trickles. Aiden was already pulling his beanie and hoodie off to
reveal the tight t-shirt he had on underneath while Emma yawned and
unzipped her shiny puffer jacket.
She had
just shrugged out of it when her bright blue eyes were suddenly glued
to Aiden's bare back as he pulled the shirt off over his head. The
tall brunette let out a low groan of excitement as she looped an arm
around his stomach and pulled him into a tight embrace. She was just
tall enough to bring her chin up over his shoulder so that she could
kiss his neck and jaw before gently nibbling his ear.
“I
thought you were tired, babe...” Aiden's voice was a low sleepy
rumble through the sky.
“I
was but then we walked through the cold all the way back here and you
took your shirt off in that sexy way boys do...” Her long nails ran
up and down his back, leaving faint red marks while she growled, “So
now I'm wide awake.”
She
wrapped him up in her arms and nuzzled his neck once again while he
simply stood there, his chest rising and falling. Justin could see
the sweatpants stretching to accommodate Aiden's growing manhood so
he knew that the giant was merely playing at turning down his
girlfriend's offer for sex.
Time
seemed to stretch and Emma let out an excited whine.
Aiden
chuckled as he turned around, easily sweeping the giantess off of her
feet and pulling her into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his hips
and they were immediately making out, the giant not even wavering
beneath her weight as the kisses became deeper and sloppier. When
they both finally had to stop and simply breathe, Emma's eyes drifted
to where he sat in the cage, her wet lips stretched into a devious
grin.
“What?”
Aiden boomed, his dark eyes following her gaze, “Since when do you
care if he watches?”
“I
don't, it's just that finals are over,” her legs snaked down
Aiden's and she slid out of his embrace. The cage started to shake
while her body filled the shrunken man's vision. There was a hunger
to the way that she looked at him that sent Justin stumbling
backwards even though he knew there was no escape.
The
quaking grew more intense as Aiden walked up beside her, one hand
wrapping around her waist to travel beneath her thin white tank top
while the other played with its thin spaghetti strap. The giant
pressed his full lips against the top of her head and his dark eyes
settled on Justin, “What? Do you want to give him a little gift or
something?”
“I
mean, look at the way he's looking at us,” Her head tilted, like
she was considering Justin for the first time.
“Yeah,
he's fucking scared of us. Who wouldn't be? How many times have we
almost crushed him...”
Emma
giggled, the sound dark rather than girlish, “No, look at his
little dick.”
Aiden's
eyes widened and Justin couldn't keep the embarrassment from filling
his tiny body. A low laugh rumbled through the world, “Is he turned
on?”
“Can
you blame him?”
She
turned to look up into the giant's brutish face and after a long
moment, Aiden finally shook his head, “Nah, I can't...”
“Then
let's give the little man what he wants...”
Her
hand unlatched the door to his cage then slithered inside of it, her
long fingernails now a deep crimson that melded into hunter green at
the tip. Justin stared at the sharp edge of her claw-like nails while
they wrapped around his shaking body.
He was
lifted into the sky to be immediately passed off into Aiden's immense
paw. White fabric blurred by before his little body was pressed
against smooth blistering hot skin. Justin couldn't stop the moan
that exploded from him when his member sank into Emma's shockingly
soft stomach. He tried to tell himself that the pair were half his
age, maybe even younger, but that did nothing to quell the storm of
arousal that filled his little body.
Justin
was dragged up until he could feel heavy breasts contouring around
his little head, even Emma's small bust big enough to suffocate him.
The shirt around him shifted then disappeared before he was slid
between the pair. Emma's moans shook him to his core, each rattle
accompanied by a wave of pleasure as he started to greedily breathe
in her scent.
The
world shifted and for a single terrifying moment, Justin hung
suspended between Emma's breasts, just their size and weight enough
to keep him aloft. Then he was smashed into Austin's broad chest, all
the air knocked out of his body in an instant while the pair made out
above him. The sound of their kissing rang in his ears while every
hungry push against each other left Justin gasping madly for air that
tasted of them. Their scent and sweat was so intermingled that the
little man couldn't even tell whose was whose and the worst part was
that he didn't even care anymore.
The
pair's pants hit the floor below with a thump and everything shook as
they kicked off their shoes. He was passed off between their gigantic
hands, his body squirming while his mouth hungrily reached out to
kiss their warm fingers. The little man knew that they were laughing
at him and his skin still burned with the humiliation but after
months of licking nothing but the bottom of their feet, he wanted to
really taste them; the way they did when they kissed each other.
He
deserved to know, Justin told himself as he landed on the soft
pliable surface of Emma's belly. You could only be teased with
someone's scent for so long through their old clothes and the barrier
of shoe leather before you were filled with a burning need. For
months, the tiny man had pushed away how horny the pair made him but
all those barriers melted away in an instant.
The
world began to shudder around him and the rhythmic slapping that
echoed along with the pair's heavy breathing told Justin that
foreplay was over.
Looking
up, he found himself beneath the giant's sculpted torso, which flexed
from each one of Aiden's powerful thrusts. The giant's eyes were
locked with his gargantuan girlfriend's, neither of them caring about
Justin giving in to his base instincts on the girl's stomach.
The
little man moaned and thrust his own rock hard cock against Emma's
body, which rattled with a moan in response. He knew it was from the
powerful strokes of his gigantic captor but Justin told himself that
it was for him as he fucked her soft flesh harder and harder. His
breathing hitched with excitement while his body started to shake and
then the orgasm tore through him.
His
little roar of triumph was completely covered up by the pair's own
noises and everything still shook as he flopped over onto his back, a
thick white load oozing out of his own penis. He stared at the sludge
coming out of him, the sight of Aiden's immense cock going in and out
of Emma's pussy in the distance reminding him of just how small he
was. Justin knew that he should feel shame or embarrassment but all
he felt was relaxed for the first time in months.
Aiden's
orgasmic thunder made the fillings in Justin's teeth rattle and
Emma's own excited whines reached a fever pitch that left his whole
body tingling.
The
giant didn't pull out though, he kept pumping inside her until her
whole body seized with ecstasy. Only as she lay panting in the
afterglow of her orgasm, each one of her breaths rocking Justin
about, did the giant slow down his strokes and then finally pull out.
He
landed on his side, his eyes already half-lidded and a sleepy smile
on his face.
Emma
leaned up and kissed him while her fingers came down to pluck up
Justin's limp form.
An
acrid and salty smell brought him back to the frightening reality of
his shrunken existence as he was deposited onto the sticky wet spot
between the giantess's legs.
“Your
master whipped you up the perfect dessert, little man,” She giggled
and Aiden snorted while Justin was left trembling before her slick
womanhood. Her fingers came down and spread apart her labia to reveal
the white sludge trickling out of her, “Enjoy your creampie.”
The
sheet squelched beneath his hands and knees as he crawled forward,
all the joy and relief he had felt replaced with the fear and
humiliation that had hung over him like a cloud since Aiden shrunk
him. He could feel their eyes on him as he started to lick the cum
away, the familiar taste of the giant's spunk mingling with the sharp
tang of Emma's juices.
Soft
voices rumbled overhead, their attention drifting away from his toils
after the first few licks. By the time he was finished, Aiden was
deep asleep and the only light in the room came from Emma's phone.
Her
long nails came down and plucked him up before she carried him back
to his cage. He stared up at her, his stomach roiling from his
'dessert', and he could see her eyes flicker toward him in the blue
light cast by the screen.
Emma's
impassive expression softened and she bent down toward the floor.
“Here you go, little man,” she cooed while feeding her black
ankle socks through the door of his cage, “I did promise to spruce
up your cage a while ago, didn't I?”
The air
suddenly smelled of her feet, strong but not entirely unpleasant. His
voice cracked as he stared up at her, “Th-thank you!”
She
waved her hand dismissively, “Don't worry. I'll talk to Aiden over
break and next semester we'll get you some toys and maybe a little
wheel. You won't even recognize this place when I'm through with
it...”
The
smile on Justin's face faltered as he listened to her talk about him
like he was an animal in the zoo. It returned though when he watched
her turn around and walk back to the bed, her hips swaying and making
her taut buttcheeks almost bounce with her every step.
The
more he thought about it, the more Justin tried to tell himself that
it was all the cum he had swallowed the night before rather than the
emotions that rushed through him that were making him feel bad. He
knew that it wasn't entirely true and that at some point he'd have to
reconcile everything that was raging inside his shrunken head but he
figured he'd have the entirety of Aiden's winter break for that kind
of introspection.
Emma
stirred on the bed and a moment later she slid off of it, stretching
her trim frame up to the ceiling within a few seconds of her feet
hitting the ground. A smile appeared on her lips as she surveyed the
clothes scattered across the floor and she walked about, getting
dressed in the same clothes that she had on the night before. The
giantess paused and looked at Justin, who had used one of her socks
as a thin mattress and the other as a blanket to survive the chill of
the night.
Her
hand drifted down and opened up the top drawer of the dresser before
pulling out a pair of gray socks from within it. Crossing back to the
bed, she settled down on the edge to pull the socks and then her
shoes on. She gently patted Aiden's stomach then scratched it,
pulling him into the waking world for a moment, “I'm stealing a
pair of your socks because I gave mine to your slave so he could have
a blanket for once.”
“You're
the best, babe,” Aiden chuckled before his voice become a little
more serious, and a touch more vulnerable, “You're coming back
tonight, right? It's the last Fight Night of the semester.”
“Of
course, I want to see your little man beat Bryce's champion,” Emma
bent down and kissed him, “I'm going to bring my Little and a few
other Tri-Delts, so tell the boys to be on their best behavior.”
She
rose up to her full height and Aiden's hand smacked her firm
backside, earning him a gasp and a mock slap, “I'll let the boys
know, Emma.”
“You're
lucky you're cute,” she giggled while moving toward the door,
snatching her coat up along the way, “I'll see you tonight.”
“See
you,” She blew him a kiss and the giant puckered his lips back at
her. Then the door opened and shut and Aiden let out a long satisfied
sigh while her footfalls retreated down the hall. He grabbed his
phone from its charger and then let out a low rumbling fart, “I'm
glad she's going to bring Hannah tonight. Hopefully she can get
Isaac's mind off that weird Gamma Phi Beta bitch. I keep telling him
that whole sorority is stuck up and won't put out but he keeps
shaking his head and saying I don't get it...”
Justin
nodded along as the true source of the horrible feeling in the pit of
his stomach finally became clear: it was Fight Night.
His
memories of every brutal battle on the sands of Alpha Chi Rho's
miniature arena seemed more real than any humiliating task that Aiden
demanded he performed. Scuffed sneakers and dirt beneath the giant's
fingernails all blurred together along with the hours spent kneeling
at the frat bro's feet while he played video games or watched sports.
Even eating the giant's cum over and over again got lost in the
strange surreality of his shrunken existence.
In the
fraternity's arena though, he was face to face with his people his
own size. People who were out for blood because they were all faced
with the fact that it was kill or be killed. Looking down at his own
hands, he could see the scars that covered his knuckles from the
beatings he had been forced to deliver. Glancing blows from the
makeshift weapons they tossed down for the shrunken fighters to use
had left their marks as well, each one capable of bringing a sharp
memory of the pain he felt in the moment.
All he
had to do was make it through one last battle against the previous
semester's champion and he would have weeks to relax in whatever
fancy mansion that Aiden called home. Justin knew that his life
outside the frat house wouldn't be any easier, it would continue to
be humiliating and physically draining, but at least he'd have an
entire month or more without having to fight.
As
always, Aiden didn't bother him during the day of a Fight Night. He
still loomed over Justin's world but he let the man sit comfortably
on the soft socks that Emma had left him, a faint smirk on his face
every time he caught sight of the shrunken man curled up beneath the
thin cotton sheath. Justin was honestly grateful to be left alone,
his heart already racing from thinking about all the fights he had
already been in and the one that was to come that night.
He knew
when the party was approaching not from the way the world outside the
window grew dark but from the thunder of giants moving through the
cavernous fraternity house. Rising up and stretching out his body,
Justin watched as Aiden changed out of the sweatpants and t-shirt he
had worn all day.
It
wasn't the first time that he had watched Aiden get dressed in the
traditional Frat Bro Uniform of a white shirt, khaki pants, and a
navy blazer but it told him that this Fight Night was more special
than the others. Leather creaked from Aiden's feet sliding into a
pair of dark brown loafers, their soft soles slapping gently across
the floor as he crossed to Justin's cage.
The
little man tried to stand tall in the shadow of his colossal captor
but a shiver went down his spine when he met the young giant's dark
gaze. “Better fucking win tonight,” Aiden boomed before he opened
the cage door.
A knock
came as his fingers wrapped around Justin's body. Despite all the
muscle he had packed on since shrinking, the little man knew that he
was still no match for the powerful digits, each one feeling like a
steel bar against his back.
The
door opened and Emma sauntered in wearing a pristine white a-line
dress with white tights clinging to her legs and her recently
polished white boots on her feet. She had applied enough rouge to
make her cheeks practically pink while her eyes bore a thick black
wing and hints of sparkly red eyeshadow. Her bright blue eyes looked
down at him before turning to look at Aiden while her glossy pink
lips spread into a grin, “I just wanted to come see my boys and
wish them luck.”
Emma
gently cupped Aiden's chin and pulled him in for a kiss that quickly
turned deeper, their lusty moans rumbling through the world a second
later. When they pulled apart, her hand drifted down to Aiden's and
lifted it up.
Justin
trembled as he was brought up to her grinning face, the breath
wafting out of her mouth already tinged with vodka. The huge lips
puckered before plowing into his face, darkening his world and
coating him in saliva that made his skin tingle from the booze that
lingered in it. A powerful suction threatened to pull him inside her
mouth before he suddenly felt dazed from the force of her kiss.
The
giantess's giggles rang in his ears before she whispered, “And good
luck to you too, little guy.”
He
couldn't help the blush that rose into his face while he gagged on
the girl's spit. Aiden thankfully said nothing, merely wrapping an
arm around his girlfriend before carrying Justin through the house.
The
first floor of the house was a sea of giant people who were all
dressed the same. Every giant was a wall of white and navy standing
atop two khaki pillars while their giantess guests all wore white
dresses, which while made of many different cuts and styles were all
decidedly shorter than one would expect given the cold. Aiden cut
through the crowd with ease, several people even deferentially
stepping out of his way when they spotted Justin hanging limply in
his hand.
The
little man was placed into one of the cages that ringed the arena
though he noticed this time there weren't any people in the cages to
his immediate right or left. Peering through the bars, he could see a
few other fighters in the distance but it seemed as if the last Fight
Night of the year had far less competitors than the first one he had
taken part in.
Aiden
and Emma remained towering over his world, the brunette only slinking
off to go get the pair drinks; jungle juice for her and a frothy beer
for him. Other giant people moved closer to the arena despite no
announcement roaring through the crowd.
Isaac
stood a few cages down, his suit jacket and white shirt looking as if
they would burst across his muscular torso if he flexed. Justin
actually recognized the young woman he was talking to, who barely
reached one of his pecs despite the thick platform sneakers on her
feet. The redhead had been at every Fight Night that semester, though
always dressed in garish punk outfits. That night she too was wearing
a skimpy white dress that was tight around her chest with its skirt
almost poofing out past her waist. Her shrunken prisoner, instead of
dangling off her belt was in a white leather harness on her chest
that silver chains hung off of. Unlike the last few times Justin had
seen him, the young man didn't look uncomfortable or scared, he
simply stared up at his captress with a dreamy look on his face.
Her
eyes were locked with Isaac's, whose thick fingers played with the
silver floral band that wound its way through her red hair while she
blushed and giggled. Past the pair, he saw a girl with long auburn
hair whose her bare arms crossed in front of her chest while her
white Ugg boot tapped angrily against the floor. Even though Justin
had never seen her before, he had a feeling that the giantess was
Hannah, Emma's Little. The girl was no doubt annoyed that the guy her
friend promised to set her up with was fawning over the same girl he
always did.
The
announcer, the same frat brother who had been there when Aiden shrunk
Justin all those months ago, stood up on a chair to rise above the
crowd. He raised his arms and the roar of the crowd suddenly died,
“Welcome, folks, to Alpha Chi Rho's last Fight Night of the
semester!”
Justin
had become used to keeping his hands over his ears when the announcer
spoke but even he could feel the cheer that erupted around him
practically pierce his eardrums. Taking deep breaths to steady
himself, he listened to the giant ramble on and on about the
semester's various fights, commending the various brothers rather
than their shrunken slaves when he mentioned the winners of each
event. Emma's howl of joy when Aiden was mentioned made the little
man stagger about while reminding him that the victory sex the pair
would have later would no doubt be even more intense than what they
had all done the previous night.
The
speech came to a close and the first cages rattled open.
The
shrunken man shut his eyes though, having learned over the course of
the semester that watching the fights was far worse than being in
them. From the sound of flesh pounding against flesh and the screams
and grunts that echoed out, he knew that it was a harsh fight between
two women. Fight Night always started with a women's fight and Justin
had seen the bulges that stirred in the giant's crotches when they
happened, a sight that always left his stomach churning.
More
cheers roared as the fight came to a conclusion and the next one
began, this one between two shrunken men from the sound of it.
Plastic clattered through the air within a minute as the giants
provided weapons to the pair. He could make out voices literally
calling for blood while one girl roared 'Finish Him' as the guttural
cries of pain from the tiny men were overtaken by laughter from the
enormous crowd. The sound of fighting stopped but there was still
clapping and cheering, which Justin knew meant only one thing: they
were demanding a kill.
The
sound of a sharpened plastic knife being driven into a man's stomach
cut off the chanting before a deafening roar surged through the room.
Aiden's
friend vamped, talking about 'what an upset' the fight had been while
the shrunken man's body was cleared from the field and new sand was
tossed onto the blood soaked arena. When the giant started to talk
about the final fight of the semester, between Bryce's champion and
Aiden's challenge, the sound of his own blood pumping in his ears
began to overtake the roar of the gigantic crowd.
Opening
his eyes and rising to his feet, Justin looked out across the white
sand of the arena to the far cage where his opponent sat. The first
thing he noticed was just how big the man was, not that he was any
taller than Justin since fighters seemed to all be forced to be
roughly the same height by whatever magic shrank them but that he
seemed to be nothing but a broad wall of muscles. His skin was far
more scarred than Justin's was after only a semester and it made the
tiny man wonder just how long Bryce's shrunken man had reigned as the
champion.
All
semester he had heard Aiden fume about his fraternity brother and the
tiny man expected the giant to be a meathead similar to his own
captor and most of the Alpha Chi Rho brothers. Instead, a gangly
young man with one of those permanently sneering faces that was
desperately asking for a punch towered over the opposite cage. His
clothes seemed a little too big for him, as if he had trouble finding
something that could accommodate his long but bony frame. Bryce's
ears looked too big for his face and when he smiled, Justin spotted a
gap between his front teeth which served to only make him look even
more like the MAD Magazine guy.
Justin
could only imagine how annoying the towering son of a bitch was to
deal with for a normal sized person, especially if he possessed the
same superiority complex and entitlement the rest of his fraternity
brothers did. There was simply something about him that exuded a
weaselly nature and screamed 'I'm a prick, I know I am, and there's
nothing you can do about it.'
The
shrunken man took solace in the fact that the bastard would probably
be alone and miserable for his whole adult life but then he saw a
dainty feminine hand loop through the crook of the giant's elbow.
The arm
that stretched from Bryce's was pale and narrow leading to a slight
set of shoulders with long brown hair draped over them. A lump formed
in his throat when he realized that the girl was in a white dress
that would have been considered sexy sleepwear just a decade ago,
making her look both innocent and slutty all at once. His neck craned
back and the jolt of recognition that went through him made the tiny
man want to vomit.
Kimberly
stood arm in arm with Bryce, a coy smile on her face as she gazed
across the arena at Aiden, who remained stone faced under the girl's
stare. Looking back, he noticed one of Emma's eyebrows arch in a
question before she simply shrugged it off, obviously unconcerned at
the strange way the other girl was watching her boyfriend.
“Weapons
litter the arena,” the giant announcer thundered, “Perhaps our
champion and challenger will use them or maybe they'll settle their
score with their own two fists. I remind all of you that betting has
officially closed as the final fight begins: Aiden's challenger steps
up to Bryce's champion!”
The
cages rattled open and Justin took several cautious steps out onto
the sand while his opponent did the same. Simply watching the other
man unfold his bulk sent a shiver down the shrunken man's spine and
then all of his muscles seemed to ripple when he shook out his limbs.
The muscular champion started to cross the arena in utter silence,
picking up speed with each stride.
Justin
squared his shoulders and moved to meet the man in the middle,
desperate not to let him strike with his full weight and momentum.
The
first swing came directly for his head and Justin just managed to
duck beneath it, letting him inside the brute's guard. Slamming his
kidneys with a flurry of sharp knuckled punches, he suddenly felt
like he was going to win this just by virtue of fighting faster and
smarter. Then he noticed that while his knuckles began to hurt as if
he was hitting a hard tree or wall, the muscular man hadn't even
winced.
The
second swing was a swift jab with his opponent's left.
Justin
actually felt his feet lift off the ground for a moment before they
hit the sand and he immediately staggered backward. Limping away and
nursing his already bruised rib, he looked back at his opponent with
the horror clearly written on his face.
In the
heavens behind the muscular beast, he could see Kimberly and Bryce
both smirking down at him. While it seemed the giant frat brother
always looked that, Kimberly especially looked like a cat who had
eaten a canary.
His
eyes snapped back to the champion and he swore he could see a faint
aura of blue and green light rising off of him. Justin didn't know
enough about the magic the fraternities and sororities practice to
know if they could do something to help in a fight but he also felt
like if they could, the pair looming on the opposite side of the
arena would do it.
The
champion stalked toward him, his face set in determination but not
bearing any malice or joy at what was coming. Justin had a feeling
that just like him, his opponent was only trying to survive the cycle
of Fight Nights to reach the day when he would simply be a slave and
toy to his giant captor.
Something
hard bounced against his heel and the tiny man immediately reached
down and clutched the plastic sword that lay at his feet. Armed with
the blade and worried that his opponent was magically enhanced
somehow, Justin knew that he couldn't wait for the champion to start
their next confrontation.
With
the crowd roaring in excitement, he rushed forward.
He
rolled outside his opponent's swing and brought the plastic
knife-turned-sword down in a quick slash. It bit into the other man's
flesh but there was much greater resistance than Justin anticipated
and worse, no blood seeped out of the wound. It was almost as if it
had already started to scab over, nothing but a fresh pink wound on
the hulking man's forearm.
Stumbling
away from his opponent's quick backswing, he moved behind him and
stabbed at the soft spot beneath the man's ribs, where he had
accidentally hit his very first opponent.
The
plastic blade bent and slid across the skin, like it would have if
you tried to use it to cut into an overdone steak. He dragged it back
to produce another cut that looked as if it had already healed and
moved away as the champion turned around to face him.
“I'm
sorry about this, man,” there was a sadness in the champion's voice
but it wasn't sympathetic, it was the way people talked about
something that was inevitable and immutable in their mind, “I
begged him not to, reminded him it's against the rules, but that girl
must give great head or something...”
He had
known Kimberly had orchestrated it the moment he saw her but Justin
still felt as if he had been punched in the gut to learn that he was
nothing more than a pawn in her petty revenge scheme against Aiden
for how he treated her.
“I'll
try to make it quick.”
Justin
screamed in response, driving his sword up toward the soft underside
of the other man's chin. Whether it was magic or skill, the champion
simply jerked his head to the side and then smashed his forehead
directly into Justin's nose.
Stars
flashed across his vision and blood spurted through his nostrils
while the crowd let out a collective 'oof' at the savage hit.
Red hot
pain erupted at his wrists and there was a faint pop as he dropped
the blade from his hands. The champion shoved him back, making his
arms windmill about until he landed in a heap on the sand. Justin
tried to scrabble for a weapon and his fingers brushed against the
side of one a moment before his opponent's bare foot smashed down
onto them.
He
screamed while the man's callused heel ground against his fingers,
breaking them with a series of snaps and cracks. The champion looked
up at the crowd looming over him, his other foot coming to rest on
Justin's chest while his arms rose in triumph.
The
little man could see the punk redhead scream for his blood, her
cheeks red with excitement. Meanwhile, on Isaac's other side, Hannah
was pumping her fist while her full lips mouthed the words, “Finish
him!”
The
champion's lips tugged with a faint frown while he shrugged his broad
shoulders, “I tried, dude.”
Desperation
filled Justin and he grabbed the ankle on his chest with his still
functioning hand. He tried to yank his opponent's foot out from under
him but it remained firm, so heavy that it felt like it was made of
lead.
The
foot lifted off and with a shake, his hand was tossed aside.
And
then he watched the man's bulk drop down onto him.
His
whole body flopped against the sand, knocking the wind out of him and
sending fresh pain surging up from his broken fingers. Knees pressed
against his shoulders pinning his arms firmly against the ground
while thick callused hands wrapped around his neck.
Justin
squirmed desperately as the pressure increased.
“Stop
fighting,” the champion growled through gritted teeth, “It's
over. Let me do this as painlessly as possible.”
He
managed to get his unbroken hand up to push against the rock hard
thigh of the other fighter. The world was going gray while he shoved
over and over again until he finally got enough leverage to lift his
shoulder blade from the earth.
The
champion lost his balance but regained it quickly, slamming his knee
down into the dirt with a frustrated grunt.
With
his arm now free, Justin jabbed his thumb toward the sky, aiming for
the bright white of his opponent's eyeball. He felt the slight
resistance and then the sudden squelch of him gouging into the
champion's eye socket.
The
roar of pain made the man buck backwards while Justin tried to rise
up higher.
“FUCK
YOU!”
One of
the champion's hands was still on his neck and it immediately pushed
down, slamming the back of Justin's head against the floor. He plowed
through the sand around him and his head smashed against the hardwood
that lay beneath, leaving him dazed.
His
head was slammed down again and again, each hit making his graying
eyesight waver.
The
champion adjusted his grip so that he could crush Justin's windpipe
with one hand while his free hand was pulled back in a fist. The
heavily scarred knuckles came down over and over, delivering fresh
red hot pain each time while bones and cartilage cracked beneath
them.
Justin
could feel his teeth coming loose while his lips ballooned and his
cheeks started to break apart. Whenever the blood cleared from his
eyes and the champion reared back with his fist, the shrunken man
could see the angry look on the other man's face. His eye was bright
red, blood seeping down his cheek like tears.
Beyond
him though were Bryce, who watched the scene with a perverse delight,
and Kimberly, who kept looking from where Justin was struggling to
breathe under the weight of his injuries to Aiden. His captor was
nothing more than a wavering shadow at the edge of his vision, still
and silent as the horrible inevitable conclusion of his attempt to
beat Bryce's champion played out in front of him.
The
pain from the punches and slams didn't even register in Justin's mind
anymore.
All he
could do was stare at Kimberly's giggling face, which grew dimmer
with each passing moment, amazed that his life was coming to an end
because of some relationship drama between two kids who weren't even
old enough to drink.
Justin
tried to find some last scrap of energy to fight back with but his
whole body was numb.
When
the champion's fist came down the final time, the little man actually
welcomed the darkness and the relief that came with it.