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Bloody Knuckle Part 2 -Ronson's Story- Yeah, yeah, yeah, that little box o'dynamite kicked my ass... But I'm glad he did. Things have a way of changing a person. Sometimes for the better. Because of the Underground, my wrongdoings had been swept away under the rug, making a bigger and bloodier pile, one that was becoming difficult to hide. Eighteen kills ringside, and five other guys I beat so badly that they had to quit. Quit walking during the day, where people couldn't see their faces instantly. I was a brute. A "dumb minotaur", as my old boss used to call me. Picture the Vlasic stork with a bad temper and no home training. He was also a coke head. He managed to strike out and inherit one of those hotel residence chains, and he had a floor of his own. That's where I trained, for a while that's where I lived. But he let his hands and beak fly a little too often. A few hours before (when I had Dogmeat in my mouth), I heard from his "Chief" (that's cute...) that he'd bought my contract to fight for him. That could only happen if the original manager dropped his fighter. And I was immediately torn; at first I thought that I could work out the aggression between me and Knuckle, just to get it out of our systems and start over as buds. But to hear that that guy dropped me made me a red bull (hah!). I went out shirtless that night; it was pretty nice out. My nose was red and still a bit puffy. There were people that saw me, knew me from the ring. But if they had something to say, it was between them and Furry God (who is an otter, apparently). They kept their distance, to say the least. I found the suite we were currently surfing on, I walked to the front dest. It was open-lobby night, I guess. There was a vixen behind the front desk. I chatted her up a few times. Almost came down to stuffin'er roughly a few times. -I slammed my hands down on the top of the front desk, and she jumped with a light shriek. "Where is he?" I snorted at her. I knew better than to just wallop a lady, but I also knew how much I could get out of her when she was a little freaked out. "He's upstairs!... What's wrong?" she asked, instantly normal, bouncy. Valerie, Vicki, whatever fits. My Johnson didn't though. "Nothin". I said over my shoulder. I hit the button for the elevator, and it arrived shortly after. It opened, and I was thankful it was empty. It closed, and I hit 'P' for 'Penthouse'. That meant it would be a solo ride... The ride up was long, and I paced around, thinkin; pissed off. It just seemed so fuckin much like him. The tiniest bit'o turbulance and you're gone. The floor just under my manager's shook with familiar grunts and shouts. He was already training someone else! Or... My manager was in the drug business and got hooked on his product. He had a run in with some rat Mobsters, and thus has a bodyguard. My manager's name is Chaz. Only one I ever knew to call him. His bodyguard is a big python from south of the border. He was Eduat, my "submission and holds" coach. Eduat was probably strangling some dumbshit up there. The door opened, and I stepped out of it. Right into what I thought of. Eduat was crushing someone to death, and Chaz was sitting behind his desk looking over paperwork of some kind. Pretentious piece of... Chaz looked up, and told Eduat to let the guy go. He immediately slithered off of him, and coiled up beside Chaz's desk. I always found it a bit weird, that we all look like how the humans used to, but snakes still have no limbs. The puddle of guy slowly stood up, and I found he was a panther. But he was wore out; resisting one of Eduat's submissions took you well past levels of fatigue. The panther looked at me, silently heaving, and nodded. I put my fist through his ja- I dismissed the idea. Chaz looked at me. "Hello Ronson." I swear, yellow pipe, blue suit, the little hat... Maybe they're related. I looked at Eduat and he stared back, quiet. I kept an eye on that one. He was fast, and quiet too. "Ronson, your doings here?" Chaz repeated. He even had the accent! I stuck my chest out a bit. "You dropped me? Wh-why?" Chaz cleared his throat and looked to the panther. "I could tell you everything I know, of the situation, or I could explain it this way... Wolves EAT BEEF, they CHASE PUSSY. You see?" he said, while the panther looked too tired to stand. Meanwhile, I was crushed. "Have you let him fuck you yet?" he asked. Fuckin asshole. I was silent. I didn't know how to... I wanted to take my time with that, and let Knucky make that decision. "Have you raised your tail for him? Don't you want to?" Chaz continued. I swallowed a few words down, and shifted in my spot. He was one of those "mouthy" types, that had words that cut deep. "Look, I just need to get my shit if you're okay with that." I glanced to the ball of coiled terror beside Chaz's desk. Eduat could easily crush me; those pythons had muscle for years. Chaz snapped his beak softly. "Go ahead." he clucked. I wanted to keep this brief. I was getting a little agitated. I turned and left, my room was the left wing. The panther finally realized there was someone else in the room with his new manager and trainer. He snapped to attention like tight spandex, and the three of them watched me trudge off. I had a new home, a good team, and... I closed the door behind me. I looked around my room. My speed bag, my weight set, my nightstand and lamp, my cum-stained bare mattress. I spent a lot of time here, in this otherwise barren room. But it was my home for years. The familiar creaking floors that I had to learn to walk across without falling through, the bright light through the uncovered window, the cum-stains on the ceiling above my bed... The door burst open. Eduat quickly slithered in, and eased the door shut with the end of his tail. My heart was on fire, what did he want? In a flash he bound me with his body, wrapping his lower half around my legs and tightened them straight. With a simple jerk he tripped me to my knees. His head positioned in front of mine. He looked me in the eyes. "You alwayss were sso sslow, Ronsson. But if you beliefe you cannot improve, there iss no hope for you." He quickly coiled around my upper body, and my arms were bound behind my back. He was setting me up for something. He wrenched my head back slowly, and his tail flicked my balls softly. I went weak! "But I alsso don't want to...disscourage you." His head dipped under my waistband and found my dick's home. He flicked his tongue into it, and I almost passed out on the spot. He wasn't done though; he kept up the tasting untill I filled his mouth. It was a pretty good fit too. Eduat smiled around my girth. "You were a prize, and passionate. Powerful, and SO well endowed, Ronsson." He undid the drawstring of my shorts with his mouth, slowly. I started to sweat. He kept jiggling my balls, I was going cross-eyed. My shorts slipped down past my waist, and Eduat flexed a bit more, enough to make sure I was bound tight. He looked at my now-free dick, and smiled at it. "Ssnakess don't gag, Ronsson." I heard a couple of popping noises, and Eduat began to- "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" I moaned. He took me perfectly to the root, and the pressure was intense! He conformed perfectly to my size, and began to pump my dick slowly with his throat. His head bobbed in time perfectly, and his body held me still. More of his tail wrapped around the neck of my balls, and the tip of it poked my ass hole. "Open up Ronsson." Eduat ordered, and made me obey shoving it in rough! "Ahh! Ah, fuuuuuck!" I was bound and I loved it. He choked my sac down tight, I was seeing blue with this amazing head Eduat gave, and I was getting an all-in-one package for the deal. Eduat ground his words against my cock and I shook. I sweated. Eduat sucked me like he was in love with me. His tail wiggled around inside me slowly, sending jolts of fire up the length of my dick, and I gave up. My dick stiffened, and this awesome snake deep-throated me in preparation. He bobbed at hyper speed, and my vision blurred. "Ed...EduaOHMYGOD!!!" My dick exploded. I ground my teeth together so hard a couple of my molars prolly cracked. I fired the first shot as I whited out. Eduat caught each shot easily as I fired a wet mess into his throat. His tail jabbed in and out, shoving me over the edge. And I fell far beyond it. My shaft pumped with each strong, over-stimulated pulse, and I fought to fuck the last blasts out. But Eduat held me still, and swallowed the collected mass all at once in a big lump that passed down his body. Eduat suddenly released me in a scaled blur, and I collasped in a heap. I blinked as I found my hands, and heaved as my less-than-full bullsac swung. Much to my surprise, Eduat was still sucking me, cleaning me up, making sure he got every drop that he could. He sucked me completely flaccid, and let my dick rest as he slurped the last of me that he had. I was whooped. "Good form." he said, as he exited the room. I shook a bit, still trying to work up the strength to finish what I came here to do. ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** -One week before- I had a challenger for the weight-class title, and Chaz was scrambling to get some extra cash in his pocket. "Don't forget Ronson, I own you." It was Sunday evening, and I was relaxing after a heavy and harsh weight-lifting session. I managed to sneak off to my room so I could snatch a few Zs, and I had a secret present under my pillow. Eduat snuck out and got me a magazine, "Muscles Monthly". It showed a collection of guys from all over, and gathered them in honor of maintaining standards of muscle for close-quarters combat. Pretty much a down-low guy's porno mag if he liked cock. I hit my lamp and let the moon shine through my uncovered window. I took in the front cover, it was hot as hell. It featured a fighter a city over, an "up and cumming" pride fighter named "Knuckle". He looked great; showing his training in martial arts through his body. He was lean, a little over six feet tall, with shaggy brown fur. He looked like he just got out of jail with the number of scars he had on him. They were thin, like small bare stripes. He had well-defined abs that sat right above his shorts, an amazing chest, solid shoulders, GREAT arms... -Huh?- I looked at his arms closely. One of them was noticeably more defined, and I instantly knew why. This guy must beat his dick A LOT. I looked at my arm, and it didn't have as many muscles on it, even though my muscles were much bigger. His arm led to his crotch, where he was gripping his nuts in the picture. He had a serious expression on his face, and his head was cocked a bit. His grip didn't look like it wasn't easy one. The guy had a big pair on him. And I stared at this masterpiece of a specimen, and my cock began to jump. I imagined him alone in his room, working his dick for hours, not even having nutted once. I saw him there, on his bed, stroking on into the night, makin himself sweat. He had his shit down. I grew a little harder. Knuckle tugged on his nuts, his tail and his expression going crazy as he didn't hide it. He whined out into the darkness, the moonlight through his blinds giving him bright stripes that told a story of lust being tamed. I grabbed my dick, slowly stroking it in time of what I saw of this beast handling his. He growled as he fought back. -Nah bro, don't fight it...- I silently urged him. -Enjoy it bud.- His expression went more pleasured as he fell back onto the bed with his legs raised. I sped my strokes up to match his. Knuckle slowed down, and took more time on his sweet spots. He grabbed under his big nuts, and at the base of his dick with one hand. He moaned slowly, his eyes closed as his enjoyment blasted off. His other hand rubbed his belly with knowledge of the best places to touch. He groaned, and I heard that wolf from the back of his throat. He pulled his nuts down and growled as his strokes sped up. His close-eyed expression went from to pleasure to determination. -GET it Knuckle!- And he was after it!! I watched him growl as he made it hurt so good, that awesome blast he'd been workin for. I imagined with relish as he spit into both paws and made his efforts pay off. He layed back and thrusted into both paws, one the hole his dick was in, and the other slipping free with his drool as crude lube. I did the same. He gritted his teeth and forced his voice low as he grunted like he was in pain. And right after that, his cum shot out in such force that it parted around his lower jaw. He shot a massive load, coating his chest in what appeared to be literally a few quarts of his wasted generations. He shot like a madman as he let out one more long, loud grunt as he made a mess he would be proud of. He layed back in the slowly forming puddle as I stroked angrily. I wanted to get off with this stud, to spray my load with him, to share in his reward. I built a groan up as my load readied itself. I beat my dick unconscious, and I swear I shot a small hole through the wall behind me. I moo'd, I didn't give a fuck! I grabbed my nuts like Knuckle had his, and I groaned out loud. I sprayed right over my head, and stained the walls behind me with big puddles of bull cum. I grinned, just like I imagined he did, covered in such a mightly load, drowning in that much relief. He must've saved up that load for a couple of weeks. Knuckle smiled and chuckled to himself as he looked at the devastation. I grinned too, admiring our work. -Fuckin' god, man!- I rubbed my chest, taking it all in and... I woke with a familiar slap. Already full of steam, I sat straight up. Chaz was looking right at me, looking at me amused. He held up my magazine beside his small head. "Ronson, really? I had no idea..." he said simply. Although I could've pulled off just bein' curious, my briefs being around my hooves didn't sell anything. The still-damp spots on the wall behind me actually made sure anything I said at this point was bullshit. "I could tell you everything I know, of the situation, or I could set you up with a chance to MEET this wolf in person." Chaz clucked at me sarcastically. ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** -Four days before Friday night's bout-

Chaz looked me in the face and slapped me with his feather duster of an arm. Then he pecked me right under my left eye. It stung. And it made me a little hot. "Ronson, the ONLY way you'll get to meet Knuckle is by winning tonight." That peck made my skin crawl, and his words stung like wasps. Chaz reached into his actually small pockets, and pulled out a small bag with white powder in it. I hated this part; Chaz was going to get me coked up so I'd trample the other guy. I hated it. Like he didn't trust my training, like he didn't believe in me. Fuck him. I lowered my nose to his powder-coated feathers and snorted the line. He looked a little peaceful as he called Eduat over. "Bring the wraps over." I flipped my lid. Bulls do NOT like ropes tied around their balls. The coke began to take effect slowly, and Eduat bound me. Chaz carefully approached me with a length of cord, and he ripped my shorts down. "Hold him!" Chaz said, as my wreckers swung free. He gripped my balls, and his feathers felt so... "Dammit!" Chaz squawked as I was instantly as hard as steel, and Eduat tightened up his grip on me. Chaz quickly tied my balls up around the scrote, and I lost it. Or, I tried to. My brain was goin so fast everything seemed paused in time. The pressure building in my plumbing was killing me. Eduat held me so tight I thought I was going to explode. Chaz then quickly dropped something in my eyes that gave everything a red tint. Everything after that went by faster and faster untill I blacked out. ***** ***** ***** I came to, sitting in a hot tub. The floor was covered in steamjets, so my body was stimulated softly enough to let me ride my buzz out. Eduat was nearby, coiled up on a T bar. "You did well tonight Ronsson. The end wass a little...gory, but you did your part to make Chaz welt-I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT HIS MONEY!" I shot in, the weight of my actions landing on my back. I wasn't a bull. I was a bitch with muscles. A ruffian. And Chaz knew that I wouldn't be anything better than that, as long as he was my manager. And it wasn't so easy to just quit; after that I was free game for the laws and whatever else the outside world lived by. He owned me. And I hated it. I buried my face in my hands. There were no greener pastures for me. And Chaz was aiming to break me finally, by having me beat Knucky to death. ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** -Ronson's room, present day- I stood up and sniffed a lot of bad memories away. I gathered a few old duffel bags, and found my remaining clothes. Mainly beaters and more shorts. A few jeans. I stuffed them into one bag, and opened my nightstand. At the very back was something I kept hidden, a certain, new copy of 'Muscles Monthly'.