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Chapter 12: Fight Club in the Inferno

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Marcus coughed as the smelling salts assaulted his senses. He jerked awake, his eyes snapping open.

“Asher!” Marcus gasped, the black bear grunted as he realized he was tied up and naked. He was in large open sunroom, the windows overlooking a ravine. He had no idea where he was and it was beyond unnerving. The only thing he knew is that he wasn’t in the city anymore.

“Welcome back to the wakin’ world, mate,” a shark in a suit with a British accent started. “We’re going to ask you a few questions, and you’re going to be very truthful with us or things are going to get unpleasant.”

“What?” Marcus felt the panic welling up in his chest. He tried to get up, but the rope holding him kept him tied to the chair, his legs bound in duct tape. “Let me go.”

Marcus was suddenly swiveled around on his chair to see a massive grizzly, his long claws pulled up into fists to show some brass knuckles. Before Marcus could say anything, his gut was struck with a powerful sucker punch. The bear wretched, but nothing came out, his stomach was empty.

“You see,” the shark continued by swiveling him back around. “Nail over there isn’t so good at talking’ things through, so I’m going to make this very easy for you. Hey, don’t go blacking out on me,” The shark snapped his fingers, Marcus looking up as drool dribbled from his lips. “Like I was saying, this Grizzly here is Nail, and I’m Tooth. So, all I need you to do is answer truthfully and you’ll be dealing with me. But if you give us some backtalk, or we find out you’re lying, well, you get to deal with Nail again.”

The chair started to swivel and this time Marcus screamed, trying to kick back and keep himself from spinning.

“Stop! I’ll tell you what you want!”

“For sure, but your chair is a bit askew. Nail, you mind helping me with that?”

“You got it,” Nail swung a punch at Marcus’s face, a nice little hook, but not into his face, just enough to graze him and elect a small yip. He turned back around, the corner of his eye swelling up.

“Good, have we come to an understanding Marcus?”

“Yes,” the black bear gasped.

“Well, you’re going to make our job very easy. First question, do you love the dragon cunt boy?”

“I…” Marcus wasn’t ready for that question, he blinked. Tooth sighed and spun the chair around.

“Wait! Yes! Yes! Please! Don’t—” Marcus was treated to another punch to the gut as he was turned around.

“Let that be a lesson for you, Marcus,” Tooth sighed. “Don’t make me wait on your answers. I’d hate to see you get beat up any more than we have to, so, I’ll ask again, and you answer truthfully. Do you love the dragon cunt boy?”

“Yes,” Marcus gasped.

“Good, easy answer,” Tooth gave the bear a gentle pat on his face. Marcus flinched, biting his lip. “Now don’t be getting all shy on me now. We got plenty more where that came from. Did you sleep with the dragon?”

“Yes,” Marcus answered.

“Was it penetrative sex?”

“No,” Marcus answered. There was a pause and Tooth looked at him with a scrutinizing eye. “I swear, we never did anything like that. Asher wanted to save himself, and I didn’t want to get him pregnant.”

“Such a chivalrous guy, don’t you think Nail?” Tooth asked.

“Right on ya, mate,” Nail responded. “Makes me almost feel bad for roughing him up.”

“Yeah, but let’s move this along. You know how the Boss feels about waiting. So, how long have you two been fucking?”

“We…I mean, just recently we started again, but it’s been a year or two since we did anything together before that.”

“Rekindled romance, we like a good romance story,” Tooth smirked. “So, was it your plan to get Asher out?”

“It was Amber’s plan, but I posed as a waiter to make sure Asher got out safe.”

“And who’s this Amber chick?” Tooth cocked a brow.

“It’s the drake’s sister,” Nail responded before Marcus could. “Haven’t you been paying attention to the news?”

“Right, right,” Tooth nodded. “Not much we can do to a government agent, but don’t worry your pretty little head about it. Now, would you say that you and Asher are an item?”

“No,” Marcus answered truthfully, but Tooth didn’t seem to like that answer so the chair started to turn. “NO! I swear we’re nothing. We used to be together, but he didn’t want me so we broke up and stayed roommates. That’s it, I swear.”

“Ah, so you thought this whole situation might be a fun little game, huh? Save the damsel in distress, get to live happily ever after, was that it?”

“No, I had no intention of using this to get anything out of Asher. He doesn’t deserve that.”

“And what the fuck do you know about what that little skank deserves.” A third voice entered the conversation.

“Boss, you really think you should be present for this?” Tooth asked.

“I pay you for your muscle, not your brain.” The man shot back. Marcus’s chair swiveled to a room where a snow leopard was seated on a pristine white lounge chair, his body clad in a white robe, a cigar in one hand, a glass of whisky in the other.

“Fynx,” Marcus’s eyes were wide. “Where is Asher? Is he safe?”

“He is now, knowing you didn’t fuck him.” The snow leopard took a long drag on his cigar and let it out slowly. “Would be a shame if I needed to rip your cubs out of his womb myself.”

“You’re a trained doctor?” Marcus’s brow furrowed.

“Cute,” the snow leopard chuckled, flexing his claws around his drink, the razor blades showing up and clicking against the glass. “Has that little bitch had sex with anyone? Is his heat still intact?”

“I…” Marcus was confused, still stuck on whether or not Fynx was a doctor. He quickly lost his train of thought as Fynx motioned with his finger to turn the chair towards Nail. Another flurry of cries and gut punches later, the black bear was turned back around to face the snow leopard.

“Tell me, yes or no, is the bitch still in heat,” Fynx raised his voice, a very real threat behind it.

“Yes,” Marcus groaned, spitting out a bit of blood. “No one has had sex with him.”

“Ah good,” Fynx smiled. “You may have just bought yourself and Asher a ticket out of here.”

“What?” Marcus looked up. “So Asher is safe? He’s here?”

“I’m the one who asks the questions, or do you need another round with Nail?”

Marcus sucked his lips back in, silencing himself.

“Good,” Fynx put his cigar out and left his drink on a side table before walking over. “You see, in nature, only the strongest, most fit get to survive. I clearly have you beat with money. You can’t even provide your skank a half decent apartment, let alone a comfortable life. So how’s about we go on the physical front.”

Marcus looked up at the snow leopard, his eyes full of fear. The snow leopard looked down at him with a dark grin and pulled something out of his robe pocket. It was a dazzling gold and diamond collar along with a key.

“Let’s see which one of us is fit to breed the ol’ fashioned way. Fight me for your bitch.”

***

Asher swallowed, but it was hard to do so. His mind was a fog, his memories a jumbled slurry. He was constantly floating in and out of a state of conscious and absolutely out of it. He tried to swallow again, but his throat felt dry and constricted. Was he being held by his throat? Why were his hands floating. He tried to breathe but it was difficult, it kept catching in his neck. He couldn’t get a good breath, his lungs were burning, his mind was starting to flare up.

Asher lurched awake, gasping, only to be forced back down by a metal bar. He blinked as he gasped and groaned from sleeping in such a strange position. He tried to move, but he was in a stockade. Asher tried to pull back, and he might have been able to get out if his horns weren’t there, but the metal bar rattled and his wrists ached as he tried to get out. He was trapped in a dark room, the floor cement, the ceiling the same with fluorescent lights hanging from it.

Then the panic set in.

Asher tried to pull himself out, screams welling up in his throat as panicked wines as he tried to pull himself out. The metal chains and restraints clanked and lurched in protest of Asher’s attempts. His bare feet dug into the floor, scraping against the unforgiving cement. A panicked scream ripped his throat as tears started to roll down his muzzle, his shouts becoming desperate sobs as they echoed off the walls back to him. His tail thrashed, his arms and shoulders flexed, his throat strained as he screamed as though shouting would give him the strength to break the titanium keeping him bound.

Then his heel slipped in something slick. Asher collapsed, his scream cutting off short as he fell on his throat. He tried to get his footing, but his one sole was soaked. He managed to swipe enough of it off so he could get a grip, but it became abundantly clear what it was.

His fem cum.

He pushed his thighs together, his pussy dribbling his heat laced juices down his legs and dripping into a puddle below. The adrenaline was the only reason he could move, he could already feel it waning as his heat forced him to lay down, to relax, to submit and let his mate take care of everything while he nested. A defeated sob broke Asher’s lips as he realized he was trapped. The strength he found in his panic was ebbing and giving way to an oppressive need to simply arch his back, keep his legs spread, and his tail hiked up.

It was a shaky transition, but he did just that, his legs spreading apart, his back arching, his mouth hanging open, his tongue lulling out as he panted and fought back sobs as his pussy continued to drip. It was like his resistance was melting out of him, dripping from his pussy lips with each passing moment.

“Please…someone…help…” Asher whispered.

The response was for the rest of the lights to flip on. Asher’s eyes went wide. The room was a large circular wrestling pit, and he was in a cage on the far end opposite a set of stairs.

“Is the princess finally awake?” His voice echoed off the walls as his foot paws came down the stairs.

“Fynx,” Asher breathed the snow leopard’s name. “Please, let me go. I’m sorry for what happened at the restaurant. I…I…I’m sorry.”

Fynx padded his way over to the cage and slammed his palms on it, the chain-link shaking as he glared into the cage.

“You’re sorry? That’s cute,” Fynx’s eyes were wide, his smile wild. “You think I give a shit what you have to say for yourself. You’re just some dumb bitch, always have been.”

Fynx was completely naked, his sculpted body on display, his foot-long cock rock hard and throbbing, his vicious barbs flexing with each pulse of his heart. Asher felt a modicum of safety because of the cage, at least until the snow leopard opened it. Asher tried to pull away, jerking against the stockade only for it to jingle and clank against his attempts.

“To think I was going to collar you too,” Fynx’s smile flipped to a sneer as he held something up. It was a diamond choker, a little heart lock dangled on it loosely where the other end of the collar would clip in. The gold and diamonds shone like a hundred little high beams in the light, flashing different colors. Asher looked at it like it was an alien object. The heart had words etched into it with elegant script. Princess Ashly is what it read. “That’s what you fags like, right? To be owned by your fucking betters? Well not anymore.”

Fynx gripped the collar in his fist and whipped it across Asher’s face. Asher yelped out in pain as the heavy gold heart smacked his cheek bone, blood running down his face as the diamonds cut him. That strike sucked everything out of him, his knees knocking in weakness, barely able to hold himself up, his body shaking in a mixture of fear and exhaustion as a few more drops of his pre came dripping out.

“Yeah, yelp, fucking whimper like the beaten bitch in heat you are.”

“Please…I can’t…” Asher sniffed, trying to hold back sobs, his chest shaking.

“Quit your sniveling,” Fynx stepped outside the cage and closed it again, but this time he locked the collar around the door and the post, truly locking it closed. “Your man accepted a challenge.”

“My…My what?”

Fynx smirked and snapped his fingers. There was a commotion from the top of the stairs as Nail made his way down while guiding a computer chair down the steps one at a time. Tooth came soon after, but Asher’s eyes went wide as he realized exactly who was strapped to that chair.

“Marcus? You have Marcus here? Let him go, please. We aren’t even a thing, just let him go!”

“Oh,” Fynx sucked in air from his teeth. “Did that sting Marcus? Hearing your bitch say you two are nothing? Cut him loose,” Fynx nodded to his goons. Nail simply took his claws and slashed the rope and the duct tape off the bear, then pushed him out of it. Marcus flopped onto the floor, his arms shaking, his legs weak.

“Please, you don’t need to do this. I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t’ hurt him.”

“Too late for that,” Fynx chuckled darkly, flashing a small golden key held between his thumb and forefinger. “Just know this all could have been avoided if you were a good little girl for me instead of an unruly bitch. Now, how’s about we let the bitch know the rules. Eh, Marcus my boy!”

“I…Asher, I’m sorry, I didn’t know what else to do,” the black bear got up on his knees, his eyes glittering, one half swollen shut. “It’s the only way to get you out of here.”

“What do you mean?” Asher was so confused, his body burning up, his muscles weak and shaky from his heat, his need to lay back and let his mate have their way with him.

“It’s very simple,” Fynx tossed the key to Tooth who caught it effortlessly and put it in his suit. “We’re going to fight for the right to have you. If your tub of lard here can manage to roll over on me long enough to knock me out, you two get to go, no strings attached. But if I win, I get to fuck you.”

Asher’s eyes went wide as this all looked familiar. Something similar happened back in high school where Fynx fought some guy for his girl. At the time, she was very indecisive, but went with the other guy. Fynx beat the dude half to death and took his girl. No one knew what happened that night, but the girl wasn’t back in school for the rest of the year. This was all another one of his twisted games to relive his glory days!

“Marcus, don’t do it,” Asher pleaded. “Just go and save yourself. This is all my fault.”

“You got that right skank,” Fynx slammed his fist against the cage, rattling it. “But this aint’ up to you. You’re the bitch, a prize to be one, a piece of rape meat the men are about to fight over.” Fynx was pacing the circular arena, his foot paws padding against the cement.

“I…I got to do this,” Marcus coughed a little, shakily getting up on his legs. “I can do this.”

“Sure you can Crispy Cream,” Fynx jabbed at Marcus’s weight again. He wasn’t huge, but he definite wasn’t as fit as the model ready Fynx. “You know the terms. We go one round, winner take all, knockout or tap out.”

“Y-Yeah,” Marcus was shaking, taking a fighting stance, his legs positioned wrong, his fists low and elbows tucked. Fynx simply grinned.

“Then let’s fucking do this Tubs!” Fynx took a stance, his tail flicking behind him as his form was flawless, his stance square, his elbows raised, his fists ready for a fight.

The air was heavy and full of tension as Asher was forced to look on, the two circling the pit and looking for an opening. Then Asher noticed something. They were both hard, their dicks dripping as they squared off. Asher blinked and realized exactly what was happening. The entire room was soaked with his pheromones. They were going to fight like beasts over his pussy because his own pussy was fueling things. Asher gritted his teeth trying to hold back a shameful sob. This really was all his fault. He didn’t need to get other people involved like he did. He could have handled things himself…like a good little bitch.

“You gunna make the first move?” Fynx purred confidently. Marcus flinched at the words as though they were a fist cowing him into a corner.

“I…no?” Marcus squeaked.

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