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Idon didn't know what was worse; the fact that he was sitting in what was essentially a jail cell in nothing more than a ratty loincloth, or the fact that he was going to be getting out of it soon.

Most would have been much happier at the latter prospect, of course, but they weren't in HIS situation. Because his jail cell wasn't just a jail cell…it was a holding pen. Once he was brought out, he was going to be going face-to-face against some unknown foe in a gladiatorial match. And it wasn't to the death, but the outcome was not going to be particularly pleasant, not unless Idon was supremely lucky. And if he was supremely lucky, he wouldn't have been here in the first place.

Not that I haven't had shitty luck pretty much all my life, but this has to be a new low.

If he had known what was going to happen, he'd never have come to the city of Drenicen. It was a large, relatively prosperous kingdom center, but tinged with rumors about the odd behaviors and tastes of the royal family and the nobility, the sorts of things that kept the wary away because sketchy royals were frequently unpredictable and unpredictable was dangerous. Idon wasn't one to let that deter him, though…not when there was money to be spread around, and he could potentially get in on that.

Idon wouldn't have called himself a grifter…he knew a number of other people who did, though. To Idon, it was a rather unfair accusation - he was simply talented at sleight-of-hand and had a quick mind and tongue, and used that to perform challenging street games where he could mislead and befuddle others, or sell sketchy merchandise that he talked up as quite rare and valuable or useful. There were always suckers who had more money than brains, and if they wanted to buy placebos, why would he turn that down? Those who saw through the tricks, he knew better than to try to challenge them - he wasn't a fighter and confrontation never seemed like it would lead to a favorable outcome to him, so if caught out, he cut his losses. The reality, though, was that he won on more days than he lost.

Trouble was, when he lost, it could get painful. The whole reason he was in Drenicen in the first place was because he'd needed to beat a hasty retreat from the previous town he'd been in, in a neighboring kingdom. He'd sold a passing wealthy man on a magical gem of anti-aging, which was nothing more than a rather fancy gemstone he'd happened upon, and it had been a good yield for him…how had he been to know that it was the nearby earl's brother who'd bought his trickery? The earl, apparently, had not taken kindly to this, and had sent soldiers to try to find the person who'd 'cheated' his brother. Idon had managed to slip away from that, but he'd left lamenting his luck…something he did a lot. About the only good fortune he had was that he even had talents to counter the abysmal fortune of the rest of his life - it seemed like so often, the thing that caught him up wasn't a poor decision, wasn't his own arrogance, but was merely a matter of happenstance. A wrong word at the wrong time, without even realizing it; a customer who ended up biting him in the ass, even though there was no obvious reason why they should; even a rut on a table he was plying one of his games on, causing a slip that led to a failed game and a payout…or worse, a hint that he was being sneaky and getting someone angry at him. Misfortune seemed his lot, and he knew there was precious little he could do about that. All he could do was try to mitigate as much as he could with his few talents.

But that didn't happen here. He had only just tried out one of his games for the first time since arriving there, a classic shell game except one could increase their rewards by increasing the difficulty - he could juggle six of them at once, and was working on seven, and it was amazing how many people thought they could get the better of him with no trouble even at the highest challenge levels. That was how he made most of his money off of that game, cocky shits who thought they were masters trying to win at those ones and failing miserably. Granted, Idon improved his odds with a little trickery - there were always some 'guaranteed' failures sprinkled in. But not all of them were - in fact, his best subterfuge was that there were plenty of completely legitimate efforts thrown in there. It wasn't as profitable in the short term, but was much more so in the long term, because people trusted his games more than others. Knowing how to be judiciously sneaky was definitely an asset he had.

Unfortunately, things hadn't gone to plan that evening. A surly patron of a nearby bar had approached, saying that he could beat anyone the shell game and had instantly gone for the highest difficulty. This one had made Idon a touch nervous, something about him seemed off - either he was soused or there was something else going on. Either way, it didn't seem the time to try a cheaty one, so he kept it legit, simply using his nimble hands to provide a fair challenge to the customer, who quickly seemed lost. The man's choice had been wrong, and immediately the patron had turned on him, accusing him of cheating him, that he was a grandmaster wizard at shell games and had never lost so it had to be a cheat, and knocking over the table and attempting to get at Idon; someone else had stepped in, a punch was thrown, and out broke a brawl in the street. Idon had managed to collect his supplies, but he hadn't been able to get away before the city watch had arrived. He'd told his side of the story, but it always made him nervous - even when he was on the up-and-up, people could treat him as suspicious.

And all that hadn't even been where the bad luck had stepped in. No, that was when the city guard, after some discussion, had placed him under arrest - not for anything to do with the shell game, but for 'swindling a member of the royal family.' For a ring he'd sold over two years ago two kingdoms away, to a woman who had never stood out as anything but nondescript to him. He didn't even remember what story he weaved about the ring, though the guards said it had been reputed to reveal when someone was being false. It might have been the worst turn of luck he'd ever had - he had no reason to suspect he had ANY connection in Drenicen, much less the one he did.

There had been no trial, simply a decree - Idon hadn't bothered with a defense, if they could tell it was him after two years then there was zero chance he could convince them otherwise. And the judgment passed was a simple one: he was to fight in the arena. A victory would allow him to regain his freedom. A defeat would condemn him to remain, where he would continue to fight to make up for his loss, and further losses would condemn him there longer - unless someone purchased the rights to him, whereupon he would be their slave until such time that he could buy himself back, which was a rare thing to happen when one was taken in such a way.

For some, a fight like that might have been something to look forward to. But Idon was no fighter, he wasn't liable to win against most foes. Especially seeing some of the foes in there…there were plenty of nonhumans in the pens, including a not-insignificant number of beastmen, quite a few of whom were there under fallacious pretenses because royals could be like that. Idon didn't fancy his chances against most humans, but beastmen were just superior in that respect, and if he had to go up against one of them, he might as well have given up before even starting. Except he didn't want to do that either, because this wasn't mere bloodsport…the battles had special weapons designed to subdue, and true victory was claimed, not by running them through with a sword or pummeling them to a pulp, but pinning and fucking the loser.

Because royals could be like that.

Footsteps. Idon lifted his head…one of the jailors, a tall and burly man, unlocked his door and slid it open with a loud squeal. “Right, you're up next. Better give it your all out there, I can see a lot of our 'residents' getting cozy with you if you don't make it out." The line was delivered remarkably impassively - Idon had almost expected a coy smirk like he was looking forward to it or something. Perhaps he was desensitized to this sort of thing by now…there was nothing to it but to stand and follow. Down the halls they went, passing by some other cells…a dingy lizardman eyeing him with a smirk that was much more like the one he'd expected, like he was a piece of meat that he wanted to take a bite out of…a burly, stoic minotaur who wasn't wearing a thing, and had a sheath and balls that suggested that whoever lost to him was going to be feeling it for a LONG time…a gnoll who made a suggestive comment as he passed, saying he wouldn't mind a cell-mate…Idon got the odd feeling that none of that bunch particularly minded being there. Or maybe they'd just gotten used to it.

He was brought to some kind of prep room, close enough to the arena that he could hear the crowds milling about. His face flushed a bit as he was reminded in a more visible way just what was about to go down - some kind of bizarre sexually-charged combat that would be taking place in front of an unknown number of folks, including royals, perhaps even the king himself. As if it wasn't awkward enough, the one piece of clothing he had, his loincloth, was taken from him, leaving him naked…all he would have out there was a wooden baton, tinged with a spell that would make each blow weaken rather than damage. Eventually either he or his opponent would be too worn down to fight, and that was when the fucking would take place…

I really do NOT fancy my chances of being the one to come out on top. And even if I somehow do…I'm not entirely certain I'll be able to get it up. How do they ensure that this actually happens? Maybe there's magic that compels it…or maybe they create matchups where they already know one of them will do the deed. Have they already pegged me as a destined victim? I have no idea how these things are set up…

“Ey, gentle, we're moving."

“Your strides are larger, we're not stalling."

Idon heard the voices, and at first thought something was very weird - they sounded too young, too high to be in a place like this. Surely they didn't put children through something like this…he turned, with apprehension, but what he actually saw wasn't at all what he expected. Brought in after him were a pair of beastmen, one wolfling and one lizardman…each of whom seemed barely to top a meter in height. Yet, they didn't come off like kids - quite the contrary, they looked pretty adult to Idon, just small adult. He couldn't help but stare, he'd never seen their like before…and they caught on pretty quickly, looking up at him as soon as the jailor left.

“Oh?" The wolfling scrutinized Idon a bit. “I guess you're our opponent?"

“I would imagine, since he's here," affirmed the lizard. “Probably fortunate, we would have fared probably less well against someone larger."

“I don't know, I think we could have handled the bigger ones. They don't look particularly skilled."

“Brutishness gets some far. The fewer blows you need to land, the less you have to worry about skill."

“Truth. But we're small targets."

“True, they don't hit us very easily."

Idon blinked at the two of them; they seemed to have a remarkably strong rapport with each other. “Uh…s-sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but…uh…what exactly are you?"

“Oh, it's not rude," replied the wolfling.

“Few people know about us here," agreed the lizard.

“The Dimyn Lands are rarely trod by giants."

“And those that do tend not to talk about us."

“By design, of course."

“We prefer not to have oversized conquerors coming around all the time."

“At least most prefer peers on our level. I guess we're weird."

“We like to explore the larger lands. It's interesting."

“Anyway, I'm a Dimyn Lupine. The name's Zylin."

“And I'm a Dimyn Reptid. You can call me Jasker."

“What's yours?" the two finished in a unison that was so perfect it was scary.

Idon felt just the slightest bit creeped out by the two of them…you didn't see two people that were so in sync with each other that they seemed almost like they were one mind. “Ah…m-my name's Idon. I, uh…I take it you two are…close?"

“Close! That's a way of putting it," Jasker snickered.

“I'd say we're much more than close," agreed Zylin. “You could refer to us as bonded."

“Partners."

“Companions."

“Lovers."

“Friends."

“Or all of the above," came another tandem addition.

“We've been together pretty much all our lives," added Zylin. “Both of us born in an integrated town. Not every place in Dimyn is that way, there's been a history of tension between the Dimyn tribes. It's getting better, but there's still a lot of work to be done."

“We grew up together, the closest of friends, and eventually graduated to more over time," Jasker continued. “I couldn't imagine my life without him, even a few days of separation felt incredibly stressful. Maybe we're connected on a deeper level, I don't really know, but it doesn't matter, just so long as we stay together, everything is fine."

“It wasn't easy getting that to happen here, but we managed to convince them that we were small enough that each of us only counted as half a person."

“We'll either win together or lose together, but it's fine so long as we're together. But I think we can win. No offense, I just think we can always win."

“I…see…" Idon felt his eye twitch. Something about the way they were so cool, so unperturbed by where they were and what situation they were in…it wasn't giving him the greatest of confidence. And again, his luck seemed to be taking a nosedive…one of them alone would have been good fortune, but two on one? Even smaller, two of them at once was a distinct advantage. At least they wouldn't be as big as a minotaur inside him, if they won… “How…exactly did you end up here? You don't seem like, uh, troublemakers…"

“Oh! That…"

“…is a very silly story."

“The silliest."

“Utterly ridiculous."

“We were aware that beastmen are not particularly well-liked around here, but usually we don't encounter as much difficulty," explained Jasker. “Being small the way we are makes us non-threatening to most, so we don't get as much hostility."

“But it's certainly not no hostility," Zylin shrugged. “I guess we made a less than solid decision about where to spend our night last week. It seemed like any inn was as good as any other, but someone took umbrage to our presence."

“We didn't get directly confronted by them, though, so we don't know who. All we know is that someone was listening in on us while we were enjoying ourselves."

“Quite rude, to listen in and not offer to join."

“Quite rude indeed."

“But that aside, they contacted the authorities. And when we tried to walk out after paying, the city guard caught us up and took us into custody."

“The charge was homosexual fornication. What an absurd thing to prosecute."

“Most absurd. But the absurdity is even higher, given what happens in this place."

“It's very bizarre. The law as written deems consensual homosexual relations to be a crime-"

“-While homosexual rape is in fact entirely legal."

“ROYALS." Idon was getting a bit tired of the unison voice - just because it was TOO eerily united.

“That's how the king can keep indulging his fetish without actually respecting males who have passion for other males," continued Zylin. “Some of the 'prisoners' here are actually here voluntarily, just because they enjoy being able to keep the company of their preferred gender."

“Although many of those ones are also of the type that enjoy being able to take by force," added Jasker. “Not that we can't understand that, the thrill of power over another is a tantalizing one. But it's far emptier than a passionate connection, it's not even a contest."

“We've experienced plenty of both, mind you."

“Oh, yes. We've had plenty of encounters that have ended up going that way."

“Dimyn are seen as easy targets because of our size."

“And sometimes letting them indulge themselves is better than a bloodbath."

“Which we could also make happen, for the record."

“And have, on a number of occasions."

“Though never without reason."

“And only defensively."

“Are…are you two…uh, all right?" Idon asked. It was just too weird of an experience, he had to know if there was something going on.

“What, the thought-chain thing?" asked Jasker. “That's just us."

“We're just that close," agreed Zylin. “We've spent a lot of time together, we've got the tightest bond we know of, and the way we think has gotten so similar that oftentimes we both know where each other is going. So we can easily follow up with what they're thinking."

Jasker nodded. “That's one of those things other people think is kind of weird, isn't it? Like we're under some kind of spell or we're two bodies with the same mind or soul or something like that. But it's not really that, I promise, it's just how in sync we are."

“Uh…right." There went that theory. Maybe. Would they tell Idon if it was something like that? He wasn't sure. But that was all the answer he was going to get. “Sorry, I'm not…really sure how to process you two, I guess. Maybe I shouldn't think too much about it, we're going to fight out there and never see each other again…whoever wins."

“Ah, yes, the match." Jasker nodded. “I think we'll win."

“But it won't be a big deal if we lose, either," said Zylin.

“Correct. You could say we have certain skills."

“Talents."

“Powers."

“Abilities."

“Even if we lose, we'll be out of here within a day or two."

“Perhaps freshly wet under our tails, but that's no big deal."

“We may be small but we can take our share of attention."

“That's a euphemism for cock if you didn't catch on."

“I…got that, thanks." Still, that had Idon a bit confused. “Does that mean I could, uh, ask you to throw for me?"

“Oh, certainly not," replied the two together, making a shudder run down Idon's spine.

“We're still going to try to win," asserted Zylin.

“For pride even if nothing else," agreed Jasker.

“But also for something else."

“Yes, an aggressive breakout would likely be rather bloody."

“If we can avoid too much violence, that's the preferable option."

“So our getting out cleanly would be to everyone's advantage."

“Presumably except for yours."

“Which we apologize for."

“But it is what it is," the two finished off together.

Well, it was worth a shot. Idon hadn't really expected them to go for it, but at least they seemed like there was a ghost of a chance, as opposed to probably anyone else in the pens. There was no more chance to talk, though, as another arena guard came in, grabbing batons for them and handing them off - he took a hard look at the small ones as he handed them theirs, though Zylin and Jasker seemed perfectly at home with them. “Through the door, and take your places. Don't dally, the king is waiting!"

This was it…Idon took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. This would decide whether he was going to be free, or or a pit slave with a perpetually sore ass. And his foes were a pair of weird tiny beastmen who didn't seem to be nearly as out of his element as he was, and he was worried about what they meant when they said they had 'skills'. Surely they couldn't be serious that they could break out of here without much trouble, that had to be overconfidence, they didn't look like they were THAT capable…but then again, could his luck be that good even once? He hoped that they had as much vulnerability as they said they did, because that was the only chance he really had…

———

The whole thing was not getting more comfortable as Idon took his place out in the coliseum field. The stands weren't packed to the brim around the combat area, but they certainly weren't particularly sparse either…probably hundreds of people there to watch his match. And he was utterly naked and swinging a stick around…just the very fact that he was out here was a massive humiliation. And that was before they even got to the fact that either he was going to be plowing someone or getting plowed…if Idon was being honest with himself, even being on the wining side wasn't going to be that comfortable, but if he lost…well, at least the two were small, and probably small down below as well. But being watched being fucked like that was going to be humiliating at any size.

Zylin and Jasker were emerging not too far away from him, both just as bare and just as poorly armed. They weren't even close to using the whole coliseum area, just one section of it - for this small a number of participants, the full size wasn't necessary. It made everything feel more compressed to Idon, it wouldn't be hard to see anything that happened to him…and it made him even more nervous that the two Dimyn folk didn't look nervous at all. They seemed so much more casual about it, like it was just another day for them…of course, maybe that was part of the issue. THEY didn't seem to be shy, they had been very straightforward with Idon, and they were experienced in the ways of sex with other males, so they weren't treading unfamiliar territory like Idon was. And Idon couldn't help but feel that put him at a disadvantage.

He faced them down with as much boldness as he could muster, as they squared off with him as well. The dusty ground wasn't comfortable in the slightest, the sticks might not have hurt but Idon knew he wanted to be careful how he moved because he doubted he wanted to rake his knee on the ground or anything like that. Another problem, Zylin and Jasker seemed tougher than he was…maybe his size could at least get him some reach, that might have been the only thing he could hope for.

A loud ringing sound came from the stands above, and before Idon knew what was happening, Zylin and Jasker were off like a shot, rushing towards him with unexpected speed. Zylin was the faster of the two, and the one Idon focused on first, bringing his stick up to block the wolfling's swing. A loud crack rang out, and Idon staggered backwards as his stick and Zylin's made contact with him - that had been HARD! He hadn't been ready for that at all, they looked too small to be able to hit like that…he'd dampened the blow at least but not enough to not be feeling it. And he barely recovered in time to try to parry Jasker's follow-up blow - a parry attempt that failed, the stick being knocked out of his hand and Idon's knee taking quite the rapping. He hurriedly snatched the stick back up and twisted around to face them again, his leg feeling a little wobbly but not hurting…but he was already panting a bit, the magic of the sticks working on him as intended. Jasker hit even harder than Zylin, and so far Idon hadn't gotten a single thing on either of them…

He tried, when the two came at him again, trying a broad sweeping swing to see if he could catch both of them at once. He got neither one, Zylin leaping over his stroke and catching him on the side with his stick, and he was too early to hit Jasker, who caught him on the side of the head. Idon hit the ground painfully, his body aching a bit from landing on the unpleasant surface; he pushed himself upright again, but his breathing was getting labored. What the hell are they...it's like they know exactly how to move to avoid and counterattack. Are they actually fighters? I'm fucked if they are, I haven't even played around with swinging sticks since I was the littlest of lads…not to mention they move in perfect tandem, like they know exactly what they're doing with each other…

Idon steadied himself and tried to be a bit more proactive on his next move, trying to ignore the budding fatigue as he hastened towards Jasker - the lizard was slower, he was more likely to land a hit on him. He made to go for a downward swing, tricking Jasker into raising his stick up, and then quickly turned it into a sidelong swipe that caught Jasper's side, at least giving him one successful strike - but he paid for it when Zylin smacked the backs of his knees, sending him down on them, and then Jasker clonked him on the head, and not gently at all. The two then backed off again, letting Idon rise again, even more slowly…the human was feeling a bit dizzy from the blow, and more and more felt like he wanted to just sink to the ground. Was he pathetically weak, or were they just hitting THAT hard…or both?

He turned, trying to spot Zylin, who was coming in towards him. Idon tried to put everything into swiping at him, but Zylin ran around him, and as Idon tried to follow, he got smacked in the thigh by Jasker. Quickly as he could, he went to counter the lizard, and then Zylin caught his other thigh. They were circling him now, moving even more in sync, Zylin slowing his pace to Jasker's and staying on the opposite side of Idon from the lizard. Try as he might, Idon couldn't keep up…if his focus was an Zylin, Jasker went in for the blow, and if he shifted to the lizard, the wolf came in and pounded him. And while he got a glancing strike in on Zylin, his movements were getting far slower, lacking much in the way of energy…he felt like he'd run a dozen miles, he was barely staying upright, heaving hard and fast. He didn't even realize what was happening as they sped up around him, becoming a blur to his vision…until suddenly they leapt up into the air, and he looked up to see both of them coming down right at him.

There was no chance for him to react, not with as foggy as he was now. Both sticks cracked him on the head, and he saw stars for a moment before the world turned into a cyclone and he flumphed onto the ground, his stick going clattering across the ground. He gulped down air, coughing on the dust near his face as he desperately tried to regain his senses. Maybe two smaller critters, but the result was no less a foregone conclusion than it would have been against one of the bigger possible foes - a decisive loss. And that meant he had a consequence to face…

Two consequences, actually, because there were two of them. And while a lone fighter might not have been any more likely a victory, it would have only resulted in one of his holes being used…Zylin's approach towards his head was by his lonesome, and he could hear Jasker heading towards his other end. Idon didn't have the energy to protest or fight them, the beatdown had been ruthlessly effective in draining him pretty completely. He just resigned himself to what was to come, hoping that at least small critters meant small dicks.

He already had the dread he was wrong once Zylin got that sheath close up to his face. “No need to be shy, we're used to this," he remarked, which wasn't at all helpful to Idon as he wasn't, but he didn't reply, too engrossed in what was in front of his face. Because Zylin's sheath was pretty big compared to Idon's expectation, and his sack hung rather heavy between his legs, at least a match if not more than what Idon had. He got to see plenty of it as it was pushed into him, as he licked at the sheath just to comply with the demands - 'willing' was certainly going to far, but accepting wasn't. He didn't have to worship the fuzzy sheath for long, though, as Zylin's cock started to push out…and out…and out…

By absolute terms it was not horrifyingly huge. But that canine cock at full mast was far bigger on the small creature than Idon ever would have foreseen…and his face reddened involuntarily as he became aware that there was no way it was smaller than his own. And not helping matters was the feeling of Jasker's dick pressing into the cleft of his ass, hot-dogging him and leaving smily trails of wetness over him…if the lizard wasn't the same size, he was even a touch bigger than Zylin. He dwarfed these creatures by more than two feet in height, and they were STILL hung better than he was, and not just by a little, at least an inch if not two, and probably half again as thick…and the hundreds in the crowd were seeing the same thing, and whether they were judging the two Dimyn favorably or him poorly was impossible to say, but he was inclined to believe it the latter.

The good news was, he wouldn't have to see them for long…the bad news was, the feel was even bigger than the sight. Zylin's tip found Idon's mouth and pushed in, steadily if not harshly, making him gag a bit but he was forced to take it in as deep as it would go, and a couple of inches were in Idon's throat, he could feel it…at least part of that was the more pointed tip, but that wasn't exactly making him feel that much better. And then Jasker thrust in…harder than Zylin had, faster, breaking him open and erasing his prior status as untouched in the rear, now playing host to the cock of a reptilian creature, inhuman…some might not have cared, but to others, that was a taint that wouldn't be removed, that he was being used by something not of his own kind. It didn't matter that he didn't really have the choice…his face burned with embarrassment as he wondered how many of the onlookers thought that way, came here to watch humans be defiled by beastmen to give themselves someone to feel superior to. And the king watching, enjoying his defilement as well for a different reason, most likely pointing to their deviant behavior as worthy of ridicule, even though he had set this all up himself…he probably enjoyed when males who preferred males were used and abused, and even if Idon wasn't one of those kinds, it didn't matter if the king could give that impression…

It was distressing enough just thinking about that that he would have been thinking about hightailing it out of Drenicen altogether, if he wasn't staring at a long sentence in these pits thanks to his failure here.

“Oy, no one told you to stop with the tongue." Zylin's voice cut in, snapping Idon back to attention. He started to lick and suckle on that dick, the salty taste making him wince a bit. He very much wasn't used to this, had no idea what he was doing, but as long as Zylin didn't get testy he had to figure he was doing something right enough. He remained in position on his side, not exactly the most comfortable but he didn't really feel like moving more than he had to at the moment, and didn't want anyone thinking he was trying to escape. Jasker's cock pounding into his asshole would ensure he couldn't anyway, he was already feeling a little sore and they had just started.

The swerve came when Idon felt Jasker rap against something inside him that felt weirdly enjoyable…and then kept at that, as it got a reaction out of him, making him clench hard on that tool and push into Zylin as well. “Oh, he liked that, I can tell," the lizard stated rather bluntly as he gripped Idon tighter and leaned into it more, smacking that hot button with a healthy fervor.

“We should make sure he gets a consolation prize, don't you think?" Zylin suggested, before his breath hitched a bit and he bucked into Idon's mouth, making the moan grunt as he was packed full again…there was a bulge at the base of the wolfling's shaft that the human was getting very nervous about.

“I concur entirely, he was woefully unprepared for us."

“Indeed, but that's not his fault."

The two of them started to really get into it now, and once again their uncanny synchronicity was showing itself - Idon could swear they were timing their thrusts to each other, either to remain in tandem or to switch it up and go out of phase, one out while the other went in. It was making Idon's head spin a bit…but that wasn't all that was making it spin, because he was starting to feel an unexpected arousal. A heat rising in him, the sensations getting less uncomfortable and more desirable, and, most shockingly, his cock having risen to full hardness, providing a stark comparison point for just how outmatched he was. How would it compare to other humans? Idon didn't really want to take the occasion to find out, being humbled by these two tiny titans was embarrassment enough…and even that embarrassment wasn't killing the mood.

It should have been…Idon should have been utterly incapable of feeling anything other than mortification, with hundreds of eyes looking upon him being violated by creatures far smaller than him, except where it counted. And yet there he was, squirming under the sexual conquest, hard and leaking, trying and failing to keep from moaning as Zylin and Jasker worked him over. He was even starting to come around to the scent and taste of Zylin, both of them rather strong but starting to draw him more, and he was slurping and swallowing of his own volition now rather than just making the wolfling do all the work. He was also squeezing down more on Jasker, and not simply out of reflex…like he was actually trying to get the lizard off. Idon didn't even fully understand his own actions, understand why he did it, but it wasn't stopping them from happening, and he wasn't really making any effort to.

“Mmf…he's coming around, Zylin," puffed Jasker, also moaning as that ass massaged his cock more actively.

“For sure, Jasker," agreed Zylin, panting into the oral attention he was getting. That bulge near the base was bigger than ever, and smacking against Idon's lips with each thrust…he didn't think it could fit inside, but maybe that was just desperate hope, since he'd heard of far greater mismatches working out…

“To the finish, then," they said together, and then Idon was suddenly assailed with a much more fervent fucking, both of them going double-time on him. The lizard rutting his rear, the wolf at his face, both falling back into perfect sync as they let loose on him, displaying an energy that Idon couldn't believe they had within them. He felt almost like a plaything for them in that moment, barely able to do anything more than just squeeze and spasm around them, and no longer was he asked to do anything more than that. And somehow that was only feeding into what was already threatening to make his throbbing cock blow, to let loose its load in a shameful surrender that would no doubt put him in such low esteem to the onlookers that they wouldn't care if he was a gnoll's prison bitch for the rest of time…

Idon wasn't really prepared for it when it hit, even though he could feel the dam getting close to bursting he thought he was holding it back…but for whatever reason, he suddenly failed, and his back arched a bit as he pushed his hips forward, his seed jetting out onto the dusty ground in a very blatant submission. And in spite of everything, it felt SO good, his body didn't care the circumstances, it just loved that he could let loose and really unleash what had been building up. His own hand had never gotten this kind of response out of him, not even close...

And then it was their turn. In perfect unison, the two Dimyn cried out, driving in one final time…and somehow, Idon's mouth gave in just like everything else and stretched open for that bulge that was plapping against his lips, cramming him nice and full and spearing more of that cock down his throat, just in time for Zylin to unleash his spunk straight into his gullet. Jasker was pumping him nice and full at the other end, making a rather significant mess at his rear as some gushed deep inside Idon and some leaked out around that intruding cock to stain the human's ass. Even their loads felt more robust than his own, his inferiority on display in yet another fashion, but at the moment Idon wasn't able to care, it didn't stop the ecstasy from coursing through his body in waves that refused to end for a good while.

Even when they did, he still had a bit to wait for the other two to finish, and they took a bit longer to taper off. It left Idon panting, shuddering a bit, trying to draw in breath around that thick cock in his throat, and what air he could get in was soaked with Zylin's musk, far too strong for such a small creature. But finally, he felt the new introduction recede, leaving only what had filled him to wet his passages…only now was he coming back to what had just happened, that he'd been beaten and fucked in front of a crowd, and shot off at that treatment…his face went as red as it ever had been, there was no way this wasn't going to stick with him in the eyes of everyone who had witnessed it. And it wouldn't be the last time they'd see him, either…maybe not even the last time they'd see him submit shamefully to a beastman's cock.

Caught up in this, he didn't realize what was going on until Zylin's hands found the muscles at the hinges of his jaw. Idon felt a weird warmth there, and then with a sudden effort Zylin stretched that mouth open just enough to pop his knot out, freeing Idon from that bizarre captivity. Behind him, Jasker also extracted himself with much less fanfare, giving him a pat on the thigh. “That was enjoyable for us, I do hope we returned the favor a little bit."

“With as open as his own release was, I think we were successful at that," remarked Zylin.

“We should probably not tarry, I imagine we aren't the only ones to be shown today."

“Agreed, plus I'd rather not give them reasons to try to harry us further." The two strode off to a smattering of cheers and jeers, towards the open doorway at the side of the arena. After a minute, Idon was able to slowly get to his feet, and on wobbly legs slowly make his way towards the other door, where he could see one of the guards looking at him derisively. Maybe for his performance out there, or for other reasons, Idon didn't much care, he had bigger things to worry about at this point…

———

The aftermath of the battle was fairly simple. Idon was brought to the showers to get cleaned up and cleaned out, which he was made to do on his own…not that he terribly minded, the thought of having someone else's hands work the spunk out of his rear end wasn't exactly appealing. Plus, it gave him a chance to process the embarrassment of having been mounted and seeded by two creatures he towered over…and having their cocks both be bigger than his…and having shot off from it. That was a lot of things to process.

It had him asking questions about himself that he hadn't ever really asked before. He'd always thought of himself as completely into women, and never into men. Yet, it hadn't even really been that hard to get him to blow here, and he couldn't forget how he'd sunk into it after a bit, nursing Zylin's tool while squeezing down on Jasker's. He could try to tell himself there was a magic to it, except…could he really buy that? What was there to support it? He certainly hadn't felt anything, other than the raw pleasure of the two tiny tops. Was there something he just hadn't been able to notice? Or had he just in denial about what really turned his crank all this time?

Lots of questions, no good answers. And he wasn't going to get them at the moment…though maybe he would over time, because now he was stuck there. And as he was herded back to processing, he wondered what was going to happen to him. Was he going to be stuck in a cell with one of the other, bigger males, who'd be able to use him at their leisure? There had been an insinuation that way, he'd been told he wasn't going to get an exclusive spot for long…they had more than enough prisoners to double or triple up, and clearly were unbothered by the prospect of forced interactions between them. And then there was the other problem…if he WAS into it, then what happened if they stopped being forced? That was a crime, apparently…could they do worse than keeping them in here?

The guard at the desk seemed not the person to ask this to, busy doing something that Idon couldn't tell if it was related to him or not. He was muttering quietly to himself, poking at some kind of map…maybe trying to determine a good spot to stow Idon away. He remained quiet, standing at attention, hands surreptitiously in front of his genitals…modesty seemed useless here but he hadn't totally gotten used to that yet. But as he was waiting in growingly anxious anticipation, something unexpected happened…another attendant came in, whispering something to the guard and handing him a note. The guard read it, an eyebrow going up. “This for real?"

“Promise you, sir. I didn't expect it either."

“Hmph. Well, I suppose it's not out of bounds, but it's not the way things usually go…very well." The guard stood, looking Idon in the eyes. “It's your lucky day, bitch. Instead of spending the next several days getting lanced by a very eager gnoll, you're going to be serving someone else. You've been bought."

Idon wasn't so sure that was truly lucky - being bought meant legally being a slave until he bought himself back, and masters weren't obligated to make it easy for him to do that. “I…I have?"

“Yep. And they're even letting you get back your stuff. Can't say I've ever heard that before, but it's their call." The guard stepped over to the large cabinet in the back of the room and opened it up, sifting through a few containers before bringing out Idon's. Not that there was that much there - clothes, a couple of cheap personal items, no money and no kit for his shell game because that had all been confiscated for his 'grift' but at least he wouldn't have to go out there naked. “Make it snappy, I'm not hanging out here all day for you to get decent."

Idon didn't hesitate, donning his clothes as quickly as he ever had in his life. Just having something covering him helped him feel a bit more comfortable…he didn't know what was going to happen going forward, but at least he was making it out of here, which was something he didn't really think would happen on his own. Now he just had to hope his new master wasn't a horrible monster that would make him pine for a rapey gnoll…

The visiting attendant was the one to take him out, not speaking to him at all, just bringing him back to the entrance of the coliseum. Idon wasn't paying attention to much around him this time, lost in what might be coming up…he'd never been able to count on his luck being anything but crap, so getting apparently lucky in getting out surely had to mean that he was getting UNlucky in some other respect, right? Maybe he was just going from one forced reaming to another…

“Ah, there he is."

“The man of the hour."

“Or the previous hour, I suppose."

“A time period decidedly encompassing an hour somewhere."

Idon hadn't expected to be hearing THOSE voices again. He blinked and looked down, and there they were…Zylin and Jasker, standing there like nothing had happened. The two were clearly back in their own gear, and it was surprising what kind of figures they cut…the wolf was in a lighter but armored clothing that seemed to shimmer a bit, and a cloak that was rather fancy, with some kind of spear that seemed much more than just a weapon for stabbing, while the lizard had a sword strapped to his back that looked almost as long as he was tall, and colorful armor over his chest, forearms, and shins. No wonder they beat me so well there…they were underselling themselves in the adventuring experience department. “You're still here?"

“Of course we are," Jasker nodded.

“We couldn't leave without our purchase, after all," added Zylin.

“…Purchase? W…wait. You…YOU bought me?"

“That we did," affirmed Jasker.

“You were a good sport in there," stated Zylin.

“And though we won fair and square-"

“-we also felt bad about leaving you there."

“Particularly because we COULD have thrown."

“Even though we weren't going to."

“So we decided that the best way to remedy things-"

“-was to simply secure your freedom ourselves."

“Of a sort, anyway." There was that two-in-one voice again…that was never not going to make him feel weird.

“We'll take him from here," Zylin said now to the attendant.

“We appreciate your assistance," added Jasker with a slight bow.

The attendant gave one last look at Idon, shrugging in a resigned way, and then turned and walked away. Idon didn't know what exactly that was about, but he wondered if the attendant found this all just as confusing as he did…it didn't matter much, as he was beckoned to follow the two, and did so without question. Maybe nothing was strictly compelling him to obey, but he knew it was a bad idea to try to weasel out of this - a purchased debt was really just a transfer, and a debt owed could be collected on in some pretty nasty ways.

Once they were a little ways away, and relatively on their own, he chanced speaking up again. “So, uh…should I ask what 'of a sort' means?"

“Oh, that's an easy question," declared Jasker.

“It means that you're still technically owned," continued Zylin.

“By us, of course." Idon winced as they doubled up again.

“But we're not interested in making this difficult for you."

“Although we like the idea of having a giant in our service."

“But it'll just be for a while."

“You'll get chances to work it off."

“Things you might not be that averse to."

“Considering your responses during our victory procession."

Idon felt his face reddening. “You…you're going to…"

“Have our way with you? Of course."

“Though without the combat beforehand."

“Not our particular idea of foreplay."

“Though one could be excused for thinking so."

“Sometimes we do need to fight before we can safely surrender."

“We'll try to avoid that while you're around, though."

“You aren't much of a fighter," they finished in unison again.

The human swallowed. “So, uh…I'm…going to work off my debt by…servicing you?"

“Indeed," agreed Jasker.

“For certain," agreed Zylin.

“I haven't enjoyed your mouth yet, after all."

“And I need personal experience with your tail."

“That's a metaphorical tail as you don't have one."

“But I'm certain you understand the applicable region."

“We spend a lot of time outside the city, so we should be safe from this kind of incident again."

“Probably more privacy as well, which I would certainly approve of."

“There will be other duties as well, though."

“Acting as a lookout of danger."

“Gathering supplies for us in the wild and in cities."

“Getting things off the tall shelves."

“The tall shelves, our ultimate nemesis," the two concluded in unison.

What he had thought would be a bizarre one-off encounter seemed like it was going to be Idon's life for a while. He supposed he would just have to get used to it, because Zylin and Jasker weren't going to be changing any time soon. But…if all they wanted was to nail him and take advantage of his height for a bit, and then let him free to go back to his own devices after that…it certainly hadn't been that bad to take them, he couldn't deny that, and at least being taller than them was something he could do with ease. And if that was what got him out of a prolonged confinement in the arena, maybe his luck was starting to turn after all…