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The tension in the room was best described as heated. But it was so much more than that. It was if the air broiled and sizzled between the two fighters, now taking refuge in their respective corners as the next round awaited to be announced.

On one side sat an otter, arms draped against the ropes of the ring as if he hung upon them for strength, legs spread, the only clothing he sported being the shorts around his abdomen. It bared everything for all to see, the density of his muscle, the thickness of his build, that there was nothing to joke about a smaller stature, he was built like a powerhouse and the past few rounds had proven nothing but his ferocity. He had landed some solid blows to his opponent, he'd prolonged what might have been a quick fight from mere assumptions alone into an all-out brawl that truly tested both their stamina and resilience. It had all stemmed from a stupid, childish bet, an unofficial policy of the gym they were duking it out in. It hadn't been meant to be taken this seriously, but Wade was in far too deep now.

He dragged the back of his wrist against his muzzle, smearing a thin streak of blood from where some vessel had burst inside his nose. The metallic tang had crept down the back of his throat so that every swallow as he heaved for air gave him that mild flavour of copper. His fur was soaked with the sheen of sweat from a brilliant sparring match, most likely bruised underneath the caramel brown pelt where his flesh throbbed with an immediate soreness that would dull over time. His mind was not focused on any of it however, adrenaline thundering through his veins to keep him alert and aware, pupils just pinpricks as he stared down across the ring to his opponent, who looked to be in better shape than the otter, if only by a margin.

The owl-bear had been introduced to him only as Doc, the gym's owner and a massive man at that. His build thanks to one half of his genetics had bestowed him to be stocky and impressive, swelling with the raw power only a bear could ever muster, but his features were distinctly avian; his head resembled that of an owl, large golden eyes like fiery pools that fixed Wade with a piercing stare. Clawed paws had shown no mercy to the otter as dangerous swipes had come at him from left and right threatening to slice deep if they connected with his tips, at the very least to batter into submission in any case at all. He would have easily dominated Wade alone were this a contest of flat out aggression and physical prowess given Doc's large, barrelled size, but the otter had used speed and manoeuvrability to his advantage, and what he lost in power he made up for in persistence and precision. Doc had so far been forced to lash out where he could with enough force to shatter bricks, as Wade had ducked and wove around the bigger male to avoid the blows that he could. He'd endured admirably up until this point, but even he couldn't deny that he was working towards his last legs as the last round had given Doc too many opportunities to hit him hard.

He was winded and though he did his best not to show it he knew the next round would determine everything.

The referee, some poor random personal trainer who simply worked under the Doc that had been roped in to adjudicating, moved to the centre, looking between the two sides as if signalling for their attention. Without a word both otter and owl-bear rose, lumbering to the centre of the ring poised for their next bout.

"Keep it clean, you know how hard it is to get rid of blood stains..." There was a tone of disapproval, concern, but it was resigned. The trainer knew, as much as Wade and Doc did in their eyes, that this was only ever going to end with one of them knocked unconscious. Both were too stubborn to simply admit defeat. Wade wanted to prove his mettle and take down a man nearly twice his size, and Doc had his pride to defend in his own territory. This was going to be brutal no matter how civil and restrained they attempted to be.

An arm was lifted between them, an invisible, imaginary barrier that stopped both fighters from lashing at one another, but as soon as it was lifted the mood changed from tense to infested with thirst. The room wanted to see a fight, they craved for the excitement and the energy, the beauty of the brawl, and as soon as that arm was gone it sparked into life.

Doc lunged at Wade with a frightening speed, as if he had been holding back up until now. It took the otter a fantastically quick reflex to dive out of the way as a punch sailed past his face and clipped against his shoulder. Even just the graze sent a jarring shock of pain radiating through his shoulder blades, but he shook the feeling off and barrelled a few shots into the owl-bear's stomach, two or three he could manage before Doc swung back at him, forcing a retreat to the other side behind him. The bigger brute snarled - or was the term screeched, in lieu of his owl heritage - as he came back at Wade with renewed vigour, testament to the idea that perhaps he really had been holding back on the otter all this time and had now finally had enough of the charade. But Wade liked to think to himself that rather instead he had simply finally worn the owl-bear down to his breaking point, forcing the male to snap his typically restrained demeanour and finally flushed out the aggression within. It would have been a last resort for Doc, he was sure, and as he dodged yet more flurrying punches and kicks, he hoped it was indeed the last trick he had up his sleeve. Otherwise he would surely overcome the otter through exhaustion and endurance alone, though they had traded but few blows that had made much difference.

His footpaws danced against the dusty texture of the ring's floor, feeling so light upon his own legs that Wade struck out with a few deft blows to undercut some of the Doc's own swings, but a risky move meant the owl-bear had found an opening to strike at his gut. Once, twice, maybe three times until Wade felt winded, and he recuperated what he could with some distance between him and the owl-bear who circled looking for the next vantage point. It was almost mesmerising to watch, seeing the man's bridling physique underneath a pelt of feathered fur, witnessing for himself the true might of what someone of his size and strength could do with some calculated moves. He was a challenge Wade wanted to break, to prove himself if to no one else but the owl-bear and himself, that he was just as strong though he lacked the match of height. So far their brawl had been phenomenally breath-taking in every possible sense, every moment etched into Wade's mind and body so that it left a surging imprint in his psyche. It was actually thrilling, in some deep, visceral sensation, to actually be competing against someone who was finally a potential superior, someone who could pose a threat to him and someone that he could overcome with hard work on his build and skills.

It was even, in some twisted sense, arousing. He couldn't explain it, but it was just a hot idea to be skirmishing against a worthy opponent and posed with the opportunity to prove his own strength.

Wade did his best to angle himself so that his erection couldn't have been seen. It was only just hardening, something of a semi, but he could feel it tenting his shorts. Regardless it cost him, as Doc seemed almost to sense there was weakening in the otter's stance, his attention distracted elsewhere. It was impossible to both avoid embarrassment as well as keep up with the owl-bear he could easily demolish him given one wrong move.

But in the end it was one wrong move that was his undoing. Despite all his valiant efforts and fierce persistence, like a stream of water trying to cut its way through a mountain wearing Doc down to the very last round, it was his own undoing as he barely had chance to react to the blur of feathers and fur careening towards him. In the blink of an eye the world snapped shut and Wade had no idea what happened, thumping to the ground in a collapsed heap, out cold and oblivious to rest of the gym that hollered at the victory of their mentor.

He was oblivious even as his opponent heaved him over one shoulder like a trophy, and took him away...

When he awoke finally, in a spluttering daze grimacing as his head rang with the dull throb of a gruesome punch, he was no longer in the ring. The gym was still the same, although now utterly vacant and dampened to just the hue of low lighting, the city street outside cast in the evening glow. It was afterhours, and in his drunken haze of coming to Wade scrambled to his footpaws, body swaying like an unruly pendulum as feelings became sharper and the world clearer. His arms were strung up, wrists aching and sore against some kind of rope, and Wade frantically panicked as he stumbled up, trying to stand upon his tiptoes as it became apparent his weight was resting against the bonds around him limbs. He was strung up like a piece of meat in a butcher shop, barely able to get purchase upon the floor, and dangerously drifting from side to side whenever he lost that foothold. The further realisation that he had been stripped of his shorts did nothing to calm his nerves, thrashing around nude by his wrists. It took him a while to still, but when he finally could, it by no means made him feel any more at ease. His heart pounded in his chest as he wondered what sick joke this was, throwing his head from side to side, careful not to flail around too much, looking for the culprit responsible to leaving him like this.

"Hello?!" He bellowed furiously into the echoing room, "Who the fuck is there? Let me fucking go!"

At first there was no response, just the quiet disturbance of his own breathing and scuffled footsteps, but a door opened from somewhere, clattering shut as somebody approach from behind. Wade threw a look behind him, only to meet the graceless figure of Doc, fresh from the shower, dried off but still emanating of a distinctly soapy aroma, sporting only his shorts and a towel lazily flung over one shoulder,

"Ah, you're awake, good." If a beak could smile, Wade was sure that the man had a grin upon his face, "I've been waiting quite a while..."

"What the fuck do you want?" Wade spat, "Get me down from here."

"No."

Silence hung between them, the same tension from the match suddenly returning in a creeping sensation. Wade felt it claw at his chest as suddenly he was faced with the reality of being a captive to his captor, unable to escape, and utterly at his mercy. Doc picked the towel from his shoulder and dabbed down his arms,

"You know you've got some balls, coming into my gym, challenging me like that," the towel was thrown against a work bench, the owl-bear barely paying much attention to his strung up otter as he monologued, "I didn't think anyone would be actually stupid enough to take that dumb notice seriously, take one look at me and know you're gonna get beaten to a bloody pulp for even trying... It was meant to be that kind of inspirational thing, you see the owner, realise how buff you could be, sign up and get to work... But you, I don't know whether you're incredibly cocky or if you've been knocked on the head one too many times. And then you're fucking boner, fuck me, then it clicked." Wade's eyes went wide, audibly gasped in something between shock and horror. He had hoped nobody saw, "Oh yeah, everyone saw that. You were like a fucking tent pole when you went down... Makes me wonder, do you get off on people just beating you up? Because if so, then you can get the fuck outta my gym and don't come back, don't need weirdos like that-"

"I liked the challenge!" Wade blurted, as if compelled to answer, to undo his shame. Doc fixed him with a measured stare, a look that urged for more information, "I like going up against stronger opponents, pushes me to be better, to be stronger. One look at you and I needed to beat you. That last round it was... intense. It was electric, two beasts just going at it, proving who was stronger, I guess I just got lost in the feeling... Finally being faced with someone stronger, even if you did win, makes me want to get stronger even more and try all over again... Besides," Wade shrugged his shoulders, twinging with pain but discarded the feeling with a thought. He smirked, sheepishly returning his eyes back to the owl-bear, "Getting free membership did sweeten the deal for me if I beat you."

Doc returned the smirk, arms folded, shaking his head as he breathed a soft chuckle,

"You're certainly not all what I took you for."

"I guess that membership is out of the question now, huh?"

"Depends."

Wade had meant the statement as a joke, nothing more than light mirth in a time of eerie nervousness given that he was naked and bound in front of a man he had attempted to pummel into unconsciousness however long ago the match had been. The owl-bear seemed sane enough, but something in that singular word had the otter rethinking what the man wanted out of him other than just to talk.

"...on what?" he hesitated, fidgeting in the rope, suddenly hyperaware again that he was vulnerable and exposed to the behemoth that had beaten him one-to-one.

"On if you can pass my first exercise." Doc sauntered up to the otter, one paw reaching out and embracing Wade's shoulder, steadying him, "You want to train with me, someday beat me in a fight? Then you're gonna have to make sacrifices and prove yourself. You want a challenge? Then let's make your first lesson one of endurance." The owl-bear's free paw reached down and toyed with Wade's crotch, fingers lacing around the erection he didn't even know he had, startled that the situation was turning him on, "Take ten solid punches to the gut and I'll let you join. Deal?"

The owl-bear wasn't being entirely forward about his intentions that much was painstakingly obvious to Wade, but he could see that Doc knew his unsubtle approach was hard to ignore. They both knew that this wasn't completely about training and compromises. It was about power, it was about proving who was in control and who was the stronger of the two. Wade felt powerless under the owl-bear's hold, unable to escape, turned on by just his domineering presence, and yet he had never felt more alive, never felt so fierce in all his life. It was like a whole new surge of adrenaline, a second wind that pumped into his blood and had him agreeing to the Doc's offer before his mind even had the chance to think about it. If he could take ten punches, he could take the owl-bear again, and he would prove himself anew.

"Good," Doc took a short step back, widening his stance and lifting his fists, "Ten it is then."

Wade braced himself, tensed his stomach, and waited as the Doc breathed slow and readied his arm. In a second, his fist had already shot out the moment the otter took a breath, and suddenly the wind came bursting from his lungs in an explosion of spittle and noise, his gut screaming from the force of the blow. That made for one punch, and yet still there were nine more to go.

Doc took his time, the punches never came all at once, and he seemed to give the otter the opportunity to recoup something of his strength before he went in for the second punch; this time Wade was less prepared, more disorganised, and when he felt the fist connect with his stomach in yet another split second he knew it was going to take its toll. He wheezed as his lungs were starved of their oxygen, sucking back breaths that seemed to shallow to take, and he swung violently on his arms like a living punching bag. In fact, with grim realisation, he knew now that was what he was. A punching bag for the owl-bear to use and train with, and the idea of that ignited something in Wade's mind that had him throbbing hard. Something wanted him to turn the tables on Doc, something wanted him to keep going, to punch harder, and he couldn't decide which he liked more.

The third punch swung at him, and though painful as it was, leaving a sharp blow to his lower stomach, the feeling had changed. Yes it hurt and yes he wished he would rather not get beaten up for the second time that day, but it resonated in his head. He felt his cock pulse, realising this would make him stronger, that already he was processing the feeling differently, his brain attuning to the agony, filtering it, reworking it into fuel that would propel him to grow as a fighter.

The fourth and fifth punches came in succession, each making a loud, slapping sound of flesh against taut muscle, beating into something solid but pliant, and Wade grunted hard at the pain. There was something burning inside him though now, and like a forest fire it took hold with the more fuel it was fed, building and building with every punch that landed to his gut. Wade watched Doc bounce from footpaw to footpaw as he wound up for a sixth shot, moving gracefully like any boxer would in the ring, and the otter saw himself in the owl-bear, and as the sixth punch landed he groaned, some pained pleasure shocking through him.

As the seventh, eighth and ninth punches hurtled into his stomach, the owl-bear merciless in his assault, Wade swayed with the force and his body shuddered under the feeling. It would only sweeten his victory once he had it, and every step along the way would make him stronger. The radiating pain was a reminder that he would do better and that this was the man he would have to beat, that this pain was what he could one day deliver, surpass, endure, and he could feel his body responding. It was twisted, but he felt like he was going to cum, hardly touched aside from the fists that had brought him to this brink, and he watched Doc ready the last and final blow.

The owl-bear's fist connected, Wade howled aloud as he came, his orgasm tearing through him and ripping the pain and pleasure into pieces before meshing them into some warped sensation. His stomach rang with agony, his cock buzzed with relief and satisfaction, and the euphoria that settled over him like pins and needles was by no means comfortable but it felt good. Wade relished in it as shot after shot of seed jetted from his cock and splattered against the gym mats, right at the owl-bear's feet. Only when his climax came to a lull did he speak, holding the shivering, slumped form of the otter in his arms.

"Looks like we're gonna be seeing a lot of each other in future..."