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Tales from the Nexus: Sabre

"Welcome boys and girls, men and women of all ages. This is the first instalment of Tales from the Nexus_, a collection of stories designed to entice, horrify, arouse, warn, shock, mystify and encourage feverous self-pleasuring. I am your host, Nex Canis, and I would like to remind you all that all of these stories are completely unrelated with the only consistency between them is that my company, the_ Nexus Conglomerate_, is somehow involved._

"To the legalese. The following story contains scenes of male on male action, a little bit of rape, sizable muscle growth, transformation, loss of innocence, enormous penile growth which, naturally, leads to enormous penises and sadly, love and affection. Blech. For those of you who are underage in your respective countries or an turned off by one or more of the above situations, please feel free to read the copy of Reader's Digest that we have conveniently placed beside you. I'm sure that will be much more entertaining reading.

"And yes. We know where you live."

...

_ "Now that the housekeeping is out of the way, today's story takes us to locations far and wide both within and outside of reality. To fantastic alien worlds which naturally means, we meet fantastic aliens. They say curiosity kills the cat but times have certainly changes. When dealing with the_ Nexus Conglomerate, curiosity becomes the cat.

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Day 1

My name is Ian. Ian Koenig. I was an employee at the Star City Branch of Nexwork Studios. The keyword being 'was'. If anyone is reading this then either I'm dead... or worse. To those that do find this, please make sure that the story of Ian Koenig is made known. The world has to know the horrors behind Nexwork Studios and the Nexus Conglomerate as a whole. And to the Director... You're a monster.

I guess I should start with who I am.

You already know my name is Ian Koenig. I was born in Germany in 1988 to a well off family. I loved my parents. I have a Masters in Mechanical Engineering. A girlfriend or any semblance of a love life have always been out of my reach. I like to think I'm not ugly but with my poor eyesight that needs to be corrected by thick glasses, I'm not exactly a catch. For by 6' 5'' height, I guess being 89 kilos is a little overweight and I admit I have a bit of a paunch. But I've always been married to my work. It was instilled in me by my ma and pa. Work comes first. You will find your love through your work. That was how they met.

Right after I graduated from my degree at Heidelberg University, I was recruited by this man in a black suit - an American - who just introduced himself as Stan. He said he worked for a group of companies that was working to make incredible profits. That they only cared about money. I guess that level of honesty really appealed to me back then. I was young, in serious debt from my student loans and if they made money, that meant that there was money to give. So I signed up with their entertainment branch, Nexworks Studios.

They had some extremely high-tech stuff where I worked but something seemed off. Everything was extremely... siloed. I was assigned to Project Maximus and I didn't even have a vision of the whole project. I had no idea what the end goal was. I had no idea what the scope of the project was. All the others working on Maximus were literally two or three floors away from me. The people sitting on my floor all had different projects they were working on. I thought it was strange from a logistics point of view but when I asked my supervisor, she smiled at me and told me that the company encouraged cross-collaboration and opportunism. If I saw that there was a better project that I wanted to work on, I just had to ask. She also told me that since my co-workers were on other floors, I was encouraged to get off my seat and walk a bit to talk to them for health purposes.

I wish I hadn't taken that at face value.

But I guess the thing that the Conglomerate does above all else and above all companies is that they value their employees but not necessarily in the traditional value. I once heard an address from the head of Conglomerate, the Director. His face was hidden which should have sparked alarm bells but he was charming and I was enraptured by his speech.

Like Stan, he was brutally honest. He wasn't going to call us a family because he knew that everyone under the Conglomerate would move on to bigger and better places and it would be naïve of anyone to think that the person next to them wouldn't be looking for bigger and better. He encouraged that.

"There is nothing to be gained from not asking."

That was the theme of his speech. He gave some crazy examples.

"Why can't we create a series of shows based around brutal survival out in the wilderness? Why can't we recreate the brutality of ancient Roman gladiators and air it? Why can't we make bigger, better and funnier comedies?"

Again, I wish I hadn't taken all of that at face value.

But again, the Conglomerate takes care of its employees. When I asked if I could start studying for a Masters, my supervisor grinned at me and said it was a brilliant idea. They paid for the whole course and even gave me the days off that I needed to study for my exams and for my classes. Just a year and a half later, I was beaming proudly on the stage, my Masters Degree in his hands and my mama and papa hugging me.

How I miss them...

I thought I had it made.

But then... I started to ask the wrong kinds of questions... or maybe they were the right ones. It's hard to tell with the Conglomerate.

I must end this here. They are bringing the food and no one knows that I have my diary and pen...

******

Day 2

I really should have mentioned that I have been imprisoned. Held against my will.

Like I said, I began asking about_Project Maximus_ and it actually surprised me that even my supervisor didn't know what it was. She told me all she was there to do was to watch over us and take care of our every need. That said, I was curious and I began travelling to the other floors, having coffee with my co-workers on the project and asking them what they were doing.

My papa once told me that all riches and success comes at a price. Boy was he right.

I learned that my co-workers weren't even all mechanical engineers like me. There were some people who were expected; lighting technicians, cameramen, prop makers, makeup artists and so forth. But then... there were the strange ones. Theoretical physicists? Geneticists? Animal trainers? An A_stro physicist?_ What kind of television show were we making?

I made the mistake of asking that question and thinking that I was in some sort of spy movie; that I was the lowly geek that stumbled onto something and the government would have to come save me with a sexy spy by my side. What a stupid, stupid, stupid fantasy.

I took matters into my own hands and snuck into work late at night. Warning bells should have gone out when I - a lowly mechanical engineer - managed to slip past all their security and get to the head offices. I thought I was James Bond and just picking some random computer and logging on would somehow give me all the answers I needed. Funny thing, that doesn't work. You need a password and everything. What I did, find, however, was a little note on the desk I was sitting on that told me about a meeting for Project Maximus.

I went to the meeting room, hoping to find something - anything - on what in the world I was working on.

You probably know where this is going.

It was a trap.

When I stepped inside the meeting room, the door shut behind me and the chair at the end of the long boardroom table swivelled around. The familiar voice to the Director greeted me and beckoned me to have a seat. It was dark so I couldn't see his face but his silhouette seemed... off. Nervously, I sat down and he offered me some scotch. When I accepted, there was a swirl of light in front of me and I swear it was some sort of teleportation technology because there was suddenly a glass filled with scotch and three ice cubes in front of me. My favourite brand too.

The Director said that he had been watching me. I tried to apologise but he said I had nothing to apologise for. Questions needed to be asked for mortals to progress. He waited for me to ask the inevitable question...

"What is Project Maximus?"

I think he smiled then. There was a massive screen behind him and when it sprang up, I saw exactly what Project Maximus was.

One fraction of an enormous gladiatorial TV Show that Nexwork Studios was building title Gene Gladiators. The premise of the show was that in a tournament style competition, humans would be pitched against one another in non-lethal combat using special environ suits that constricted and prevented movement upon contact with specialised phase weaponry that would pass through the environ suits to prevent any physical harm.

Most of it went over my head but when I saw the pilot playing behind the Director's silhouette, I was awed. The level of technology they had... it was... It was astounding. But what really seemed off was the fact that the combatants, regardless of the fact that they were dressed in futuristic clothing, were fighting on a sandy coliseum reminiscent of ancient Roman Times and that the sky was bright purple with a ringed planet hovering in the distance. I asked where it was taking place.

The Director told me the stadium was on Illidius IV, a planet somewhere in the Andromeda Galaxy of Universe HEXC-456. When I didn't speak, he laughed and told me that Universe HEXC-456 is one of the many alternate realities that he had created using some sort of power he had obtained when he had 'earned his story', whatever that meant. That universe was similar to our own but with one exception - mankind had driven itself to extinction. Evolution had taken a different route and humans had died out. 'HEXC' stood for 'Human Extinction' 456 was just the four hundred and fifty sixth universe that this event had occurred. There was intelligence life in the universe and they drew entertainment from gladiatorial battles.

Thus Gene Gladiators.

But the show had more than just humans kidnapped from other universes fighting one another. Winners advanced to the next round and grand champions were returned to their own realities with an_enormous_ amount of money. Ten billion of the highest currency of their dimension be it dollars, gold or diamonds. Such money was trivial to the Director and Conglomerate.

But what truly made the Director and the show monstrous was what happened to the losers. They were thrown into a second tournament. Here, they were thrown against genetically engineered mutants. Loss meant that they were either eaten, disembowelled or, as the screen showed me horrifically, transformed into the very same mutant that defeated them if the mutant was feeling generous. I watched as a poor, bleeding, screaming man was jabbed with the strange, scorpion-like stinger of an anthropomorphic lizard. Each jab turned the man's flesh green, making it hard as the scales of his assailant and after fifteen long minutes of screaming and writhing in agony, the man was gone... replaced by yet another part-lizard, part-scorpion, part man creature.

Winners of the tournaments did not return to their own home.

Winners got to choose what mutant they became.

Then, the Director showed me Project Maximus.

Oh... the truck had stopped. They told me that it would take three days to get from Earth to Illidius. Apparently they were still working on instantaneous inter dimensional travel.

I thought I had more time...

******

Day 3

I have been transferred into a large, cell. In front of me are large, metal bars made of a strange, bluish metal that is oddly cool to the touch. The floors, ceilings and walls are made of the same material. There is one big bed in the corner and a separate little room for a bathroom containing a toilet, a tub and a shower. Various workout equipment are strewn on the floors. The only natural light came from the skylight above my head which showed the purple sky of Illidius and the window that stretched from one wall to the other about eight feet up. There is a single hologram projector on the wall facing the foot of the bed but I have no idea how to switch it on. There was a single table in the room made of the same blue metal. It was low, the kind of table for eating while squatting. There were several cushions strewn around it.

So this is my situation... When the Director told me what Maximus was all about, I said that he would never get away with it but he just laughed and the lights switched on. Then I saw him for what he was... He was a monster, a mutant just like those that he was pitching fights again. Half man, half wolf. Guards came storming in and immediately slammed me against the table.

The Director told me that I had done such great work on Project Maximus_that I was being promoted. A new 'transfer program' had just opened up and I was being sent to Illidius to get hands on with _Maximus.

I was knocked out then, I guess, because next thing I knew, Stan was back and he told me that in three days I would be on Illidius. I demanded to know why he was working for a monster like the Director and Stan... Stan told me it was for the money. It was always for the money.

What money could be made from kidnapping people and turning them into monsters?

Apparently, Gene Gladiators was a hit amongst the intelligent species of Universe HEXC-456 mostly because they had heard and seen of humankind and marvelled at seeing them in action. The coliseum was not only built for broadcasted performances but also live action and the seats were booked out each season. Even from where I was kept on a separate compound, I could hear the roars of the aliens at the coliseum. I could see the massive circular structure hovering in the air from the window.

If I wasn't imprisoned and likely about to be killed or transformed into a raving monster, I would be amazed by all this.

Wait... I hear voices.

******

I... I can't believe it.

Those voices were from the guards. They were escorting the man... _thing_that I was meant to take care of.

Maximus.

An enormous nine foot tiger-man with enormous fangs reminiscent of the sabre-toothed tigers of prehistoric times. The monster was extremely muscled, his orange striped fur barely containing the bunched, tensed and injured muscles beneath them. He was shirtless, wearing on a ragged pair of cargo pants that could have fit me by looked more like shorts as it only fell down to touch his bowling-ball sized calves. Torn at the seams, the pants reminded me of home and brought about some hope that I might have had some safety with this creature. Maybe he was a victim of the Conglomerate like me?

I didn't get much time to think about it as the tiger was allowed into the cell - his cell, I realised - and he did so willingly. He wasn't restrained either. He growled at me, baring his fangs. I panicked and I immediately dove for the bathroom, shutting myself in.

I know I dropped my diary.

You're probably wondering how I'm writing this now if I dropped my diary. Well, Maximus gave chase and I heard him banging against the door, snapping and snarling at me... I wept and I'm sure an hour or so passed before he stopped. I curled into a ball on the cold tiled floor, closing my eyes and hoping that this was all a bad dream. In the other room, I heard Maximus banging and smashing something... I think he was working out. He looked horrifically injured as well and it amazed me that he was able to put his body through so much after profusely bleeding...

Then, when I thought he had stopped, I heard him come to the door, his low growl bringing fear back into my throat. I had locked the door but did he have a key? I could smell him. His fur stank of sweat and blood, musky and strong. It was putrid.

My eyes watched the small crack between the door and the floor, waiting for that looming shadow to move and give me some semblance of peace. That shadow did move but not in the way I had expected.

My diary slipped through the crack.

I just can't... believe it. There is some humanity left in the beast! I had to write it down immediately.

******

Day 4

I have not yet left the bathroom. I am hungry but I have not left. Maximus had given me back my diary but how do I know I can trust the creature? Surely something of that size and stature must have some sort of predatory instincts and perhaps this show of humanity was just the bait to get me out of my hiding spot so that he could kill me.

I have been quenching my hunger somewhat by drinking the fresh water from the tap. It amazes me that fresh water is ready available on this land. From what I saw, Illidius is a desert planet. In fact, it simply amazes me that this place has oxygen at all! Though considering everything that the _Conglomerate_is capable of, I don't think it is beyond them to have made this place liveable to humans.

Now, I simply try to pass the time. Maximus likely has to go for a match soon and once he is gone, I could probably ask for food or nourishment before retreating to my hiding spot. I just had to wait.

Once, during this day, I thought I had that opportunity. I hadn't heard Maximus working out or doing anything for a while. All I heard was a strange, soft, whirring sound. I opened the door just a crack and peered through. To my surprise, Maximus was still in the room. He was lying on the bed too big for him, arms crossed behind his head and with what looked like ear buds in his rounded furred ears. That whirring noise came from hovering, disc-like robots that danced along the floor. I remembered those robots. They were cleaning robots. I noticed that there was dried blood on the floor and the robots sprayed disinfectant on it as I watched.

The smell of food brought my attention to the cell doors. On the table were two plates. One was empty. The other still had the surprisingly delicious food my captors served. I dared to push the door a little further open. But when I dared to step out, Maximus instantly sat up, his bright, green, feline eyes locked on me.

His roar sent me scrambling back into my haven and I barely had enough time to shut the door before he was clawing at it, banging against the frame and roaring. Thank god the strange blue metal was more than enough to hold against his five-hundred pound weight - at least that's what I guessed his weight was.

I sobbed and curled back into a ball, only the sound of the robots in my ears.

Fortunately, I was not alone in my isolation.

In the brief moment that I had opened the door, one of the robots had made it through.

I stared at the disc shaped thing in awe.

Damn it was quick.

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Day 5

I am hungry... It has been two days since I had last eaten something. I believe the human body can survive without food for seven days. Without fresh water, they can only survive for three. I was half-tempted not to drink just to let it all end but death by starvation is not something I wanted to face. The slow, agonising death... No, my papa always told me to fight. Fight for life and the right to live. I was going to wait out Maximus until he got into another fight and then, I would get some food and survive.

Though the waiting is what is the most agonising.

I occupy myself with practicing my drawing skills. I have used the back of his diary for some idle doodles. I like to think I am getting rather good.

How I miss home...

*******

Day 6

Maximus is still in his room. He works out every day at six o'clock. There is a clock in the bathroom. It was twenty-six hours so that will get some getting used to. Sun rises at seven and sets at eight. I suppose 'noon' is technically 13 o'clock but when I peer through the window in the bathroom, it actually gets dark around that time. Seems that the large, ringed planet blocks out the sun for two hours, casting the planet is some bizarre twilight before breaking once again into bright day.

In an attempt to reaffirm my determination to live, I'm minimised the number of pages I'm using for this diary to drawing. I am going to use as many pages as I can to log and document what I see so that it can be used as evidence against the Conglomerate.

I am a mechanical engineer, after all, and if there is something I can do to learn of how the machines of this alien place works, it might help against the Director.

My first project; the cleaning robot.

It surprised me how easily it came apart. There were no screws on this thing. Just panels that latched onto one another quite easily. The technology behind is absolutely incredible. Its power cell seems to be some sort of crystallised lightning contained within a glass tube. The circuitry is made of the same blue metal that surrounds me and there was a small disc shape on the underside of the robot that I have seen it use to suck up dirt. However, it's just a flat disc. I don't see any compartment where it keeps the dirt or to dispose of it.

Putting it back together was easy enough.

I was curious about this little disc and so I plucked a hair from my head as I held the robot upside down. I dropped the hair on the disc. To my amazement, the strand just vanished into the black disc in a soft, blue light. It must be some sort of teleportation device or... maybe yet still... some sort of matter-conversion unit.

The technology of the Conglomerate is truly amazing... if it wasn't used for such horrific things.

******

Day 6

I decided to do an experiment.

I took out the power unit of the robot and watched it slowly die. It took thirteen hours before the cell was almost completely drained. When done, I put it back into the unit and purposefully spilled some soapy water on the ground. Before it could all drain into the drain, the robot eagerly zoomed to clean it up. I had to shake my head in amazement as where the little guy passed, the tiles were left dry and clean as always.

Once the floor was once again free of slippery water, I picked up the device and opened it.

The cell was back to full power.

Simply amazing.

The disc device must somehow convert matter itself into energy to be stored by the robot...

And that gave me an idea.

*******

It took the rest of the night but using some of the robot's wires - I decided to call the little bot Allen after my dog - and power cell, I fashioned a crude Taser. With all my remaining strength, I managed to wrench one of shower poles from where it hung. Normally, it would be used to hold towels but today, I would be using it as a weapon. I wrapped my pilfered power cell and its wires onto the pole. It conducted electricity well. I had to use some towels to make sure I wasn't electrified.

Ready and armed, I took a deep breath and plunged out of the room. I don't really know what I was doing. I surged out of the bathroom, roaring like maniac and swinging my electrified bat. Maximus sat up from his bed and I made my way to him. Unfortunately, days of doing nothing but being confined into a small bathroom had weakened my legs and I stumbled. My electrified bat slipped out of my hands.

Panicked, I tried to get up and retreat to my haven but Maximus was fast for his size. Or maybe was just the right speed for his size. I couldn't tell. He cut me off, blocking the entrance to the bathroom and baring his fangs at me.

I was dead...

Or so I thought.

Maximus snorted at me... then he turned around and slammed the door in my face. I heard the bathroom fan turn on and the tiger let out a content growl.

My hunger got the better of me and I dove for the food. I almost threw up after stuffing so much food down my gullet. But I had food back in me and I was relieved. When five minutes passed, I heard the toilet flush and I watched anxiously as Maximus emerged from the bathroom... and collapsed onto the bed, purring softly.

The guy just wanted to use the toilet!

******

Day 7

My attempts at communicating with Maximus have failed. I tried talking to him but he just ignored me, stuffing his ears with those ear buds of his and working out. He completely ignored me. When meals came, I waited patiently while he finished his meal and left to the bed before I had my turn. My first attempt to eat with him met with me almost losing my head. His claws are enormous.

At about midday, the holographic projector beeped and emitted a green light. Maximus was suddenly tense and he stepped up to the cell doors. The guards came, surprised that I had survived. They said something about the Director being right about me and took Maximus away.

I didn't like the sound of that.

The projector sprang to life and it showed me the gruesome battles that the studio was making billions off, apparently. I watched poor men get slaughtered by mutants or turned into the very same mutants. It was the tenth round when Maximus stepped in, facing off one-on-one against a burly, hairy human.

I'm sad to say that I was a little pleased that the tiger was defeated rather easily. Despite his size and speed, Maximus didn't really have anything on the human gladiator he was fighting. Yes he was stronger, faster and had keener senses but the gladiator had a gun. Maximus was given just a sword and a shield. I admit, I sort of felt pity for him but at least the _Conglomerate_gave the 'losers' a fighting chance. Although one could argue that combatants were given superior arms, they could not be saved. Whatever fate the mutant decided for them was their own. For the mutants, if they lost they were saved.

Still, it was with grim satisfaction that I saw Maximus get beaten and the human gladiator thrust his gun into the high in triumph.

Go team Man!

I wonder how Maximus will react to his loss.

I'll try not to gloat.

******

Day 9

I... It is only now that I have found the will to write again...

It was... It was terrible.

Maximus was annoyed at his loss. When he returned, bloodied and bruised, he stared at me expectantly and I think he wanted to maul me. I was inching towards the bathroom but before I could make it there, he slammed into me and threw me against the wall.

I don't know what happened then...

I think... I think he needed some 'stress' relieved because he pulled down his ragged pants and showed me his white, fluffy sheath. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face into his crotch. That musky smell of his was stronger against his testicles and rising penis. Needless to say... things escalated quickly from there.

He was not gentle. The moment his penis was fully erect, he dug his claws into my shoulders to make me gasp. That was a mistake on my part. I found myself with a mouth and throat full of his manhood. It was too big for me to fit. It must have been over a foot long and those barbs were uncomfortable. He did not wait for me and while I sobbed salty tears, he poured his salty seed down my throat. It was quick, at least. The first load spilled out from the corners of my stuffed lips and I hadn't been ready for it but the rest was forced down my throat like a salty, creamy waterfall.

When he was done with me, he threw me to the ground and collapsed onto his bed.

I... I have been spending the last few days in the corner of the room, as far away from him as possible. It is with some bitter humour that I have at least confirmed that he is a male.

To think I thought there was some humanity left within him...

******

Day 10

Maximus has a workout regimen. At six o'clock in the morning, he gets up though he is awake by five-thirty and simply listens to music. Then, he starts working his arms and shoulders. By seven, breakfast has come and he eats it. At seven thirty, he builds his legs until nine when he does some stretches. From ten to eleven, he does pull ups and then from eleven up to thirteen, he does upside down push ups, the kind where his legs are in the air and he is putting his entire weight on his shoulders and arms.

I am impressed by his athleticism and find myself a little jealous of his incredibly physique. But knowing what he uses that physique from... It give me some gratification that he only started to really hit the weights hard by today. The injuries he had sustained were fairly severe. No one seemed to treat them and all he does is lick them with his coarse tongue every now and then. His genes must prevent him from getting infections or something.

Lunch naturally comes at thirteen o'clock and after that, Maximus takes an hour to relax before he starts working on his chest and doing crunches. He does this until eight in the evening when dinner arrives and then he just spends the rest of the evening on his bed. Sometimes, he switches on the holographic projector which, as it turns out, is motion activated. With a wave of his big, padded paws, he watches images of the tournament. It is spoken in English but I don't think he really understands it. He just roars and shouts when mutants fight humans.

Stupid beast.

******

Day 11

Today, something new happened.

Stan came back.

He took me away from Maximus and I thought I was finally being saved. Turns out, I was being... measured. Stan didn't answer any of my questions, supplying little more than a 'you'll see'. He took measurements of my arms, waist, legs, neck and even my penis. He said I had lost weight. Of course I had lost weight. I was face raped and locked in a bathroom for days!

With this event, though, he finally took my dirty clothing and gave me a tight fitting, white jumpsuit. It looked fairly futuristic and was cool to the touch. It was nice to have clean clothing. It also reminded me that I had not taken a shower of shaved for almost two weeks.

I was returned to my cell by lunch time and after I had eaten - after Maximus of course - I moved to the bathroom. I felt Maximus' eyes watching me but I shut the door on him. I stripped down and showered, glad to have the cooling water against me and to be rid of the grime of the past few days. I felt somewhat... relieved and cleaner after what had happened.

When I emerged, Maximus was on his bed, watching me. We stared at each other for about a minute before he went right back to working out.

Beast.

******

Day 13

Maximus was sent to the coliseum again.

And he lost again.

As you can imagine, that ended the same way it did before... I stupidly forgot to lock the bathroom door when I dove in just before Maximus came back and he took me there and then, cock in my mouth. I didn't cry this time. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I kept thinking how funny it was that he could barely last five minutes. I had masturbated for longer. Yes his load was impressive but it was about the build up not the launch, right?

Well, I was forced to swallow his semen once more but I made a show of spitting out what I could just to show him that I was not down. He gave me a foul look and a growl before he left me there to clean myself up.

I showered just to get his stink off me.

*******

Day 14

God, they had him in the arena again and again, he lost. He must be one of the worst mutants out there. I listened to the commentator mentioning that Maximus may look fierce but he was just a little kitty cat at heart. Gladiators that saw him coming knew they would make it into the next round. He was a joke.

I knew what was coming when he returned and so did he. Throwing myself into the bathroom would only anger him and I did not want to spend another three days starving with only my dwindling sanity to keep my company locked in that bathroom. Besides, a constipated kitty is not funny.

I put up a bit of a fight but I knew he was stronger even in his weakened state. I had his cock in my mouth for five, painful seconds before he came.

I was feeling rebellious, though.

As he walked away... I called him 'Kitty Cat'.

His eyes flared up and his big fist came colliding with my face. I had never been in so much pain before. I'm not sure if he broke a tooth or dislodged one but I fell on the floor... barely conscious. I came to hours later, never knowing I had been knocked out. My face throbbed and it is with some weakness that I write this now.

But I must write it down because it felt good to get on Maximus' nerves like that.

Really good.

*******

Day 15

The coliseum, again. They were really pushing him. The commentators weren't nice either. Well, he deserves it. Nothing more than a beast... a machine built to fight. They called him weak, a pussy cat, a waste of the Conglomerate's money and so many other things. But he had his worth. He evened out the seeding. He could be thrown out against the toughest or weakest gladiators just to make sure that fan favourites made it further into the tournament or they had their underdog story. Trash. Just a seat filler.

I almost felt pity for him.

Almost.

When he returned, it was the same song and dance with one exception.

I called him kitty first.

I think he broke my jaw with that last face rape...

******

Day 16

I was taken away from Maximus for a moment to check on my injuries. The doctors said that the swelling would go down and so would the pain but then gave me a strange pill anyway. I took it in front of them and they held a mirror in front of me. I watched as my swollen face instantly went down. The gaunt person that stared back was not me, though. My thick beard felt so... unnatural and I did not recognise myself.

I would be damned if I let this place break me.

I asked for a razor and the doctors laughed. Apparently, no one used razors here. That was puzzling as all these human doctors had either neatly trimmed facial hair or were clean shaven.

They weren't wrong.

No one used razors. They ran the risk of people cutting themselves. I wonder why.

They told me that the mirror in the bathroom served as a grooming kit and I just and to stare at it long enough for it to activate. I wondered what this meant and why I hadn't noticed it before. Then again, I guess I was so desperate not to see my own descent into madness that I didn't want to see my own reflection.

So I decided to give it a try.

When I was returned, Maximus was gone. Another fight and, no doubt, another face fucking later. Whatever. At least I'll look my best. If I'm going to be his sex toy, I'm going to at least look like a human.

I stepped in front of the mirror and just had to wait fifteen seconds before digital images appeared all over the reflective surface. I was again amazed at the technology of it all. I selected the facial hair option and gave myself a clean shave. It gave me a little preview of what I'd look like and I confirmed the option. To my surprised, a beam of green light erupted from the mirror like a scanner. It passed over me and as it swept over my beard, my facial hair vanished into it. I guessed it was another matter converter.

I decided to give myself a haircut as well, giving myself a nice, clean, business cut. Just for shits and giggles, I selected the bizarre female fashion of having long, flowing locks. I laughed when the machine actually gave it to me, growing my hair. Again, it must've been matter conversion technology. In the end, I just settled on a youthful appearance.

Maximus returned shortly after and he looked stunned when he saw him.

Maybe some of that pity came up because I didn't call him kitty this time. He still shoved his penis down my throat.

I was counting the seconds until it was all over.

Lasted for seven minutes this time.

*******

Day 17

I hate to admit it... but poor Maximus. He has been out on the coliseum for days straight and it was wearing on his performance. I remember the Director saying that their employees were the Conglomerate's most valuable asset but what happens when an employee becomes obsolete? Do they run him ragged and squeeze every last inch of work from him until he dies? Maximus hasn't had any chance to recover and it usually took him two or three days to hit the weights hard again.

In today's match... he was down in less than fifteen minutes, his injuries from the other days still fresh. I felt... I actually felt pity for him.

I guess I sympathised with him. Like him, I was being used by the Conglomerate. For what, I do not know, but I think he had it worse. Public embarrassment, constant pain and suffering... I think... I think I understand his situation a little.

I called a guard before he came back and decided, why the hell not? I asked for some bandages and medical equipment. Strangely, I got a smile from the guy and he went off. He came back the same time Maximus did.

The tiger advanced on me but I held up my hand, stopping him. He growled but I held up the case of medical equipment before pointing at the big, ragged cut he had across his chest. I think he understood because he went over to the cushions next to the table and sat down expectantly. I sighed in relief, more over not having been face fucked than anything else.

I had little medical experience but at the very least, I knew how to bandage and clean a wound.

Problem was, the equipment they gave me wasn't standard.

There was a strange, green, gel-like fluid and an aerosol spray. The instructions were simply, apply fluid and then spray. So I did that. Maximus growled when I did so. It must've stung. You'd think with all their technology the _Conglomerate_would come up with a way to patch up someone without it hurting.

After I put the fluid, I applied the spray. To my awe, the fluid instantly began merging with Maximus' flesh, becoming pink and looking like actual skin. The fur even began to grow on him. His growl told me that I had been staring a while so I went to work with the rest of him.

******

Day 19

I... I didn't get a chance to write yesterday.

No, Maximus was not shipped off to the coliseum again. He was given a much needed rest. He went about his daily routine again. He worked out. He ate. Then I ate. He worked out and so far and so forth.

But when night came... I noticed that he was scratching his inner thigh. I approached and he growled a warning at me. I was holding the medical kit and shook it a little. Maximus seemed to understand and spread his legs a little. For once, I willingly pulled down his pants. There was a nasty gash on his right leg that I must've missed because... well... it's close to his cock and balls and I had bad memories of that.

I quickly went to work, easing his pain. I got to thinking that perhaps this is why I was here. I'm meant to be Maximus' carer. Not a bad life really... once you manage to get past the kidnapping, mutants and alien world.

With those thoughts in mind though, as soon as I finished I found myself staring at Maximus' sheath. The tiger was looking at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking but I could tell that he was getting hard.

I... I don't know what was thinking but... I leaned down and took a good, long whiff of his musky scent. It didn't seem so bad now. What happened next was...

I never considered myself gay before but it was nice.

Maximus was still a little rough but nothing like he was before.

It was... nice...

*******

Day 20

Off to the coliseum again for the tiger. And for me, I was being measured again.

Stan was there again. He took my measurements. He surprised me when he told me that my arms and chest had gotten a little bigger. Not to mention my legs. I didn't believe him but he just laughed at me. When I went back to the cell, I checked myself in the mirror. Stan hadn't been lying, I did look a little bigger. Maybe it was just in contrast to how I had been before, a little chubby.

Still, I felt pumped at the compliment and I decided, why not try some of Maximus' weights?

I watched him fight in the coliseum and he put up a good fight. He lost but it was a good fight. The commentators even mentioned how he put up one hell of a show.

When he returned, I was on the bed. He eyed the dumbbells that had been disturbed because of my workout and... I think he smiled.

I'm not going to deny it, I was pumped and after I patched him up, I went down on him willingly.

*******

Day 21

I'm not as strong as Maximus but he's a good mentor. He can't do anything more than growl and grunt at me but when morning came, he dumped some dumbbells at me with a grunt. He was inviting me to work out with him. I spent the day trying to follow his hard regimen. Whenever I fell behind, he'd growl and snap at me. But I liked it. We were talking... sort of.

And fuck was he sexy when his muscles were all pumped.

Needless to say, we had a few... interruptions to our workout here and there. Not that he minded.

Besides, it was nice to be sleeping on a bed again.

*******

Day 22

Crap, back to the coliseum. I want him to win. I really do.

I watched, on the edge of my seat as he walked out onto the coliseum, armed with just his sword and shield while the other gladiator, a weak ass kid barely older than eighteen, had a rifle and grenades. I held my breath the entire time when the signal was given and the fight began.

Maximus charged, shield lifted while the rifle's bullets bounced off the metal. Every time the bullets hit his skin, I winced. But the kid was dumb and when Maximus drew close, he dropped his rifle and ran.

I cheered the whole time as Maximus hunted him down, collided with him and threw him to the ground.

The battle was over in less than five minutes.

I was cheering.

Then... Then Maximus brought his big foot down and...

... The kid didn't make it.

I lost my lunch.

When Maximus came back, he was beaming with pride but I was staring at him angrily. I know what he wanted but I wasn't going to give it to him. I threw the gel and aerosol at him and locked myself into the bathroom.

His raging and slamming of the door reminded me that he was nothing more than a beast.

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Day 23

My hunger got the best of me and I emerged from the bathroom. Maximus was working out like nothing had ever happened. It hurt me that he didn't think my feelings mattered. I just ate my lunch after him as always and waited until he was carted off to the coliseum again to kill another human.

I couldn't believe I was taking care of that monster... It was only when he stepped out onto the field that I realised his wounds from yesterday were still open.

Good. Maybe he would lose.

But... That's wrong. Fuck that's messed up. He killed a kid! I shouldn't be pitying him.

The battle ended poorly for Maximus. He was injured and his foe took advantage of that. At least he lasted fifteen minutes. The commentators were back to slandering him.

I was ready to not give Maximus some care again, ready to call him 'kitty' and I was going to bite his cock off when he tried to face fuck me. Not sure why I didn't think of that earlier.

But when he came through that door... ears folded down and looking at me ashamedly... I just couldn't. I took him by the paw, sat him down and tended to his injuries. When I was done... I wrapped my arms around his big neck and held him tightly. His big, strong arms curled around me as well and for the first time since I had arrived in this hellhole, I felt... safe.

I don't know what came over me but I decided I'd try and teach Maximus something new.

I lifted my gaze, looking into his brilliant, green eyes... and our lips closed it.

I was nervous to stick my tongue into his muzzle full of sharp fangs but... he was gentle. I admit his tongue felt a little strange but it was nice. It filled me in a way his cock never could. We spent the night on the cushions. He came all over my uniform and I'll admit that I did the same. I wonder if can get these things washed.

I'm writing this now, watching him sleep.

Shit... I think I'm falling in love with him.

******

Day 24

Measuring day again. Maximus didn't have to go to the coliseum so we worked out a bit in the morning before Stan came in to collect me. The tiger gave me a kiss before I left. I don't think he knew what a kiss was but it made him hard and it made me hard.

As far as I'm concerned, that's fucking awesome.

When Stan measured me, he said I had really put on the muscle. He even patted my stomach, amazed at me abs. I laughed and said it was because I was working out now. He gave me a knowing smile like he was hiding something.

Frankly, I don't give a fuck.

When I was free to go, I practically ran back into the cell and into Maximus' arms.

That night was fun.

*******

Day 25

Shit... Shit a billion bricks!

Maximus is against the fan favourites. He's a big, burly fellow that can wield two motherfucking chainguns! And my tiger only has a sword and shield. How the fuck is he meant to go up against that!?

I am shouting in anger at the hologram as the go signal was given and suddenly, the coliseum grounds were filled with bullets. Maximus is running like a scared cat while bullets snapped at his feet. He had his shield up and he was just _barely_keeping ahead of the barrage.

For fuck's sake, how the hell is that fair!?

Wait... What the...

...

Oh my god!

The fucking idiot overheated his weapons!

Go Max! Go!

...

Okay, I don't have much time. The idiot with the chainguns just kept firing and his guns overheated. They were useless. He relied on them too much. Maximus crashed into him and sunk his massive fangs into the guy's shoulders. There was blood everywhere. I was cheering but at the same time, I was reminded of what Maximus had done to that kid. Admittedly, this guy was an asshole but still...

... but then, my tiger did something spectacular...

He got off the guy... and spat at him.

That's it.

He spat at him.

Maximus left the coliseum to the shock of the group.

He'll be back soon and... I don't know what I'll do.

******

Day 26

Damn, my ass is sore.

I was so proud of Maximus. He let that guy live. The commentators went wild about it. Weak Maximus actually winning against the fan favourite and letting him life. That's one hell of a story. And when he got back...

Well, I occupied his lips with my tongue and his cock... Well, it need a hole to fill.

I'm a virgin and it hurt like hell. But he was gentle. I could sense him holding back his bestial instincts and I loved him for it. It hurt for the first few moments but then it felt fucking sweet. When his paw wrapped around my cock and I could feel his warm, throbbing cock inside of me... fuck, it was heaven.

When he jizzed in me... shit, I felt like I was going to explode.

I never felt so proud or happy in my life until that moment.

I love you Max...

*******

Day 27

Shit... my arms are huge... Dunno what's happening to me... Might be the food they're feeding me but my arms are like bowling balls. After today's work out, I was having trouble moving them because my jumpsuit is too small. I think I'll just tear off the shoulders. Nothing wrong with showing off a little skin when you're huge.

Maximus doesn't seem to mind.

******

Day 28

Fuck my ass hurts... I'm pretty sure I would've loosened up by now... Max fucks me three times a day now. Hasn't had to go to the coliseum yet. Must be scared of him now. Good. Don't want to be away from him. I love him.

He's been licking my muscles now. I like it. It always leads to kissing. Kissing always leads to fucking.

You know? Why the hell do I have to wear these clothes anyway?

******

Day 29

Measuring day again.

Stan, the horny fucker, measured my dick. Twelve inches, fucker! How's that!

I'm eight feet now. Little over. Fucking sweet. Means Max won't have to bend down so much to kiss me.

Stan offered me another jumpsuit. I don't fucking need it. Soon as got back to Max, I had a raging boner thanks to Stan. We fucked each other all through the night.

He's waking up. Gonna have some fun.

******

Day 30... I think.

30 comes after twenty-nine, right?

Fuck it. A tail! I have tail!

Awesome! Grew overnight. Must've been the pain in my ass. Long, muscular and stripy just like Max's. He loves curling his tail around mine. I love it too. Fuck, whenever I wanna fuck, I just lift my tail and he's right there.

******

Day... 31?

Coliseum. Max fought. Won. Two guys on him.

He was hurt when he came back. Had to patch him up. Didn't get to finish. We fucked the rest of the night.

******

Day... I dunno... 32?

Fur all over me. I look like Max now. Big, stripy tiger. Face feels wrong though. Still look like stupid monkey men Max crushes in coliseum. Doesn't kill them though. Never kill. Killing bad.

Love Max. Love him much.

******

Day... something.

Teeth fell out. No pain. Growing back painful. Can't talk. Big teeth. Teeth like Max's. Head hurts. Eyes hurt.

******

Max... Love Max... Look like Max... Gladiator...

Why Max need ear buds?

Why Max need pants? I no wear pants. Easier to fuck with no pants.

******

Am... Gladiator...

Septus.

Me Septus.

Mate of Maximus.

Fight.

Fuck.

******

Nice pictures... Who Ian? Who Koenig?

Maximus

Septus...

******

Epilogue

"And now entering the ring, the dynamic duo, Team Sabre, the Tearing Tigers, Septus and Maximus!"

The crowd went wild. They cheered as the two, massive felines stormed onto the coliseum, throwing their gargantuan paws into the air. Both of them were dressed in traditional gladiatorial raiment, something they discarded happily whenever they were in their luxury villa. After a month of back-to-back victories, it was about time to the lovebirds moved to more comfortable living arrangements. It was an extra thirty minutes form the coliseum to their villa and they usually were already in each other's asses before they arrived but if they were going to raise a battalion of strong, muscular tiger men, they needed more than just the one room cell they had before.

"And fighting against them, a man come for vengeance after his humiliating defeat earlier this season, Carvel!"

A familiar man wielding two enormous chain guns came charging onto the field, letting out a ferocious roar. What courage he may have had faltered, however, as he saw the two tiger men in front of him. He had fallen against one and given a second chance by special decree of the malevolent Director... but now he was against two?

What sick game was this?

"Sir?"

The Director glanced over his shoulder. "What is it?"

"Your guest has arrived."

"Heh," chuckled the head of the Conglomerate. "Show him in..."

He waited a few moments as he regarded the diary in his paws. Many of the pages were stuck together with cum and most of the writing unintelligible. It was a surprise that Ian Koenig had even managed to hold a pen for so long. That was over now, though, Ian was gone. Septus took his place, one half of the patriarchs of House Sabre.

"I don't know whether to applaud you are condemn you."

The Director chuckled darkly. "Please. You loved every moment of it." He held up one paw. "I had the last of a species in one paw clinging to his former life with tattered clothing an archaic music..." Then he lifted the other. "... and in the other, a man who was alone in the world and was married to his work doomed to die alone." He clasped his paws together. "Now, I own a duo of amazing gladiators, a multi-billion show and..." He nodded towards Carvel who had just been pinned down within five minutes of the match starting. "A way to repopulate a dying species. Are you really complaining?"

"I have issue with the fact that you kidnapped a person, set him up for rape and practically mind controlled him."

Lifted a finger and wagging it at his guest the Director said, "Mind control suggests that it was done against his will. I didn't start messing with his brain until he wanted to do so himself."

"You really think he would have agreed to having his memories erased, his intelligence drained and personality rewritten?"

"His memories weren't erased." The Director lifted the cum-stained diary. "They're right here. His intelligence wasn't drained. He just decided not to use it. And his personality wasn't rewritten. This is who he chose to become."

His guest sighed heavily. "There are days I regret granting you all this power but at the same time there are others when I cannot help but shake my head in wonder." There was a pause. "They really are happy together. Nothing gives them more thrill than battle and being in one another's arms. Love is truly beautiful." His guest smiled. "And I see what you're doing with Carvel."

"Oh really?"

"Making him fight Septus and Maximus again. Forcing him to become jealous of their power until he convinces himself that he is their rival. A man in need of acceptance in his life, trying to overcompensate with a tremendous build and searching for recognition. You'll place him into Septus and Maximus' care, having those two train him. He'll grow attached to them and, like Septus, grow to love them. Poof. Another tiger for your grown group of horny gladiators."

The Director laughed.

"Do I get a gold star?"

"Shut up and get off your ass. I've got a guy with low self-esteem issues that is seriously considering suicide and needs to realise the value of life. Do you have something or not?"

The Director got up from his seat, dusting his paws dramatically. "You know, if you wanted me to stop being so deliciously diabolical, you could stop giving me these projects."

"And pass up the chance to chastise you? Never." His guest turned to leave. "Are you coming?"

"Sure. Just one question."

"What?"

The Director grinned. "Does this guy with low self-esteem issues like tigers?"