" I groaned." I groaned. I knew him. Oh, yes, I did, and I was going to pay dearly for that knowledge. "Hello..." I whispered, gulped, "Hello, Aaden." He walked around to stand in front of me, and then crouched down so we were nearly face-to-face. "Remember the last time we met?" he asked. My tongue was thick, but I managed to say, "In the Hex." "Remember what happened that day?" He was grinning, evil. I nodded, then found my balls to say, "You lost." He reacted like I'd hit him, pulling his arm back to slap me, but didn't. He grinned again, maliciously, and said "You won. You were the first person to beat me, to actually take me all the way to the bell, you bastard. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT COST ME?" I nodded, echoing his grin as I did so. Tied up as I was, helpless as I was, I had him. I had beat him in the Hex, and his first loss had unseated his legend. I'd fucked him there in the center, in front of the roaring crowd, raping him as he'd have done to me had he won. He could be beat, and I had proven it. He was still one of the best, but he was beatable. "Well, guess what, Shardik... Tonight you get yours. Me and my four friends are going teach you what it means to win. And you're not going to see it." He reached back behind the chaps he wore, took out a leather blindfold, and approached me. I whipped my head back and forth to avoid his hands, but he snapped his fingers and the door opened. "I'm not going to argue with you on this." The Uncia's huge paws clamped down on my head and held me still. The blindfold went on. "Dammit, Aaden, let me see!" "Oh, no, not on your life," he replied. I felt the Uncia let go of me, and I was left to hang there, blind. There was silence again. And then I heard the sound of clothing being removed, and of heavy groans of male approval. The smell of sex was strong again, and my cock responded, becoming erect even as it dangled freely. There was a small laugh, then a paw touched my face, wrapping over it and then under my chin. |