Man Hunting 16 - The Fight Club

Rebecca had her backpack and clothes and some other items with her when she went to the address she was given. It was a warehouse in the middle of an industrial area. There were several cars parked outside but nothing conspicuous was going on outside. Rebecca wasn’t sure she was in the right place, but when she saw a pair of very muscular men walking inside with duffle bags she felt more confident.

Inside there was a ring in the center of a room surrounded by chairs. It was a typical competitive setup with an announcer and several staff organizing the space. She saw Tori in the distance and waved to her.

“Hey, I made it I guess. What am I supposed to do?” Rebecca asked, a little nervous.

“So, did you try on what we gave you?” Tori asked.

“No, not yet. I thought maybe I could wear my own stuff.”

“Is it a costume or your MMA gear?” Tori seemed irritated.

“MMA gear.” Rebecca immediately regretted saying anything.

“Look, this is a show. It’s practice and it’s fun and it’s entertainment for the crowd.”

“So is MMA.”

“You need to do this one right okay? You need a costume. If you have your own that’s fine or just wear what we gave you. C’mon.” Tori motioned for her to follow.

“So here’s the ladies locker room. You’re number six today. Just go in and change and come out. No chit chat with the other girls.” Tori motioned for the room.

“Can’t talk to them? Not part of the team?”

“No, remember we make these guys controllable by women. Doesn’t need to be one of us so these women are here for a legit show. Don’t need loose lips fucking things up.” Tori pushed the door open and ushered Rebecca in.

Rebecca was in a makeshift locker room with several other fit women. They were changing clothes into skimpy wrestling costumes and donning masks and gloves. Rebecca felt ridiculous but she changed into the clothes she was given. She put on a red faux leather leotard. It had a large opening in the front which nearly exposed her breasts. She noticed a pair of gloves made from the same material and she put them on. She was pleased with them as she could still punch with them. She pulled out her own tight foot wraps and assumed she wouldn’t offend Tori by doing so.

When she was done, she came out the door and found Tori outside. Tori eyed her up and nodded in approval.

“Does this work?” Rebecca asked.

“Sure, looks great. You’ll be a hit. Need to pick your victim and come up with a name for you.” Tori motioned for her to follow.

“I’m sorry?”

“Yea, come on in.” Tori went past a security guard without difficulty and entered the men’s locker room.

Inside was a large group of men in many stages of undress. Some reacted badly to the women in the locker room and complained. Rebecca assumed they were the new guys that hadn’t fallen to the women’s control. Tori ignored them and walked around as though she owned the place. The men were just as she described, completely focused on having fun.

“So, look around and pick one.”

“Pick one?” Rebecca asked.

“Yea, first time, pick a man to take on.” Tori rubbed one of the men’s ass and he turned and pretended to try and kiss her but she playfully dodged him.

“I think this one.” Rebecca patted a very large and heavily built man on the back as he was bending over to pull up a pair of shorts.

“Big. You sure?” Tori asked as the man stood up and turned toward her.

“Put your leg up here.” Rebecca ordered and the man complied and put his leg on the bench.
“You sure you want to try me?” He asked as he flexed his chest muscles up and down to show his strength.

“Yea, I think I’ll be good. And when I’m done I’ll fuck you too.” She rubbed her hands over his thick smooth thigh and enjoyed the movement of the muscles and the veins pressing through.

“Works for me.” He started to pull a mask on over his head.

“Good enough then, let’s go get ready.” Tori told Rebecca and they walked out.

Outside, Tori went to a few people and spoke to them. They dispersed into the crowd and she returned.

“Who are those people?” Rebecca eyed the crowd.

“Yea, those are friends. There’s a lot of attempts to infiltrate our system so we do a lot of surveillance.”

“Really? Who’s infiltrating?”

“Police, bodybuilder groups, angry humiliated men, desperate guys we can recruit, and a lot of our own men looking for a new angle. Lots of people so we just pay attention.”

“Police huh? That sounds bad.”

“Yea, it’s not great. We’ve got three out here in our area that we know of. We will talk later. This is a big event to show off what we have and find new recruits.” Tori pulled Rebecca to a private area.

“So what’s my name?”

“You’re going to be Daggerina.”

“Sure, I guess that works. And what’s the game?”

“So, these guys don’t need to be outed. Only thing you don’t do is pull their mask. Fuck with them any way you like. Most matches end with a crippling ball crush so that’s always a crowd favorite.”

“So I take it none of these guys are, you know…?” She made a motion like she was squeezing a syringe.

“Some, we will always warn you. Don’t need that going bad. Oh! And tormenting him until he cums, totally allowed. Just don’t be boring about it. Maximum humiliation is a must.” Tori smiled.

The group settled down and an announcer declared the terms of the evening. To Rebecca’s surprise, the first match was two women grappling with one another. The match was tense and bitter and Rebecca could feel herself developing a preference for one to win over the other. She liked the strong competitiveness even though she felt she could easily beat either of them.

The second match was a man versus a woman and she was more interested. The woman was fit and muscular and as expected the man was much larger than her. He wore wrestling tights and boots and a full costume which covered his arms in shiny purple fabric. He had on a mask just as Tori said and he paced about the ring nervously.

Rebecca watched with contempt and arousal as the muscular male approached his opponent with trepidation. She outmaneuvered him with every attempt and gave him playful kicks and hits. He swung at her but only connected glancing hits while she returned devastating kicks and punches against him that landed with loud slaps and grunts of pain from the male. Eventually the male took so many hits he started to struggle to stay up. He briefly dropped to one knee as the crowd roared. He tried to stand back up and as he did so, the female kicked him in the groin. Clearly it wasn’t a full power kick but it was enough to send the failing male back to the mat.

Rebecca was on her feet and moved closer to the ring to watch. The female kicked the male in the chest which knocked him flat on his back. She dropped a knee almost onto his crotch and he screamed in pain. The crowd roared approval although Rebecca could see many of the men in the crowd were visibly uncomfortable at seeing a man so badly defeated. The female had not landed on the man’s genitals but rather near then and was pressing her knee into his pelvic area.

“Give up or I’ll crush ‘em!” She shouted at him.

“No, don’t.” He begged and put his hands up in surrender. As the ref went to start his count the woman brought her other knee up hard into the man’s balls.

“Pathetic!” She stood up quickly as the male rolled over in agony and tried to protect himself. The crowd mostly cheered but some booed. Mostly the men.

The male fighter tried to crawl away but his opponent smiled as she saw his hopeless attempt to flee. She stormed over to him and kicked him hard in the ass and he flattened to the ground. She climbed on his back and pulled his head back by the chin. The pain was unbearable and he tried to scream as he clawed at her arms holding him fast. Rather than tap out, the man rolled over and tried to crush the woman.

She exhaled hard with the impact but was able to get him into a solid choke hold. To add to the violence, she gave him a hard axe kick with her heel right to his groin. He flailed for a few seconds but then his consciousness faded and he blacked out.

“Why didn’t he just tap out? He knew she had him?” Rebecca asked.

“He knew she had him before he came here. If they don’t put up a real fight, there’s punishment. He was doing his best.” Tori shrugged.

“Punishment? What kind?”

“The kind we will have you doing soon. I’ll explain later.” Tori replied and motioned to the ring.
Two muscular men wearing all black spandex and masks entered the ring. They grabbed the unconscious wrestler and dragged him to the edge. The crowd booed the defeated man and the two goons removing him from the ring. They pulled him over the side and to the ground where they left him until he came to a few moments later. They picked him up and carried him away behind the dressing rooms.

“What’s going to happen to him now?” Rebecca asked.

“You get what’s going on here. Let’s go see him.”

Tori and Rebecca walked to where the men had gone. She did not expect to see what she found.
Behind the dressing rooms, the man was against the well with his hands behind his back. The two black helpers were standing opposite him with their arms crossed. One was holding a small bag of ice in his hand as he waited. An attractive woman in a wrestling costume walked up to him and he had an exhausted smile on his face.

“Be easy on me, she got me a few times.” He said as the woman approached with a smile.

“I know what I’m doing.” She was cold and direct.

She massaged his pelvis with her hands and slowly worked inward until she was around his battered genitals. He winced a little but Rebecca could see he was quite hard. The woman worked slowly and deliberately as she brought him closer and closer to ejaculating. He breathed a little heavily but never moved from his position.

“A little harder. Not much….uuhhh…” The man couldn’t finish his sentence before she overwhelmed him with her skillful hands.

A thick stream of sticky cum pushed through his pants and pooled up before trickling down his thigh. Rebecca was more intently watching than she realized because Tori interrupted her. The man thanked the woman but she rolled her eyes and walked away. The assistant brought the bag of ice over to him and he pressed it to his crotch and leaned forward. A moment later he sunk to his knees and held the bag to his injured manhood with both hands.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yea, just wondering why he just got rewarded. Is that her job tonight, jerking off the losers?”

“She’ll fuck the winners. If there are any. Remember it’s about practice. A good hand release through clothing is an excellent skill in our business. And if you can pull it off on a guy with fresh groin abuse, even better. Usually the girl who won does it but we don’t make them and Jenny who beat him is really bad at this.”

“I get it. Why do you have men here working for you?”

“Not for me, don’t say that. I just oversee things sometimes. I told you, guys are good cover so we don’t get too much attention. Plus these guys can get things we can’t. These two are working their way up to getting a more privileged status. Almost there if I recall. Just a few more demonstrations of loyalty.”

“They get paid for this?”

“Yea, I guess. They get their shot and usually the girls will take turns fucking them. They’re both great lays. Usually they are drained and happy by the end of the night and ready to do anything to get invited back.” Tori looked right in one of the men’s eyes as she spoke to Rebecca. He smiled back at her and nodded.

“Okay, whatever. So I get to fight that big fucker soon?”

“Yea, go relax for a bit out of sight. They’ll call you out, kick his ass and come back here.”

“Then I have to do that? Gross.” Rebecca watched as the injured fighter stood up finally and started to move toward the dressing room, ice pack firmly held in place.

When it was Rebecca’s turn to go, she heard the announcer call her name. There wasn’t much noise as no one knew who she was. She had butterflies even though she knew the fight was rigged and was very confident in her abilities. Her wrestling outfit was fitted properly but made her feel a little silly. She ran out of the locker room and up into the ring. The crowd was a little more animated once they saw her.

She noticed her opponent came out of the locker room with all the show of a professional wrestler. He wore a black hood and short tight black shorts. He flexed and strutted and the crowd cheered and booed him. He did not seem quite as fearful as the other man and she wondered if she had made a poor choice. When he climbed into the ring he was clearly a head or more taller than her and at least a hundred pounds heavier.

The match started just like the last one, the male cautiously circling and eyeing up Rebecca. She snarled as she debated her next move but he made it for her. The male charged at her with surprising speed and clothes lined her across her chest and shoulders and she slammed to the ground with a heavy thud. She had underestimated him and his speed.

The male raised his hands above his head and tried to get the crowd to cheer. As he did so Rebecca got up and kicked him hard in the thigh. The impact hurt her some but it clearly landed on him the way she had hoped. He staggered slightly but stayed upright. She landed a few more hits on him but they didn’t have much effect. He snarled at her as he approached little by little as she exhausted herself. Rebecca was confused as she felt the man was not supposed to be able to stand up to her for very long. She did not want to be the rare female loser of the night.

Rebecca went for a daring move and charged him and jumped into a flying kick. She caught him on the chin and he grunted as he fell backward onto the ground. She saw what she expected then, his cock straining in his shorts. That was the effect she was waiting to be sure of.

Rebecca dove on him and the two engaged in what appeared to be an absurdly imbalanced grappling match. He was clearly more skilled than average and had training, but he was moving slowly and his strength did not seem to be what it was in the beginning.

“Gotta make this look good right?” He whispered to her as he flung her onto her back.

“Yea!” She replied and kicked him hard in the inner thigh and he toppled off of her.

She got on top of him and tried to get him into a position where she could control him but he was fighting her. She saw in his eyes though he was becoming angry and even fearful of her. She kneed him in the balls and he screamed in pain and the crowd went wild. She did it again and his whole body seemed to relax a bit.

Rebecca got a hand on his throat and started to viciously strangle him. He pulled an arm over to protect himself but she caught it and was surprised to see she could hold it down. Veins bulged on his arms and chest as he exhausted himself but his strength was gone.

“Let go…” He hissed in rage.

“Let him up!” The ref demanded.

The ref was going to break them up and restart the match after Rebecca’s penalty but the male had other ideas. As Rebecca backed off he headbutted her hard and made her see stars. She shook off the hit and before the male could get out from under her, she slammed her knee into his crotch. As he writhed in pain she brought her knee down on top of his testicles and used her weight to grind them into the floor.

The male flailed but she batted his hands away and struck him in the face several times. She never let up the pressure on him despite his protests and the protests of the referee. She grabbed him by the throat again and pulled him up off of the floor by his neck. She started to pull his mask off and he shook his head in protest. He did not seem to have any strength left to defend himself and a moment later she knew why.

“Fuck you, bitch!” He whispered as she felt a warm sensation on her thigh.

His involuntary orgasm spurted up his naval and onto Rebecca’s thigh as she held him in place. He fell backward and she let up on him. The crowd was on their feet and she stood up, sweating and out of breath. The crowd saw the male’s helplessness and giant pole pointing straight up. The ref counted out the match and everyone cheered. Rebecca wiped the cum from her thigh and smeared it on his shorts in one last act of contempt. She was an instant hit.

As the two assistants came to help the slowly recovering male from the ring, he started to stand up on his own. Rebecca did her best to ham up the victory for the crowd but as he got up, she had a sense of worry.

“Fuck you! All that was bullshit and you know it!” The man bellowed and marched toward her.

The two assistants tried to grab him but he easily pushed them back. He advanced on Rebecca and the ref tried to intervene. Rebecca took a fighting stance but was not sure what he would do to her with a clear head. She was ready to fight but the two assistants showed remarkable martial skills and took him to the ground.

The two men struggled with him and his immense strength but Rebecca got behind him and put him in a choke hold. A few moments later he was unconscious and the assistants started to drag him away. That felt more real to her and she was completely aroused. The crowd was ecstatic as they watched the spectacle.

Rebecca left the ring and noticed the assistants had been dismissed and tori and two other women were handcuffing the wrestler. He was slowly coming to and they forced him out of sight. Rebecca didn’t know what else to do so she went to the locker room to clean up and change. Before she could, Tori came in.

“Sorry about that?”

“About what?” Rebecca asked, glowing with her victory.

“I didn’t warn you how to fight them. They’re as good as anybody at first, but like I told you before, a few hits from a woman and they get weak quickly.”

“That’s okay, I started sloppy. He could’ve had me if he wanted. What the fuck happened at the end?” Rebecca was pulling off her wrappings from her feet.

“A big mistake for him. He’s never had that happen, getting milked out in the ring. He’s not far enough along to stay down I guess. It cleared his head and he couldn’t hack it.” Tori shrugged and looked out the door of the locker room.

“That’s not how it works right? I mean he doesn’t get to do that.” Rebecca was replaying the end of the match.

“No, come with me. They’re dealing with him right now.” Tori quickly left the locker room
Rebecca was still in her wrestling outfit but felt she was supposed to follow right away. She did so and they went into a separate area of the warehouse. Inside were three women, the two assistants and her opponent. The two men held him firmly in place.

“Please, I was just playing along.” The terrified male protested.

“No, you were not doing what you were told.” One of the woman barked in his face.

The woman pulled his shorts off of him and exposed his genitals. She cinched a pair of wire ties around his testicles as tight as her strength would allow. He gritted his teeth and tears of anguish welled up in his eyes.

“Help!” He looked to the two men who turned their heads away.

Amy approached and she had a very large syringe in her hand. The man was trembling as she gently cleaned his scrotum before brutally jabbing the needle deep into his left testicle. He screamed as she forced a huge amount of liquid into him. His balls looked like they would explode and turned dark purple under the strain and the restrictive wire straps.

“What did you do to me?” He asked in panic and looked to the other men again for help.

“Made it so you won’t ever do that again.” She said and then plunged the needle into his neck and injected the rest.

The male’s body instantly crystallized with veins and the woman nodded for his handlers to release him. He dropped to his knees and looked down at his impossibly swollen testicles and raging erection. A moment later the punishment set in. His testicles strained hard against the ties, hard enough to tear themselves apart. He had one futile orgasm after another, each one causing him devastating pain. Nothing came from his cock as it strained and throbbed. He shrieked with each climax.

“Please, make it stop. Make it stop.” He wailed.

“There’s no making it stop. And if I cut those ties, it’ll kill you. Is that what you’d prefer?” She held up a pair of sinister scissors.

“No, please.” He begged and collapsed to his side.

Tears ran down the man’s face as the torture continued and his massive muscular frame writhed and convulsed on the ground. Rebecca circled around him with great curiosity. Tori dismissed the assistants to continue with the match.

“I shouldn’t have…I’m so sorry….” The male saw Rebecca and begged her. He was covered in sweat and turning pale.

The women talked calmly over the helpless man as though he was not there. They discussed further action with him and other mundane topics. He had lost the energy to speak and just stared up at them and grimaced with each increasingly painful movement of his genitals. After several minutes, he finally passed out.

“Well that’s done. Fucker.” Tori kicked him in the side but he didn’t move.

“Pretty harsh.” Rebecca mused.

“Needs to be harsh. We can’t have any slip ups.” One of the women said as she packed up everything she had brought.

“So now what?” Rebecca asked.

“There actually is an antidote for this. He will need it, and we will let him know that when he gets up. Amy here will probably force him to do something naughty for her before he can have it. Then we will start some more advanced training.” Tori replied.

“Same thing that Phillip got at the bus stop?” Rebecca asked.

“Similar, Phillips was a little more hands on. Just because I wanted it to be. This piece of shit needed to be taken down fast.”

Tori motioned for Rebecca to follow her. She went to the locker room and found the two black clad assistants waiting inside.

“What this?” She turned to Tori.

“You did well, let them take care of you.” Tori replied and went to leave.

“I’m not really in a fucking kind of mood. Maybe later.” Rebecca eyed up the costumed men and wondered if there was anything left to the imagination under their suits.

“Relax, we know what to do.” One of the men said and Tori left the room.

Rebecca emerged several minutes later with the two men. They both walked off to do their own thing and Rebecca was calm and relaxed.

“You look like you enjoyed your evening.” Tori said as they left the rapidly emptying warehouse.

“Who are those two men?” Rebecca asked.

“Why? Did something go wrong? They have talented hands, I hope you got to enjoy them.”

“Talented tongues too. Just curious who they are. They can obviously fight.” Rebecca was strutting when she walked, high on her conquests of the evening.

“They are both pro fighters. You’ve probably seen them before.” Tori unlocked her car to get inside.

“What’s the deal with my guy? He still in there?” Rebecca got in the car.

“Yea, he’s most likely still begging for his life. He will get to go home after the girls give him some more pain and humiliation. Then he will get an inconvenient visit tomorrow.”