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The Pit	By : Foraoo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1230 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The Pit

Rating-NC17. Discretion advised. Contains violent scenes of a sexual nature.
Disclaimer: Fiction-Don’t own, Didn’t happen, Don’t sue.

It’s time. He can feel it. He has been here so long his body has grown accustomed to it. His body has grown accustomed to a lot of things. The highlight of the evening, his starring role is here. He needs no rehearsal. He needs no prompting. Already he feels the stirrings within. They call him ‘The Dark Prince’ He barely remembers his name, it has been so long since anyone uttered it. He remembers once his master, the man who brought him here, calling him ‘Darren’ in a soft voice. The voice one would use to coax a scared domesticated animal. “Darren” he utters softly. He likes it, clings to it; it’s all he owns. Well that and his desire.

Rough arms grab him from his cold cell but he throws them off, quieting him they groom him. They adore him, he is their prize gladiator. Beautiful and strong he brings in the cash. The crowd in the club are impatient they want to see this ‘Dark Prince’, they want their moneys worth. Darren smiles, he won’t disappoint, he never has yet.

His hair teased into tiny plaits, his body dusted with a gold powder. Then they play with his cock. Holding his arms back as one of the attendant’s drops to his knees. The young mans tongue darts from between his lips and delves into the tip. He probes it roughly, swirling the pre-cum around before taking the full length into his mouth. The pubic hairs curl around his nose and he inhales deeply pushing the cock further into his mouth. He lets his fingers stray into the warrior’s anus and dreamily shuts his eyes as the ‘Dark Prince’ writhes. The others pull him off and his heart falls. He loves this man and he wants to show him how much but he must settle for watching him in the pit, like everyone else.

They take Darren out into the arena and as always gasps break out at his beauty. They cart him around like a bauble around the ring; the audience wants to touch him but are hindered by the protective glass put up around the arena. Finally the attendants leave and Darren is left alone. He looks out into the crowd, a tiny smile on his lips. He takes pride in the been the strongest slave, the most desired. Slowly he moves his hands over his naked body towards his cock, gripping it he throws back his head in abandon, seeminly not seeing the predator approaching from behind. But he hears him. Spinning around he shoots out a hand and jabs the one named Andre in the throat. The ‘Cockfight’ has begun. As the first slave falls another attacks from the side. Darren hits the ground as the handsome black slave intended. Darren licks his lips, this one is a favourite of his. They call him ‘Razor’ his actions are smooth…but can be deadly. Darren rolls then pulls himself to his feet. Running headfirst he rams Razor in the stomach and they both topple. Pinning Razors hands down Darren pushes his tongue into his mouth and his challenger hungrily returns the gesture. But the other slave is not so forgiving. Clutching his assaulted throat he leaps on top of the two. Razor cries out in pain as Andre enters Darren. But Darren is not so easily beaten, bucking his head backwards he connects with Andre’s teeth who cries out in pain. Unlike everyone else Andre is not a fan. Darren squirms out from between the two aiming an well-aimed kick at his enemy.

The two slaves are now against each other and writhe in front of him. It’s a gorgeous sight and he is not the only one who thinks so. Behind him an audience member has emptied his passion onto the protective visor. Grinning Darren drops to all fours and seductively crawls towards the bespectacled man. He licks his lips like a feline and reaches the glass. Pulling himself up onto his knees he places his hands on the screen and watches the man. He is excited at Darren’s interest. The short fat man with wire-rimmed glasses is not used to any kind of sexual attention, especially from one as beautiful as this. He feels the passion rising to almost over the brim again as Darren traces the man’s cum on the other side of the glass, a wry grin on his thick lips. The crowd loves it, cheering him on with reckless abandon. Darren’s tongue darts out of his mouth and leans in to the screen. Slow and deliberate he traces the semen with his tongue, eyes half lidded. The man can’t take this. It’s too much for his already swollen cock. Gasping he feels it explode again…directly into Darren’s face, no longer visible through the spunk. On the other side of the glass Darren grins and moves backwards onto his knees.

The brutality of it scares him and weakens him but always creates desire within him and now the desire is burning him. Distracted for a moment, he suddenly finds his head pulled back by one of the slaves and Razors rigid manhood breaching his lips and plunging smoothly down his throat. Andre’s eyes watched with fascinated lust as Razor rotates his hips, twisting his tool in Darren’s gullet. Razor gripped Darren’s ears, sliding his head back and forth along the arc of his organ. Opening his powerful thighs, he sinks the full length of his appendage into his mouth, gasping Razor throws back his head and comes with a shuddering jolt. That was all Darren needed, twisting the hands that held his head he flies upward and butts the slave full in the face. Razor fell to the floor clutching his nose and Darren spat the mans own cum down at him.

That was one down, one to go. Andre seeing the fire in Darren’s eyes took an uncertain step backwards but the hesitation was too long and Darren was on him. Twisting him roughly he forced the man over and to his knees. Darren shoved his cock upward and jerked into Andre. The slave moaned in half protest as Darren teased him, pressing his body down so Andre’s penis touched the floor then pulling him roughly away. Pounding into the young slave Darren realises he was almost there and the crowd is to. For that one moment as he pins his helpless opponent he feels stronger then those who see him as a mere object, he is their superior, he is their Dark Prince. He is their God! With a gasp he felt himself release and his energy left him. Stepping slowly backwards away from the slaves he looks into the audience, and slowly he raises his arms in victory. The crowd goes wild. Their ‘God’ has been victorious again. Darren falls to his knees, a exhausted sob escaping his lips as gentle arms pull him gently up and take him back. Back to a warm bath and the attentions of the caring attendants, to the waiting for another night like this. But he would be back, and he would return as their ‘Dark Prince’ and re-enter this dark land of erotica. He would return as their champion.
He would return to The Pit.

*~*The End*~*
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