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The crowd cheered when Don entered the fighting ring. At least he looked like they cheered for him, although they were actually laughing quite hard at him, leaving out no chance to mock and taunt him. The low-ceilinged basement room was chock full of spectators from every species imaginable, and almost just as many different nationalities. Most of them were fighters, too, only waiting for their turn in the tournament, all the while checking out their future opponents. The thick, humid air was filled with their shouts, heavy from the scent of sweat and blood, and from the pure adrenaline that every fighter seemed to emanate.

"Here I come!" Don announced himself to the crowd. "One hundred and eighty pounds of american awesomeness ready to kick ass!"

"More like getting your ass kicked!" one of the spectators immediately shouted back.

"Watch out, he might like getting a paw shoved up his ass!"

The crowd was roaring and laughing, but Don shot right back. "You wanna fuck me? I'll fuck you! Come on and get me! When I'm through with you, you won't be sitting down for weeks!"

Don didn't care how much they were mocking him. He didn't care how much they thought he was gay. Because he was, and he was was showing it, he was proud of it! The greyhound was tall, a solid six feet and three inches, with a slender waist and deep chest, and long, muscular limbs. A rainbow-colored "pride" necklace clasped around his neck, adorning his bare chest for all to see. He was only nineteen years old, but he was strong and fast and he could take on any of these suckers who dared to throw insults at him!

"That won't be necessary", another fighter stepped into the ring. "I'm your opponent."

"Go get him, Adrian!"

"Teach this brat a lesson!"

"Be careful! Leave something for us!"

"If you hit him too hard, you might break him in two!"

The crowd cheered for the stocky badger that went to face the young greyhound. He was nearly a full head shorter than Don, but he had a thick, powerful frame, well over two hundred pounds. His midriff was as broad as his hips and shoulders, but there was only a little cushion of fat to hide the toned muscles beneath. He wore a smug grin on his face when he let his knuckles crack.

"You're Adrian, right?" Don had noticed a slight German accent in the badger's voice when he watched him. "You remember what we did to you guys in World War II? I won't be so gentle!"

"Oh come on, I'm not that old", the badger replied. Dons remark was met with boos and whistles, but that didn't discourage him. He began to circle his opponent, an agile spring in his step, tensing and relaxing his arms. He was taller and had more reach, and he probably was faster than this aging fighter, too. If he could strike first, he had the upper hand. That chubby bastard wouldn't even know what hit him!

The badger just grinned. "But maybe once you get out of your diapers I can teach you a thing or two." He matched Don's circling with slow, deliberate steps of his own, seemingly calm and relaxed. "What is this even supposed to be, some kind of dance?"

"Maybe it's a mating dance!" some of the spectators laughed.

"Even if it was, I wouldn't be going for someone as ugly as you!" Don shouted back angrily and clenched his fists.

"Even for dancing this looks ridiculous!" the badger laughed. "You got to learn some style first, boy, if you want to ..."

Don didn't let him finish. He seized his opportunity to land the first blow while the badger was still relaxed and distracted. With a quick step he was upon him, his fist rushing forwards and connecting with the badger's belly. He felt the tight muscles clench under the impact of his bare knuckles, almost hurting him as much as it did the badger, but it had the desired effect. The opponent was stunned for a moment, his lungs compressed from the blow, leaving him breathless for a second.

"Uhnf ... Scheiße!" the badger hissed.

Don followed up quickly with his other fist, but this time his opponent let himself fall back, ducked away and raised his guard. Another punch was blocked, just like the following, only driving him back half a step, before the badger pushed back and brought some distance between himself and the greyhound. A few spectators cheered for the first punches thrown and urged them to go on.

Adrian coughed, before a grin returned to his broad face. "Oh, you already wanted to start fighting? Or were you just trying to grope me? Couldn't really tell the difference."

"Certainly not someone as ugly as you!" Don replied loudly.

"You're already repeating yourself", the badger remarked. "You got to work on your style, your manners, and your vocabulary, then."

"You just can't keep up with me! You wanna teach me? Then come and show me! I'm not afraid of you!" Don spread his arms invitingly to provoke his opponent. He was still taller, still had more reach, and was still faster than the stocky badger. He could easily intercept him.

"Well, if you ask this nicely", Adrian shrugged and closed the distance between them with a few slow steps. Just when Don prepared to block his incoming attack, he shot forward with an unexpected burst of speed, ducked away under the anticipated guard and sent a quick, hard jab right into Don's unprotected stomach.

The greyhound didn't even have time to tense up against the impact. The blow pressed his intestines together, sending ripples through his flesh and organs before the rest of his body could follow. He nearly collapsed and toppled over, stumbling backwards, only to be caught by the crowd and pushed back into the ring. He clutched his stomach, almost forgetting the danger of the other fighter near him, but fortunately the badger didn't continue his attack. He was content to flex his fingers and evaluate his opponent's performance.

"Quite soft", he remarked, like a connoisseur sampling rare wine. "What are you, a fighter? Or a pillow for your lover when he sucks your dick?"

Don gritted his teeth and straightened himself, catching his breath. He let go of his stomach, despite the pain, he just had to grin and go on like nothing happened. It would fade soon enough when he had the badger lying on the ground before him, begging for mercy.

"You're just jealous", he shouted back at his opponent, "because you wish you'd get any blowjobs at all! If you think I'm so weak, try to hit me again!"

"Oh, no no", the badger shook his head. "It's your turn. Or do you want to run home and cry already? Cuddle up with your sweet prince and a soft, warm blanket?"

Don bared his teeth and growled, clenching his fists. "I'll show you how sweet I am!" he shouted when he lunged forward and aimed a wide swing at the badger's face. His opponent sidestepped at the last moment and grabbed his wrist, pulling him around and using his momentum to let him stumble right into the fist that was waiting for his gut. His stomach smashed into the knuckles with his own body weight carrying him further, his upper body slumping over the badger's arm. Another push from the badger that seemed to drive his fist even deeper into his belly, till he could swear he could feel them sticking out of his back, and he tumbled backwards, gasping for breath.

"You ... urgh!" the greyhound gurgled. "I'll show you ...!"

Don pressed himself to his feet again, trying for an upwards swing, but again his opponent sidestepped and deflected his attack. The young fighter was punished by another blow to his flank that made his kidney send a stinging pain all through his body. He tried to retaliate nonetheless, swinging at his opponent with rights and lefts, but each was met with an appropriate riposte. The badger was playing ping pong with his stomach, and his liver and kidney were the paddles.

The greyhound was tasting bile and blood in his throat when he finally slowed down, spitting to the ground, his breath coughing and rasping.

"Are you trying to hug me?" the badger mocked him. "I thought you wanted to fight me, so get your guard up and fight back!"

Don managed to press out a hollow laugh, still trying to act tough. "You're ... hrgk ... telling me to guard ... against your weak punches?" With a toothy grin he straightened up, flinching at the pain of stretching his pounded belly, but raising his arms way too high to protect himself from the badger's low angle of attack. He punched the air several times to show he was still in the fight, that he could still take him on. "Come on! I'm no pussy!"

"Well, obviously", the badger replied, "you prefer dicks. And being a dick."

"Are you gonna fight?" the greyhound growled. "Or are you gonna bore me to death!"

"Oh, surely not! If this is your kind of entertainment, I plan to deliver."

The badger was on to him faster than he could blink. His sight began to blur a little, he only saw black and white stripes before a flurry of open fists rained down on his belly. He tried to pull back, to get his arms down, but the badger was driving him back faster than he could react, kneading his guts like a lump of dough. He couldn't even breathe anymore, each successive punch pressing his innards upwards, his diaphragm contracting, squeezing the air from his lungs in short bursts. The staccato finally stopped only long enough to allow the badger one final blow, a devastating kick right into his tenderized guts, easily breaking through his barely tensing abs and crushing his intestines under it's heel.

The greyhound was literally catapulted away, staggering backwards into the open arms of the cheering crowd, only to be shoved back with a kick in his butt. He slumped down on all fours on the rough concrete floor, clenching his stomach with one hand, needing the other to support him not to fall over completely. He grimaced from the pain; it wasn't just a bruise anymore, it felt like all his inner organs had been dislocated and strung together in a too tight knot, a burning sensation spreading over his whole midsection. A fit of nausea gripped his throat, but he swallowed hard to fight it down.

"Are you dense or what?" Don growled at the badger in front of him. "Can't you hit ... something else?"

"Like what, your pretty face?" the badger replied, acting shocked. "And destroy your fabulous looks? I'd rather not."

Adrian extended a hand to help his opponent to his feet, but Don knocked it back. "Cut it out!" the greyhound coughed, struggling to hold his balance while he climbed back to his feet on his own terms. "I don't need your stinking paws!"

"Well, too bad", the badger shrugged, grinning smugly. "You'll get them anyway, or else this fight would be pretty boring, wouldn't it?"

"Kiss my ass!" Don spat out, getting ready to take the offensive. He rubbed his belly once to try and ease the pain, but didn't dare to do more in the face of his opponent.

"I'll leave that to your boyfriend!" the badger laughed. "But first I'll get his pillow all soft and plumped up." His knuckles met his palm audibly, heralding another beating to the greyhound.

"GRAAARRH!"

With an inarticulate roar Don shot forward again and launched his attack. This time he didn't go for a punch, but instead he made use of his longer legs, aiming a long swipe at the badger's midriff, to repay all the hits the other fighter already got in on him. But unlike him the badger tensed up and took the blow, letting himself get carried by the momentum, spinning around and driving his elbow into the greyhound's guts right below his navel. Don felt it crush into him like a broad blade, with all the weight of the badger's body behind it, plowing through his nethers and nearly cutting him in half. He slumped over and with another turn the badger brought his other elbow to bear, ramming it between the greyhound's shoulders to send him to the ground. His fall was abruptly stopped, though, when his belly met the badger's knee on the way down, crashing into him like a rock, trying to separate his upper from his lower half. His insides were pressed outside, the pressure finally too much for his stomach. It rebelled against the harsh treatment and with nowhere else to go sent it's content upwards with heavy convulsions. Don shook and shivered all over when he half tried to grab onto the badger's leg for support, half tried to steady himself on the ground. Sour taste rose up his throat and burst free, sputtering out of his muzzle like a broken water pipe.

"Bäh ... so eine Sauerei!" the badger wrinkled his nose theatrically and pushed the greyhound over to get his vomit stained leg free. "Who's gonna clean that mess? Are you?" he scolded.

Don spat out, cleared his throat, and spat out again. He wiped his muzzle on his forearm, still shaken by convulsions, but luckily he hadn't had much for lunch. There simply wasn't anything left in his stomach that could come out anymore.

The crowd was laughing at his pain, mocking his weak performance, cheering the badger on to finish him. The badger took his time, though, he didn't even bother to continue the fight right now. He ignored his reeling opponent and borrowed a tissue from one of the spectators, wiping his pants and feet clean, throwing the used paper cloth in front of the greyhound.

"Here, pretty boy", he told Don. "Clean yourself. I don't want to get my paws dirty on you. But be careful", he added with a grin. "Maybe even the tissue is too hard for you." He began to circle the young american again, examining him from all sides. "Come to think of it, it might be a more challenging opponent than you."

Don grabbed the tissue and growled, smacking it to the ground angrily. He could still beat that guy, he would kick his ass! He just had to ... get up and ... "Urgh!"

He clutched his stomach when he tried to raise himself to his knees. Even the touch of his own fingers hurt now, his belly swollen from the massive hits he had taken. Or were those indents left by the badger's blows? He wasn't even sure anymore if he still had a belly, were it not for the constant throbbing pain he received as a reminder.

"Lost your will to fight already?" Adrian continued. "We have barely even started! Come on, boy, I've just warmed up. At least stand up so I don't have to bend down to hit you ... aah, that's what you really want, guys bending over for you, eh?"

"Fuck yourself!" Don growled and looked up at him. "I'd kick your ass and fuck your mouth to shut you up, you ... hrg ..." His rant came to a halt in a sudden fit of retching and coughing.

"Oh, I'm flattered!" the badger laughed heartily. "A couple of minutes ago you said I was too ugly to fuck. I must have left an impression on you." He looked at his fist in contemplation. "Maybe more than one impression", he added, grinning broadly.

Don clenched his teeth. "Fuck you", he repeated, "I'm not your punching bag!"

"Well, no", the badger replied dryly. "You're not. A punching bag would provide a bit more resistance. You just kinda ... slump down whenever I try to aim straight at you." The badger chuckled softly. "Did you get that? Straight? Ah ... nevermind. My humor muscles are getting tired from waiting for you."

Don only answered with another growl. He looked up when the badger closed the distance and he instinctively drew back one hand to protect his gut, but instead of another attack his opponent grabbed his arm and pulled him back up to his unsteady feet. "Come on now, boy", the badger chided. "We don't want to let our audience wait, do we? Let's give them the show they deserve!"

The greyhound grimaced, somewhere between pain, anger, and a desire to punch his opponent till his teeth came out his bloody snout. Instead he snorted and grinned as broad as he could, showing his canine teeth in a mockery of a thankful expression. They wanted a show? He would give them a show! He would grind this smug badger into dust and then every single one of those homophobic bastards who made fun of him!

Just when his opponent let him go to stand on his own feet, Don grabbed the badger's wrist and pulled him back. He put all his weight into it, catching the other fighter off guard and dragging him down, trying to get on top of him and force him to the ground, hammering on his back and shoulders with his other hand. But his stomach put an end to his frenzied attack, giving in against the strain, not being able to provide the power he needed to win or even continue the fight.

His fate was sealed when the badger seized the opportunity to regain his balance. A powerful shoulder was slammed into his ribcage, nearly snapping his bones and tearing his lungs, before he felt himself being swept off his feet. The whole world turned upside down and for a moment he was weightless. Then he came crashing down with all his weight and all the force the badger put into the throw, hitting the bare concrete floor hard with the back of his head. Everything turned dull, even the pain echoing through his skull, a swirling cloud of stars dancing before his eyes. He groaned and tried to get up, but his belly was just a burning mass of pudding, the strength fading from his limbs as if he had sprung a leak.

"What was that?" the badger's voice rang in his ears. "Did you try to lay me? Bad luck! I told you before, you're not my type, didn't I?"

Laughter washed over him like a cold wave, mocking remarks were thrown at him, but it all blended together, it reached his ears but not his mind. They were cheering Adrian on to finish him, but the badger took his time and nudged the wincing greyhound with a foot. "Come on now, boy, where's your fighting spirit? Put some money where your mouth is! Unless of course your mouth is on someone's cock, that is ..."

"Fuck off!" Don growled through gritted teeth.

"Where are your manners?" the badger replied with a chuckle. "Well, I'll give you another shot. If you get up now, I'll let you place one good punch on me for free! Deal?"

The greyhound blinked and tried to focus on the stocky black and white figure kneeling over him, but the silhouette blurred whenever his heart raced another painful pulse through his body. Was that bastard playing with him? He didn't need his mercy! "Fuck ... OFF!" he growled again, louder, spitting as close to the badger's face as he could aim.

Adrian stood up, wiping his cheek with his forearm, a disappointed look on his face. "You still haven't learned anything", he came to a conclusion. "Let's put an end to this before you get too pathetic."

With bleary eyes Don could watch the badger circle him, the crowd around them falling into a chant. "Finish him! Finish him!" He could see the veteran fighter assume position, flex his shoulders and prepare for the final blow. But when the moment arrived and he dove for the kill, Don didn't have the strength left to move out of the way. He could only lie there and await the impact, wait for the badger to crush him under his mass. And when the force of the impact finally travelled from his belly through his straining ribcage and straight into his swirling head, it was mercifully strong enough to take his consciousness away with it.

~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~

"Wake up, boy."

He came to his senses when his face was splashed with a load of cold water. Coughing and spitting he tried to raise himself up, but his midriff still felt like it had been turned into mashed potatoes. He slumped back down onto the locker room bench he had been brought to, groaning.

"Easy, boy, hold your horses. Don't want to make it worse, do we?"

Don growled when he recognized Adrian's voice. Through bleary eyes he could see the badger sitting next to him on the wooden bench. The two of them were alone in the room, the cheers of the crowd faintly audible from the adjacent hall, already urging the next contestants to fight.

"I gave you one hell of a belly rub, eh?" the badger smirked and patted the greyhound's belly, making him cringe under the sudden touch. His fingers lingered for a moment, then he leaned forward and began to rub his belly gently with palms and thumbs.

"What are you ...?" Don grimaced and stared at the badger. "Get your fucking fingers off - oww..."

"What did I say?" Adrian reminded him and pushed his hands back down as he tried to fend off the badger's touch. "I'm trying to help you. Hold still, will you?"

Don didn't have the strength to protest when the badger started to work his hands again, gently massaging some life back into the pulp his fists had left of the greyhound's belly. As much as Don despised the badger's touch, the pain slowly began to fade with every rub and stroke.

"You just came to gloat", he muttered through gritted teeth. "Wanna make even more fun of me?"

"Yeah, sure", the badger chuckled softly. "As if that was the point. You're not the king of the hill, you know? Being a stuck-up pup won't get you anywhere. Well ... it got you on the ground if that's what you were aiming for."

"Fuck off", the young man hissed, but he didn't move. He began to relax under the massage, breathing steadily and closing his eyes. "You just think I'm weak because I'm gay. I don't need your sympathy! You did this to me in the first place!"

"And you could have taken a lot more if you weren't so stubbornly insistent on proving your gayness doesn't make you weak", the badger replied calmly, focusing on easing the greyhound's pain despite his harsh words. "It doesn't matter for your fighting where you bury your cock. You know what makes you weak?"

"What?" Don growled, blinking angrily at the badger.

"Being weak", the answer came unceremoniously. "You think being gay makes you special, makes you better. You use it as a shield to hide your insecurities. I attacked it. You cracked. Simple as that."

"I'm not insecure!"

"Then why are you getting angry?"

Don bit his tongue, taken aback. But he insisted: "I'm proud to be gay!"

"See? That's the point", Adrian grinned and shook his head, kneading the greyhound's belly softly, making the young man stifle a groan. "You're prancing around and yelling 'Look at me, I'm gay! I'm a special snowflake!' and when somebody yells back you blame it on them being intolerant bastards and not you rubbing it in their faces."

"Intolerant bastards like you", Don shot back with a growl.

"Don't you listen? Hell, I don't care if you fuck girls, boys, dogs, whatever. If you don't let everyone and his mother provoke you, you could even be a decent fighter." Adrian sighed, pausing for a moment. "Or at least stop being an asshole about it."

Don just stared at the man in front of him. He couldn't make sense of him. First he mocked him for being gay and beat him to a pulp, and now he tended to his bruises and told him it was alright to fuck guys? Maybe it was because the two of them were alone now. Maybe he himself was ...?

He gulped when he saw Adrian had noticed the growing bulge in his pants and stopped his massage. Even if he didn't like the badger at all, the sensual touch of another male didn't pass him by. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching the badger's reaction. But the older fighter just snickered and looked at him: "Seems like someone is getting excited. And here I thought I was too ugly for you."

Don stared at him for a moment before he gathered the courage to ask: "Are you ... gay, too?"

Adrian returned his stare, then broke into a hearty laugh. "Me? Hell, no! But thank's for considering me. I'm flattered." He shook his head and got up from the bench, patting the greyhound's knee. "I better leave you alone to take care of this", he added, casually pointing at the strained pants.

While the badger turned to go, Don still couldn't believe this guy. Was this all just another twisted mockery? Was he trying to teach him some lesson? What kind of fucked up lesson was that!

"Wait a minute!" Don rolled from the bench and got to his feet. On unsteady legs he hurried to catch the badger and grab his shoulder. "You can't leave me like that! We're not even - oomph!"

Don's eyes grew wide in shock when the badger whirled around and sank his fist straight into his guts. The punch broke through his eased up muscles easily, soft and tender from the massage, and buried itself deep in his body. He could feel the knuckles crash into his stomach and his bowels, the air squeezed from his lungs, leaving him breathless to sink to his knees.

"Yeah, you're right", the badger answered nonchalantly. "I couldn't leave without paying you back for the sucker punch you threw at me. Remember?"

Don felt the badger pat his shoulder as if he was parting from an old friend. Bright stars and black spots swirled before his eyes, making it hard not to lose consciousness all over again.

"Maybe you have to learn the hard way. Now we're even."