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Chapter #5
Dirty Fighter
by: piego
The otter blocks the doorway, your only exit, as he chuckles, 'You know, it wasn't such a good idea running away from the match like that.'
'Are you crazy?' you sputter nervously, 'that bear was beating the crap outta me!'
The otter laughs. 'Compared to what I'm gonna do to you you'll wish you were back in there with him!' You warily look the otter over. He is about 6 feet tall. Maybe over. Taller than you, at least. His short tail pokes out of a hole in his tight, latex shorts. His muscles bulge under a smooth layer of shiny brown fur. He's big, but not as big as the bear. You even think you might be able to take him on.
'Ha!' you scoff, 'What could you do to me that the bear couldn't?'
'Oh, you'd be surprised.' he says with a sly look on his face. You wonder what he could mean by that.
'Whatever. I could take you any day!' you brag. He grins mischeviously and lunges at you. You lock up, gripping eachothers hands as you try to get the upper hand. You strain desperately and he gradually begins to give a little, but he still wears an evil smile. You think he must be crazy. As his arms bend backward you prepare to throw him across the room, but suddenly his knee shoots forward and catches you right in the trunks! The pain rocks your body and you buckle. He reaches around your waist and hurls you over his shoulder. You crash into a pile of chairs and slump to the ground. The pain of the throw throbs through your body, but not quite as badly as the pain in your crotch. You cradle your bruised groin tenderly and rock back and forth. You mutter 'You fight dirty, you bastard!' He just laughs as he otter silently locks the door to the dressing room behind him.
'Now we're gonna have some fun!' he cackles as he approaches you. You shakily get to your feet, scowling and gritting your teeth at the pain. He throws a forearm at you and your face is knocked to the side. He attacks with the other arm, but you manage to block it in time. He teeters off balance a little and you take the opportunity to dive forward into his exposed midsection. Your attack, though clumsy, catches him off guard and you both fall to the floor. You straddle his belly and throw a punch at his face. As you pull back to punch again his hand darts forward and seizes your already sore bulge. You don't have enough time to bring your fist forward before he squeezes powerfully. You seize up and moan as pain fills your body. Releasing your package he pushes you off of his stomach. You fall limply to the side. As he stands up you curl up, face down. You don't want another attack on your balls. Suddenly he slips his arms around you and you find yourself in a sleeper hold. You writhe around desperately but can't break free! He laughs at your pitiful attempts.
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