A prisoner of war... made gladiator

The big Tiger man sat on the hard wooden cot in his cell, staring at the slats of light that were filtering through the barred windows. It was the only source of light, in the holding cells under the Arena. The big feline sighed heavily, feeling the bruises on his ribs ache painfully as his lungs expanded. His tiny tribe had been fighting against the Human empire, it was Sherwyn's ill luck and shame to have been captured alive.

Reflecting on the past is one of the ways to keep your mind and not succumb to despair...

What led to the current sad state of affairs? Why was the enemy so strong? Were there ways to avoid capture?

A small tribe of Tigermen, to which Sherwyn belonged, lived in the jungle along the deep Jezen River, the muddy yellowish waters of which flowed from north to south for many hundreds of miles... There were many such small tribes in these jungles, but all that they could oppose to the numerous and well-organized troops, the human Empire of the Golden Serpent was a constant guerrilla war, raids on supply caravans, ambushes in the jungle... All this lasted for decades, and perhaps even centuries... All this was not enough for victory... If we comprehend the experience of the past impartially, then a fact will become obvious, the awareness of which only fills the soul with bitterness... This fact is that victory was simply absolutely impossible... if your chieftains had been wiser they would have realized this.

However, many of the Tigermen tribes did not even think about some kind of abstract 'Victory'. Guerrilla warfare, robberies, the capture of slaves - all this became a constant background in the life of these small tribes. The wealth and influence of many Tigermen tribal leaders depended on the success of their predatory raids on human caravans and settlements...

Moreover, sometimes Empire of the Golden Serpent diplomats managed to pit individual Tigermen tribes against each other and provoke inter-tribal wars. Some Tigermen became outcasts due to various reasons and were **** by tribal elders to leave the tribe. Often such outcasts became mercenaries in the cities of the Empire of the Golden Serpent. Their skills and knowledge became the service of the enemy of their people...

Empire of the Golden Serpent is not only a huge army, densely populated cities and developed diplomacy... It is a system that tries to put everyone at its service - even those who are enemies of this system... Despite the predominance of humans in the population of the empire (in particular: the emperor and members of the ruling dynasty are always humans), and many lizardmen and other creatures live in the controlled territory...

So, it seems that in the fight against such a powerful enemy as the troops of the Empire of the Golden Serpent, the most likely outcomes were captivity or ****... Sooner or later, one of two events would clearly happen...

What happened after the captivity?

The army had questioned him at first, but the Tiger had told them very little. He had done everything he could to get them to just kill him, instead they had sent him here to fight in the arena for the amusement of the mass's. Now he apparently was to be a gladiator for the amusement of the people in this distant hated empire. 'To entertain them with the color of your Out-lander blood.' The guards had told him... that bunch of leering rotten fuckers. He was stripped naked, his clothes all taken from him, every body cavity searched... every body cavity. And all his hidden tricks removed, even the studs in his feline ears had been taken.

They were smart too... shackling him and put a leather-muzzle on him when they **** him. 'Fucking bastards!' The Tiger was jolted out of his reveries by the screaming of rusty metal hinges, his cell door was being opened. Sherwyn looked up into the face of the jailer, a big human with an arrogant grin on his long bearded face.

The jailer scratched his yellowish cheek and examined the prisoner's body.

The contemptuous and mocking look of his slanted eyes, evoked only impotent hatred in the soul of the captive.

"Come on Outlander, it's time you die. Your **** will not be in vain! Ha! Ha! You will entertain the respectable residents of the capital of the empire - the city of Min-Jiong. So try not to die too quickly, you stinking savage."

He grunted supervising as Sherwyn was shackled, dragged out of the cell by those heavy iron chains. The Tiger knew it was futile to try and run, that was what had gotten him the most recent set of bruises. He was going to have to survive for awhile like this, the chained feline was chivvied up to a flight of stairs. And then kicked through a massive door, after this the shackles were hurriedly removed. He stumbled out through the open door, blinded by a huge amount of sunlight. Falling muzzle first onto the hard, hot sand as the massive crowd of watching humans guffawed at him.

The existence of such a huge structure as this arena was unthinkable for any of the members of the tigerman tribes, who were accustomed to living among the jungle...

An equally shocking fact was that there were a lot of spectators here... How many are there? Thousands? Tens of thousands? The entire Sherwyn's tribe consisted of several times fewer persons...

Blinking, Sherwyn climbed to his feet paws amid deafening boos and jeers from the crowd.

"Die, Out-lander. Show us your guts, beast." They screamed so loudly his ears hurt, while throwing half eaten food at him. Sherwyn just growled and looked around, trying to spot his opponent on the great stone ring. The booing and jeering that was so deafening, suddenly turned to screams and excited cheers as the gate on the far side of the Arena opened and his opponent charged out.

The big red Minotaur didn't stop to survey his opponent, but instead simply raced ahead to run him down.

And with surprising speed for so big and bulky a creature, he probably had crushed more than a few with that simply tactic... The big Bulls gleaming horn tip's were metal and appeared to be needle sharp as they glistened in the bright sunlight. Clearly they were fastened to the stubs of his real horns, that had been sawed off... Both the Minotaur's huge fists were covered in big metal gauntlets... Deadly weapons in their own right... clearly this was not meant to be a fair fight for the Out-lander.

Sherwyn saw the huge Bull baring down on him at top speed and dove aside, rolling to his feet as the Bull charged past him. He'd certainly be crushed to pudding, if either those hooves or those fists connected with his body. And especially those iron skewers the bull toted for horns. Sherwyn knew that unarmed he was going to have to be faster and smarter than the his attacker. He stood his ground, waiting for the huge juggernaut to charge again, staring him down.

The big Minotaur didn't stop when he missed his amazingly swift opponent, but instead turned slightly and began making a wide circle still moving swiftly. Clearly the big Bovine had experienced smaller attackers trying to leap upon his back, and was ready with this tactic... Snorting he watched the sleek Tiger with his beady dark eyes, as he circled around for a second charge... And then raced forwards swiftly again... only to pull up quick and spin when the feline dodge aside again. Lashing out with one huge iron clad fist, that just clipped the dodging Sherwyn's chest sending him reeling backwards. Even as the big Mino quickly followed head down and long arm's flailing in a dangerous flurry of wild swings...

"DIE DIE DIE..." The crowd was chanting wildly now, as the Mino and obvious a crowd favorite kept coming. Even though the blow was glancing, Sherwyn had the wind knocked out of him. His already bruised ribs screaming in pain, as he fell hard onto the hot sand. He had to quickly roll and dodge, barely evading the wild swings by a hairs breadth each time. He knew he was in trouble... he was getting backed into a corner. And if he got caught, the big Mino would splatter him all over the stone. The Tiger at last however found an opening and dove for it. His quick eyes had spotted a single weak point in the mighty bovines attacks. As the Mino raised his hands for a double fisted smash, Sherwyn saw the tip of his enormous balls dangling below the edge of his kilt. And dove for them between the huge Bull's wide spread legs, grabbing those nuts, one in each paw.

Or at least their cords, and yanking on them hard as he passed between the Minotaur's wide spread legs. But the Mino's balls were sweaty and Sherwyn couldn't keep his grip, his fingers sliding loose over the hairless skin of the bovines sack. He rolled out the other side and had just a moment to clutch his chest, wondering if he'd done any damage at all. The huge red Bull staggered forwards slowly, half bent over his mouth gaping... As a stream of bile and food chunks splatter onto the sands ground.

The crowd was screaming angrily as they watched their champion limp away... his big potent ball's dangling even lower and more **** as he circled around. Pausing to catch his breath and glare at his smaller opponent across the Arena... And then he began a slower zig zag approach. Clearly thinking to keep his smaller attacker at arms length, where he could be pummel to **** without any more damage to the Mino's nether regions... Long arms swinging more carefully now as he approached the wily Tiger...

Sherwyn growled, starting to become annoyed with this persistent Bull, he jumped away scooping up a paw full of sand. He circled the snorting brute, waiting for him to swing and then ducked in under the Mino's arms and threw the sand into his beady black eyes. Only to get buffeted by the huge bovines iron clad fist. Sherwyn stumbled back, rolling to absorb the blow, but a good spatter of blood launched from the Tiger's mouth. When he came to a stop against a crumbling pillar at the center of the ring. It was only training and fitness that had saved the Tiger from shattered ribs.

The big red Mino bellowed and shook his big blunt head angrily... unable to rub the sand from his beady eye's. He was **** to just stagger around blindly blinking his eyes rapidly, and swinging his big fist's in random awkward swipes... Giving the Tiger time to regain his footing, and move around to the big wooden gate the Bull had come out of. Then he cupped his paws around his mouth and shouted tauntingly to the huge half blind Mino... Even as the crowd screamed his location loudly to their champion. Spinning swiftly the big red Bull charged at his opponent once more, so close this time the Tiger would never be able to dodge in time. But Sherwyn didn't dodge... instead he ducked down and was heartened to hear those big iron horn tip's 'Thunk' solidly into the wooden gate. The big red Bull shouted, and struggled to pull his horns from the wood they were buried in... Even as his huge hooves lashed out, trying to stomp the feline as he rolled away.

Sherwyn was ecstatic that his plan had worked, he dodged around behind the huge Mino. Away from those stomping hooves, and reached up between those massive legs, grabbing that huge sweaty sack once more. The Tiger dug his claws in this time, pulling the sides of the Bull's hairless sack in opposite directions. With a wet ripping sound that big bag split in half, dumping the bovines huge testicles loose to dangle and swing between his legs. Sherwyn had to jump back though, as the Minotaur's inevitable flailing becoming too much. His naked balls flopping around between his legs, the flaps of his ruined sack smacking his hefty thighs wetly. Sherwyn managed to dart back in, grabbing one of those huge nuts and slashing wildly with his long feline claws. Ripping at the cords until they shredded loudly, the big nut spurting raw semen and blood over the Tiger's fingers.

One iron tip snapped loose from the Bull's blunted horn... as he twisted his head bellowing loudly in pain and anger. Placing both fists against the wooden gate, the big Mino pushed hard. As he tugged trying desperately to free his other horn from the covetous wood. The shouting crowd fell silent, as they watched their champion half gelded by his damn Tiger opponent. Here and there rose a few scattered cheers for the out-lander... as the big Mino dropped to one knee. Squealing in pain as his cords snapped loudly, the severed nut spurting raw semen and blood over the Tigers fingers. The Mino's second big fat ball rested on the hard packed sandy Arena floor now, as he choked and gagged at the pain of his half gelding.

Sherwyn lifted his right foot paw, bringing it down sharply on that second big nut. Wanting to cause as much agony to his opponent as he could. Pain was his only weapon right now, and the Tiger ground down on that naked ball with all his strength and weight. Even through his rough paw pads, he could feel the big jewel pulsing as it distorted under his weight. The big Mino forgot about pushing back... his long arms flailing back weakly now. As that big foot paw slams down onto his fat nut... His big iron clad hands catch a few glancing blows on his attacker... but the angle is bad and they have no power.

The searing hot sand cutting into that delicate exposed male flesh. Sherwyn stomped hard again and the nut bulging and swelling as its innards were scrambled. Until 'Splat!' one side of that fat orb ruptured and that big testicle gushed its liquefied guts all over the hot sand. Sherwyn growled and snarled in triumph, grinding down on the Bull's nut. Feeling sticky yellowish goop squirt between his toes, the outer shell of the nut being flattened. As its guts were squashed out onto the sand, cooking like a raw egg in the Arenas heat.

The Mino's counter attack growing instantly weaker and weaker as his last jewel is stomped and ground into the sand... until at last it shatters. 'Splat!' A loud 'OHOOOOOOOO' goes up from the crowd, as the big Minotaur becomes a steer...

"MOOOOOOOOOO!" The steer screams and then falls limp... as the Tiger moved up and unlatches the iron horn tip. The big bovine falling muzzle down onto the hot sand atop his cooked egg... and the crowd begins to chant. 'Rump him... Rut him...' Sherwyn couldn't help but grin as the crowd turned on their defeated and deballed champion. Sherwyn reached for his cock, the Tigers battered body pulsing with energy and adrenaline now. And in moments the his spiky shaft was hard in his fondling paw, the glistening head swollen and slick with pre-cum. Waving it at the crowd like a victor's sword, Sherwyn yelled out as loudly as he was able.

"So you want to see the worthless Out-lander fuck the fallen?" He was greeted by a roar of approval, and he repeated the yell louder this time, receiving and even louder roar. Pumped with energy and victory, Sherwyn parted those big cheeks with his paws, revealing the Mino's virgin anus. And then plunged his achingly hard cock right into it, driving it home so hard his balls banged against the Bull's ass hard enough to sting. He started to thrust, pounding his long veiny shaft in and out of that tight hole amazed at how hot and tight it was. The crowd went wild, as the Tiger fucked the fallen Steer, driving home his cock with wild abandon. Hammering the former warrior's hard little prostate with every thrust.

The big steer moaned weakly, his tight anus clenching and spasming on the victors hard cock. He'd been in the Arena for a few years now, and knew what this meant. He'd spend the rest of his time here as a servant, and rut **** for the fighters and the guards... He'd seen it happen before, in fact his own rut **** had been a former champion... As the felines hard cock introduced him to his new position in life, the big Steer reflected on the fact that he had volunteer to come here.

Sherwyn continues to fuck roughly, his breath panting out in a hot rush over the Steer's back. He feels his balls drawing up, adrenaline and victory making him not last quite as long. He growled, roaring his victory to the sky as he arched his back and came hard. His cock swelling and gushing a fountains of pent up yellowish cum deep into the steers ass, the Tiger's powerful spurts sending his jizz far into the his enemies bowels!

Sherwyn was escorted back down to his cell after the fight with the Bull, some of the other fighters cheering. Although only the ones whose cells looked out over the Arena. Some of the guards looked angry, some were grinning in delight at the Bulls fate. The jailer was waiting for him at his cell door, he thrust something at Sherwyn as the Tiger stepped up.

"Here is your reward for winning Out-lander. Just don't get used to it... Out-landers like you never last." Sherwyn took it and found it to be a short, stout, and extremely rusty knife. The human snatched it back quickly though, maybe afraid the feline would try using it on him. "You don't get to keep it of course, you just get issued it before your next, and I guaranteed last fight. You better sleep or jack off or whatever you do Cat, you won't be back here again." He snickered darkly and walked away, boots clip clopping on the dirty stone floor. Sherwyn didn't sleep or jack off, he sat calmly on his cot. And had a nice big meaty meal, courtesy of the freshly made champion turned rut Steer.