Wake Up In An Arena

2 Hours Later...

"Agh... Where am I?" I ask as I look around me. I seem to be on sand as I brush it off, the room is darkened so I don't see I am not alone until the lights turn on. With them on I hear a bunch of men screaming and cheering as it seems I am in a indoor arena. "What?" I ask.

"Ladies and gentleman today we have a very special guest today! You see the boss has so graciously got Travis the hunter to get himself a white man to entertain you wonderful people!" A black man in a suit shouts into a microphone. "Speaking of which let us welcome both the boss and his wife: Boss Johnson and Lady Sharella. Here they come!"

First came out what seemed to be the boss of this place a buff dude who could probably bench over two times my bodyweight. His grin and cocky nature showed as he sauntered to his seat shoeing off his muscles. His whole body was uncovered including his massive cock while not yet fully hard was still eight inches. Showing off his strength he picked up his wife and carried her over on one arm.

Speaking of which, his wife was no slouch either she herself had abes and muscles though not too much to be considered "too buff". She was waving to her adoring people like a queen in a fewtival that only wears tight fitness clothes.

The arrive and sit on chairs not too far off with what you imagine a king and queen's throne to be. Only with less gold and jewels and more white girls begging for attention and used as footstools. Then there is the man who shot Jacob in the neck: Travis. The same man that gave you that blasted jar of Bimbo cum. He is standing at attention as if he was a royal knight, only breaking when he looked at you and grinned evily.

"Now, oh dear boss and lady, what do you have for us today?" The announcer guy asked as ne bowed to them.

"Hmph. First let us explain the rules to those who are new? And the competior of course." Sharella said her voice not matching her body.

"What my wife said." Johnson gruffly said.

"As you wish sir and madam." The announcer pulled out a card and coughed into his hand before continuing. "The rules are simple: Each round our competior will face against whatever the boss and lady desire until either the boss and lady both say we are done and will then deliver punishment or until the competior is either dead or turned. Simple enough I say."

"Transformed? Wait! You aren't telling me you captured bimbos!" I shouted.

"Bimbos? Hardly! I have captured way more then just bimbos." Travis seemed offended by my accusation.

"What shall it be my king?" Sharella asked her husband.

"This man has doubted my most trusted companion and evidence points to he being the one for Mike's disappearance." The crowd boos at you with even a white womna with brown hair and D cup breasts throwing a beer can at you which you handily dodge.

'That seems to be Michelle.' You think.

"I shall bring out Travis' most recent captures! Bring them out boys!" Johnson finishes as the gate ahead of you opens slowly for your opponent...

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1 Hour Earlier...

PoV Switch: Christina Martin

"I'm a little worried Christy. Do you think?" Jenny says. It has been a hour since Jacob left after your agrument to look for gas. Since then Jenny has been trying to console you and tell you taht this is just your emotions talking and that you don't really hate your brother as it seems. While she is right in a part, you aren't that mad at him, you still don't love him as you used to and only feel a strange apathy towards him.

"We aren't going anywhere until we have that gas. Come on." You say as you got out yourself to see Jacob's dry footprints still showing on the muddy terrain off the road. "This way," You say to Jenny as you go look for your brother.