Why not?

Adam checks both ways and hurried across the street. He comes up to the glass doors of the casino and pulls them open. The red lighting fills his vision and the cheers of the crowd threaten to perforate his eardrums. He's vaguely aware of hands wandering his body, he's far too captivated by the sight on stage.

What would have clearly been two monstrously dominant men is quickly turning one sided. The white man, for the moment at least, was on his knees with his hands pulled behind his back and his face shoved into the mat. The black man behind him was holding the hands in place while ramming his cock in and out of the squealing bitch. He would pound his chest and call out to the crowd who would cheer or boo depending on how they had wagered. After a few more moments a bell rang and the now larger black man pulled himself free. Now Adam could see the incredibly massive cock, it stuck out a full two feet from his crotch and was a thick as baseball bat.

The other man was sniveling and trying in vain to pick himself up off the mat. His asshole was gaping open and he was failing to try and cover his shame as the referee came out. In a hustle the ref picks him up and bends down to check the mans cock. The audience waits in hushed tones as the ref pulls out a measuring tape to assess the change. Finally he stands up and announces to the crowd, "Down to 1/3 of an inch! By league rules the losing party may opt to leave with what the have left or fight another round and risk total enslavement!"

The crowd cheers wildly as Adam comes back to Earth and realizes that he does indeed have hands on his body. He turns to see a monstrously large tittied bimbo looking right back at him. She's wearing a sign around her neck indicating she's casino property.

"Like the fights? I was a fighter. I lost. Don't wanna fight anymore though. Like my sign?"

Adam reads it again. 'Loser ****. Free fuck. For better meat see management.'