Pizza Time

Your tired eyes slowly open and squint before adjusting to the light. Getting up, you find yourself on a bed. Ahh, you remembered you had fought Drake and had your ass kicked then pounded.

What the fuck was this development. Would you be a **** now? Actually, that might not be such a ba- no, that would be terrible you needed to leave.

"Ahh, it seems you finally woke up slut"

An abrasive, rough voice broke your concentration, and you turned your head to look at the source.'

Obviously, it was Drake Barlow. The man who had beaten you. Currently, unlike when he was in the ring, he was dressed. He smirked at you before he spoke.

"So get this right slut, your mine now. Till this tournament ends, you cant leave. So you better follow my commands, or I will punish you. And if I ever get sick of you, I have some friends who run a brothel. So don't get any thoughts of escaping, or you will pay the fucking price.

You shake in fear, what other option did you have but to serve and bide your time.

"Hmm, not willing, huh. Well, you didn't seem that unwilling in the ring, remember thiS?

*Zip*

Unzipping his pants, he let out his flaccid member, and you stared at it, swallowing some saliva in response.

"Hungry, huh, well first have a taste of this. Don't worry, afterward. I have some food on delivery. If you do a good job, I might let you have some, aren't I benevolent HAHAHA."

You got off the bed, and on your knees, your naked body still exposed. Yes, you were doing this for food. You needed to bide your time, yeah. You attempted to convince yourself as you began to lick the tip.

"Don't forget the balls."

In response, you get lower and begin to lick his cock underneath his cock, coming to attention and expanding while on your face. Becoming addicted to the feeling, you begin to make broad strokes around his cock with your tongue slathering every inch of it in your spit.

"Good girl, now take it deeper."

You quickly take his dick down, pushing until your two thirds the way in before stopping. You gag a little before going further, but the speed upsets Drake.

"Fucking hurry up slut. I don't have all day!"

Drake shoves his cock all the way making you struggle to breathe. But as you ****, you feel repulsed by the pleasure your feeling and your willingness to do this act.

Before you think further, you begin to bob on Drakes dick, taking him to the base every time letting him fuck your throat.

Two minutes of this, and finally, he cums, filling you to the brim.

"Ha, good, I guess you earned a treat, my pet."

*Kock Knock*

"I have a pizza for a Drake Barlow?"

"What are you waiting for? Go get the food slut!"

Getting up unsteadily, you make your way to the door and open it. The delivery guy looks shocked but silently hand over the pizza while staring at your tits. He doesn't stay long, though, immediately running away without asking for a tip.

"Ahaha, what a wimp, good thing I paid online! HAHAHA!"

While your face was red in humiliation, you turned your attention back to Drake as you closed the door. His obnoxious laughter grating on your nerves.

"Well, leats eat after that. I have some plans for tonight with some friends. I still have a match tomorrow though, so I won't have that much time to give you attention slut"

Silently nodding your head, you both begin to eat the pizza. You feel tears go down your face land on the pizza as you think about your future. It was fucking pineapple flavored.