The Arena Fighter
Romance/fantasy short. An arena brute enjoys one of the attendants.
3.5k, M/M. Nasty violent guys getting off on treating each other a bit roughly. Adapted from a TweetFic.
Kick has fought in several arenas over the past few years, and this one is no different to the others. At first, you come, you pay to enter, you fight, you win money. You come back, you pay again, you fight some more, you win some more. He’s risen enough through the ranks that the process has changed a little for him, but it’s the same as other arenas too — he doesn’t pay to enter any more, and he’s given a decent stipend to stay and entertain, to keep fighting.
He’s a headliner, now.
One benefit of this, of being a regular fighter, is that you get to take your pick of the attendants, many of them pretty young things who like to lust and swoon over the fighters, like to lay their delicate hands on your body and feel the muscle under their fingers; others are squires who are training to fight themselves, who are still too young or too unrefined to win in the arena just yet.
Kick’s favourite isn’t either of the two — he’s a little older than the rest, a little scrawny, and he walks with a visible limp. He keeps Kick’s armour clean and in good condition when assigned to him, oils up his body with…
