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“Winner takes all?” was a phrase with no equal among the competitors of the Arcadion. Not when it was said in the heat of the moment in the ring, or for the sake of a particularly zesty interview, but when it was uttered behind closed doors in the green room or in even more private locations. Once that particular gauntlet was thrown everyone knew the upcoming match was only going to end in someone’s bed (or, once again, the green room if they were particularly impatient). You could always turn it down and everyone would run their match as normal, duking it out as consummate professionals would, but when almost every competitor is as feral as the souls they used to play with it was fairly rare for someone to back down.
So, of course, Deep Blue agreed to The Tyrant’s bet with next to no hesitation.
It wasn’t out of nowhere, of course. For the better part of the recent season the Xtremes had been antagonizing the Tyrant for the sake of the running narrative, something everyone had signed off on ahead of time. “Can the bodacious brothers crack this king’s royal resolve!?” had been the general through-line and had fans eager to see if shenanigans and not-so-harmless pranks the brothers came up with would eventually cause the mighty Tyrant to finally break his usual demeanor. While it all started in good fun it had become clear about half way through that Blue was taking their inability to break him very personally leading to a general increase of being a huge pain in the Tyrant’s royal ass.
Defacing his car, unprompted interruptions during other matches and shows, frankly morally questionable levels of trash talking, you name it and the Xtremes were out there doing it. To his credit, Tyrant hadn’t cracked even once but the second he was alone with the two of them in the green room before the story arcs “climactic match” he descended upon them like a hawk. Blue and Red had been looking mighty smug, doing their usual jeering and pre-match psyching out, so Tyrant had decided now was the time. Enough was enough. With heavy, measured steps he marched towards them, emanating an aura so intense that a lesser man would swear his death was imminent, only stopping to hover over Blue with an air of pent up rage and locking eyes with him just long enough that Blue started to second guess if all his harassment was a good idea did he pop the question:
“Winner takes all?”
Blue was a little taken aback by the proposition, but only for a moment. “You know it, dude.” Quickly papering over his sudden nerves he continued. “Hope you’re ready to handle both of us, we always share our trophies.”
Tyrant glanced over to Red and was met with a nod, quietly giving his consent to the whole arrangement. “Then we have a deal. Once I’m done putting you in your place in the ring I’ll be sure to bring you to heel outside of it.” He turned and made towards the arena’s entrance. “We’ll reconvene at your apartment, I assume it’s better suited to a larger party.”
“Sure, man. We’ll make sure it’s real nice and comfy for you.” Blue sneered.
Once Tyrant had cleared the room the brothers had returned to discussing their plans for the match: cheating as much as possible. Their escalating methods of harassment had all been a “genius” ploy by Blue to rile Tyrant up, get him off his game and susceptible to all manner of their usual dirty tactics. The ring was even their home turf! It was a flawlessly executed plan and the brothers were simply ecstatic over this added bounty and their inevitable victory.
Which only made it all the more frustrating for them when they were utterly trounced in the ring, as usual.
Blue had kept it bottled up during all the typical post-match fluff, had to look good for the cameras, but the entire time he was absolutely seething. Even Red was quietly disappointed their plans had fallen though, nodding along to Blue’s complaints on their drive home. They simply couldn’t understand how the Tyrant was always just a few steps ahead of them, parrying whatever was thrown at him, even a damn surfboard! He had to be cheating even more than they were, surely, but a deal was a deal. It didn’t matter how much grumbling they did as they got to their apartment and did a bare minimum amount of moving trash and assorted debris out of sight, they weren’t about to back down.
It was about an extra hour and a half of nursing their bruised bodies and egos before they heard their doorbell go off, signaling the king’s arrival. Strolling on his he surveyed the main room, it wasn’t his first time here but he was always impressed with the organized chaos of their living space, he personally wouldn’t be able to stand it. “Apologies for the delay, I’m sure you’re well aware how long those epilogue segments can go on for.”
“Yeah, yeah, His Majesty just loves to keep us waiting.” Blue rolled his eyes and sauntered over to their guest from his place on the large sectional. “Did you at least come prepared?”
Tyrant trailed his hand up Blue’s exposed chest, causing the other man to shiver despite himself, and set it to rest gently around his slender shetona neck. “Oh, I have some ideas. Any second thoughts?” He looked between the two of them, Red had moved towards them once Tyrant started getting handsy, but he didn’t back down. Neither did Blue, hungrily eyeing the biceps attached to the hand circling his neck. “So be it.” And with that he clamped down on the smaller man’s neck with a firm grip, shoving their faces together, less of a kiss and more of a show of dominance. A chance to claim his spoils.
When he finally pulled Blue away by the neck a trail of saliva followed, Blue borderline incapacitated by the sudden escalation. Tyrant locked his hooded eyes with Red’s singular exposed one, visibly agitated by not being sure if he should join in or wait for some orders. “Well, Red, I have to admit I’ve been impressed with your performance in the Arcadion lately. Why don’t I reward you for that?” he smirked. “What you’re going to do is grab a chair and something to tie your brother up with and you get to decide how we do it. Make it quick.”
Only Tyrant could see the way Red visibility lit up with excitement and when he set off to follow his new orders he returned his attention to the now more conscious Blue, attacking him again with a deep, rough kiss. Blue fought back this time, the hand still clamped around his neck making it difficult to get any real leverage. Instead he started to explore Tyrant’s well worn hunter’s body, his chiseled form and sculpted muscles and Tyrant let his free hand wander in turn. After a bit, Tyrant loosed his grip and Blue used the opportunity to let his hands wander further down, giving the Eldite’s cock a firm squeeze through his leather pants. “Looks like someone’s excited.”
Instead of responding with words, he responded by leaning down and hoisting Blue up by his thighs effortlessly, a show of strength that sent the smaller man off guard. It wasn’t long before he was put back down though, as all Tyrant had done was stroll across the room and throw him down into the chair Red had prepared while they were busy. Before he had time to adjust, Red was pulling his hands behind the chair and tying them together with what felt like a belt they had lying around. Blue made a show of looking upset, gazing up at Red with a pout and look of faux hurt at the "betrayal". “Bro, how could you?”
“Bro,” Red leaned down and whispered the rest of his sentence into his partner’s ear. Whatever he said did the trick, and when he pulled back he gently held Blue’s face and the two of them shared a deep and significantly more tender kiss.
For his part, Tyrant had removed most of his clothing sans the pants and situated himself on the couch opposite of where Blue’s chair was set up, enjoying the show while they had their little moment. Red peppered his other half with a few more quick pecks before finally pulling away, looking over to see what was in store for them next. Back in the mood, Tyrant silently spread his legs and relaxed into the couch, extending an arm and gesturing Red over with a curl of his fingers. “On your knees.”
He didn’t need it spelled out for him, Red moved and dutifully situated himself between the King’s thighs. He made quite a sight, soft eyes peeking up at him through the bangs, wanting and eager, at odds with his muscular form. It was no wonder he had such fervent supporters among the Arcadion fanatics. Tyrant didn’t spend too long appreciating the view, though, as he reached down and slowly, tantalizingly pulled his zipper down and freed his impressively sized dick from its confines. Red briefly wondered if he always walked around without underwear under all that leather, but kept it to himself.
“Put that filthy mouth of yours to work in pleasing me. Show me how grateful you are that I bothered humoring you with a match at all.”
Settling his hands on Tyrant’s toned thighs for leverage, Red gave a few cursory licks before really getting to work on the impressive meal set before him. Working the head with his tongue he started to bob his head slightly getting used to the sheer length before he felt ready to go down for more. He was used to being under the water and holding his breath, as far as he was concerned it was a shared skill set.
Tyrant snaked a hand into Red’s hair, not quite grabbing a handful but enough to take control of the pace if he wished. He looked up at Blue who was transfixed on Red and how his large bunny ears twitched whenever Red made a particularly visceral, wet noise. His legs had naturally opened to compensate for the tenting in his trunks and he barely made an attempt not to squirm. Eventually Blue glanced back up at Tyrant and when he did Tyrant slowly licked his lips, tilting his head back and making a show of his enjoyment just so Blue really knew the score. Just how much he enjoyed having his precious partner pleasure him while all he could do was helplessly watch, overpowered for the second time that night. He couldn’t do anything but grind his teeth while red sunk lower and lower, gagging as Tyrant took more and more control over the proceedings.
It’d be more accurate to call it a face fucking at this point rather than a blow job, Red tensing his hands as he held on and let his throat be used by his superior. Choking and sputtering while he tried desperately to take air in through his nose, Tyrant not taking his eyes off of Blue the entire time, relishing in his growing rage. Just as Red was getting ready to accept a load down his throat he was ripped off Tyrant’s cock by the man himself, mercifully being given some time to breathe while the man above him also collected himself.
“You have lubricant, I assume?”
Red struggled to process the question, still too wound up to string an answer together, leaving it to Blue. “I’m pretty sure we left one on the side table, or something.” He didn’t take his eyes off Red's back muscles as he answered, taking in how it looked while the man shivered and struggled for air, tilting his head towards the general direction of said side table.
Tyrant politely ignored the implication of them having multiple bottles of lube sitting around their apartment and got up, casting a glance down at Red as he did. “Remove those ridiculous pants before I’ve sat back down.” He fished through their side table and found a well used but still usable bottle of lube like he was told and made his way back to Red who had removed his clothing as ordered, awkwardly standing with his own impressive member at full mast.
Returning to his spot, Tyrant roughly grabbed him by the hips and spun him around so that he was facing his chair bound brother, pulling him down into his lap. This was the first time the brothers had made eye contact since Blue was put in the chair in the first place, the first time Blue had to appreciate his partner’s form. He let his irritation go for a moment to send his bro a kiss through the air, getting a soft smile and a deeper blush and Tyrant manhandled him into position. Once he was done Red was perched above Tyrant’s lap on his knees on the couch, red was far from a small man but the size difference between the two of them was still fairly noteworthy in this position. The knowledge that Tyrant’s glistening cock was below him was tantalizing, he almost wanted to be taken without any preparation at all, to sink down and finally ride the waves of pleasure but his Highness had other ideas.
A dry hand went high and a lubed hand went low, the lubed hand sneaking below to unceremoniously shove two fingers straight into Red while the other hand decided to play with his hardened nipple. Two fingers right off the bat, particularly long Eldite ones, caused him to gasp and squirm into the touch, body unsure what direction it wanted to chase pleasure from. Tyrant continued to finger fuck him with no hesitation, drawing soft noises with every brush of his prostate and squeeze to his chest. Once he had worked three fingers in, he decided that was enough. Disengaging to grab Red’s waist in a vice grip and slamming him down on his eager cock, skewering his opponent before he had time to react to it.
Red convulsed in shock and pleasure, mouth twisting into a masochistic grin despite himself and in full view of Blue. Watching his life long partner get taken by another man and enjoy every second of it, thighs already quivering as Tyrant wasted no time in firmly pulling Red’s forearms back and forcing him to arch his back while plowing into him. The necklace Red hadn’t taken off bounced along with his respectable pecs as he was violated by the reigning champion, soft moans growing louder and more frantic as he was used. Blue wanted to look away but he couldn’t, the way Red was being driven mad by the assault was simply too good to ignore, his unfocused eyes gazing off to some distant corner of the room and struggling to acknowledge Blue was even still there.
Tyrant shifted, releasing Red’s arms to pull him into more of a hug, pulling his back to rest on his chest, his head close enough that Tyrant could play with his ear and bite down on his neck, hard enough that he knew it would show and in full knowledge that most people would assume it was courtesy of Blue, but smug in the knowledge that the brothers would know it was his handiwork.
He moved one hand up to Red’s chin, firmly grasping it and tilting his head towards his own so he could whisper into his ear. “Once again, Red, your performance has impressed me. Allow me to reward you.”
Red struggled to focus on what Tyrant was saying, blinking and tensing up to try and process what he was being told. “P-Please…”
“Excellent.” He slowed his thrusts slightly to make it easier for the two of them to talk. “Once I've had my fill of you I’ll be taking your brother. You get to decide how, make it count.”
Red sucked in a breath and finally focused in on his partner, fidgeting more than ever, leaning forward in that chair he was stuck in and grinding his hips into nothing. Red thought for a minute, still struggling to focus on anything else while his guts were being rearranged, and settled on an answer: “Face down… and tied up.”
“Very well!” Tyrant smiled and sped back up, settling on a brutal pace as he chased his second victory of the night. Red was lost to the sensations once again, gasping for air like a fish out of water while his prostate was utterly brutalized. It wasn’t long before he was reaching his climax, muscles tensing while he came wordlessly over himself, the couch and the floor. Tyrant relished in the extra tightness and buried himself to the hilt, milking Red for all he was worth.
After letting Red come down from his high for a few moments, Tyrant lifted the man off of him, allowing the now boneless body more time to rest on an empty section of the couch. Wiping the sweat and stray hair from his brow, he turned to Blue to take in the sight of him. Every muscle in his body was tensed up, desperately begging for relief, jaw clenching and unclenching as he struggled to figure out if he should talk shit or beg to be touched. Rising from his seat once again, he walked over to Blue and circled him, Blue very aware of the fact the man was still fully erect. Tyrant leaned down behind him, slowly tracing a hand down his chest once again, appreciating the rapid beating of the Shetona’s heart while his other hand started to loosen the belt keeping him held down.
He settled his hand on the tent of Blue’s shorts and gave a firm squeeze, firm enough to make Blue’s toes curl from the pleasure of finally being touched. “Looks like someone’s excited.” he whispered directly into his fuzzy ear, the resulting chills almost overwhelming.
The second the belt was loosened Blue was on his feet like he was ready to pounce, but Tyrant was two steps ahead of him once again. Forcing his hands back behind his back and tying them together as requested, using the leverage to corral him to the opposite end of the sectional to Red, throwing him face down into the fabric. Blue put up a show of fighting it but once Tyrant was pulling his shorts down he was practically begging for it, biting into the couch in anticipation. Tyrant popped the bottle of lube once again with a flourish, pouring it directly onto his target without much fanfare, not bothering with the same level of preparation he opted to give his other quarry. A few quick thrusts with his fingers and he was already lining his rock hard cock up and thrusting in mercifully slowly.
“Ah-yes! Bro, yes!” Unlike Red, Blue was a screamer and he never shut up. Moans and shouts of ecstatic joy as Tyrant slowly buried his massive cock inside of his smaller frame, relishing in the burn that came from the haphazard prep, teetering on the edge of pain and pleasure but staying firmly on the side of pleasure.
Bracing one leg on the couch, Tyrant set out to dominate. One hand on Blue’s hip to keep him steady and the other one on his bound arms, keeping his face planted firmly on the couch. It wasn’t fair just how much control the man had over him, fucking into him like his own personal Shetona sex toy. Barely an adversary and more of a prize, he was certainly putting the “taking” in “winner takes all”.
Having recovered enough to sit up, Red leaned into the couch and enjoyed the show for a change. The way Blue’s back arched, how Tyrant’s muscles pulsed and flexed, the chorus of their shared breathing. If the Arcadion with unenhanced fighters ever went south they’d at least still have an entertainment career they’d be good at, he thinks.
Tyrant shifted slightly to better hammer his target and with the way Blue started writhing and begging it was clearly a critical hit. Total domination over his body, a proper punishment befitting a pest who thinks he has any right to usurp the king of the ring. Red gingerly made his way closer to get a better look and Tyrant didn’t react outside of a glance of acknowledgement, the whole show was coming to a close soon anyway. Blue was desperately clinging on for dear life, eyes rolling back and the feeling of climaxing imminent after a night of torment. Tyrant must’ve been feeling similar as he lifted the man by his bound arms, fucking into him with deep, measured thrusts like he was trying to carve out a warning to his very core. Red appreciated the new view.
Gently grabbing his face one more time, Red leaned in. “Blue, look at me.”
He managed enough conscious thought to grant his request.
“I love you, bro.” punctuated with a deep kiss, enough to send Blue careening right over the edge, Red drinking up the sounds of his orgasm.
Relishing in the tight squeeze, Tyrant slammed their hips flush together, reaching his own climax through gritted teeth and a self satisfied sigh, making sure not a single drop of seed left the warm hole he had just been abusing before he pulled out and undid the belt. The Xtremes barely acknowledged it, too busy continuing to make out, though at least Blue could use his hands now.
After collecting himself for a minute, Tyrant excused himself to the bathroom, which happened to be a mess of obnoxious sounding hygiene products befitting the duo, more garbage they hadn’t bothered to pick up and what was clearly a second well used bottle of lube in the shower rack where shampoo should be. By the time Tyrant had deemed himself sufficiently washed up and returned to the main room, the two of them had finished making out and were still recovering from their earlier activities, Blue now fully undressed and resting his head on Red’s lap as they flipped through TV stations.
“You leaving already, your highness?” Blue asked, sounding uninterested in the actual answer.
“I’m certainly not interested in taking a seat on that couch.” he bluntly responded while putting his trademark coat and gloves back on, keenly aware that Blue was continuing to lay on it with his own cum leaking onto the couch under him.
“No cuddling?” he mockingly asked in a fake cutesy voice. “You’re so cold, man. And you’ll miss out on all of Red’s cooking.” Red beamed with pride at that, though Tyrant wasn’t especially surprised Blue wasn’t the one who did the cooking.
After checking to make sure he hadn’t left anything around, Tyrant turned back to them one more time. “Despite my personal preferences, you both put your all into your performances tonight, both during the match… and after. I had an excellent time, but perhaps you could have it in your hearts to refrain from going near my car the next time.” It was his awkward, sincere way of making sure his fellow Arcadion fighters knew the score. They were obnoxious, annoying, irritating, and incomprehensible men who light the stage up with their antics, putting their all into their performances and Tyrant wouldn’t have it any other way. “I’ll be seeing you?”
Blue clicked his tongue favorably and shot him a thumbs up. “We’ll see you at work, dude.”
Red nodded. “Blue says when we figure out our next strategy we’ll definitely have you in between us afterwards, so we’re both looking forward to our next match up.”
Blue grit his teeth and looked at his partner in exasperated anger, while Tyrant just quietly chuckled to himself and made for the door.
“Ah, wait, some of that was supposed to be a secret…”
Right before the door closed behind him, Tyrant could make out the sound of a smack to the head.