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Noah panted, sweat was dripping from his brow. He leapt back, the other man’s fist whizzing by his ear. He took the opportunity and swung, his fist catching the back of his head and sending him to the ground.
Without hesitation he landed a kick into his ribs, he pulled back to take another swing. The man narrowly rolled out of the way, Noah jumped out of the way as the man tried to sweep him off his feet. The fight was far from professional, scrappy. Just trying to stay alive. Blood pumped in his ears. It seemed to quiet the noise around him.
The shouts, cheers, heckling. It all faded to white noise as he listened to his heartbeat.
He licked the sweat off his upper lip.
Just stay alive.
Noah watched the other man rise to his feet, he could see him glancing to the audience above them. When he met his eyes he saw fear.
If he were a different person he would surrender right there, give himself up. The man he was fighting was a kid, probably only eighteen. He was scared and weak, he wasn’t cut out for this. If he were a different person he would drop his fists and let the kid take a swing at him; drop to his knees and let himself lose.
But Noah wasn’t that person. He stepped forward and swung, his knuckles met the man’s face with enough force to drop him to the floor. Blood sprayed from his lips and Noah was sure he’d knocked at least one tooth loose.
He kept a foot on the man’s back as the giants around them counted down.
The kid barely fought him, only a weak squirm before falling still. Based on the way his shoulders shook Noah knew he was crying.
“-Three! Two! One!” The giants above them erupted in cheers. Noah stepped off of his back as the men celebrated, finally able to breathe. He felt the droplets of beer splatter around him as the rowdy men slammed their hands on the table above him.
The ring was a converted poker table, the velveteen replaced with vinyl covered ply-wood. It was in the center of a high-profile bar. Where men would drink, place bets, and watch tiny fights.
Noah realized his brow had split open, he blinked blood from his eye and wiped his hand over the wound. A massive hand curled around his body and hoisted him into the air. His owner pressed a wet kiss to the side of his face. He was an old, fat, pervert who bought him after watching Noah win his very first match.
“He doesn’t lose! I’m tellin’ ya!” The man cackled, letting a puff of cigar smoke wash over him.
Noah glanced down at the ring, watching the bartender pluck the loser off the ground. He didn’t fight it. He watched the tiny get dropped into a glass, Macallan was poured over him, causing the man to sputter and swim as it filled the glass.
The men around the table stopped their cheering to watch a man, a bidder, grab the glass.
Noah wished he could avert his eyes. But he had done this, he sent that kid to his fate. He couldn’t look away now.
His stomach turned as the man tossed the shot back, the tiny loser disappearing into his mouth. Noah saw his adam’s apple bob and he turned to the crowd, opening his mouth wide to show that he’d been swallowed.
Earsplitting cheers exploded around him.
Noah’s attention snapped back to his owner as a rag ran over his face and down his chest. “Two more matches, don’t fuck me over.” The man hissed, his breath washed over him. It reeked of cigars and whiskey.
He was roughly dropped into the ring. He took a few deep breaths, he shook out his shoulders and rubbed his hands down his face. “Okay, okay…” He breathed to himself. “Just two more…” He slapped his back and shook his head, trying to get himself in the game.
Noah watched the next man get dumped into the ring. He’d seen him before. He was a good fighter, he knew that. The men around them knew that. They wanted a good fight. He could feel the anticipation in the air.
They both stepped up, circling each other silently. The other man swung first, Noah ducked and landed a jab directly below his ribs. He gasped as the man’s knee came up and collided with his chin.
Noah fell back with a gasp, his head spun. He leapt to his feet before the man could pounce on him. He stepped back to pull himself together; he spat the blood from his mouth and shook the pain off the best he could.
The other man ran at him with a ferocity he hadn’t been expecting. He had to have been juicing, there was no way. He wondered what kind of drugs the men had given him. He had this crazed look in his bloodshot eyes. There was no fear there, he came to win.
Noah swung hard and attempted to keep up with his pace. He worried his exhaustion was showing. He had been a fighter for nearly a year, he had lasted much longer than most. He was a good fighter, but he was getting weak. Growing tired of the ring. He knew he didn’t have much time left.
He wished he could quiet his brain as he blocked the rapidfire punches from the other man. He raised his arm to cover his face, but crumbled as the man kicked him hard in his side. “Fuck!” He cried.
He was slammed to the ground and the man pinned him down, knees on his wrists. Noah squeezed his eyes shut as the man began delivering punch after punch. He wasn’t slowing down although it was clear that Noah was not going to be able to get up after this.
The crowd around them pulsated with energy: cries and shouts. Finally after one finishing punch that left his head spinning the other man was lifted off of him.
Noah panted and his head lolled to the side, his nose was surely broken. Blood dripped from his mouth, his nose, his lip. He looked to his owner who wore a mean scowl. “Fuckin’ piece of shit, maggot.” He spat. “Knew he wouldn’t last.”
He was lifted out of the ring by the bartender, his ribs ached, hell his whole body ached. He winced. He was dropped onto a small table; a bright light illuminated him from above. He pushed himself up and grit his teeth. He did his best not to look scared, he knew it’s what the giants wanted from him.
“Bidding starts at $300!” The auctioneer yelled above him.
Noah lifted his head, wiping the blood from his mouth as he looked out at the crowd of giants. One man in the front was feverishly jerking off, he licked his lips as Noah met his eyes.
He looked past him. Monsters, all of them.
At least it will be over, no more fighting, no more giants. Just quiet… The nothingness of death had been calling him for months now.
Noah dissociated, his gaze lingering above the heads of the men as the numbers went up, finally reaching $600.
“$600! Going once! Going-”
“$650!” This voice was new, Noah glanced at the crowd, eyes landing on an older man in the back, his hand high. He didn’t recognize him, he surely wasn’t a regular.
A few murmurs. “$700!” The prior bidder countered, shooting a glare at the other man. This one Noah knew, he has a specialty seat beside the ring. He took pleasure in buying the loser. Sucking on them during the next match, jerking himself off as he battered them in his mouth before swallowing them down as he came. He remembered hearing his grunts as he jacked off during their fights.
“$800.” The other man countered.
The other bidder was scowling and silent. “$800… Going once… Going twice… Sold!” The auctioneer scooped Noah up and handed him off to the bartender.
Noah winched as he was dumped into a chilled glass; larger than a shot glass so he wouldn’t be able to climb out. His hands slid down the side of the frosted glass. “F-Fuck.” He whispered to himself. He leaned back, his head pressing to the glass. He forced himself to breathe, his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.
“Is whiskey okay? We keep top of the line for our buyers.” The bartender told the bidder.
Noah barely registered the man’s response before the liquor was poured over his head. He sputtered and choked as he was waterboarded by the whiskey. He twisted his head to the side, his eyes stung, his wounds burned, and the smell was overpowering.
He choked and quickly blinked his eyes clear of liquor. He didn’t have any time to gather his bearings before the glass was lifted off the counter.
His head was dunked into the whiskey as the glass was raised. He could hear the men in the bar cheering.
Noah watched in horror as the glass was brought to the man’s lips, slowly tilting Noah forward. He’d imagined this scenario in his head millions of times in an attempt to prepare for it. But this… This was unimaginable. Noah fell back and tried to push himself away from the mouth that began to drain the glass.
“F-Fuck…” He whimpered, his voice reverberated around him. He sounded so helpless. So small. He winced as the glass was tipped higher and higher.
His hands and feet kept slipping, he knew he was prolonging his fate. A sob hiccuped out of him. He let out a cry as he slid down, helplessly pawing at the slick glass. He dropped straight into the man’s mouth.
The first thing he registered was the heat.
This unbelievable, sticky, humid warmth all around him. Within seconds he was drenched in saliva, head to toe. He choked on a sob as the teeth clicked shut in front of him. The tongue was pillowy and uneven; he sank into it as he tried to get to his hands and knees. He could feel the massive appendage exploring his body, the taste buds trailing along his abdomen, his neck and his face; drinking the salt and blood off of him. It was all encompassing.
He sobbed and prayed for it to be over. He was terrified, he knew the worst was yet to come, the acid… The digestion… He prayed it would be quick, but deep down he knew it wouldn’t be. Outside of the man’s mouth he could hear the muffled cheering. These men celebrated his loss, and chanted for his fate.
He squeezed his eyes shut, gasping as the tongue crushed him against the rigged roof of his mouth. He gasped at sudden suction, the already limited space seeming to squeeze him even tighter. All of the saliva and whiskey around him was swallowed down his massive throat… But he still remained.
He let out a cry as the tongue pulled away, dropping him to the floor of his mouth. It squished around him, he tried to scream but only got a mouthful of the man’s saliva. The giant’s tongue came down over him, tucking him into the plush flesh under his tongue.
Noah heard the man’s mouth open, a loud “Ahhh!” reverberated around him. He winced and clapped his hands over his ears. Then came the cheers. For a moment Noah sat paralyzed, horrified.
The mouth clicked shut once more. He had just pretended to swallow him.
Tears melted with saliva as Noah realized he wasn’t yet done. Exhaustion and pain took over and he passed out under the man’s tongue.