Housebroken Petboys
Competition comes naturally to martial artists. When Casey is locked in a compound with five other fighters to train for the cage matches, tensions flare up and a bitter rivalry ensues. Ordered to duke it out in the cage, the loser will learn to swallow his pride and submit on all fours. Sweaty, aggressive, and burning with the shame of defeat, one of the Fight Dogs is going to become a BITCH.
Chapter 3 of the Fight Dogs series contains violence, bondage, domination, and red-hot sweaty jock-sex.
~~~~~ EXCERPT:
Maybe it's the drugs, or the constant rivalry, or the frustration of being pent-up in here like an animal for the past ten days. I'm snarling like a crazed beast and thrashing in their grip. Kenta lets go of me, then kneels on the bed and checks on Matheus. Without him Russ and Tyler have a tough time keeping me restrained.
There's no point to fighting anymore, but with the adrenaline rushing through me it's hard to stop. My ankles hook into table legs. My fingers snatch at doorframes. They really need a third guy to pry my hands loose and shift the furniture so I can't drag it with me, but eventually they haul me to the gym.
Mikey's a meek one, but he still knows what to do. The metal gate squeaks open, and Mikey holds it as Russ and Tyler drag me into the fighter's cage and toss me onto the canvas. I pant into the floor. The blood is still hot as it pumps in my veins, and I can feel the blood vessels throbbing beneath my scalp.
Tyler locks the gate as he chuckles, “Yo, man. Cool down for a lil'. You tryin' to kill him or something?”
I have to resist the urge to slam myself against the mesh. He's right. I really lost it there.
Kenta runs a hand through his hair as he comes in, sighing in relief. “Matheus is fine, but he's definitely out for blood now.”
Tyler shakes his head, “Sorry, Case. You'll have to spend the night here. Otherwise, y'know. The guy might try to get his revenge.”
“We... we might have to chain him up too,” Kenta says hesitantly, giving a nod to the kennels.
“Ha! Man he's gonna hate that. Guy seriously has a shitfit whenever he's cuffed.”
The screen on the wall flickers, and once again there's Damian's serene face for all of us to see. He looks so damn crisp and pretty in that suit. My blood's still boiling, and I mull over how much nicer he's look missing a few teeth. Much better.
“Ah! My, my, my. That was quite a performance. The sponsors that were watching are quite excited, and word is already spreading to others.”
“Hey sweet,” Tyler grins, “Looks like you're getting popular, Case.”
“Mmm. His value has tripled already, but I'm sure it'll die down a little once things settle in,” Damian's smile never falters, “Of course, as fun as this is we can't have our dogs killing each other. You boys will have to settle this in the ring. A good old-fashioned grudge match. The loser will be punished.”
I wince, suddenly feeling dirty. If I've got a grudge it's a private matter, and the idea of a bunch of viewers tuning in to watch roils my stomach.
“Casey and Matheus will rest up, and in twenty-four hours they'll meet in the ring in official capacity. I trust the result will settle matters. Tyler, you've been here the longest and you know the procedures. I'll entrust the details to you.”
“Got it.”
I probably shouldn't have been surprised that they kept bondage equipment handy. With my wrists shackled behind me all I could do was lie in the cage and wait. The guys moved some furniture aside and used the living room for sparring space for the rest of the day, and once in a while I could hear Matheus snarling from the kennels and rattling his chains. He seriously did not like being tied up.
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Chapter 3 of the Fight Dogs series contains violence, bondage, domination, and red-hot sweaty jock-sex.
~~~~~ EXCERPT:
Maybe it's the drugs, or the constant rivalry, or the frustration of being pent-up in here like an animal for the past ten days. I'm snarling like a crazed beast and thrashing in their grip. Kenta lets go of me, then kneels on the bed and checks on Matheus. Without him Russ and Tyler have a tough time keeping me restrained.
There's no point to fighting anymore, but with the adrenaline rushing through me it's hard to stop. My ankles hook into table legs. My fingers snatch at doorframes. They really need a third guy to pry my hands loose and shift the furniture so I can't drag it with me, but eventually they haul me to the gym.
Mikey's a meek one, but he still knows what to do. The metal gate squeaks open, and Mikey holds it as Russ and Tyler drag me into the fighter's cage and toss me onto the canvas. I pant into the floor. The blood is still hot as it pumps in my veins, and I can feel the blood vessels throbbing beneath my scalp.
Tyler locks the gate as he chuckles, “Yo, man. Cool down for a lil'. You tryin' to kill him or something?”
I have to resist the urge to slam myself against the mesh. He's right. I really lost it there.
Kenta runs a hand through his hair as he comes in, sighing in relief. “Matheus is fine, but he's definitely out for blood now.”
Tyler shakes his head, “Sorry, Case. You'll have to spend the night here. Otherwise, y'know. The guy might try to get his revenge.”
“We... we might have to chain him up too,” Kenta says hesitantly, giving a nod to the kennels.
“Ha! Man he's gonna hate that. Guy seriously has a shitfit whenever he's cuffed.”
The screen on the wall flickers, and once again there's Damian's serene face for all of us to see. He looks so damn crisp and pretty in that suit. My blood's still boiling, and I mull over how much nicer he's look missing a few teeth. Much better.
“Ah! My, my, my. That was quite a performance. The sponsors that were watching are quite excited, and word is already spreading to others.”
“Hey sweet,” Tyler grins, “Looks like you're getting popular, Case.”
“Mmm. His value has tripled already, but I'm sure it'll die down a little once things settle in,” Damian's smile never falters, “Of course, as fun as this is we can't have our dogs killing each other. You boys will have to settle this in the ring. A good old-fashioned grudge match. The loser will be punished.”
I wince, suddenly feeling dirty. If I've got a grudge it's a private matter, and the idea of a bunch of viewers tuning in to watch roils my stomach.
“Casey and Matheus will rest up, and in twenty-four hours they'll meet in the ring in official capacity. I trust the result will settle matters. Tyler, you've been here the longest and you know the procedures. I'll entrust the details to you.”
“Got it.”
I probably shouldn't have been surprised that they kept bondage equipment handy. With my wrists shackled behind me all I could do was lie in the cage and wait. The guys moved some furniture aside and used the living room for sparring space for the rest of the day, and once in a while I could hear Matheus snarling from the kennels and rattling his chains. He seriously did not like being tied up.
Housebroken Petboys
Competition comes naturally to martial artists. When Casey is locked in a compound with five other fighters to train for the cage matches, tensions flare up and a bitter rivalry ensues. Ordered to duke it out in the cage, the loser will learn to swallow his pride and submit on all fours. Sweaty, aggressive, and burning with the shame of defeat, one of the Fight Dogs is going to become a BITCH.
Chapter 3 of the Fight Dogs series contains violence, bondage, domination, and red-hot sweaty jock-sex.
~~~~~ EXCERPT:
Maybe it's the drugs, or the constant rivalry, or the frustration of being pent-up in here like an animal for the past ten days. I'm snarling like a crazed beast and thrashing in their grip. Kenta lets go of me, then kneels on the bed and checks on Matheus. Without him Russ and Tyler have a tough time keeping me restrained.
There's no point to fighting anymore, but with the adrenaline rushing through me it's hard to stop. My ankles hook into table legs. My fingers snatch at doorframes. They really need a third guy to pry my hands loose and shift the furniture so I can't drag it with me, but eventually they haul me to the gym.
Mikey's a meek one, but he still knows what to do. The metal gate squeaks open, and Mikey holds it as Russ and Tyler drag me into the fighter's cage and toss me onto the canvas. I pant into the floor. The blood is still hot as it pumps in my veins, and I can feel the blood vessels throbbing beneath my scalp.
Tyler locks the gate as he chuckles, “Yo, man. Cool down for a lil'. You tryin' to kill him or something?”
I have to resist the urge to slam myself against the mesh. He's right. I really lost it there.
Kenta runs a hand through his hair as he comes in, sighing in relief. “Matheus is fine, but he's definitely out for blood now.”
Tyler shakes his head, “Sorry, Case. You'll have to spend the night here. Otherwise, y'know. The guy might try to get his revenge.”
“We... we might have to chain him up too,” Kenta says hesitantly, giving a nod to the kennels.
“Ha! Man he's gonna hate that. Guy seriously has a shitfit whenever he's cuffed.”
The screen on the wall flickers, and once again there's Damian's serene face for all of us to see. He looks so damn crisp and pretty in that suit. My blood's still boiling, and I mull over how much nicer he's look missing a few teeth. Much better.
“Ah! My, my, my. That was quite a performance. The sponsors that were watching are quite excited, and word is already spreading to others.”
“Hey sweet,” Tyler grins, “Looks like you're getting popular, Case.”
“Mmm. His value has tripled already, but I'm sure it'll die down a little once things settle in,” Damian's smile never falters, “Of course, as fun as this is we can't have our dogs killing each other. You boys will have to settle this in the ring. A good old-fashioned grudge match. The loser will be punished.”
I wince, suddenly feeling dirty. If I've got a grudge it's a private matter, and the idea of a bunch of viewers tuning in to watch roils my stomach.
“Casey and Matheus will rest up, and in twenty-four hours they'll meet in the ring in official capacity. I trust the result will settle matters. Tyler, you've been here the longest and you know the procedures. I'll entrust the details to you.”
“Got it.”
I probably shouldn't have been surprised that they kept bondage equipment handy. With my wrists shackled behind me all I could do was lie in the cage and wait. The guys moved some furniture aside and used the living room for sparring space for the rest of the day, and once in a while I could hear Matheus snarling from the kennels and rattling his chains. He seriously did not like being tied up.
Chapter 3 of the Fight Dogs series contains violence, bondage, domination, and red-hot sweaty jock-sex.
~~~~~ EXCERPT:
Maybe it's the drugs, or the constant rivalry, or the frustration of being pent-up in here like an animal for the past ten days. I'm snarling like a crazed beast and thrashing in their grip. Kenta lets go of me, then kneels on the bed and checks on Matheus. Without him Russ and Tyler have a tough time keeping me restrained.
There's no point to fighting anymore, but with the adrenaline rushing through me it's hard to stop. My ankles hook into table legs. My fingers snatch at doorframes. They really need a third guy to pry my hands loose and shift the furniture so I can't drag it with me, but eventually they haul me to the gym.
Mikey's a meek one, but he still knows what to do. The metal gate squeaks open, and Mikey holds it as Russ and Tyler drag me into the fighter's cage and toss me onto the canvas. I pant into the floor. The blood is still hot as it pumps in my veins, and I can feel the blood vessels throbbing beneath my scalp.
Tyler locks the gate as he chuckles, “Yo, man. Cool down for a lil'. You tryin' to kill him or something?”
I have to resist the urge to slam myself against the mesh. He's right. I really lost it there.
Kenta runs a hand through his hair as he comes in, sighing in relief. “Matheus is fine, but he's definitely out for blood now.”
Tyler shakes his head, “Sorry, Case. You'll have to spend the night here. Otherwise, y'know. The guy might try to get his revenge.”
“We... we might have to chain him up too,” Kenta says hesitantly, giving a nod to the kennels.
“Ha! Man he's gonna hate that. Guy seriously has a shitfit whenever he's cuffed.”
The screen on the wall flickers, and once again there's Damian's serene face for all of us to see. He looks so damn crisp and pretty in that suit. My blood's still boiling, and I mull over how much nicer he's look missing a few teeth. Much better.
“Ah! My, my, my. That was quite a performance. The sponsors that were watching are quite excited, and word is already spreading to others.”
“Hey sweet,” Tyler grins, “Looks like you're getting popular, Case.”
“Mmm. His value has tripled already, but I'm sure it'll die down a little once things settle in,” Damian's smile never falters, “Of course, as fun as this is we can't have our dogs killing each other. You boys will have to settle this in the ring. A good old-fashioned grudge match. The loser will be punished.”
I wince, suddenly feeling dirty. If I've got a grudge it's a private matter, and the idea of a bunch of viewers tuning in to watch roils my stomach.
“Casey and Matheus will rest up, and in twenty-four hours they'll meet in the ring in official capacity. I trust the result will settle matters. Tyler, you've been here the longest and you know the procedures. I'll entrust the details to you.”
“Got it.”
I probably shouldn't have been surprised that they kept bondage equipment handy. With my wrists shackled behind me all I could do was lie in the cage and wait. The guys moved some furniture aside and used the living room for sparring space for the rest of the day, and once in a while I could hear Matheus snarling from the kennels and rattling his chains. He seriously did not like being tied up.
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| BN ID: | 2940014389464 |
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| Publisher: | Abbey Kypner |
| Publication date: | 05/24/2012 |
| Series: | Fight Dogs , #3 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 85 KB |
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