Daryl wipes his face with his towel as he sits within the changing room of his downtown boxing gym, having won yet another boxing match without much effort. Everyone was telling him to go pro, but he didn't want to spend all his time hanging around sweaty men all his life, so he never took the sport seriously.
At over six feet tall and built like a bear, he looked like an absolute monster and could snap most people in half like twigs, yet his physique was mostly just genetics and not the result of hard training or steroids. Because of this, he never really took competitive fighting seriously; as if he did, nobody would be able to defeat him. Not unless he joined championships and the like, but he preferred just acting as security for rich assholes, getting paid in spades, and hanging out at strip clubs.
But on this uneventful day, when he had gone down to meet a friend to have a nice spare, which he obviously won quite easily, something truly surprising happened to Daryl.
The empty changing room suddenly lit up as some sort of runic circle formed beneath him, making him jump up in surprise, but before he could call out or understand what was happening, the world dropped out from beneath him, and he began falling; only gravity wasn't pulling him down.
It reminded him of being inside a dream where you're falling but can tell you're not actually moving, like your entire being is weightless but can also defy gravity, as the world seemed to melt and shift around him. This lasted for only a second before he suddenly fell onto solid ground, collapsing onto his butt and looking around in a daze.
Somehow, he suddenly found himself sitting in some sort of stone room with bars on one side that made it look like a prison cell. But before he could react, a man wearing a wooden mask stepped forward and attached some sort of black collar around his neck. Confused, he looked at the masked figure as he walked out of the room, Daryl grasping the collar and trying to pull it off, but to no avail.
It felt completely weightless to the point that it almost didn't feel like anything was on his neck, yet as he tried to pull it off, it felt like it was made of steel.
Only now was Daryl's mind finally catching up with the situation, and he realized that something very strange was happening. That only worsened when a man with black antlers and red skin entered the cell, his eyes a deep yellow color as he stared at Daryl.
"Welcome, traveler, you have been chosen as a gladiator in the cosmic games. Come, we don't have much time. I am your handler, by the way, you may call me Red."
Daryl was utterly bewildered but felt like he shouldn't disobey this being or he might be in even worse trouble than he already was.
"Where am I and what's going on?" He asked the being called Red as he followed him out of the stone room and into a hallway that seemed to be underground, as the walls were carved from rock.
"Usually, we would have more time to chat, but you are a replacement gladiator as the one who was supposed to be here had an accident. Either way, you are a fighter from a distant world like everyone else here, and you're here to compete in the great games. Come, let me show you. The next match is about to start." Red said, bringing Daryl the the end of the long hallway was a large metal door with bars in the center to allow people to see into the arena beyond.
Daryl stepped forward and looked through the bars at the room-style arena before him, the sound of cheers echoing all around as a commentator spoke excitedly as he counted down until the fight began.
But to Daryl's surprise, it wasn't muscled people standing inside a painted white circle on the ground, but a miniature man with a small yet dense beard facing a beautiful woman with orange hair and two small brown horns that arched in a semicircle on her head.
"Let the match begin." Shouted the commentator, and both fighters moved.
None of them held any weapons, but instead they seemed to be grabbing and pushing each other, trying to trip the other person up or get them to step out of the circle.
It seemed this wrestling was a popular sport for all beings of the universe.
At first, it looked like the dwarf could be easily thrown out and lose, but his smaller frame wasn't as light as one might expect; his body dense with muscle and hidden power, as his short stature actually helped him stay anchored on the ground as he tackled the orange-haired woman's legs, his height only reaching up to her stomach.
After a few minutes, the dwarf was able to keep her on the ground for ten seconds, and the commentator announced his victory after loudly counting down the seconds, the crowd cheering wildly as he did.
Daryl, too, was clapping along as he had become invested in the fight, the result of the match not having been evident due to the unique individuals involved, but he was confused when the crowd started chanting "Fuck her, Fuck her." He first thought they were just being mean, but soon the commentator also spoke up.
"For the victor, the spoils. The ten-minute timer for the victory celebration has now begun."
And just like that, the dwarf's pants came down, and a surprisingly large penis was revealed. The thing looked nearly as long as his arm as he moved over to the orange-haired woman lying flat on her stomach and stood in front of her face with his erect penis touching her face.
Daryl was shocked as the crowd began laughing and cheering even more, the dwarf inserting his thick penis into the unmoving woman's mouth and beginning to piston back and forth while grabbing her rounded horns and using them like handles to insert himself deeper into her mouth.
Somehow, the sound of his dick drilling her shocked face was being amplified, and Daryl could hear her gag and shock at the fat cock, her breathing becoming ragged as her mouth was ravaged by the small man.
"This is a domination match; the winner can do with the loser as they please," Red added from behind, clearly enjoying seeing his confused reaction.
But despite being slightly horrified at the world he had been summoned to, Daryl had to admit that it was kind of hot to see that chick take such a large dick after losing the match, the dwarf finally letting go of her horns as saliva covered her face and she coughed and spluttered, not having managed to take his girthy dick down her throat. The muscled dwarf moving behind her and pulling her pants down, revealing her pale and plump butt to the crowd, a large projected screen above the arena showing the ginger freckles covering her lower back with pristine detail. Along with the glistening wetness of her crotch.
Without hesitation, the dwarf began inserting his penis into her pussy raw, pumping rapidly as the woman moaned and her legs shook. Despite being of small stature, the dwarf was ramming her pussy with all his might, and the crowd was loving it.
After a few minutes of this, the dwarf fucking her in various positions before deciding on an ass up face down pose as he pushed himself balls deep into her and making her scream as he unloaded everything into her, his dick pulsing for several moments before it retracted from her hole with a plop and a stream of thick white cum came flooding out of her and she leant over in exhaustion, panting heavily with a visible bulge in her stomach from all the cum that had been pumped into her.
At this point, Daryl had a full erection and wished Red wasn't here so he could masturbate. Seeming to sense this, the red figure chuckled in its deep voice before speaking.
"Don't worry, do well in your own match and you can enjoy yourself also."
With that, he heard the announcer speak once more and was shocked to hear his name being announced. It looked like he was up next.