Linhart knew that many events over the coming weeks would be out of his control. He was just one freshman and there were so many students and staff, too many to influence. However, the outcome of this fight with Drystan was completely within his power,and letting Drystan win may keep him alive over the weeks to come. Even if nothing else changed for the better in this time loop, he would save Drystan, and himself as well, from his terrible fate.
As they squared off to fight, Linhart recalled the course of events that had led to his friend’s death.
After beating Drystan up in the ring on that very first day, his friend had accused him of stealing his opportunity to impress the Stratega. He never did form a connection to Xenia. Now was the best time for them to make a connection. He wasn’t sure if this would be enough to protect his friend from future dangers, but it was worth a try. Linhart would allow Drystan to win this fight.
Xenia shouted out the word, “Fight!”
Linhart looked across at his opponent. The taller boy was holding his hands up warily, “I don’t want to hurt you, but this is something I have to do.”
“Of course. I’m going to fight my best too, so don’t hold back,” Linhart lied.
As if to prove his intentions, Linhart closed the distance suddenly, and tied up Drystan in a tight clinch. He had to make this look convincing, otherwise Xenia wouldn’t believe that Drystan had won fairly.
Linhart poured on the pressure, pressing Drystan’s shoulder down, controlling his posture, and slipping in some light body shots and short punches that looked sharp but lacked full force. Drystan struggled just to stay upright.
When the time was right, Linhart misstepped, apparently failing at an attempt to trip and Drystan stumbled on top of him, resulting in a messy takedown. Xenia was there in an instant, her hands reaching between them to check the hold. Their clothing was already in disarray and Linhart’s bare stomach was exposed. He was startled to feel her fingertips brush over his stomach muscles. This woman liked to watch boys fight, but she loved to participate even more.
On the ground, Linhart taunted Drystan with a few awkward punches. He controlled the distance, keeping enough space between them, for his opponent to make a move. Why wasn’t Drystan taking advantage of the opening? Linhart was practically inviting him to trap his arms or his neck, but the tall boy seemed intent on pushing him down and holding him prone to the ground.
From bottom position, Linhart was able to sweep his opponent’s grasp away briefly, and threatened him with a quick choke before deliberately releasing it. He remained on the bottom, and he could see that Drystan felt like he was gaining ground, though he was wasting all his energy throwing ineffective punches and struggling to maintain balance.
Xenia was now crouched to the side of the action. Her eyes were locked on him from her position and her eyes seemed to be narrowing suspiciously. Shit! Could she tell that he was trying to lose the fight? He had to make some progress fast!
Pressing hard now, Linhart scrambled to push Drystan off of him, wrapping his leg over top to give him greater control and to force Drystan into starting a hold. Drystan didn’t take the opportunity. Instead, he threw a few heavier punches from top position, splitting Linhart’s lip, but his strikes were growing slower and less accurate as he showed signs of exhaustion.
“First blood has been drawn!” Xenia declared. Her fingers reached out and caressed Linhart’s jaw, as if she were taking blood as evidence. She was so close to him that Linhart could smell the musky aroma of her excitement coming off her body. He knew she was seriously turned on by the two of them going at it.
Xenia’s other hand crept in and seized Linhart’s hip, stopping him from climbing on top or rolling away, effectively immobilizing him. Finally, Drystan was able to spin around behind him and wrap his arm around Linhart’s neck, just as they’d seen the senior girls doing a few minutes earlier. Now, it was just up to him to apply a bit of pressure so that Linhart could fake losing consciousness.
Linhart, now on top and being choked from behind, felt the arm tighten around him and had to will himself not to break the hold. He reached out in the struggle, his right hand faltering in a fake spasm landed on Xenia’s waist. Her hard lean muscle flexed under his fingers, sending a thrill up his spine, so he grabbed her and held on.
To Linhart’s horror, Xenia took matters into her own hands now. Her sexy midriff slid closer and her hands pressed against Drystan’s arm, which was wrapped around his neck. She spoke in a low menacing tone, “Tighten your grip like this. You're trying to cut off the flow of blood to the head.”
Linhart felt the shift immediately. It was like Xenia’s hand was choking him now, the strength of her grip shifted him into survival mode. This was no longer acting like he was going to pass out. A feeling of ecstasy rose up through his body, as his head became lighter. His left hand was prying at her iron grip, his right hand floundered across her washboard abs and down below her waistline, to the spot where her heat was radiating through her pants. He patted her there hard. Tapping out or trying to please her? She ignored his efforts.
She spoke with ruthlessness he’d never heard from her before. “Hold him tighter. Don’t relax your grip until you’re certain he has passed out.” The brutality of her words and actions confused him, but also… they brought his dick surging to life. His last worry before his consciousness faded was that she was bringing him close to orgasming in front of this crowd of Fighters. How embarrassing would that be?
* * * * * * * * *
When he awoke again, Linhart knew that time had passed. He found himself lying on his back on a firm, white-sheeted bed, the room spinning and his head aching as his consciousness returned to him. He was cold and naked. His penis cold and shriveled from the chill of the room and the shock he had just endured. He sat up and noted the air smell of Healer’s balm and lamp oil. There were animal-like sounds that were echoing off the walls around him. Flesh slapping against flesh, with gasping breath and rasping voices sharing what should have been a private conversation.
It was the sound of sex.
“Ahhhnn! Slow down. You’re too tight,” a boy’s voice whined in a low octave, “just stop for a minute… let me breathe.”
“Hold on, little flower…” a sultry voice responded, “That pain-seeker over there is just waking up. We can’t break quite yet. Let’s move the action over there.”
Turning his head to the side, Linhart was shocked to see the two sweaty bodies entangled with each other. Xenia and Drystan were locked together, caught in the act of making love. The sight of their private parts moving against each other with urgency drove Linhart into a jealous panic, his sanity flickering for a second, like a candle threatening to blow out.
Xenia was gloriously naked, her melon-sized boobs hung like fruit over his slender torso, and her legs, which were spread over his pale, naked crotch, looked like they were sculpted from bronze. His chest was pumping like a racehorse, as though he’d run a marathon, and his short hair was matted to his sweaty brow. Her eyes, looking over at him, were alive with the flame of desire.
“Please…” he heaved a sigh, “I just need to rest. You don’t have to use Linhart.”
“I’m not going to hurt him,” she said with authority, “...Unless he wants to be hurt.”
Xenia rose up off of Drystan, a sight which drew Linhart’s gaze and captivated his mind. Her pussy was like a fleshy vice, loosening its grip around his piston. Seeing Drystan’s hardened penis pop out of her, Linhart tried to remember why he let Drystan win the wrestling match. No matter what goodwill and safety he had won for his old friend, the cost seemed too high now. He had lost the interest of this enchanting sex goddess, Xenia. She only had eyes for the winner of the match.
“After we start, you’ll understand. He enjoys being hurt…” she spoke flatly, the lack of passion in her voice surprising him. Then, she added, in charming tones, “Come over here, my little Drystie, and I’ll give you a lesson in submissions.”
Linhart cringed. Since when did she use weird nicknames like ‘Drystie’? Was she acting cute for him? She seemed like a different woman than the one who had sucked him off in the previous loop. And what did she mean when she said that he enjoyed getting hurt? He didn’t have long to imagine, as her fingers wrapped around his throat and squeezed tight. Her mouth landed aggressively on his and her tongue pushed its way into his mouth. She tasted fantastic, and her heat and raw feminine energy were like a fire starting in his mouth. But he pushed back against the violence of her lips and hands, fighting her off with both hands. She broke off the kiss when he jerked his head away.
“Hey!” Linhart cried out, looking her in the eye. “I don’t like being choked! Can’t you just treat me romantically like you do for Drystan?”
She responded by smacking him soundly on his bare chest. “Don’t deny it, I know your deep desire,” she drawled with her eyes looking up and down his body, hooded in pleasure. “You see Drystie, he grows harder with every painful stimulation. I’ll show you how to hurt him in good ways… To make him feel even better.”
Drystan, still lying on his back, summoned all his energy in order to stand and approach them. His chest heaved and his naked body gleamed pale in the lamplight. Xenia gently took his hands and guided him to Linhart’s neck.
“I saw it in the way he was fighting you in the ring. This boy wants nothing more than to be conquered.”
“No, that’s not true,” Linhart exclaimed. “I was letting you win, so that you could bond with Xenia!”
Drystan’s face took on a look of contempt. His fingers closed around Linhart’s neck, and he spoke when he spoke next there was seriousness in his voice. “You’ve never beaten me in a fight our entire lives, stop pretending like you have.” Then Linhart saw something that made him realize how far this new timeline had gone sideways… it was too different from the events of their previous timeline.
There, on the left arm of Drystan, was the special brand of ID bracer that Xenia gave to only her favorite students. She had bonded with Drystan already, and thus declared her new favorite freshman.
Now, Drystan’s eyes lit up with a touch of sadistic glee. Linhart remembered what it felt like to feel the needs, thrills, and lust of Xenia flowing through him. He imagined Drystan was going through that now too. He did as the Stratega instructed, pressing his fingers into the carotid artery and trachea. His grip felt unsure at first, but with Xenia’s guidance they pressed down tight in the exact position, and Linhart felt a terror and pain creep over him. He was going to pass out.
Linhart fought back, but Xenia assisted, handling him like a child throwing a tantrum, holding his hands firmly in place, she scolded him. Her other hand stroked his erection, which was now fully hardened and pointing straight up, a trickle of precum leaked out over her thumb.
“My god, why is he so freakishly big?” Drystan asked, astonishment showing on his face. “No wonder he’s always having trouble with his pants…”
Xenia was so focused on caressing the tip of his dick that it took her a second to respond, “Huh? Oh, yeah… this boy’s dick is much too big.” She paused thoughtfully, “I wonder if it would even fit in my pussy?”
Drystan released the pressure on Linhart’s neck, who was finally able to draw a ragged breath in. He commented that he knew nothing about pussies, but that if anyone could fuck a dick that big, she could do it. The conversation was awkward and heartwarming for the two. Drystan was way too prudish to appreciate Xenia’s kinks, but he was rolling with it for now, under the guise of respecting his Stratega.
Linhart, teetering on the edge of ejaculation and being sent into heart distress, was being tortured by the delicate intimacy that was building between the three of them.
It culminated in a matter of minutes, as Xenia’s gorgeous muff lowered down onto his crotch, slowly wrapping around the girth of his wiener. She moaned in victory, as Drystan congratulated her on doing the impossible, the two of them shared a lovers’ kiss. Linhart, was fuming angry. He was being treated like a dildo. Nothing but a hard rod of flesh, to be milked by Xenia’s warm walls. He needed to get a reaction from her.
Shoving his hips up against her crotch, he began knocking against the depths of her womb. Her walls and tunnel squeezed ever tighter and Linhart could feel her body reaching towards a climax. He would make her cum, crying out his name.
Her huge breasts were swinging in time with the rhythm of her hips. His hands grabbed handfuls of her plump orbs, pulling and twisting on her nipples, sending her into a vibrating mess, as she exploded, flooding him with her juices. However, Xenia was incorrigible. Completely ignoring him, she locked Drystan in a deep kiss and jackhammered through her orgasm without even looking at Linhart. He felt used, as his own climax hit, she groaned into Drystan’s mouth. His cum spurted up into her, and he watched as her eyes rolled back into her head, lost in her own enjoyment of the moment.
Hours passed and Xenia had thoroughly used the bodies of both the boys. She flirted with Drystan and punished Linhart, despite his pleas that she be kind. Xenia seemed to enjoy trying to stuff Linhart’s “monster cock” inside her. Drystan called it sick, but she called it a worthy challenge. At one point, Linhart tried to sneak off to play with Maeve and Ami, but Xenia pulled him back in, saying, “Stay away from those senior girls. They’ll hurt you in a ways you won’t appreciate.”
“For the last time, I am not a pain-seeker!”
Eventually, as the daylight was beginning to fade outside, she had to let them go. “You’ve got to go register for your Fighter courses. Here is a note for each of you. Give this to the Commander and she will excuse you for being late to the Last Meal. I’ll see you again in class tomorrow.”
Linhart left the Fighter complex feeling sexually satisfied, yet confused. The last few hours had passed as though he were a side character in Drystan’s story.
“This sucks…” he muttered, as he and Drystan were walking out of the Circled Square. “Xenia treated me like trash there, and it's all because I let you win our wrestling match.”
“You bitch,” Drystan exclaimed, slapping him on top of the head. “You don’t get to call her by her first name. It’s Stratega Xenia! And I won that match fair and square. You’re just being a poor loser.”
“Well, I did not appreciate you choking me…” he countered, “No matter what Stratega Xenia says, I am not a pain-seeker.”
Drystan paused, his words were reluctant but they sounded genuine, “I’m sorry about that. It was impossible for me to deny her when she got going… by the gods, Linhart! How am I going to satisfy her?”
Linhart could hear the doubt entering Drystan’s voice, and for the first time in this loop, he felt pity for him.
“She really is a nympho, isn’t she…” Linhart responded sympathetically. “You’re going to have to fuck her every day, if you’re serious about using her to power-level.” he paused and added, “I can help… but you have to promise not to choke me anymore!”
The two friends came to that agreement, to help each other with Xenia, and not to let any other girls come between them. Hurrying on their way, the boys walked like two men. Men who had been exhaustively railed, and now were badly in need of a rest and something to eat.
And so they rushed to the Last Meal.
