Brick continues his training after dealing with me, and spends the next hour lifting weights while the others take turns in the ring.
As for me, all I can say is that the experience was absolutely awful, worse than anything I went through before in this team. I spent the last hour trapped in his sweaty armpit, and it only got hotter and sweatier. The smell was indescribably bad earlier but after an hour I was on the verge of passing out.
Brick finishes his workout and is getting up now. I think he's heading to the locker room now. I start to hear other voices so I'm sure I'm right. Before long I'm finally given some light as he lifts his arms to air his pungent pits.
"Oh right, I forgot the little runt was here," the giant wrestler says. "How did you enhoy that little fag? Jack off much?"
I'm incensed at the idea I could possibly enjoy this hell. I want to scream and yell at him and this shitty situation but I know I'd be signing my own death warrant. I just stay silent, wondering how this could get any worse and what else this asshole had in store for me.
"Hmm, i don't think you've spent enough quality time with my pits, so I think you'll be soending the rest of the day in them. But if you're lucky l might let you sleep in my ass tonight."
I know that staying silent is the best thing to do but I can't hold it in anymore. "LEMME GO ASSHOLE! THIS ISN'T RIGHT, YOU MONSTER!"
The moment I said it I knew I fucked up. The locker room was silent for a few seconds then Brick started soeaking, in a low voice that sent shivers of fear down my spine. "Did you hear that boys? The runt thinks it can talk back to a superior being like one of us. I think it needs to apologise." A chorus of agreement goes around. "I think that if you don't want to be crushed to death runt you better start licking in there, and font you sare stop!"
As the other jocks laugh at my predicament, I helplessly lower my head into his pit and start licking, savouring the light as he lowers his arm and leaves me in darkness. His sweat tastes as bad as it smells; a salty liquid that makes me want to wretch. I keep licking until he finally decides to let me stop, a few hours later.
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