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With one clean punch, Toby connected with Nick's jaw. The crowd roared as the impact echoed through the room. Nick fought to maintain consciousness as his head spun, a sharp pain blooming in his jaw.
The room seemed to darken, and the crowd watched intently as Nick crashed to the floor. Toby cheered, bouncing around the ring. "Come on!!" He crouched down next to Nick and announced to the room, "These people paid for a show. If we can't give them a good fight, let's at least give them some souvenirs."
Toby walked toward Nick's feet and reached down, lifting one foot by the heel. "Who wants something to remember tonight by?" A cheer rolled across the room as Toby slowly removed Nick's Panda Dunk from his foot, taking the opportunity to breathe in deep, savoring the musky scent. "First prize of the night goes to..." He scanned the room, stopping on the audience to the east. "You!" He tossed the Dunk into the crowd and watched as onlookers fought to claim the shoe.
Toby dropped the leg and lifted the other, removing the last Dunk from Nick's unconscious body before pulling out the laces. "Our next prize will be a little incomplete," he proclaimed as he tossed it to the north of the ring, "but trust me when I say these laces will be put to better use soon." He let the leg fall to the floor with a thud.
Toby walked back to Nick's head and squatted above him. "What do we think? Who's interested in a limited-edition Sapnap jersey?" He lifted Nick's body by the shoulders, sitting him upright, and slowly raised the shirt from the hem. As he did, Nick's soft abs and slight muffin top spilled out, drawing a sea of phones pointed at the ring. The shirt rose higher, and a rolling "oooh" came from the crowd as they cheered Toby on.
As the shirt approached Nick's pecs, Toby took the opportunity to brush both hands across Nick's protruding nipples, evoking a jerk from his unconscious body. Nick's meaty chest spilled free of the shirt, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Toby dropped the weight of Nick's body, using the downward force to swiftly slip the shirt free of his arms and head. With a few spins around his head, he let the shirt loose into the crowd, sparking another frantic race to claim the prize.
"Only a few trophies left, viewers. If our sleeping princess doesn't wake soon, we may need a change of program!" Toby walked back down toward Nick's legs and lifted them both, raising Nick's hips from the ground and bending his legs overhead. "Next offer: a pair of Nike shorts, only lightly used!" He quickly pulled the shorts from either side of Nick's thighs, and the crowd cheered again as a pair of lavender Lululemon boxer briefs revealed themselves from beneath the retreating black fabric. As Nick's juicy ass bounced free of the waistband, Toby paused to twist Nick's body, providing a better frontal and rear view to the crowd. "Wow, look at the ASSets on our princess!" Shifting the weight from Nick's legs to his own shoulder, a loud clap rang across the room as Toby full-force slapped Nick's left cheek, sending ripples across the mass of ass and up his thighs and naked belly.
Twisting Nick back to the ground, Toby dropped the carried weight and used the downward momentum to remove the remaining shorts from Nick's body. With growing impatience for the performance and eagerness to move on, Toby tossed the shorts into the crowd behind him before leaning down to collect the laces. "Onto the next part of our show, all."
Toby took the laces and rolled Nick onto his side, binding his hands together before rolling him back onto his back. "Our princess is still out cold, stream. What should we do? Do we think we can bring her back with true love's kiss?" Screams and shouts sprang from the crowd as Toby leaned down to lift Nick's body back to a seated position.
Toby ran his hands through Nick's hair as if to clean him up and cupped his chin in one hand. He leaned forward and pressed Nick's mouth open by pinching either side of his cheeks, gently kissing his pursed lips before connecting into a full, sloppy kiss, his tongue invading deeply.
Nick slowly came to, feeling the wet and warm sensation in his mouth but a cold breeze across his body. He was confused and still heavily dazed, struggling to breathe with his mouth blocked and throat obstructed.
His eyes fluttered open, the world a blurry haze of bright lights and shadowy figures. Toby's face was inches from his own, lips locked in that invasive, sloppy kiss, tongue probing deep like he owned every inch of Nick's mouth. A muffled groan escaped Nick's throat as reality crashed in—the roar of the crowd, the chill of exposed skin, the tight bind of the laces around his wrists. He tried to pull back, but Toby's grip on his chin was ironclad, holding him in place like a puppet.
Toby finally broke the kiss with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting their lips for a teasing second before he wiped it away with his thumb. "There she is! Our princess awakens!" Toby announced to the room, his voice booming over the cheers and whistles. Nick's head lolled back, his vision clearing just enough to see the sea of faces staring down at him; phones raised, flashes popping like fireworks. He glanced down at himself and felt a wave of hot embarrassment flood his cheeks. Shirtless, shoeless, shorts gone... only those damn lavender boxer briefs clinging to his hips, barely containing the growing bulge from the unwanted stimulation.
"W-what the fuck... Toby?" Nick slurred, his jaw throbbing from the earlier punch, voice thick and disoriented. He tugged at his bound wrists, the shoelaces digging into his skin, but his arms were trapped behind his back, leaving him helpless in the seated position. His meaty chest heaved with each ragged breath, nipples still sensitive from Toby's earlier brush, hardening in the cool air under the arena lights.
Toby grinned wickedly, standing up and circling Nick like a predator toying with prey. "Oh, good, you're back with us! The crowd was getting bored of the striptease. Thought we'd skip straight to the main event." He grabbed a fistful of Nick's hair, yanking his head back to force eye contact, the pull sending a sharp tingle down Nick's spine. "These fine folks paid for a show, princess. And you're gonna give it to 'em, whether you like it or not."
The crowd erupted again, chants of "Strip him! Fuck him!" echoing off the walls, fueling the electric tension. Nick's heart pounded, a mix of fury, confusion, and something darker stirring in his gut—a twisted heat building despite himself. He tried to kick out, but Toby was faster, dropping down to straddle Nick's thighs, pinning him to the mat with his weight. "Nuh-uh. Be a good girl for the audience."
With one hand still in Nick's hair, Toby reached down and hooked his fingers into the waistband of those lavender briefs. Nick bucked weakly, mumbling protests, but the daze from the knockout lingered, leaving his muscles sluggish. Toby dragged the fabric down slowly, inch by inch, letting the crowd savor the reveal. Nick's cock sprang free, semi-hard and thickening under the scrutiny, his balls heavy and exposed. The briefs caught around his thighs, and Toby left them there like a half-hearted restraint, twisting the fabric to bind Nick's legs together just enough to limit his squirming.
"Look at that! Our princess is excited for her big debut," Toby taunted, his free hand wrapping around Nick's shaft and giving it a firm, teasing stroke. Nick gasped, hips jerking involuntarily as pleasure shot through him, mixing with the humiliation. Phones zoomed in, capturing every twitch, every bead of pre-cum that leaked from the tip. Toby leaned in close, whispering hot against Nick's ear, "You feel that? All eyes on you. Bet you've never been this hard in your life."
Nick's mind raced, part of him wanted to fight, to scream, but the binding, the crowd's energy, Toby's unyielding dominance... it was overwhelming, intoxicating. "S-stop... fuck, Toby, this isn't—" His words cut off in a moan as Toby pumped him harder, thumb circling the head with expert pressure.
"Not stopping, princess. Not until you give them what they want." Toby shifted, shoving Nick flat onto his back with a thud that knocked the wind out of him. The crowd's cheers peaked as Toby stripped off his own shirt in one fluid motion, revealing a lean, toned torso glistening with sweat. He unzipped his pants, freeing his own rock-hard cock, and positioned himself between Nick's bound legs. "Time for true love's real kiss."
Nick's eyes widened, but before he could protest, Toby grabbed his thighs and hoisted them up, exposing everything. He spat into his hand, slicking himself up, then pressed the tip against Nick's entrance. The intrusion was sudden, relentless. Toby thrust in with a grunt, burying himself deep in one smooth motion. Nick cried out, a raw mix of pain and ecstasy ripping through him, his body arching off the mat despite the bindings.
The crowd went wild, a thunderous roar as Toby set a brutal rhythm, pounding into Nick with possessive force. Each slap of skin echoed like the earlier punch, Nick's ass clenching around him, his cock bouncing untouched against his soft belly. Toby's hands roamed - pinching those protruding nipples, slapping the jiggling muffin top, leaving red marks on that juicy ass. "That's it, take it like the slut you are," Toby growled, his voice carrying over the din. Nick's daze shattered into overwhelming sensation, moans spilling from his lips as he gave in, hips rocking back to meet each thrust.
Sweat-slicked and breathless, Toby ramped up, one hand finally gripping Nick's leaking cock and stroking in time with his hips. "Cum for them, princess. Show 'em how much you love it." Nick couldn't hold back, the pressure built, coiling tight, until he shattered with a guttural yell, spilling hot ropes across his own chest and abs. Toby followed seconds later, pulling out just in time to paint Nick's thighs and briefs with his release, marking him like the ultimate trophy.
As the crowd's applause thundered, Toby stood, triumphant, helping a spent, trembling Nick to his feet; still bound, still exposed. "What a show, folks! Our princess earned her crown." He planted one last mocking kiss on Nick's forehead, leaving him there in the spotlight, utterly claimed.