Prologue

[b] Prologue: [/b]

Martin drew a sharp breath. His eyes darted back and forth, examining his surroundings. Swirling darkness engulfed him. Martin was floating in the void. His hairy, calloused feet longed for the familiar certainty of solid ground. The air around him was thin and cold. Martin shivered and hugged his arms tightly around himself. His impressive forearms stacked on top of each other, bulging outward and rippling with veins. They pressed against his rock hard chest and well defined abs. Coupled with the lack of clothing was his extremely low body fat percentage; It made the slightly cold air sting just a little more.

Martin wasn't sure what was up and what was down while he floated along. There was no reference point to base his orientation from, just undulating darkness. He folded his powerful legs and closed his eyes. Taking a few deep breaths, Martin focused his mind and calmed himself, meditating on his current situation. He tried remembering anything about where he was or how he got there. However, nothing came to mind. He was just...here. Memories of his life before being wherever he was were intact. He had trained as a jiu jitsu expert for most of his 21 years. His body had been honed into a weapon via hard work and sheer force of will. His relationships with many women, young and old...he remembered them all but whenever he thought about his current predicament it was just blank.

When Martin opened his eyes, an older man in a faded white lab coat stood before him. Though there was no clear solid floor, the man was not floating as Martin was. The man had thinning gray hair and the deep wrinkles of age layering his face. His large nose held up thick spectacles. He stood about 5"8 and wore a confident, amused expression. Martin examined the man but kept silent, waiting to see what he would do. A few seconds of awkward silence ensued where each man stared, daring the other to speak first.

The man in the lab coat smiled wide and spoke with a nasily, dusty tone, "Welcome, Mr. Dawes, to the Extravaganza. My name is Doctor Harold Grungot. I'll be your...guide...through the games."

Martin's face darkened, what the hell was this geezer talking about?

He cleared his throat, maintained his composure and spoke evenly with his low, gravelly pitch, "Doctor..uh- Gringotts or whatever, I think you have the wrong guy. I 've never met you before and I'm not really interested in playing any games. So if you could just...get me the fuck out of here, I would appreciate it."

The Doctor scoffed, "Unfortunately for you, Mr. Dawes, you've already agreed to participate in all 100 rounds."

Martin scoffed right back at the Doctor and started, "Okay [i]Dr. Gringotts[/i] I think-"

Martin abruptly stopped talking as the words appeared caught in his throat. He tried to talk once, twice, three times and realized something was very wrong. He cleared his throat and tried a fourth time. His eyes darted around in a panic and rested on the Doctor who watched with his grin. Martin grabbed at his throat and tried a fifth time only managing to croak out a gargled puff of air.

Doctor Grungot's voice was slower, softer and a bit deeper, his grin turning to a frown, "Don't talk back to me, boy, or you'll quickly find yourself wishing you hadn't." Doctor Grungot took a second to shake his head before continuing, "I'll restore your voice when I'm finished with you. Now, just sit there and pay attention. This space-" He motioned to the void around him, "-Is yours. This is the one and only time I'll contact you here. Between rounds you'll return and prepare for the next one. As I said, there are 100 total. The rules for the round will be plainly spelled out to you before it begins. If you lose, you'll incur an exchange, change or otherwise receive some sort of punishment that either I or your opponent deems appropriate. Yes, there will be other contestants vying for your very body, mind and soul. I, of course, retain all rights and restrictions on changes or exchanges. If I deem a change to the change is in order I will make it so. At the end of 100 rounds we -" The Doctor paused to think before continuing, "Well, we'll just have to cross that bridge when we get to it." Doctor Grungot looked to Martin expectantly who could only gargle out a few more syllables. The Doctor nodded before speaking, "No questions? Good."

The Doctor turned and began walking away from Martin into the darkness. When his form was completely gone, his voice permeated the void, "Put your game face on, Mr. Dawes, Round One is about to begin. Good luck."

Martin felt his voice returning and he hollered into the blackness in front of him, his deep pitch fizzling out with a tone of desperation, "You have the wrong fucking guy! What the fuck is happening!?"

Martin screamed as he felt himself being pulled through the nothingness. He shut his eyes and dreamed of being somewhere else. He would get his wish sooner rather than later.

[b]NAME: [/b]

Martin Lionel Dawes

[b]AGE: [/b]

21

[b]HEIGHT: [/b]

6"02

[b]WEIGHT: [/b]

220 LBS

[b]IQ[/b]

125

[b]HAIR:[/b]

Incredibly short, dark dots of hair cover an otherwise shaved head.

[b]VOICE:[/b]

A deep and gravelly, masculine growl.

[b]FACE:[/b]

Medium/long dark beard and mustache. Thin lips. Low cheekbones and wide, somewhat prominent nose. Small hazel eyes with thick eye brows. Heavy brow and wide, square jaw. Normal sized ears. Wide neck with prominent Adams apple.

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[b]GENITALS: [/b]

Large, thick and veiny 9 inch penis with flared, uncircumsised head. Covered in a jungle of dark pubes. Bulbous balls hang low.

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[b]UPPER BODY:[/b]

Bulging biceps and forearms that ripple with veins. Dark hair covered chest and muscled shoulders. Pecks are hard and relatively flat. Nipples are small hard and masculine. Stomach is hard, cut and muscled. Upper body literred with dark hair. Hands are large and masculine with rough nails and callouses.

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1d/5b/47/1d5b47f70d88d627ba17bedf9fce8474.jpg

[b]LOWER BODY:[/b]

Bulging tree-trunk legs which are strong and hairy. Feet are large and masculine with rough nails and callouses. Flat, muscular butt and narrow hips.

https://i.pinimg.com/236x/5d/f0/34/5df0342ed698f81cb933f414e94f02aa.jpg

[b]OUTFIT:[/b]

Naked

[b]SEXUAL PREFERENCE:[/b]

Dates and has dated exclusively women. Loves drilling a nice wet pussy. Loves making women scream in ecstasy. Likes large tits and big butts (and he cannot lie). Likes seeing women with cum on them (especially if it's his). Enjoys a bit of hair-down-there and has a preference for long blonde hair up top. Loves cunnilingus and anal. Likes being the boss and having women call him 'Daddy'.

[b]PERSONALITY:[/b]

Extremely driven and quick-witted. A total hothead that's decisive and likes living on the edge. Somewhat provacative and foolhardy. Isn't afraid of anybody or anything. Has very fast muscle memory and advanced general motor skills. A talkative extrovert who exudes confidence.

[b]KNOWLEGE/EXPERTISE:[/b]

Jiu Jitsu expert. Knows multiple fighting techniques other than Jiu Jitsu. Martial weapons expert. Very knowlegable about the human body inclduing fitness and diet (though he couldn't cook to save his life). Learned french exclusively for the ladies.