Hanioc: Welcome, once again, to the broadcast of the Tournament of Pleasure. As always, I am Hanioc, Angelic Organizer for all things related to the Divine’s will.
Tik Tik: And Tik Tik is Tik Tik—Herald of Tournament and really like like sexfight!
Hanioc: Today’s first Champion is a hardened warrior. Sometimes known as “The Alchemist,” Greyhound Gryphon has seen many conflicts as both a soldier and a mercenary.
Tik Tik: Ooh, Tik Tik think more interested in fight part than sex.
Hanioc: His opponent is also martially inclined, a kitsune swordsman by the name of LiFixe. It seems we shall start with a bit of a gentleman’s duel in this battle.
Tik Tik: Hehe… Tik Tik know how those end around here!


Grey’s dog tags jingle when he rushes up towards the center of the arena. The foxwolf wears his camo pants and the bandana around his mouth. In one hand is his hatchet, and in his eyes is determination.
LiFixe steps up, rolling off his jacket. The tall kitsune’s ruffled pants and well-maintained goatee and mustache show off his flamboyant personality. He remains as shirtless as his foe; his chest is fluffy and bright. His many tails fan out, flowing in the wind as he readies his weapon. “En garde!”
And the battle commences. Grey rushes forward, swinging the blunt end of his hatchet at his opponent’s shin, but LiFixedodges out of the way, landing with a dainty step on his “gloved” paws.
“Oh, ho. You wish to skip the foreplay, no?  Then take this piercing attack!”
He pokes forward, but Grey brings his weapon up, knocking the fox off-balance before he swings his blade straight into LiFixe’s stomach.
The rapier man stumbles back, a “gloved” hand upon his stomach. He coughs and smirks. “A solid blow. Very impressive, sir!”
Grey flips his weapon around towards the sharp side, staring the fox down.
“Oh, my, you’re making things quite heated. Sure, the tip of my weapon is not protected. I could indeed draw blood, but where is the sexiness in that?” As he speaks, his eyes glow, and the tips of his tails flare with balls of blue fire.
Grey stops, his eyes transfixed upon the flames. He squeezes his eyes shut and steps back.
LiFixe chuckles, twirling his mustache. “Ah, I see. Wouldn’t you want to make this battle a bit more comfortable? Perhaps without that mask of yours?”
Grey opens one eye just slightly, trying to stare his opponent down, but his glance keeps going towards the orbs on LiFixe’s tails. He reaches up with a shaking hand, grabbing at his wrist to try and stop himself. “N… no...you… you’re hypno….tising… me”
LiFixe snickers, “Oh, my boy, I am merely allowing you to be as you truly are. Your bravado attempts to hide your submissive nature, but soon, very soon, you will be mine.” Pulling his mask down around his neck, Grey can only nod, breathing out, “Y… yeah…”
LiFixe approaches the foxwolf, his hands wrapped around his chest. “My, my, my, you are easily susceptible, are you not?”
Grey nods, his eyes hazed over while he stares at the orbs of foxfire.
“I do not even need to touch you to make you lose this match, do I?”
“No… you didn’t…””
“Oh, ho ho ho,” the kitsune spins around, his fluffy tails wrapping around Grey, pulling him in close so that the two are pressed against each other, chest-to-chest through the fluff of tails. LiFixe brushes his hand over Grey’s ear, and Grey tilts his head, wanting more of that petting.
“Such a disappointment that a fighter of your skill lacks the resolve to even slightly resist my hypnotic ways. Why is it that you submit so easily?”
“Fluffy…” Grey responds, not even struggling.
“Oh, yes? Why, sir, I am honored to let you have you touch my magnificent fluff.” He loosens his grip, letting Grey have access to his hands. The foxwolf reaches out, pressing his paws against the kitsune’s chest, feeling the fluffy fur over his body’s toned muscles.
“Oooh, yes, indeed, I can feel your excitement growing between your legs, my friend. Is this all it took to win this battle? I would have jumped to this from the very beginning of the battle.”
Grey continues to run his hands over the chest of the kitsune, wholly engrossed in his activity.
“Mmm, yes, my friend… that feels quite nice, indeed…” He says this, lowering himself down, sitting on the arena floor, letting the foxwolf straddle him as Grey explores his body. “Do not stop… just admire me and be completely subservient to me and all my desires, yes…”
“All, your…” Grey blinks and looks downward. “Do you desire… more…?”
“Oh, what a subservient young man you are. Yes, please, if you wouldn’t mind ridding me of my bothersome pants, I shall show you something much better than a fluffy body.”
With that, Grey reaches down past LiFixe’s navel, unbuttoning the swordsman’s pants and pulling the fabric downward, only to expose his cock.
“Does it not look delicious to you?”
“It looks irresistible,” Grey says, his mouth hanging open.
“Well, then, let us see just how much you can’t resist it, then,” the kitsune says, pressing Grey’s head down, lowering him towards the kitsune’s shaft.


Tik: Look like Grey totally losing! How he get out of this?
Hanioc: The battles of the Tournament of Pleasure aren’t always about the dominant beating the submissive. Sometimes, one can get too full of themselves and lose the day.
Tik: Tik Tik hope you’re right. Grey could be lost in head, but beat LiFixe in body!
Hanioc: Indeed, he can. Someone so susceptible to suggestion can make for a submissive that could go a long way in the tournament. We just have to see whom the gods favor.
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Greyhound Gryphon is a mercenary, a mighty warrior, a killer. He has no time for nonsense. He has felled many enemies in the past, and he swore he would win this tournament and show the world just how good he is at what he does.
But now, he’s staring face-first at kitsune cock.
LiFixe, the fencer, sits back, his pants undone, his junk exposed. Some of his tails hold tight to the mercenary, while others help support the kitsune as he lounges on the ground. “Don’t be afraid, my pet. “This penis is all that your life is about, isn’t it?”
Greyhound blinks, and he furrows his brow, considering the shaft before him.
“Is something the matter, my pet?” LiFixe says, rubbing behind Greyhound’s ear. “You’re not having performance anxiety, are you? Don’t you remember that this is the cock you came here for?”
Is it? Greyhound can’t rightfully remember. Why was he here? Where exactly is here? Why is everything but this handsome devil of a kitsune so much of a blur around him?
“I don’t…”
“Shh…. You’re overthinking, my pet,” LiFixe says, petting behind Greyhound’s ear. Greyhound, in response, closes his eyes, sighs, and nuzzles against the vulpine hand.
“Y… you’re right… I am overthinking.”
“You don’t think, do you?”
“No… I don’t… I don’t think, master.”
“What do you do, my little Greyhound, hm…?”
“I… serve master LiFixe.”
“And what does Master LiFixe want?”
“He wants…? I don’t know…”
“Very good. If you thought of something, that would mean that you were thinking.” He grips the back of Greyhound’s head, pushing him down.
Greyhound’s lips press against the tip of LiFixe’s cock. There’s a bit of resistance. However, once the enslaved was realized he shouldn’t resist, he stopped. He lets the cock slide up into his mouth. “Mmmm…”
Without any more urging, Greyhound slides his mouth up and down along the shaft. “My, my… where did you learn to have such a naughty mouth like that?” LiFixe says, swirling his finger along his opponent’s hair. “It’s almost as if you’re used to sucking cock.”
The only response Greyhound gives is a slight moan, along with the sounds of sucking and slurping. “But, seriously, this is fun and all,” the kitsune says, laying back, resting his head on his hands, “But I’ve already won this fight now. What more is there to do?””Tik Tik shakes her head. “This can’t be right. Hanioc, please. This slavery”
The angel holds a hand up. “No, for deep withinGreyhound’s mind, he wants to be treated this way. He is a submissive soul trapped in the expectations of his life. This is how he truly is—LiFixe just brought it to the surface”  
“Then, end fight now”  
“I cannot until one of them gives up. Greyhound still hasn’t.”
LiFixe chuckles, “Well, isn’t that an interesting development? Why don’t we see just how much he can take, then?”
The kitsune pulls Greyhound’s head away. 
He gasps, his tongue out with a string of spit connecting the dick and his mouth.”
LiFixe swirls his finger. 
Greyhound knows immediately what his master wants and turns around, facing away from the kitsune. He unbuttons his pants, pulling them down, exposing himself for all to see. The brave warrior now quivering on his hands and knees and whimpering out, “Give it to me, master.”  
“Hm…there’s a bit of thinking for yourself going on,” LiFixe says, just before he climbs atop of his servant. The kitsune wraps his arms around the foxwolf, with the other hand around Greyhound’s dick. “Maybe, I can allow some thought, as long as you know whose you are?”
With that, he thrusts forward, penetrating the mind-washed warrior. Greyhound’s eyes roll back. He coughs and lulls his tongue. Squeaks and gasps rise up from his throat as the kitsune takes him, claiming his ass. 
“Ah…. M-master LiFixe’s… little, aaah, sluuut.”  
“Magnificent,” LiFixe says, pressing against Greyhound’s chest, sitting up so now Greyhound sits on him, letting his body sink down onto the lubed-up cock. Greyhound bounces on it, his movements not only pushing the kitsune deeper inside of him, but letting his cock rub against the fox’s paw.
LiFixe nips up the foxwolf’s neck and speaks up, saying, “Now, then…you’re going to lose this match, my pet.”  
“Ye… yes, master,” Greyhound gasps. 
“You’ll be in the loser’s bracket, where you belong.”  
“Yes, m... master.”  
“And, you’ll conquer and destroy every other loser in your path.”
“M… master.”
LiFixe picks up the pace of his fucking, burying himself into the foxwolf. ““This Tournament, grrrn, is double… fff… elimination! Defeat… gnnn, all the… fuuu, opponents and-, and-”
LiFixe goes balls deep, and at the same time, shoots off inside of the mind washed slut. Greyhound erupts, shooting messy strands up into the air and down over his cock and his master’s hand. Soon, he’s just sitting there, panting, filled with dick, laying against the kitsune’s chest.
LiFixe pets his servant’s head and kisses his cheek. “Where was I? Ah, yes… if you defeat all the opponents, then I won’t have to worry about fighting a loser in the finals. You can just give me the victory… how does that sound”  
“Master it… sounds wonderful,”  
“That not fair.” Tik Tik snaps. “Can’t control someone after round like that.”  
“If I recall correctly,” LiFixe says, “there are already those under hypnotic control here.” He pulls out from Greyhound, the foxwolf’s hole dripping with cum. “There is no difference here. I can make things more favorable for myself.”
Tik Tik puffs out her cheeks. “No, you can’t.”  
“Tik Tik,” Hanioc interrupts. “Each Champion is free to fight for what they want. You cannot change that”
Tik Tik rolls her eyes. “Okay. Then, Greyhound. What want fight for?”
Greyhound picks himself up, sitting on his knees. He looks over his shoulder, his eyes hazy, a smile slapped across his face. “Why… I want to fight for the glory of my master, of course…!”