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bnha AU Idea

Okay, just so everyone know’s, anyone can use this idea if they want to or switch it up! Just shoot me a message or post about doing so because I’d love to see whatever you come up with for it! I hope it’s enjoyable and I got their characterization right! >////<!!

So, with the 2nd popularity poll, everyone had these amazing fantasy clothing, but imagine this. At USJ, it’s not the Noumu that’s the All Might killer, that wasn’t finished. So instead, they have a guy with a gaming world quirk and when All Might finally comes, he activates it, sending everyone into this giant game where Shigaraki is the big bad guy they have to face, the villain who sees everything like a video game. Drawbacks are he cannot effect the stats people would have nor how the plot line continues on. He also cannot immediately make whoever’s drawn in lose. That’s why Shigaraki is the sort of game master, sending monsters out to try and take down 1-A before they can reach hime. Now 1-A is stuck inside a dangerous game world of real monsters, without their teachers and have to fight through the levels and level up themselves, to go and save their teachers who’re basically trapped at the final level, the boss battle with Shigaraki. So people like Todoroki would be a prince of the kingdom and he’d have to face against his father with the whole class and people like Bakugou would be a vicious ruler of the wolf tribe and have to learn something like humility and compassion and Izuku would just be the main character and lead everyone through the towns and know how to find special treasure and use cheats because Bakugou was a jerk and made him go friendless for a long time okay! He had to use his time up by doing something other than watching heroes! So he’s basically like, 

Izuku: “Kacchan! Stop trying to kill your tribe! They are a part of the plot! You need to befriend them!” 

Bakugou: “God d*mn it Deku! If these f*ckers wanna be explodo-killed then I will gladly f*cking do so! If I’m the godd*mn leader they should listen like the extra’s they are!”

Izuku: “D*mnit Kacchan! Stop trying to get us indefinitely trapped in an RPG! This is a social link arch-not a battle! The game isn’t even allowing you to kill them!” 

Kirishima: “He’s right man! Don’t worry, you can totally win this level! Just be manly and go make friends!”

Bakugou: “Screw you sh*tty hair! I will end all of you!” 

Izuku: “Oh god, we’re gonna be trapped here forever.”

Bakugou: “Go to hell sh*tnerd!”

for more angst, each and every level would involve the past of one of the students from 1-A, where they would have to defeat their own problems and demons. Iida would have to deal with revenge I think? Since it’s not the stain arch maybe breaking the rules to protect the prince of the kingdom he serves since he’s a knight? Todoroki would have to overthrow his father who’s the king in that world while Izuku would probably be one of the last levels where he has to deal with being basically king Arthur, only, All Might handed him excalibur (metaphorically, or not, your choice.) and everyone learns he had a crap past and there are just all these fuzzy feels with 1-A being like a family as they storm Shigaraki’s really typical bad guy castle to take him down and save their teachers.

I could go on about but I’ll leave it at this. Just message me if you want more or want to use it! ^/////^!!!

Fighters Paradise

It was another Friday afternoon and Max was on his way to an arcade. He had just turned 23 and had been saving up for a while to buy a special coin. They were quite expensive, but would give him unlimited access to the best games in the arcade for an entire week.

Max walked into the arcade and was disappointed to see it wasn’t as busy as he thought it would be. He made his way to the counter where an girl with dark hair smiled at him from behind the glass.

“Hello there, can I help you?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’d like to buy a deluxe coin please,” Max said.

The clerk took his money and gave him the coin before saying, “Enjoy your time here.”

Max then made his way into the main hall where all the arcade machines were. He looked around for a while until he found the game he had come here for. It was called Fighters Paradise and was one of the most popular games in the arcade. It was an interactive boxing game where ridiculously muscular characters would face off each other until one of them was knocked.

Max walked up to the machine and wrapped his around the joystick meant to control the game. He inserted his special coin and as he did the screen turned on. The Fighters Paradise logo was displayed in large letters on the screen. Underneath the logo a question appeared "Do you accept the challenge?". Thinking it might just be some ordinary loading screen he clicked on yes without much thought.

As he did, a bright beam came forth from the screen. As the beam of light touched his body and traveled upwards to his torso his body seemed to be disintegrating. Panicking, he tried letting go of the stick only to realize he couldn't move anything at all.

"Please... someone!" Max called out but no one seemed to be around.

Accepting his fate, he watched as his arms and chest disappeared.

Finally, the beam hit his face and everything turned to black.

---

Max opened his eyes slowly to find himself laying on the sand. He was surrounded by palm trees swaying in the breeze and felt the warm sun beating down from above. Looking around he saw no signs of buildings or any other sign of civilization, just water in every direction as far as the eye could see.

"What the hell?" Max muttered to himself as he stood up and brushed the sand from his clothes. He was still wearing the same jeans and t-shirt he had on when he went into the arcade.

Max then noticed that he wasn't alone on the beach. A tall muscular man in boxing shorts was walking towards him, boxing gloves wrapped around his fists.

The man smiled as he approached Max and said, "Welcome to the greatest game of all time."

"What do you mean?" Max asked, confused by what was happening.

He then walked up to Max and wrapped him up in a hug before saying, "You're here now, which means you have accepted the challenge."

"What challenge?"

"To fight against the best of the best in an epic battle to the end," the man said sarcastically with a smile. "I am Tyrone, I used to come from the other side just like you. You can live comfortably in this world, you just have to fight opponents every day unless you want to go crazy."

Max what was was weirder, the fact a boxer was standing in front of him instead of the gym or the fact that he had been pulled into a video game and was just told to fight people to until one was KO'd.

Max looked around at the beautiful scenery before asking, "Me? Fight?"

He looked down at his attire, he was not dressed for the beach much less to fight some random stranger.

"Sorry man but I don't think I'm cut out for this. Can't you just send me back out again?" he pleaded with the man

"No can do. It's a one way street." he replied with an empathetic smile.

"But I'm not a fighter!"

"Not yet, is what you mean to say. It won't affect you yet but soon you will be craving combat," he says, "don't worry I'll train you"

Tyrone led Max down to the beach and around a large rock that was at the edge of the water. Behind the rock was a small shack with a boxing ring set up outside it.

"This is where we'll be training," Tyrone said as he opened the door to let Max inside. The gym was nothing special, just an old shed with a few punching bags and some weights.

Max looked around the gym in surprise, "I don't have much experience with boxing."

"That's alright," Tyrone said, "I'll teach you everything you need to know."

He then walked over to a punching bag and hit it with a powerful uppercut. Max was amazed at how hard the man hit the bag, causing it to fly back and hit the wall behind it.

"First things first, let's get some basic punches down," Tyrone said before grabbing two gloves from a shelf. "Here, put these on."

Max took the gloves from Tyrone and put them on. He then watched as Tyrone set up the punching bag so it was hanging at the perfect height for them to use.

"Okay, watch me and copy me," Tyrone said before throwing a jab.

Max followed through with his own jab after watching Tyrone. Tyrone then demonstrated a right hook before having Max throw one as well. After practicing both punches a few times, they moved on to combinations.

"Let's try a simple 1-2 combo," Tyrone said, throwing a jab followed by a right hand. "Copy me."

Max threw the same punch combination after Tyrone and watched as he smiled in approval. They continued practicing punches for a while until Tyrone finally said, "Alright, that's enough for now. Let's move on to something else."

"What next?" Max asked, taking off his gloves and hanging them up on a shelf.

"Let's get some footwork down," Tyrone replied before leading Max out of the gym. "We'll be using the boxing ring outside for this."

Max followed Tyrone out into the backyard where they both stepped into the boxing ring that had been set up there.

"Okay, I want you to move around the ring and pretend you're throwing punches," Tyrone instructed. "Keep your hands up in a defensive position when you're not throwing them."

Max did as he was told, moving around the ring and throwing imaginary punches. After watching him for a moment, Tyrone said, "Your footwork is pretty good already. We just need to work on your balance a little bit."

He then stepped into the ring with Max and had him practice his footwork while he lightly touched him to see how well balanced he was.

"You're doing great," Tyrone said after a few minutes of this. "Alright, let's take it up a notch now."

He then started throwing some light punches at Max to see how well he would dodge them. Max quickly found himself dodging the punches left and right, feeling like he was in an actual fight.

After a while of this, Tyrone finally said, "Okay, that's enough for today."

Max stepped out of the ring, exhausted from all the practice they had done. He was amazed at how well he was doing considering he had never boxed before. He looked over at Tyrone who was watching him with a smile.

"You're a natural," Tyrone said before walking up to Max and patting him on the back. "I'm proud of you."

Max smiled at the compliment, feeling like he had finally earned it after all the hard work he had put in.

"Thanks man," he said to Tyrone. "I really appreciate it."

"No problem," Tyrone replied before walking over to the gym door. "Let's come back tomorrow and we'll keep practicing. I have a feeling you're going to be a force to reckon with in no time."

Max nodded and said, "Sounds good. I can't wait to get better."

As Tyrone closed up the gym he led Max to his villa that was situated close to the beach as well.

"Wow" Max thought to himself amazed by the view and the luxurious building that Tyrone lived in.

"If you're spending a long time here, might as well make it comfortable right?" Tyrone started saying as he led Max through all the different rooms of his house.

"This will be your room, I'll see you in the morning"

Exhausted and overwhelmed by the crazy things that had taken place in what felt like less than a couple hours, he fell asleep in mere minutes.

---

Max awoke with a start, feeling like he had just had the most bizarre dream. It took him a moment to realize that he was actually in a strange dream right now. He looked around the room he was in, noticing that it was much nicer than the one he had been staying in before.

"What the hell?" Max muttered to himself as he got out of bed. He walked over to the window and gazed outside, seeing an amazing view of the ocean.

It was then that he remembered what had happened yesterday, how he had been pulled into a video game world and forced to fight people for Tyrone's entertainment. The thought made him feel anxious, like there was something he should be doing but couldn't quite remember what it was.

Max decided to head down to the kitchen in Tyrone's villa to see if he could find something to eat. As he walked through the hallway he noticed a few pictures on the wall that showed Tyrone with other people. One of them was a man who looked muscular but also very stylish, wearing a suit and smiling for the camera.

Max stopped in front of this picture, feeling like he recognized the man but couldn't quite remember from where. He shook his head and continued on to the kitchen.

When Max entered the kitchen he was greeted by Tyrone who was cooking some eggs and bacon. "Good morning," Tyrone said, "I hope you're feeling rested after yesterday."

Max nodded, not trusting himself to speak just yet. He sat down at the kitchen table and watched Tyrone finish up breakfast as he thought about what had happened the day before.

It was weird how he could remember being in a boring arcade waiting for his turn to play some stupid game, but couldn't recall anything after that. Had they drugged him or something? It was just a theory, but it was the only thing that made sense at this point.

"Here you go," Tyrone said, placing a plate of eggs and bacon in front of Max. "Eat up."

Max started to eat his breakfast, doing his best not to think about the weird day he had had. He was interrupted when Tyrone asked him how he was feeling.

"Anxious," Max replied truthfully, "Like there's something I should be doing but don't know what it is."

Tyrone nodded and said, "It's probably just the curse of being stuck in this video game world. The only thing that helps is to fight."

"Ah," Max sighed in a defeated tone, "so you really weren't kididing about that"

"Nope. The only thing that really helps is to well, fight..." he replied with an empathetic smile.

"Let's get you some clothes and head to the gym, that should help already" Tyrone suggested, already moving towards another room of the large villa.

Max was lead into Tyrone's bedroom which was somehow even more luxurious than the other rooms in the villa.

Tyrone opened yet another door connected to his bedroom which looked to be a walk-in closet lined with boxing clothes and stylish floral shirts.

"Pick something you like and we'll head to the gym, okay?" Tryone said, already grabbing a a nice pair of red shorts.

"See anything you like?" he asked Max who looked like a kid in front of a candy aisle overwhelmed by the sheer amount of choice.

"Uh,"

"Here, just take this" he said handing the pair of red shorts to Max.

"Thanks... Where can I change?"

"What do you mean? Just change here, we're both men right?" Tyrone replied

"Let's get you out of that old t-shirt"

Before Max even had a chance to respond Tyrone came up to him and ripped apart his shirt in one motion.

"We won't be needing that for much long"

Shocked by Tyrone's assertiveness he responded by covering his flat albeit a little pudgy chest with his hands.

Max did not realize his mistake as this gave Tyrone the perfect opportunity to pull down Max's jeans and underwear as well.

"Don't be ashamed man, you've got a nice body" he complimented.

This comment made Max flustered and blushed red harder than he ever had before.

What Tyrone said next however would send Max over the moon.

"If you'll do well today I'll even reward you" he said with a suggestive wink as cupped Max's balls with his hand.

Many emotions rushed through Max's mind: excitement, anxiety, lust.

"Come on Max, we haven't got all day" Tyrone told him, already set on heading to the gym to start their second session.

---

Max and Tyrone have their second training at the small shack again. Max turns out to be a natural at boxing and is improving at an incredible pace. Tyrone decides to do a little sparing with some light punches. Every punch he deals/receives seems to scratch his itch. After the training Max could also swear that his stomach looked a little less pudgy and more far more toned than it ever had been

Max followed Tyrone out of the villa and down to the gym where they had trained yesterday. He was still feeling embarrassed about what had happened in Tyrone's bedroom, but he tried to push those thoughts aside for now.

"Alright," Tyrone said as they stepped into the small shack that served as a boxing gym, "let's get started."

Max nodded and went to put on his gloves while Tyrone set up the punching bag. He had been getting better at landing his punches since yesterday, but there was still room for improvement.

"Remember to keep your guard up," Tyrone said as he finished setting things up. "You never know when I might throw a surprise punch."

Max nodded and assumed a fighting stance, readying himself for the training session ahead. He felt more confident than he had yesterday, but was still wary of Tyrone's skill.

The training started off well, with Max landing several good punches on the bag. Tyrone complimented him on his progress and said that he was getting better at reading his opponent. This made Max feel even more confident as they continued to practice.

After a while, Tyrone suggested that they try some sparring. He promised to go easy on Max, saying that it would help him get used to fighting another person instead of just a bag. Max agreed and they stepped into the ring, starting to throw some light punches at each other.

It felt weird to be hitting Tyrone instead of a sand bag. But they both kept their punches light and tried to focus on improving their technique. As they continued to spar, Max found that every time he landed a punch on Tyrone, it was like scratching that figurative itch deep inside him. It made him want to land more punches, it as almost addictive.

On the other side of things, Tyrone felt a similar itch being scratched when he blocked Max's punches or landed one of his own.

Max started to understand how the curse worked and how fighting was so important in this world.

After a few rounds of sparring, they both were feeling exhausted. Tyrone suggested that they take a break and have some water before heading back into the gym for more training. Max nodded in agreement and they both stepped out of the ring to catch their breath.

As they drank some water, Max couldn't help but notice that his stomach looked less pudgy than it had earlier. He didn't know if it was just his imagination or if all the exercise he had been getting was actually paying off. Tyrone noticed him staring at his own body and smirked.

"What is it?" he asked. "Noticing how much more toned you're getting?"

Max blushed, not sure how to respond. He hadn't meant to be staring at himself, but he couldn't help feeling proud of all the progress he had made in such a short amount of time.

"I guess so," he admitted truthfully.

Tyrone clapped him on the back and said, "Then let's keep up the good work! We'll have you looking like a lean mean fighting machine in no time."

Max smiled back at Tyrone and felt his heart race as he thought about all the changes that might come with more training. They both finished their water and headed back into the gym to continue practicing until it was too dark to see.

---

As they walked back to the villa, Max couldn't help but feel anxious about what was going to happen next. He didn't know how much of it was the curse giving him pleasurable feelings, and how much of it was his own desire to have sex with Tyrone. But he knew that he wanted Tyrone, and there wasn't anything he could do about it.

He stayed silent as he entered the villa and followed Tyrone into the bedroom.

"Take off your clothes," Tyrone ordered. "I want to see you naked."

Max did as he was told, feeling a little humiliated to be stripping in front of Tyrone. But it didn't matter, all that mattered was getting some release for his raging hardon. He stood there awkwardly, his cock throbbing painfully as Tyrone looked him up and down with hungry eyes.

"Get on the bed," Tyrone commanded. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."

Max climbed onto the big soft bed, feeling like a rag doll in Tyrone's strong hands. He spread his legs wide open for Tyrone, inviting him to take what he wanted. Tyrone smiled and then kissed Max deeply, his tongue exploring his mouth as his hands gripped Max's ass cheeks.

Max moaned into Tyrone's mouth, begging him to hurry up and fuck him. He was so horny that he didn't care about the kiss or even about Tyrone's skill; he just wanted to cum.

Tyrone positioned himself between Max's legs and spit on his cock before wrapping his hand around it. He started to stroke Max slowly, making him writhe in frustration. Then he suddenly pressed his cock against Max's tight hole and pushed forward without warning.

Max cried out as he felt Tyrone's thick cock stretching him open. It hurt a little at first, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure of having Tyrone inside him. He reached down and started to stroke himself while Tyrone began to fuck him for all he was worth.

The bed creaked loudly as Tyrone pounded into Max's ass. His big hands gripped Max's hips tightly, holding him in place as he thrust over and over again. Each time Tyrone bottomed out inside of him, Max felt like his insides were being rearranged. It was a little painful but it also felt so good.

Tyrone's grunts filled the bedroom as he got closer and closer to cumming. He began to fuck Max harder and faster, making him cry out louder and louder. Then Tyrone's cock twitched inside of him and he felt hot cum filling his ass.

"Fuck yes," Tyrone groaned, holding still for a moment as he emptied his balls into Max. "You're such a good fuck."

Max was too busy recovering from his own orgasm to reply. He could feel Tyrone's hot cum leaking out of his ass as he lay on the bed panting. He felt completely empty and satisfied after finally having sex with Tyrone.

After a few moments, Tyrone rolled off of Max and got up to get dressed. He smiled down at Max as he put on his clothes. "That was fun," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Max nodded weakly, his body still trembling from the intense fuck he had just received. Tyrone laid down next to Max, panting heavily. Max turned to the side, resting his head on Tyrone's sweaty chest and quickly drifted off to sleep from exhaustion.

---

The next morning he woke up to sounds of running water and the sight of Tyrone no longer next to him on the bed.

As Max walked into the bathroom, he saw that Tyrone was already there, standing naked in front of the sink. He was brushing his teeth and didn't notice Max enter. Max felt a little thrill at catching Tyrone in such a private moment. He moved closer to Tyrone, watching him as he brushed his teeth.

"Hey," Tyrone said, spitting into the sink after finishing with the toothpaste.

He turned around to see Max standing behind him. He smiled when he saw that Max was still naked from their night together.

"Good morning," Max said, moving closer to Tyrone until their bodies were pressed against each other. He reached around and began to stroke Tyrone's cock through his wet hair.

Tyrone groaned softly as Max's hand moved up and down his shaft. "What do you want this morning?" he asked huskily.

"I just wanted to wake you up properly," Max replied, leaning in to kiss Tyrone's neck. He continued to stroke Tyrone's hardening cock while kissing and licking his neck and chest.

Tyrone reached down to grab the shampoo from the shower cabin, but Max grabbed his hand before he could reach it. "I don't think you need any shampoo," Max said with a mischievous grin. He began to suck on Tyrone's hard nipples, making him groan even louder.

"Fuck... I need a shower," Tyrone panted. He stepped back from Max and turned around to face the shower cabin. "Join me."

Max followed Tyrone into the large shower cabin. It was steamy from the hot water that was falling from the shower head. Tyrone had already lathered up his body, making it slick and shiny. He leaned against the wall of the shower, waiting for Max to join him.

Max stepped closer to Tyrone, pressing his naked body against his. He reached down and began to stroke Tyrone's hard cock, feeling its hot length in his hand.

"Mmm... That feels good," Tyrone groaned.

Max leaned up and kissed him passionately, their tongues dancing together in their mouths. As they made out, Max continued to stroke Tyrone's cock until it was throbbing in his hand.

After a few minutes of making out, Max knelt down in front of Tyrone. He took his cock into his mouth and began to suck on it, gently at first but then with increasing intensity. He used one hand to stroke the base of Tyrone's cock while he sucked on the tip.

"Oh fuck... That feels so good," Tyrone moaned. He put his hands on Max's head, guiding him as he bobbed up and down on his cock.

Max could feel Tyrone's hot cum beginning to flow into his mouth. He sucked harder, trying to coax as much of it out of Tyrone as possible. When Tyrone finally came, he groaned loudly while Max gulped down his load.

After Tyrone had finished cumming, Max stood up and kissed him again. They continued to make out for a few more minutes before Max stepped back to rinse off. He felt refreshed and ready for another day of training after the steamy shower session with Tyrone.

As they stepped out of the bathroom, Tyrone noticed that their clothes were neatly folded on the bed. He smiled at Max and said, "I guess you're ready to go then?"

Max nodded, feeling a little sad to be leaving so soon after such an intimate moment in the shower. He followed Tyrone out of the villa and they headed to the gym for another day of training.

---

For the next week, Max spent most of his time at the gym being trained by Tyrone. He had never been in such good shape before and was enjoying the feeling of his muscles growing and becoming stronger.

Tyrone complimented him on his progress every day, telling him that he was making fast improvements. He said that with a few more weeks of training, Max would be ready to do his first real battle.

Max was excited at the prospect of finally fighting and the immense pleasure it would bring him.

"Fuck babe, you look so hot now." Tyrone said, looking at Max with hungry eyes.

"You remember when you first came here?" he started, "look at you know" he continued.

Tyrone grabbed onto Max's arms who flexed them in response.

"Like what you see?" Max said with a cocky smirk

"I do" Tyrone replied as he groped Max's pecs.

"Don't be shy" Max egged him on as he lead Tyrone's hands down into his boxing shorts.

"Show me how much you like my body"

Tyrone smiled and pushed Max down onto his bed.

"Fuck babe, you're so-"

"Ssh..." Tyrone signaled, sealing Max's mouth with his lips as he passionately kissed him.

Max moaned into Tyrone's mouth as their tongues danced together in each other's mouths. He felt like he was melting under Tyrone's touch.

As they made out on the bed, Tyrone began to kiss his way down Max's body, moving from his mouth, to his chest, and then lower to his stomach. He kissed all over Max's body, leaving him feeling hot and wanting more.

When Tyrone reached Max's boxing shorts, he undid the button and pulled them down along with his underwear. His hard cock sprang up, bobbing in the air as Tyrone stared at it hungrily.

"You're so fucking hot," Tyrone said, before positioning his ass, ready to take Max's cock.

He slowly lowered himself down onto Max's cock, feeling it slide into his tight hole. He groaned in pleasure as he took more and more of Max's huge cock inside of him. When he finally bottomed out, he sat there for a moment, enjoying the fullness that came from being filled up completely.

Then he started to ride Max, bouncing up and down on his cock. He reached down and began to stroke his own dick as he fucked Max.

Max felt like he was in heaven. Tyrone's tight ass felt amazing as it slid up and down his cock. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming each time Tyrone took his entire length inside of him.

"Fuck babe, you're so tight," Max groaned.

Tyrone smiled at Max, his eyes filled with desire and lust. He began to fuck him even faster, moving his ass up and down quickly on Max's cock.

Max reached up and grabbed Tyrone's hair, pulling him close to him so that they were chest-to-chest. He kissed him passionately, their tongues tangling together in a hot embrace.

Tyrone moaned into Max's mouth as he continued to fuck his cock. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming.

Suddenly, Tyrone's eyes widened and he let out a long groan as he came on Max's chest. His ass tightened around Max's cock, milking it until he finally came too.

"Fuck babe," Max said, panting heavily after his own orgasm had subsided. "That was amazing."

---

Max woke up with a groan, feeling like he had just had the best dream ever. As he opened his eyes, he realized that it wasn't a dream after all. Tyrone was still naked and lying next to him on the bed. He smiled at Max as if to say "thank you" for last night before getting up to get dressed.

Max looked down at himself and noticed that he was wearing his red shorts again. It felt weird to be wearing them after all this time in Tyrone's villa, but it was a sign that he was ready to fight his first real opponent.

"Hey babe," Tyrone said, coming back over to the bed after getting dressed. "You ready for your first battle?"

Max nodded, feeling a little nervous but mostly excited. He had been training hard for this day and was now just one step away of becoming a full-fledged fighter.

"Let's go"

---

Max and Tyrone arrived at the arena, which was packed with people cheering for the upcoming fight. Max felt a surge of adrenaline rush through him as he stepped into the ring, looking at his opponent.

His opponent was a muscular guy in a leather chest piece and a loincloth. He had scars on his face and arms, making him look like a true warrior.

"Ready to get your ass kicked?" Max taunted, feeling confident that he could win the fight.

The opponent grinned at Max, then nodded to signal that he was ready to start. The bell rang and the two of them began to circle the ring, sizing each other up.

Max saw an opening in his opponent's defenses and lunged forward with a flying tackle. He hit his opponent square in the chest and sent him flying back into the ropes. His world stood still as an immense wave of pleasure hit Max. He had gotten used to the effects of the curse when sparring but this was the first time experiencing the real deal.

Time continued as the crowd cheered loudly as Max stood valiantly over his downed opponent.

"What a great first round," Tyrone said, slapping Max on the back. "You've got this, babe."

Max grinned at Tyrone, feeling like a million bucks. He turned to face his opponent again and saw him getting up and ready to fight once more.

"Ready for round two?" Max asked, looking even more smug now.

The opponent lunged forward with an uppercut, but Max ducked under the attack. He then kicked his opponent in the thighs, sending him to the ground. The crowd cheered again as Max stood over his defeated opponent.

"And the winner is... MAX!" the announcer declared, raising Max's hand into the air.

Max felt like a million bucks as he basked in the cheers of the crowd. He had won his first fight and was on his way to becoming a true experienced fighter.

"So, what's next?" Max asked, eagerly looking forward to the next round of battles; to the next wave of pleasure.

Tyrone smiled at Max, "I know first-hand the pleasure of a first real battle but you've got take a break for today and enjoy your victory. Tomorrow will find someone else again to battle, for now let's take a break."

"I know something else we could do for the rest of the day" Tyrone said.

Max didn't even have to ask what he meant. A tent had already started forming in his shorts long before he had a chance to finish his session.

What would happen next is another yet another round, though this time in a different place and different setting.

---

Max had lost count of how long he had been living in this new world. He was enjoying his time here with his boyfriend Tyrone. They both spent most of their days either fighting, fucking or training for the next fight.

Max had recently started his first week in the arena and it had gone well. He had won every fight and got a lot of points. The second week wasn't as lucky. Max had lost half his fights which meant he had to wait another two weeks before he could challenge for the top spot again.

During those two weeks, Max and Tyrone spent their time either fucking or training hard in the gym. When they weren't doing one of those two things they were relaxing at home, cuddling on the bed naked or watching some TV in the living room. They had gotten into a routine of sorts, which Max enjoyed immensely.

Max couldn't believe that he was now a muscular stud in this new world and with his hot boyfriend to boot. He had been transported here against his will and was practically forced to fight every day but at least he had Tyrone to keep him company.

A lot had happened in a short span of time but he had not lamented it at all. His old life that he had back when he entered the arcade is now gone.

Now he enjoyed a simple life together with his new boyfriend in a world where the only that matters is to fight.