Note: This story not passed any moderation (review is pending). Please report it if it violates our rules or contain any prohibited content. All posted stories are fiction!

Author:

The next three days went as usual, working in the pit, then training with Kwaku. Kwaku and I both were pleased with my progress, and he said most of our time in the future would be just wrestling. He said I just needed practice now, that he had taught and trained me as far as possible.
Saturday evening at dinner, Orsty told Araway that he and I would be gone most of the following day. He told Araway we would be visiting the wrestling arena in the neighboring town. Araway said he didn’t see what we found so interesting, and said someday he may have to go and see what it’s all about.
The next morning after breakfast, I joined Orsty for our trip. We drove for a little over two hours, and arrived in the neighboring town close to 11:30. Orsty drove to the cafe, where we have eaten in the past, and we ordered lunch. I told Orsty I wasn’t hungry and just snacked, while he had a big lunch. When Orsty went to the restroom, I ordered two sandwiches to go and hid them under the truck seat.
We drove to the arena, and I had Orsty park so we could observe the back door. I told him I wanted to see how the slaves were delivered, and he wanted to know why. I didn’t have to answer that question, because a truck pulled up to the back door. We watched as the driver got out and went to the passenger side, he then helped his naked slave, who’s hands were shackled behind his back, out of the truck and into the building. The owner came back out and drove his truck and parked just across from us. There were about a dozen trucks parked in that area.
We watched as another truck arrived, and watched the driver take his naked wrestler inside. He then parked across from us with the other truck that we had watched. Orsty said it was time to park out front and go inside. I talked him into driving to the back door, so I could take a peak inside.
He pulled to the back door and I hopped out, I quickly stripped naked. I threw a set of wrist restraints to Orsty and told him to put them on me. I told him I wanted him to enter me as his slave, but he kept saying that wouldn’t work. I insisted and put my hand behind my back, pointing out others would be coming, so he attached the shackles.
As we went in the door he kept saying they won’t believe us, but I pointed out I still had the slave brand on my ass. The guard at the door directed Orsty to a counter, where he could register his slave. The guy at the counter gave us a funny look, and the guard behind us told him I was branded. Orsty was handed a registration form to fill out, and the guy told Orsty to write WHITE above the word SLAVE. Orsty was listed as my owner, and I was register as his slave Zac. My height and weight were added to the form as I was measured by another man.
Orsty was told to keep my registration in his truck, that it might be needed later. A stamp containing my registration was applied to my left ass cheek. It was a little bit hot, and was held on my ass for a few minutes. They told Orsty the number would last for months, and wouldn’t come off without their remover.
Orsty gave them the key to my wrist shack, and was told to park his truck. I was taken to a holding cage, where a shock collar was locked around my neck, and the wrist shackle was removed. I was told to sit on the bench, not to talk, and wait until I was taken to the ring.
Orsty parked his truck and came back, and was then directed to the owner’s seating area. He then talked with the other owners, and was talked into joining their betting pool. He put money in the pool, and every time I won he got a portion back. At the end when the champion is decided, the remaining money in the pool goes to the champion’s owner.
I sat there in the holding cage waiting for the matches to start. I heard the referee announce the matches were ready to begin, and a man came and chose two wrestler for the first match.