Logan sat up, staring to the cage door. It was early, probably about breakfast time. He shook his brother's shoulder lightly, "You awake Victor?"
"Yeah," the elder jolted up with realization. Their patlet was soaked through to the cement floor, "Oh sh*t…"
"Wet," Jimmy sighed. He knew they were wet before he had woken his brother.
They were actually pretty fortunate. They made it the better part of a week before the inevitable happened. And it was both of them. It was way too much volume for just one of them.
"What are we gonna do?" the younger looked about.
Vic bit the inside of his cheek as he attempted to think, "Take your clothes off," he quickly slipped from his nightwear. Logan nodded and got undressed, handing them off to his brother who wrapped it all up in the blankets before grabbing their toilet bucket and dumping the water onto the items.
The water was clean as they'd been allowed to use the restroom most of the day. And when they didn't they peed directly into the funnel that lead outside and would pour water down atop of it.
Victor took the towel and soap, cleaning his brother with the actual wash bowl they were given.
"Morning food," one of the servants walked over with their tray of food, "It stinks in here," he muttered, "Where...are your clothes?"
"They were soaked in sweat," Logan commented as he washed his brother's back.
"I'll inform the master that you two need your clothes cleaned are in need of more water," he pushed the tray into the room with them and quickly scurried off.
Victor sighed as he meddled with the suds on his knees, "I miss our bathtub. Remember how we could both fit in it. And we'd boil the water and it would be lovely."
Logan laughed some, "I remember coffee. I even miss your dry strudel you'd make on Sunday."
"Ow!" Victor grabbed his chest and looked to his brother hurt, "Well excuse me, I thought you liked them!"
"I do. They're still dry though," he shrugged.
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"Master?" The servant bowed his head to the giant.
Bar looked to him from his seat and huffed impatiently at being bothered, "Speak Ior."
"Your fighters are in need of more water for bathing and their clothes and blankets need to be washed."
"Why would they need new clothes and blankets?" he scoffed.
"I've returned from their holding area. It's very dank, even in the hall leading to them."
The man muttered something and German and waved his servant off, "Fine, I'll accompany you to gather and wash the items. First I'll have to get them some clothes."
"Yes master," the meek man nodded and started off back to the holding area.
x
"It smells like death down here," Bar covered his nose.
"They have fought for days, master. Sweat and body odor would be prevalent."
He sighed and walked to the holding area, "Perhaps a larger basin of water is in order for bathing." He looked in as the mutants had used all the water for bathing and were sitting in the nude, quietly eating.
"Still covered in soap, my pets," he unlocked the door and walked in ahead of the servant, dumping a bucket of water on them both, getting majority of the suds off, "Nice and clean."
The brothers shook and glared to the man.
"I found you some clothing to keep your vulgar body members covered, especially in my presence," he tossed the clothes on them, "Ior is going to clean you other items so after tonight's fight you'll be able to sleep properly."
"How the h3ll many fights do you expect us to do? We've done seven already in just five days."
"You can count," he smiled, "Animals love to fight. Cover yourselves and eat." he took the tray and left, "Smells like an alley in here."
Victor glared at the German as he left, "He's talking about smell and he smells like a cheap date."
Logan snickered at his brother's comment before pulling the shirt and pants on, "These clothes don't smell much better."
X
Victor held his stomach at the punch he received. It really, really hurt and he just wasn't in the mood to fight. This was his sixth fight of the night. He took that as a moment to just lay on the ground, not like Barqee could threaten to not pay him.
"Get up! You're not hurt!" the German demanded as Victor lay there, "Up!"
"He's been down thirty seconds. He's out," the referee called.
"Looks like you owe me a card," a man smirked smugly to Barqee.
He glared to him, then Victor as he was pulled from the pit, "Seems I do," he reached and handed him one of many.
Logan rushed to Victor's side, "You ok?"
"Just tired, " the elder nodded, "In need of a nap."
"You," Barqee grabbed Victor by the collar and yanking him high off his feet, "You beast!" he slapped him across the face, "Do you know what you have cost me?!"
"Surely not your freedom," the mutant glared at him, that slap not helping his already swollen cheek.
The giant growled and hit him again, violently shaking him.
"You get offa him!" Logan jumped on his arm, kicking and clawing at him to release his brother.
Barqee, using his size against him, tossed Logan into the pit onto his face, "Fight and win or you-" he gasped, crumbling forward. Victor's foot had slammed headlong into his genitals.
The giant bit his lip and held his member before recomposing himself, "You," he squeezed Victor's throat, "Have made an unwise decision."