07-29-2020, 05:48 PM
The crowd roared as the two fighers slugged it out in the center of the ring. The cage fight itself was surrounded by seedy gamblers, cheering on for one fighter or the other in a dark, smoke-filled hall that smelled of alcohol and sweat. It was a bare-knuckled fight taken to the extreme where the fighters were completely naked, man to man, standing off against each other in the ring with not even fight shorts to hide under.
Ivan fought hard, knowing his owner was in the back seats looking to collect a fat check. He had been instructed to fight hard, but to throw the fight at the end, but Ivan knew he wasn't giving in to that shit.
As the final round came to the end, Ivan's boss was watching on in angst, getting angrier and angier as the last couple of minutes of the fight ticked away. Ivan's dick began to swell with the rage and lust for the fight as it bounced between his legs. Just this sight alone pushed the crowd even further, as it was a sign that the fighter was riding high on the thrill of the fight. With a final blow, Ivan landed a solid left uppercut to his opponents hard belly, followed by a hard right hook that knocked his opponent onto the ground. The ref stepped in and stopped the fight just seconds before the final bell rang.
The crowd jumped to their feet and launched into an uproar as Ivan cheered victoriously, defiantly, and soaked up the adoration of the crowd, his large, proud cock now standing firmly at attention. Ivan let the lust of the fight overcome him as he stared out into the crowd, celebrating his win. His lean, muscled body glistened with slick sweat and his nose slightly bloodied.
Ivan
The owner of the opposing fighter chuckled sinisterly as he looked over at Ivan's boss and laughed at his misfortune... "Aaaaah, looks like your boy doesn't know how to listen, eh Sergey?"
Ivan's owner was fucking pissed. He knew how to deal with fighters that didn't do as they were told, and he intended to make sure he sent a message to any other fighter who might be thinking of doing the same...
He cursed under his breath as he reached under his chair to pull out his crossbolt, loaded and ready-to-go with a 12 inch bolt - a thin, wooden shaft with a nail-tipped point, with hand-made feathering at the other end. He lurched toward the ring, and once he was close enough, he aimed the crossbolt at Ivan and pulled the trigger.
The bolt quickly zipped off the gun, flew right into the ring and punched right into Ivan's belly, a pefect shot right through his navel. It punched in about 6 inches deep and firmly planted itself in his stomach. "Unnnnnngh!" Ivan instinctively grunted a deep belly grunt and hunched over slightly as the force of the bolt punched him in the gut. He winced and slowly glanced down at the shaft sticking from his stomach and quickly realized what happened. He knew he was now paying the price for his failure to obey. After a second or two, the sharp pain of the bolt in his belly combined with a deep ache set in, and he could feel the full 6 inches of the firm shaft stuck inside him.
"Whoa! Well at least you know how to make your boys suffer, Sergey..." said the other fighter's owner. Indeed, Sergey looked on as he watched the young fighter come to grips with the weapon inside him, and he was slightly satisfied to know that the boy would be in pain on his way out. A perfect example, for sure.
Ivan didn't wanna go down. If anything, his last act of defiance was to not give his owner any pleasure. He dug deep down, and instead of going to his knees, he stood up straight, took his hands off the shaft in his belly and flexed his left arm in proud defiance. This seemed to win the affection of the crowd, and their cheers helped drive him on as he stood defiantly staring out into their faces. The adam's apple on his muscled, sweaty neck bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard to fight through the pain in his stomach.
"Fuck this..." Sergey said, and he glared at the other fighter's owner. "Tell your boy to take him from behind..."
With that, the other fighter's owner nodded to one of the ringside coaches, and he then wispered to someone else. The other fighter, finally stirring and awake from his knockout, heard his instructions and understood them clearly. He began to stare steadily at Ivan, the testosterone-driven lust for at least some kind of victory flooded through him and drove his cock to swell. He got to his feet and sauntered off towards Ivan who still stood defiantly in the center of the ring. Again, the crowd broke out in jeers and cheers.
The Other Fighter
The other fighter stood behind Ivan, his cock now fulled erect, and pressed his vertical dick into Ivan's firm, sweaty ass-crack, and he took his right hand, slid it around to the front of Ivan and placed it firmly on Ivan's ubber abs, pulling him tight and close. He ground his cock in between Ivan's ass as he felt it slipping in between his cheeks, getting gripped from Ivan's muscled ass. Ivan felt the muscled warrior behind him, but he did not flinch.
The other fighter cocked his head slightly and put his face into the side of Ivan's sweaty neck and bit down on it. Again, Ivan did not flinch, his bicep remained flexed, his cock still standing fully erect.
After a moment or two, the fighter behind Ivan pulled his hip back ever so slightly. His hard cock flopped down just a bit to skillfully find the entrance to Ivan's hole, and with slow, intentional force, slid his thick, sweat-soaked cock inside of Ivan. Ivan grunted as he felt the hard fighter's cock head slowly enter... felt the tip of his cock slowly penetrate... felt the thick shaft fill up his insides, inch by inch, until it finally came to rest. Even with the pain of the shaft in his belly, he could feel the figther's sweaty pubic hairs on his ass cheeks, and his own loins tingled with ecstasy at the sensation. An enormous wad of precum seeped from the tip of Ivan's cock, and it seemed as though his knees might give out. The fighter behind him tightned his grip on Ivan's belly, pushing in on his muscled abs even tighter, and helped hold him in place.
Ivan knew he wouldn't last long, but in his final act of defiance, he wanted to show the crowd he was fucking tough, and show his owner that he never gave in. He slowly move his right hand down to the shaft sticking from his belly and slowly, methodically gripped the end of the shaft with a firm fist. His belly heaved as he took a deep breath, the stud behind him still unaware of what was happening. Ivan stared out into the crowd, never flinching, and slowly began pulling the shaft of the weapon deeper into his gut. He grunted a deep grunt, and the fighter behind him could feel the grunting through the hand that was holding onto Ivan's abs. The sensation of the grunting and the roar of the crowd forced him to look up from his own ecstasy and take in what the fighter in front of him was doing.
Ivan continued to grunt deeply as the shaft slid slowly deeper inside him. The fighter behind him felt his lust surge as he saw the stud he was inside of dig deep down and show the crowd how tough he was. He slipped his sweaty cock inside of Ivan's ass by pushing in on his muscled ass cheeks, and while his dick didn't go in that much further, it was enough to send a surge of pleasure through his balls and, as it moved inside of Ivan, gave him pleasure as well. Again, the fighter slowly plunged out and inside of Ivan, deeply Ivan grunted, as he pulled the shaft further into him. The sharp pain of the point of the weapon poking inside, he winced and grunted and dealt with the pleasure all in one flooding cascade of overwhelming sensation.
The explosion of pleasure reached its climax when Ivan winced and grunted as his fist, pulling in on the shaft, finally met his muscled, sweaty belly, and could go in no further. His final deep grunt turned to a borderline cry-out, as the fighter behind him could contain himself no longer. A gushing flood of seed erupted from his cock and planted inside of Ivan, and as Ivan felt the fighter's surging cock inside him, his own dick erupted a large shot of cum - without even being touched - and the warm, drapy fluid shot out of the tip of his dick in surge after surge as it finally drained itself.
Within a few seconds, Ivan could stand no longer, and his knees gave out. The fighter behind him, now fully drained, defiantly let the sweaty warrior slip from his grasp, and Ivan collapsed to the floor, falling off of the man's cock as he did so. It bounced back to full attention, still fully hard even after having spent its load. Ivan fell slightly onto the shaft of the weapon, poking itself one last time far enough into his gut to touch his spine as he grunted and collapsed on the ground, still writing from the pain and ecstasy, the life slowly and painfully ebbing from his body.
The crowd roared. The remaining fighter cheered and stood victorious in a double bicep pose.
The fight was over.
Ivan fought hard, knowing his owner was in the back seats looking to collect a fat check. He had been instructed to fight hard, but to throw the fight at the end, but Ivan knew he wasn't giving in to that shit.
As the final round came to the end, Ivan's boss was watching on in angst, getting angrier and angier as the last couple of minutes of the fight ticked away. Ivan's dick began to swell with the rage and lust for the fight as it bounced between his legs. Just this sight alone pushed the crowd even further, as it was a sign that the fighter was riding high on the thrill of the fight. With a final blow, Ivan landed a solid left uppercut to his opponents hard belly, followed by a hard right hook that knocked his opponent onto the ground. The ref stepped in and stopped the fight just seconds before the final bell rang.
The crowd jumped to their feet and launched into an uproar as Ivan cheered victoriously, defiantly, and soaked up the adoration of the crowd, his large, proud cock now standing firmly at attention. Ivan let the lust of the fight overcome him as he stared out into the crowd, celebrating his win. His lean, muscled body glistened with slick sweat and his nose slightly bloodied.
Ivan
The owner of the opposing fighter chuckled sinisterly as he looked over at Ivan's boss and laughed at his misfortune... "Aaaaah, looks like your boy doesn't know how to listen, eh Sergey?"
Ivan's owner was fucking pissed. He knew how to deal with fighters that didn't do as they were told, and he intended to make sure he sent a message to any other fighter who might be thinking of doing the same...
He cursed under his breath as he reached under his chair to pull out his crossbolt, loaded and ready-to-go with a 12 inch bolt - a thin, wooden shaft with a nail-tipped point, with hand-made feathering at the other end. He lurched toward the ring, and once he was close enough, he aimed the crossbolt at Ivan and pulled the trigger.
The bolt quickly zipped off the gun, flew right into the ring and punched right into Ivan's belly, a pefect shot right through his navel. It punched in about 6 inches deep and firmly planted itself in his stomach. "Unnnnnngh!" Ivan instinctively grunted a deep belly grunt and hunched over slightly as the force of the bolt punched him in the gut. He winced and slowly glanced down at the shaft sticking from his stomach and quickly realized what happened. He knew he was now paying the price for his failure to obey. After a second or two, the sharp pain of the bolt in his belly combined with a deep ache set in, and he could feel the full 6 inches of the firm shaft stuck inside him.
"Whoa! Well at least you know how to make your boys suffer, Sergey..." said the other fighter's owner. Indeed, Sergey looked on as he watched the young fighter come to grips with the weapon inside him, and he was slightly satisfied to know that the boy would be in pain on his way out. A perfect example, for sure.
Ivan didn't wanna go down. If anything, his last act of defiance was to not give his owner any pleasure. He dug deep down, and instead of going to his knees, he stood up straight, took his hands off the shaft in his belly and flexed his left arm in proud defiance. This seemed to win the affection of the crowd, and their cheers helped drive him on as he stood defiantly staring out into their faces. The adam's apple on his muscled, sweaty neck bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard to fight through the pain in his stomach.
"Fuck this..." Sergey said, and he glared at the other fighter's owner. "Tell your boy to take him from behind..."
With that, the other fighter's owner nodded to one of the ringside coaches, and he then wispered to someone else. The other fighter, finally stirring and awake from his knockout, heard his instructions and understood them clearly. He began to stare steadily at Ivan, the testosterone-driven lust for at least some kind of victory flooded through him and drove his cock to swell. He got to his feet and sauntered off towards Ivan who still stood defiantly in the center of the ring. Again, the crowd broke out in jeers and cheers.
The Other Fighter
The other fighter stood behind Ivan, his cock now fulled erect, and pressed his vertical dick into Ivan's firm, sweaty ass-crack, and he took his right hand, slid it around to the front of Ivan and placed it firmly on Ivan's ubber abs, pulling him tight and close. He ground his cock in between Ivan's ass as he felt it slipping in between his cheeks, getting gripped from Ivan's muscled ass. Ivan felt the muscled warrior behind him, but he did not flinch.
The other fighter cocked his head slightly and put his face into the side of Ivan's sweaty neck and bit down on it. Again, Ivan did not flinch, his bicep remained flexed, his cock still standing fully erect.
After a moment or two, the fighter behind Ivan pulled his hip back ever so slightly. His hard cock flopped down just a bit to skillfully find the entrance to Ivan's hole, and with slow, intentional force, slid his thick, sweat-soaked cock inside of Ivan. Ivan grunted as he felt the hard fighter's cock head slowly enter... felt the tip of his cock slowly penetrate... felt the thick shaft fill up his insides, inch by inch, until it finally came to rest. Even with the pain of the shaft in his belly, he could feel the figther's sweaty pubic hairs on his ass cheeks, and his own loins tingled with ecstasy at the sensation. An enormous wad of precum seeped from the tip of Ivan's cock, and it seemed as though his knees might give out. The fighter behind him tightned his grip on Ivan's belly, pushing in on his muscled abs even tighter, and helped hold him in place.
Ivan knew he wouldn't last long, but in his final act of defiance, he wanted to show the crowd he was fucking tough, and show his owner that he never gave in. He slowly move his right hand down to the shaft sticking from his belly and slowly, methodically gripped the end of the shaft with a firm fist. His belly heaved as he took a deep breath, the stud behind him still unaware of what was happening. Ivan stared out into the crowd, never flinching, and slowly began pulling the shaft of the weapon deeper into his gut. He grunted a deep grunt, and the fighter behind him could feel the grunting through the hand that was holding onto Ivan's abs. The sensation of the grunting and the roar of the crowd forced him to look up from his own ecstasy and take in what the fighter in front of him was doing.
Ivan continued to grunt deeply as the shaft slid slowly deeper inside him. The fighter behind him felt his lust surge as he saw the stud he was inside of dig deep down and show the crowd how tough he was. He slipped his sweaty cock inside of Ivan's ass by pushing in on his muscled ass cheeks, and while his dick didn't go in that much further, it was enough to send a surge of pleasure through his balls and, as it moved inside of Ivan, gave him pleasure as well. Again, the fighter slowly plunged out and inside of Ivan, deeply Ivan grunted, as he pulled the shaft further into him. The sharp pain of the point of the weapon poking inside, he winced and grunted and dealt with the pleasure all in one flooding cascade of overwhelming sensation.
The explosion of pleasure reached its climax when Ivan winced and grunted as his fist, pulling in on the shaft, finally met his muscled, sweaty belly, and could go in no further. His final deep grunt turned to a borderline cry-out, as the fighter behind him could contain himself no longer. A gushing flood of seed erupted from his cock and planted inside of Ivan, and as Ivan felt the fighter's surging cock inside him, his own dick erupted a large shot of cum - without even being touched - and the warm, drapy fluid shot out of the tip of his dick in surge after surge as it finally drained itself.
Within a few seconds, Ivan could stand no longer, and his knees gave out. The fighter behind him, now fully drained, defiantly let the sweaty warrior slip from his grasp, and Ivan collapsed to the floor, falling off of the man's cock as he did so. It bounced back to full attention, still fully hard even after having spent its load. Ivan fell slightly onto the shaft of the weapon, poking itself one last time far enough into his gut to touch his spine as he grunted and collapsed on the ground, still writing from the pain and ecstasy, the life slowly and painfully ebbing from his body.
The crowd roared. The remaining fighter cheered and stood victorious in a double bicep pose.
The fight was over.
