08-23-2019, 06:56 PM
Hey guys,
Here is part one on a story i wrote.
Because the fight is bare handed, I don't know where to post it on the forum.
This is Part One setting the scene for the incoming death match
If anyone interested, I'll post Part 2.
Just met me know.
--> FIGHT ISLAND PART ONE: THE SETTING
Fight Island is a private island located in the Carribeans.
Fight Island is a gay resort for wealthy mature men who fantasize about jocks, wrestlers and gladiators.
His owner never discloses any personal information about himself and his wealthy patrons.
His name is a well-kept secret, and he's simply called "The Boss".
He looks approximately 50, with a military background.
He keeps in shape, his abs are still chiseled.
He is really good looking, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
His hairs are graying on his temples, and he wears a grey beard.
Despite the high cost of paying a stable of 24 stud fighters and hustlers, an equal number of older servants,
12 youngsters’ apprentices
6 guardsmen, the Boss made large profits of his business.
He invested a large part of the profits on the Island.
The resort was very luxurious and very clean, with several outdoor pools, saunas, jacuzzis, fitness apparels were located in climate controlled gyms.
The resort was adorned with statues, life-size copies of ancient Greek and Italian renaissance artworks, always male, always nude, including some groups of wrestlers and fighters.
It was an expensive gay wrestling paradise, and patrons paid all-inclusive week stays.
The wealthy stayed two weeks or more.
To accommodate his guests and make extra money, The Boss holds a stable of young stud fighters, mercenaries he hires all around the world.
Their duty mostly consists in fighting and having gay sex with other men.
The Boss establishes a few rules:
First, no weapon at all is allowed on the Island, for fighters and patrons as well.
Second, no female at all enters Fight Island.
Servants are youngsters or older males, former fighters unable to wrestle anymore and unattractive to clients.
Third, no sex between fighters out of the arena.
"You guys have to spare your load for clients" the Boss uses to say.
But this last rule is frequently broken...
A stable of young muscular gay stallions living together always naked, working out and wrestling is high on testosterone.
At night, horny restless studs have trouble sleeping.
Noises of fucking men can be heard in isolated forest glades every night.
The Boss is aware of it.
But the rule being not openly broken, he forgives the boys releasing excess steam as long as they stay discreet...
The Boss had one rule he never broke that applied to himself.
Though gay himself, he never had sex with his employees.
There were two types of matches on Fight Island:
First, wrestling matches were commonplace.
At least two a day, but only the evening match ended in the public fucking of the loser.
"You'll fight for top, you'll beg to bottom" the Boss advertised on the Dark Net to prospective clients.
"Winner fucks and Loser sucks" was another slogan.
Free fight was less common.
Such fights involved kickboxing skills and elicited blood and bruises.
For this reason, there was only one free fight a week.
Patrons visited Fight Island mostly to watch naked athletes wrestling, fighting and fucking.
They paid extras for hiring an escort at night, fuck or get fucked.
The rest of the day, patrons sunbathed, exercised, attended wrestling classes, and socialized.
Sex between patrons was unregulated.
Some clients are fit enough to participate in wrestling matches.
Of course, the Boss orders his studs to keep nice with these daring clients, and eventually to let them having the upper hand.
It was always a good tactic, for these clients are always generous in the sex round that follows the wrestling match.
Fighters sign an agreement to wrestle and fight each other, mostly bare hand, always in the nude.
The fights are filmed for broadcast on pay-per-view gay channels.
Fighters agree also to fight "loser-get-fucked" matches on command.
They have also to accept having sex with customers as well for extra pay.
The final condition is Fight Island is secret.
The pay is fairly good according to the standard of soldiers of fortune.
Gary was openly gay.
He fought in Afghanistan and in Iraq.
He applied immediately when he discovered the hiring bid on the Dark Net.
This was the dream job.
Getting paid for practicing sport every day, wrestling, fighting and fucking looked like a dream come true.
The Boss auditioned Gary, asking him to strip entirely and was pleased by what he saw.
The Boss hires masculine stud fighters.
He avoids the large and burly ones, preferring young and handsome athletes.
He hires more hustlers than fighters.
They have first to please the clients.
Aged 25, Gary is 6.3 ft tall, 205 lbs of pure muscle, low body fat.
His physique displays perfectly proportionate chiseled muscles.
Broad shoulders and thick neck muscle of a wrestler, washboard abs, large flat pecs adorned by light fur, and a nice treasure trail of light blond hair to his large uncut cock, even when soft.
Born American of mixed European ancestry, Gary has blond hairs and sexy green eyes.
His face is that of a model cover boy.
His traits are symmetric, his brow is high and he displays sensuous lips.
Gary is a piece of art.
His back muscle is sculpted by exercise, his guns are nicely muscular and veiny when flexed.
He sports chiseled hairy legs and buttock, with huge low hanging balls.
With his warzone background and his curriculum
Gary fits exactly the Boss expectations on both sides.
He was offered a high wage and joined his stable of studs on Fight Island......
Three months later, Gary had proved his strength and fitness.
He had turned one of the Island most popular wrestler and hustler.
He made many friends among the other fighting studs.
He was short of being the Champion of Fight Island, but there was Mike.
Mike was a swarthy warrior, 6’5 tall, weighting 225 lbs.
Mike was very strong and muscular, with piercing blue eyes.
His face was ruggedly handsome, very masculine, with a square jaw and a shadow of beard, event when shaved.
Mike was also very well endowed, sporting an impressively long schlong that attracted more clients to him than to any other fighter on the Island.
Mike was the undefeated champion wrestler and free-style fighter.
He was rewarded with large privileges, including the right to reject a client if the latter is not at his liking.
This choice is denied to lesser hustlers, who are supposed to escort and service patrons for pay.
Basically, the Boss' staff is mere male prostitutes, except the Champion.
Mike used to humiliate losers and liked rough fucking his opponents in the ass at the outcome of the fight.
Soon, Gary discovered Mike fucked whoever he wanted in the ass.
Younger servants and handsome young fighters fitted his voracious appetite.
Mike noticed how handsome Gary was.
Mike was no romantic.
When a hunk caused a stir in his crotch, he satisfied his lust by rough fucking the guy sooner or later.
His huge fuck rod, 9" at full mast, tore his partners' ass in two.
The poor devil was in pain.
Few enjoyed the extra rough prostate massage.
Mike withdrew as soon he had shot his load, not caring whether his mate had climaxed or not.
A few days after Gary arrived on the Island, Mike caught him at unawares as he was showering.
Mike sneaked silently from behind.
He grasped Gary's cock, fondling his sizeable ball.
Mike softy whispered in Gary's ear:
"Hey cutie, wanna take a ride on my dong tonight?"
Gary’s fight training guided his moves.
He monkey-flipped Mike on his hip.
An unsuspecting Mike was taken at unawares.
Losing his balance, he crashed on the tiled floor.
Two other fighters witnessed the incident.
They laughed at Mike, who jumped to his feet.
They stopped laughing as Mike stared at them with a murderous glance.
Gary assumed a fighting stance, staring at Mike, saying nothing.
Mike lowered his gaze, seeing the determination in Gary's eyes.
He spat on the floor. "You'll pay for that" he said in a low, growling voice.
Gary made no response, but kept facing his aggressor, ready to everything.
Mike departed.
The two other guys congratulated Gary.
They were Will, a Ghanaian fighter, and Anton, a Cuban guy.
Every fighter in the stable was jealous of Mike.
As for Gary, his first wrestling match with Mike was a painful memory.
The Boss paired them a few days after the incident in the shower room.
It was a free fuck-fight.
Gary lost, and Mike manhandled him sadistically and fucked him hard in the ass.
Gary was a top, he shunned bottoming.
Mike violated his virgin sphincters and abused him in the most painful fuck of his life.
It was very humiliating to cry in front of an overexcited audience, cheering at the winner and mocking the poor Gary.
Gary hated Mike from this moment and swore to get revenge in a not so far future.
Gary exercised harder after this.
He never lost a wrestling match of a free fight after the fateful match with Gary.
He dreamt to take his revenge over his sworn enemy.
The Boss was making the pairing and decided who fight who and how.
He noticed the developing rivalry between his two star fighters.
He relished at it actually, and was making plans to derive a huge amount of money from it.
He started preparations in secret for his plan.
There was a multibillionaire Arab Prince who was gay in the closet, with extreme hard fantasies.
He attended Fight Island under cover.
As all clients and staff were nude at any time on the Island,
The Boss had no trouble protecting his clients' privacy.
Prince Amir was a regular and generous patron.
The Boss was informed of his secret gladiator fetish.
Prince Amir was dreaming to attend naked gladiator fights to the death.
Fight Island was the appropriate place to make his dream turn true.
The Island had a secret place known to only a handful of super-rich patrons ready to pay one million dollar to watch a real death match.
A huge cave was named "Hades Vault", and was used in rare occasions, as two fighters had to wager their life in a duel to the death.
Hades Vault has been used only three time since the foundation of Fight Island.
Three conditions were to be met for the organization of a death match.
The first condition was to provide two rival fighters ready to go at it to the finish, a 50% risk of death.
Mike and Gary provided one such match.
The second was to gather an attendance large enough to make a lot of money to compensate the loss of at least one champion fighter.
Last but not least, secrecy was required to protect this kind of criminal activity.
Fight Island was private, and the corrupt local government easy to bribe.
The event was publicized on highly private networks on the Dark Net only gay gladiators enthusiasts knew.
The Boss had to rely on a staff of a handful of entirely devoted guards to organize the fight and quietly dispose of the losers' corpse.
For this' the sharks of the lagoon were useful allies.
Fights in Hades Vault were filmed on every angle by a cloud of cameras placed all around and above the arena.
The film of the fight, the rape, and the execution of the wretched loser will be sold a very high price on the Dark Net.
After the fight had been scheduled and the very exclusive tickets sold, Prince Amir flew to Fight Island.
He came a couple of days in advance to meet the fighters and have sex with both of them prior of the duel.
Prince Amir was a 6.2' tall and handsome man in his late 30s.
He was lean and fit and sported nice chiseled muscles he exercised a lot.
Dark haired and dark eyed, his face displayed the typical Arab prominent nose.
He was furry, with long dark body hair, but except for abundant body hair, he was handsome and well proportioned.
The Prince was a total bottom. He craved to get pounded mercilessly in the ass.
He was unable to get hard and shoot his load except at two conditions:
Being brutally fucked, even fist-fucked was the first option.
His cock responded the pain in his ass and he got hard this way.
However, he climaxed not every time, when fucked.
It had to be long, hard and painful.
The top had to be very enduring, because the prince was slow to climax.
The second, and easiest way he climaxed was when he watched two naked men fighting for their lives.
The Prince jerked his hard cock during the fight and reached orgasm when one of the fighters was killed.
Sex with both gladiators before the duel was not only to get satisfaction, but to determine which the Prince’s favourite was.
Because the death matches were opportunities for high stake bets with other rich spectators.
The Boss greeted his marque guest, thinking to himself he just had now to pit Gary and Mike against each other.
It should be an easy task with such two cocky, arrogant bastards.
First, he arranged a date between the Prince and the Challenger, Gary.
The Boss explained in advance to Gary he had to service the Prince and his clients special taste.
The Boss had ordered Gary to restrain from having sex for two days before the date.
Gary liked the challenge, he wrestled his buddy black fighter named Will for the Prince during the banquet.
Will was an easy win, for he was no match for Gary, and the later already beat and fucked Will twice.
But the Boss banned Gary to fuck the loser this time.
He had to escort the Prince to his apartment and keep his seed for him.
The next day, as The Boss had breakfast with the Prince, the later told him how satisfied he had been with Gary.
Gary serviced the prince by fist-fucking him hard first, burying his arm to the elbow in His Majesty's innards.
Then Gary fucked the Prince in the ass in every possible position.
He took him doggy-style at first, then piledrived him on the carpet, and finished him missionary-style, stretching both Prince ankles on his shoulders.
This final stage helped him to shove his cock full length _which was 8 inches_ up Amir's ass.
Both men climaxed in cue after a long, hard, 20 min fuck.
The Prince sprayed his face with his own jizz as Gary unloaded in his ass.
After a long rest in Gary's arms, Amir sucked and rejuvenated the island stud.
Gary fucked the Prince in the ass for the second time. .
His embrace was tighter and his fuck was longer and harder than the first time, and the Prince climaxed a second time in the night.
The next day, The Boss ordered Mike to service Prince Amir.
Mike resented being ordered to restrain from having sex during the two previous days.
He was no longer used to obey The Boss.
He was angered when ordered to restrain from fucking Anton after his wrestling match too before to escort the Prince to his apartment.
The next morning, Prince Amir was upset.
He told The Boss that Mike performed poorly.
His fuck was hard and painful, and the Prince climaxed in 10 minutes.
But Mike did not accept to fist-fuck him, and left immediately after the fuck, not caring to make Amir climax twice.
For this reason, Amir will bet on the challenger instead of the Champion in the incoming death match.
The Boss relished in secret, for the Prince was usually a good judge of the ability of his studs.
Most spectators will place bets on the Champion.
The profits will be huge in case of the victory of the Challenger.
For this reason, The Boss will place his own bet on Gary.
The fight is scheduled in two days, but the contenders are not informed.
The Boss summons Mike. The Champion is surprised to see The Boss surrounded by six devout guards.
"You displeased Prince Amir last night." "What the fuck..." Mike replies.
The Boss cuts him sharply: "You failed!
You are no longer the Champion of Fight Island.
I cut your pay in half."
Mike stays mute in total disbelief.
"Gary performs much better. He satisfies the Prince." The Boss adds softly.
"I should make him the new Champion."
Mike bursts in anger. "I beat this fucker, I fucked him in the ass, I'm the Champion."
The Boss chuckles. 'This brute is hooked' he thinks.
"Prove your right, Champion!" he says loudly.
He pauses and adds: "Challenge Gary to a death match, and you will know which one is the Champion."
"I'll rip his head with my bare hands" Mike shouts.
"We shall see" the Boss answers coldly.
"Out of my sight!" he dismisses Mike and adds "You'll fight tomorrow night.
No sex allowed till the fight!"
The guards lock Mike in a cell, leaving him alone with exercise apparels.
The Boss summons Gary.
Gary is surprised to see The Boss surrounded by six guards.
"Prince Amir suggests me to make you the new Champion of Fight Island.
However, you have first to prove your valor."
The Boss pauses, savoring the puzzled look on Gary's face.
"How shall I prove my valor?" he asks?
"You have to defeat the current champion."
The Boss pauses. Gary stays silent.
"You will challenge Mike in a fight to the finish.
Two stallions enter the arena, only one stays alive.
Barehanded."
Gary's cock stirs at the prospect of a fight to the death.
His eyes flash at the mention of Mike.
He cannot wait to fight and kill the bastard who inflicted him the worst public humiliation of his life.
He still feels it in his aching asshole.
"When the fight will happens?"
"Tomorrow night. No sex until this, and no word to anyone."
The Boss orders Gary to be locked in an isolated cell with workout apparels.
The two fighters are well treated and well fed.
They are training hard in preparation of the fight of their life.
Here is part one on a story i wrote.
Because the fight is bare handed, I don't know where to post it on the forum.
This is Part One setting the scene for the incoming death match
If anyone interested, I'll post Part 2.
Just met me know.
--> FIGHT ISLAND PART ONE: THE SETTING
Fight Island is a private island located in the Carribeans.
Fight Island is a gay resort for wealthy mature men who fantasize about jocks, wrestlers and gladiators.
His owner never discloses any personal information about himself and his wealthy patrons.
His name is a well-kept secret, and he's simply called "The Boss".
He looks approximately 50, with a military background.
He keeps in shape, his abs are still chiseled.
He is really good looking, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
His hairs are graying on his temples, and he wears a grey beard.
Despite the high cost of paying a stable of 24 stud fighters and hustlers, an equal number of older servants,
12 youngsters’ apprentices
6 guardsmen, the Boss made large profits of his business.
He invested a large part of the profits on the Island.
The resort was very luxurious and very clean, with several outdoor pools, saunas, jacuzzis, fitness apparels were located in climate controlled gyms.
The resort was adorned with statues, life-size copies of ancient Greek and Italian renaissance artworks, always male, always nude, including some groups of wrestlers and fighters.
It was an expensive gay wrestling paradise, and patrons paid all-inclusive week stays.
The wealthy stayed two weeks or more.
To accommodate his guests and make extra money, The Boss holds a stable of young stud fighters, mercenaries he hires all around the world.
Their duty mostly consists in fighting and having gay sex with other men.
The Boss establishes a few rules:
First, no weapon at all is allowed on the Island, for fighters and patrons as well.
Second, no female at all enters Fight Island.
Servants are youngsters or older males, former fighters unable to wrestle anymore and unattractive to clients.
Third, no sex between fighters out of the arena.
"You guys have to spare your load for clients" the Boss uses to say.
But this last rule is frequently broken...
A stable of young muscular gay stallions living together always naked, working out and wrestling is high on testosterone.
At night, horny restless studs have trouble sleeping.
Noises of fucking men can be heard in isolated forest glades every night.
The Boss is aware of it.
But the rule being not openly broken, he forgives the boys releasing excess steam as long as they stay discreet...
The Boss had one rule he never broke that applied to himself.
Though gay himself, he never had sex with his employees.
There were two types of matches on Fight Island:
First, wrestling matches were commonplace.
At least two a day, but only the evening match ended in the public fucking of the loser.
"You'll fight for top, you'll beg to bottom" the Boss advertised on the Dark Net to prospective clients.
"Winner fucks and Loser sucks" was another slogan.
Free fight was less common.
Such fights involved kickboxing skills and elicited blood and bruises.
For this reason, there was only one free fight a week.
Patrons visited Fight Island mostly to watch naked athletes wrestling, fighting and fucking.
They paid extras for hiring an escort at night, fuck or get fucked.
The rest of the day, patrons sunbathed, exercised, attended wrestling classes, and socialized.
Sex between patrons was unregulated.
Some clients are fit enough to participate in wrestling matches.
Of course, the Boss orders his studs to keep nice with these daring clients, and eventually to let them having the upper hand.
It was always a good tactic, for these clients are always generous in the sex round that follows the wrestling match.
Fighters sign an agreement to wrestle and fight each other, mostly bare hand, always in the nude.
The fights are filmed for broadcast on pay-per-view gay channels.
Fighters agree also to fight "loser-get-fucked" matches on command.
They have also to accept having sex with customers as well for extra pay.
The final condition is Fight Island is secret.
The pay is fairly good according to the standard of soldiers of fortune.
Gary was openly gay.
He fought in Afghanistan and in Iraq.
He applied immediately when he discovered the hiring bid on the Dark Net.
This was the dream job.
Getting paid for practicing sport every day, wrestling, fighting and fucking looked like a dream come true.
The Boss auditioned Gary, asking him to strip entirely and was pleased by what he saw.
The Boss hires masculine stud fighters.
He avoids the large and burly ones, preferring young and handsome athletes.
He hires more hustlers than fighters.
They have first to please the clients.
Aged 25, Gary is 6.3 ft tall, 205 lbs of pure muscle, low body fat.
His physique displays perfectly proportionate chiseled muscles.
Broad shoulders and thick neck muscle of a wrestler, washboard abs, large flat pecs adorned by light fur, and a nice treasure trail of light blond hair to his large uncut cock, even when soft.
Born American of mixed European ancestry, Gary has blond hairs and sexy green eyes.
His face is that of a model cover boy.
His traits are symmetric, his brow is high and he displays sensuous lips.
Gary is a piece of art.
His back muscle is sculpted by exercise, his guns are nicely muscular and veiny when flexed.
He sports chiseled hairy legs and buttock, with huge low hanging balls.
With his warzone background and his curriculum
Gary fits exactly the Boss expectations on both sides.
He was offered a high wage and joined his stable of studs on Fight Island......
Three months later, Gary had proved his strength and fitness.
He had turned one of the Island most popular wrestler and hustler.
He made many friends among the other fighting studs.
He was short of being the Champion of Fight Island, but there was Mike.
Mike was a swarthy warrior, 6’5 tall, weighting 225 lbs.
Mike was very strong and muscular, with piercing blue eyes.
His face was ruggedly handsome, very masculine, with a square jaw and a shadow of beard, event when shaved.
Mike was also very well endowed, sporting an impressively long schlong that attracted more clients to him than to any other fighter on the Island.
Mike was the undefeated champion wrestler and free-style fighter.
He was rewarded with large privileges, including the right to reject a client if the latter is not at his liking.
This choice is denied to lesser hustlers, who are supposed to escort and service patrons for pay.
Basically, the Boss' staff is mere male prostitutes, except the Champion.
Mike used to humiliate losers and liked rough fucking his opponents in the ass at the outcome of the fight.
Soon, Gary discovered Mike fucked whoever he wanted in the ass.
Younger servants and handsome young fighters fitted his voracious appetite.
Mike noticed how handsome Gary was.
Mike was no romantic.
When a hunk caused a stir in his crotch, he satisfied his lust by rough fucking the guy sooner or later.
His huge fuck rod, 9" at full mast, tore his partners' ass in two.
The poor devil was in pain.
Few enjoyed the extra rough prostate massage.
Mike withdrew as soon he had shot his load, not caring whether his mate had climaxed or not.
A few days after Gary arrived on the Island, Mike caught him at unawares as he was showering.
Mike sneaked silently from behind.
He grasped Gary's cock, fondling his sizeable ball.
Mike softy whispered in Gary's ear:
"Hey cutie, wanna take a ride on my dong tonight?"
Gary’s fight training guided his moves.
He monkey-flipped Mike on his hip.
An unsuspecting Mike was taken at unawares.
Losing his balance, he crashed on the tiled floor.
Two other fighters witnessed the incident.
They laughed at Mike, who jumped to his feet.
They stopped laughing as Mike stared at them with a murderous glance.
Gary assumed a fighting stance, staring at Mike, saying nothing.
Mike lowered his gaze, seeing the determination in Gary's eyes.
He spat on the floor. "You'll pay for that" he said in a low, growling voice.
Gary made no response, but kept facing his aggressor, ready to everything.
Mike departed.
The two other guys congratulated Gary.
They were Will, a Ghanaian fighter, and Anton, a Cuban guy.
Every fighter in the stable was jealous of Mike.
As for Gary, his first wrestling match with Mike was a painful memory.
The Boss paired them a few days after the incident in the shower room.
It was a free fuck-fight.
Gary lost, and Mike manhandled him sadistically and fucked him hard in the ass.
Gary was a top, he shunned bottoming.
Mike violated his virgin sphincters and abused him in the most painful fuck of his life.
It was very humiliating to cry in front of an overexcited audience, cheering at the winner and mocking the poor Gary.
Gary hated Mike from this moment and swore to get revenge in a not so far future.
Gary exercised harder after this.
He never lost a wrestling match of a free fight after the fateful match with Gary.
He dreamt to take his revenge over his sworn enemy.
The Boss was making the pairing and decided who fight who and how.
He noticed the developing rivalry between his two star fighters.
He relished at it actually, and was making plans to derive a huge amount of money from it.
He started preparations in secret for his plan.
There was a multibillionaire Arab Prince who was gay in the closet, with extreme hard fantasies.
He attended Fight Island under cover.
As all clients and staff were nude at any time on the Island,
The Boss had no trouble protecting his clients' privacy.
Prince Amir was a regular and generous patron.
The Boss was informed of his secret gladiator fetish.
Prince Amir was dreaming to attend naked gladiator fights to the death.
Fight Island was the appropriate place to make his dream turn true.
The Island had a secret place known to only a handful of super-rich patrons ready to pay one million dollar to watch a real death match.
A huge cave was named "Hades Vault", and was used in rare occasions, as two fighters had to wager their life in a duel to the death.
Hades Vault has been used only three time since the foundation of Fight Island.
Three conditions were to be met for the organization of a death match.
The first condition was to provide two rival fighters ready to go at it to the finish, a 50% risk of death.
Mike and Gary provided one such match.
The second was to gather an attendance large enough to make a lot of money to compensate the loss of at least one champion fighter.
Last but not least, secrecy was required to protect this kind of criminal activity.
Fight Island was private, and the corrupt local government easy to bribe.
The event was publicized on highly private networks on the Dark Net only gay gladiators enthusiasts knew.
The Boss had to rely on a staff of a handful of entirely devoted guards to organize the fight and quietly dispose of the losers' corpse.
For this' the sharks of the lagoon were useful allies.
Fights in Hades Vault were filmed on every angle by a cloud of cameras placed all around and above the arena.
The film of the fight, the rape, and the execution of the wretched loser will be sold a very high price on the Dark Net.
After the fight had been scheduled and the very exclusive tickets sold, Prince Amir flew to Fight Island.
He came a couple of days in advance to meet the fighters and have sex with both of them prior of the duel.
Prince Amir was a 6.2' tall and handsome man in his late 30s.
He was lean and fit and sported nice chiseled muscles he exercised a lot.
Dark haired and dark eyed, his face displayed the typical Arab prominent nose.
He was furry, with long dark body hair, but except for abundant body hair, he was handsome and well proportioned.
The Prince was a total bottom. He craved to get pounded mercilessly in the ass.
He was unable to get hard and shoot his load except at two conditions:
Being brutally fucked, even fist-fucked was the first option.
His cock responded the pain in his ass and he got hard this way.
However, he climaxed not every time, when fucked.
It had to be long, hard and painful.
The top had to be very enduring, because the prince was slow to climax.
The second, and easiest way he climaxed was when he watched two naked men fighting for their lives.
The Prince jerked his hard cock during the fight and reached orgasm when one of the fighters was killed.
Sex with both gladiators before the duel was not only to get satisfaction, but to determine which the Prince’s favourite was.
Because the death matches were opportunities for high stake bets with other rich spectators.
The Boss greeted his marque guest, thinking to himself he just had now to pit Gary and Mike against each other.
It should be an easy task with such two cocky, arrogant bastards.
First, he arranged a date between the Prince and the Challenger, Gary.
The Boss explained in advance to Gary he had to service the Prince and his clients special taste.
The Boss had ordered Gary to restrain from having sex for two days before the date.
Gary liked the challenge, he wrestled his buddy black fighter named Will for the Prince during the banquet.
Will was an easy win, for he was no match for Gary, and the later already beat and fucked Will twice.
But the Boss banned Gary to fuck the loser this time.
He had to escort the Prince to his apartment and keep his seed for him.
The next day, as The Boss had breakfast with the Prince, the later told him how satisfied he had been with Gary.
Gary serviced the prince by fist-fucking him hard first, burying his arm to the elbow in His Majesty's innards.
Then Gary fucked the Prince in the ass in every possible position.
He took him doggy-style at first, then piledrived him on the carpet, and finished him missionary-style, stretching both Prince ankles on his shoulders.
This final stage helped him to shove his cock full length _which was 8 inches_ up Amir's ass.
Both men climaxed in cue after a long, hard, 20 min fuck.
The Prince sprayed his face with his own jizz as Gary unloaded in his ass.
After a long rest in Gary's arms, Amir sucked and rejuvenated the island stud.
Gary fucked the Prince in the ass for the second time. .
His embrace was tighter and his fuck was longer and harder than the first time, and the Prince climaxed a second time in the night.
The next day, The Boss ordered Mike to service Prince Amir.
Mike resented being ordered to restrain from having sex during the two previous days.
He was no longer used to obey The Boss.
He was angered when ordered to restrain from fucking Anton after his wrestling match too before to escort the Prince to his apartment.
The next morning, Prince Amir was upset.
He told The Boss that Mike performed poorly.
His fuck was hard and painful, and the Prince climaxed in 10 minutes.
But Mike did not accept to fist-fuck him, and left immediately after the fuck, not caring to make Amir climax twice.
For this reason, Amir will bet on the challenger instead of the Champion in the incoming death match.
The Boss relished in secret, for the Prince was usually a good judge of the ability of his studs.
Most spectators will place bets on the Champion.
The profits will be huge in case of the victory of the Challenger.
For this reason, The Boss will place his own bet on Gary.
The fight is scheduled in two days, but the contenders are not informed.
The Boss summons Mike. The Champion is surprised to see The Boss surrounded by six devout guards.
"You displeased Prince Amir last night." "What the fuck..." Mike replies.
The Boss cuts him sharply: "You failed!
You are no longer the Champion of Fight Island.
I cut your pay in half."
Mike stays mute in total disbelief.
"Gary performs much better. He satisfies the Prince." The Boss adds softly.
"I should make him the new Champion."
Mike bursts in anger. "I beat this fucker, I fucked him in the ass, I'm the Champion."
The Boss chuckles. 'This brute is hooked' he thinks.
"Prove your right, Champion!" he says loudly.
He pauses and adds: "Challenge Gary to a death match, and you will know which one is the Champion."
"I'll rip his head with my bare hands" Mike shouts.
"We shall see" the Boss answers coldly.
"Out of my sight!" he dismisses Mike and adds "You'll fight tomorrow night.
No sex allowed till the fight!"
The guards lock Mike in a cell, leaving him alone with exercise apparels.
The Boss summons Gary.
Gary is surprised to see The Boss surrounded by six guards.
"Prince Amir suggests me to make you the new Champion of Fight Island.
However, you have first to prove your valor."
The Boss pauses, savoring the puzzled look on Gary's face.
"How shall I prove my valor?" he asks?
"You have to defeat the current champion."
The Boss pauses. Gary stays silent.
"You will challenge Mike in a fight to the finish.
Two stallions enter the arena, only one stays alive.
Barehanded."
Gary's cock stirs at the prospect of a fight to the death.
His eyes flash at the mention of Mike.
He cannot wait to fight and kill the bastard who inflicted him the worst public humiliation of his life.
He still feels it in his aching asshole.
"When the fight will happens?"
"Tomorrow night. No sex until this, and no word to anyone."
The Boss orders Gary to be locked in an isolated cell with workout apparels.
The two fighters are well treated and well fed.
They are training hard in preparation of the fight of their life.
