Winners and Losers

by naaru

12 Jul 2017 836 readers Score 8.6 (8 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


The fifth fight of the first day was over. This time the victory was won, because the stocky Filipino shoved his cock into the wiry Indian's mouth and face fucked him until he was completely conquered by his lust and by himself wanted nothing more than to lick this cock.

I wondered how good his cock had tasted, if the Indian (whose name I had already forgotten) had accepted to be defeated and thus lost the opportunity to the win the prize money. Tong probably wondered the same thing, because I saw his cock tearing at his lycra as much as mine.

I wondered if Tong would have liked to fuck me just as much as I wished to fuck him. But there was no chance for any question of mine, for Tong's name and that of a certain Mike were called.

Tong went to the cage without hesitation. From the left of the cage his challenger Mike, from the team with green lycras, entered the freshly cleaned cage.

They had the biggest difference in body type since Yuto and Ibrahim, but it was nothing compared to the first two. Tong was about a head smaller than Mike, he also had a much heavier body that did not seem to have any fat while Mike's muscles were softer, and he probably had a little more of it. Speaking: Mike's size and muscle mass gave him more strength while Tong's defined pile of muscles and sinews gave him more speed. As far as appearance went, they were both far apart. Tong had short black hair, silver on top of his head, and Mike had upright, short, dirty blond hair, Mike's ears were off, Tongs lay close, Mike had a pointed nose and narrow lips, and Tong's was both wide and full. Tong had high cheekbones, dark eyes and hazel-brown skin, Mike had virtually no cheekbones, blue eyes, and pale skin. Although Tong was late twenties and Mike was in his mid-thirties, Tong's face looked harder, Mike had a very soft face with his nose, ears, and eyes.

Both had the same expression. Their eyes told the other that he was going to lose, and both were determined to win.When the gong sounded, both of them hurried toward each other, braced against one another. It seems more like a test of strength than anything else as they stood there, hands clenched together with tense muscles.

Quickly Mike had the upper hand, with a calm face, while that of Tong was distorted by pain. It seemed as if he had the power in the ring, but then Tong made a setback, frees himself from Mike and dives with unexpected speed under his arm to emerge behind him again and take Mike into a full Nelson.

Mike managed to get out of the grip and get some distance between himself and Tong. Judging by his face the unshakable self-assurance has disappeared, while Tong showed an evil grin.

Mike made several launches at Tong again, but he always stepped out of his way until he caught Mike from behind and twitched both of them backwards and turned him so that Mike was stuck in a tight neck grip.

Tong grabbed Mike's ass-cheek and began to knead. Mike hissed and tried to free himself but it was clear to see how his dick became hard and began to grow out of the lycra. Tong gave him a slight bite, before he let him go, got up, and Mike re-straightened, all while he grimaced at him.

When Mike had straightened his trousers and looked down, Tong spun again, pushing him hard into the corner of the ring, followed by a series of brutal blows. A left combo, at the chin, then a right combo, with another hit on the chin and he fell to the ground.

Tong pulled him by the hair to the middle of the cage, where he kneeled on Mike's belly, straddled him, and with his fists punched on his stomach, his chest, and his stomach again.

It was strange that Mike did not seem to resist. Tong grabbed his hair and dragged him to his feet. When he was almost straight, Tong hit Mike's solar plexus with full force. The air was pushed out of Mike, and when he leaned forward, Tong said something to him, which could not be heard. Whatever it was, Mike's stomach muscles were suddenly tense, a sight that made me really horny.

Tong pounded beating, left and right, on Mike's belly and even a few upwards hooks in the middle. Mike's skin glowed almost red. Tong bent him a little more and launched a hard knee kick throwing Mike of his feet. He turned around and did the same thing on the other side.

Mike straightened a bit again and Tong made himself ready for another blow, but to the surprise of all, Mike hid him on the chin. Tong was thrown two or three steps backwards, enough time for Mike to hit him and send him backwards to the ground.

Immediately he took the opportunity and tried to get Tong in a strong neck grip by pressing with both thighs vigorously. But it was not long before Tong had turned around and now Mike's crotch was in front of his face, the cock long and hard under the fabric. Tong licked the shaft and freed it. He nibbled and licked, enough to break Mike's power and free himself from the grip. His new position allowed him to press his legs hard, long and painfully on his stomach. Tong let go, sat on Mike's chest and pulled his legs around his own waist. He positioned his crotch over Mike's head, his face right under his balls, and began to hit his stomach again.

He squeezed his thighs vigorously, cut off his breath in an inverted neck grip after grabbing him on the hair and positioning him, a slap on the muscular ass. In the meantime, he bumped into Mike's back again and again until he got down to his knees. He positioned himself behind Mike and twisted his arm as he maltreated the nipples and chest. Mike did not look as if he wanted to fight back.Tong lifted him on the shoulders, turned him around, and threw both on the mat, Mike first, with Tong's whole weight behind him. After another series of beatings on Mike's chest and stomach, Tong pulled away from him, grabbed Mikes Lycra and tore them into shreds, freeing Mike's boner and balls, whose splendor everyone could now gaze upon. Again he placed himself over Mike, clutched his stomach and pressed hard, letting Mike cry out.

He grabbed the delicious looking cock and took it in his mouth. Mike groaned and made no move. Tong seemed to do a good job, because Mike's moans went on and on, while Tong sucked and sucked. When Mike's groans grew faster and faster, Tong stopped and held his tail only in front of his eyes. For Mike, it made no difference anymore, his cock poured hot over Tong's hand, which Tong pursued spellbound until nothing more came. Tong did not have enough, because first he licked his hand clean and then again went over Mike's boner. He licked with pleasure and sucked until he had probably taken everything, a procedure that Mike also visibly enjoyed and made me envious and annoyed. Envious because I wanted to know both how good Tong did a blow job as well as Mikes sperm tasted. Annoyed, however, because I was totally horny now. After all the battles and all the orgasms today I wanted to finally cum but so far my name was not called and that stank.

In the cage itself it turned out that Mike still had some fighting spirit in him. When Tong left him, he got up and went, though slightly shaky, into the fighting position. Tong saw this sweaty, naked masterpiece in front of him and everyone saw that he had something else in mind with Mike. What that was, was clear to everyone, as he slowly and full of confidence, never leaving Mike's eyes, tore his lycra and pushed a splendid 23 cm tail into the open. Mike's eyes were sticking to this specimen as well as mine, and Tong took the opportunity to mock Mike again. He struck the belly, the chest muscles, and the solar plexus, hard and relentless. Everything Mike could do was pull together but Tong was not finished yet.

Once again he grabbed Mike's hair, only he threw him against the cage this time. As soon as Mike was there, Tong was already behind him, forcing him to hold on to the bars and spread his legs wide.

I began to knead my own boner, for there was no longer any doubt. Tong rammed his cock right into Mike's ass, but Mike did not comment with a scream but with loud moaning. Tong grabbed Mike's hips and fucked him properly. The banging of his hips against Mikes splendid ass mingled with Mike's groans and echoed through the room. The eyes of both rolled and Tong began to groan. He seemed to enjoy it especially, and I was keen to learn how it felt to fuck your opponent in a thrill of lust and dominance. But Mike was obviously enjoying it also because his cock was already rock hard again and the sight made my mouth water. To see it jumping up and down with every stroke was for me like the melody of a siren. I wanted to take it in my mouth and taste Mike, maybe even something from Tong was on it. But the cock was too far away for me to approach. Frustrated, I kneaded my cock while Tong continued to enjoy his victory, I would have liked to do the same with Mike, now even more since I could not have his cock and was forced to come to terms with this terrible condition: My cock wanted his share, but it was impossible, even wanking would not be wise, because I would certainly need a load yet.

Then came my salvation. Tong had fucked Mike so mercilessly that Mike was now pressed with his whole body against the bars and Tong fucked him in a quite odd position "from below," so to speak. I did not care; I did not care about anything, because now Mike's cock was almost completely outside the cage. My brain, fogged by lust, gave my legs the command before my mind did. I was faster at the cage than I could conceive and had Mike's boner in front of me. I did not use my hands at all, but took in the boner immediately. Tong's thrusts also pushed Mike's cock into my mouth and I could hear him moaning louder as I worked his gland with my tongue. As soon as I had really sucked myself Mike spilled into my mouth. I swallowed every milliliter of the hot sauce while Mike practically screamed. In his noises, another call, which could only come from Tong, mingled with a particularly hard blow, which shook Mike so hard that I too was thrown off. I landed safely and saw Tong pressing hard on Mike, sweating and cumming into his ass.

Both breathed heavily and trembled but neither of them sank to the ground. As Tong left Mike and noticed that he was still standing, even though clinging to the cage, his face twitched into an angry mask and he raised his fist for another punch. Surely he would have beaten Mike, but then there seemed to be a thought in his mind. He knelt behind Mike, kneaded his ash-cheeks and sank in between. Mike opened his eyes and you could see how they rolled as Tong licked the hole. Mike was panting more than he was moaning, so I could hear Tong's smack. Or not so much smacking, rather a sucking and I had a guess.

As Tong left the ass, he had a grin on his face. He grabbed Mike's right arm and turned it with force, then pushed him on the shoulders until he kneeled. Tong grabbed his jaw, forced his mouth open, and bent down to him. As Tong's mouth opened, I could see the confirmation of my guess: Tong let some of his sperm ran into Mike's mouth and then enclosed Mike's mouth completely. Mike immediately joined and Tong knelt down. They hugged and kneaded their back muscles. They kissed full of pleasure and while this happened, Tong slowly moved Mike to the ground. Mike on his back and Tong above him; their lips still connected. Tong held down both of Mike's arms. The gong sounded a first time, a second time and a third time. Everything was over. Mike was defeated.

Tong dismissed him and rose to the victor's pose. Arms high in the air, wide grin, heavy breathing. Then he pulled Mike to him, kissed him again and pulled him out of the cage.

If you consider how often I had been right so far, I was sure that the two would soon start the second round.

And I still stood around unsatisfied. Dissatisfied and determined. When I was there, I would fuck my opponent, fuck him and make my property. Come deep in his ass and show the entire world that he was mine.

I swore to myself.

by naaru

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