Winners and Losers

Mano was just so horny. He could barely concentrate on the fight because the previous rounds had him so horned up. He was close to beckon some guy from the other teams to blow him, but he probably would still need his load for later. Maybe some big cum shot for the audience. But damn he was horny.

When his name was called he was in the ring so fast he barely noticed himself, he was ready, he was horny and he would so do it with the stud that just entered the ring. His name was apparently Josh and he was one hot, chiseled chestnut brown guy with short, nappy hair and lips that screamed "use me for a blow job." He had the most perfect body ever. Never had he seen smooth pecs so full and round and those abs! He didn't know whether to rub the fingers over each defined muscle, lick them or cum on them all over. And damn what an ass, absolutely perfect, big and juicy.

Josh begann stretching, no idea why and all Mano did was follow with his eyes. He couldn't take his eyes off the rounds of that magnificent ass. Technically he wouldn't have fought him tonight if it were up to him, he just wanted to feel that great ass and lips around his dick. And the thought of sinking his face in between those delicious globes only made it worse.

When he had finished stretching, Josh started jumping up and down, a cocky grin on his face, jabbing at the air. That grin won't last long.

Josh did a backwards flip. Mano could have sworn it was in slow motion. His abs and pecs rippled slowly as he spun in mid air. He probably did this to intimidate Mano, but it would not work.

When the signal came they approached each other, and before Mano could step into a ready stance, Josh nailed him with a spinning back kick. Again, it was all in slow motion. He felt that long, tender foot across the length of his stomach. Apparently this one knew martial arts, no matter, so did Mano. Of course, he felt the pain next as he doubled over and went flying backwards. It took everything he had to stay on the feet. Josh was strong, Mano had to give him that but there was no way he was letting himself getting knocked down with such a dirty move. He hit the cage as Josh stood there grinning, bobbing up and down.

"Nice," he thought, regaining his breath, "dirty, but nice."

Mano advanced, ready for anything. He opened with a straight punch and forward kick, both of which Josh effortlessly blocked. Before Mano's foot hit the floor from the kick, Josh responded with a powerful spinning back fist that hit squarely in the side of the head. Mano saw stars but had learned from several sparring bouts to recover quickly. Of course, he wasn't quick enough. He shook off the pain just in time to get a one-two punch, the first to his stomach, the second to the ribs. He leaned forward, partially in pain, partially to guard against more attacks. Instinctively, he crossed his arms in front of his chest in a feeble attempt to protect himself. It was the dumbest thing he could have done....and exactly what Josh was counting on.

He had only just felt the sharp pain of the punches, only just leaned forward, when Josh lept straight up in the air and lashed out with a side kick. He was only glad it wasn't a flying kick or he was sure he'd have ended up in the hospital.

But the kick was enough to snap his head straight back and send him to the floor. The air shot from the lungs as he hit.

From the ground, it took a moment for him to focus through the pain.

It was only now, as his eyes finally locked in on Josh as he stood triumphantly over him, that he realized he really might be out of his league.

Josh suddenly lifted his leg and drove his foot into Mano's stomach. He saw it coming and tensed up, deflecting a large part of the blow. But it still stung. Josh kept his foot on the stomach and continued to apply pressure.

It became harder to hold him off just using the stomach muscles. Mano grabbed his foot and tried to pry it off but by now he had almost the full extent of his weight going into his stomach—Josh's foot wasn't going anywhere unless he wanted it to.

Mano tightened his grip on Josh's foot and swung his knee around to sweep his other leg out from under him. He was right; his balance was off with the majority of his weight on Mano's gut and he fell backwards. But Mano let go of his foot too soon and he was able to turn the fall into a back flip. It was enough time to get Mano back on the feet and into a fighting stance.

Josh just gave him a cocky laugh again as he went into his own fighting stance. He lept forward in a flurry of kicks and punches, most of which were just for show, not really intended to do any damage. The few punches that did land were solid and his knuckles left small red marks on Mano's skin which he tried to ignore.

But his cockiness gave Mano the opening he needed. In between showy kicks, he landed a solid step-in side kick to his gut. If Mano didn't know better, he could have sworn he let him have that one. His face got a mixture of pain and pleasure as his foot sunk into the unprotected stomach. A weakness! he thought. Give him what he wants and then...follow through.

As Josh revelled for just a moment in the kick, Mano jumped into the air and slammed his fist into the forehead. The blow could have had more impact but it achieved its purpose. Josh was genuinely stunned by the punch so Mano continued to use this to his advantage. Clasping both hands together, he wound up and swung like a baseball bat, catching him square in the jaw and sending him into the wall.

He clamped his left hand on his shoulder, holding him to the cage, while his right hand drove a series of vicious uppercuts into his abdomen. The blow to the forehead must have stunned Josh more than originally thought because he didn't even bother to tense his stomach muscles to protect himself from the punches. Each punch sank deeper and deeper into his soft gut; each time he tried to double over Mano kept him upright with the other hand.

After the 10th punch, he grabbed Josh's arm and flipped him over his shoulder. Josh hit the mat with the same sick thud Mano had done earlier.

Remembering the beating he'd just received, he wasn't about to give him a chance to recover. As soon as he hit the floor, Mano knelt on his biceps and continued a rain of punches into the stomach.

Each punch got a grunt from the disoriented Josh. His face was a twisted mix of pain and pleasure. This only got Mano going more. He started throwing all his weight into each punch. Josh's whole body convulsed with each strike and Mano could feel the hard-on raging in his lycra.

That was when he couldn't hold back anymore. He stopped punching and freed his dick. He shoved it into Josh's mouth and started face fucking him without any regard. Mano wanted to fuck this stud and that was all what counted. Those lips felt as good as they looked and Josh was a willing sex toy. Mano was sweating and his cock wanted release, but not in the mouth, Mano wanted ass and he would be damned if he didn't get it. He ripped his dick out of the mouth and rolled Josh over and dragged him on all fours, then ripped of the lycra. He spread those smooth brown ass cheeks and dove in right away. He licked that hole eagerly, hearing Josh moan as he did so. He licked and fingered him only as much as was necessary to get in quick and then it was open season. He trust into Josh hard and fast, both of them sweating and moaning as they moved in unison, Josh meating Mano's thrusts each time. Mano's thrusts became eratic very fast, he was so horny he couldn't hold it any longer and shot his load deep into the big ass, pressing his pelvis hard against those globes. He was on a high and completely forgot his surroundings. And that was his mistake. 

Josh's ass was pulled away from Mano's dick and his legs shot up in the air. In his fastest move yet, his calves ended up on either side of Mano's neck and his ankles locked together. In one deft move, he threw him down. Mano landed, barely phased, on his back, but as he spun back around, attempting to get the upper hand, Josh crouched and landed a wicked side kick into his face.

His nose started to bleed a little but he sniffed and kept it under control. He was seriously out of it and barely knew what had happened. He vaguely remembered Josh standing over him. Josh brought his left foot up and slammed it down near the top of his chest. Again, all the air rushed from his body. Josh reached down and grabbed each of his wrists. He then stood up on his left foot, forcing all his weight on to Mano's chest, all the while pulling his arms up and stretching them tight. They were locked at the elbows and he felt like he was on the rack.

Josh looked down and grinned. He was sweating from the punishment and fucking Mano had given him but he was still jovial. "Now, the real fun begins."

Mano must have begun to black out and go limp below him because he suddenly stopped and got off, releasing his arms. He was lying there, barely able to move but so happy that he hardly wanted to. Josh kneeled down and shoved his dick into Mano's mouth, finding no resistence whatsoever. Mano took it all in, lust rising again in his blood, sucking greedily while Josh moaned and flexed his muscles for the audience. When he had enough of that he pulled Mano to his knees and started fucking his face. Mano's dick was hard again and he began jerking off, his dick slick from fucking Josh. Occupied with experiencing that delicious fucking he didn't realize Josh was moving differently until the arm he was jerking with was lifted. Josh took the slick hand in his mouth and sucked while Mano switched to licking his dick.

They continued their mutual licking and sucking for a few moments, both lost in lust, until Josh pushed Mano back on the floor and lifted his ass. Mano's mind was racing, filled with images of Josh drilling his ass and flooding him with pleasure. And he did, partially. Josh did not push his dick into Mano's hole but his tongue. He pressed his face on Mano's ass and licked frantically. He licked and fucked that hole with his tongue and fingers, causing Mano to hold on to his own thighs or risking wiggling around on the floor from all the pleasure Josh gave him. His moans were almost yells.

Their eyes met when Josh was fingering him again and Mano mouthed a 'fuck me' to him. Josh grinned and fingered Mano faster, but that was not what he wanted. Mano let go of his thighs and spun around so fast Josh barely had any time to evade. Mano did not care and got on all fours. He pushed his ass back so far that his cheeks were spread as far as possible, presenting his loosened and ready hole. He wanted to get fucked, wanted to be taken, to have this dick inside him and be the price that Josh got for his victory. Nothing had ever felt so exhilarating.

Josh got the message this time, and if not Mano would have straddled him and rode his dick whether he wanted to or not. That beautiful dick was shoved into his ass and Mano wasted no time milking Josh. He slid back and forth on that shaft, pleasuring himself and reveling in the sensations. Behind him Josh was moaning and panting. It was a thrill for Mano to hear what he could do with his ass and he formulated a plan to overtake Josh again and give him a payback.

But to Mano's dismay he waited too long, as Josh grabbed his hips and started thrusting on his own accord. He hit Mano's prostate so well, Mano was overtaken by the sensation and all thoughts of conquest were drowned in an ocean of horniness. Josh was a really good fucker, one that did not only know how to hit your g-spot right, but one that also sucked on your neck while doing so, making Mano shout into the ring, having his pleasure on display for everyone. Josh thrust and licked, sucked and grabbed. Mano was wide open for it all and could think of nothing else. He could fully understand why Mike had not tried to get Tong off of him in the prior round. This was just too good of a feeling and when Josh sucked especially hard at Mano's neck he came. He roared his release out into the ring, unloaded his cock a second time this day and got stock still. Behind him Josh was thrusting more eratically, still latched onto Mano's neck with his lips, until he pumped his hot load into Mano's willing channel.

They were both exhausted and sank to the floor, Josh still on top of Mano with cock and ass connected and licked Mano's neck. When he left his ass Mano was almost disappointed, but that feeling disappeared quickly when Josh turned him around and licked his still hard dick. It was clean-up time.

When the dong came and Josh was announced as the winner, neither of them cared much for it. They got up and Josh did not bother to pose for the audience; he heaved Mano on his shoulders, slapped his well-fucked ass and carried him out of the ring.