PIT FIGHTERS By Collage Maker
PART 3
Reece stood in the center of the arena, alone. He was in a pit 25 feet square with walls 10 feet high, and with two doors facing each other. It was a most exclusive arena. And it was also small. So small in fact that Reece could see the spectators' faces even in the highest and furthest seats. Then a single spotlight shone down on him, giving bright highlights to his medium brown hair, making the green in his hazel eyes stand out.
Reece wore the black leather loincloth that was the proud symbol of an Alpha fighter. That was all he wore. The Alphas' bodies were their true uniforms - bronzed skin and muscle built hard by years of fighting, diet and training. Perfectly muscled, with thick, strong hairy legs, bulging biceps and tough, manly forearms, Reece's best attributes were his chiseled chest and that amazing rock-hard six-pack below it. And what with his impressive physique and that Hollywood-handsome face, at 25 years old Reece was looking every inch the supreme champion that he was. This was his tenth Alpha level match, and he had beaten his worthy opponents in the nine other bouts, one on one, before driving his battering ram to the hilt right up inside their asses. He couldn't conceive that anyone could be the equal of his 6'3 plus frame and 220 lbs of solid fast-twitch muscle. But tonight was a special challenge - his first showdown against Kover.
In the light Reece could not see the audience of men surrounding him in the balcony, but he could hear them buzzing like wasps. The audience was excited. Those who had seen both Reece and Kover at work could imagine no greater sight than a meeting between these two. Here would be a meeting that should be the last word as a physical test. The mere sight of Kover and Reece standing face to face would almost be sufficient for all the thrills the spectators could desire. For the two were MEN above the ordinary type - two of a kind meeting in the hardest game of them all. There were no fighting rules. Anything was permitted. The fight would be terminated only when one of them submitted or was knocked out cold.
Horns sounded. A door opened automatically, and Kover came into the light. He was about the same height and weight as Reece, and his physical looks were unquestionably 100% 'handsome He-man' - stud material of the very first order. He was 23 years old, a dark haired mastodon with a fantastic harmoniously muscled body, sinewy legs like two mighty pythons, dark eyes with heavy brows, a deeply masculine face with strong jaws, and a bull-like neck. He looked dangerous.
Their eyes met in intense, confident stares. "Arrrrrrrrhhhhhh!" Kover yelled, and tore his loincloth totally off. "Haaaaaahhhhh!" Reece bellowed and threw his on the mat. They stood there, about ten feet apart, arms out at their sides, fingers open, ready to fight. Their naked gorgeous bodies shimmered in the light, perfectly proportioned, smooth, tan, shredded and oiled, their erections pointing at each other like swords, huge with blood-pumped veins. The audience could almost see their balls swelling up with fight hormones.
Each knew the pain and pleasure the other could inflict with the weapon between his legs. Each had felt the huge head of his opponent's bloated rod press hard against his tight ass, felt the other man erupt inside himself. A few months back, Reece had challenged Kover to an impromptu wrestling match and, taken by the warmth and pleasure within their hardened cocks, they had ended up humping and bucking together, rutting in conjoined need, their sweat dripping and mixing as their bodies became one.
The two fighters began to circle, dancing edgily on bare feet thickened from kickboxing and martial arts, watching each other with eagle eyes, razor sharp reflexes ready, itching for action. Each could almost feel the heat of the other's body, burning to take his opponent on, waiting for the sound of the bell, the signal for battle. The bell sounded. Bright lights flashed on.
Reece swung first. Kover ducked and felt Reece's deadly fist swoosh past his ears. He shot his palm up into Reece's chin and drove his other fist into Reece's gut. It was hard as steel, but Kover rocked Reece back. As Kover leaned back up, Reece grabbed his neck in a headlock and wrenched him around. To keep Reece from breaking his neck Kover went with the throw, tumbling onto the floor and springing to his feet.
Reece swung out with his leg to trip Kover. Kover jumped up and shot a fist out, connecting with Reece's face. Reece took the blow and grabbed for Kover's arm, but Kover somersaulted out of the way, flipped himself back to his feet.
The two attacked one another, letting fly a flurry of hard kicks and jabs that lasted several minutes until both of the fighters extended one of their fists into the other's face. They both flew back slightly and began to breathe heavily, their rock hard bodies glistening from all the sweat.
They circled each other for a tense moment and then charged like rams, fists clenched, sweat flying. They slammed into each other front on, and bounced back from the hard impact. Reece righted himself on his feet and his fist smashed into Kover's middle abs. Kover rocked slightly but held, and let out a few quick closed-hand strikes. He was solid and tough, stomach of iron like Reece's.
What followed was not for the weak of heart. There was a violent, uncontrolled exchange of bare-fisted punches, kicks, knees, elbows, etc. Slam! Smash! Cram! Bam! Swack! Wham! Ram! Bam! Slap! Slam! Crack! Crack! Crack! WHAMMM! Reece beat Kover as hard as Kover beat Reece. It appeared as though the two fighters were equally matched and that it was going to take a while for one to gain control of the fight. Their bodies were already red from all the hits and both were bleeding from the nose for a while. They were drenched in oil, sweat and blood.
When neither of them prevailed, they each began trying to force the struggle on the ground, bending in an attempt to fall. Finally Kover tried to bend Reece as low so he'd think Kover was trying to force him down, but instead Kover quickly untangled an arm and slipped it under Reece's leg, heaved him up off his feet and they both fell, crashed on the rough floor.
They wrestled on the ground, rolling over and over, fighting for dominance; their naked bodies pressed closer, closer, closer, all the while smelling the sweet male odor of each other's sweat-soaked body. Several times Reece thought he had Kover pinned, but each time Kover's extraordinary power, balance, and tactical prowess prevented Reece gaining the edge. And Kover's movements were uncannily quick, almost catlike. Clammy with their sweat, with an enormous burst of power Reece suddenly managed to wrestle an arm of Kover open just enough to free himself and to roll on his upper back. Kover righted himself, wheeled and saw Reece a few feet away roll over backwards and jump into a standing face off. Reece stood in front of him, intense, ferocious, eyes red with fire. Kover wasted no time.
In a split second, Kover rolled to the floor under Reece, grabbing his low slung swinging bull balls, using the weight of his body to yank Reece's testicles harder than anyone had ever done. They were strong, but Kover almost tore them off. Reece screamed in raging agony and lunged over Kover, arms out to crush Kover's body. Kover pushed up, hitting Reece square in the stomach with his head and lifting up with his arms. He brought Reece up over his head upside down in a full arc and threw Reece crashing down on his back. Kover fell back on top of Reece, using his wide back to smash down on Reece's face. Quick and brutal, Kover spun and drove his elbow into Reece's neck. Lying beside Reece on the ground, Kover pounded his elbow into his opponent's muscled neck, beating the air out of Reece's windpipe. Reece reached to stop Kover's arm, but Kover sent one last pile driver into Reece's throat. Reece's muscular body jerked, and then went still.
Aching, breathing hard from the struggle, Kover rose to his feet. His cock was raging hard. "Yeaaaaaahhhhh!" Kover yelled in victory, standing over Reece in all his naked muscle-pumped glory with his arms up over his head, cock dripping with man juice. Then he began to walk around the walls of the pit, flexing his muscles as he paraded himself, hard cock and all, in front of the crowd of hooting, cheering men straining at the railings above him.
"Uuuuuuuuhhhh!" Reece gasped for air, throat raw and on fire. Through a haze Reece saw Kover lean down. Kover lifted up Reece's limp, battered body, and held Reece standing up in front of him like a ventriloquist's dummy, one arm around his neck. "He's mine!" Kover bellowed. And, by the rules, Reece was. Groggy, Reece raised his head, dripping with blood, spitting to get his wind back. Slowly air refilled Reece's lungs. Kover ran his free hand across Reece's face, then reached down and grabbed his engorged cock and started stroking it, greasing it with Reece's blood. "Stuff him! Plug him!" men yelled. "Fuck that loser. Fuck him good."
"Fuck you!" Reece snarled.
Kover looked Reece in the eye with sex rage. "No... FUCK YOU!" Kover yelled. "Your fucking ass is mine, Reece! Yeah! Gonna rape your ass! I'm gonna make you my BITCH!"
The muscles in Kover's body stood out in sharp relief as he bent his legs, laying Reece on the floor. He raised himself from the man he'd bested, moved backward, and squatted between Reece's muscular thighs. Placing his strong hands beneath Reece's knees, Kover pulled the muscular slab of his adversary's ass toward him to begin taking the prize he'd justly earned in the arena.
Lifting the defeated warrior's legs up onto his wide shoulders, the victorious fighter aimed the head of his dick right at the puckered entrance to Reece's body. Reece froze. Giving a triumphant roar, Kover drove his powerful cock into Reece's asshole like a spike, ripping through the rings of the sphincter, Reece's tight, no-man-fucks-me sphincter.
"YAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH!" Reece yelled as Kover's massive cock impaled his guts. What could have been great pleasure was searing, body-wracking pain. A loud cheer went up from the audience delighting in seeing the muscular, handsome champion being fucked. "Oh, yeah, fuck that hole! Cram that big fucking meat up his shitter!"
Kover leaned over Reece's heaving oiled chest, one hand on either side of his prize stud. The unwillingly stretched sphincter muscles were tightly squeezing his cock. The ass clamped hard around Kover's prick. A lot of men would have felt discomfort by such a tight fit, but Kover loved the feel! He began to piston in and out, in and out, of that tight, sweet hole, thrusting his cock deeper into Reece's bronze body, big bicep muscles flexing as they supported his masculine frame.
Reece felt every muscle in his body wince at the rapid penetration. A groan escaped him as the pounding became more intense. His dominator also began to groan with both the pleasure of domination and his own sexual pleasure. Kover's body was alive and tense with savage feeling. He wanted the audience to know how great it was and he looked up at the railing with a look of complete lust on his face. He pursed his lips and squinted, then raised his eyebrows, letting the sensations flooding his body play across his face for the benefit of the crowd. The watching men roared. They loved it.
Kover was lost in the sensations as he continued the hard, forceful fuck: the noise of the crowd, the feeling of Reece's hot, clasping rectal sheath along his hard long prick. He pounded into Reece like a raging bull, slamming his full length all the way up into the man's guts and then ripping it back out again. The sheen of misty perspiration all over his manly body gave him a ruggedly sexy glow. Beads of salty sweat dripped from his bucking body and coated Reece's squirming mass. Reece felt the other stud raping his ass and his mouth opened to emit a sharp gasp at the pain. "Take it all bitch," Kover half grunted. "Oh yeah, you fucking bitch. Oh yeah ... take it all in you."
As he wanted Reece's ass even higher in the air, Kover grabbed the man's ankles in each hand, pressed them down by Reece's head. Reece found it was even more painful than before - with his long muscular legs right back like that as he took the dark-haired stud's manhood in his ass, Kover's big cock reached up even higher inside him. Reece felt as if he was being fucked to death and yelled, not as much from the pain but from his rage. It enraged him that this man was raping him, taking his manhood in the arena with that painful tool.
Kover's excitement mounted, his body rippling as he strained every muscle to jam his mauler as deeply into Reece's outrageously stretched rectum as he could. Reece grunted as he was long dicked. He could feel every ridge of the master cock moving through his guts. He could see Kover's sinewy muscles moving under tight, tanned, sweaty skin. He looked at Kover's beautiful virile face with its strong square jaws, and uncontrollably Reece felt his own muscles tighten and his cock begin to harden.
Kover, feeling Reece's muscles clenching around his cock, struggled for breath as he was suddenly subject to yet another stimulation to already overloaded circuitry. His man muscles stood out even more, hard masculine muscles, as he felt a boiling in his balls. A few fuck-thrusts later, and he arched his back, reared up, and rammed one final time into Reece, as he felt the flood rise from his nuts up his thick, deeply buried pole into Reece's bowels. He shouted out his lusty pleasure at the feel of his ropes of cum shooting up Reece's fucktube. Reece felt Kover's cock throb each time the cum shot out of it, as Kover's seed sprayed from the head of his member to coat the walls of Reece's innards.
Kover let go of Reece's ankles, fell forward onto the other man. Reece lowered his legs so they were chest to chest as their two sweat-covered bodies lay together. They lay together for indefinable moments as the spectators cheered and clapped, panting roughly in unison as they slowly drifted back into the plane of reality. Kover then pulled out of the throbbing ass he had taken and possessed so completely, and raised himself off Reece onto his feet.
Kover felt like he was invincible as the audience cheered and clapped while he slowly strutted again for their pleasure. But Reece, exiting the arena, felt a wild mixture of emotion. Rage and shame were the primary two. He was shamed, belittled, and embarrassed that this defeat had happened.
In the days that followed, Reece's wounds healed with treatment, rest and exercise. Lots of exercise. He was training for the day he would regain his supreme champion status. He would get stronger, harder and tougher than ever from constant training. And he would take Kover. His audience wanted another good fight, and he would give it to them. He would be ready...