Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2007 17:43:30 -0500
From: charles Turner <cbru49@gmail.com>
Subject: the competitors 3

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The Prize

Roberto and Artie helped me get dressed in my Speedo's, pulled a shirt over
my good arm and tossed it over the other shoulder.  Roberto directed us to
a hospital where I waited for three hours to have my arm x-rayed.  The
'friendly' dolphin had broken a phalange, a carpal, a metacarpal, the ulna
and the radius.  There was also a fracture in the epicondyles, so the cast
stretched from the tip of my littlest finger half-way up my bicep.  The
emergency room doctor suggested that I would be better off covering my eye
with gauze and a patch until I could get back to the US mainland and find a
specialist.

With my arm in a cast and sling I was unable to work at the gym doing my
normal job, so the manager asked me to work in the office since he knew I
was in school studying and needed to maintain a part-time job.  I was
overly pleased by his consideration and went out of my way to keep he and
his wife happy with the job I did.  Life at home was just as strange.
There isn't a good position you can get into with that much cast that
allows the man you love and the dog you lust after to fuck you.

Other than daily oral sex, life was boring.  When, sex with Artie became
boring, I don't know.  I was hoping that it was just because he was trying
to be too careful with my arm but deep down I wondered if he was punishing
me for the experiences we'd had in Puerto Rico.  Other than twice when I
let my arm hang inside the tub he had refused to even give me a full load
of piss.  I had drenched myself a few times in those weeks and had Lance
lick every drop from my body before getting me to shoot a load by either
licking my ass or my cock and balls.  As the time had passed with Artie and
I being together I had learned to enjoy 1) piss, 2)getting rimmed and
3)performing dog shows for him quite a bit more than I would have suspected
during my teens.  In fact you could say I was beginning to be a junior pig,
although I refused and will always refuse mud.

The operation on my eye went well and my arm and hand healed.  We were back
from Puerto Rico about three months when Artie was once more going to have
to fight Kin.  Sometime during their previous encounter Artie had learned
that Kin had a larger than usual Borzoi, he didn't know much about the
wolfhound other than the fact that Kin had been having trouble keeping the
dog from attempting to mount anyone that entered his home.  Artie thought
that Kin was straight and probably had never given the dog the relief he
needed.  As he had been thinking about the wager they would have, it was
his turn to propose the terms, he had wondered if I was interested in
putting on a dog show for his friend if he lost the match.

Four months earlier I had been insulted by the insinuation that I might be
used as the prize in a childish wager, but hearing about a win-win wager
involving one of the sleekest animals on land I chose to accept his
proposal.  Artie called Kin and they settled on terms the week before the
fight, an added plus to the wager was that for Kin to bring the Borzoi with
him he would want us to keep him in the apartment the night before the
fight and the night after.  Although I was getting very close to Lance
those days he was still Artie's dog and would obey my lover before me.  The
idea seemed to reignite Artie's passion and with the cast and patch history
we began what I hoped would be a new chapter in our love life.

By the time it came for the Borzoi to stay at the apartment I was so well
fucked that I sat back complacently and listened to Kin and Artie
discussing who would beat who and how Ivan would take his revenge.  Kin
didn't know that I wouldn't consider having Ivan fuck me two or three times
the night of the fight revenge, but the grand prize.

When the bet is a win-win who do you cheer for?

I wanted Artie to win because he's my lover, but I half wanted him to throw
the match so I could enjoy Ivan for the night.  The idea that Kin and a
teammate would be there watching me take the big dog was an additional turn
on.  Artie was turned on from the moment Ivan stepped through the door; if
he won Kin was going to take Ivan's dick and knot in front of all Artie's
teammates.  They had already used him as a urinal and shitter, so watching
him take a dog would only solidify their belief that he was queer.  For
artie's lover to take the dog would be humiliating, but he was known in the
fight game as gay so no one would be too surprised.

When Kin left to return to his hotel room I sat on the floor and gently
stroked the Borzoi's sheath hoping to find out how large he would get.  I
wasn't worried that he would be too large after all the times Artie had
fucked me, but I was definitely curious.  Ivan wasn't extremely thick, but
he did have about eight inches of dick in front of his knot.  That was what
scared me.  It was the biggest knot I had ever seen; Lance was about the
size of a tennis ball, the dog I'd had all through high school was about
the size of a baseball and I had once taken the neighbor's dog who had a
knot a little bigger.  The knot on Ivan's dick was about four inches
through the center, enough dog to tear my ass to smithereens if he wanted
to pull not plop out.  Before that night I had always thought that the size
of a dog's balls was a good guide to his knot, but like a man's feet dog
balls can be deceiving.

At Artie's urging I got under the squirming Borzoi and took every inch of
the dick in my mouth.  Ivan didn't wait for more than a few seconds before
he began humping.  The poor boy had gone without a hole for far too long.
I had to put my hand in front of Ivan's knot or he would have been beating
my nose to a pulp.  When he began cumming in my mouth I raised my second
hand to his knot and massaged a flood of watery, but tasty dog cum, out.
Examining the huge knot I knew why Kin had demanded that which ever of us
was mounted was to keep his hands off the dog's cock, although that did
make me wonder if he'd taken it before.  Artie and I talked at length about
that, coming to no conclusion.

After just one load from Kin's dog I wished that the wager had been for
posses-sion of the dog, not a night of exhibition fucking.  I didn't think
there was a way that Ivan would be able to force his knot in my ass, but
the day of the fight I kept the widest butt plug I could find in me.  The
possibility of Artie losing so he could show off my willingness to have the
Borzoi fuck me in front of his friend struck me as illegal and unethical,
but who would know if he fought less well than normal.

No one other than Artie, myself and Kin knew about the wager, but when I
showed up at the arena with the well groomed and obviously horny dog there
was a buzz about what was happening.  Neither fighter would let it be known
they were wagering on their own fights, they didn't want the league to
discharge them.  Artie had left me two tickets, so that Ivan could sit in
the seat next to me and watch his master get beaten.  Years earlier when
I'd been to a dog show a handler had told me that the Russian Wolfhound was
not particularly aggressive unless hunting, but when one learned that their
human was not undefeatable they would attempt to rule a household, farm or
on occasion a kennel.  When that happened they would usually be put to
death unless an extremely dominate trainer would take them as breeding
stock.

The fight was going to be one of those moments in a dog's life when he
learned who was dominating who.  He could never have known that before the
night was over he would be dominating at least one human.  Artie had
arranged for me to sit where there would not be any problem with other
audience members exciting Ivan or complaining about his head being in their
way.  With the first two kicks out of the competitors landing high on their
taunt, hairless chests I was ready to take the dog's cock right there in
front of the crowd so I didn't have to watch my lover being hit and kicked.

I was close enough to the judges to see that Artie took the first third of
the fight by one point.  The second period Kin took by the same amount.
Both men were moving slower than they had on entering the cage eight
minutes earlier, but neither had been devastated by the opposition.  The
third period opened with Artie taking a heel to his chin and landing hard
against the cage and sliding to the floor.  Kin strode across the floor
like a victor set on dispatching an unworthy opponent.  Artie swept his
feet out from under him and managed to pummel his head with a dozen
glancing blows.  Kin rolled away from Artie, not allowing him to get into a
position that would give him a winning advantage.

The period was going by quickly, I thought Artie had it on points but there
is no telling what the judges see or miss.  The men were on the other side
of the cage when Kin struck Artie with an illegal kick to the groin.  If
Artie could shake it off he would have a point advantage as the illegal
blow was considered a negative point taken off at the end of the scoring.
The fighters wore heavy cups, not lightweight jockstraps for just that
moment, but Artie was not going to be the same if the cup was slightly out
of position like it could get trying to hold in all his dick and balls.
For the rest of the period my lover was unable to mount an offense, he
ended up losing his first fight as a pro and his first fight to Kin in four
years.

Unseen by Artie I hugged the Borzoi to my chest and gave him a buzz on the
top of his pointy head.  I was going to be well fucked, even if my lover
wasn't the one to do it.  I was still clasping Ivan against me when Kin
climbed out of the cage and winked at me.  I waited until the next match
started before heading back to the lockerroom to check on Artie.  The team
trainer was handing Artie an ice bag to hold against his sac when I walked
in on them.

"Well, I see you survived."  "But I lost.  How is Frederico doing?"  "I
didn't wait to see, I wanted to be sure you weren't doing too bad."  "If
you mean, am I going to lose the ball? I'm okay.  It's bruised and will
take awhile to feel normal, but I'm not castrated,"

The trainer left us by ourselves for a minute while he went into the office
for some pain medicine.  Artie tried telling me he was sorry for losing,
but I stopped him.  Instead I asked when he and his guests would be getting
to the apartment.  I was ready to leave, but for kicks I decided I would
take Ivan by the other team's lockerroom to see his owner.  Kin was alone,
no teammates, no trainers and no adoring fans.  When he saw Ivan and I walk
through the door he started laughing.  "I saw that you had already become
friendly with my dog.  It was a kick seeing you give him a hug like that in
front of ten thousand people while knowing that you were going to do much
more in a few hours for your lover and me."  I offered to leave the dog
with him, but he thought I should get to know him better before the show.

The dog and I went to the apartment, I wished that Lance was there to give
me a hot workout, but Artie had suggested that we put him in a kennel until
Kin and Ivan left.  The idea of the dogs fighting over a piece of ass, even
if it were mine was not attractive and I reluctantly agreed to do without
Lance for three nights.  Entering the apartment and not being greeted by a
nose in the crotch or butt was far from as pleasant as it sounds it should
be.  Even though he was Artie's best friend, Lance was aware that I was the
bitch of the house and the only one that would give him the relief he
regularly needed.

I was not going to allow Ivan a preview of what his master had won for him,
but I did lay down beside him on the floor and fall asleep.  The dream I
had dis-turbed me; since Artie and I had been back from Puerto Rico it was
the second time I dreamed about the twelve year old that had introduced us
to donkey shows and dolphin sex.  I dreamed about being able to help him,
but at the end of the dream when Artie was shaking me by the shoulder to
wake me it was the donkey swaying on Roberto's back that I saw.  As I
looked up and saw the man I love I sat on the mat and rested my head on the
cold wetness that soaked through his sweat pants.

"Isn't that sweet, your little faggot lover kissing your boo-boo?"  At
first I didn't know who I was hearing, but as I woke I knew it had to be
Kin and his teammate/witness.  As I stood I saw an old friend of mine
standing beside Kin, Carl the Dagger had graduated from the same high
school as I did.  Carl and I had been on the wrestling team and in a number
of classes together.  I had often stood in the showers salivating over the
'dagger' he had hanging between his legs, a long, pointed cock that was so
thick I doubted many could get their mouths around the base.  At no time in
those years did I approach him for fear of him telling my sister who was
fucking with everyone of my teammates except two that had their own
girlfriends.  For a few minutes I stood like a statue worrying about the
possibility that word would get to my parents and friends in the small town
where I'd grown up until I felt the sharp snout of Ivan remind my ass why
we were all gathered in the living room.

Artie passed out some beer and made a half-hearted effort to renege on the
wager, but neither Kin nor Carl were going to listen to any excuses he
might make about fighting dirty or anything else.  Truthfully, I hoped they
ignored him.  I was ready for the Borzoi, I didn't believe he would be able
to slam my ass hard enough to force the huge knot inside, so I wasn't
worried.  Artie gave me a grin and shrugged his shoulders. I returned his
grin and shucked my jeans into the corner of the room.  I left my shirt on
my back, Ivan had ragged nails and I wasn't ready to be torn up on the
outside as well as inside.  Both of the spectators adjusted their cock and
balls within their pants, making me wonder if they were really gayer than
either Artie or I had thought; the thought that just seeing me naked had
affected them made me believe tha to be so.

Before I ever went to move to my knees Ivan pushed deeper between my
cheeks, lapping at my slit with that long coarse tongue.  Not only did Ivan
work the outside, but in just moments had opened me up like a can of
dogfood and was licking away the lube I had push in my chute before I fell
asleep.  The dog had my dick drooling in anticipation; I wanted to rush the
show, but the tongue was too good to resist.  For a few moments I acted as
if I was moving away from the dog, within reach of Artie I bent my head to
his ear and asked him to get me some more lube from the bedroom.  While he
was gone I manuevered myself so I was in front of Carl, hoping that the
show would get him hard enough that he would draw the dagger out and if not
give it to me, at least let me see it again.

More possessive than I thought he'd be Artie squirted the lube in me while
holding Ivan back.  He gave me a moment to get to my knees before releasing
Ivan.  Artie surprised me as he sat beside Kin as if there were no hard
feelings about the kick that had effectively ended their match.  Kin and
Artie were in a good position to see the Borzoi inserting his bone into my
hole and watch him working at it as he swelled and grew.  Having sucked him
the previous night I knew how long he'd grow, but I wasn't ready for it to
sink in me so quickly and the knot I feared to slam against my anus.  The
knot was not as large as it would become, braver than intelligent I decided
I would help Ivan any way I could and dropped my head to the right and
tugged at my cheeks.  Although Borzois look somewhat weak they aren't, they
are built to run long distances at high speed.  To do that they need a lot
of muscle in their hindlegs and butt, the same muscles that they use to
hump and pump.  As I relaxed and he hit my ass, the knot popped through the
opening with a noise that everyone in the room heard.

Every ounce of fear I had felt about the huge knot being lodged within my
anus was justified.  Ivan kept swelling from the second he popped in, his
humping had not slowed and I knew he was not only hitting the outer
sphincter but also the inner as the knot swelled too large for him to
move. If Ivan had been any larger there would have been no muscle left to
act as the flange behind which a dog ties.  But at that moment the most
important thought in my head was to enjoy the gushing dog cum as it flooded
me.  I don't believe I've ever felt so much cum of any kind going in.  Once
Artie had flooded me with as much piss as the big dog's load of cum.  There
was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to have a cock in my mouth.

As I had struggled through the pain of Ivan slamming his knot against my
sphincters I had kept my head down and eyes closed.  I pushed my way up and
opened my eyes in time to see Carl push his team pants down past his knees.
Not even thinking about what Artie might say or think I crept close enough
to lick at the head of Carl's dick and waited to see if he would make a
move to put it into my mouth.  Ivan was still pumping out cum and I could
feel it beginning to run down my leg.  All I could hear was Kin encouraging
Ivan to pump harder, Artie would have had to shout to make hinmself heard.
Whether the encouragement reached Carl or he was simply excited enough by
the show not to care, the man I had often ogled in high school pulled my
head to his crotch and slid down to where he was jamming the tip of his odd
shapwd cock into my throat.  With the tip in my throat and my tongue
licking the top of his balls Carl couldn't last and began spurting thick,
lumpy cum down my throat.  I only managed to taste the last spurt as he
withdrew, it was bitter and harsh.

I had held onto Ivan's choker so he couldn't turn.  We were tied together,
but the huge knot within me would cause damage that I wasn't ready to
explain to the emergency room personnel.  Both Kin and Artie moved to the
seat in front of me and gave me a hot load of cum while I waited for Ivan
to shrink enough to withdraw.  I don't know how long it took, but it seemed
like an hour.  When Artie passed out more beer he gave me one.  Ivan had
cleaned out my ass with his tongue and was laying behind Kin cleaning up
his cock when Kin spoke to me for the first time since he'd walked into the
apartment.

"When Artie offered the wager I couldn't believe thee was a boy that would
really attempt taking all of Ivan.  One time there was a woman that said he
could fuck her, but when the woman saw the knot she chickened out.  She did
give him a blowjob and lick that knot, but there was nothing I could do to
convince her to let Ivan get that knot in her cunt or ass.

"Artie, the next fight we have is going to have to be over ownereship of
your boy."  "He doesn't own me!"  "Get real, boy.  Anytime a man can make a
bet with another person taking the consequences he owns that person.  You
may have agreed to the idea, but unless he owned you he wouldn't have
suggested it."  When I looked at Artie he only shrugged his shoulders as if
to say "he's not completely wrong is he?"

The truth was more than I wanted to hear.  There was only one thing that
could help my pain and that was getting Ivan back on top of me and humping
as hard as he could.