Date: Wed, 15 Sep 2004 09:42:52 -0400
From: joseph green <grassofhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fighting for Lust

I got my black belt when I was only 11.  I was the youngest person at black
belt camp and only the third to earn my black belt that young since the
opening of K. X.  Kimton Gyms.  An instructor from the next Dao Jao over sat
me down one morning and asked if I would be interested in sparing during
morning meditation.  I said I would.  I remembered him from the midnight
game of capture the flag and we had showered across from each other twice.

The showers were modern but were designed with one central pillar coming out
of the ceiling and eight spouts hanging out of it like octopus legs.  Being
that I am shorter than most everyone their I can look at dicks with out much
effort.  So I do.  The instructor was average hung.  I am rather proud of
the way my five + inches hang without any wrinkles.  It makes it look so
much bigger than it is.  That and the fact that I am almost all head down
there.

The instructors name was Kyle and I met him in the ring at 6:00 A.M. that
morning.  We had already had morning exercise and our rice and milk for
breakfast and were to go shower after meditation.  Instead we were in the
ring.  He already had his shirt off and was pulling his pants off.  He held
out a pair of heavy nylon briefs to me and said that we would try a harder
form of martial Arts called "extreme wrestling"  I knew it from ESPN and did
not count it as a martial art.  I took the shorts and just watched as he
striped down to nothing and then sat on the ropes and watched me.

Now we have some girls here so we have to be careful.  I was not embarrassed
to let him see me naked, but was still shy around girls. I scanned the seats
and exits for a girl but found none.  I untied mt black belt with the red
tip and opened my shirt.  I tugged at the elastic in my  pants then let
gravity take them to the earth.  I had not yet put on under wear for the day
so I just stood naked for a few seconds.  I walked to the center of the ring
where he had sat my briefs and slipped them on.  We had a round of boxing, a
round of Martial Arts, and a round of Grappling (wrestling sort of). He
offered me if I wanted to do no-touch, light-touch or full contact. I opted
for light touch.   It is harder and takes more self control than the others.

By the end of the session we sat in our corners and I looked over to see
that his sweat soaked briefs were now almost see through.  His cock head was
smashed up against his briefs and looked like an old man smashing his noes
up against a window.  I saw how his scrota looked like brown plumbs and
wondered about how ripe they were.  I asked if he could see through mine.
He said, "No, yours are trainers.  Mine are pro.  And younger boys don't
sweat so much."

We stepped out of our briefs and back into our white Kies.  We hit the
showers together as we had before and that was that for a long time.

Now that it is a year latter, I am noticing how my now 12 year old dick
swings bakd and forh in my large open fighting pants.  I am walking to the
Doa Jon after school and the same instructor stops me on the street.  He
David, remember me?  I'm Kyle from the camp."  I instantly remembered him
all sweaty and with the simi-transparent briefs sitting on the small stool
in the ring.  I smiled and said, "Yes" and bowed to him slightly.  He put
his hand on my shoulder and said how much I had filled out and wanted to
make me a deal.

"I hold Extreme wrestling matches for private guests from time to time and I
would love to have you come be the opening event for the exhibition part of
the match.  I could pay you $200 to fight and another $300 if you win.  But
you can't tell anyone about it.  This kind of stuff is illegal.  You will
need to be ready to fight everyday  this week.  You won't know which day I
will be by to get you but you will be home on time."  I agreed and he had me
sign a statement that made our secret legal and I could go to jail if I told
anyone about the match.

It was a long week but every day I scanned the faces of the people I passed
on the way to the Doa Jon.  I spent nights working extra hard and I knew I
would be seen by  others in the skimpy little brief so I tried to keep from
jerking off that week so my prick would be nice and puffy for he big event.

It was Friday when a black car pulled up beside me.  A Korean man rolled
down the window. He asked, "Are you David Long from the K. X. Kimton gym
number 14?"  I patted the patch on my doabok shoulder and nodded yes and he
motioned me to the back seat.

I opened the door and slid in.  I was beside a woman in what looked like a
costume.  She had a large red hat and a sparkly gown that showed all of her
leg and even showed her hip so high that I could tell she had nothing under
it.  She smoked a long cigarette in an even longer cigarette holder.  She
told me how she had heard of me from Kyle and that she had bet on me for the
match and had a side bet with Kyle that I win by ten points or more. As she
spoke she ran her gloved hand up and down my thigh and finely came to rest
on my crotch as she told me of the side bet.  She then clutched my bulge in
her hand and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek.  As she did she said in my
ear, "You really need to win this by ten points stud."

She removed her left glove and placed her bare hand on my stomach and then
slid it under my white uniformed  shirt.  She made her way up to my tits and
began masturbating them like miniature penises while she kissed my lips.
She worked her way to the other tit and then bean nibbling on my ear lobe.
As she got the shirt open and off my shoulders, exposing everything I have
from the waist up, she tongued my ear and that was sending shivers up my
spine. My erection was not going to hold its load much longer and she bent
to run her lips from my neck to my belt and beyond.

The moment of tension was broken by a violent bump in the road.  I thought
to myself, How many women will be there and will they be able to make out my
dick if I sweat too much?  I am so embarrassed around woman.

The road turned to dirt, and it was obvious that when I was not looking we
had turned into a junk yard.  After 100 or so deep bumps and ruts I started
seeing nicer cars and some still had people sitting in them.  In short I
notice that the people in the cars were chuffers.  I saw a few kids my age
and a few teenagers but they were all dressed like they had just come from a
funeral.

The car stopped near the steal door of a warehouse and the woman got out.
The driver told me to stay just a little longer.  He pulled around to a side
door and let me out.  A guy about 17 or so led me down a row of massage
tables where men of various ages and different states of nakedness were
being prepared for battle.

One Italian looking man sat naked straddling the end of the table facing the
isle while his hands were being taped up.  He called my guide by name,
"Lenny, is this the special boy?"  he replied, "This is one of them."

My table was all the way in the front next to an huge open door that opened
to the ring.  I could see that the building was larger than I expected and
their were over a thousand people in the hall.  I could see several of them
looking in at the row of fighters.  Some were little girls and other were
grown women but most of them were men with fighting rosters in their hands
making notes about fitness and bodies.  Beyond them I could see the ring.

Lenny patted the bed and said, "strip and lay on your back."  I was
mortified.  Their were over 100 people looking at me from the tunnel and 900
more just milling about that could look in at any time.  I cinched up my
black belt tighter around my waist and shook my head NO!  Lenny said,
"David,  this is part of the show.  Your getting paid good money for his
day.  Don't screw it up."

"Strip, ... how far?"  I asked.  "Totally.  Your pink ass pucker and ball hair
needs to be visible to the high rollers.  They want every inch of you to
consider if they are going to bet on you.  Now, pants to the floor and dicks
to the wind."  he patted the table more impatiently this time.  "You want to
be asked back for the real money some day don't you?"

I thought to myself, I could walk out of here with $500 today and he is
talking about `real money'.  I asked, "What do you mean by `real money'?"
he pointed to a boy not much older than me sitting on the bench behind the
far door.  His two smallest fingers were taped up and he wore a kamikaze
head band and nothing else. His dick was fully erect and his dick head was
red, arrow-head shaped and pointed to the ceiling.  He had the look of evil
in his face and he made eye contact with me as he punched his own palm.  His
manager pored some oil on his hand and began stroking his fighters dick.  He
was going slow and whispering in his ear.  The manage was only 25 or 30 but
had the hands of an 80 year old man all narled and broken form past fights.
The manager moved his hand to the guys balls and the guy flipped me off with
both hands and then shouted something in Korean.

Lenny said that he was only 15 and had only been fighting for two year and
had just won his first million dolor purse.  The figure of a million dollars
flashed past my eyes.  While I was thinking about that Lenny opened my shirt
and belt.  He was starting on my pants when I came back to reality that so
many people were watching.  I looked at the crowd to see the woman in the
big hat blow me a kiss.  She ran her tongue over her teeth and winked at me.
I let go of Lenny's hands and he lowered my white pants and my under shorts
at the same time.  The woman arched her eye brows. I was naked and getting
hard and did not care.

I lay down on the table with my half hard bowing to my fans.  Lenny he
squirted oil on my flesh.  He gave me tips on fighting as he rubbed the oil
deep into my naked body. I could not help but get hard, and noticed that
some of the guys coming in were also erect. Lenny then squirted a shot on my
stiff pick and worked it in.  He casually closed the curtain around our
table. I sopped his hand and explained that I was trying not to cum until
after the fight.  He agreed.  "Keeping your sperm just at the edge of your
boyhood will keep you mean and strong."  he then went on to tell me of how
many grown men jerk it in the showers after a good fight. He said they had
no shame about it.

Lenny turned me over and began the same process on my back.  I asked what
the 15 year old had said to me in Korean.  Lenny explained, "it is a slang
that fighters use.  It means that if you lose to him he will rape you in
front of the rest of the guys."  With that Lenny slipped a slick finger into
my ass hole.  He ran it around a wile and I moaned under the feeling.  I
asked why he needed to oil up my ass and he said that it was incase I lost.

Lenny then fitted me with a pair of tight white thin briefs that just barley
covered my junk.  I don't have many pubs but what I do have poked out of he
top.  I could feel my ass cheeks hanging out the bottom and a good amount of
butt cleavage was showing.  He adjusted my package so it would look good in
the light. He smeared my feet with surf board wax for traction and gave me a
pair of white slippers.

Lenny looked me up and down and said, "David, I was the special boy just a
few years ago. If you win you will be the special boy again next week.  If
you loose please don't come back again.  It may sound like good money but it
is not worth it.  Look at me.  I'm 17 and have no where else to go.  I have
no other friends but these.  If you loose go back to your childhood."  I
asked, "What if I win?"  he said "Then fuck him hard and long for me."  It
was at that moment that they called me to the ring.

Lenny led me to the scale and a older man in a referees suit weighed me and
pulled out my dick and examined it rolling back the foreskin and then
tugging on the balls. He noticed a drop of pre-cum on the tip and touched it
so it made a string the stretched out a few inches and them snapped.  He
smiled and then moved to explore my ass.  I asked Lenny what was going on
and he said that this was Old Bruce and they just let him handle the new
meat as a favor.  With that old Bruce painted a black band around my bicep
with a red tip.  I recognized it as my rank.  He then put the number 1 Above
that.  Lenny pulled up my shorts and adjusted my balls again for me.

I was escorted by Lenny and he put a short robe over me as I walked.  The
woman with the hat reached from the crowd to slip her fingers under my ball
sack and then snap my waist band.  She whispered, "win by ten points."

I go to the ring and was cheered by the crowd.  I was loving it.  I lifted
my arms as Lenny took off the robe.  The crowd erupted in defining cheers.
Lenny said in my ear, "flex for the crowd.  It will run up the betting if
they get a nice show, and try to be sexy."  I pushed out my chest and flexed
my arms.  Even I was impressed by how muscular I looked in the spot light.
I cocked my right knee and did five quick side kicks like a rapid fire
rifle. I moved the mussels around my shoulder blades and made the tips of my
angel wings touch.  I placed my palms on the small of my back and ran my
hands from their to my ankles going ever so slowly over my butt cheeks.
Once bent half in two I spread my legs and let my ball sack hang between
heaven and earth.  I rocked my hips  so my balls rocked too.  The crowd was
in a frenzy and I jumped around doing ax kicks and flying moon kicks.

Lenny took me by the hand and sat me in the corner of he rings as my
opponent came from the locker room.  I could see that he also had on a white
robe and as he stepped in the ring I noticed that he was Korean.  He raised
his hands to the crowd and he got the same response as I did.  My shorts
were tight but his were tighter.  My shorts were small but his were smaller.
  And his bulge was so small it looked like it belonged on a nine year old.
He looked at me with the fire of hate in his eyes and shouted the same words
in Korean I had heard from the 15 year old only a few moments earlier.
Instead of flexing he gave the international sign to the crowd for
go-fuck-yourself.

The fight went as you would expect.  In the boxing part I out reached him
and out maneuvered him.  He got in a kidney shot and I fell to my knee.  I
asked about a foul and was told that their were no fouls in this sport.  So
I set about pulverizing his kidneys.  By the time the first round was over I
looked at my opponent to see that he was sweating so bad than I could see
his little dick as if he were naked.  I looked down to mine and saw almost
the same thing.  I was almost bear ass naked in fount of a thousand people.
Some of them girls.

As we rested for 90 seconds between rounds the woman in the big hat came up
to the side of the ring and stroked my inner thigh with a hundred dolor
bill.  She said that if I shed my shorts for the next round she would give
me that bill right then and their.  I declined even though I had so little
covered.  She made her way to my opponent and he stood as she pealed down
the tiny briefs like a snake skin to expose such a cute little dick.  He was
only about 2 or so inches long limp and had maybe 15 hairs. She handled his
boyhood right their in fount of everybody and he shot up to an even 4 inches
rock hard.

I should have taken him in the next round.  I am a lot better than what I
did out their, and I know my stuff better than him.  But I was distracted by
being almost naked and by the boner that would not go down on his brown
little body.

At the bell Lenny told me to concentrate on hid dick during the grappling
round and do some damage to his balls.  My opponent put his briefs back on,
but his dick head still shot out over the top.  The woman in the big hat
came back and offered me two hundred this time to wrestle naked.  I declined
and she did not offer this to the Korean boy.

Several times I had my ass in his face and once he had his balls in mine.  I
remembered about no fouls and what Lenny had said so I bit his left ball
hard.  He let loose of me and I pinned him quickly.

The match was over and we waited for the announcement from the judges.  I
felt for sure I had won but wondered if it had been by 10 points.  The call
came in less than a minuet.  I had won by 12 points.  What I expected was a
nice hand shake and a check and to be lead back to the locker room by Lenny.
  Instead my opponent was crying and slobbering like a fool.  The referee
pulled down the boys shorts and a line of wrestlers marched up to him and
hung ribbons of shame on his naked body and a few wrote with large black
marker on his chest, and even on his balls.  One man that looked to be his
father yelled at him so hard that spit came flying out of his mouth and
landed on the boys body.  The boy sobbed some more.  The father took his
little dick in is hand and wrote something on the boys shaft.  The naked boy
went to reach for his father and the man shoved away the hands.  The crowd
applauded.

Then just as I am expecting to get off the ring a cage looking like a large
bird cage is lowered to the center of the ring.  The other boy looks at it
and sobs uncontrollably.  Lenny walked up behind me and said, "This is your
victory lap.  You need to get in and humiliate the boy. "  I looked up at
Lenny and he explained, "you have to fuck him in the ass.  Now no matter
when you cum just keep humping his ass until they land you back here.  I
will be here for you."  With out notice Lenny jerked off my shorts also and
the men gave me a white ribbon of praise and a pat on the butt cheek.  Lenny
led me to the cage where the other boy was waiting with his butt cheeks
spread and bent over at the waist.

I had never even touched another guys stuff before.  I have been involved in
a circle jerk with three of my friends about 9 or 10 times, but we kept our
hands to ourselves.  I had seen gay porn on the net before and once had a
dream about having sex with  Willy Nelson but I had no clue how to butt
fuck.  Lenny gave me vague instruction on how to slip in and about the
sphincter and the blood trail and I had to go to school on only that
information.

I had not even noticed when I had gone hard but I was.  I tried to slip it
in but I found resistance.  I had no mercy on the tight hole or the
blubbering boy underneath me.  I felt the cage lift off the ring and I
thrust in all the way with one shot.

It was the best feeling I had ever felt.  I continued to hump and the cage
began to spin.  I noticed the spot lights on us and that we were not just
going up but were passing just over the heads of all the audience.  Camera
flashes were blinding me with rainbow spots.

  As I got to the large crowd near the concession stands I just got this
urge to be wild.  I pulled out of the boy and shot my load over the crowd.
I stuck my hips out between two bars in the cage and shot long ropes of
sticky white juice over the crowd in its evening cloths.  One load after the
next of over ripe sperm shot on children, men, women and onto the food
venders.  One boy about 9 or so jumped and reached for a string of my stuff
and caught it in mid air and smelled of it as I watched.  I don't know how
many shots that orgasm consisted of but I felt safe in saying that it was
between 10 and 12.  Sound like a lot?  It does to me to but it happened.

By the time we landed the boy had turned, still weeping, and licked my dick
head and stated sucking it.  I was hard again when they opened the door and
presented me with the check, Lenny slipped pair of red briefs on me that the
winner got to keep.

I went right to the showers to get the oil off my body.  Lenny stripped down
and came with me.  He used a loofa and cleaned my body of oil and sweat.  As
we were in their naked Kyle, the instructor, and the woman in the big hat
walked into the shower.  They were completely dressed and they started
talking to us as if everything were normal.

"David, I liked your little show in the cage today and I would like you to
do that again next week.  Here is a extra $500 to make sure you have
incentive to win next week, and it's a $1000 purse.  The woman in the big
hat offered to dry me off and she said that we needed some alone time before
I went back home.  I told her that I was not so good being naked around
women but she told me I had nothing to worry about.  She felt every crevasse
of my naked body and patted everything dry twice.  We went to a table in the
back of the room and she pulled the curtain around us.  She stood close to
my still nude erection and took my hand and slid it under her dress.  The
slit that came up to her waist was warm, smooth and inviting.  My fingers
fond a surprise beyond words.  She was  a he.  He had the nicest shaved
boner I had ever seen and the only one I had ever felt.

He stripped off his dress, pealed off the wig and hat and laid on the table
and spread his shaved legs.  He took me by the balls and said, "Now fuck me
like you did that little boy."