Date: Tue, 3 Jun 2003 20:31:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Collage Maker
Subject: Pit Fighters (Part 3)

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...