Love Underground: Sexfight Diaries

Part 1

I saw the ad in the boxing gym where I worked out. It was a little black square of cardboard with red and white lettering. "Like a little pain and pleasure? Wanna test your mettle against real competition? Big $$$ for those brave enough to answer the call." Below that there was a time, 8 pm, and address, but no date. I read it over a couple times and looked around the gym to see if anybody was watching me read it. Had someone put it there as a joke? I looked around one more time before taking it off the board and putting it in my pocket. Honestly, any other time I would have laughed it off and left it hanging there, but this morning I had woken up to an eviction notice on my door and an overdraft charge from my bank. My plan to work as a Doordasher through college just wasn't getting it done, and I could forget about my junior year of college with no money to pay tuition. Right then, that little card seemed like just what I needed.

The address was across town and if I showered now I could leave the gym and just make it by 8 pm. That was how I found myself standing outside a seemingly abandoned 6 story building a couple hours later wondering just what the hell I was doing. The building wasn't even lit up except for a little door off a side alley. For all I knew, the little ad I picked up had been left by a serial killer looking for gullible idiots like me to show up. I was still looking at the dimly lit door when I heard voices from behind me. I spun around, ready for the worst, my heartbeat suddenly pounding. Two men in jeans and leather jackets were heading toward the door talking amongst themselves. They didn't seem to be paying me any particular attention, which caused me to ease up a little. They walked straight past me and to the door, knocking three times. After a couple seconds it opened and a large, fit black man opened the door and ushered them inside. He looked like a bouncer of some sort, dressed in a tight-fitting black shirt and black slacks, definitely not someone to mess with. He looked at me, his eyes scanning me up and down.

Finally, he raised an eyebrow. "You coming or what?" he asked.

I hesitated for a second, not sure about any part of this, but finally I shook my head. Fuck it, I thought, and waved to the bouncer and walked through the door. He led me and the other two men down a long dimly lit hallway. Eventually we took a left through two double doors into a large room. Like the hallway, it was dimly lit, but the space felt very large. In the middle of the room was a boxing ring. There was already a small crowd gathered around the ring, but the ring itself was empty except for a spotlight. Everyone there was men, most of them very fit. It was clear that most of them had probably seen ads like the one I'd seen in their own gyms. Whatever this was they wanted men of a certain type. I recalled the words in the ad. "Like a little pain and pleasure?" Was this some kind of BDSM thing? A sex club? Maybe porn? The image of a mass orgy suddenly sprang into my mind, all the men in the room naked, thrusting and writhing, sweating, moaning, gasping. I shook my head to clear the image away, but I was also asking myself just how much I would be willing to go along with. I liked sex as much as any guy my age, but would I be willing to do porn? I had a few friends who did OnlyFans stuff, usually solo or with their boyfriends. A couple of guys had asked me if I would be interested in filming, but I had always ended up turning them down. I just wasn't sure I wanted to have something like that out on the Internet forever. But I didn't see any cameras here.

If anything, I felt pretty comfortable amongst the crowd here, partly because I knew I looked like I belonged. All the time I hadn't spent working and studying I had spent in the gym working on my body and it showed. I was about average height, just over six feet. I was white with short, straight dark hair and eyes that I always thought were brown but others had called hazel. I thought my best feature was my chest and abs; I had well-defined pecs and my abs looked pretty good. But to be honest, more than one man had told me my best feature was my ass, which I certainly wasn't ashamed of, and when I wanted to get laid, sending a pic of my ass in a jockstrap always closed the deal. I wouldn't say I have a huge dick, maybe slightly above average? No one had ever complained about that either.

The crowd was starting to mutter pretty loudly when two men entered the room, instantly silencing everyone. One of the men was older than the other, in his forties, fit but not the way the gathered men were, but still good looking. He had a shaved bald head and salt and pepper goatee, and clear blue eyes. He had an air of confidence about him that rose from his life experience. Lots of daddy energy, which I might have been attracted to normally, if not the other man standing beside him. The man with him was... fucking gorgeous. He was about six-four and was built like a pro wrestler, wide shoulders, thick neck, chiseled arms sticking out of a sleeveless black shirt. He had a face like a European model, high cheek bones, thick straight blonde hair that was slicked back all the way down his neck. Two blue eyes like alpine ponds. He had an annoyed look on his face like he didn't really want to be there. His eyes occasionally scanned the crowd, and during one of those scans his eyes met mine and he seemed to bore into my soul, his face a mixture of contempt and apathy, and yet even the hint of attention from him sent a shiver down my spine and made me semi erect. I immediately imagined all kinds of things he would do to me naked. Suddenly the idea of filming porn sounded amazing.

Both men climbed the steel steps and entered the ring. The older man started speaking, his voice was loud and carried well in the auditorium.

"Good evening, gentlemen, thank you for answering the ad. My name is Bruce; I'm the general manager of this little outfit. I'm going to go over a short introduction and then you can ask any questions you want. If any of you want to leave, you're free to do so at any time." He waited, but no one moved toward the door. "Okay, then. This is the Underground. We run a fighting league here. This is our champion, Jake. He's been with us for three years, and he's been the champion for three years." Jake just stood there with his massive arms crossed as though he hadn't heard or just didn't care. "The rules of the fights are simple. Matches are either fight to fuck, or just a straight up fuck. First one to cum loses. Fight to fuck matches are submission only, no hits to the face, head, or below the belt. The winner of the match then gets to fuck the loser in the ring." A few murmurs went through the crowd, some of them stunned, a few others laughed as though it was a joke, and a few others were already shaking their heads, disgusted by the idea. Bruce let the crowd take in the information for a couple seconds before continuing. He had clearly seen every possible reaction a thousand times. "During fight season, you will have ten fights, not including a championship round. We have about 3 fights every night, which means you'll fight every three days. At the end of the season, we have a final match to crown the champion. Winners get big money. Losers still get paid, but not as much as winners. Not nearly as much. Questions?"

One of the men raised his hand. "If we win a submission match, can we choose not to fuck afterward?"

"No. This league is as much about the fucking as it is the fighting. It's what our clientele pays so much money to see. It's what you get paid for. You wanna get paid, you fuck."

A few of the men grumbled amongst themselves and about a third of them, probably ten men, turned and filed out. The man giving the presentation said nothing but waited for them to go before continuing to those of us who remained.

"A few more rules. If you lose three matches in a row you're disqualified for the season but you're free to try again next year." He looked around at all of us remaining. He glanced over his shoulder at Jake, who was still standing there with his arms crossed. He almost seemed asleep on his feet. "Any final words of wisdom for our new recruits, champ?" He spoke the word champ with some sarcasm, but Jake seemed totally unphased.

"Yeah," said Jake, "leave, before I get my hands on you." I thought I saw his eyes flick in my direction when he said that, but maybe it was just wishful thinking.

Bruce shook his head slowly, no small amount of annoyance evident on his face. "Alright, boys, hit the locker room. Your first practice starts in five. Leave your clothes behind. We're gonna see if you got the goods or not."

The same bouncer from the entrance was at the door of the locker room, handing out slips of paper with our locker assignments on them. It was a nice locker room, like a high end gym, black metal lockers, wooden benches. There was a large crash pad in the middle of the floor for some reason. Some guys immediately went to the showers and started filling the room up with warm steam and the smell of body wash, but I had showered before I came so I just undressed and put my folded clothes into my assigned locker. I had worn a thong, which was what I usually wore because I found them so comfortable and flattering, but I probably would have worn something else if I thought I was going to have to take my clothes off in front of everyone. I wasn't a prude, but I wasn't an exhibitionist either, and I started feeling a little self-conscious when I glanced around and saw mostly boxer briefs and boxer shorts. A few tighty-whities, but I was the only one sporting a thong. It wasn't even necessarily an athletic one either, more of a fashion one, the one I wore when I was trying to get laid. It was all I'd had available after my workout. It was white, almost transparent if I was sweating, and it was pretty easy to see everything I was packing in it, and it was kind of high-cut so my ass really popped out for full display, great for my self-confidence, and when I was trying to close the deal with a date, but not so much in a room full of men who were looking to get any competitive edge they could on each other. Not like I had much choice if I wanted to stay. At least I would stand out, I figured.

Five minutes later, we were all gathered outside the ring again. I had felt more than a few stares and more than a few snickers at my attire. I wasn't sure what Bruce had meant by practice, but there was a good chance that my cock would be popping out well before it was over. The auditorium was cold, and even though my skin had goosebumps on it, I could barely feel it over the nervousness I felt. I couldn't help but wonder if I had any idea what I was getting myself into. Was this really going to be worth the money? They hadn't even told us how much we would be earning. I tried to remind myself that I didn't have a choice. It was this or go back to delivering food and not being able to afford my rent. And hey, at least I would be getting laid.

Bruce and Jake once again appeared in the ring. Bruce eyed us all up at once. He nodded at me. "At least one of you got the assignment," he said sarcastically and I wasn't sure if he was complimenting or mocking me. "Good news, gentlemen. Our illustrious champion has decided to be your tutor for today. So watch and learn. Who wants to volunteer?" As he was looking for hands to pop up, Jake brushed past him and jabbed his finger straight at me.

"You. Get your ass up here, pretty boy." There was no mistaking who he was talking to as every eye in the room turned to me. I felt completely naked, even though I already mostly was.

Bruce seemed annoyed that Jake had cut him off, but he gestured me up to the ring.

"Tell us your name, son."

"My name is Colt."

"Nobody cares about his name, Bruce!" Jake shouted and fixed me with another cold glare. "I said move your ass, let's go!" I moved without thinking, walking over to the steps and then climbing into the ring. I stood in one corner as Jake took the other. He pulled his shirt off, exposing his well-defined muscular torso. He was tan under the lights of the ring, his muscles seeming to gleam in the dim auditorium. His perfect pecs, with small dark nipples, and every ab perfectly defined. He looked like a comic book superhero. And then he stripped off his breakaway pants and I found myself grasping the ropes with both hands. He wore a simple pair of black briefs, but in spite of the dark fabric it was not hard to see the massive bulge between his legs, accentuated all the more by his sculpted, muscular thighs. I was starting to sweat. I was using every ounce of willpower I had to keep myself from getting a raging boner and I was only mildly successful as I could feel the fabric of my thong starting to strain. The fabric was so tight that it kept things contained, but it wouldn't stay that way if I got jostled out of it.

Jake moved toward the center of the ring and I decided to do the same. He barely looked at me as we approached each other. He had at least 3 inches and 20 pounds on me, almost all of those pounds were muscle. He had a very cocky sense of self-assurance. He seemed to have none of the reservations that I was experiencing. I kept my face straight, trying not to betray my uncertainty. I held out my hand to him. "My name's Mateo, by the way," I said. He didn't even look at my hand. Instead he looked me up and down, slowly, as if deciding which part of a meal he wanted to devour first. His eyes paused on my slowly expanding bulge. "Really knew what you were doing with those panties, huh, pretty boy? Don't you worry, I'm gonna take real good care of you. In the ring," his voice dropped low and suggestive, "and afterwards."

He winked at me before backing into his corner. I didn't know what to say or do so I backed up into my own corner. There was a part of me (a larger part of me than I wanted to admit) that found his cockiness sexy and deeply appealing, but there was another part of me that found it repulsive, and it also rubbed against my competitive nature. Yeah, he was sexy as fuck, and I definitely wanted to fuck him, but the way he was putting our interactions on his terms, without regard or respect for me, that pissed me the fuck off. I let that feeling have control of me when the bell rang.

All the other would-be competitors had gathered around the ring. Some of them seemed to be cheering me on, others making catcalls and whistling. Bruce stood just behind them, arms crossed, the only one who seemed interested in the actual contest that would be unfolding.

As Jake approached the center of the ring, he stared right at me, a predatory gleam in his eye. I saw his eyes glance again over my bulge, and he smirked.

"I'm gonna enjoy making you tap out," he muttered.

He lunged at me without warning, trying to pull me in for a collar and elbow tie up, but with his strength I knew that was a trap and I sidestepped him, but his bulk still managed to make contact and I was hurtled backward into the ropes. He was quick and pinned me against the rope with his body. His rippling muscles pressing against my body, skin on skin, his muscles pressed hard against me, exerting his clearly superior strength. He was solid like stone. If it wasn't for the stress of the situation I think I would have been fully erect.

"You're mine now," he growled in my ear before throwing me to the mat. I hit face first and I made an oof noise as the air was ejected from my lungs as my body hit the canvas. As I struggled to rise, he planted a heavy foot on my back, forcing me back down. I wasn't off to a very good start. Outside the ring, a few of the men clapped and called out their encouragement, and a few of the others jeered and told me to give it up already.

"The sooner you submit, the easier this will be for you," Jake said, grinding his heel into my back. "If you make me work, I'm really gonna make you pay."

His confidence was unshakable. He was toying with me and we both knew it. This was his domain and he was the alpha dog. This was the first fight of this kind most of the men here would ever see and he needed to exhibit his supremacy, and he was going to do it at my expense.

But there, pressed flat on the mat, I told myself that this was what I signed up for and I wasn't going to leave empty handed. A sudden surge of adrenaline rippled through me and I was able to rock myself over onto my back, taking Jake just slightly off balance, enough for me to sit up and land a stiff punch directly into his knee, causing it to buckle, allowing me to roll away from his grinding foot. I heard the group suddenly roar up in support of my sudden show of spirit. I launched myself into the ropes and used the momentum of the rebound to leap toward Jake, intending to land a flying elbow, only to have him snatch me out of the air and immediately entrap me in a bearhug.

His massive arms wrapped around my waist and squeezed me like a python, cutting off my air supply. I also felt my ribs creak under the pressure as he lifted me clear off the ground and with a flex of his biceps, he hoisted me even higher, my feet dangling helplessly.

I could only scream, my arms flailing uselessly against his chest. But my legs were wrapped around his hips and as he bounced I felt the tip of his hard cock poking my hole through his bikini briefs. Even through the agony of his vice-like arms squeezing the life from me, I felt myself getting hard as he pressed me against his muscular body.

"Nice try, pretty boy," Jake laughed, bouncing on the mat a couple times for added pain, but it also caused some friction against my thong-enclosed cock, his washboard abs rubbing directly against the head of my dick, sending pleasure rippling down through my toes even as my back screamed at me. I thought back to the advertisement on the billboard, "Like a little pleasure and pain?" I heard the words in Jake's voice, and then heard him actually say: "Too bad I saw it coming from a mile away." He bounced a couple more times, each bounce squeezing slightly more air out of me. He pulled me in close and oh god, he pressed his bulge up between my legs, and that's when I felt how hard he was. "Now you're gonna learn your place," he growled, his breath hot against my neck.

He released me, letting me fall to the mat like a sack of potatoes, landing flat on my back. I wheezed, trying to catch my breath and just as I finally tasted air for the first time in what felt like hours, his foot slid under me and flipped me over onto my stomach. He grabbed my arms and pinned them against the mat over my head. He was perched over me, his crotch pressed directly on my ass and I could feel his erection pushing between my ass cheeks. "Is this why you came here?" he whispered, his lips brushing my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "To be dominated by a real man?" He ground his hips against me suggestively and the crowd whooped in excitement. I felt humiliated yet undeniably aroused, my cock straining hard against the thin fabric of my thong. I couldn't believe that I hadn't popped out of it yet from all the movement. I sneered a curse at him, but my voice was muffled by the mat. He grabbed my hair with one hand and yanked my head up off the mat, his mouth at my ear, his breath stinging my neck. "What was that?"

"I said fuck you," I snarled defiantly.

He laughed and pushed my face back into the canvas. He had me completely pinned and immobile. I felt his powerful legs between my own and he forced my legs wide apart with his knees. I wriggled for some kind of freedom, but he was too strong. He was fully on top of me now and I groaned involuntarily as I once again felt his fully aroused cock through the fabric of his briefs as he pressed himself directly against my opening and began dry humping me. Whatever thin guise had existed in pretending this was some kind of actual fight evaporated. He was simply humiliating me and the crowd around the ring were eating it up. They whooped and hollered and catcalled me and asked when they were getting their turn. I shouted and furiously tried to escape, but at the same time, as much as I tried to deny it, my own arousal was readily apparent. If he flipped me over right that moment, my cock would spring out of my thong. Even though I screamed for escape, part of me also wanted him to take off those damn briefs and just fuck me already.

"You love this, don't you, pretty boy?" he sneered down at me. "Is that why your name's Colt? You like getting ridden like a horse?" His hand slammed down hard on my ass cheek, the sound seemed to echo through the entire auditorium. I yelped, my back arching and he grabbed my hips and thrust himself right up against me, I could feel the heat of his cock, the round erect tip nearly entering me. My head snapped back and I let out an involuntary groan. He was so hard and I could almost feel myself opening for him. I felt him pause in anticipation, waiting for my submission, but I refused to be so easily subjugated, even as my body begged me to give in.

"Fuck you, asshole," I growled instead, and when he looked into my eyes I made sure to show him every ounce of fiery defiance I still had.

I tried not to sink into despair when he simply laughed at my futile struggles, clearly enjoying himself, like a predator keeping its prey alive. He found me amusing, nothing more. But his preening didn't cease his insistent attack. His thrusts become more forceful, the rigid heat of his erection searing my sweaty flesh even through the thin layers of fabric that separated us. My hole ached for him, demanding to be filled and ruined. I felt the fabric of my thong almost being pulled into my hole.

"That's it, keep fighting," Jake goaded, his lips pressed against my ear, his body nearly enveloping mine. "It'll just make it hotter when I break you."

One of his hands snaked through my hair, grasping it by the roots and he wrenched my head back. He licked a stripe up my throat, tasting the salt of my exertion.

"Gonna fucking wreck this tight, juicy little ass," he promised, loud enough for those around the ring to hear. "Pound you 'til you're screaming for more." I let out an involuntary moan, my body almost shaking with anticipation and the desire to give in to him completely. Was this what Bruce meant when he said matches needed to be ended by submission? Jake's words caused a few shouts of encouragement among the men watching. The onlookers around the ring stared at us with wide, hungry eyes, licking their lips, ready to pounce like a pack of wolves. They sensed the end was near and I felt their gazes on my nearly naked body, all of them wishing they could be Jake in that moment, so they could take what they wanted, earn the reward they earned in victory. I realized then that I was just an unwitting patsy. The hamster they dropped into the maze to watch it struggle. I managed to look up and past the crowd and saw Bruce sitting quietly, watching the match unfold without expression. Would he put a stop to it if Jake went too far? Or did he even have the power to stop Jake? Did anyone? Once again, I realized I had no idea what I had gotten into.

Jake's fingers dug into my hips as he rutted against me harder, faster, chasing his pleasure at my expense. Lost in a haze of pain, embarrassment and, yes, pleasure, the best I could do was muster a helpless moan as he used my body for his satisfaction, the crowd ogling and eating up every debasing moment. My cock was impossibly hard.

The odds of a comeback seemed hopeless, but Jake's own hard-on provided a momentary reprieve. I felt his knees wobble as he rutted me, his pace fluctuating as he fought to keep from cumming. His sudden hesitation was just enough that his grip relaxed slightly, as though assuming the last of the fight had gone out of me, and that was when I managed to wriggle free. I dove away and came up in a roll and then landed up on my feet. The crowd gasped in shock at the maneuver and then burst into cheers and encouragement. I had just escaped certain defeat and had earned some respect. I turned around to face Jake again and he had already gotten back to his feet as well, the two of us squaring off again, but this time both of our cocks were rock hard and neither of us could hide it. His bikini briefs were being stretched to the limit, barely containing his giant bulging cock. My own cock ached as it pressed itself against the constricting fabric of my thong. It had slipped down my hips in all the action and was barely hanging on me now. I thought about just getting rid of them, not like they were really hiding anything at this point, my throbbing erection was readily apparent to everyone watching. But I kept them on, even pulling them up a bit. It was my last bit of dignity in this contest and I wasn't just going to throw it away, toss in the proverbial towel.

I saw Jake's eyes as he took me in, a smile spreading his lips as he observed my erection, realizing that I was just as hard as him, not in spite of what he'd done to me but as a result of it. I should have seen the danger for what it was. He knew he made me hard, that my resistance was only mental and not physical, and that he only needed to break my will to get what he wanted. His eyes met mine and he winked and licked his lips hungrily.

"Not bad, pretty boy. Tougher than I thought." Then he reached down and slid his briefs down and let them drop on the mat. His cock was as perfect as the rest of him, flawless. It was about 8 inches long, girthy, cut, with a thick mushroom tip. The sight of it sent a shiver of fear and desire through me. No wonder his thrusts had flustered me so badly. Another shudder of awe swept through the crowd. "But still no match for me." He kicked his briefs off to the corner of the ring. "Now let's finish this."

He stood ready and beckoned me forward, his legs spread, his knees bent, arms wide.

I charged at him suddenly just before he could get his stance locked, trying to catch him by surprise, and just as I expected, he tried to wrap me into another bear hug, but I rolled under his arms and swung my leg out sweeping into his own and he hit the mat back first, a great puff of air ejected from his lungs by the impact. I grabbed his arm and yanked it back as I wrap my legs over his head. I had him in an armbar.

Jake grunted in surprise as he found himself suddenly locked in the submission hold, a completely different position than he thought he'd be in even three seconds ago. He thrashed beneath me, trying to break free, but I held on with every ounce of strength I could muster.

"Fuck!" he snarled, his face contorted in surprised agony. "Get the hell off me!"

But I maintained the submission lock, trying to pull his arm further, but it wasn't easy with how strong he was. He fought me over every centimeter, until both of our muscles were shaking from the exertion. We were both at our limits. Either he was about to tap out or I was about to lose grip on the hold. He let out a strangled cry, and I felt him barely starting to weaken. The crowd roared its approval at seeing Jake suddenly on his back in legitimate peril.

"Tap out, tap out, tap out!" the ringside crowd chanted. I gritted my teeth, pulling back on his arm with every ounce of strength I could summon. It was like trying to pull a tree from the ground.

Then, I felt him shift and, for a second, I thought he was going to tap out, but instead he rolled onto his side, pushing my legs up and leaving me just slightly off balance, but in that moment I felt his arm beginning to slide from my grip. I continued holding on, releasing an anguished cry of determination, but Jake rose from the ground like a tidal wave, his free hand grabbed my right wrist and as he rose he also pulled me into the air. I found myself rising quickly and I dared a quick glance down and to see he'd pulled me up above his shoulders, and before I could even contemplate what this might mean or how I might have escape this new development, he slammed me back down onto the mat.

I feel all the air go out of my lungs as I hit the mat hard. I couldn't even scream, but my vision went dark and then blurry from the pain. I lost my grip on his arm completely and for a second I nearly blacked out from lack of oxygen. I could barely move or make a sound except desperately trying to inhale more air. Then, out of the seeming darkness, Jake's hand lashed out and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me back into the painful present. My body didn't feel like it was working, I was being manipulated like a puppet. Jake pulled me to my feet by my hair. My arms hung limply at my sides as I barely knew what was going on. All I felt was pain.

"I warned you to tap out early," Jake sneered at me. In the next instant, his other hand shot out and gripped my inner thigh and he hoisted me up onto his broad, sweaty shoulders and he stretched me out in a torture rack submission hold. Before I could even fully process this new pain, his hand moved from my thigh to cup my balls beneath my thong and he squeezed hard. I came back to life screaming in agony, impaled and helpless on his shoulders.

Jake held me suspended in the agonizing hold, my body feeling like it was being torn apart. To emphasize that feeling, his hand pulled the front of my thong to the side, exposing my cock and balls, but before I could even register that little embarrassment, his fist closed harder around my vulnerable testicles, squeezing mercilessly. The pain was excruciating, overwhelming, drowning out everything else. All I could do was scream, writhing helplessly in his grasp as tears streamed down my face.

"That's it, cry for me," Jake taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. "Scream nice and loud so everyone knows what a pathetic little bitch you are."

I wave my free hand furiously, signaling my surrender. "I submit! I submit! Fuck! Please!" I screamed. The crowd erupts at my defeat, some of them groaning in disappointment, others cheering and clamoring for Jake to go even further.

Jake didn't release the hold. He did release the grip on my balls, which was no small relief, but his hand moved just a couple inches back and he plunged his middle finger into my exposed ass. I gasped and grunted as he dipped his middle finger in and out several times, grazing my prostate with his fingertip. That mix of pain and pleasure was suddenly back. But I'd had enough. I just wanted the pain to end. I continued to scream my surrender and Jake continued to plunge his finger deep inside me. Despite the trauma he had caused to my balls only moments before, my cock began leaking precum.

"That's enough! Jake, put him down, goddammit!" Bruce had finally intervened, pushing through the crowd. He slammed both fists on the mat and jabbed a finger at Jake.

Jake released me abruptly, dumping me on the mat in a crumpled heap, staring lasers at Bruce. When Bruce didn't back down, Jake stepped back to stand over my prone form, his chest heaving with exertion and triumph and basking in the mixed adulation and disapproval of the crowd. Bruce was still glowering at him, but Jake didn't seem to care.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jake finally looked down at me. I was still lying on the mat, curled up in the fetal position, one hand between my legs, holding my still aching balls. He reached down toward me. I tried to put my hand up to stop him.

"No more, please!" I whimpered, nearly racked by a sob. I knew how weak and pathetic I looked in that moment, naked and broken and crumpled on the mat, holding my bruised pride in my hand while I begged for mercy. What a miserable failure I had turned out to be in this competition. I just wanted to go home and disappear.

But Jake just shook his head and brushed my hand away, once again taking me by the hair.

"Pathetic," he sneered, as though reading my thoughts. "I told you I was going to break you. It wasn't even hard. Now you're mine." He pulled me close to him, one of his hands gripping the back of my neck and the other holding my hair. He licked my cheek and hissed in my ear. "Tell me you don't want me inside you." He pulled my head back to look into my eyes, his grip loosening on my hair just enough to let me shake my head if I wanted to. In that moment I wasn't totally sure what I wanted. I could have left, he seemed to be giving me the opening, but something there, the energy of his anticipation, the way my body desired him even though he had inflicted such incredible pain on me, I couldn't bring myself to say no. Instead I merely whimpered, neither a tacit admission nor a denial. It was the only answer he needed.

He bent over and picked me up by the thighs, throwing me over his shoulder. I hung draped over his back as he took me out of the ring and past the crowd into the dark. I could have gone home, but I had come here and agreed to the rules they had offered and now I had to live by them. I let my head hang as Jake carried me away from the ring, but I could feel the hot stares of the other men, absorbed their shaming gazes as I was carried past them, unable to look at any of them. I had just been pretty publicly embarrassed and I had no idea how that would affect my time here going forward, but I couldn't worry about that in the moment. I had no idea what Jake had in store for me. At the same time, my cock was still semi rigid in spite of the punishment he'd unleashed on my balls and the contact of my most sensitive organ pressed against his naked flesh, feeling the hard sinewy muscles of his upper body as he carried me, told me everything about why I had chosen not to leave.

We didn't go far. Jake carried me into the same locker room where I had dressed with the other men. He threw the door open and marched inside. He set me back down on my feet and pushed me hard up against a locker, his hand pinning me to the wall of lockers by the neck, but he wasn't choking me. Several other men were in there, in various stages of undress. They looked confused.

"Out," Jake said, his eyes never leaving mine. When they hesitated he turned and shouted "I said out!" His voice thundered, and everyone scrambled like ants, snatching up towels to throw around their waists as they fled. When they were gone, Jake turned to me. His chest was heaving, I could feel the muscles of his arm tensing, felt the strength in his hand around my neck. He could have crushed me if he'd wanted to, but that wasn't what he had planned. He grabbed the waistband of my thong, which no longer covered anything and yanked it down letting it fall at my feet.

We were now both fully naked in front of each other. No secrets remaining.

"Tell me," he growled with his hand around my neck. "Tell me you want it."

There was no confusion about what he was asking. He was pressed against me and I could feel his cock nearly boring a whole into my crotch. My own cock stood to meet his, and the feeling of my cock brushing his made my knees weak. I could feel his body shaking with desire, or maybe it was my own. I couldn't tell.

His eyes burned with a raw ferocity that I had never seen. I couldn't turn away.

"Tell me you want my cock inside you."

I met the ferocity in his eyes like I had when we'd squared up in the ring. I wasn't afraid.

"I want it," I hissed at him through gritted teeth. I barely got the words out before his lips were on mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth and pressing against my tongue. I inhaled his breath, my hands on his arms as he continued to hold my neck in his hands, but they soon moved to the back of my neck and the other toward my ass. I ran my hands down his chest, the solid slab muscles there, the small hard nipples in my fingers. Suddenly he spun me around and pushed me up against the lockers again, one leg spreading my feet apart and I felt one of his hands move down toward his cock and he placed it just at the entrance of my hole, but didn't put it in. Instead he leaned forward and I could feel his whole body pressed against me.

"Tell me again," he ordered, his lips against my ear, his hot breath searing my cheeks.

"I want it," I moaned. Even as the words left my mouth I was surprised by the desperation apparent in my voice.

"Again."

"I want it so bad." To emphasize I pushed my ass out toward his cock, but his hand jerked out and clamped on my hip, holding me still.

"Again," he growled. "Louder."

"I want your fucking cock so fucking bad!" I shouted.

Again, the words were barely out before he pushed himself into me and my head flew back as a startled cry erupted from deep within me and my eyes almost rolled back into my head. He held both my hips tight in his hands, holding me perfectly in place. His lips were on the back of my neck, I felt the hiss of air from his flared nostrils as his girthy cock filled me in. I felt every raw inch, pushing me open, until I felt his smooth mushroom head hit my special button and I saw stars. He withdrew it quickly and then his grip on my hips tightened again as he sheathed himself fully into me a second time, and where the first thrust had drawn a startled cry, the second caused an equally involuntary moan of pure pleasure. I couldn't believe how deep he was in me. Then a third thrust, and a fourth, and then the steady rhythm. I would have thought he would have just started jack hammering me, using my ass like some kind of fleshlight before he tossed me aside, full of cum, but he was being slow and deliberate, taking a moment to fully feel the inside of me against him, to languish in the friction of each thrust, to feel the response my body made as his hands caressed me up and down. He seemed fully aware of my pleasure as well, and it seemed to drive him.

"Your ass is so fucking perfect," he whispered between thrusts. "As soon as I saw you standing there in that little white thong, I knew you were going to feel so good on my cock." His rhythm had quickened now and the sound of wet flesh slapping together filled the locker room.

"And then your fucking attitude in the ring," Jake said. "Your little defiance act. I knew you were going to be such a tasty slut for me."

All that escaped from my mouth was a desperate, choked moan. He fucked me like he'd known me for years, like he knew everything that I wanted to feel. His perfect cock sliding in and out, each thrust accompanied by a wave of intense euphoria, and that mushroom tip was like a pleasure barb at the end and his thrusts, enabling his cock to massage my prostate just right with each roll of his hips. I was going to forget my name if he kept going like that.

His right hand came up and began stroking my rock hard cock and I thought I might just start drooling. His hand moved down to caress my balls, so much more gentle than the last time he'd touched them.

"You like my cock, pretty boy?" he grunted into my ear. I gave an affirmative nod.

"Oh yes," I managed, my breath shaking and husky.

"Say it."

"I love your big cock in me," I gasp. I'd have said anything he asked me in that moment. I was like a puppet on a string, with him controlling every part of me.

In truth, his words barely registered as he slowly and repeatedly sheathed every thick inch inside of me. His voice just became a low drumming noise compared to the pleasure that he was inflicting. All the pains that I had felt only minutes before had been banished by the drug-like euphoria his cock was bringing me now. His pace began to quicken and his hands were all over me, my chest, my nipples, my abs, my thighs, my cock. He bit my shoulder as he thrust into me, not hard, but my hand snaked to the back of his head and I pulled his head close and suddenly his lips were on mine again, searing hot, as his lips devoured my own, our tongues pressing against each other. We were both covered in sweat.

"You fill me up so good. You're so fucking big," I breathed and then immediately groaned as he increased the pressure of his next few thrusts. He chuckled at my reaction and then kissed me again and the speed of his thrusts increased. Hard and fast. My knees were shaking now and he was all but holding me on my feet.

"I bet you're ready to cum, aren't you?" he asked. Our lips grazed roughly together. I felt his chest heaving, and his heart pounding, but he showed no sign of slowing down. He was like a machine. No wonder he had become the champ.

"Yes!"

"What was that?"

"I said yes! Make me cum!" I begged. He laughed again. God he was so fucking cocky. I knew he was an asshole, but right now I didn't care. Hell, it made our sex even hotter.

"You sound desperate, pretty boy. I guess you really do love my cock."

He turned me around again, putting my back to the center of the locker room and pushed me back. Surprised and totally off guard I fell straight back -and onto a crash pad in the middle of the locker room floor. I looked up at him and he stood over me, his face cast totally in shadow by the overhead lights. I could only see the white teeth of his cocky grin and the shape of his dark eyes staring down at my body, and the rigid shape of his fully erect cock, glistening with sweat and pre-cum.

"Like I said before," he said, peering down at me. "Let's finish this." He sunk down to his knees on the crash pad, his arms prying my legs apart and lifting my hips to position himself. I tried to lean forward to pull him closer, but he pushed me back down again and then with a grip of my hips, he buried himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke. I almost blacked out.

He began rutting me, his hips grinding, my legs wrapped around his waist and he pinned my hands over my head. I was about to start jerking my cock, but now I couldn't, but my cock was so hard and sensitive, and when he thrust into me, the entire head of his cock struck my prostate in just the right place. I was beyond words, I couldn't barely even moan. Every thrust he made just caused me to gasp. My own steel hard cock brushed against the groove of his perfect abs with every thrust, I could feel the full weight of him, one man using all of his strength and skill in that moment to bring me to ultimate pleasure. I had never been so thoroughly dominated.

I wasn't even sure when my orgasm began, but my vision went hazy, and I tried to scream, and maybe I did, but my cock took on a life of its own, squirming and spasming and pulsing as long white ropes of cum oozed and then spurt out onto his abs and splashed down onto mine, and even when it was done it wasn't, as waves of pleasure continued to erupt from deep inside, one rolling after the other, I couldn't stop it. I let out a panicked yelp as it took over and my whole body just shook and vibrated. A small white stream formed on my abdomen, from my neck to my belly. I'm not sure when he stopped thrusting, but I think it was several seconds before I had actually registered that he'd stopped. My entire body buzzed almost like my nerves had completely overloaded. He stayed inside me, perched over me, watching me cum, watching the brutal handywork he'd wrought with only his cock. He seemed quite pleased with himself.

When he finally unsheathed, I yelped again, because it felt like someone had removed a part of me, and that huge mushroom tip of his caused another spasm from my legs. He reached down with one hand and rubbed the cum into me, smearing my abs with it. Then he scraped up some more with his fingertips and put them into my mouth. I was beyond resisting him now and I sucked my cum off his fingers like I knew he wanted.

"That's it. That's what your defeat tastes like. And this is what my victory tastes like." He took my wrists and pinned them over my head again and then he swung his leg over so he was straddling my chest, his huge heavy cock right in my face. I realized then that he still hadn't cum. He was still rock hard. "Taste my victory," he ordered. It could have been a request because his words weren't hard or mean, and in that moment I wanted to. I wanted to make him cum, to make him feel even a fraction as good as he'd made me. Without protest I opened my mouth and took him into me. I heard him grunt as my tongue brushed the head of his cock and I sucked hard on it as my tongue worked the underside of the head and shaft. His hips rocked slightly back and forth, but he didn't thrust hard or deep, just down the length of my tongue, feeling the friction of it against his cock. I felt the muscles in his hips and thighs tighten. He didn't speak, but he released my wrists and caressed my head as he slowly moved his hips. I brought my free hand up and wrapped one around his shaft while my other hand gripped his ass for leverage. I moved my head in synch with his thrusts and I could tell he was close as I tasted his pre-cum dribbling into my mouth.

His breathing became more erratic and his hips began to shudder and I braced myself, preparing for a flood down my throat, but just as he began to moan, he suddenly pulled himself out of me and began stroking himself. I gasped in air, but I was also furious because I knew he wasn't going to let me finish him. I wanted his cum inside of me, either my mouth or my ass and he was denying me both. A final humiliation and my disappointment was palpable as his whole body tightened and he grunted and came on my face. I closed my eyes, but I felt it all over. He made almost no noise, but I could feel the muscles in his thighs and hips shake and contract. I knew he was finally done when he let his cock rest on my face and I heard him catching his breath.

"Still awake, pretty boy?" he asked. When I nodded, he grunted his approval and stood up. He looked around the locker room, spotted a hand towel, and placed it over his still half hard cock. I wiped his thick white cum out of my eyes and glared at him. He instantly understood. "You want my cum in you you'll have to earn it."

Satisfied that the cloth covered as much as he needed, he came back over to me and gave me a tap on the cheek. "Welcome to the underground," he said, then standing and smirking to himself, he walked out of the locker room.

A thousand things flooded into my mind to say back to him. I want a rematch. I'll make you pay for this. Watch your back. Go fuck yourself, you asshole. Can I have your number?

But all that I managed was a frustrated grunt. My body was still shaking from the orgasm, and my legs were jelly, and I would have looked stupid saying any of those things with his literal cum on my face. What an illustrious start to my career as a sexfighter.

Barely a second later, the door swung open and the bouncer from before stepped in. If he had any reaction to seeing me laying there covered in cum he didn't show it.

"Get cleaned up. Bruce wants to see you in five," he said.

Continued in Part 2