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Dion Vance

Nate Rivas

Nate_Rivas: I'm in the locker room, nervous but trying to concentrate as I strip down to a skimpy pair of gold speedos that match the gloves they've given me to wear. I know these people are no good, and the place reeks of sweat and corruption, but I need the money and I'll do whatever it takes to get it. Besides, I've never said no to a good fight. So I adjust my gloves, take a deep breath, and walk barefoot and half-naked as I am into the ring room, where the smell of smoke, alcohol, and sweat assaults my nostrils again. I compose myself amid the shouts of the men around me. Rich men wanting some action between two muscular young men. I prefer not to think about it and concentrate on the fight. I climb into the ring as quickly as possible and stretch while throwing a few punches in the air as the announcer calls my opponent.

Dion_Vance: Fuck. I'm back again, trying to make a quick buck. I've generally done well here though, so but it's never a sure thing. Still, who can take me on here anyways? My muscles ripple as I change quickly into my designated red speedo. Gloves on, barefoot strolling into this familiar place. The money is good for the time I spend here, but I've seen some bloody fights here. I see you already standing tall in the ring, quickly shadowboxing to warm up, but more importantly, do a quick flex for the cheering crowd.

Dion_Vance:

Nate_Rivas: I see you step into the ring and flex your muscles. You're certainly in good shape; it's going to be a tough fight. They call us to the center of the ring for a face-off, and I look you in the eyes. We know that only the winner takes the money, so it's going to be a tough fight. If half of what I've heard about this place is true, there will definitely be blood. So I try to focus on you as my opponent and finally nod after a few seconds of staring at you, our chests almost touching. I raise my gloves to bump them together. “May the best man win, dude.”

Nate_Rivas:

Dion_Vance: We come to the center and I can feel the heat off your pecs radiating onto mine. I bump your gloves, "I guess I'm gonna win then." I say and quickly launch a left hook right hook combo across your cheeks to surprise you.

Nate_Rivas: As soon as we touch gloves, you attack treacherously and tilt my head to both sides with two quick blows. NNHH NNH!! You stun me for a moment, but I raise my guard, trying to recover as quickly as possible. The crowd's cheers begin to grow louder as the fight begins.

Dion_Vance: My knuckles vibrate from the impact against your solid face, watching you knocked back and forth hard. I'm already winning and we just started, I thought to myself, so I lunge forward at you - your guard raised so I swing a left hook against your ribs, then a short cross to the center of your abs to follow with a left uppercut aimed for your jaw, confident in every swing.

Nate_Rivas: You press the attack relentlessly, and I cover my torso with my arms to protect myself, even though I feel the blow to my side. However, I block your attempts to penetrate my torso, and when I see the uppercut coming, reading it in the movements of your bare feet on the canvas, I lean back to dodge it and throw a couple of quick jabs, left and right, at your unprotected face, followed by a right hook straight to your navel.

Dion_Vance: Your body is rock solid, my fists trying to break through your sides and abs. And yet you're speedy as well, a quick lean sees my uppercut whiffing through where your chin was. A few taps to my face sends me back, EUH, a groan escapes out of my lips as I feel my flexed abs tested with a solid hook. I bounce back another step and feel the sting of your punch, then try to ram my right shoulder into your chest to gain momentum, following you with a wide left hook to your temple.

Nate_Rivas: I stop your attack with my fists, but despite the blows I take, you absorb them enough with your abs to charge at me with your shoulder, colliding with my chest and making me gasp for air as I take a couple of steps back, off balance, and your next left hook hits my temple, making me duck my head. NNNHHH! I groan in pain but continue the attack from my low position with a combo of left and right jabs right to your stomach, looking to get out of the ropes I'm dangerously close to.

Dion_Vance: Your solid torso tries to stop me but I feel your breath taken away with my shoulder, and my arm swings brutally into your temple. You manage to recover quick though, feeling my abs getting pushed back as I hiss out air with every jab, taking a few steps back. "Not bad man" I say as I breath through our exchange and watch you slowly move away from the ropes. I keep my eyes on you as we slowly circle. I step in to feint a left jab, but quickly stop short to follow with a long right cross to your nose.

Nate_Rivas: We circle each other in the ring, our feet sliding quickly across the canvas amid the shouts of the crowd. Our bodies begin to glisten with sweat, the result of both the atmosphere in the room and the first exchange. I prepare for a series of jabs, but your feint puts me on the defensive and I fall into your trap, receiving a hard straight punch to the nose that throws my body backwards. NNNGGH! I stagger back, opening and closing my eyes to recover.

Dion_Vance: The crowd starts to cheer as my fist connects with your nose, clearly inflicting some pain. I want to end you as soon as I can, so I step forward with another right cross going for the center of your abs, follow up with a solid left uppercut aiming for your jaw.

Nate_Rivas: You follow up the attack and your glove digs into my abs again, knocking the wind out of me and making sweat fly off my body. Then your follow-up punch throws my head back, spitting out saliva and blood. My groin bounces up and down in my speedos. But I manage to stop my fall by digging my heel in and throwing a powerful left punch straight at your chest, then grabbing you by inertia in a clinch, chest to chest.

Dion_Vance: My glove sinks deep into your flexed abs, bending you forward for a painful uppercut that sends you flying back. I smirk, thinking it's time to finish you off. I lunge at you as you back up, ready to throw a cross into your chin, but a sudden left punch stops me, I yelp in the shock. You grab onto me in a clinch and suddenly I'm in your arms. I grit my teeth and quickly throw light hooks into your ribs from my disadvantaged position

Nate_Rivas: I hold you tight with my left hand while my right hand repeatedly punches your side and abs. I feel your blows, but you're in a worse position to land them and they don't do much damage except elicit slight grunts. My head rests on your sweaty shoulder as we continue to exchange blows, our cocks colliding with each other in some of the exchanges. The men around us are going crazy watching these two sweaty, muscular bodies embracing and hitting each other relentlessly.

Dion_Vance: The grunts from me get louder as you find my ribs and obliques repeatedly, realizing I'm losing my ground. The roars in the crowd starts to blur and so I try to break out of your grip, and shove your chest off me.

Nate_Rivas: You try to separate us, and before you can get your way on your own, I lean back, sliding my gloves between our chests and pushing you back against the ropes, to chase you on the rebound with two left and right hooks to your cheek, imitating how you started the fight.

Dion_Vance: You get there first - feeling the force of your shove, back hitting the ropes and bouncing forward. A hard left and right flings the sweat off my hair as I get knocked senseless. Shit, the momentum quickly turned against me and yet the crowd roars even louder. I feel a little dizzy but I try to push myself off the ropes, leaning low to throw a left hook at your abs.

Nate_Rivas: I corner you against the ropes, the crowd cheers me on, wanting to see blood on the canvas, whoever it belongs to. Then you duck and your glove digs into my abs like a sledgehammer. I close my right eye in pain as sweat flies from my chest onto your forearm. NNNGGGH!! My crotch bounces back under my speedos from the impact. I throw a sideways punch with my left, from my crouched position, aiming for your navel.

Dion_Vance: There's still some power left in my punch to my surprise, finding my glove digging deep into your abs, and my cock stirring from the sight of a bruising muscle bound brute in front of me. URRRHH! My abs takes a brutal hit, feeling myself bend over your fist a little, my lower back hitting the ropes once more, flexing hard to try to minimize the damage. My left hand instinctively comes down to try to nurse my abs, breath and energy stolen from that punch, my right propels forward in your general direction, hoping my cross finds your nose.

Nate_Rivas: My glove digs into your stomach again and I move in to finish you off, but your cross forces me to block and keep my distance. I step back and look at you through my guard, circling you again, panting heavily as sweat drips down my forehead and chest. I feel the pain of your blows, but even more so the adrenaline urging me to finish you off. Our balls bounce up and down in our speedos as we move across the canvas. The men around us start slapping the surface as if it were a giant drum.

Dion_Vance: My cross while not landing its mark, still pushes you back as I gasp for air against the ropes. My eyes watching you as you circle me, the men roaring even louder as I realize a cold air down there: the tip of my hard cock is peaking out from all this movement. I don't even bother putting it back in, the pain in my core and jaw is more of a problem. Sweat leaking profusely off my forehead and my pits, same for you as well clearly. This has been a match of two equal fighters, but one has to win. My confidence comes back as I feel the energy in my legs again, and with one quick motion, step back into you to throw a huge wide left haymaker aiming for your temple.

Nate_Rivas: You start moving again at your initial speed and throw a haymaker at my head, which hits me because my reflexes aren't what they used to be. BBAMM! NNNHH I groan in pain and my head is thrown back. I clench my teeth and cover my head with my glove, dazed as I am, as if my head were being hammered by all those hands hitting the ring. My bare feet try to slide across the canvas away from you, and I throw a savage left hook to hit your cheek as you approach.

Dion_Vance: My whole body reaches for you and BAM! My knuckles connect hard against your head, throwing you back hard. Another gasp of air to try to get the energy to follow with a right hook as well, but your left finds my cheek first. I feel a gash open as blood sprays from my face in this devastating strike, my arms suddenly feel heavy, my vision suddenly blur as I moan out in pain, my feet staggering in place

Nate_Rivas: My blind hook finds its mark more by instinct than by aim, and I see your body staggering, stunned. Despite the pain in my skull, I try to recover you with a strained groan and throw all my weight into a right hook, now to your cheek again, followed by two jabs to your pecs, pressing to make you back up. Blood and sweat fly as these two young men engage in a fierce battle for the enjoyment of the audience. My cock is as hard as yours, straining against my speedos, eager to join the fray.

Dion_Vance: I can see you coming for me in slow motion, CRACK!!, my neck swings violently to the right and my eyes turn glassy, arms drop lower to waist level and my body is ready to collapse. But your quick jabs to my thick pecs find the mark, causing me to step back into the ropes, my arms thrown back from the force feeling them hooked onto the top rope. I can barely think, feeling like I am knocked out but on my feet. All I hear is the roars loudening, "FUCK HIM UP!!" someone yells, and I can barely think past that, only smelling the blood on my face.

Nate_Rivas: Unfortunately for you, your arms get tangled up in the top rope and hold you there, allowing me to continue destroying your body with my fists. The gloves fly again and again and land on your face, taking my time to make every punch count. Sweat flies with saliva and blood, turning your face into a bloody mess. Then I start working on your abs too, punching just above your hard cock again and again. NNNH NNNHH NNH each punch with a strained grunt.

Dion_Vance: I had but a second of rest then EUH EUH EUH, my vision bouncing around all parts of the ring as you treat my head like a punching bag. The pain starts to feel a bit numb but still very real, the smell of blood and sweat keeping me awake. My face feels wetter by the second, watching your chest and face become coated with splatters of my blood. My head will find myself looking down from time to time from your devastating punches, seeing several fresh blood streaks across my chest as well. Then you go low, spearing my abs again and again with hard punches. UNH.. UNH.. UNH.. I can't help but groan, the air escaping my lungs and spittles of blood flying out of my lips with every punch as the power to flex my abs quickly escape me. Past the flurry of punches, I see the tip of my cock, squirting out precum with every hard punch to my abs, wetting the whole front of my speedo.

Nate_Rivas: My blows keep raining down, your body is reddened by the tremendous punishment, although your assault has taken its toll on my muscles and every movement hurts. It doesn't matter right now. I watch you with my hard cock and my speedo soaked, impossible to tell at this point whether it's sweat or precum, and I go for it. Picking up my body, I throw a series of left and right hooks at your face, one last time, throwing it to both sides like a rag doll, and I crouch down to, with all the strength in my legs and my right shoulder, deliver a tremendous uppercut to your chin that seems to stop time as a stream of saliva mixed with blood gushes like a geyser from your mouth and your body rises from the canvas and the ropes.

Dion_Vance: MMHH MHHH! My face starts being pelted again, left and right I feel my vision fading as the blood sprays violently all over. Then a lull, followed by a hard punch slamming into my chin. In an instant, my cock explodes in ropes, the trajectory mimicking the blood sweat and saliva spraying off my face. I only sees the overhead lights and the droplets of blood in the air. I was done. My arms come loose from that deadly punch, my knees collapse onto the floor, and the rest of me come falling onto the floor face down, surrounded by messy streaks of blood and a bit of cum. The crowd cheers loudly in response in your victory.

Nate_Rivas: I step aside just in time to let you fall at my feet, mouth against the canvas, in an explosion of vital fluids. Panting heavily, ready to continue the fight if necessary but hoping it won't be. Then the bell rings. Your body is completely knocked out, motionless on the canvas, and the announcer calls my name. I raise my glove, exhausted, my cock still hard under my speedos, if anything more so than before. My body is drenched in drops of sweat and blood from both of us, but today I have won. The prize is mine. Two other muscular young men have destroyed each other for the amusement of richer and luckier men. Although I can't say I didn't enjoy it too...

Published: 2025-12-17, viewed 213 times.

Comments

Apollo Dante

2025-12-21 17:48

Some great comments and responses to this intriguing bout involving Nate Rivas who is making a great impression here since coming onto the scene. He faced this stud Dion Vance a sexy opponent for sure..classic back and forth action as many noted ..making this a great read. It ended upa BIG win as the action turned brutal ..but kudos to you both here for this awesome bout. Thanks for sharing it with us!

Price

2025-12-20 13:05

Excellent match and a solid performance from both hot studs. There’s tremendous back and forth throughout and are never sure which guy was gonna pull out the win! Good to see Nate enjoying himself and loved seeing Dion in action!

JockBttm-rp

2025-12-19 20:31

Wow, an awesome back and forth battle that is filled with intense emotions, expert fighting skills and brutal, realistic action. A real gem - thanks for sharing!

Freaker

2025-12-18 08:31

The story is a gripping and intense portrayal of an underground fight, capturing the raw brutality and psychological tension between the two fighters. The detailed descriptions of the physical exchanges and the grimy, corrupt atmosphere create a vivid and immersive experience. The underlying sexual tension adds an extra layer of complexity, blending violence and desire in a way that heightens the stakes and the emotional impact. Overall, it's a powerful and unflinching look at the world of underground fighting, exploring themes of survival, endurance, and the spectacle of violence. Thank you for sharing in the high table

Dream Breaker

2025-12-17 19:15

Nate, take it easy, or soon we will have no fighters left on CF. Sexy Dion was a great opponent and gave Nate some tough time. But Nate showed us his skills and took the prize. HOT STUFF GUYS! Congrats!