THE HIGH TABLE

Ben_Dudman: 

The life of a soldier is pretty busy and stressful but when there are breaks and rests there's not much to do on campus. Its miles from anywhere. Just a cluster of wooden buildings surrounded by forest with no mod cons. Its all part of the training. To add some interest and keep the morale up , as the sergeant at this training camp I had a large pit built into the ground and had it partly filled with sand. Once finished, I started up a regular bareknuckle league between the men and of course me. Its been a while now since anyone even dared to challenge me to a match. They know what would happen. They have heard the stories, maybe even some myths so when I get a new load of recruits in and announce the evenings entertainment, I can see firstly, the look of relief that there will be some and then the furtive looks as their eyes feast on my muscles . Then silence. As usual. I begin to pair them up for the evening's fun when one guy steps forward, barging the others out the way and I notice the look in his eyes. Is that rage? Hunger? Madness? I just smile . " Yeah? Got something to say?"

I step forward, my chest puffed out and stand with my hands on my hips almost dwarfing some of the men in my shadow from the lights above. My green battle fatigues freshly ironed , bulging from the muscles in my chest and arms while my thick black boots reflect the light  as they dig into the ground before i rock forward on my toes. " I said.. You got something to say."

Nate_Rivas: 

It's only been a couple of weeks since I arrived at the camp, in the middle of nowhere, and it's all been absurd maneuvers with no real interest. At least I've been able to face some of the other recruits in combat exercises, but there haven't been any particularly interesting opponents, and at the end of the day, they were just exercises. But two things caught my attention when I arrived: one was the sand pit at the east end of the camp, which I've only heard stories about from the other guys about the fights that are organized there from time to time, even to the death. The second, and even more important, is the sergeant. A muscular bull with a stern look who has been making us work and train like mules since day one. Everyone seems to have a preternatural fear of him, and again I hear stories about how he has imposed discipline in the camp so far. 

So, when one evening, he finally summons us to the pit for a night of “entertainment,” I don't pass up the opportunity. I stare at him, with determination and some of the anger that has built up over the last few days. Then you provoke me. You threaten me, expecting me to back down like the others and take a step back. But I don't. I take a step forward against every instinct of what would be safe. My chest swells under my gray t-shirt. My boots dig into the ground a step ahead, my legs firm in my camouflage pants. “I can't say what I'm thinking without disrespecting your position, sir!”

Ben_Dudman: 

My eyes widen and then I frown as the guy doesn't just stand where he was, he steps forward towards me. " I see. Well then, if you can't say what you think, maybe you should just go back to where you were, before anyone gets hurt and the rest of the guys here can get on with knocking the fuck out of each other for a bit. "I raise myself even higher  as I hear the whispers and gasps that float around the group of men like chinese whispers."Is he mad?", " What the hell is he doing?", " I thought he was a madman, you can tell by his eyes."

I fold my arms across my chest, my eyes roaming over his body as I try to remind myself of how he has been since arriving. He looks the part that's sure. His gray t-shirt almost bursting at the seams and his pants tight around a set of well trained quads and calves. " Speak now, or just take your sorry ass back to the group. Whatever you say, I wont hold it against you. " I stare into your dark eyes,  trying to break that confidence you exude.

Nate_Rivas:

 The whispers of the other teammates don't affect me. They're cowards, and I'm a newcomer who wants to prove himself. I have nothing to lose. Or do I? I shake off Trey's hand, which is gripping my bare arm in an attempt to hold me back. My biceps swell with the shake. My eyes remain fixed on you, and on the fine hair that can be seen under your T-shirt, so tight that it reveals all your muscles, every abdominal, the nipples on those huge pectorals... you're not a poorly trained, self-important officer whose glory days are behind him, there's no doubt about that. And that makes it even more interesting. “Well, then I think you should prove your worth in the pit too, Sergeant. I challenge you to come down there with me, just you and me, to fight with our bare hands, sir. If you're up for it.” Silence falls, the others stunned by what is happening and eager for it to come true. They want to see what is about to happen, and you can feel it in the air.

Ben_Dudman: 

The whispers stop abruptly as all eyes home in on this guy. He pulls his arm from one of the guys ( I forget the name so no one that was on my radar anyway) with ease and stands there as his words punch the air between us. The atmosphere is tense as there is a collective holding of breath and the silence is so deep, I  can almost imagine hearing the shift of the guys eye balls as they swing their attention to my reply." You do , do you?" I raise one eye brow. I just stare again, holding his gaze. I give the guy some respect. It about time someone had the balls to challenge me. I don't reply immediately.

 Instead , I start to unbutton my jacket and let it drop to the floor at my feet. My thick dark hair whirling out from the collar of my shirt and stand still. " The challenge is accepted. You know the rules? There are none . Except no low blows, biting, broken bones or eye gouging. We both need to be able to serve our country when this is over." I wait for you to reply but as you do, I raise my palm to you to stop you uttering a word. I continue, " We fight in our underwear till one of us submits to the other or is knocked out for a count of 10. AND as it seems its a special event, the winner can claim any stakes they want." I drop my hand and wait . " You still think you got what it takes recruit?" The crowd are on the edge here, heads turning from one of us to the other like a mob of meerkats.

Nate_Rivas: 

I can barely pay attention to the rules you're laying down as you take off your jacket. All I can focus on is your body, the threat it poses... and the reward. Every rule you set excites me even more, and my cock stirs beneath my pants. You can smell the testosterone in the space between us. And when you announce the stakes... well, I can't imagine a better ending. I smile slightly, confident. “Sir, I'm ready, sir! That sounds perfect to me, and in the pit I won't take your rank into account. I'll fight and I'll beat you, giving it my all, sir.” I take another step closer and then step back to take off my boots and jump into the pit. Waiting for you from below as I slowly remove my top, which was already stuck to my body like a second skin from the sweat of the day's exercises. My shaved, muscular chest is exposed, glistening in the light of dawn. My bare feet feel the ground, examining its firmness and texture. “Whenever you're ready, Sergeant.”

Ben_Dudman:

 You give your answer. A calm measured response that does not waver at all. I nod at you, " I like your attitude but let's just say here and now, whatever happens , this pit is where it stays. I hope you wont be too disappointed however, when that beating you think you will give me, ends up just being a figment of your imagination. " My lips curl into a tight smile and I can hear the collective intake of breath from the rest of the recruits. You pull off your boots and leap into the pit. I hear your voice from above as I move to the edge of the pit. 

I unlace my boots and kick them off then slowly take my time pulling off my shirt , then stepping out of the rest of my uniform. The whole time , my eyes focused on you as you too undress and prepare for the match. My eyes drawn to the inch perfect physique of muscle that is exposed. From the large smooth pecs, to the solid abs and his thick sculptured arms, my eyes notice it all in seconds. I feel my adam's apple bob and my cock give a slight stir when your sweat shimmers under the glaze of the lights above the pit. I finally drop my last sock to the floor leaving me standing in a pair of white bulge hugging briefs. I walk over the edge and let myself drop. My feet sink into the sand as I  bend my knees and my head. I raise it slowly as I grin at you and flex my hands at my sides. " I am ready now Private." Up closer, I can see every bump and vein that travels over his body and the way his white underwear hugs his package perfectly.

 

 

Nate_Rivas: 

When you fall onto the sand, the earth seems to rumble with the impact. I observe your perfectly defined body, your bulging muscles covered in veins, especially your biceps and quadriceps, which look like weapons. Another type of weapon unveils itself under your briefs, as huge and menacing as the rest of your body. We'll see about that. “Let's go then, sir.” I raise my fists, breathing heavily, my heart racing in my chest and a drop of sweat running down my forehead. The tension mounts as the spectators begin to believe what is about to happen. I put up a boxing guard and begin to slide my feet across the sand. The fight has begun, and only one will walk out of the pit.

Ben_Dudman: 

A tiny nod is all I give you in reply when you say, 'let's go' and I bring my arms up too. I slide my feet through the sand, throwing it up over my ankles. I lean in, as I circle you, looking for something to test first. There are a few cheers of " Go for it Sarg "and a few shouting out " Nate", but its all just a fog to me as I focus on is you. I match your guard and then take a step in, enough so we are in range and I quickly shoot out a jab towards your chin before bouncing back having tested your reactions. I circle again, sliding my feet through the deep sand as my heart begins to pound in anticipation as the long forgotten feel of adrenaline starts to rush through my veins and muscles.

Nate_Rivas: 

I watch your movements, cautious. You may be confident, but you're no fool. Well, neither am I, and if life has taught me anything, it's to prepare for challenges. My bare feet glide across the battlefield, back and forth, to the side... Until you launch your first attack. A quick punch to my chin that I swiftly deflect with my clenched fist. You step back, but I see my chance and act. I slide forward crouched with a couple of short steps and throw my left fist from below at your stomach, aiming for those abs, followed by a right to your cheek, a hook that finds its target with a grunt of effort throughout.

Ben_Dudman:

 I have just a split second to secretly admire the deflection of my punch when you launch your attack. As your fist flies towards my fur lined abs , I clench ready for the impact but even then the intensity has me gasping as my stomach pushes up into my lungs and a flow of air seeps from my lips. The shock of it , unfocussing me and although I react to get my arm up to block the hook, I am seconds too late. My head sweeps to the side pounding , followed by my shoulders and my hips. I step forward, regaining my balance and getting out of your range then turn, giving my cheek a rub with my fingers. I move in, this time with more purpose. I swing out my right hook towards your temple as I step in, bringing my knee up into your gut with all the power I can and reach up with my other hand, grabbing onto the back of your neck to pull it downwards . I step back, lifting my knee again as It aims for that handsome face of yours.

Nate_Rivas: 

Your counterattack is as hard as I expected, if not harder. At the last moment, I manage to get my fist between yours and my head, but I still feel the blow, hitting my own arm against my temple. But the worst comes later when your knee digs into my soft, firm abs, which resist by flexing but cause the air to escape from my body with a painful groan. You don't let me react to what comes next, when I feel your huge fingers grab the back of my neck and suddenly see your knee approaching my face at full speed, hitting my mouth and nose and throwing me backwards with another groan of pain. I move my feet quickly, trying not to fall, as I stumble backwards, stunned by the blow, trying to focus my eyes on what is happening. The other guys start cheering louder and louder, both of them, although still a little afraid to speak out in my favor. The thirst for blood and spectacle is beginning to take hold of everyone present.

Ben_Dudman: 

You almost manage to counter the hook but as my knee feels the collision with your face, and you are thrown back, I begin to smile . I slam my fist into my other hand but not wanting to give you much time to recover, I launch at you again, seeing the somewhat misty expression in your eyes just as you manage to get your balance.I move fast and reach out. I grab your right wrist , the one that had me almost bent over earlier and as I push my chest into yours , pushing you back towards the cold hard wall of the pit, I raise your arm. I drop to the side of you onto one knee, tugging your arm and body forward and smashing your arm over my outstretched knee. I grab your throat with the other hand , my fingers clawing into your skin till my knuckles are white. I lean in , pressing my mouth to your ear. " regretting that bold cocky attitude yet are you, Private?" I lift you up and shove you against the wall. I step back as the crowd grow suddenly silent. I slam my chest with my fists, the old feeling of real power returning to me after all this time.

 I raise my fists to the crowd and flex.

 

Nate_Rivas: Before I can react and compose myself, your hairy chest slams into mine, sending my back crashing against the cold mud wall. The air escapes from my chest again, this time with more force, not even allowing me to scream in pain until you lift me up and throw my arm over your knee. Then I let out a sharp cry of pain, accompanied by a growl of fury when you provoke me in my ear. “No... never!” That's all I can say before you throw me back against the wall of the pit, as if I were a rag doll at your mercy. I see you beating your chest like a damn alpha ape imposing his dominance while I compose myself. I wipe the blood from my lip with the back of my hand as I shake out my injured arm, and without waiting another second, I lunge at you, my fists charged with primitive fury. My shoulder charges straight into your chest to make impact as if it were a rugby tackle, while I try to push you back across the sand and gain space for a series of left and right hooks to your side abs, over and over again, accompanied by furious growls.

 

Ben_Dudman: 

I turn to face you, lowering my arms only to be rammed hard with your shoulder knocking me back. Air whooshes out of me in a fast hard wheeze and my hands grab onto your upper arms as I stagger back trying to stay on my feet. It gives you the time and movement though to slide me back towards the wall. I let go of your biceps and grab onto the back of your head only to feel your punches slam again and again into my sides making my body twist and turn as the wall hits my back. I grab onto your wrists, to prevent more punches sinking into my pummeled muscles and realise, as your growls intensify, I might just have unleashed a wild beast from inside you. I bring my knee up for protection between us and push your arms up. The scent of your sweat and mine filling the air around us and my cock throbs in my underwear. I to grunt loudly as I stomp my foot back down and try to turn us to reverse our positions . Our thick biceps flexing hard as I try to push your arms back towards the wall

Nate_Rivas: 

You spin us around as you grab my wrists, reversing our positions and now making it my back again that is crushed against the edge of the pit. We growl in an alpha male competition, our muscles flexed, the veins in our arms seeming to burst. My face, with my teeth clenched, shows the tremendous effort I am making. The other soldiers now cheer eagerly for more spectacle. Some want the sergeant to reaffirm his legend. Others hoping that the new recruit will put his feet on the officer's floor and subdue him. Oblivious to all of them, my concentration is solely on you, your face strained with effort, your gaze always defiant and self-assured... I begin to lose the battle of strength, my arms bending slightly as sweat drips down my forehead and chest. Then I change my strategy, suddenly leaning back completely against the wall and lifting my left leg, bending it between our bodies and delivering a strong kick right to your core as I stretch it out again with force.

Ben_Dudman: 

A smirk forms on my face as I edge you back onto the wall. My arms shaking with the effort to hold you where I want you and I lean in, pressing my body to yours as your arms fight back. I grind my teeth, shaking my head and moaning out a " No you don't" I blink away my sweat that is trailing down from my brow to my eyes and pull off you ready to set up my next attack with my knee, when i realise my mistake. Your leg comes up, your foot slamming into my gut and my hold on your arms is ripped apart as you straighten your leg and I am hurled backwards across the sand. My feet leave the floor and I land hard on my ass deep in the sand. I swing my arms through the sand, spraying it into the air as my anger at my own mistake seethes under the surface. Above the crowd gasp seeing the Sarg on his ass and the first of the competitors to do so. I roll quickly, getting to my feet and stand facing you. Sweat drips from my body. My furry pelt wet with it as the hairs cling to my ripped muscle.

Nate_Rivas: 

I see you sitting in the mud and my cock throbs beneath my underwear, enjoying every little humiliation I subject you to, every way I can exercise my superiority. You get up quickly and we stare at each other in silence, both panting after these first brutal exchanges. It has become clear that neither of us is going to give an inch, and that your position has been forgotten in the pit. I raise my boxing guard again and circle around you, moving in circles amid the cheers of the soldiers. Sweat fills the air, both of us already soaked and our bodies glistening under the dim lights of the pit. Testosterone mixed with adrenaline runs through the entire camp, a fortress of masculinity at this moment. “Get ready to kiss the ground from now on, sir.” I launch into the attack with a couple of quick jabs to the face with my left, followed by a right to the chest, aiming for where your heart should be.

Ben_Dudman:

 I inhale deep, filling my lungs with air and pushing out my chest . My hands curl and uncurl at my side again as you taunt me . The recruits above finding their voices it seems as the match intensifies. This guy is not going to be the easy win I had expected. I smirk, relishing the challenge of it. " The only thing i will be kissing is your pert little ass before I claim it , Private. " I raise my arms , getting into my guard position and inch forward , sliding my feet slowly through the sand. The sudden attack from you, not so unexpected and I am ready for what this guy has. I lift my right arm deflecting the jabs to my face . I swing my left arm looking to make contact with your sides when your punch to my chest has me gasping for air as intense pain shoots across my chest. My mouth dropping open with the surprise of it. First , how much it hurts, and second the way you played me. I step back, bending at the waist as I urgently  suck in air.

Nate_Rivas: 

Sweat flies from your body when my fist crashes into your chest. A loud THUD fills the pit, and I see you recoil in pain. The feeling of my knuckles digging into your hairy skin, sliding down your torso... I want more. I continue to attack your face, taking advantage of your bent position, with a left hook to the cheek and a right uppercut to the chin, my feet sliding quickly, kicking up sand as I move. Each blow is accompanied by the natural roar of effort.

Ben_Dudman: 

My body bend over, I know I'm vulnerable. Its just whether  this guy realises it. My question is immediately answered as I feel the air around us swish as your swings swipe towards me loaded with power. I bring my arm up, but yet again, I am too slow and your hook has my head spinning . I raise my arms, protecting my face from another hook, when instead my chin is rammed hard with a huge uppercut that would floor nearly all the recruits here My head swings up as my chin flies back and my body arches the other way. The whites of my eyes on show as my eyes roll back inside my head and my body staggers back. My hands trying to grab anything but only grasping at air as my head thuds and I fall back yet again into the sand. I raise my head barely, wiping my eyes and rubbing my chin. My body stretched out for all to see as I rub my head again and will my body to do as I need it to.

Nate_Rivas:

 The boys go crazy when they see you fall again, just like my cock, which is getting bigger and bigger under my briefs. I watch you lying stunned on the floor and make a provocative gesture for you to get up while one of the boys starts counting. "Come on, sergeant, is that all you've got? Weren't you going to show me something? I wait for you from above, bouncing my pecs as sweat runs down them. The adrenaline is urging me to continue the fight until I completely subdue you.

Ben_Dudman: 

Sand sticks to the sweat on my back making me look like a large sheet of sandpaper as I lift my neck and upper back off the floor. " I am going to show you plenty Private, don't you get all concerned." I drop my head again hearing the numbers of the count rise slowly. I look up at you, bouncing your pecs and my cock gives its own little bounce inside my briefs as you hover over me. " So lets see what I can show you." I quickly twist my hips, bending my legs one way then kicking my right leg back the other as I  stretch it to catch you with my foot to the back of your knee. Seeing you stumble , I roll quickly tumbling in a mass of sand as it drifts over my back on my way to getting to my feet. I bring my fist up fast and know I need to fight through the dull throb in my head . " Come on then boy. Lets see what else you think you have got." I lunge in jabbing a left fist to your abs , quickly followed up by a right hook to your temple as my left joins it as I begin a combination to test you with my own onslaught. Each fist aimed at each side of your head, my arms powering up hard and fast as I slowly edge you back again.

Nate_Rivas: 

You throw me off balance as you get up, preventing any attack on my part and demonstrating your tactical ability. Then, while I'm still getting up and re-establishing my guard, you throw a jab at my torso that I can only try to block with my abs flexed, but which prevents me from defending myself against the tremendous hook to my temple that throws my head slightly to one side. I am then rained on with a combination of punches that I can barely protect myself from as you make me lose ground and groan repeatedly from the intense pain in my head and torso. I try to counterattack with a few blows to the chest, but nothing stops your attack before my back hits the wall again. At this point, I try something different, dodging instead of blocking, quickly ducking under your last punch and trying to drive my fist into your belly button, right in the center of your hairy torso.

Ben_Dudman: 

Sweat and sand flies off my body as my arms swing hard. Your counter blows don't even seem to register with me until your fist sinks into my gut making my body bend and I step back. But I'm in the zone now, fury over you knocking me down yet again , has me grinding my teeth and seeing your body bend over from the dodge, makes me register a chance here. I suck in some air. lift my chest and  I press on. With a swivel of my hips to generate more power, my right arm swings hard, I swivel my hips to generate and my fist connects perfectly with a dull thud to your chin. I know its good and let out a soft sigh of "yeah take that" under my breath.

Nate_Rivas: 

I can't stop the relentless charge of your muscular body, your fists ramming into me again and again, and even though I land a good blow, you take it even better than I thought and throw a tremendous punch that hits me right on the chin, throwing my head to one side as I spit out saliva and blood and sweat flies in all directions. Time seems to stand still as my legs give way and I fall face-first onto the sand. My ass is exposed, as is my back, and I lie semi-conscious, completely dazed on the wet sand. Moments later, my arms move, trying to cling to the surface, to lift my head as best I can, while blood drips from my mouth onto the sand.

Ben_Dudman: 

The spray of blood that sprays from your mouth just after my fist connects has my cock filling my briefs with its hardness but when you drop to your knees and then you lay flat, the sight of that ass of yours has it throbbing . I hear the count begin from above, and its my turn now to bounce impatiently as I need to make this count. You lift your head. " That enough for you? You had enough of what your Sargeant can do?" I taunt using your own words against you now. The sand  tinged in red as more of your blood drips out of your mouth.

Nate_Rivas: 

The world seems to have become incredibly heavy. As if the gravity around me had tripled, I struggle to lift my head as I open and close my eyes tightly, trying to come back to my senses completely. Only your bravado and the countdown that is getting closer and closer to the end bring me back to reality completely. I see my blood on the sand as I gasp in pain, rubbing my jaw, trying to wipe away the blood... Then I manage to get to my feet little by little, holding on lightly to the earth at the edge of the pit. I look at you, imposing as you are, as I get up, and that hatred of authority helps me pull myself together... and I charge again with a roar against your abdomen, hitting you with my shoulder but this time grabbing your ass and thigh to try to knock you to the ground. My hand slips between your briefs, clinging to your rock-hard ass. The crowd reacts euphorically to my attack. The fight continues.

Ben_Dudman:

 I am getting almost angry as the count seems to take an eternity and you to realise you need to get up. I know you will. I saw the determination, resilience and raw power in your eyes as you stepped forward only a while ago now. But not look at you. Your body heaving, blood dripping from you and you look for now at least, almost broken. I step back as you body flickers to life and you drag yourself up to your feet. I smile." Ready for more then, private? " I show you a provocative signal now, copying your own from earlier " lets see how much blood of yours will be soaked into the sand tonight." I wait, wondering if I have provoked you enough.. .... and there he comes.. You rush at me. Your shoulder slams into me again but there is something different. My mind only just realises what (Your hand on my ass, making my cock harden and threaten to break out from the waistband of my speedos. ) when I tumble backwards into the sand. I grab onto your arms , kick my legs up and wrap them tight around your waist and squeeze as I pull your body to mine so our chests come pec to pec. I wrap my arms around the top of your back. " Now what Private, you got me down? " I tighten my quads around your waist again, locking my ankles behind your back

Nate_Rivas: 

“This is... just the beginning... nnnghh!” I say as you take my breath away with your powerful quadriceps around my waist. I tense my side abs to the max to try to resist, while your chest presses against mine, this time for a long time. My shaved chest and your hairy chest rub against each other and my cock grows even bigger, hitting your ass through the fabric of your briefs. You crush my head against your torso, drowning me in the smell of your sweat, crushing my mouth against your wet chest, savoring your manhood. My right fist digs into your side again and again, hitting you hard as I lift my head cheek to cheek and my left arm also grabs the back of your neck, pressing us even closer together.

Ben_Dudman: 

I pull you in, pressing your face to my pecs and enjoying the gentle air over my sweaty pecs as you breathe. I keep my legs tight into you as  your cock grinds against me. My mind wanders off briefly , with the thrill of  your  touch almost mesmerising me, but the steely  jabs to my side bringing me back to reality.  I feel your cheek next to mine and slide my arm down from your back to send a couple of jabs to your side. You pull my head up and all I  can smell is you. It fills my nose and my cock threatens to burst its containment. I pull my legs back fast, pushing my feet to your hips and push hard as I let go of you with my arms, hoping to send you backwards and away from me.

Nate_Rivas: 

Your scent, your warmth, the lack of air, had almost knocked me out of the fight, when your legs release me and I catch my breath, only to feel your feet against my chest and the pressure of your legs stretching and throwing me backwards through the air, rolling me across the sand. It sticks to parts of my sweat-soaked skin like an improvised tattoo. I try to get to my feet, stopping the spin with my feet as quickly as possible, and I go for you before you get up, kicking you in the face with my instep, trying to knock you to the ground. A roar of fury betrays my movement.

Ben_Dudman: 

The feel of your sexy body against mine , now lost to me for the moment as i kick you off me . I start to sit up , ready to get to my feet when you stand and your foot kicks out, smashing into my face. Blood sprays in a fine arch , staining more sand red, as my head tilts back and my back drops into the sand again. I bend my legs, bringing my feet out of the sand as I grab my head and wipe the blood from my chin with my forearm as my eyes scan the pit for where you are.

Nate_Rivas:

 I watch you roll around in the sand, blood flying from your mouth... my cock is getting harder and harder, even when I didn't think it was possible. The other soldiers cheer me on in a wild frenzy, now completely uninhibited. Even so, you still have your supporters, who ask you to get up and crush me, to teach me the lesson you promised. Well, I'm not going to let that happen. I jump on your back and press down hard with my knee, turning you face down on the sand. I then feel my full weight on your lower spine and grab your chin with both hands, pulling back hard with an angry growl. “I'm going to break your fucking back if you don't give up, Sergeant! Are you still so sure of yourself? GGRAAARRRRR!” My buttocks settle on your back and my hands dig into your skin like claws, my cock pointing skyward, drenched in sweat and...

Ben_Dudman:

 I hear the yells urging me to get up and I start to roll onto my front ready to pull my knees up under me to get to my feet when your weight drops onto my back and your knee rolls me over fully. A huge grunt escapes my lips as you settle yourself on my back. I push my hands into the sand and begin to push up as i buck my hips and kick my legs out hard . Yet you keep on me, driving your weight onto my lower spine as you grab my chin. My hands clawing at yours as you arch my back. My thick hairy pecs, soaked to the skin with sweat and now covered in a thick layer of sand, are raised up as pain begins to grow along my spine." No chance private, you don't have the balls or the strength." I dig my fingers into yours, pushing them between your fingers and my chin. Able to grab a hold on one, I pull it back hard, pulling your hand from my chin and giving me enough room to swing my elbow back into your side and then twist my body  to dislodge you from my back.

Nate_Rivas: 

I only manage to force your back and neck for a few seconds before you react, but what seconds they are. Your grunts of pain and effort as my ass crushes your hips against the ground, driving your hard cock into it like a spike, the feeling of domination during those moments... Until the pain when you bend my finger back brings me painfully back to reality. A short cry of pain is all I can manage before your elbow digs into my side and you manage to bend enough to knock me to one side. My back hits the sand hard as the guys' shouts grow louder, cheering you on now. It's clear that the bastards are enjoying the show and don't want it to end either way, no matter who wins. I try to pull myself together and get an idea of your condition before you can jump on me, but at the risk of you being ready to attack, I decide to roll onto my back to try to get away from you. It would be a fucking bad idea to let those arms grab me.

Ben_Dudman: 

The cry of pain I hear as I bend your finger back fuels my resistance and as I twist hard under you, its with both satisfaction and relief when I feel your weight lift off me. I turn my head to see you kneeling in the sand and use my twist to roll to my front. I watch as you roll to your back, and I smile as I think has this guy made his first mistake? I turn my body and reach out with both hands, grabbing your ankles and pulling you towards me and leaving a deep trough in the sand behind you as the sand moves like a wave away from your body. I pull your legs either side of my thighs as I kneel then lunge forward. My body slams down on yours and I feel my nipples , now hard and aroused, dig into your trimmed firm pecs. I grab your wrists pushing them through the sand until your arms are above your head. My cock , thick with exhilaration, presses down on yours as our musk and sweat again fills the air around us. I kick my legs, hooking them around yours as I lock in a grapevine and stretch those thick strong tree trunk-like legs . 

Nate_Rivas:

 I struggle like a rearing horse beneath your body when you grab both my hands above my head and I feel your entire weight on top of me. Your hairy skin rubs against my smooth, naked chest. Your nipples, as hard as mine, leave marks on my skin. And your cock is like a chisel sculpting my abs as I growl beneath your massive body. You try to grab my legs, spread them with yours, and for a few moments I am yours. We look into each other's eyes with fury and intensity. And maybe something more. Definitely something more. Then I manage to free one hand, slide it between your fingers and grab your neck, crushing it between my fingers and arching my back enough to roll us over on the sand and get on top of you, my package on top of yours, our balls crushed against each other's, and I start throwing a barrage of punches at your chest and face, growling furiously with every blow I throw.

Ben_Dudman: 

I grunt as your fingers squeeze on my throat and both my hands instantly grip tightly around your forearm as I attempt to pull your hand from my neck. My spine arches as my fingers claw desperately at your arms needing the escape before my lungs are crying out for air. You then roll as my focus drifts from keeping my position on you, and feel my blades sink into the sand. I growl from between my gritted teeth and claw your hand from my throat only for your other hand to swing a hard punch to my head which has my head spinning. Your fists then start to fly. Each one that lands, followed immediately  by  a loud grown of pain from me. I twist my head trying to dodge some , or at least lessen the impact. I catch one of your wrists and push it wide as I swing my right fist up connecting with your chin as my body bucks under you. I unlock the grapevine and dig my heels into the sand and twist and buck under you. Each move , sapping my energy but needing to be out of this position at all costs. Our thick batons flex against each other and the tightness around of the material around my cock does little but make it even harder to focus. Sweat drips like tear drops onto my face and chest from your face as I look up past you to see the rest of the recruits leaning over the edge of the pit with a fiery expectation in their eyes. I growl again. My eyes focus back onto yours as I arch up again and slam another punch into your chin.

Nate_Rivas: 

Your fist hits my chin like a hammer amid the mist of sand, sweat, and blood that my punches are kicking up, stopping my attack and throwing my head back slightly. I feel the jolt in my neck and the sharp pain in my chin as your hand grabs my wrist, and before I can react, you're rearing up, writhing beneath me, and hitting me with another blow to the mouth that now almost knocks me to the side. I have to take advantage of this or I'm lost, so I use your left hand on my wrist to throw myself to that side and grab your wrist with my free hand, slipping a leg under your body to apply a scissor hold to your chest. I then stretch your arm over my chest with all my strength, while I grit my teeth and close my eyes in a grimace of effort as I apply an armbar on the sand, twisting our bodies.

Ben_Dudman: 

My feet kick into the sand kicking the sand in time the air around us as I rear up as my fist smashes into your face. Your head seems to sway with the impact and I will you to drop. With a sinking feeling growing in my gut, your eyes seem just as intense and your weight stays in top of me. I bring my arm back to try again when you drop to the side fast pulling my arm up against your chest and I realise that feeling I had is growing.

Ben_Dudman: I quickly twist my body toward you as your legs start lock around my arm and I feel your cock rigid against my arm. I reach over with my other hand, grabbing my arm to stop you straightening it and locking in the submission hold . I pull my arm , keeping it bent as I scoot my legs round in the sand clockwise ( my feet moving away from you till we are in a line and then further ) , running my feet through the sand until my body turns and I am on my knees at the side of you with my head at your rear. I scoot around to the other side and pull my arm free as I hook your leg with my arm. I look down at you then roll away and get to my feet brushing the sand from my pecs and abs and realising I need to get back into this . This recruit nearly had me.

Nate_Rivas: 

You roll around on the ground to prevent me from closing my grip, while I keep trying to grab your arm. But there's no way, your movements are not only agile, but skilled and experienced. You know exactly where you're going, I can't forget that in the frenzy of combat. I roll away from you and get up, panting, drenched in sweat and blood pouring from my mouth. I wipe myself down again, with a little less confidence on my face, but alert and visibly excited. That excitement is equally palpable under my briefs, whose elastic is stretched to the limit trying to contain my cock, hard as a stake. I see you get up, sweaty and tired like me, your imposing muscles standing tall in front of me. The boys go wild cheering, eager to see who will emerge victorious in this fight and how far we are willing to go. Little do they know what is about to happen...

Ben_Dudman: 

I stand there, watching you carefully as my hairy chest heaves . The thick fur clings to the thick layer of sweat which looks like I have been dunked in a vat of the transparent liquid. My muscles glisten as I shake out my arm and the guys above cheer us on, willing us to lock up once more in this close run match. I take in your body as you stand there, wiping the blood from my chin while enjoying the sight of this recruit's firm swollen muscles. My eyes naturally move down his body . His hard abs and pecs rising and falling like mine from the exertion this match has taken out of us so far. My eyes drop lower and I lick my lips, admiring the thick girth that's stretching your briefs. My own cock boning to the extreme . I look up at the crowd above us, then at you. " Think we need to make this a night no one will forget recruit. " I slide my hands to my briefs and in one fluid motion slide them down over my thick quads, down over my calves and finally over my feet. I throw them up into the air for one or more of the guys to enjoy and stand with my legs slightly spread with my hands on my hips. " I hope you aren't shy boy. Get those briefs off and lets see just how much of a man you really are. " My cock , riddled with veins and ridges below a fat mushroom head, stands tall like a thick metal rod above a pair of huge heavy balls. I look at the crowd and wink as they start chanting for you to 'Get 'em OFF!"

Nate_Rivas: 

I watch as your body, muscles swollen, covered in sweat and sand like mine, skin reddened in several areas from the blows we have dealt each other, is now completely naked, removing any modesty or invisible boundary that might exist between two men. The audience wants the same thing, a primitive and savage fight between two men without restrictions of any kind. So I have no qualms about imitating you and taking off my briefs, albeit a little faster than you did, as a result of the eagerness and impatience of youth. My cock betrays this same desire, swollen, veiny, and hard, now finally exposed and almost identical in size to yours. The test of manhood will not be decided by size, but by courage, strength, and skill. "I have nothing to hide from you, sir. Not from you or anyone else. I'm going all the way." With that, panting as much from exhaustion as from excitement in my chest, I raise my fists again and prepare to continue the fight in the pit, when thunder rumbles in the distance. The smell of dampness begins to mix with testosterone, and the first drops of a summer shower begin to fall on us.

Ben_Dudman:

 I stare , stood like a statue with my hands curled into fists against my chest as I watch you slide your briefs off and stand naked. My eyes, apart from the steady rise and fall of my chest, the only part of me that moves as they carefully take in the impressive sculptured form in front of me. Your cock is impressive and I feel my loins burn with lust as my mouth salivates with desire. The distant sound of rolling thunder, brings me to my senses, and quickly nears, soon soaring above us, clashing and breaking with streaks of light that shoot towards the earth bringing with it drops of rain that sting my naked body. In seconds, the few sporadic drops of rain turn into a torrent, forming puddles in the sand as the pit becomes a basin of thick cloggy sand. Ripples of water spread out across the puddles as the rain pelts down , soaking me . Rivulets of rain, race down my body, soaking my skin before journeying down over my muscles and the natural troughs in my ripped body until it swirls at my feet. My body glistening with each flash of lightning. My hair clings to my head, stuck to my forehead. I slowly wipe it from my eyes and then resume my pose.

 " Are you ready to resume recruit?" I ask , my deep voice almost carried away by the wind that sweeps around the pit as if trapped and searching for escape. I don't wait for a reply. Instead, I move forward. My feet squelching as they sink into the saturated sand, as I rush towards you. Water splashes up from my feet as I stomp through the puddles, raise my hands and with a roar rush to meet you.

Nate_Rivas: 

The water falls heavily on my naked body, highlighting my muscles even more despite the difficulty of seeing through the downpour. Blood, sweat, and sand slide down with the water and wash away from my body, but the wounds and red marks where your fists have fallen remain as a testament on my skin. And the pain is a constant reminder of what is at stake. No one moves away from the circle around the pit, well aware that what is about to happen is well worth getting soaked to the bone. I admire your body streaked with raindrops, soaking your hair and sticking it to your skin like a thin armor. Your impressive erect penis is as much a promise as it is a weapon and possible punishment if I lose here today. Then you bring me back to the here and now with your question, to which you don't even expect an answer. You launch yourself into the attack with a roar and I respond by charging myself, my feet splashing through the muddy puddles that have formed, struggling not to slip. We collide like two wild deer, shoulder to shoulder and chest to chest. I grab your back with my hands, sliding them under your arms, and start throwing right-knee strikes to your abs and core, hitting just above your cock, which my leg brushes with every blow as I lock you in place and we both lean on each other to keep from slipping and falling.

Ben_Dudman:

 Through the thick sheet of rain, I can hardly make out any details of you, just the sheer size and shape of your muscular body striding to meet me head on. The collision when it comes , hits hard and as your arms wrap around me, my arms curl around your shoulders and upper back. Your knees strike hard into my gut but then so do mine as I fire  them upwards to meet  your brick wall. Coiled together, our rain soaked bodies, stained  in mottled shades  from the  pink of our blood,  pummel each other as our grunts rise to the audience above us on the wind. I grip tight, locking my arms around you as I slide my head over your shoulder and bring my knee up again, glancing over your cock before it sinks into your abs. I twist my body, trying to unbalance you as my feet slip in the quagmire of sand.

Nate_Rivas: 

We exchange increasingly powerful knee strikes, pulverizing each other's abs as our hands slide across each other's wet skin, searching for a firm grip on our prey. My chin rests on your shoulder, just as yours rests on mine, so that each of our moans of pain reach the other's ear directly. The most direct and intimate confession we can have, shared pain and effort. Then a strong, well-placed knee from you bends me over your body as I exhale all the air in my lungs with force, and my face slides over your hairy torso, feeling it against my skin, and you manage to unbalance me enough in the subsequent turn to make me fall onto what was once sand and is now puddles of mud. I try desperately to roll away as the mud sticks to my bare skin.

Ben_Dudman:

 Our knees continue to hammer each other as our grunts rise in volume with each strike that we unleash. The rain continues to lash down on us soaking our bodies and its then I get lucky. My knee drives in , sinking deep into your gut and I you bend. I hear your breath storm from your lungs as you bend and you arms lose their tight hold. I feel your body lose its balance, and I twist my upper body as my arms grip as tight as I can around you and throw you down into the sand on your back. The thick mud splashing up into the air as you try to roll away. I step forward towards you, and as you roll to your front, I  reach out , dropping my chest to your back and forcing your chest down into puddles of wet sand. I grip your wet hair, pulling your head up before pushing you face down into the sand. My legs straddle your lower back as I i tighten my abs and lift my chest from your back until I am sitting up. I let go of your hair and instead , grab your biceps before sliding my hands along your arms to grab your wrists. I pull them back towards me, twisting your wrists as I lift your chest from the sand.

Nate_Rivas: 

My torso crashes into the mud, feeling its texture on my skin and the warm temperature given to it by this summer shower. Before I can react, with the pain in my belly from your last blow, you're already on top of me, feeling your weight crushing me against the sand while your cock, a huge wave of flesh, presses against my buttocks, which I squeeze, trying to reject it as if defending myself against a siege. Then my face is crushed into the mud, suffocating me. I kick my legs, dragging them through the puddles of mud that are forming, unable to breathe until you lift my head, determined not to end my torture here, and bend backward while twisting my arms behind my back and sitting down, buttock against buttock, forcing my back. The pain is intense, and even though I clench my teeth tightly, trying to stifle the scream, a desperate cry finally bursts from my lungs when you twist my arms further. Aaaaaaaagggh!!! My teammates want more pain, yours or mine. They seem to thrive on it. So they just shout, cheering each other on. Some because I recover and get out of this situation. Others because you finish me off in the most painful way possible. But no. I'm not going to crawl out of here. With your strength concentrated on my arms, even though my feet can't get a firm foothold in the slippery mud, I manage to arch my back again and again until I destabilize you enough to pull one arm out of your grip and dig my hands into the dirt to get lever enough to roll to one side fiercely and drop you into the mud.

Ben_Dudman: 

Your shouting urges me on and I lean back further. My firm ass cheeks pressing against yours and pressing your groin deeper into the waterlogged sand as I lift your pecs a little higher from the thick mud. My hands grip your wrists tightly as my biceps and forearms bulge and burn with the effort I need to keep you lifted especially as you don't just lie there. Instead, I can feel your body moving under me as you struggle with everything you have. A slow grin spreads across my face as your resistance reaffirms the fact I have found a worthy opponent. My cock pulsates harder while I struggle to keep you in the hold when you bend your back. My hands and your arms are slick from the rain and my hands slip a little. I try to regrip your wrists but just as I do, you twist your body and your arm is wrenched from one of my grips. A loud grunt of frustration flows from my mouth when you immediately push against the sand with your hand and twist again. What happens seems to happen in slow motion. I feel myself falling off you. I instinctively throw my arms out in front of me as I fall forward at the side of you. My hands sink into the waterlogged sand as my knees drop into a puddle , throwing splashes of icy water up my legs. The torrential rain streaming down my face into my eyes. I try to blink it away as I push my foot into the sand to push myself up to my feet. I know I don't have long.

 I try to glance to where you might be, but the thick rain shields you from my vision. I quickly push my foot into the sand, hoping to gain some purchase against the floor, only for my foot to slip through the sand and, instead of finding something to push against, my foot just displaces the sand and slides back. I let out a groan as I feel my hips drop  and my thighs and knees crash down into the sand. My arms also lose their form and the sand gives and my arms stretch out in front of me. My chest plants the sand. My body flat against the sand. I pull my arms back, pushing my hands to the sand as if I am about to do a push up. I pull my right knee up like I am frog frantically trying to kick his way through a pond and grunt again as I push up with my hands to lift my chest off the sand aware that every second I am down in this sand, I could be a sitting duck.

Nate_Rivas:

 I get down on all fours in the mud, immediately searching for your body amid the curtain of rain that surrounds us on all sides. Then I see you, desperately sliding across the muddy puddles, turning yourself upside down to try to fight back. I try to ignore the pain in my arms, but it's impossible, so gritting my teeth, I simply try to be stronger than him, to silence the scream in my joints with my own fury, and I jump for you, grabbing your right arm and leg to, on the one hand, make you fall face down on the ground again, and on the other, bring our bodies closer together instead of trying to push myself over the slippery mud by myself. I quickly swing my leg over your head and, looking down at your legs, I feel my bare ass directly on the back of your neck, sinking your face into a puddle of mud as I brace myself as best I can on your body, and I keep hold of your right leg, stretching it upwards until it is stretched to the maximum, just like your lower spine. I place your crotch under my left armpit while my right hand grabs your thigh, and in the ensuing struggle, it slides a little further until it brushes against your huge balls, hard and full of load. I try to dig my knees into the mud as my buttocks sink you deeper and deeper into the earth, and I clench my teeth, every muscle in my body tense, the veins visible as raindrops slide down my soaked body.

Ben_Dudman: 

The rain now so heavy it lashes down making the pit around me a fuzzy translucent mirage and as it runs over my face I feel it spill off the end of nose like a mini waterfall before drumming down onto the thick saturated sand below me where the puddles are now forming small ponds across pit. Any sound you might make is drowned out by the roar of the raindrops smashing down into the sand kicking it up into the air and I I push up again desperate to get off the sludge- like substance below me. I grit my teeth, fighting against the fatigue that seems to seep into every muscle and pore of my body . I take a deep breath and push only for my hand to slip again in the sand and I twist onto my back. Its then I realise where you are. Your form emerging through the rain towards me. I turn away but feel your tight grip on my arm and leg and before I can blink the rainwater out of my eyes you flip me onto my front again. A slow groan of anger is expelled from my mouth as I lift my face from the sand. I push my hands, now coated in a thick layer of sand, once again into the sand but as you slide your leg over my head then slide your firm wet ass cheeks onto the back of my head , my face submerges into the thick mire below me , filling my nose and then my mouth as I automatically yell in annoyance and frustration.

The rough sand particles cling to my teeth and tongue as I struggle to breathe. I know I can't just lay there, my reputation is on the line here. I kick out my legs and buck under you, turning my head as much as  I can to gulp in some air and spit out the vile sand in my mouth. You catch one of my legs, arching it up towards you and I feel your weight drill down onto my neck . I kick my free leg again, and sink my hands deeper into the sand as I look for something solid to push against. Pain shoots up along my spine and my abs stretch as I feel my cock and balls lifted from the sand. My cock and balls ,encrusted with thick gloops of dark sand,   shudder when your hand slides over them. My face sinks deeper too as your weight settles on the back of my head and neck. Even through the pain, I can feel those cum filled balls of yours resting against me as the icy rain gushes over your body and then trickles down my neck and over my shoulders on its journey into the bottom of the pit. I dig the toes of my free foot into the sand, pushing up, willing you to lose your balance as my body is racked with pain. My hands find your knees and press with as much power as I can on them as I try to pull my head out from under you, hoping that the rain will aide me. I kick, twist, and buck with everything I can. The fear of a loss fueling my aching muscles.

Nate_Rivas: 

I feel like I'm riding a wild colt, writhing beneath my body, feeling all your muscles contract and tense in an attempt to throw me off balance. My hard buttocks press even harder against the back of your neck as I struggle to stay on top, while my kneecaps sink into pools of sticky mud, as if the earth were about to swallow us whole. Your raised leg flails in my grip and traps my hand between the inside of your thighs and your hairy balls, grinding my wrist and forearm against your gigantic erect member. I pull even harder on your leg, arching my back amid a guttural roar of rage that this time can be heard above the incessant rain, heating up both my spirits and those of the boys gathered around us. As if to emphasize my cry, lightning strikes, illuminating the entire scene, reflecting the light off the raindrops falling on my naked torso. The sound of thunder that follows makes the scene even more emphatic and devastating. However, your body does not yield, and you continue to struggle. I still have to break you down more... I couldn't expect less from a hardened soldier like you. You're about to lift me a few inches when I pull your leg and flip you over onto the ground, leaving you face up, and I quickly sit back down, this time directly on your face, spreading my buttocks to unconsciously trap your face between them.

Nate_Rivas:

 My knees now fall on your biceps, trying to lock your arms beneath them, while I watch through the rain, which is finally beginning to fall more slowly, your vigorous body covered in thin patches of mud stuck to your hair, with your cock sticking out, pointing directly at my face. I clench my fists, ready to finish the job, and let them fall again and again on your abdomen, slowly but with all the strength I can muster at this point in the fight. Hitting your rock-hard abs again makes it seem like I'm beating a drum in a war symphony. A war without quarter, where neither is given nor asked for.

Ben_Dudman: 

I keep wriggling so hard, This upstart starting to piss me off now as another mouthful of thick wet sand spills into my mouth. My head thick with fog as I try one last thing. I bring my free leg up, bending the knee and ram it upwards hoping to smash my heel right into your face that no doubt has a huge grin on it when you weight lifts off my head . My foot hits nothing much. I feel it glance off something solid but when you roll me over onto my back and drop your ass down on my face its clear it just didn't work. So now all i can just make out is the solid block of muscle as the rain stings my eyes . I close them as the thick scent of your ass makes my cock rise up from my abs and flex at you. I kick my legs while my hands try to push against your knees. Your ass is thick with sand and as the rain hits your body it gushes down over your muscles and then over your thick round cheeks before streaming into my open mouth as I try to take a breath. Fuck. I open my eyes again, looking up and seeing the recruites almost hanging over the edge of the pit to get a better look as their cheers and taunts fill my ears as the rain starts to ease. I kick again, then push my feet deep into the sand and start to arch my back....

 You have other ideas though and its then that I feel the deep impact of your fists as they hammer into my abs . My arms bulge as I try to pull them from under your arms desperate to grab your hands and stop the merciless onslaught. Each punch adding a dull thud as if its harmonising with thunder that still punctuates the air. My torso twists one way then the other as my moans vibrate on your ass and your scent fills my senses . I lash out with my tongue driving it up into your tight hole. I buck and twist as I clench my abs tight as I can but not sure how long I can keep this up.

Nate_Rivas: 

NNHHHH A deep moan escapes my lungs. One of such a nature that I am glad my companions cannot hear it amid the noise of the rain and their own screams. Your tongue runs along the outer walls of my anus, whether intentionally or not, I do not know. My cock vibrates like a taut spring in response, betraying my desires. But your body, on the other hand, continues to fight, and that channels my thoughts toward the current need. To impose myself, to defeat you, to humiliate you in front of the other soldiers to show you your place in the chain. So I lift my ass off your face and quickly turn over your torso, now sitting on your stomach, and grab your head by the hair, lifting your neck out of the mud where it was sunk with my right hand, while the rain falls on your face, the last drops washing my sweat from your face. “You're finished, sir.” Only I'm not giving you the chance to surrender. My left fist rises and hits your face hard, sinking my knuckles into your cheekbone once, twice, with a brutal sound that this time can be heard even above the screams of the crowd. From below, you can see my soaked torso, streaked with raindrops, every muscle tensing with each punch that descends on you, accompanied by a strained growl.

Ben_Dudman: 

My body stiffens as your punches land like a meteor shower deep into my abs, My inarticulate groans sweeping over your ass cheeks with each powerful strike while my tongue devours your ring and inner channel. You suddenly lift your ass off my face and my tongue slips from your cavern as I take the chance to heave in some air deep into my lungs. Rain drops sting my face making me screw from my face up halting my reaction and when you sink your ass down on my stomach, I know a chance has slipped through my fingers. I reach up with my hands but you grab the back of my head . I turn my head, spitting out some sand as you deliver the line you hope will be your final promise in this match, and then pulling my head up from the sand as your other hand hurtles towards me. I don't have time to utter a response before your knuckles smash into my cheek bones. I feel the crunch then hear it, loud and clear. My eyes roll and my head vibrates. A high pitch screech shoots from my mouth . I kick my legs up, trying to wind them around your torso but when the second punch finds its target , my legs drop like led behind you. My cock standing tall like a flag pole as my body sags under you and my head spins and my eyes flutter. The cries from the recruites filling my ears as they cheer you on.

Nate_Rivas: 

I watch you lying in the mud beneath me, your cock the only thing showing any resistance right now. Defeated, trying to remain conscious, I have truly achieved my goal, I have proven who I am and what I can do. Only for some primal reason, my body is not satisfied. It wants more, a form of male domination that can only be satisfied in one way. I throw one last punch at your face with a growl of rage as I release your head and slam it fiercely into the mud. Sitting on top of you, I slide down your stomach, rubbing my hard, toned ass against your abs, feeling the caress of the wet hair on my skin, and I position myself between your legs. I then lift your left leg, taking it under the knee with my right arm and bringing it over your body, while I lie on top of you, bringing my mouth a few millimeters from yours. "Now I'm going to take my fucking reward! Surrender or not." And as I say this, my left fist sinks a couple more times into your side, as if to reinforce and give weight to my words, impossible to deny. The tip of my cock begins to settle between your buttocks, looking for the hole that will lead me to glory, or directly to the end of my military career. I don't care anymore. I'm not the one behind the wheel anymore.

Ben_Dudman: 

My head pounds like a pneumatic drill and the only thing keeping my from sinking into the sand below me is you hand. My eyes still flutter as my head spins. Te clouds above me seeming to spin round and round my eyes roll . Through half closed eyes , the glint of the sunlight threads through the hair on my opponents head as the sun grapples with the dark clouds to pierce through their darkness and bathe the pit in a soft glow as the rain ceases. My body slumps in the sand and i know one more punch will have me out of it. I will myself to fight back. I can't have this youngster showing me up, humiliating me and dominating me. What would it mean for my reputation? I reach up, gripping onto your hips , totally on autopilot now. I look up at you , only to see your blurred body merging with a multitude of other versions of you as nausea sweeps through my body.

 I raise my hands further up between us when you pull your arm back and then let loose with one more punch. It smashes into my face, pulverising my upper lip and nose. My own loud piercing cry of rage combines with yours in the air around us. My head snaps back sharply as my head sinks into the sand as you let my head go. feel my blood splatter over my face and your hand. The metallic flavour of blood trickles over my lips and onto my tongue just before my eyes close and my arms drop into the sand at my side. Neither the cheers of the crowd, the slowly steady count to ten or the sense of failure now registering in my mind as everything goes black.

Ben_Dudman: 

" surrender or not" What the fu..... I cant think any further as another wave of nausea racks my body making me tremble . My head is pounding but I urge my eyes to open. My chest rising and falling hard as i feel a gust of warm breath flow over my face. I manage to open my eyes only to see a blurry image of a young handsome face peering down at me. I try to push up, but its clear something is wrong. Very wrong. I cough hard, spluttering as my body shudders as pain shoots through my side . A huge wave of noise coming from above coincides with the feel of something pressing against my hole making the ring clench tight. The fucker had me. I close my eyes again, the feeling of defeat something new for me and its not one I like. My body sinks deeper into the mud as I wait for you to take what is owed. How will I ever face the recruits again? This young stud has beaten me fairly and there is nothing I can do about it.

Nate_Rivas: 

The sight of your body subdued, drenched in wet mud and water, sweat, blood... It is absolutely glorious. That of a true fallen soldier. And that makes the tip of my cock vibrate even more as it pushes its way into the gates of your ass, eager to enter and claim its trophy. The men around the pit almost beg me to do it, eager to see their commanding officer subdued in front of them, humiliated. But your lost eyes, the frustration in them at such utter defeat, make me overcome for a few moments the desires of other people and my own crotch. I watch you, breathing heavily on your face... As if it were the calm after the storm when the last drops of rain continue to fall on our bodies, barely cleaning anything from the dirt that covers us. The drops fall, sliding down my hair and forehead directly onto your face. And then, the storm breaks out again. But not from the clouds above us, but from my own body, which with a roar, forces its way inside you. As I hold your left leg up, gripping it below the knee, my other hand secures my sex between your buttocks and with a thrust that seems like another attack in our fight, it forces its way in, separating the walls of your anus like a drill. Pushing harder and harder, now holding you by the shoulder so you don't slip away in the mud, I penetrate you with intertwined fury and lust.

Ben_Dudman: 

My head hurts. It hurts a lot. My face aching like nothing I have felt before in any fight as the blood mixes with the last few raindrops, that bounce off my face and those that trickle from your face, and run down over my chin and over my chest. Every limb and muscle aches and it seems at this very moment that consciousness might just be overrated but I guzzle some air into my lungs and slowly my head clears a little more. My eyes start to focus without the feeling of sickness sweeping my body. The sudden thrust of your hips though making my head once again spin as you plunder my ass with your cock. I feel my cavernous walls being stretched wide and hugging your shaft tight as your cock drills in deeper and deeper. The sensation one of discomfort but also of devastation as it reinforces the fact that my veteran warrior body has been defeated by this young soldier. I slam my fists into the sand , making it splash up over our soaked and battle weary bodies before I grip tightly onto your hips. You grip my leg and as you slide in deeper , the shame and discomfort forcing me to push my free heel to the mud and push , as I frantically aim to prevent you submerging even deeper but you grab my shoulders and I find myself locked in under you. My cock spills an abundance of my pre over my hairy abs. I peer up , a focused rage in your eyes as you start to jack hammer into my once , undefeated hole . Your pounding cock shoving me deeper into the mud while each push of your hips opens my tight ring a little more and my tight walls lose some of their tension. I tilt my head and scream to the heavens as I let loose a huge stream of my pre juice.

Nate_Rivas: 

Your howl sounds like that of a mortally wounded wild animal, or a superior being condemned to a fatal destiny. However, instead of provoking any kind of suspicion or pity in me, it only makes my chest swell, as if my heart wanted to burst out of my chest. Even more so when I see the trail of precum falling onto your hair. And I penetrate harder and deeper. My mushroom head makes its way inside you, separating the walls of your anus, which tighten around my cock, trying to crush it and cut off its path. The contact is infinitely tighter than in the entire previous struggle. I growl at the resistance I encounter, but I don't stop. My willpower against yours. My body against yours. And I will prevail again. I pull my hips back until I almost pull out of your ass and penetrate you again, even harder, grabbing you firmly by the legs and shoulders. This time I manage to go deeper. GGAAAHHH! A moan of effort and fury, of overcoming. And so I continue to push my way in with every grunt and every thrust until my cock is completely inside you and my balls finally hit your buttocks. AAAAAHH! Your wet cave now completely invaded, but still embracing my cock with desire, as if now you don't want to let it escape. I fuck you faster and faster, sinking you into the mud while the soldiers around us shout my name. There are no more words between you and me. Only instinct.

Ben_Dudman: 

Your cock punches through the last of my resistance as humiliation burns hotter than any pain you have inflicted. Pink drops still drip from my chin as the echo of my scream bounces off the walls of the pit and I feel just how much you want this. You start to piston fuck my ass , your balls slapping a steady rhythmic beat against me when every thrust you send sinks deeps. My hands grip onto your arms then press on your chest trying to ease you back as my anus burns as you continue to drill into me. The screams of the recruits reach my ears, hearing your name again and again. I sink deeper into the mud . I lift my free leg, hooking it around yours as I push my elbows into the thick viscus sand and push up. My abs pulling tight as I reach up and slap my hand to the back of your neck. I pull your head towards mine and bring you with me as I drop back flat again.

Nate_Rivas: 

Your hands push against my swollen chest, trying to push me back, to gain some space, to no avail. You only manage to enrage me even more, and with the fury comes the most primitive passion. I continue to fuck you even harder, if that's possible, as if I want to bury you in the mud forever. Then I feel your free leg wrapping around mine and I instinctively tense my quadriceps, resisting any movement of resistance on your part. Then something unexpected happens and, grabbing me by the back of my neck, you bring my face close to yours, making me fall on top of you. My forehead hits yours and our mouths are only a few inches apart. The shock makes me stop for a second, but it's enough for us to look into each other's eyes with a whirlwind of mixed feelings. You feel my breath directly on your mouth, just as I feel yours in return. My cock settles into your ass as our legs tense against each other, finding their space. That's when I start moving again, as firmly and quickly as before this brief respite. “Are you enjoying this, sir?” It's just a whisper, but you hear it above the boys' screams. The next thing you feel is my cock coming out of you brutally, in one swift movement, as I use your raised left leg to flip you face down with force and throw my body on top of you, only to, fully reclined on your back, penetrate you again quickly before you have any time to recover.

Ben_Dudman: 

With our eyes staring into each other it seems that time stops. There is nothing else. Your cock slides in and out of my ass, shaping my walls to your girth and all I can sense are our shallow breaths, our pounding hearts and the warmth from your body as it presses down on me. My lips open , my head snaps back and let out a slow breath of rasped air as your cock slips from me. I grip onto your arms tightly, digging my fingers into the firm triceps when you lift my leg and roll me over. The guys above cheer as my thick wet mat of hair and my cock sinks slams down on the sand under your bulk. My hands instinctively push into the rain soaked sand but when I feel your cock prod my hole before it shoves in again, my fingers curl , grasping the sand in a clump as my fuck cavern is once more dominated. I yell out. Yes, I am still fuming through losing this match but my ass now pleads for more as it urges your cock with short hard clenches to feel every inch you have.

Nate_Rivas:

 The walls of your ass close around my cock as if devouring it, as if they don't want it to come out. They sink me deeper and deeper into you, just as I want. I grit my teeth as I lift my body up on my elbows, dug into the mud, so I can move my hips up and down enough to allow me to pull out and thrust in almost my entire length. Little by little, the thrusts accelerate, between cuts. The grunts and breathing in your ear quicken, you hear moans directly into your ear. “Fuck... I'm going to... fuck...!” The boys above us are touching each other under their pants, caught up in this whirlwind, this storm of violence and sex. The excitement, the sensation of entering and leaving your ass over and over again, of penetrating and invading you to your most intimate depths, the domination over my officer... bring my body to climax. With a grunt of indistinguishable sensations, my cock begins to unload inside your ass, its thick, warm contents. Finally, I can't hold back any longer and a howl of unbridled pleasure escapes my mouth. “AAAAHHHH YESSS!”

Ben_Dudman: 

My hands continue to claw at the thick cloggy sand as you hammer your cock into me over and over again. Each thrust slamming into my prostate now as you take longer strokes before striking balls deep into me. The rhythmic slaps as your body pounds mine drifting up to the crowd above . My breath ragged as I place my chin on the sand and my teeth graze my bottom lip as your cock slams in with such force and husky gasps escape from my mouth. Waves of dreamy expectation build inside me as the potent heat in me builds and builds. My cock, fully erect pushes into the coarse sand , making my sensitive helmet shudder as my balls prepare to give you the submission i didn't give you in the match. Your cock keeps taunting me and teasing my senses as your pecs grind down on my back and your breath gently gusts over my ear and the side of my face . I hear it in your voice. I feel it in my hole and I clench my ass tighter around your shaft as i sense your climax is close. " fill my ass soldier" I shout out as your cock swells inside me for one more time and I feel the thick hard pump of your cum rush into my trench like a tidal wave. i buck under you, on the edge myself. As my own orgasm mounts, my hands push into the sand , my hips rear up , my head falls back onto your shoulder and just as my cock lifts from the sand, I arch my back further, lifting my pecs high off the sand . While your balls still churn out your load into me, my cock explodes , shooting rope after rope up over my chest to mix with the clumps of sand that cling to me .

Nate_Rivas: 

Your orgasm causes a spasm throughout your body, contracting your muscles and making the walls of your anus squeeze and milk my cock even more, so with your torso raised like that, I grab your chest, squeezing it between my fingers in the midst of the ecstasy of cumming, feeling your hair soaked in sand, sweat, and mud under my palm. A new wave of cum floods your ass as you drain every last drop from inside me, and my hand grabs your cock with the same goal, gripping it tightly between my fingers and jerking you off hard so you finish ejaculating all your official cum. Nature once again mimics our gesture, as the sky pours down on us again, gradually accelerating the pace until a new downpour. Gasping for breath, I pull you face down into the mud, pull my cock out abruptly, and remain on all fours over your body, until I slowly stand up amid the cries that call my name over and over, praising the soldier who has defeated the veteran in the arena. I raise my fist as I flip you over with my foot, observing your Herculean body covered in all kinds of fluids, including your own semen. A glorious sight that makes my cock bounce up and down even after the release. “Whenever you want, Sergeant, I'm willing to do it again. Whenever you think you can beat me, sir. I'll give you the chance to be defeated again.” I say it between gasps, but with a provocative and cocky tone that makes every word stick like a hundred daggers.

Ben_Dudman: 

Your fingers slides through my thick matted hair grab tightly to my pecs while your cock savours my anus as my chute tightens around your rod. My cock pumps another wave of cum out of my slit like a bullet from a gun as your balls keep pumping your load into me. When your hand grasps my cock, the veins, entwining my shaft like  tentacles, fill and throb as your jerk the last of my milk from my balls. My balls ache as my body quivers senselessly against you until I drop my head. My arms shaking , when your push your hand to the back of your head and push me forward, my arms can find no resistance and my face plunges into the sand. The wet grains rolling into my mouth as it opens to howl in defiance.

 There is a sudden BOOM in the air above us and the sky is filled with forks of lightning shattering the darkness of the night sky , illuminating our bodies for the recruits above ,before sheets of rain pelt down on us again, stinging my aching muscles. A sharp intense pain stabs outwards from my hole as you forcefully pull your cock back through my tight ring and my fingers dig into the sand .I squeeze the sand between my fingers and my palm crunching the particles together. I feel the weight of you lift from me and I think my humiliation is over. But when you kick your foot onto into my side and roll me onto my back, I know it isn't. I look up through the rain, seeing the recruits ,their arms raised as they chant your name , and jeer venomously  at their veteran. I lay there and close my eyes hoping the rain can wash away the humiliation from my pores  along with the sand, sweat and cum. When you shout out your challenge, each word spat out like bullets from a machine gun, I feel my fury break . I push up, my body taunt and tight, swinging my arms and spraying the walls of the pit with wet clumps of sand as my scream of anguish shrieks out like another clash of thunder. I don't reply , I just sink back into the sand,  and listen to the sound of whoops and cheers slowly diminishing as the wind wisps them away as the winner and his recruits leave the pit to begin their celebrations .

The End.