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Black_Hurricane: I haven't remembered how many opponents got crushed and defeated under my feet during my fighting career in this federation. Just last month, a big beast came to the last round of the tournanment to challenge me but he failed completely and his muscular body hit the ground badly with a strong smell of sweat. At the request of audience and the desire arising in the heart, I finish the fuckin loser with a great combo. Just a few days ago, a manager in our league told me there is another violent fighter here and maybe I will be interested in challenging differenet fighter. I agreed immediately and can't wait to give him a lesson.
Black_Hurricane: Therefore, I am in the small locker room now. The broadcast is keeping playing stirring music to warm up and I can feel most of the audience have taken their seats from the noise. I wrap the black bandage onto my knuckles and wear my boxing gloves. Though I don't know what opponent I will be arranged, it is all the same to me. KO and destroy him. It is my mission today. Suddenly, the music dies down and a passionate male voice comes from the broadcast. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our underground KO fighting league! Today a brutal match will be on in the ring, alpha VS alpha!" The audience shouts and cheers crazily. After a short pause, the commentator continues "Now let's welcome our CHAMP, the undefeated HURRICANE!!!"
Black_Hurricane: CLICK-CLACK...The door of my locker room opens and I see an aisle with colored lantern on both sides. I lift up my body, put on my cloak and walk to the door. I go up the stairs and stand on the beginning of the aisle. Then CLAP...the spotlight focused onto my body. I slowly walk to the ring with some punching and kicking poses to show off my strength as well as warming up. The ring is just in the center of the arena and a big screen is hanging in mid air. 6'4, 220lb - my shredded alpha body already slightly covered in sweat and my bull balls and slowly growing 8’ weapon forming a visible bulge in my white compressions. Jumping into the ring, my well-trained hot muscles appears completely to the crowd!
Black_Hurricane: 
Nate_Rivas: The day has arrived. I can't think of anything else as I stand in the locker room, undressing and putting black bandages on my fists. Slowly, like a ritual, without letting the music coming from outside drown out my thoughts. My mind travels back to the past, when the fists of this black mass, the Hurricane, brutally beat my friend, sending him to the hospital. Now I've finally gotten him to accept my challenge, even though I'm not used to fighting in these kinds of underground clubs. But I want my revenge, his revenge. And I'll get it. I adjust the white briefs over my cock, almost 9 inches of meat when it's ready, and position it as best I can, as it shows through perfectly. Finally, I put on my black and gold gloves and get ready to go out, when the speakers call your name.
Nate_Rivas: I feel a knot in my stomach, anxious as I am to face you in the ring. I take a deep breath, sweat running down my skin from the tension and the warm-up. I close my eyes and finally hear my name in the announcer's masculine voice. “And now, let's give a warm welcome to our challenger, weighing in at 204 pounds and standing at 186 cm tall, Nate Rivasssss!” I nod to myself and step out into the hallway, where the colored spotlights almost blind me. I know where I have to go. I walk down the aisle with my golden hoodie, approaching the ring, where I can finally see you when my eyes adjust to the glare. The mass of muscle, imposing and sexy at the same time, that I am finally going to face. My cock stirs beneath my briefs with anxiety, and I quicken my pace. Eager. Finally, I climb over the ropes and step into the ring barefoot, pulling down my hood and glaring at you with hatred, all the tension that has built up over the past few weeks. My muscles glisten under the room lights, covered in small drops of sweat.
Nate_Rivas: 
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Black_Hurricane: From the beginning u enter the ring, I could feel your hostility and arrogance. Your muscled body is glistening in light sweat and all packs of your huge chest and abs are apparent under the spotlight. A small tent has formed on the bulge of your shorts. "A nice opponent with rich fliud." I stare at u with a light smirk. "It will be exciting to drain the beast until he lose all of his seeds and slump onto the ground." All of my fans have witnessed many big guys get crushed under my feet, so none of them are nervous or afraid.
Black_Hurricane: Seeing u are walking to the middle of the ring, I exercise with my knuckles and ankles and do some punching and kicking pose to warm up, then walk slowly towards you. "NO RULES, NO TIME LIMIT UNTIL KO!" I heard the rules of our match. "Good!" I come to your face with a big smile. "Heard that? It means u can not escape until your stupid big cock get knocked out cold and lose all of your seeds in the ring!" I lift my both arms to show off my entire muscular body. My cock is rubbing with yours and I can feel your warm breath. "Both fighters are confident, and now they are full of anger to each other!" The commentator high up in the stands trys his best to warm the atmosphere. "Who will become the final winner and execute the loser? Let us wait and see!" Even as the sound of his voice died away, the full-length pictures of the two alpha fighters appear on the screen. HURRICANE CHAMP VS NATE THE CHALLENGER ! The match is on the verge of breaking out!
Nate_Rivas: I approach you, tensing my muscles, stretching my neck to both sides. I don't stop looking into your eyes. Our chests are barely an inch apart, I can smell your sweat and testosterone. Our bulges rub against each other, and I can feel yours throbbing just like mine. Then your provocation, your damn bravado, typical of an arrogant champion. I already knew you were like that. “I'm not going anywhere. Today you're going to end up kissing the canvas, knocked out and bred. Someone has to shut you up, and that day has come.” I raise my gloves to clash with yours as the announcer finishes inflaming the scene, heating it up even more. The crowd shouts your name. I'm new here, I don't have fans who follow me like they do you... but it doesn't matter. I didn't come here for glory or money. I'm here for something much more personal, and it's something only you can give me. Our fists swell as we stare at each other in silence for a few seconds, waiting for you to tap my gloves and finally start the fight.
Black_Hurricane: "I will crush you into pieces and use my hard shaft to tear up ur loser ass completely!" A cunning smile appears on my face. Then the commmentator asked us to go back to our corner. Though we are in a distance, our eyes keep meeting with fire! The stupid challenger does not know that insolent and dares to provoke the undefeated Hurricane! I decide to teach you a big lesson and then you will know how to keep your big mouth! At the same time, DING DING DING!! The bell rings all of a sudden. "Three...Two...One...Fight!!!"
Black_Hurricane: Letting out a low growl, my feet suddenly pound the ground as I lung forward - the right hook is like a coiled iron whip, brutally aiming for your jaw. Before the punch even reaches your head, another left hook is cunningly sliced towards the gap under your ribs like a venomous snake. WHAM - BAAAM...
Nate_Rivas: The bell finally rings with each contender in their corner. I can sense your contempt, it's evident in your gaze, in your twisted mouth. I plan to destroy both of you with my own fists. You leap forward at the start like a breath of air, as the cheers of the gathered crowd rise in volume. I do the same, but with some caution and a strategy in mind. At the last moment, I step aside, ducking to the left and letting your hook swing over me, but unfortunately it takes me straight into your right glove, which I didn't expect to come up so soon. You hit my shoulder instead of my ribs, but the impact feels strong. I grit my teeth and from my position, without losing distance, I throw a right hand to your stomach and try to drive my left into your liver with a closed hook, pressing forward so as not to lose momentum.
Black_Hurricane: I was a little surprised that you could dodge my sudden hook and make it not as strong as I expected. "Good try, but not enough..." I thought in my mind. Suddenly, you deliver a right punch to my abs and I tighten my muscles to resist your attack directly to test your strength. "You only punch like this, Haha...GRGHHH..." Before I finished the provocation, another quick hook comes to my liver. I was forced back into several steps... "Fuckkk..." Good thing is your hits didn‘t do too much damage and after making two steps back I recover, step forward and jump up with my left and right cross jabs aimed at your face and temple. I land on my feet and immediately shoot another uppercut towards you, this time right into the outline of your navel BAAAAAAM!
Nate_Rivas: My gloves hit your chest and liver, and I hear a small grunt after you try to appear unscathed. You take a couple of steps back, and I follow you across the canvas with my bare feet moving quickly across the surface, when a couple of lightning-fast jabs from left and right stop me in my tracks. UUGGHH! The first one hits my cheek, sending sweat flying from my hair as I tilt my head slightly, but I manage to put my glove up for the second one. However, it stuns me enough that I don't see your uppercut coming, which lands squarely on my belly button. I flex my abs to absorb the impact, but I feel pain and a groan escapes from between my teeth. “NNGGH Fuck!” The balls of my feet lift slightly off the canvas from the impact, bending me slightly, but without breaking me. If the capeon expects to knock me down with blows like that, thinking I'm one of those muscle-bound brutes with no resistance, he's wrong. Without letting you close the attack, I throw my right glove at your obliques, simply to find some space, and stepping forward with my left foot, I throw a left jab at your face, looking for some real damage.
Black_Hurricane: The audience began to cheer when they heard your groan and saw my fist drilled into your navel. "WHOOO...HOO..." I am not hurry to go for another round of attack, enjoying your dispirited face. You still struggle to throw your right punch to my obliques, but it is too slow - I lean to the side and dodge this punch easily. "Ready to finish..." I told myself in the mind and step forward to deliver a roundhouse punch to your face but PUAGHHHH... A sudden left jab hit my face hard and made my sight a little blurred. "Fuck..." I lift my arms to guard up and struggle to recover, with my toes bouncing and bouncing. When I got my balance back, I send a big left haymaker aiming for your temple trying to catch you again, and trying to follow up with a right overhand to your nose even leaning my body foward to add force to it.
Nate_Rivas: When I hear your growl and see your head tilt back under my glove, which sinks into and distorts your face, my cock stirs again in my briefs and my adrenaline shoots up, urging me to overcome the pain and launch myself into the attack despite the crowd's cheers for you. I'm going to demolish their idol right in front of them. As I regain my balance, seeing how hard it is for you to recover, I launch myself into the attack, crouching down to slip under your guard and throw a couple of short left and right hooks to your gut. However, your glove flies towards my face sooner than I expected again, and although I manage to dodge the haymaker by a hair's breadth, with your glove grazing my skin, your right hook to my nose lands where it was intended and throws me to one side, repelling my attack. UUUNNNGGHHH! Beads of sweat fly onto your forearm as I stagger back, dazed, rapidly opening and closing my eyes to regain my bearings and put up an effective guard.
Black_Hurricane: Before your attack could land on my abs, my counter L&R combo completely dominated your following movement. To destroy your fighting spirit in further, I roared loudly to disturb you before feinting with my left fist, and then thrusting it directly at your face, forcing you to tightly lock his arms to protect your head. Then I smoothly lowered my shoulders and twisted my body to deliver a right hook forcefully to the your ribs, followed immediately by a left hook sweeping across your waist. "Nate is nearly dominated by our CHAMP! Is the match ready to over easily?" The commentator shouted loudly with the audience cheering like flood.
Nate_Rivas: You force me to protect my head when your gloves dig into my ribs and abs. NNH NNHHH! I tense my torso muscles again, but the blow to my ribs is especially painful. Then, with the second one at my waist, I stop the assault as best I can, throwing my torso against yours and taking you in a clinch. My chin digs into your shoulder, leaving my ragged breathing directly in your ear. Our muscular chests rub and slap together, sliding with sweat, black against white, and our groins crush together in the same way, our balls colliding, deforming against each other's bodies. My left arm grabs you under the armpit to prevent you from pulling away as I drive my right arm into your side again and again. “Bastard... don't think you're done with me, not even for a moment.” I growl with force with each blow as I dig my toes into the canvas to gain momentum.
Black_Hurricane: Your position has been completely suppressed and I think it is now way for you to escape. But the sudden clinch disturbs my fighting rhythm and all of your strength is focused on your shoulder. I could feel your oiled sweat covered chests are rubbing my pecs, and your balls and erected cock are rubbing and rubbing, making my black shaft becomes bigger and bigger, until a wet spot appears on my bulge thourgh the fabric. "GRRUHHH..." I struggle to escape but your digging toes into the canvas increase your strength. I try to lift my right arm to punch your shoulder and back again and again to disturb your balance first, then roar out loudly to disturb your focus and deliver a sudden lift cross jab to your kidney to force you back. Before you could adjust the defense, I swung a hook punch outward towards your temple, trying to cause your head to reel. Finally, I suddenly lowered his body, and explosively launched an uppercut upwards with my right fist, directly aiming at your jaw, ready to smash all of your fighting spirit into this single punch. WHAAAAM BOOOOM!
Nate_Rivas: I feel your cock getting harder and harder against mine as our bodies rub together, and I let out a moan of something more than pain between each blow. However, your gloves bring me back down to earth, amid the crowd's screams for this scorching exchange, when you push me away with your quick blow to the liver. It's not strong enough to hurt me because of the non-existent distance, but it sets me up for what comes next, a hook that spins my head to one side as sweat and saliva fly onto the canvas. AAAGHH, my groan of pain is heard above the cheers. I raise my head, dazed, with a desperate look... and all I see is your glove coming down hard on my chin, throwing me up, arching my back and finally making my fingers come off the canvas. This time, blood mixes with saliva as I fall like a log onto the canvas, hitting first with my shoulders due to the tremendous force of the impact. NNNGGGAAAAHHH!!! The crowd goes wild as I lie there, squeezing my eyes shut to recover from the pain, moaning on the canvas. My sweaty body soaks its surface as I try to stir.
Black_Hurricane: BAAAAM... With my gloves landing on your chin, you crashed down onto the canvas with a thud. The referee rushed forward immediately, crouched down beside you, and pointed his index finger towards the sky, starting to count: "One! Two! Three!" I shook off the sweat stains on my boxing gloves, raised my chin high, and pulled a triumphant smile. Making a gesture of cutting the throat towards you, I turned around and spread my arms, allowing the noise from the audience to pour into my ears. I deliberately walked up to your head and placed one foot on the rope, crossed my arms. When the referee shouted "Five!", I suddenly bent down, rushed onto your fallen body, then roared at the audience and forcefully pounded my pecs. "WOW! Great Knock Down! Let's cheer for the CHAMP Hurricane!" With the commentator's word, my arrogant demeanor almost toppled the boxing ring.
Nate_Rivas: I watch you towering over me, challenging me... showing off in front of the crowd, already believing yourself the winner. Your enormous crotch above my head, sweat dripping onto my face as you pound your chest with your glove. I slowly get to my feet, first rolling away from you and then getting on all fours on my knees. I plant one foot after the other, without using the ropes. I'm too proud for that. Finally, I get up completely on the count of 7. My body looks oiled like that of a wrestler of yesteryear, glistening under the spotlights with your sweat and mine mixed together. I clench my fists and raise my guard, looking at you with even greater determination than before I fell to the canvas. The crowd explodes, cheering me on, wanting to continue enjoying the fight and praising the courage of the challenger. My chest swells with force and collapses just as quickly with my gasps. I roll my shoulders and neck. “I told you... I'm not going down. Not without you.” I prepare to fight again.
Black_Hurricane: As soon as the referee shouted "Seven!", you staggered and managed to stand up with your whole muscled body covered by oiled sweat. Your huge cock is nearly completely erected with a little wet spot on your bulge. Your steps were still unsteady. My eyes suddenly flashed with a fierce glint, and suddenly growled and charged forward in a swift motion. My left jab is coming to your stomach to disturb your upper defense, and a right hook is followed to land on your ribs heavily. The combination of punches was relentless. Before you could catch his breath, I tightened his waist and hips again to deliver a vicious uppercut straight to your jaw. With each punch, I let out a loud roar with my eyes full of arrogance.
Nate_Rivas: As soon as I get to my feet, you charge at me with an almost guttural roar. I bring my forearms together around my torso, unable to mount an attack in time. But I can defend myself, and you seem to be overconfident after that first fall. Either that, or you want to destroy me more than I thought. My body becomes a shell and your first blow hits my forearms with such force that it drags my feet a few inches across the canvas. Then comes the second blow, which I manage to deflect onto my biceps by slightly moving my waist. NNHHH The veins in my arm swell as if they were about to explode, my muscles tensed to the maximum like the strings of a weapon of war. Drops of sweat separate from my body with the impact, just like on the skin of your arm. But now, amid your thunderous roars, I see your muscles tense, reading your posture and the way the glints on your skin move. Digging my heel into the canvas, I lean back just in time for the uppercut to pass a few millimeters from my face, feeling the wind from the blow. But now you're exposed, and I'm not going to waste it. Slipping under your arm, I throw a strong left hook to your core, sinking my glove violently, then hitting your ribs with my right and this time taking advantage of the force of my punches to throw my own uppercut with my left to your chin.
Black_Hurricane: When my famous finish UPPERCUT is close to your jaw, I could image how the weak loser got destroyed. A provoking smile has appeared on my face. But out of my expectation, my big uppercut only cuts the wind and loses the aim. At the same time, BOOOMMMBBB... your strong left HOOK charged by your heel, hits and sinks into my stomach badly! PUAAGGHHH... My tongue got punched out of my mouth with flood of saliva spying, and I was forced to bend down. Your following right cross jab makes me lose my balance then WHAAAMM. BOOOOOMMM! A big uppercut explodes on my chin!
Black_Hurricane: PUAAGGHHHH... Another flood of saliva was punched into the air with my head towards the ceiling. "WHAT A BIG COUNTERATTACK!!!" The commentator and audience are all shocked by your big combos. My eyes are losing the focus and my arms drop down along my ribs, with my body shaking and shaking then SLUMPPPP to the canvas. "One! Two!..." The referee began to count. My arms and legs are twitching and twiching, struggling to get up.
Nate_Rivas: An additional right hook hits the air without hitting anything when your head has already fallen to the canvas, saving you from another fatal punch. I am so focused on knocking you down that I don't realize you've fallen until a moment later. The referee starts counting and I kick you with my bare foot to turn you face up, to watch your face contorted in pain as the count continues. Remembering what you did. “Come on champ! Come on!!” My sweat drips on you as I tense my torso and the referee pushes me back.
Black_Hurricane: GRAHHHH... My consciousness is getting back and I could hear the noise around my ears. "How could I got beaten down by the bug..." The anger burns and becomes my fighting spirit to support my waist muscle of getting up. When the count comes to 7, I struggle to lift my body up and shake my hands again and again. I try to bounce my toes onto the canvas to get back the rhythm as well. The referee confirmed I could continue the match and then we are face to face one more time. "You will pay for that!" I grin with a devil smile and suddenly bend down to charge into my right leg and deliver a big roundhouse right punch to your temple WHAAAAM... following by a faked left jab to your stomach but another quick cross jab is aiming at your face WHACCCK... Then the left arm was pulled back and arise from your waist to form a big UPPERCUT to your chin CRRRRRACCCK!!!
Nate_Rivas: I watch you get up, your ebony skin drenched in sweat and shining under the spotlights just like mine. But with that gleam in your eyes and that smile that tries to hide your anger, I instinctively prepare myself for what is to come. “Less talk and more fighting!” I try to provoke you, and you charge at me to throw a powerful right punch to the temple, which I manage to block by putting my glove in the way at the last moment, although the impact resonates above even the cheers of the crowd and throws my torso slightly to the right. There I try to protect myself from your feint, but the real blow with your left hits my face, arching my neck back slightly, and preparing me for the uppercut to the chin that throws my entire upper body backwards in a shower of sweat, saliva, and blood. GAAAHHH! I stumble a couple of steps backwards until my back hits the ropes. I bounce off them almost straight back into your gloves, but I correct myself at the last moment by digging my heel into the canvas to slow my momentum and crouch down, then throwing two very strong and fast left and right hooks to your liver and navel BAM BAM! I get back up with two quick right jabs to your face and a left straight to your chest, making you bounce off my glove.
Black_Hurricane: You got a moment of advantage actually, but the CHAMP HURRICANE would teach you a lesson about who is the alpha dad in this ring! My flood of punches forced you back to the ropes again. "There is no way for you to escape!" With my provocation, I am sure the finish movement of UPPERCUT will punch you to the air. But your sudden dodge just makes my supermove only cuts the air again... "FUCK..." It is really out of my expectation and I was a little disturbed. I only noticed your straight counterattack but your change the direction of punches and deliver two big hooks to my liver and navel - PUGHHHH...GRAAAHHH... The liver punch makes me nearly out of breath and dull pain spreads to my whole abs, but the impact of navel punch comes to by crotch fast - My cock gets erected obviously with some precum drains my compressions, forming a big wet spot. My fighting breath gets totally disturbed and take your following jabs and straight jab. "ARGGGHHHH...." I was shaking around and around, trying to guard up and bounce my toes on the canvas. "Keep calm... I need to get the rhythm back..." My oiled sweat has nearly covered of my all of my muscles. My heavy pecs are up and down with my thick breath. "Ohhh...Hurricane is punched to erect!" Some audience caught the sight and shouts loudly. "...I can't be defeated by the fuckin loser!" All of a sudden, all of the strength inner my body gets burned and I stomp the canvas hard suddenly to speed up and deliver a quick and big punch to your lower abs to force u back, stepping forward quickly to add a big roundhouse right punch aiming at your temple! WHAAAAAAM....
Nate_Rivas: My blows rain down like a storm on your ebony body and sweat flies between us as I drive you back across the canvas, moaning in pain. However, the reaction in your crotch reveals that there is something else going on, betraying you in front of the audience. The people watching as their champion is mercilessly beaten by the challenger. However, you are far from finished, and your glove on my abs proves it. NNNNGGHH! You stop my assault in its tracks, forcing me to take a step back as I catch my breath, just long enough for your right glove to fly through the air and hit my skull with force. Fine drops of sweat fly from my hair with the impact and my bare feet stumble across the canvas until my shoulder hits the ropes, my body shaken by the blow with my head forward. I hold my head with both gloves, trying to clear my head as I try to dodge your next attack by circling you around the ring and getting out of the ropes. My right glove protects my face as I throw a left feint to your liver, which quickly turns into a right to your cheek before I recover my guard and duck inside your range to look for the uppercut to the jaw with my left.
Black_Hurricane: Though I met some troubles on your surprised combos, I quickly got my advantage back via a flood of attacks and forced your back close to the ropees again. Your shaking body told all the audience that how strong my punches were. Instead of fighting back soon, you began to guard up again and circled me around. Then I noticed your left movement of the feint, and step back quickly to dodge this attack, even if you changed the position to right. And exactly, the left feint is not the only attack - your powerful uppercut nearly hit my lip but unfortunately it still missed. But your aggressive attack makes your body step forward to me and your full abs were totally exposed - WHHHAAAAM... I stomp the canvas hard and bent down to charge a great power into my right fist to deliver a big cross jab into your navel, following by a triple Left-Right-Left jabs into your stomach, liver and navel again to weaken your abs defense. "SUPER HURRICANE!!!" Roaring out loudly, I prepared for my another finish move to make my shoulder muscles tensed completely, then WHAAACK...BAAAAAM... a roundhouse left punch together with a heavy right uppercut comes to your temple and chin!
Nate_Rivas: Once again, you manage to withstand my attack, even though I land several blows to your body that cause sweat and something else to pour from your body. However, your last dodge leaves you in the perfect position to launch a brutal combination at my torso that makes my muscles bounce from side to side under your gloves, still keeping me in place, refusing to give up the hard-won space. NNNH NNH NNNH!! That stubbornness may be my mistake, however, because when your special punch comes, I'm not far enough away to dodge it. Your left hits my temple, throwing me brutally to one side, just where your right is waiting to finish your hurricane of punches, hitting my chin, lifting me out of the ring and spinning me in the opposite direction. A heavy spit of saliva and blood spills from my mouth as my whole body spins in the air to my right and I fall knee first, leaning on my elbows to avoid hitting the canvas completely. The referee quickly begins the count as I lie on all fours next to you, spitting more blood under the canvas, squeezing my eyes shut in pain. But I refuse to give up, not in front of the object of my revenge.
Black_Hurricane: BOOOOMB! As my big uppercut explodes on your chin, your toes were punched off the canvas and flood of saliva mixed with blood jets to the air! SLUMPPP... When your back hits hard onto the canvas, I lift my muscled right arm to show off a winner pose to all the audience. My oil sweated muscles are glistening under the spotlights. Looking down to enjoy your knocked down body with spreading eagle, my big bulge is also bouncing and bouncing in my white compressions. Several drops of precum leak out and mixed with my heavy sweat to form a distinct shape of my BIG HARD COCK. A wet spot is becoming bigger and bigger with some liquid dropping down. I step to your side and put my foot besides your head, listening the refree still counting "Four! Five! Six!". I lift my left arm to make a throat-slitting gesture to provoke you further. "The fuckin LOSER will be finished!" I roar in an arrogant voice to the audience. All the crowd are cheering for my advantage.
Nate_Rivas: You approach me menacingly while I'm still on the canvas, trying to get up on all fours. All I can see is your foot a few inches from my face, and I can imagine your satisfied smile. It makes my blood boil, it makes me burn with rage... and something else. I get up on the count of eight when I hear your final threat. I can see both your threatening gesture and your cock blatantly bulging in your briefs, which barely contain it and are soaked in sweat and more. However, when I regain my fighting stance, you can see that my own white briefs are just as bad or worse: precum has soaked the entire area around my cock, which can barely be hidden under the fabric. Sweat has done the rest, making the fabric almost transparent. I wipe the blood from my mouth with my glove while I stare at you defiantly, panting heavily as sweat drips from every inch of my body. “I told you... ahh ahh... I'm not going down today... ahh... YOU'RE going to be the loser!” The crowd goes wild when they see me get up, and more and more people shout my name, cheering on the young challenger who is defying the champion in this way. I return to the fight, charging in and seemingly carelessly protecting my head, but it's a trick to sneak under your glove and, crouching down and moving my chest to one side, drive my glove into your badly battered liver again, following up the combination with a right to your navel and a straight left to your pec. GGRAAAH! NNNHH!! I roar with each blow, ending the attack with a left haymaker to your nose.
Black_Hurricane: Though you struggled to lift your bruised body up surprisingly, everyone noticed the big wet spot onto your briefs - your precum has nearly soaked all the front side of your bulge. The strong scent from your cock makes me more excited and my erecting cock has almost pumped out of my triangle compressions. Hearing your provocation, a devil smile appears on my face again. "Time to DIE!" Your guarding up has dropped and it is a good chance for me. Without any hesitation, I step forward quickly and deliver a SUPER heavy straight jab to your head WHAAAAM... But my gloves just cut the air and lands on nothing - it is a FAKE! I try to step back but the big inertia makes it impossible. Just at the moment BOOOOMB... Your glove digged into my liver zone deeply. PUGGGGGHHHH... The dull pain frozen my muscled body quickly and I cannot move a little - WHAAAM BOOOOMMM! Another huge right jab nearly destroyed my navel and the big impact spread to my crotch and groin quickly. The sudden and strong stimulation almost breaks my threshold and my huge cock comes to a full erection and PUMP out of my compressions via the left side with several drops of huge precum dripping along my muscled leg... I was out of control and the following straight left hits my pec hard to shock my strong heart a little. The sexual drive and out of breath makes my eyes blurred - I struggle to guard up for the possible attack but your left haymaker comes with your roaring and anger to break my defense directly and BAAAAAM... blood was punched out of my nose and my sights become totally black... GRAH... I struggle to keep balance but my body is out of control again and forced to step back a lot with my back hits the ropes. "WHAT A SUPER ATTACK!" The commentator was also shocked by your movement . I know I have to guard up and regain my fighting rhythm... After several seconds, I could see your body outline little by little. I circle and guard up around you to regain my strength further.
Nate_Rivas: My gloves hit your body again and again, causing a shower of sweat to rain down on the ring. But even better, there's an increasingly palpable reaction in your tight briefs, barely able to contain such a cock and its contents, which are already dripping down your leg, trying to camouflage themselves with sweat. The smell of man between us masks everything else. Until my haymaker hits you squarely in the nose and blood splatters my arm. You fall back against the ropes amid the shock of the crowd and commentator, and I catch my breath as you struggle with unconsciousness, my manhood growing harder until it is equally erect at the sight of your battered body. I don't plan on stopping, not until I achieve victory. So as you try to get out of the ropes and circle around me again, I cut off your movement with an open right hook to your side, stopping your torso with a loud BAM! I now press forward, with a flurry of left and right hooks to your face to throw your head from side to side before you can fully regain your rhythm and consciousness. My gloves rain down like hammers as I drive you against the ropes. Each blow brings a groan of effort, exhaustion, and the most primitive rage. More drops of precum soak my briefs.
Black_Hurricane: You got the advantage again, and it seems burn your fighting spiritis to the peak - a open right hook was delivered to force me back to the ropes and I struggle to guard up again to defense your floods of L&R hooks. Your power is surprising and my arms were fully bruised and my guard was punched down little by little. I grin my teeth and taste the blood, and I know there is few chances left for me. Roaring out loudly, I lift my left arm to block one of your powerful hook to get a small pause of your attack, and wisted my waist to break free from the ropes, used my left arm to block your move, and delivered a powerful punch to the gap under your ribs with my right fist - BAAAAAAM! Then I lowered my center of gravity and pushed you towards the ropes in reverse, landing a left punch on your temple and immediately followed up with a right cross jab to hit you right on the chin! With each step closer, left hooks, right jabs, and uppercuts came in rapid succession with all of my strength and power draining. After the flood of attacks, I deliver the final heavy punch and roar out loudly "HURRICANE CANNON!!!" to aim at your chin heavily!
Nate_Rivas: When you had me cornered against the ropes, savoring the taste of your blood and victory, you once again showed why you are the champion, and with a powerful blow, you turned the tables and put me against the ropes. GAAAAHH! UNNNGGHH! Your gloves fly over my battered body, filling it with even more bruises and blood amid my groans of pain, while my cock gets wetter and wetter under my briefs. The audience goes wild watching you beat the young, attractive challenger against the ropes, unable to look away, mesmerized by the changing spectacle. A back-and-forth fight between a stranger and the champion himself is something I didn't expect to see, although it seems to be coming to an end. I look at you through my gloves, gasping, my face contorted with pain and despair, when your glove sinks into my stomach again, crushing my abs. BUUARRGGHH! I cough and spit blood on the canvas, doubled over in pain, when I see that move again... One of your special punches, the right straight to my chin... So I quickly duck and lunge forward to avoid the blow, hugging you tightly, my face against your sweaty chest, crushing the muscle with my cheek as I wrap my arms around you so I don't fall. I throw a series of short left punches to your side as I regain my strength in the clinch.
Black_Hurricane: The flood of punches hit your muscled sweaty body again and again to add more and more bruises. Our sweat is flying around our muscled body and the temperature of the match is heating to the peak as well. My violent combos nearly destroy your abs and the finial supermove is coming to your chin! CRUFFFFF... The expected feeling doesn't come to my gloves as I just cut the air and you struggle to duck and lunge forward to dodge the CANNON! The long and continous attacks nearly drain my power and my sore muscles could not support me for any further movement... Your face against my oiled-sweaty pecs and your arm just fixed my body then BAM...BAM...BAM... A quick series of left jabs come my side... GRAUHH...PUAHHH... My body nearly collapsed due to the out of strength but I struggle to stand up with my toes stomping hard on the canvas to deliver another roundhouse punch to your right temple... My sweat pours down on the ground with several ropes of precum dripping along my muscled legs mixed with sweat.
Nate_Rivas: I feel your abs give way under my gloves again and again, as your balance and the strength in your legs diminish. Sweat slides down your ebony skin and falls onto my face, still resting on your torso as I growl with every blow I land, but without seeing your right glove rise again and fall on my temple. AAAARGGH! My bare feet slide across the canvas and I fall with my left shoulder onto the canvas right at your feet. My cheek also touches the surface as I lean on your right glove to keep from falling completely, and my toes search for a foothold on the canvas to lift me up right next to you before the count even reaches 3, overcoming the pain. A pool of blood remains where my face was when I stand up, half bent over next to you but still raising my fists. “I'm not going to... fall... you bastard!” The crowd stands up, praising my willpower, and I launch myself into the attack, trying to get between your fists to start hitting the part of your body most within my reach in my current state, your lower abs. I ignore your gloves hitting my skin and slip into your distance to start devastating the area immediately above your cock over and over again. Nnhh nnhhh! Sweat flies off your body to the rhythm of my gloves.
Black_Hurricane: When my roundhouse punch attached to your temple, you moan out and fall onto the canvas again with your shoulders. Your right arm was hanging on my right gloves and I had the position of view to look you down again. "1...2...3..." The referee began to count again. My pecs and abs are all soaked with heavy oiled sweat and my energy is dying. I think this super punch is enough to finish you but the strong fighting spirit even supports you to lift your bruised body up before the count comes to 4. "You will...die..." I lift my right arm to go for a big cross jab to your temple but PUGFFFF... Your gloves have attached to my lower abs, where is very close to my groin... ERGHHHH... The impact is not strong but continous to spread to my cock and my fully erecting cock is punched to force a 90 triangle to my leg... Streams and streams of precum were punched out of my super hard cock and my movement got totally disturbed. "Fuck..." I struggle to guard down to block the floods of gut punches but my legs have began to shake. "What...! The HURRICANE CHAMP is leaking his precum badly!" The commentator shouted. "The pumping out of his huge cock becomes a big disadvantage!" The audience began to cheer for you in a crazy mood. "I... have not done..." Struggling to block your combos to my lower abs, I deliver a counterattack in a left-right cross jab to your ribs.
Nate_Rivas: Little by little, I regain my rhythm. I don't know if it's the result of savagery, thirst for revenge, recklessness, or desire. Whatever it is that drives me, it makes me press harder and harder, trying to ignore the pain in my head and chest, dragging you around the ring as the leather of my gloves hits the top of your manhood over and over again, sinking into your lower abs and making more and more precum ooze out, soaking my own glove with your fluids. The crowd cheers me on, hoping I can turn the fight around, finish you off against all odds... but you come back on the attack despite everything with two quick blows to the ribs. Your gloves have the same effect, soaking my briefs even more with precum, but the only other physical response you get is a couple of quiet moans of pain. My assault continues, and from my lower position, I gather my body and propel myself upward with force, digging my right heel into the canvas. A huge right uppercut breaks the wind under your chin until it finds its mark, buying me enough time for my next assault. "You like punches with names, huh? Well... take mine...! Take my SUPERNOVA!" I gather myself by bending my left arm completely, tilting my body, almost covering my glove with my shoulders... and I spring like a jackhammer against your head before you recover from the uppercut, with a powerful scything left hook straight to your cheek, moving my whole body from side to side.
Black_Hurricane: Both of the two fighters are tough and the match turns to be really heated. Most of the strength and power of us has drained but obviously your fighting spirits and desire of win are keep burning. The hesitation and sense of urgency are consuming my inner core of energy. I could see your briefs are also soaked by your precum and the strong smell of your sweaty muscled body disturbed my further. I try to guard back after my L-R cross jab but you manage to charge by your right heel and deliver a huge uppercut and BAAAAAAAM to hit my head. PUAAAGHHHHH... My head was punched to face the ceiling and a flood of saliva sprayed out of my mouth. My head is buzzing and buzzing and I cannot hear you exclaim your supermove clearly and BAAAAAM again - your powerful left hook hits my cheek to make my muscled body frozen on the spot with my eyes staring blankly. The muscled Hurricane encountered an unprecedented disadvantage in this match, and everyone could see my muscled arms with gloves have dropped along my ribs. My muscled legs have nearly full-covered by sweat and are twitching and twitching. "What....Hurricane is dangerous... Will Nate catch this chance and finish the CHAMP with his spectacular supermove?" The commentator shouted in crazy.
Nate_Rivas: My gloves crash into your face twice, sending saliva and blood mixed with sweat flying as your body shakes from side to side and your arms almost fall to your sides, unable to mount an effective defense. You look more like a zombie than a conscious man, but your black body covered in sweat, glistening under the spotlights, is still absolutely spectacular. The body of a champion that part of the audience is still cheering for, waiting for you to react. Only it's too late for you. The time has come to take my revenge, despite all the pain you have caused me and the precum that soaks my briefs and drips down my legs. “Now... my best move, the one... I've been preparing for you all these months!” My torso begins to sway from side to side from my waist, gaining momentum, and the assault begins. “RIVAS...!” A series of brutal alternating left and right hooks throw your face from side to side, hitting your cheeks incessantly amid the announcer's screams. “Could this be... the challenger's special move...?!”. Then, following the movement, my right glove hits your navel, digging into it, sinking your abs under its weight, and helping me throw my body weight back, gain distance and... "... FLASHBANG!!!" Throwing my torso forward again, digging my right heel into the canvas, I launch my left glove in a haymaker straight to your mouth and nose, smashing it violently.
Black_Hurricane: "RIVAS...!" When you roared out your supermove, I was still shaking on the spot like a zombie. But your punches won't give me any more chances - BAM...BAM...BAM... The flood of brutal L&R hooks punched my face again and again, making my eyes lose the focus little by little. Everyone could see the sweat pouring down along my glistening black muscles but the solid feet were losing support and collapsing to your side. Then BOOOOOOM... Your right glove speed up like a cannon and drills into my navel accurately! The huge impact was spreading to all of my abs and lower to the crotch and groin - PUMP - my hard leaking cock was punched to form a 90 degree triangle to my muscled legs and a stream of huge precum got punched out onto your abs directly. "I think something was punched out of Hurricane's cock but it is not clear enough..." Before the announcer finished his word, "FLASHBANG!!!!!" Your super final move comes and heat the air around us, then all of the charging power into the super haymaker EXPLODES on my face - BOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
Black_Hurricane: At that moment, all of the sight and sound disappears suddenly from my consciousness. The muscled legs finally cannot support the body of the muscled beast anymore and sweat flies into the air together with my tattoed muscled body in a parabola. After two seconds, BOOOOOOOM... Everyone heard the sound of the CHAMP Hurricane's body hitting on the canvas. After the short silence, the cheers come like the flood from the audience. "WHAT...A...SUPERMOVE... HURRICANE is done?" The commentator shouted in a big surprise. The cameras around the ring are all focusing on my collapsed body - the cocky smile has gone and turned into a distorted face in purple and black, the tattoed strong muscles all bulging with heavy oiled sweat covered, and a big sunk was found on the navel. "1...2...3..." The referee begins to count but no response. During the second half, I used my strong fighting spirit to hold the stimulation of my cock and prepare to pour all of my hurricane seeds into your ass, but now the consiousness has gone and the stimulation is also out of control. Mixed with the huge impact of the slump, my fully hard cock is pointing to the ceiling. "4...5...6...7..." The count is continuing. "Wait...Wait... Hurricane's waist is moving... The strong muscled beast has chance to stand up again?!" The commentator noticed my small movement and all the camera focused on my waist quickly. My waist muscles were moving, but exactly they are twitching and twitching - finally the stimulation breaks all the edge and PURFFFFFFFF - a thick and huge rope of my hurricane cum splashes into the air and lands onto my abs... "NO...NO...NO... The CHAMP Hurricane is cumming..." The commentator sighed a lot. "8...9...10...!" DING DING DING!!! At the moment of bell rings, several ropes of my hurricane cum shoot into the air again and streaming along my hard shaft. The strong smell suddenly spread to the ring.
Black_Hurricane: 
Nate_Rivas: As my last punch presses against your face, I feel your body give way and the momentum of mine pushes you backwards, without stopping, until your feet lose all contact with the ground and your body rotates on itself until it crashes emphatically onto the canvas with a huge bang that shakes the entire ring. Saliva, blood, and precum splatter my arm, legs, and torso, both yours and mine, as my body fills the void where yours once was. Suddenly I am standing over you, your huge muscular body at my feet, utterly defeated. The count begins while I am still fully aware of the situation, as if I cannot quite believe that it is finally over. I don't circle you like I did in the last fall, I just stand there, between your legs, panting heavily with my arms hanging at my sides, my torso rising and falling as sweat soaks every inch of my skin and drips onto the canvas and onto you. I look at you without fully hearing the count, thinking only of my revenge fulfilled, and how incredibly sexy the image at my feet is. My cock throbs, protruding completely from my briefs, dripping precum as if a tap had been turned on that was impossible to turn off. The fight, the heat between our bodies, the smell of masculinity... All of this has mixed together in a cocktail of excitement that compels me to quench it in only one way. To take my revenge with complete domination.
Nate_Rivas: When the count reaches 10 and the bell rings, the announcer shouts my name to the sound of the entire audience, absorbed in what has just happened. "The champion has been defeated by the challenger! After a brutal fight, Nate Rivas has defeated Black Hurricane with a devastating special move, causing the champion himself to ejaculate! We've never seen anything like this from Hurricane himself!" My head can't keep up with his announcement, unable to think clearly anymore. Your cumshot only activates the last spring in my mind and with determination, I unleash my cock, sliding the briefs stuck to my crotch until I am naked, dressed only in gloves. My huge 9-inch rod points at the spotlights in the room. “My God, it looks like Rivas isn't done here, and naked, he wants to take something else from the champion, just like he used to do with his defeated rivals!” I kneel between your legs as your huge chest moves slowly up and down and drops of semen and sweat slide down it. "I'm not done with you yet, you bastard. This is for Trey." Still wearing my gloves, I manage to pull off your white briefs, which are soaked and whose elastic has completely given way under the pressure of your growing manhood. Before you can try to resist, I slam my glove into your abs twice more, sinking it into your guts, torturing you a little more before the final humiliation, and more drops of cum shoot out of your cock.
Nate_Rivas: Finally, I grab your head between both gloves and stand up again, dragging you along. I look into your eyes with a mixture of rage and desire, and after dragging you around the ring, pushing my body against yours, with a cry of rage, I release your head for a moment to hit you with a left hook to the cheek that tilts your entire body and throws you mouth first into the turnbuckle in the corner. Your arms on the ropes on either side of the post hold you up, and I can only look at your round ass, as muscular as the rest of your body. "Damn, it looks like Rivas hasn't finished crushing the champion, and now... He's going to take him right here? He's going to fuck him with that huge piece of meat?!" As if I were listening to him, I move closer to your back, pressing my body against it, melting into the heat of both of us, and rubbing my cock between your rock-hard buttocks, using my legs to open your thighs, searching for your anus until I begin to insert the tip of my cock into your tight anus with difficulty, still wearing my gloves. Fortunately for you, sweat and cum act as natural lubricants and little by little it makes its way in, while I squeeze your neck with my left glove to keep you immobilized against the post. GRRRAAAARRR! With a growl, my rod makes its way between the warm folds of your anus and the fucking begins, aspirant submitting champion in the corner of the ring.
Black_Hurricane: When you slamed your glove hard into my sweaty abs, you found the strong resistance had almost gone though all the 8 packed abs still appears to be buldging. The impact spread quickly to my gut and then came to my crotch and CHUFFFF...PURFFF... Another two thick and smelly ropes of hurricane cums got punched out and landed on my abs. The milky white cum and oiled-sweaty black strong muscles form a sharp contrast. You dragged me around the ring and let everyone could enjoy my beated body. The commentator and audiance are also shocked and excited about the collapsing CHAMP's appearance this time. But it is not enough for you - with some punches, you fixed my body into the ropes, facing the audience and my whole round tight muscled ass exposed to you completely, and used your strong arms to squeeze my neck hard. The sudden out of breath called my consiousness back a little and I realized what was happening. "Fuccc...k... I will... kill... GRAAAAAAAAHHHHH..." At the moment, both of us roared simultaneously - you are roaring, but I am screaming. With the sweat and cum as lubricants, your fully rock hard manhood thrust and destroy my muscled ass suddenly! Instinctively, I tighten my anal sphincter and want to push your fuckin cock out but it was useless - your huge snd buldging cock breaks all resistance like the spear of the god of war, and comes to my prostate quickly. Then your penis comes to be another kind of fist and begins to punch my prostate hard BAM BAM BAM BAM...
Black_Hurricane: GRAAAAH.....ERGGGHHHH...ARGGGGGH...AAAAAAHHHHH... The scream of Hurricane keeps reverberating in the arena. Beaten one after another fighters, the CHAMP Hurricane has become accustomed to execute them with his huge 8 cock and destroy their ass completely, but his ass is the weakest point compared to his strong muscles. From the previous interview, everyone knows the Hurricane trained his muscles and fighting skills hard in regular times and released his wild desires monthly in this ring after destroying his opponent. "Ohhhh... It seems our CHAMP doesn't train his muscles there..." The commentator said. Punches after punches, you are still destroying my prostate and the continous orgasm makes my cock fully erected again and several streams of huge precums drips along my big shaft as well. "Fu...ck... ARGHHHHH... I.... fu..." The violent manhood punches crushed my consiousness into pieces little by little and my eyes are rolling back to half white with saliva dripping from my mouth... After a violent tremor of my cock, PUUUUUFFFFFFF.....CHUUUUFFFFFF....PURFFFFF... Ropes after ropes of thick cum got fucked out directly from my penis and even shooted out of the ring on the ground. "What...!! The Hurricane was fucked to cum!!!!!" The commentator shouted in a crazy voice.
Nate_Rivas: As I fuck you, I press you harder and harder against the corner, while my cock pushes its way into the inner walls of your ass, which, although they resist, only increase my fury, and with it my desire. I tear your internal tissues with each thrust, while the precum that continues to flow from my manhood moistens your cavity. “AAHHHH.... AAAAHH! FFUCCK YEAH!” My balls begin to bounce again and again against your buttocks, sounding the drums of war. I close my eyes and clench my teeth, exhausted by the pain of the fight in my muscles still very present, but without stopping fucking you, subduing you. On the contrary, faster and faster... until I accompany the thrusts of my hips with my left fist, hitting your sides over and over again, causing your new cumshot to shoot out of the ring and soak several of the spectators, who can't believe the show. The walls of your ass close around my shaft and finally I can't take it anymore, impossible after so much excitement, after the brutal exchange of blows, the feeling of euphoria, the smell of your sweat and cum all over your body. "F-FFFUCK! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! FUCK YES!" The cum starts to gush out of my cock in torrents as all the muscles in my body tense up at once and the veins stand out to the max on my skin, furrowed by the sweat that permeates it. I clench my teeth as I continue to thrust until my cock is completely drained.
Nate_Rivas: Your insides are warmed by the enormous amount of cum flooding them, overflowing and dripping out of your ass. "Incredible, the challenger has reached his climax, and both men have come to orgasm almost simultaneously! What a spectacle, the defeated champion and these two muscle-bound beasts having the wildest fight and sex we can remember in this ring! The challenger has continued to beat Hurricane's battered body while fucking him mercilessly!" Completely exhausted, I lean on your back, sweating and panting as the adrenaline begins to leave my body, our naked bodies on top of each other, held up only by the corner of the ring. But I can whisper in your ear, so that only you can hear me. “This... is for Trey, you bastard... And I'll give it back to you as many times as you want.” With these words, I lean back with my gloves and pull my manhood out of you in one swift movement, causing you one last sting of pain, and throwing you onto the canvas, defeated. My bare foot crushes your chest, kneading it under my weight as I raise my glove in the air, my cock still hard as a stake, dripping the last drops of cum onto your torso. The crowd goes wild, cheering the new champion. My victory is complete. After the toughest fight of my life, I have finally achieved revenge and something more... something much stronger, a burning desire that will never be extinguished.
Published: 2026-01-10, viewed 118 times.
Freaker
2026-01-12 22:05Nate is an intense fighter driven by a need for revenge. He is ruthless and won't stop until he completely dominates his opponent,He didn't simply seek to defeat Hurricane in the ring, but aimed to conquer him sexually, finding his ultimate satisfaction by turning the champion's body into a vessel for both his pain and his submission. Always a pleasure to publish your stories in THE HIGH TABLE
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Cody J
2026-01-11 17:19This Nate seems to be a strong guy.. Giving all his opponents a hot time.
Maybe I need to test his strength sometimes..😜
Arthur H James
2026-01-14 17:23(In reply to this)
Talk less kid. You would be handle that amount of pain ( or pleasure maybe 🫢)?... Btw nice Story Nate and hurricane
Submissionlad
2026-01-11 05:35This is intense. What a fight. Agree with Kad here , this was craftmanship. A huge round of applause for both these incredible warriors And just spotted Nate has another story that has just been posted. Guess where I will be clicking next?
Kad Royce
2026-01-10 21:21This battle is like lace made with a blade. Each sentence lands like a precise blow, not a word too many, not a moment's hesitation. You can tell that the two authors aren't hitting hard: they're hitting right. It's sharp, tense, almost surgical. You read it and you realize that this is no longer a confrontation, it's a demonstration of literary craftsmanship.
What I like is the feeling that each line could cut you if you hold it wrong. It's elegant, but dangerous. And when one of them finally wins, you don't even talk about victory: you talk about a perfect move, a final stroke that seals the duel without ever crushing the other. Because deep down, in such a finely crafted battle, both come out on top.