THE HIGH TABLE

NATE RIVAS:

The flight has been long, but if there's one thing about this whole thing I've gotten myself into, it's the money involved, so traveling first class is almost guaranteed and makes the flight more bearable, especially with that damn attractive flight attendant I end up in the bathroom with. It's not that I see much of all that money, but at least I can enjoy certain comforts when traveling and staying in hotels. After all, they want their fighters to arrive in optimal condition for the matches. Fucking crazy rich people and their fucking whims. An exclusive fighting tournament between representatives from around the world, pitting the different styles of each country against each other. I almost feel like a character from the fucking Street Fighter game I used to play as a kid. At what point did that go from being a poor kid's hobby to my passion, my real way of making a living beyond my jobs as a dockworker in Athens? But little by little, from getting into fights jumping from one orphanage to another, I started to receive some formal training from various boxing, MMA, and wrestling instructors... and now here I am, heading to the land of the rising sun, fucking a fucking hot and masculine flight attendant and tasting some of the best sake available on the plane. Quite a lifestyle change for a troubled orphan like me.

Over the past few months, I've wrestled in oil in Turkey, boxed on the streets of Chicago, fought in the snow against a Russian wrestler, and battled brutally on the sand in Kenya. And I couldn't have enjoyed each fight more, despite how tough and different my opponents were. Or hell, maybe that's exactly why. Maybe all this will finally bring some interest to my life, some direction. The next day, after a night in which Japanese promoters and others from around the world take me out to get drunk and meet some hot guys to let off steam with (again) before the fight, I will face a huge yokozuna, a sumo master in Japan whose weight I have chosen not to look at. I don't care, I plan to make the fight end like all the others, whatever it takes. During dinner, I see Inafune-san, the giant fighter who will be my opponent, across the table at the luxurious izakaya. We don't talk, even if we could, we just exchange glances, sizing each other up. I don't drink, but I do fuck. The former, after the sake I already tried on the plane, would leave me hungover for the fight, but the latter gives me a little more concentration, clears my mind. And shit, I've never fucked a Japanese guy before, so I choose a muscular and attractive VIP bodyguard and spend one last night of hedonism before the fight.

I spend the morning of the fight running around Tokyo, soaking up the local atmosphere. I watch a real sumo match in the arena where I will fight that night, when people with scruples have already hidden back in their shelters and predators with too much money and too much bloodlust in search of new entertainment to stimulate them go out hunting. Those are the kinds of people who attend these shows, a type of person I am completely alien to. I am only concerned with studying the wrestlers, their sumo techniques, and seeing how they might apply them against me. I finally return to the stadium when night falls and one of the servants leads me to my dressing room, where he helps me put on the fundoshi I will fight in. It is little more than a glorified loincloth, barely covering my genitals and leaving my buttocks completely exposed. At least I will fight comfortably. After a few minutes of concentration, I finally go out into the room with the sumo ring, a circle of sand raised one meter above the ground. In reality, this fight will not be won outside the ring, only by knockout, but these bastards love this kind of paraphernalia characteristic of each country hosting the fight. The room reeks of tobacco and sweat, the atmosphere heavy despite the enormity of the place. I climb into the ring, without any ridicule or embarrassment about my “attire,” thinking more amusedly about how a sumo wrestler would look wearing only this. I don't expect any more surprises today...

I was, for the lack of better words, dishonorably discharged from the army, for having lashed out at a fellow recruit and ended up sending him to the infirmary – needless to say that guy never walked again. So here I am, years later, making a living during my retired life as a business entrepreneur by day, and during my free time, by night, I take the odd job of a kill-for-hire. The guy you call to settle a debt, things straight, and bring back order to your ‘troubles’, that’s me. Let’s say I get to put my military training and background to good use – and with all my contacts… and yes, I still have some solid good contacts in the army, that always help me in the toughest situation – intel on my targets, free passes to restricted areas. I am well connected and well equipped for the job that pays well. I mean, taking out someone else’s trash doesn’t come cheap. Or else, let them do it and get their hands dirty on their own. So here I am, ‘retired’… or so many think. While my money-making little businesses run smoothly on their own, each one managed with a qualified person who reports back to me, I on the other hand get to do what I do best… I fight… no… I do what others cannot do; I kill. I restore order.

So, enough about me… let me get you to the core of this situation. As I mentioned earlier, I am the guy they call to settle things, fix things and help them run smoothly. And when that involves fighting… it makes things even more interesting. I get to have fun. Loads of fun. In this particular case, I get a phone call from one of the biggest tycoons in the underground illegal business of fighting competitions. We are talking about the biggest circuit of unapproved fights, worldwide, that pits only the best fighters against each other in order to seal deals, break corporations and even move or shift whole markets. And this time, things are not looking too good for a whole competition they imagined would go differently – they had decided to pit against each other the best fighter from every key country in this circuit… and one man was ripping through the competition without slowing down. And that was causing distress for my latest client who was losing money. He needed my help, and he didn’t have to ask me twice. I accepted and learned that my next trip was to Japan.

My target was fighting in the biggest Japanese underground arena for Sumo wrestling. The whole idea is that the fight in every country would put both fighter in the traditional setting, from gear, costume and even weapons, if any, and ring or fighting grounds. In Turkey for example, I learned, the fighters were doused with oil and fought in a field of freshly cut grass. Here in Japan, they were to wear the traditional fundoshi – a loincloth sort of wrap that barely covered anything, just the genitals enough to not distract the opponent, with the rear part of the gear slicing through the butt-cheeks. Not the best attire, but I personally do not care. I am ok with some exposure. I smile as my client, during our private meeting upon arriving to Tokyo, hands me the traditional gear and the name of the fighter…Nate Rivas!

The auditorium is completely full, proof of how much word has spread about these fights and my career. Or maybe it just shows how fucking corrupt Japanese society is on the inside, in the underworld that lives and breathes beneath the facade of propriety and respectability of visible society. I watch them from above the ring, feeling increasingly uneasy. I've never fought in front of so many people before, and it's not something that makes me feel particularly comfortable. Sitting up there, unable to see the eager faces around me, hungry for blood and spectacle, in the dim light produced by the arena's spotlights, I feel particularly vulnerable, so I try to concentrate on the fight, clearing my head of any other thoughts. I had heard many stories about Japanese punctuality, but Inafune-san doesn't seem to have heard them, because this is starting to get ridiculous. My barefeet run over the sandy surface of the dohyou, the circular ring, getting used to its feel and grip. I mentally scan my muscles and stretch each one, becoming aware of their condition so I know what to expect from my own body in the fight. The crowd, however, breaks my focus, shouting louder and louder, as impatient as I am, if not more so. Either my opponent will soon enter the ring, or I may have to start facing the spectators themselves.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I look at the photo in the file and I recognize you immediately - the champion fighter slicing through the competition like a hot knife through butter. And the client wants me to stop this. It seems you are costing him a lot of money and putting a dent in his finances. I am the guy they usually send when things need to be put back in order and the corrupt police cannot do the job. I leave the meeting feeling a tingle in my pants, making my cock stir. 'This is gonna be amazing' I think to myself as I read the file and understand your next opponent will be one of Japan's Sumo champions, if not the best Yokozuna ever. I even get quite excited as I myself have never had the pleasure of facing a massive over-weight opponent... and that's when an idea struck me. I throw the file behind me as I enter my hotel room to start preparing myself.

... The crowd roars in the arena just before I spread the dividing curtain open and walk in. The cheering dies instantly as I make my way down towards the raised cageless fighting circle and I smile at the beautiful, muscular fighter waiting for his opponent to come face him. "Whats the matter champ?" I ask as I make my way with confidence but he is not looking at me. His eyes are glued to something else, just like the crowd is. I am not sure if it is me, in my pair of tight compression shorts, and a black tank top that is hugging my body so tightly it looks like a second skin. "Don't worry, I got that silly traditional gear on. I'll remove the shorts and tank top once I get to you." I explain but it seems to fall on deaf ears as his stare turns into a worried glare. As I trace his stare, I understand what is grabbing his attention...

NATE RIVAS:

The audience suddenly falls silent. I can't see anything, blinded by the lights outside the ring that leave the spectators in darkness, but the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end tell me that something is wrong. I've always had good intuition about these things, I'm good at reading the atmosphere... And in this case, the fear and amazement are almost palpable. That's when my eyes finally adjust to the light from the stands and I can see his figure as he approaches. A man with an impressive beard, wearing a tank top and compression shorts that cling to him like a second skin, as there is literally not an atom of space between his impressive muscles and the fabric of his skimpy clothing. His gaze is pure ice, mixed with a spark of mischief and menace as he provokes me and everyone present with his bravado about his attire. The way he moves, simply walking, is pure danger and control, a predator without prey. But none of this is what silences those present, or dries my throat, making me instinctively swallow what little saliva I have left. Inafune-san, or what's left of him, a mass of muscle, fat, and blood, dragged inert by the neck by the mysterious intruder. The defeated champion, moved like a puppet by a stranger whose intentions are completely unknown, but who is clearly not peaceful. A new enemy? “W-who the hell are you?” The words come out of my dry mouth like cutting blades, shock and surprise mixed.

MUSCLE MARINE:

“Why… your opponent of course.” Answering you casually as I take the few steps up to the battered earth wrestling circle, dragging along with me a massive broken sac of muscles that use to look like the sumo champion of Japan – the same guy who was supposed to face you in this tournament. The stakes of this stage were high – total control of the electronic industry would be added to the prize winning. As I drop the dead body, releasing my hold of the loincloth, it hits the floor with a loud thud and it slides a bit down. I stand tall, look at you and smile. “Wouldn’t you prefer a real fight? With a real worthy opponent? Someone your own size and weight?” I laugh now. “He was too easy. I mean, if I could beat him… you definitely would have done the same.” Taunting you with my words as I start to peel my tight tank top like I am peeling a skin off.

NATE RIVAS:

Your voice is as threatening and cold as your eyes. Or should I say cold and hot at the same time, because there is an inner fire that I had not found in any of my previous opponents. A flame that seems to want to consume me, and an attitude that betrays how comfortable you feel in this environment. I have to be very careful, or the first move could be my last. My chest instinctively swells at your provocation, emphasizing my pectorals and flexing my abs at your words about our similar physiques, and at the sight of the sculpted torso revealed when you tear your shirt to shreds. The fever of combat runs through my veins with increasing force, and my sex stirs beneath the thin fabric of the loincloth. "It seems perfect to me to face you or anyone else, because the result will be the same. Although I must say I didn't feel like facing that mass of fat, so you're making it even more interesting for me." The judges look at each other in surprise, on the verge of canceling the fight, when I see one of the members of the organization whisper something in their ears, and although they initially protest, the Japanese hosts finally agree. Who knows what balance of power and influence comes into play.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I smile as you speak, not answering. Instead, I turn to face the audience, my back to you - confident that you will not move an inch unless the fight bell is rung. There is too much at stake for you to try something against the rules and be penalized... although that might be the least of your worries later. I grab my tight compression shorts and start peeling them slowly, revealing first my tight muscular ass to you and the crowd behind you gasps the first time. But it is when I peel the front part that the crowd I am facing emits a louder gulp, gasp and scream. "Whats the matter? Never seen a real man before?" I mock them a bit. Some cheer again, others just go dead silent. I pick up the fundoshi off the ground and slip it on easily like I am a veteran at this, pulling it snugly over my cock, covering it before turning to face you. "Ready? The sooner we finish this, the sooner I can pick up my hot partner and go exploring this beautiful city." Kind if making you feel that this fight is not that important to me as it is to you.

NATE RIVAS:

My expression turns into a sly grin, rolling my eyes mockingly with a carefree air when in reality I'm not missing a thing that's happening in front of me. Your ass is slowly exposed like two perfectly sculpted mountains, and I can only imagine what it would be like to lose myself between them. But what comes next is what really shocks me more than I'd like to admit. The shadow between your legs, even with your back turned, hanging like the clapper of a huge bell, is disproportionately large. And the exclamations and whispers of the audience confirm it. You can even hear the sound of broken glass when the tray carried by one of the geisha girls falls to the floor. The fundoshibte covers practically nothing, because when you turn around, your genitals are still hanging inside it, pushing it down. I quickly clear my throat, trying to hide my admiration. “If you've stopped working as a stripper, of course, we can begin.” I approach you for a face-to-face, my bare feet dragging across the compacted clay of the dohyo. The audience composes itself as best it can and the attendants prepare to sound the huge drum that will start the brutal fight.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I step to the center of the makeshift risen cage-less ring, my bulge in the traditional gear swinging from side to side, and I notice your eyes glued to it. "You like what you see, stud? Maybe you'd like to forfeit this fight, and we can move on to something more interesting..." I kind of mock you, but I know its getting you angry. I can already sense that you are losing focus on the fight, and as we get close, I open a large palm and out of nowhere, I bitchslap you to bring you back into the game. "Don't make it too easy for me." I laugh as I take a stance.

NATE RIVAS:

Your slap, which tilts my head slightly to one side, brings me back to reality better than a bucket of cold water. And it's better because what it does is further fan the flames, my fighting spirit. The reason that brought me here. Your fucking titanic body almost made me forget it, and that could have been a fatal mistake in a few minutes. "That one was on me. But there won't be a second one." I get ready, one fist forward, knees tense... and the huge mallet of another of the local sumo wrestlers bangs on the enormous drum, immediately silencing all the murmurs. No more jokes. The fight begins.

MUSCLE MARINE:

As soon as the drum beat his heard across the arena, the crowd roars... the fight is on. Out of nowhere, I spring into action while you are still taking a stance, jump and roundhouse kick you in the head before landing on my feet in a perfect fighting stance. "What was that about a second hit?"

NATE RIVAS:

The drum hasn't even stopped rumbling when another distinct buzzing sound echoes in my head. You throw me to one side, tilting my body, and I stumble a couple of steps across the ring. “Shit!” I've let my guard down again, and that's all this animal needs, just a few moments. I don't respond to your provocation, furious at myself more than at you for my mistake, and I slide my feet quickly across the clay surface to send my left flying through the air in what looks like a hook to your face, but is really just a way to camouflage my approach so I can slip under your torso and throw a right uppercut to your core.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Your fist lands on my core without me seeing it coming, distracted by your swinging leg. You recover fast, and that is impressive. Your shot at my abs from below takes me by surprise, making me fold and drop to one knee, coughing. "Not bad. I can see why you are the current prized fighter. But that does not mean I am going to spare you." I tell you as I look up at you. I reach out and snap-grab you by your bulge and pull you to me, forcing you to your knees in front of me, before headbutting you in the face.

NATE RIVAS:

AAAAGGGH!! You grab me by the crotch and force me down on my knees, just enough to bring your skull against mine and throw my head back with force. My bare ass hits the surface as I cover my face with one hand, stunned. Having seen what you're capable of, I know you're not going to waste this opportunity, so I bend my left leg and throw my heel up, aiming for your face as I stretch my body like a spring. The crowd snaps out of its surprise and starts cheering heatedly, encouraging both contenders. No matter who wins, they're going to see Western blood spilled, and that will serve as revenge for their yokozuna.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I dodge your incoming foot in the nick of time and pull back, making space between us. I smile at you as I get into a fighting position again. "That was good. Ready?" Very casual, like nothing happened.

NATE RIVAS:

You get up, leaving me space, which I take advantage of to get up quickly with a hip thrust onto both feet. Damn... I've already taken two blows to the head, damn it, how can you not be confident? I try to pull myself together and wipe the blood flowing from my lip with the back of my hand. “Yeah, very good...” I try to feign calm, but I'm not. The only thing is that it excites me like I haven't felt in years. My cock stirs under my fundoshiy and, with a sly smile, I jump to a side kick with my right to your head, which I try to follow up with another to your side without even lowering my knee, in quick succession.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I am distracted for a second, reveling in my successful attack, and I don't see you recover fast and counter with a kick... or a double kick to my head, sending me down. I land on my hands but flat on the ground, shaking my head to clear the stars. 'Woof. This guy is strong and fast. I like it.' I think to myself as I look up and see you regaining some confidence. "I like it. You are good." As I start to get up again.

NATE RIVAS:

I see you smiling from the ground, bragging and slowly getting to your feet as if nothing happened despite the double blow you just took, and I wonder for a moment if there really is any way to beat you. I dismiss the thought. “If you like how good I am, then you're going to have a great time.” Before you finish getting up, I go for you, jumping with my right knee raised and throwing it at your head at mid-height with all my momentum.

MUSCLE MARINE:

You connect that kneecap to my jaw and snap my head backwards, forcing me to tumble on my back. I am dazed for a moment, and I must admit to myself you are a good fighter. I cannot just take it for granted. I rub my jaw as I look up and see you regaining more confidence - confidence I must break very soon, if I wish to complete my mission and get paid. I pull a leg back and slam a foot to your knee, that same one that just knocked me over.

NATE RIVAS:

I lunge at you as soon as you fall with your bare ass on the surface of the ring, near the outer circle, trying to push you to the edge of the platform, when your heel digs into my knee like a metal spring, bending me forward with a groan of pain. But thanks to my momentum and the way I manage to balance my body, I fall on top of you, throwing my left fist like a column falling from the sky to crush your right thigh, digging my knuckles into your flesh as I try to grab your body with my left hand, now crouched over you.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I pull my leg back with pain in my thigh. I groan but do not let down my guard. I sit up, and slug you with a hook as you come down towards me. I slide from under you, in between your legs, and as I pass beneath you, I strike up with an uppercut to your bulge, into the fundoshi. I feel your ballsack at my knuckles...

NATE RIVAS:

I finally start to take the initiative since the fight began, positioned well to press the attack, when my eyes fly open and a silent cry of pain escapes my mouth. Your fist digs into my crotch, crushing my balls under my fundoshi. After a few moments in which time seems to stand still, I fall to one side onto the clay of the ring, clutching my balls with both hands and gritting my teeth, devastated by the pain. The men in the audience cover their faces, immediately empathizing with my suffering, and some even dare to boo you. But that doesn't help me as I writhe on my side on the surface, trying to recover. Not only are you good, but you're willing to resort to anything to win.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I watch you fall to one side, tumbling over me to the edge of the ring. I get up slowly, licking my lips, relishing in you screaming, groaning and clutching your bulge. "I was sent here to end you." I tell you, knowing only you can hear me with the screams, the cheers and the loud sound of the crowd causing like a barrier around us. I wave at you to come, get up and face me again. I drop one hand to the loinclothed bulge and rearrange my cock inside it. I know you can see how hefty it is, but still cant make out the real size and details of it.

NATE RIVAS:

The intense pain in my groin puts my whole body on alert, dragging me onto my side with my elbow to get away from you, my face contorted with pain. However, your words hit me with such force that they make me forget the agony in my testicles and overcome it. Someone wants me out of the game. I've screwed over the wrong person, one of the big shots has lost too much money because of me and now wants me out of the competition. And you are his weapon. A cold, sharp weapon that will not hesitate to use any means necessary to end my winning streak. I get up, not scared, but with even greater determination. I'm not going to fall because of some miserable mobster's whim. I get into my guard, my right leg forward and in rhythm with my arm, my cock firm under my fundoshi reaffirming my motivation. “If you want to finish me off, you're going to have to be better.” The crowd cheers and I prepare myself, with a quick kick to the lower part of your right thigh that seeks to weaken one of your most dangerous weapons.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I take a stance, waiting for you to recover, flexing my muscles for the crowd that goes crazy. Intrigued by the way you get up again, determined to put everything you got on the line after I throw those words at you, and I smile. You unleash a leg, a kick towards my thigh, and I understand your intention, trying to weaken me. Playing along, I drop to my knee, faking the pain, only giving your confidence a boost... which I will use to break you and dismantle you in a couple of seconds. "Ughhhhhhhh. You are strong. You are good." I add to the drop, studying you from the corner of my eye. There is something moving in your bulge, and I know this is getting you excited, win or lose.

NATE RIVAS:

My instep hits your leg hard and I watch with pleasure as I manage to bend you over, so that your knee touches the clay again with a groan of pain. Of course, this has happened before, I just felt this a few moments ago and ended up with my balls pulverized under your fist. So this time I'm more cautious, despite your false compliment. Instead of lunging at you, I feign a side kick with my left to your chin only to withdraw my leg, bending my knee at the last moment and completing the turn to now plant that same left leg on the ground and launch a spinning kick with my right heel, this time to your cheek. The spectators hold their breath at each tactical exchange, as we play mind games in addition to the physical confrontation.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Your foot connects hard to my head, sending me down flat to the hard clay. I hear the crowd cheering as I drop with a thud not far from where you are standing. I roll onto my back, shaking my head and see you standing over me, flexing, relishing in the success of this one attack... I smile although I was in pain - you think this is all it takes to bring down a man like me. I smile because I know what I am going to do to you... soon.

NATE RIVAS:

The audience of miserable men with no scruples but too much money roar passionately when you fall face down on the floor. Although my muscles tense with a feeling of euphoria, something in my mind remains alert and I don't let myself be carried away by the false sense of security. As you turn around, I see that something in your eyes, that hidden smile... I wait for you to get up while I get back on guard. “Come on. If you don't give it your all now, it may be too late for you later.” I say this as much as a warning as a request. I want to fight with everything I've got, win or lose. I've never wanted an easy victory, especially against someone like you. And I know you're not going to give it to me.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I pull my legs back then kick hard into your pelvis area before sliding them in between your legs and twisting to one side, taking you down hard to your knees. "I will give you more than you can take... not later... but now." I wait for you to drop towards me, your head over me to clap your ears from both sides, ringing you, making your world spin. "How is that champ? Feel it turning?"

NATE RIVAS:

I feel my kneecaps barely able to withstand your impact when, with no time to react, your legs intertwine with mine and knock me forward, where both hands await me, hitting my head on either side, like the claws of a giant crab closing in on my skull and crushing it. The trap I was expecting, and I've fallen into it. The world spins with a groan of pain from me as I try to clear my vision, not knowing exactly where you are. So I do the only thing I can do, almost blindly, at this moment. I throw my head forward like a spring and try to hit your skull with mine by surprise, taking advantage of my position above you, hoping that the pain in my head can hardly increase at this point.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I manage to clap your ears and yet you still try to drop further and headbutt me in the face. I shove your head to one side and move my head to the other, dodging your hit. I slide from under you, release my legs from yours and then wrap them around your waist and lock them behind you - my ankles cuff together at your lower back and pulls you in tighter. My knees connect to your ribs and push slowly and methodically, crushing you...

NATE RIVAS:

My skull fails to find its target amid the whirlwind of pain that is my head, and once again your pincers close around my body, this time in the form of your muscular thighs crushing my waist. NNNNGGHHH! I clench my teeth, trying to flex my abdomen to withstand the grip, tensing every muscle in my body in unison, including my cock, which thrashes beneath the fabric of the fundoshi, slapping your balls as if it wants to make them ring. I have to take advantage of the situation any way I can, so kneeling on the clay, I secure my position between your legs and begin a barrage of punches to your torso and head, slow but steady, looking for a good opening, and finally grabbing the back of your neck to land a right hook to your nose that echoes above the crowd's cries of depraved pleasure.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Your fist connects to my nose, busting it, making it bleed. But it doesn't phase me much. It rather gets me angry and more aggressive as I roll to one side, slamming your head to the clay floor. My thighs still locked around you, I give them one last tight squeeze, trying to snap a rib or two, before letting you go, opening my legs, and releasing you. I pull a foot back, and kick you in the chest away from me. As I flip to my feet, and pull back, I manage to grab one side of your fundoshi and rip it off you, unwrapping it, and exposing you.

I pull the fabric long, and use the end of it to wipe my nose, before letting it drop, part of it still hanging around you, barely covering you. I laugh, knowing you will be distracted for a bit, not knowing what to do with it.

NATE RIVAS:

I crash face-first into the clay surface after one last squeeze from your legs, and you kick me right where I must have at least a cracked rib, because the pain shoots through me like a thousand needles stabbing me in the same spot. I roll around the ring, but before getting up, I close my fist as I cover it with my body, grabbing some loose clay between my fingers... I don't realize that my cock is sticking out of what little remains of my fundoshi until I get up and the audience gasps in amazement at the enormous piece of flesh between my legs pointing at the stadium lights. I see you smiling smugly. Deluded. “If you think this is going to distract me, you don't know anything about me, you jerk.” I remember my hardest times, when I had to work as a stripper for men not unlike those gathered here today, and the times I had to break the bones of hands that tried to touch the merchandise. Hard times call for desperate measures. Like right now. I clench my fist with the dirt in my hand, keeping it hidden while the musicians beat their huge drums rhythmically and solemnly to signal the continuation of the fight.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I pull back seeing you get up, angry. Smiling at you, I grab my nose and click it in place, wiping the remaining blood with my hand and then waving at you to come towards me. "I will show you who the jerk is here." As I take a stance with my feet wide open. You notice something moving in my loincloth and I see you staring. I smile knowing that although you are playing tough, you are starting to get rattled. I need to strike and do it hard. The crowd cheering is becoming deafening and covering any sound of our hits on one another.

NATE RIVAS:

I watch your cock moving under your fundoshi, stretching the fabric to its limit, making it clear to me how much you're enjoying this, no matter how hard you try to feign indifference. It doesn't matter, I plan to turn you on even more right away. My bare feet make grooves in the surface of the ring as I slide across them, ignoring my nakedness and your provocations. I have to get this move in or it could be the end of me, and I'm not going to give that satisfaction to the bastards who sent you after me. With a quick step forward, I jump, throwing my left knee forward, straight at your stomach, while my stiff cock seems to be the hook that launches me upward. Immediately, without giving you time to cover your face, I throw my fist at it... only to open my hand at the last moment to throw the pile of loose gravel I've turned into sand directly into your eyes. If this doesn't affect you, nothing will, and that's something I'm very aware of. I don't normally use these kinds of tricks, but I see no other way to defeat an unbreakable titan like you.

MUSCLE MARINE:

The handful of debris hits my face causing me to go blind for a couple of seconds... enough for you to either pull back and recover, grab your loincloth, or to effect another attack. I pull back, covering my face, trying to wipe the sand off it. Mixing with the sweat, it quickly turns to mud, making it harder to remove. I take a step back, breathe deep and try to focus. I can still hear the crowd cheering, but I manage to cut them out, concentrating my now heightened other senses on you. I hear you moving to my back and I smile. "You think you can play tricks on me.. huh?"

NATE RIVAS:

Perfect, it worked! I say to myself. I see you struggling with the clay in your eyes, blind, and I seize the opportunity. Before you recover, I manage to get behind you, but I hit your unprotected side hard with my fist as I roll around you. A sharp crack under my knuckles tells me I've caused some kind of internal damage. Then, behind your back, I slip my arms under your armpits to try to put you in a full nelson, while my knee hits your wounded side again and again, and my cock digs into your bare ass, only the fabric of the fundoshi preventing anything else from slipping between your buttocks. “You're mine, you bastard, I'm going to send you back to where you shouldn't have come out!”

MUSCLE MARINE:

Just then, I drop my elbow backwards into your incoming knee, slamming it hard, almost shattering it. You clinging to me makes things easier for me in my blind state. I have a feel of where you are and your attacks. My side is on fire from the cracked rib you just gave me... but I fight through it. I drop my arm further after stopping your knee, slide it between us and snap grab a tight hols of your swinging balls. I squeeze brutally, feeling your whole body instantly seize.

I spin around to face you. "Get my fundoshi off me, you fucking twat." I order you as I keep that tight crushing hold on your balls.

NATE RIVAS:

I'm about to grab you from behind when I realize the fatal mistake I've made by putting myself within your reach instead of taking advantage of your blindness. Even more so when you grab my testicles in your hand and twist them, making me howl in pain and tense my whole body, so that you manage to slip out of my arms and turn to face me. So I do the only thing I can do while you order me to undress you. And that is to obey, but with a twist. Because it is my fist that hits your balls first, before tearing open your fundoshi and opening into a claw to crush what remains of them. Which is a lot, as your monstrous member shoots out of the remains of the fabric.

MUSCLE MARINE:

You try to grab my whole package... and although you manage to sting me and send a sharp pain through me, my appendage still remain too big for you to grab fully. I drop to one knee, but also force you down with me as I snap-grab you by your throat. I groan from the pain and in return, tighten the hold on your neck. I push my fingers in. "You are done. You will pay dearly. I am going to end you." Summoning some strength, I slam you down to the clay floor of the ring, rendering you almost unconscious, giving me enough time to pull away and recover from the nauseous pain lingering in my gut from the balls grab.

NATE RIVAS:

Your hand grabs my throat like a trap that has snapped shut around my neck, immediately cutting off my air supply. How can you do something like that with just one hand? What kind of man have they hired to come after me? I let go of your balls to try to save myself, but it's too late. Before I can even try to break free, you throw me by the neck with almost superhuman strength, face first onto the hard clay floor of the ring, and the world around me becomes a blur of screams, smoke, sweat, and the continuous thunderous sound of ceremonial drums. I try to pull myself together by planting both hands in the clay, but face down and semi-conscious as I am, I know deep down that there is nothing I can do.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Pushing your head down to the clay, your cheeks on the dusty floor, I lift a foot and replace my hand at your face. I stretch backwards and grab a tight hold of your ass with one hand, as my other slides down and in between your thighs to grab your balls. "You liked mine? You enjoyed feeling how big it is?" I laugh. Letting go of your ass, I grab my fundoshi and untie it completely off my waist, making it fall and freeing my monster cock fully. "You will feel it alright." I aim my hard throbbing cock-head at your ass cheeks and push in, splitting them open. My mushroom head finds your hole and pops right into its tight lips.

NATE RIVAS:

Your bare foot crushes my cheek and pushes my face into the clay, but it's not until your hands grab my cock that I come back to reality completely. I see the excited faces of the depraved suckers in front of me and realize, even without being able to look up, what is happening and what is about to happen. “N... Nooo! Let me go, you fucking bastard!” Of course, I get nothing, only the promise of your huge cock in your words. I try to clench my ass while you hold my face down against the sand, and I feel your cockhead pressing hard against my anus, forcing its way in with the same brutal force as your fists. I howl in pain as your member pushes its way through my unaccustomed ass, tearing it apart mercilessly. The drums don't stop, and I no longer know if the pounding in my head comes from them or from your cock pounding inside me.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Let you go? Hahahahaha." As I push deeper and deeper. It is not easy for anyone to take an almost 10 incher balls deep from the first time, let alone being a virgin. I laugh as I notice your ass in danger, bleeding on the sides, that hole barely able to stop the invasion. Keeping a foot on your head, I lift my torso up, and flex for the roaring crowd and the managers who paid me to break you. "You want more?" As I start fucking you, slowly pulling out only to slam back into you hard and rough. The friction is causing a burning sensation coursing through you, my length is reaching your deepest inside, coring you, and my girth is making sure your ass remains stretched, unable to close shut to stop me. The fight the audience has paid for is over, but the real fight has just begun.

NATE RIVAS:

The pain is increasingly excruciating, literally, as I can feel the blood inside my body. My fingers dig into the clay, only this time it's no trap. I clench my teeth with all my strength, still trying to stifle the scream. But it's impossible. When you thrust all 10 inches of your flesh into my anus, I scream inhumanly. The audience is in shock, but most of them are masturbating under their pants or even outside, pulling out their cocks as they watch me being humiliated. I'm sure among them is the son of a bitch who hired you to do this to me. I try to kick your thighs to get you out, desperately trying to gain some space.

MUSCLE MARINE:

And that is exactly what you get as I pull out of you violently, step back and kick you in the lower-back, away from me. The audience gasps, and you turn around, stunned a bit. "Its not over. I am just giving you yet another chance to breathe a bit." I smile, knowing it is futile for you now as I watch you quiver and tremble. As I walk around to face you now... I notice you are hard. I reach in and grab your balls tight, massaging them brutally. "Someone likes this, it seems." mocking you, getting you angry.

NATE RIVAS:

I feel your kick less than the pain of your cock coming out of my ass as if a piece of machinery had been ripped out. AAAGGH!! I scream again as blood pours out of my ass, I don't know if it's because of the pain or the feeling that something has been taken from me. I crawl across the floor on my elbows, trying to get away, while you, a giant, approach me calmly and confidently. I would almost feel less intimidated by the huge yokozuna I'm supposed to be fighting. But you fill the space around you much more than he does. You fill it with pure menace. When you grab my balls, feeling my bulging, loaded testicles, I become so enraged that I think I can fight the inevitable. So I fight fire with fire and throw my hand between your legs to grab those two sacks of flour that are the only thing pulling on the huge mast between your legs. “You don't seem to be bored either, you bastard...” I squeeze with all my strength and twist my wrist, seeking the greatest possible impact.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I throw my head back and upwards when you grab my balls. I moan loudly, and then look at you and smile. "It feels good. Massage them more. For your sake." As you pull up, grabbing my balls tightly, I spread my arms wide and clap your ears, ringing you. "Your streak is done. You are done." I bend down, grab your legs and pull them up, forcing you on your back now as I kneel in front of you, my cock brushing over your throbbing cock, sliding down to your ass crack. "You ready again now?"

NATE RIVAS:

When I think I have a chance to fight back, the smile returns to your face, as if my blows were the feeble attempts of a child to fight back. I know I've hurt you, I must have, but not enough. And when your hands close around my head again, it becomes clear. My vision blurs and I no longer know if I'm lying on top of you, on the clay of the ring... I feel my legs spread apart, perhaps pointing upwards? Everything blends together, the sound of the drums seems to echo in my head. And then again that tremendous battering ram of flesh knocking at the doors of my shattered ass, ready to finish me off and the warrior I once was.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I dont even wait for an answer from you and shove my length deep into you... in one go. Pushing, coring and drilling my way deep into you, my thick cock stretches you wide open. I can feel how tight you are... "Oh wow. You are really a virgin. You were not lying. Hahahahaha. Guess no more." As I slap your ass cheek, then the other, making them giggle around my massive shaft that is invading your chute... savagely. The crowd goes crazy as they watch you wince and try to raise your ass and buck back.

NATE RIVAS:

Once again, my virgin ass is brutally pierced. As if you've been doing this your whole life, you push your way almost into my guts, hitting them with the tip of your jackhammer. My eyes go almost blank as I scream in pain, rage, frustration... I try to arch my back and lift my legs to accommodate your cock, trying in vain to minimize the damage. But the destruction of my reputation is already done. Somewhere, in the shadows of the audience in one of the VIP boxes, the person who hired you smiles as they touch themselves lasciviously. The person of someone untouchable whose executioner's arm fulfills its function with honors in the ring.

MUSCLE MARINE:

As you try to arch your back, lifting you head up, I grab a tight handful of your hair and pull it further back. "You looking for the guy who paid me to end you? He is not here... I assure you." I keep fucking you. My other hand slides under you to find your cock and I discover how hard it is. I mock and laugh at you. "Someone is enjoying this. And here I thought I would be raping you. Can't call it rape if you are happy about it... can you?" I laugh louder.

I keep fucking hard as I feel your ass spasm around my shaft. "I will not kill you. Dont worry. But you will be walking funny for days if not weeks, you wont fight anymore, and you will not dare show your face in public anymore." I pound harder pushing all the way in until you are screaming, your voice returning.

NATE RIVAS:

I can't take it anymore. My attempts to stifle my cries of pain as much as possible are crumbling under the weight of exhaustion and the constant pounding of your mushroom head inside me. It seems to get bigger, tearing it more if that's possible. And the rhythm of the drums, the fucking incessant drums in my head that keep time with each of your thrusts, marking it more, as if my ass were a gong resonating throughout the stadium. I howl in pain, despair, and frustration. To be defeated like this, in front of all these people who had learned to respect and fear me... You're not only violating my ass, but also my dreams and hopes for the future. And yet, my cock keeps dripping pre-cum, as if this were what I was waiting for. As if I desired you.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I laugh at you, and mock you. I slap your ass that feels so hot and tight around my shaft, sending vibrations through my cock. "Hmmmm. You feel good." As I keep pounding harder and harder... and faster. I feel your ass tighten more and milk my cock. I love this sensation of a pussy fighter losing his ability to control his orgasm being fucked mercilessly. I know you are close...

NATE RIVAS:

You slap my buttocks as if I were some kind of whore. Your whore. It can't fuck me anymore, but I can't help it. I clench my teeth as my body betrays me, and finally I close my eyes to avoid both your satisfied face above me and the sight of the rich bastards in the stands masturbating to the scene. In the end, I've gone from being an undefeated champion to the object of their amusement... And yours. Until the constant pounding on my prostate does its job. With a howl between my teeth, my whole body tenses up, hugging the entire surface of your cock with the walls of my anus, as if milking it. The effect caused by my own orgasm, achieved without even touching myself other than the contact of your hand on my swollen balls. And it explodes with more than visible effects when my load shoots out over my chest and the surface of the dohyou. “NNNGHH GHAAAHH!!” Pain and pleasure are now one, and it's a feeling that's not worth fighting, just letting go. Riding it.

MUSCLE MARINE:

As you reach orgasm and start to explode all over, I pull out of you savagely, almost ripping your insides along. I stand tall over your convulsing body and hold my cock, stroking it a couple of times. I wave you up, not requesting, ordering you. "On your knees, you fucking whore." As I laugh, making my pecs bounce and my cock throb.

NATE RIVAS:

I get up slowly, at this point more out of subconscious inertia than anything else. My anus is bleeding onto the clay as it burns with pain, and my whole head throbs as if you were still crushing it or the men with the drum were hitting it directly. I manage to kneel in front of you, just a few inches from that monstrous phallus that threatens me. The weapon of my downfall. I look you in the eyes... and my pure fucking stubbornness speaks for me. “You... bastard.” Perhaps defeated, but never broken.

MUSCLE MARINE:

No sooner the words come out of your mouth that I grab your head tight, pushing my palms at your jaw joint under your ears and make it stay open. I slide my cock into your mouth, and straight down your throat. "Shut the fuck up, you twat." As I start fucking your face violently, making you choke. I tilt your head up to watch me as I fuck your brains out.

NATE RIVAS:

Rebellion always comes at a price, and in this case it's your enormous manhood brutally entering my mouth. The ultimate way to subdue me. You enter me so deeply that you make me gag, while my eyes fill with tears. I've never been in a situation like this before, and it doesn't even seem real. Reality and fiction intertwine in my head, so I let myself go as if it were a dream. And you are in control in your dreams. With both hands, I grab your buttocks, as hard and muscular as the rest of your body, and knead them between my hands, setting the pace of the blowjob, moving your hips along with my head. Conscious thought has given way to something else. And my tongue joins the party, savoring your entire shaft in all its length.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I facefuck you fast at first and then slow down... so much as to make you feel every ridge of my cock, every vein, every inch of it. I push deep into your throat and hold it there. I look down at you and smile as I see your eyes go wide, knowing you are starting to choke. I grab your head tight and keep you in place. "Goodnight... sweet bitch." I love the way you will be thrashing under me in just a second or two, sealing the end of this fight and championship.

NATE RIVAS:

I feel your rhythm change when I take control with my hands and mouth. I can barely breathe, but that doesn't stop me. If the bastard who paid for this intended to see me crawl desperately, I'm not going to grant him that privilege. No more than I already have, of course. So I let myself go, giving you the blowjob of your life even if it costs me everything. I won't be a passenger in the back seat of my own life.

MUSCLE MARINE:

But my cock sliding in and out of your mouth and throat is too much... yoo big. You start thrashing as I stretch it good. I pull out one last time and push in deep. Holding you still, my balls start rising and churning, then dump a massive load down your gut. In seconds, you are choking and I feel you slam your fists hard at my thighs, trying to force me away. No chance as I keep you still and tight, knowing that at any moment now you will get weaker, suffocate and go unconscious... without dying. Out cold just enough for me to drag your bruised and battered body back to my private suite, where I will have the time of my life really breaking you.

NATE RIVAS:

The lights inside my body go out with your orgasm, as if your gigantic discharge of warm semen extinguishes them. Soon, I am no longer aware of anything else. Not the screams of the audience, not the touch of your hands, not the feeling of suffocation from your enormous invading sex, and not the incessant drums that have marked the rhythm of my fall. Now, unconsciousness comes to drag me away from the most disastrous situation of my life. What happens next, at least when I regain consciousness, is something private that I... we can enjoy in another way. The experience of that day changed my life forever, altering my view of the world, both what I believed about myself and my abilities and my desires and longings. That night, the huge stranger opened up new horizons in my world and expanded my mind just as the trip to the East had done. My life took a turn, and I can't really blame my unexpected rival for that. Thanks to him, I became a better man, more disciplined, more educated... and more alive at the same time. But before moving on to this new stage in my life, there was a loose end that had to be tied up...

The night was cold, damp, and unpleasant in Tokyo, the most expensive area of Giza, just as it was in the poorest neighborhoods. The storm raged with equal ferocity throughout the city, without distinction. A reminder that sometimes money cannot save you. That sometimes the fury of nature strikes us all without distinction. No one, not even the richest and most powerful, is completely safe from the primitive fury of the elements when they come knocking at our door. At the top of the huge tower in the financial district, it was precisely one of those nights. With one exception. Takamura-sama had stayed in his office late, watching from his window as the little rats at his feet moved around in the storm, safe in his luxury penthouse. That was the slightest of his guilty pleasures, and the one that cost him the most. The last thing Takamura saw was the face of the man who had caused him to lose so much money in illegal fighting circles, and whose life he had ordered to be destroyed a few months earlier, as he wrung out his last breath with his own hands. Takamura's body fell lifeless to the floor of his office, suffocated in the same way that suffocation had awakened his killer's new life that night. “That night you changed my life on a whim, Takamura-san, but I didn't know it was for the better. Arigatou, bastard.” I left the building unseen. The first stage of my revenge accomplished. I return to my master, the man who changed everything over the dohyou.

THE END

Published: 2026-01-11, viewed 133 times.