THE HIGH TABLE

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MATEO MORENO:

A big guy once mentioned to me, after seeing my hip movements and a few capoeira spins, that I could be a good professional fighter. I got excited about it and started training under the guidance of the best coaches, and in a few months, just over a year, I became pretty good. I started winning matches and making money at the same time. So dancing and fighting are my great passions. And men, tough, violent, brutal men. And it would be even better if these two things came together in one package, fighting and rough men, which would be the best possible situation I could imagine. It may sound strange, but such coincidences are not too common, and usually one of these two things is lacking.

So it was no wonder that I was excited about my new acquaintance, a man who, in some strange way, radiated fierce sexuality and raw power. He had just been released from prison, I'm not quite sure what he had been convicted of, and was now starting his new life as a civilian. He was easy to talk to, and I have to admit that he was damn good at fucking me to exhaustion, which is no surprise because he has one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen, if not the biggest. I know I'm weird, but what can I do? I enjoy every moment with him, like tonight, when he's coming to watch one of my fights at our fight club. "MAX, glad you could make it!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"MATEO..." As I reach out and grab your hand to shake it. I pull you to me, and plant a kiss on your lips. "What is this place? Weird place for another date..." This is our third month anniversary with this hot salsero I met after being released from the hell hole that fucking asshole Alex put me in. After leaving me to rot, an inch of my life - humiliated, broken, fucking raped... I had to endure all and everything one can think of trapped within four concrete walls with a bunch of other ruthless merciless inmates.

But with my marine background, nothing could stop me. Pain is simply temporary - its all in the mind. I picked myself up, set things straight on track and rebuilt everything. I worked out. I fought. I got into the best shape of my life and waited, brooding, for the day I would step out into freedom and hunt down the guy who took everything from me... and then some.

And now, finally free, I was dating the best and hottest looking guy ever - a model dancer who has now turned to fighting after someone convinced him of it. If he fights as good as he dances, he would be unstoppable. He looks so hot in and out of his clothes - I have seen those rounded ripped bulging muscles of his, tanned and smooth up close and personal. And I have also seen the way they make the girls swoon and drool when we walk down the street... and even make some of them cream themselves and need their jealous boyfriends or husbands to carry them away.

MATEO MORENO:

I definitely feel like the luckiest man in town to have a marine soldier by my side. And I wasn't shy about showing it to others. I didn't mind at all if people talked about us or stared at us on the street when I squeezed her butt or stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to kiss her. Everyone knows what I'm like, horny when I wake up, horny all day long, and horny when I go to bed, if I can manage to sleep with that man by my side. I know he loves me because I'm the only man who can take his huge cock all the way into my mouth and kiss his balls at the same time. He loves that. And I love his cock. It's my cock, and I'll kill anyone who dares to even think about taking it away from me.

And if anyone dares to do so, they'll have to face me in a no-holds-barred fight, where in the best case scenario, they'll be carried away in disgrace, barely alive or in a body bag. No one touches my property.

I'll jump on your neck and kiss you while all the fighters, coaches, and other staff in the club watch—jealous, of course. "I have an important match coming up, you'll stay and watch it, won't you?" I beg like a little boy, wrapping my fingers around yours and pulling you closer by your arm. "I would be proud if you, a Marine soldier, were to watch my most important match."

 "Please stay, say yes."

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Ok. Fine. Ill stay." I see the wide smile and those pearly white teeth. Fuck, that same smile that usually wets most pants, girls or guys. "But you know I dont approve of this..." I smack your ass as you turn around and leave to the changing rooms and I make my way down to the arena. I take a seat front row. The place smells of sweat, old blood and cum. This is not a place for the faint of heart - people come here to die. 'I really hope he knows what he is doing.' My thoughts are cut short when the announcer shouts the name of Mateo's opponent - a hot ripped black stud with a well built muscular shiny build walks out all confident.

MATEO MORENO:

I have really difficulties to turn my face back to the ring and focus on the imminent fight that is going to take place any moment. There is no ref. This is all life or death where the stronger one will survive and get paid quite well. But I am confident. Max is there watching me, giving me that mental support I need. The fight is on. The crowd gets silence.

Opposite me stands a man who is slightly shorter than me but clearly more muscular. We circle each other at first, until he launches an attack with right and left hooks, followed by a knee kick to my abs. I dodge the punches and partially block the knee strike by raising my own knee, which strikes his thigh, immobilizing him for a moment. He stumble, and I manage to land a punch to his temple. The dark-skinned guy staggers but continue to fight. The next fifteen minutes are spent exchanging blows and kicks. My lip is hit and bleeds a little. In my rage, I strike him in the solar plexus and he bends over just enough for my roundhouse kick to hit him in the temple. Two blows to the same spot are too much, and the man falls on his back. I turn to look at you at the edge of the ring and smile. You are clearly pleased with what you see. I place my foot on my opponent's throat and look at you again, as if asking for your approval. My dick is stiff in my green compression shorts, a wet patch spreading across the tip. You nod. I kick the man in the Adam's apple, driving it into his throat. His body twitches uncontrollably for a moment as a thin trickle of blood flows from the corner of his mouth. Thick white cream seeps through the thin fabric of my compression shorts as I watch my opponent die beneath me. I turn my head back toward you and send you a flying kiss. I am the champion!

MUSCLE MARINE:

I smile, then chuckle silently. You have won, and you look so hot. 'Champion... not yet. You got a long way to go - the tournament, it seems has just begun.' But I know tonight, back at your place, things are gonna get quite wild. And as expected, the raunchiest, hottest, bed-breaking sex we are having. I love the way your ass takes my whole length, balls deep. And with each thrust, I hear you moan like a lamv to slaughter. It just drives me and makes me fuck you harder as I feel your ass tighten around the base. I moan along with you before exploding and coating your insides... "Your reward for winning today. Hope you fight as well in two days..."

MATEO MORENO:

"If the reward is the same as today I will make sure I win all my fights". I cannot hide the happiness from my voice as you finally pull out your giant cock from my leaking ass. I roll on my side next to you to recover my breathing as I watch your ripped body getting up from the bed to go and have a shower.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"But if you fight every time lime you did today... I mean you were good, but not the best. You are lucky the guy was weak and inexperienced." My tone both encouraging and laced with mockery. I sound over-confident with what I am saying... and maybe because I am. I smile as I walk away to the bathroom. I notice you uneasy on the bed, although I know it was the best fuck youve had in years.

MATEO MORENO:

"I am the best. I am the champion and I will show it to you, make you believe in me", I say to myself as I hear you having the shower. "You will see I am the best". I decide to forget your mocking words at the moment and think something nicer: the dildo I asked few days ago from a net shop. I open the page to check out my order when something is paying my attention. "WHAT IS THIS? I KNOW THIS COCK.. THIS IS MAX´S COCK". I check out all details of the dildo, the veins, the slight curve, that massive mushroom cock head.. There´s no doubt. He has sold the mold of his cock to share with the whole world? I don´t like this, I don´t like this at all!

MUSCLE MARINE:

I finish my shower and return to the room, dick swinging as I look for my briefs. Looking at you, I feel something weird in your look, but I ignore it as I tell you that I need to go. "See you soon. Hopefully before your fight..." I smile as I leave you sprawled on the bed, still exhausted. But again, something is suddenly different. Being someone who doesnt concern himself much with emotions, I dismiss the thought and make my way out.

MATEO MORENO:

With the I-pad in my hand I rush to you and grab you by your arm pulling you back to the room. "You don´t go anywhere before you explain my this!", I push the screen of the device almost against your face displaying the huge human like dildo in it. "What is this? You sold the the copyright to your dick? And don´t try to explain this is not your cock. I know it probably better than you do yourself! ". Before I let you to answer anything I give you a hard bitch slap and send a blow into your gut. "Nice man, well done! Where the fuck I need you if I can buy your cock from any shop like thousands of other clients all over the world! Are you happy for that?". I raise my hand to slap your face again.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I am taken aback, taking your slap and blow to my unexpecting gut. I pull back, and drop onto a single armchair in the room, surprised by your reaction. "What the...?" As I snap grab your hand as you raise it again and strike it. I wrap my fingers around your wrist and squeeze tight. "Explain what? Never seen this. Have no idea what you are talking about."

MATEO MORENO:

"Come on! Don´t try that with me. It is your cock, can´t you see!! What else are you hiding from me? You gave the mold of you ass too, is that it?", I hit my knee between your legs.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I stop your unexpected knee, just an inch away from my bulge. "Hey. That's not nice. Relax. I have no idea what that is or how that came to be. I promise." I shove you back a bit. "You either have to believe me or..." I stretch my arms in front of me to keep you at a distance. I look at the screen, and realize you are right... 'This is my cock. The same thing. How? Who could have done it...?' I am confused and angry now - not only for having you get mouthy with me, but also to be in this predicament of having one of my most valuable asset now in commercial production. I don't even know what to think... 'Could it be? Nah..." I dismiss the idea, when I see you get angrier and flustered in front of me.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"I swear Mateo. I have no idea what this is all about. Where did you find it? How? What does it say? Give me the iPad to see better." I try to reach for it but you throw it backwards onto the bed. I pull back, stunned when I see you really mad now.

MATEO MORENO: "Don't play dumb, idiot. Now I understand everything, EVERYTHING! You're involved in all this, aren't you? You're only with me to mock me, to make me fail in the tournament. Admit it, you asshole!" The veins in my neck and temples bulge with rage. "DILDO'S CAVALIER BY CAVA COMPANIES! Fucking hell, I should have figured this out. Cava Companies is the tournament's main financial backer, its owner... and your dick is their best seller." I clench my fist and step right up to you. "What? You're fucking that big asshole? Are you his toy boy? Cava´s SLUT!" My fist sinks into your gut.

MUSCLE MARINE: As your fist slams into my abs, I tighten them instinctively. "Mateo. Don't go there. I am no one's slut. And Cava? Who the fuck is Cava?" I watch you pull back. "Listen, I don't want to disappoint you. But you really don't want to fight me. You think you are good enough... but you were lucky that fighter today was weak. You won't make it past the next fight. And if you keep this attitude, you might not make it past me..." I threaten.

MATEO MORENO:

"Who the fuck is Cava?", I try to imitate your voice with a clear mocking tone in it. "As you didn´t know who is Cava. The big muscle guy. Your boss, ALEX CAVA. The owner of the circuit and this fucking sex toy industry. If you don´t know who is Cava how the hell can he has your cock? Explain me that, traitor!". I pause and look at your face. "And talking about attitude, I SHOW YOU SOME ATTITUDE!". I spin around and aim a high kick aimed into your Adam´s apple.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I stop your incoming foot abruptly, locking my thick fingers around your ankle. "ALEX?" I look at you, shocked. "THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE." I twist your leg slowly. "Think of it, you fucking twat. I just got out of jail four months ago... How can I know anything about him. The last time I saw the guy was almost two years ago when he fucking ambushed me in jail." I shove you back by your leg, lift mine and slam it to your other knee, making you crumble to the floor.

MATEO MORENO:

"See! I knew that. YOU KNOW HIM!", I scream as I slowly get back onto my feet again. "You had plenty of time to plan it all in the jail, plan your business. But why me? I thought you love me". I can´t see you well anymore as my vision is covered by rage and fury. I surge on your, spearing my broad shoulder into your abs, pushing you until you hit the mirrored wardrobe door behind your back. "I will fucking kill you for that". My fists are hammering your sides trying to break your ribs.

MUSCLE MARINE:

As you slam me to the inbuilt closet in the wall, with the mirrored door, the glass shatters. I lift my knee into your chest and strike you, forcing you off and back away from me. As you straight up, I attack you with a hard fist to your chest, to your solar plexus. I watch you choke as you back away. "I just explained that he ambushed me. I have nothing to do with him. I am rather looking for him. And you just gave me a lead." I step closer to you, and aim a fist to your throat, at your Adam's apple. "I did love you, but you threw that away. I told you not to try fighting me." As you choke, you drop towards me... I side-step and grab your head under my armpit, locking my arm tight around your neck.

MATEO MORENO:

Trying to pull me head free from you tight grip I feel the warm taste of blood filling my mouth, slowly running down from my mouth as my windpipe is getting filled making it all the time more and more difficult to breathe. The thick blood is running into my stomach as my strength is waning. My fists are trying to reach your sides, your thighs, anything I can reach to make you to release me from your deadly hold. "Let me free"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"I'll make you free alright." As I pull my arms up, flexing them around your neck. You are a bit taller than me, so keeping you locked tight, I spin around, step back onto the bed, spread my legs wide open and squat just a bit. I tighten my hold, bringing your head closer to my side, and in a swift tug, I lift up. Your opposing body weight makes it hard for your neck to resist the pull and there is a loud crack that fills the room meaning only one thing... as I see your body shake, quiver; your arms stop fighting and drop limp. I look back and just see you drooling blood on the bed. I look around and notice you have left a trail of blood all over the carpeting of the large room.

MATEO MORENO:

My punches are not strong enough to make any damage, you don´t even seem to react to them at all. My strengths are running out, I get fast weaker and weaker finding myself in this uncomfortable position, bleeding outside and inside, coughing. My struggling is interrupted by this loud bang, dry cracking sound that I will never find out what caused it.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I release the hold and drop Mateo's body with a huge thud. "Poor pathetic bitch." As I bend down over him, slide my hand on his naked exposed ass, pass a finger in his crack and feel it wet, still wet from the good fuck I gave him an hour earlier. "Shame. What a waste." I grab the iPad laying on the bed now, and scroll through the website he was taunting me with. So, someone out there was indeed selling a replica of my cock. I look at it as I rub my bulge sitting down, legs spread in my loose sweat-pants. 'Mateo is right somehow. With this out on the market, I would become obsolete, and useless. But who could have done it. Who was able to get to my... NO... And take a print of.... COULD IT BE?' My mind goes blank for a moment, silence... And as if I am in a daze, a flashback to that night of hell in the jail's gym. But the images are blurred, confused, mangled up...

I quickly finish dressing up, pulling on a tight tank top, and a leather jacket, and head on out... to that excuse of a club where in the back labyrinth, that illegal tournament was being held. Walking up to one of the managers, I tell them the tragic "story" of what happened to Mateo and that he won't be competing anymore. "I will take his place. I wanna fight." It take a bit of convincing and soon, the votes are in, and they sign me up against Mateo's next opponent as scheduled in two days. I am to show up and be ready not only to fight, but put on a show...

 'Oh... A SHOW they will get.' I think to myself. I need to get to the bottom of things, and find out who is behind ruining my life...

OFFICER BOLT:

I didn't need to use my undercover moles to get the information, because news traveled at the speed of light in these circles. Brazilian Mateo Moreno had withdrawn from his next fight. The news was quite surprising, as he had started the tournament with a strong performance and was considered by many to be the favorite. In my opinion, that was an exaggeration; the boy had just been lucky and would hardly have survived many more matches.

The most surprising news, however, was that a new fighter, a former marine, had been quickly brought in to replace him. "A marine?" Perhaps it was instinct or something else that caught my attention. I know that many former soldiers seek out these circles where they can use the skills they have learned and make easy money by killing a few men. I was told that the man was a former prisoner, Max. "MAX?" My internal alarm bells started ringing. "Could it be the same Max...?" I asked to see his file, and when I opened the folder, I saw his picture. "Bingo!"

My serious face smiled sarcastically inside; I would expose his intentions in front of everyone and get a nice reward for it, earning points in Cava's eyes. There was only one problem: Dennix had been agreed as Mateo Moreno's opponent, so Marine would face Dennix in the arena cage.

 At least for now.

DENNIX:

What? Are you serious? Are you bulshitting me?" I laughed loudly into the phone. "What do you want to bet that fucking kid got scared when he saw who he was about to face. I bet he shit his pants. Well, he'd better get lost and leave this stuff to real men!" My new opponent was apparently some complete stranger who was probably just trying his luck. I'll wash the mat with his blood and send him back where he came from in a body bag. Just to be on the safe side, though, I thought it would be better to know something about my new challenger and his weaknesses. My buddy Bolt, a former guard and current cop I knew from my prison days, had access to this information. After a short phone call, he agreed to bring the information I requested to the locker room well before the start of the match. "Fuck, I'm going to be a big name in these circles. "DENNIX THE CHAMPION! "

MUSCLE MARINE:

I arrive to the Arena two days later, the day of the fight, to find a lot of commotion. Guess the news of Mateo pulling out has not only travelled fast and wide, but has shook the whole circuit. And now, it seemed as if there was a target on me - the guy replacing the up-and-coming favorited contender. I look around and all eyes are on me - I mean, I am a looker I wont shy away from that... but it feels more. Good thing no one knows what happened to Mateo yet... or does someone know? That thought slices through me as I walk past a hot looking guy in a police uniform on my way to the lockerroom. I dont recognize bim, barely having time to make his features out, but he is big, and looks tough, filling his clothes tightly...

OFFICER BOLT:

It was easy to lure Dennix in, to get him to show up well before the match started by promising him sensitive, critical information about the Marine soldier, information about his weaknesses, information that would make it easier to destroy him. I knew for sure that Dennix would not be able to resist the opportunity and would arrive with his dick half-hard from anticipation. People had already gathered on the spectator side. Dennix  arrived with a red face. I couldn't hide my smile... my sly smile.

DENNIX:

I put my gear bag down on the bench and grab Bolt by the arm. He smiles in a way that makes me sigh with relief. So the Marine soldier has a weak spot after all. "What is it? Tell me, you son of a bitch. What is it?"

OFFICER BOLT:

"We'd better step aside. I don't want anyone to hear this, but don't worry. You can be sure that the marine won't get out of the arena cage alive. I promise you that. I give you my word." I can see how my words calm you down. "Come to the restroom stall and I'll tell you everything."

DENNIX:

I don´t think twice but follow you in to one of those booths and lock the door behind me. "Tell me all! What is it ? His gut, right? They look ripped but he is weaker than he pretends?".

OFFICER BOLT:

I wrap my arm around your neck familiarly and pull your head closer to my lips as if to whisper something important in your ear. "Marine has one weakness, just like many men, maybe even you!" I laugh sarcastically as your body stiffens....

DENNIX:

Your hand is dominant, strong, and determined, and I finally give in to its power. "What the fuck, Bolt? Do you want me to give you a blowjob or what?" I hiss as my head bends toward the toilet seat.

OFFICER BOLT:

I don't answer you, but continue to bend your head closer to the toilet until I get it in and your face is submerged below the waterline. You struggle with all your might as you finally realize what my real intention is. I push your head deeper into the filthy toilet seat and slide my free hand between your legs from behind. Your small but firm balls are easy to find as my fingers squeeze around them, starting to crush them in my fist as I push your head deeper under the water.

DENNIX:

I struggle with all my mighty trying to hit my elbows into your side and thighs but you have no reactions. Then I feel how your strong fingers are squeezing around my nuts, squeezing slowly the life out of them. I scream and fill my lungs with a dirty water of the toilet.

OFFICER BOLT:

Ramming my knee hard into your lower back I make sure you keep your head down as I feel your struggle finally dying when you the water enters into your lungs. You keep writhing for ten - fifteen seconds more until you stay eventually limp, your head still buried under the water level. I let you there for few minutes more and slowly pull you out to see you are dead. Your eyes are bulging from your eye sockets, your mouth wide open. I smirk. The marine is mine.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I walk past my opponent's lockerroom door, and hear some noices, a ruckus, but dont give it much attention. I look at the guy's poster and smile. He must be a veteran of the arena and he probably getting a pump in before our fight... as if that will help him. I dont intend to kill him. I will need each guy I meet in here alive, so I can investigate, question and get further in my quest. I need to find out who is behind all this... and the name CAVA sounds familiar. Could Alex really be behind all this like Mateo said?

I get to my room, open the door and the smell of Mateo wafts in my face - that familiar musk I have been living with for the past three months.... but now no more. It makes my cock stir in my pants. Stripping in the private room, I quickly slip into a hot pair of black compression shorts and boots. As I turn around and catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, I smile. "You look hot. Like always." I talk to myself right before the red light over my door flashes, signaling me to head to the arena.

OFFICER BOLT:

The red light and the alarm is telling me that it´s the time Dennix should enter into the arena. I pull him up and make him sit on the toilet seat as if he was having the most severe diarrhea of his life as I pull off my uniform and replace them with the red compression shorts of Dennix. They are a bit too small for me making my bulge looking bigger, more marked as usual. "Not bad, could distract that faggot marine guy", I smirk to my reflection as I rush out from the room.

The guy from the organizing team is surprised to see me getting out from the room of Dennix but telling him Dennix is in deep shit, literally, he just nods and show me the way to enter into the arena. You are already there, looking arrogant, cocky, so fucking confident. Just as I hoped. I enter into the cage and stop in front of you. "Max? So good to see you again, for the last time I am afraid. You might not remember me but I do remember you. "

MUSCLE MARINE:

I look at you quizzically as you enter the cage. You are not the guy from the poster, and you talk to me like you know me and I should know you. "Who are you? And where is Dennix?" As I look around a bit confused but not losing focus as the cage door gets shut and then locked. Another thing grabbing my attention are those hot tight red shorts on you that look like they dont belong to you.

OFFICER BOLT:

"You look confused, marine. Almost exactly the same as in the jail gym that day, remember?", I burst laughing as I spread my legs wide open raising my arms on the level of my waist as I strike my fighting stance. "So Max, boy.. ready to have the fight of your life? The last one?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

My eyes widen when you mention the jail. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?" I stiffen, my body tensing and flexing almost instinctively. Images flash through my m

ind trying to place your face somewhere in the munbo jumbo of ideas, memories of that brutal episode. "You were... you are the... you?..." That only fuels my anger and my stance tightens instantly. I am ready.

OFFICER BOLT:

"Yes, I am the one. The same guard who gave you some entertainment to your otherwise so boring days. The same guy who arranged your private fun session with Alex. But tonight there´s no Alex, you are all mine", I laugh loud as I swing around and aim a hard kick into your gut.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Taking me utterly by surprise, you strike while I am still confused. My side on fire, I swallow the pain and pull back, filled with rage now. 'This is the guy who let those inmates after my brutal ambush by Alex. He is the corrupt one in that jail... and now he is here.' I think to myself. Snapped back to reality as your kick lands in my midsection, sending me hard into the cage iron wall. 'And he is strong too...' I drop to one knee, looking up at you as you bounce proudly.

OFFICER BOLT:

A sarcastic smile spreads across my face when I see you fall to your knee. "What? You're not as strong as you thought? Didn't prison toughen you up?" I taunt you. "I have to admit I'm a little surprised you made it, that you survived at all, with all those men satisfying their needs with you. Big Black Brad's deep treatment must have broken you too," I laugh maliciously as I step in front of you and grab you by the hair, holding your head in place while I rub my thick bulge against your face. "There's nothing hotter than seeing a Marine sucking cock and begging for mercy." I raise my knee to slam it into your chin with force.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I block the knee, and strike up my fist into your bulge, forcing you back in pain. "Brad sends his greetings from hell." As I get up slowly. But I still cant help admire the fucking hot body you got. In jail I never had the chance to see you out of the uniform. "So. You are the rotten cop... and you work for Alex?" Trying to gather information which am sure you are the type of arrogant cocky guy who will spill eventually. It is what fuels you... to feel like you are the one dominating.

OFFICER BOLT:

Your sudden counterattack makes me wince in pain, even though I try my best to hide it from you. Stumbling back I straighten my back I try to pretend your blow didn't hurt me at all. "Alex? You remember him, don´t you?", I laugh loud. "If I work for him? You could say so. My job is to make sure scumbags like you stay out of his way. To eliminate them. And you, tough marine, you are no exception". As you get back on your feet, I rush at you, lowering my shoulders slightly. They slam into your chest as I spear you against the metal netting of the cage, lifting my knee to hook it and slam it into your ripped abs.

MUSCLE MARINE:

You are fast, skilled and strong, slamming me hard to the iron grid and conencting your knee to my unexpected gut, giving me no time to flex or stop you. You grind that knee in my abs, as if trying to tenderize them. I slam my two palms to your chest and shove you back before dropping on my ass on the side of the cage, coughing, groaning. "My fight was supposed to be with Dennix. Where is he? What have you done to him?"

OFFICER BOLT:

"Dennix? Oh, he got a bit sick and needed to have a session with the toilet seat, if you know what I mean". I snap my neck and fingers as I approach you again. You're easier than I thought, all I need is just a few minutes and you'll be taken care of. Getting once more closer to you I grab you by your hair lifting your head up as I aim my knee into your throat.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I stop your incoming knee - that move is predictable when you grab my head. I reach out trying to grab your bulge in return, but instead of going for them, I reach up and grab the waistband of your tight golden shorts, and swing you into the metal wall next to us. I get to my feet, jump and roundhouse kick you in the temple with my boots. "I will show you how easy I am..."

OFFICER BOLT:

My mouth drops open in surprise as my tight shorts press my thick balls tightly against my body and before I have time to react I find myself dazed on the ground watching you towering me. It might take a bit longer than I thought to take you down but I am not in any rush. Taking support from the cage walls, I slowly rise to my feet and pretend to be almost incapacitated when suddenly, without warning, I pay you back with your own medicine and spin around, aiming a high kick at your face.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Your unexpected kick snaps my head to one side, drawing blood from my mouth, making me spit. "Oooompppffffff." As I pull back, away from you. You are one tough opponent. I must be careful. I shake my head from the stars, and take a stance again.

OFFICER BOLT:

There is no doubt you have learned to take punches and hits like a man when you get back into fighting position after my kick. But I know it's only a matter of time before I finally get to break your neck. I don´t give you time to recover as I strike a series of right and left punches straight at your ripped abs, trying to soften them into a flabby mass.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I tighten my core and your fists land with loud thuds at the beginning, but soon start to have some effect, and I need to pull back. "You are good. My turn?" As I brush your next shot at my bricks aside and launch my fist into your upper-abs, right at the solar plexus.

OFFICER BOLT:

After all my blows I get a bit exhausted but feel your body slowly softening when all of the sudden the look on your face changes. I have no time to protect my exposed gut or block your coming fist when it lands on my solar plexus dropping me down to my knees immediately. I cough and gag for air, trying to calm down my uncontrolled breathing. I lift up my arm towards you trying to keep the safe distance until I have a chance to recover from your devastating blow. "You will pay dearly for this".

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Am sure I will. Hahahahaha." As I jump back and try to flex my core. "But not before you pay your dues." I jump back towards you, and roundhouse kick you in the head again. It is my turn to make you spit some blood, watching your head snap to one side. I pull back again and squat in a fighting stance. "Am gonna do to you what Alex did to me... and more." Taunting you.

OFFICER BOLT:

I land on my ass, dizzy, feeling the taste of blood in my mouth. You might be a tough marine soldier but I have taken tougher and bigger guys down and keep them there. You don´t look surprised when I jump up to my feet again watching you being ready to continue. On the other hand I can understand you since Alex left you in quite bad state last time. But you will see I am not an angel either. With a loud roar I rush forward and try to impale your gut with my head as I send my knee between your legs.

MUSCLE MARINE:

As you connect your knee to my balls, I wrap my arms around your thigh and twist my body, flipping you and slamming you hard to the canvas of the cage. I intertwine my legs with yours and throw myself back, applying pressure to your now taught leg. But I cant hold it for too long with you bucking and my bulge on fire. I let go and spinning on my back, I send another kick to your head... again.

OFFICER BOLT:

I won't trip over the same stone twice, not me. This time I am ready and manage to pull out just enough to snap a grab of your coming leg. My hand wraps around your shin lifting your leg higher than you we planning exposing thatt giant bulge between your legs "Boys loved your manhood so much and I think I will like it too". I send my knee up and this time reach the target squarely feeling your nuts getting flattened between my knee cap and your pelvic bone. The expression on your face is worth of your weight in gold.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I wail and scream in pain as your knee drives into my balls hard, smashing them. I feel like vomiting as I fold in two and contort on the cage floor. I kick and try to land a hard foot to your shin in return to force you away. I hold my bulge tight and nurse it as I hear you taunting me while getting to your feet again.

OFFICER BOLT:

There is nothing as satisfying as seeing a strike land as intended and cause serious destruction. That is exactly how I feel to see you down. Even your stupid counter attack was useless, weak, nothing that could have cause any harm. "Hurts pussy? Hope you liked it since more is coming!". As you turn your head to look at me I send a ruthless soccer kick into your chest, trying to fuck up your sternum.

MUSCLE MARINE:

The kick lands hard, sending me back into the cage wall again. 'The fuck is happening? Is he really that strong or am I losing it?' And then I remember what you have done along with what Alex did to me... and lately, how Mateo treated me, accusing me of being a traitor. And all that fuels my rage. I flip onto my knees and hands. I grunt, breathe in deep, flex my muscles and slowly get up. I am in pain and bruises start to show on me, my abs mostly and chest. But I fight through it.

I get up and take a stance. Waving you over, I spit at you... "That's all you got?"

OFFICER BOLT:

 I know that look on your face. You pretend to act like a tough guy who is not affected, not ready to give up. I know it´s all a bluff and won´t let you to affect me in any way. "I told you, you pathetic loser, I have more for you, more you could ever even dream". My face gets serious as I wrap my arm behind your neck and send a hard headbutt into you handsome face while I send my knee into your darkened abs. This should seel your destiny.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Taking your headbutt that puts me in yet another daze, I dont see your knee coming and it breaks through my tight flexed abs. I sink to my knees again. I cough and pant, groaning from the pain. "You will lose, eventually." I reach out, although I cant see well yet, and grab you by your shorts. I tug them, pulling you towards me and slam my head into your lower abs, your pelvis. As you get closer, I strike up and connect a nice hard fist to your bulge before collapsing on my back on the floor. I look up and see you in pain, pulling back.

OFFICER BOLT:

"I must not let the guard down! What a stupid mistake from me", say to myself as I pull back nursing my nuts and rubbing my burning abs. But to see you going down to your back brings the nasty grin back to my face. You might have get lucky for a moment but my blow seems to have done some serious damage there. "Get up pathetic pussy. Fight like a man!", I scream from the bottom of my lungs. But I have no intentions to let you get up. As soon as you lift your head up from the canvas I rush you sending a penalty kick into your temple. This will soon to be over!

MUSCLE MARINE:

Snapping my head to one side, almost snapping my jaw out of its socket. I taste blood in my mouth and spit to one side a large gob. I flip to my knees and hands, panting, in pain as I see your feet spinning around me. I look up and see you smile. "This is not gonna end well..." as I pull back, steady myself to the cage wall and get up.

OFFICER BOLT:

 "You are coming down!", I think to myself seeing your exhausted body against the cage wall. All I need is one or two precise blows and it will be all over for you Alex will be so happy to see the dead body of the bruised marine. With a loud scream, like an ancient warrior, I rush to you sending a devastating, brutal kick into your bulge, a kick that would rupture your marine balls for good!

MUSCLE MARINE:

I concentrate, humming in my mind to block out all the noise, the cheers and the sounds around me as I watch you move towards me. Breathing in deeply, I ready myself to defend, taking a stance. As you launch that leg towards me, and precisely towards my groin... something in me snaps, clicks and anger rushes through me. I slam a hard open palm to your kneecap, stopping it sbort, in mid attack in the air. I clamp my fingers tightly around it and tug viciously at it. There is a loud crunching sound as the cartillage breaks from its place, rendering your leg instantly limp from the knee down.

I let go and slam that same palm to your chest sending you reeling back in pain. "Enough with those cheap tricks. I warned you before... now no more." As I flex and get back into a stance, ready again.

OFFICER BOLT:

I already see you down in my plans and this kick will just confirm, end this fight, seal your destiny when all of the sudden I hear a cracking sound. The pain comes instantly after it. I don´t have time to scream or cry when your palm lands on my chest, striking my sternum hard. I fall down to the canvas on my ass watching you towering me, ready and back in fighting stance. I try to get up but I feel dizzy and my chest is burning, my breathing is difficult. I stand up on one leg and I don´t know how but I manage to surge on you sending a strong chop into your neck. "You will die now!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I dont even bother side-stepping out of the way to dodge your incoming shot to my throat. Although you are fast, the effort it took you to shift your weight onto your good leg and launch yourself was enough to make slow enough for me to just bend to the side and have your fist glide and slice through the air next to me. I ball up my fist and connect it hard into your gut as our bodies collide side by side, our obliques rubbing at each other. Your head right next to mine, I whisper in your ear... "You will join Dennix before me, and you can send him my regret of not facing him in battle." As my fist grinds deeper into your midsection, rattling your spine from the inside...

OFFICER BOLT:

Your blow sinks deep, causing more damage than your previous blow. My body bends, collapsing on top of you as I cough up blood, my legs giving way beneath me. I wrap my arms around your body trying to stay upright, but slowly begin to slide toward the canvas on my knees. I stare at your huge bulge in fron of my face as I make one last attempt to turn the tables and strike my forehead into your balls with my remaining strength.

MUSCLE MARINE:

You sting headbutt me in the balls and I howl, dropping over you. But I come down with an elbow to your upperback, towards your nape, sending you flat onto the cage's floor. I step over you and to the other side, holding my balls, nursing them. "You fucking cheap shot. You kill my opponent to fight me, you defending a fucking criminal and you fight dirty to win." I then smile, flashing a wide grin. "I love it. It makes killing you more pleasurable." As I cough and breathe in deep, flexing and taking yet another stance...

OFFICER BOLT:

I hear something crack in my neck as I slam onto my stomach on the canvas and feel you on top of me. I know I'm badly outnumbered, but I'm not going to give up, even if I let you believe that I am. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, I move my hands backward, trying to get a firm grip on your ankles. If I succeed, I'll be able to make you stagger and maybe fall to the ground, which might allow me to turn the fight around in my favor.

MUSCLE MARINE:

You, in fact, grab my ankle. But I smile, slam my other foot next to the one you are holding, lock your hand tight, and looking down at you, into your eyes, threatening to twist and snap it. "You sure about that?" Giving you the chance to actually let go and change tactics, although ultimately, it will not change the end result.

OFFICER BOLT:

I know my possibilities are almost null but I am a cop, I am an experienced fighter and I won´t give up even I die in try. I ball my free hand into fist and punch your ankle with all my mighty hoping to cause damage to your ankle. "I will never surrender"

MUSCLE MARINE:

I was not expecting the other hand to strike so fast, and I scream in pain. I feel you lock your grip on my ankle more. But to my advantage, that keeps your extended arm stretched out under me as a target. Dropping from the pain, I make sure my knee lands square on your taught elbow, causing it to snap violently against its natural angle. "Don't you fucking learn? I am not your ordinary opponent. And I am not here to have fun. I am on a mission." But it seems you are in pain and cannot hear me talking alone.

OFFICER BOLT:

I heard the loud cracking sound when the new pain hit my body as you snapped my elbow, breaking something and dislocating it. What I can´t hear are your words from my screaming as I writhe under your body trying to struggle free of your hold. I know I have lost the game and spit on your leg. "Fuck you marine!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Tsk Tsk Tsk. That's not nice." I wave a finger in front of your eyes as I smile. I get up, spin and kick you in the shoulder as you get up, sending you onto your back. I stand over you, one foot on each side. "But if you so wish... I can fuck you. And you will like it. Since you enjoyed what Alex did to me, maybe I show you why he did that to me..."

OFFICER BOLT:

Memories flood my mind of those moments in the prison gym when Alex and the other prisoners satisfied their sadistic needs with your body, drilling deep into your ass, raping you repeatedly. I swallow hard, I have to get out of here, I prefer you kill me rather than go through any of that. "You can fuck your mother but keep your hands away of me!". I try to aim my bruised foot between your legs.

MUSCLE MARINE:

A simple twist of my hips, turn my body to one side and drop my knee to your gut is enough to stop your futile attack and pin you down hard. I land my kneecap hard into your gut, grinding at your abs. "You are going nowhere. And the only one here getting fucked is YOU." As I reach down, and grab your bulge in those tight golden shorts. I squeeze tight to watch you wince. "Everything about you is a lie... fake... even those shorts are not yours... right?" I tighten more and tug a bit. "But I will give you something you can keep..."

OFFICER BOLT:

I know there´s not much I can do to help myself. I am squirming like a worm in your tight grip of my balls. Your words are threatening, I know they don´t promise anything good. I can be a horny nasty fucker, sex maniac, but one thing I am proud of is that I am virgin. No toy, man or finger have ever entered inside me. And as long it´s up to me I will keep it that way. Even I got killed. "FUCK YOU FAGGOT".

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Hahahahaha. Spoken like a true loser..." I squeeze your balls tighter, almost crushing them. My other hand snap-grabs you by your throat and squeezes, though not as hard as the one on your bulge. I push two fingers into your neck, at the carotid for better grip. Getting off you, and pulling up, I get you to your feet, and then lift you off the floor and up high, in a gorilla press, showing you how strong I really am, keeping you still although you are trying to fight free. I smile, looking up at you, and lick my lips...

OFFICER BOLT:

An involuntary cry of pain escapes my lips as you squeeze my balls ever tighter. My traitorous cock stiffens in my too small shorts, my cock head popping out of the leg and dripping precum as you lift me high above your head. This really doesn't look good for me. The crowd goes wild watching us, some of them rubbing their bulges and many of them jerking off in the front row without any hesitation. I try to reach your eyes with my hands, to rake your face, but your tight grip on my neck and my manhood make my attempts ineffective, futile. "Let me down from here, you hear me. You've won, you don't need to prove anything more," I begin to beg.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"I don't? Are you begging for mercy?" I look up with a devilish grin, squeezing your balls and neck more. "Is that what you offered me when you and that fucking asshole Alex hung me up, used me and left me almost to die in that hell hole?" I walk around the cage, the crowd's cheers slowly die down.

OFFICER BOLT:

Suddenly, the sounds around us fade away and the spotlights focus on us. I know that the moment of truth has arrived. Only my body twitches involuntarily from the force of your grip as I prepare for the worst. "Do it, you bastard, do it if you're a man, kill me!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Kill you? Hahahaha." Looking up at you. "Nah. Not just yet. Am gonna let you experience what your friend did to me..." As I bring you down hard on my extended knee, slamming your lower back on my thigh and forcing you down from both sides, arching you. Then roll you on the floor, sure that you barely can move now as you lay face down. I walk around you in the cage, rubbing my tight black compression short, making my cock grow, and the crowd sees it... massive.

OFFICER BOLT:

The pain strikes my back with the force of a freight train hitting the wall of a wooden shed. Judging by the loud crack, something probably broke when my back bent to the extreme after the powerful blow against your thigh. My scream turns into a hoarse groan as I try in vain to wriggle on the floor, finally collapsing powerlessly against it. The crowd gasps in amazement and astonishment. They probably have seen something bigger than the ordinary, I swallow deep as  I close my eyes and clench my buttocks tightly together, trying to defend myself from the intruder. "Have mercy. I am not like Cava, I am only in his service, please!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Mercy? You asking for mercy? The same mercy you showed me when I was having my ass invaded by the inmates... some trying crazy shit on me...? You ever been fisted... Officer Bolt?" I laugh as I use my foot to roll you onto your face down again when you try to turn to look at me. I drop with one knee on your back, pinning you down. I slap your ass hard, leaving a red mark, a welt on it. "This ass does look fresh and untouched... A virgin, huh?"

OFFICER BOLT:

"Yes, I am virgin, please respect that. I can understand you kill me but please, please save my ass from humiliation. I had no idea what would happen in that room Cava was a king there. He had power, there was nothing I could do to stop him. Please believe me. He is watching us even now probably, he is everywhere. Please, just kill me. Have mercy!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

 And before you can finish your ranting, your pleas or your negotiation... giving me some info... I spin, straddle your hamstrings, and aim my throbbing cock that I had pulled from my shorts while you are begging, and plunge it into your tight hole, stretching your ass wide open. The only way with a virgin, is to go hard, like ripping a band-aid... except you are drilling in. I push and pop your cherry, making your ass bleed...

OFFICER BOLT:

I scream again, louder than ever, and not because you break my inner walls with your giant cock but because of the humiliation. Not only the crowd will be the witness to see how you take my virginity but also Cava, Alex Cava.. who is probably jerking off seeing how you rape me brutally. "PLEASE KILL ME".

MUSCLE MARINE:

I laugh as you beg for the easy way out of this situation. Plunging my massive tool into your tight never-touched-by-anything-or-anyone hole, I feel it tighten first involuntarily around my shaft and then you pushing more and trying to stop me. I laugh as my hot cock slices through you like a hot knife in butter. "Relax stud. The more you fight it, the more it is going to hurt... a lot." I try to reason with you, mockingly as I invade your tunnel more and more, inch after inch, slowly spreading you wide open. I don't care who is around us, or who is watching, although in the back of my mind I think, if it is true what you are saying about Alex, then its a good warning to him, a preview of what is coming to him. And it is at that thought that things start getting off track, as I feel the anger build up again fast, and, mercilessly, I start pounding your ass hard; pulling out violently, just to the tip and then slamming back in even harder...

OFFICER BOLT:

Your cock is like a blade, a sword that cuts, tears, and breaks everything in its path as it thrusts into every corner of my insides. The warm, wet feeling tells me that I am bleeding, but the worst and most humiliating thing is to feel my own dick hardening under my abdominal muscles every time the head of your cock hits my prostate. Your rhythm quickens and becomes more violent with every thrust, crushing my prostate into a shapeless mass, and finally, my cock shoots a huge load of thick cum between my abs and your thighs. I just hope you didn't notice, but judging by the audience's laughter, my hope is probably in vain.

MUSCLE MARINE:

As I go down hard on you, drilling your hole deep, I pause for a second, whispering in your ear... "You enjoying this? Made you cum?" Asking thetorically, making it clear that I know what happened down there. I laugh and continue my pounding brutality of your hole. I slide my legs between yours and shove them wide open, apart, making your hole more accessible in a way, but tightening it on the other hand as your ass bunches up, increasing now the pleasure I am feeling. I moan into your ears as I begin to quicken the pace, bloodying your ass.

OFFICER BOLT:

I can no longer even respond to you, partly because of my shame, but mainly because my voice is almost completely gone. Your cock pounds my insides into a shapeless mush, tearing everything around it and taking away my last ounce of strength. My body no longer responds to your deadly thrusts, which invade my insides deeper and deeper. The only sign that I am still alive is my quiet sobbing and the slight trembling of my body as I collapse against the canvas, exhausted and defeated, resigned to my fate. "Please, kill me," I whisper as I cough up some blood from my mouth.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I bring my head closer to yours; "Not before you answer some questions." I pull back up, and out of you. Grabbing your legs, I twist them, and flip you over, slamming you back onto the canvas, face up. Spreading your legs wide open, I slide myself in between your thighs more and push my cock back into your now loose ass. "You are gonna tell me some things, and you better play honest." As I grab your good arm by the hand, and slide my fingers in between your fingers.

OFFICER BOLT:

There is not much I can do to help myself exept try to adapt on your moves. My ass hardly feels anything anymore when you thrust your cock into my devastated flesh staring at your face. "Fucking hell, he will interrogate me", I say to myself as I try to focus on your face with my blurry vision. "Sir, anything, anything, but don´t hurt me more".

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Where is Alex now?" As I grab one finger with my free hand, keeping my hand interlocked with your digits, keeping them separated.

OFFICER BOLT:

You don´t make circles with your questions but hit right the target. "Alex? Most probably watching us at his desk, laughing at you, stroking his big cock and preparing your funeral. Or what did you think asshole?", I suddenly recover my brave sounding attitude as I spit on you. "And if you think you are done with me, just prepare yourself marine pussy, more guys are waiting for their turn to take you down".

MUSCLE MARINE:

I snap your finger without warning. "I said where is Alex? What has he planned? And tell me about his business... the dildo... it's mine, right? That was the game back in jail?" I blurt out everything, as I see your eyes grow wide like I knew more than what I am supposed to. I grab the second finger while you scream from the pain of the first one.

OFFICER BOLT:

I scream as loud as I barely still can as I feel the second finger in your tight grip. "No need to do that, please", I start to beg again. "Alex, yes he made a big business with your cock, took a mold of it and is now selling dildo´s that are exactly as your cock. He didn´t only abuse you, he made millionaire with your cock", I start to laugh like a maniac "Where is he? He is at his desk, 2 floors lower, in his bunker, in his safe room, watching you to die". I send a bloody spit on you. "If I were you I would run while you still have legs".

MUSCLE MARINE:

Without warning again, rage fueling me, I twist my hand with my fingers intertwined with yours and not only break your digits, but snap your wrist. "You fucking bastards." Your arms still locked and stretched taught, I snap my fist to the elbow and break it. "You want to die? I will give it to you..." I start fucking you harder, making your insides bleed now. I pull your head up, arching your already aching back and bring you forward, folding you. Your abs bunch as I force your head slowly to your cock... As you take your cock in your mouth, forcefully, I pull my cock out of my ass and slam it deep into your throat, along side yours. I feel you choke under me and I laugh. "Death by choking? Drowning? Or snapped?"

OFFICER BOLT:

I don´t know how, but somehow I recover my voice as I start to scream feeling my wrist getting broken. Something is happening in you, something is differently. You are controlled by something powerful that makes me afraid. If I wanted to die before has changed now, knowing my death won´t be anything fast, anything easy. My back in stretched at it´s limits, my spine close to snap. I have never been folded this tight in my life, not even those years when I was younger and wanted to suck my own cock. And this it exactly what is happening. My own cock enters into my mouth and before I can understand what just happened your veiny, thick cock enters next to mine blocking my airflow totally. I hear your words but and understand my situation. I wonder what is Alex doing right now. Probably jerking.

MUSCLE MARINE:

But I still feel you resisting, and I can't have that. I chuckle as suddenly I let you go and you slump back to the floor, spread out. I watch you pant and moan. "Something is not right..." Smiling, I ball up my two fists and slam them fast and unexpectedly into your sides - instantly cracking a rib on each side. "That should do it." Hearing the clean snap of the bones. I reach in again, grab you by your hair and pull you up, and this time, you fold better towards your cock, taking it better, deeper into your mouth.

OFFICER BOLT:

I would scream if I only could when one of my ribs perforates my lung and the other one, who knows what but that is the least of my worries. Our cocks enter even deeper in my windpipe, stretching it from inside, blocking my airflow completely. Your balls on jaw and on my upper lip blocking my nostrils make my body shake and vibe softly as my vision gets darker.

MUSCLE MARINE:

Just before I feel you black out, I pull out, let you breathe. You understand I am toying with you and I see the fear register in your eyes. I smile and tell you... "Give me Alex's hideout, and I will let you live." But as I am saying that, I see the worried look on your face since you don't have that information. Even worse than that, it seems you are getting close to your orgasm, as i see your balls pulling up, churning. I pull out of your mouth, and plunge back into your ass, keeping you folded. I fuck you harder and harder, bringing you faster to the edge.

OFFICER BOLT:

Finally can get some air into my lungs but that doesn´t mean you will save my life. Your cock enters into once more into my destroyed ass breaking it more , hammering what ever there is left of my prostate. "I will tell you all...", I mumble against my own cock thinking I could invent something, lie to you when my cock starts to throb in my mouth. My body shaking, trembling in the impossible position, folded painfully, and then getting tense as I explode in my own mouth. Perhaps a kinky dream of many men but in my situation there´s nothing hot in it, except the warm load that fills my throat.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I still have my tight grip on your head as I feel you shake and explode in your mouth. "Yes. You could tell me all... And lie to save your life..." I smile down at you as I see your eyes widen with fear. Pulling out of you, I lift you violently onto your knee, broken or not, and placing you in front of me, I shove my cock into your mouth, replacing your pathetic shriveling own. I push my cock down your throat, hold still for a couple of seconds and release a massive load down your gut. My muscles tense, and ripple, and the crowd goes wild again... only for a couple of seconds. As when I pull halfway out of your mouth, I grab your head tight, and in a swift jerk move, I snap your neck to one side and then the other... violently... and drop your lifeless body to the floor. "But I already have everything I need."

OFFICER BOLT:

I do my best trying to swallow your load that fills my throat and mouth together with your giant cock. Mission impossible in many ways. Some of your cum is leaking out from the corner of my mouth when you pull out part of your cock out. For a moment, for a short instant, a hope gets back. Maybe you are saving my life at the end but when my eyes meet yours I am certain that won´t happen. You thrust your cock back and take a firm hold of my head twisting it suddenly. The sharp pain hits my neck, my throat tightens receiving one huge cum load from you. It all happens in less than a second when all goe....

MUSCLE MARINE:

I pull my cock out and watch you drop as I walk up to the cage door, and seeing still locked... I jump, grabbing the top of the cage and climb over. I stand at the top of it and flex for the crowd before jumping right next to the guy rushing to open the door, followed by two medics into the cage. "Its no use. You need a coroner instead." As I walk back to the locker-rooms to shower, and leave for the night.

*****

PEPE PRADO:

A few men mysteriously disappeared from our circles, which ensured that my position was strengthened and my ranking rose rapidly. In just a few months, I had achieved the status of a trusted fighter in Mr. Cava's eyes by eliminating fighters who were considered dangerous and brutal. Even among my colleagues, I was looked up to, and I'm pretty sure many men shit their pants when they heard they would be facing me in the cage. Tonight, I had another fight ahead of me. Some unknown Brazilian guy was supposed to face me if he survived his previous fights, but the poor guy must have gotten scared when he saw my name on the list, because he disappeared without saying a word. "Fucking cowards, I hate them."

The siren sounded, signaling that the previous fight had ended and that it would be my turn in an hour, once the cage had been cleaned of sperm, blood, and who knows what other filth. Cava himself was not usually seen there; at least, I had never seen him watching a fight.

I asked my colleagues in the locker room about this, and they laughed and said that Cava did watch everything, but usually through a camera. "Doesn't he ever want to check the material himself?" I asked the smiling maintenance man who had been involved in the circle from the beginning.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I make my way to the locker-room area, to Mateo's private changing room - the same room we walked in the first time he brought me here. It is now mine for the rest of the tournament. The room, however, didn't have the walls fully insulated; a little gap at the top let the air circulate, and thus you could hear and communicate across, from room to room. I overheard the conversation and casually chipped in, sure that no one will know who I am or even care... just yet at least. "They say he controls everything from his safe-room or office a couple of floors under this arena... Is that even true?" I ask, playing my innocent card.

PEPE PRADO:

We keep on talking as I casually reply to your comment thinking you are just some new meat in these circles, and don't pay attention to you . "That's true, but only a few have been there or even know where it is. You see, Mr. Cava is very selective about who he lets near him. I happen to be one of those few. Anyway why are you so interested in that? Who are you?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Who am I? I believe your next opponent." I laugh a bit. "Would be hot to see Cava walk in on us. Or maybe see where he hides." I push your buttons, knowing you don't know what I look like, or who I am.

PEPE PRADO:

"I might be the only one here knowing where is his safe room but you should torture me to tell it to you. My next opponent, you say? You should be quite good to get me in front of you, to face me in the cage. Not many guys here able to get that far. What makes you think you could be one of them?". I turn to look back but don´t see anyone there. "Hey pussy, show me your face if you have balls".

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Pussy? Wow. Big words..." I chuckle.

"You say, just a few? And you are one of them?" A moment of silence, and then... "And who else?"

PEPE PRADO:

"Big words from a big guy!", my voice clearly annoyed. "Yeah, just few have been there or know the place. Me and 2 others; A Brazilian guy and another one, why do you want to know?". I stand up trying to find out where your voice is coming from.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Its interesting that such a strong man with all this empire, would hide like a mole underground." Mocking your boss.

PEPE PRADO:

"Come on, shut the fuck up. You know nothing about him. This is his empire and he is controlling all, even you!". Now have balls and show your face.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"An empire he built at the expense of others?" As I lay back on my bench, relaxing before my next fight.

"What a fucking leach..."

PEPE PRADO:

My veins on my temple and neck are bulging from anger. "Maybe so but that only shows how good he is. He made a fortune, empire with his brain. Something you don´t seem to have."

 "Listen big mouth, have balls and face me in the cage. I'll turn you into fucking mincemeat!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"You will? Is that a promise?" I chuckle as I rub my bulge thinking of it. "You getting me hard here, stop it... Hehehehe."

PEPE PRADO:

Your words are really annoying me, making me furious, making me blow my fist into the wall. "Be careful what you wish. It would be your last match ever". I try to calm down and sit on the chair but my blood is boiling. If I only knew who is this cocky guy...

MUSCLE MARINE:

The wall shakes behind me, and I jump to the opposite wall. "Wow. Is that you? Damn... you are strong." I laugh. "Now you scaring me." My words ring through you mockingly.

PEPE PRADO:

"You better be scared cause if you and I ever meet in the cage out there you will be removed out in a body bag! You get me fucking scary faggot? You are a dead man, you hear me! I will find out who you are and end your miserable life. Run while you still can!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Run? I don't run from anything. I am here... on the hunt... for a CAVA..."

PEPE PRADO:

"Cava? What the fuck? You won´t get anywhere close to him without facing me first. Only over my dead body! You hear me!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"You must have heard what happened to Mateo..." And silence falls after my words.

PEPE PRADO:

"Mateo? He did run away? Didn´t he?"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"You could join him... and find out. Will only have one last of you, right? You are three?"

PEPE PRADO:

"Three, yes but you obviously can´t count until three. Mateo might have got scared and run away but that won´t happen with me. And there is still a third guy, smart ass"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Two down... one to go..."

PEPE PRADO:

"You still can´t count. I am perfectly well. Not down! And if you have balls to face me you will see that yourself. Pussy! - But can promise you one thing: YOU ARE A DEAD MAN!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"I meant you... two... down... Hahahahahahaha."

I get off the bench, execute a couple of squats, stretching a bit... pulling on my tight black compression shorts again. "You ready?"

PEPE PRADO:

I stand up and hit my fist against the wall again, making it tumble. "I was born ready, ready to kill you asshole"

The bell rings telling it´s my turn to enter into the cage. "But you need to wait for your turn. I have real men to face before you". Last look in the mirror.. and I head up towards the cage.

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Careful. Walls don't hit back. Hahahaha." I laugh a guttural one through the wall, and I hear you walk out and slam your door...

PEPE PRADO:

"What a fucking idiot," I kick the hallway walls as I arrive at the cage, the guy's last words still fresh in my mind, but then I pull myself together and try to put on a poker face as the spotlights soon focus on me. I step inside the cage and rub my bulge in my signature style, raising my arms high to greet the audience. They know me and they love me.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I see you on the tv screen hanging in the locker-room area as I wait for the announcer to call me out to the arena. Your display of pure arrogance is quite a turn on, especially knowing that it won't last. I smile as you flex your muscular body to the audience and calling me names, telling them how you are gonna destroy me. And that bulge grab... making the audience roar. 'Wow. A real-crowd favorite. Interesting.' I think to myself, just as one of the organizers standing next to me punches my arm and tells me how good you are, a real show-master, and how 'The Boss' loves him. The smile on my face turns into a devilish grin. "Does he now. He is close to him?" And before he can answer me, I hear my name and start walking out.

PEPE PRADO:

Then the spotlights turn toward the cage in the hallway when I see you for the first time. I look at a guy who seems to be about my size, probably an inexperienced amateur who's after easy money. When the audience sees you, they fall silent. "Fucking mean guys," I think to myself, "they don't even want to welcome an unknown challenger. I jump up and down with excitement. "Don't be afraid, this will be over soon," I boast to you.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I walk into the arena and make my way to the cage to an almost dead silent crowd. They have just seen me, earlier, kill a guy... 'Do I scare them?' I think to myself... 'Good'. As I watch you bounce and wave at the crowd, enticing them to cheer me on, I smile. "Yes it will." I say to you before arriving to the cage. As I walk in now... "So, you are Pepe. You are Cava's right hand?" Taunting you with my words, but keeping very calm and collected - knowing and feeling the fire inside you burn wildly.

PEPE PRADO:

There is something familiar in you when I stare at you and listen to your words. "Cava´s right hand? - Yes, you could say so. But how the fuck you know about that? Who the hell are you?". On that precise moment I realize I have heard your voice before. "It´s you! The arrogant guy from the locker rooms! Right? I will fucking kill you for what you said". I see the red led light on the cameras turning on, knowing Alex is watching me. This is my moment to show him he can count on me. "Bring it on then, pussy!"

MUSCLE MARINE:

"Pussy?" I chuckle. "Nice choice of words. Been a while I didn't have a good tight one to fuck." I mock you, grabbing my bulge and rubbing it a bit. I bounce my pecs as I peel off my sweater-hoodie, revealing my ripped upper-body. The crowd already knows it - they have seen it in action... but not you. "And yes. That is me... from the locker-rooms."

ALEX CAVA: My eyes widen to the size of saucers, and I stop jerking off when I realize who Pepe's opponent is. "No way! How is this even possible? MAX!" I'm already about to press the red stop button on my control panel to cancel the match, but a wicked smile appears on my lips and I lean back in my chair, continuing to jerk off my throbbing cock. "This will be something special. Best stroke in months."

PEPE PRADO:

Suddenly you are for me like a red rag to an enraged bull, I don´t plan my move, all I want is to take you down, and once I have you squirming on the canvas, end your life brutally. I know Alex is watching, just the idea of that makes my cock growing in my tight shorts. I lunge on you and aim a hard blow into your chest following my left hook approaching your jawline.

MUSCLE MARINE:

I must admit the punch to my chest was a vicious one, but not one hard or strong enough to take me out, flexing instinctively my pecs and abs to absorb the power of it. But as you follow it closely with a hook to my jaw, trying to snap my head, I counter with a hook of mine. Twisting my torso to one side, taking your hit, I counter with my fist straight into your mandible from the side, with almost like a sudden click as your movement stops all of a sudden. A trickle of blood spills from the corner of your lips, and your eyes roll over. My arm is pumped and rippling with power, veins popping, and the grin on my face is no sign of mercy, as I straighten up while you drop to your knees, and I reach out and grab a tight hold of your hair... the little you have.

PEPE PRADO:

Just as I thought I took you out with my first blow you manage to recover somehow and send just ONE HIT, one simple hook that lands on my mandible with such force I drop on my knees. I am dazed, I am fucking dizzy when I feel you grabbing my short hair, keeping my torso up. I lift my arms up, ready to strike you back but my vision is blurry. I aim blows into air hoping to reach any part of your body.

PEPE PRADO:

Despite of my state I open my eyes, seeing your huge bulge in front of my eyes, and far from us that crowd that first went so quiet and then, almost in few seconds, all those guys started to scream your name. "MARINE! MARINE! MARINE!...." I know Alex is watching this and the fact of that is pushing me to try more, to try to send a blow into your bulge. If I only knew where it is...."

MUSCLE MARINE:

A tight hold of your head... I side-step, bend the knees a bit, and spread my legs. My bulge is on display as I feel my cock stir in my tight compression shorts. I am so turned on right now, pumped full of adrenaline, I can feel the power coursing through my veins that pump up in my arms. I know that bitch excuse of a man, Cava is watching, and I will put on a show for him - a show that will make him quiver and regret that day he put me through hell. As I think of him, I pull my arm as far back as possible, flexing it hard and taught. My tight grip on your head makes it hard for you to even turn to face me now... And with a loud roar, I release my battering ram of an arm to your jaw. In a swift, brutal, hard blow, I connect my fist to your head, and there is a loud crack heard in the cage and outside of it, as your head snaps to one side and returns almost instantly. But this time, your eyes are glazed, empty, a bigger gob of blood goes flying from your slacked jaw before I let go of your head and let you slump down... dead on the cage floor. The crowd instantly goes dead silent again as I raise my arms in victory, roaring more, and flexing my muscled upper-body, making my pecs bounce slightly and my abs tighten more.

ALEX CAVA:

My cock swells, my body bends into an unnatural position as I push my hips forward, continuing to stroke my hard cock and spurting a huge load up to the ceiling of my room. Goddamn it. The match lasted exactly 46 seconds until it was all over. Max broke the neck of the man who was supposed to be one of the toughest fighters on my team. "I want him back," was the short voice message I sent to someone, a mutual friend of Max and me.

MUSCLE MARINE:

As I look down at the dead body on the floor, and see it convulse involuntarily - muscle contracting after a sudden shock... I notice the whole arena goes silent. You could hear a pin drop. But as I raise my arms to flex, and enjoy my victory - the quickest fight ever... - the silence is broken by a loud slow, rhythmic clapping... and then an even louder laugh that sends chills down my spine. The sound is coming from behind me - in the arena, but not in the cage. I cringe, and tense, flex... 'I know this voice.' I think to myself as I ball up my fists. 'But that's impossible. It cannot be...' I am almost paralyzed, unable to even turn to see. As the clapping stops, I take a deep breath, summon the courage and strength and turn around... My jaw drops, and the color on my faces washes away. "It is... YOU"

Published: 2026-02-26, viewed 107 times.