Ground and Pound and Pound

My right hand comes crashing down against his closed guard. Then my left, my right again.... you get the picture.

Jack tried to struggle but even if he was a full time grappler, which he wasn't, it's not easy to move a man of my size. For 14 seconds, I rained down blows on Jack Richter. First his guard, then for the last three seconds his face. When my left hand connected with his Jaw, I saw the lights go out in his eyes.

When I saw that I stood up and stepped back from my opponent. The count began, but once again all I heard was the blood pounding in both heads. My trunks were visibly strained, so I was gracious enough to relieve them of their awesome burden. By the time I was standing nude and erect, the count had ended.

"And your winner, by KNOCKOUT!!! AAAAAAAAAJJJAAAAAAAAXXX!"

The cage roof flew upwards and the walls dropped. I was revealed to the crow in my nude splendor. The crowd was silent but faces looked fit to explode. They were ready to see their god in action.

My head turned as I surveyed the crowd, before I took a step towards the slowly rousing form of Jack Richter. When he looked up, and our eyes met, I could see a defiance that reminded me of Taanvi before I crushed him, but even stronger. Taanvi had suffered the shame of defeat at the hands of the Roman Explosion. Jack Richter had fancied himself somewhat of a hotshot young dick out in Australia, on a sizable bareknuckle winning streak. Unfortunately that winning streak and his good looks landed him under my thumb. Or more precisely, with my admirable cock dangling inches from his face.

"I was impressed you didn't limit anal off of your punishments. I was worried I might have to settle for a mediocre blowjob and light humiliation." I firmly gripped him by the bicep and dragged him to his feet before rudely shoving him into the throngs of audience members.

He sheepishly looked around at them, covering his manhood. All in attendance looked upon him hungrily, but the wolves had no right to this morsel. Until the victor was finished with their prize or the audience leaves, the victor keeps their claim.

I gripped Jack around the waist and pulled him into my lap as I took an audience member's chair. He sat on my massive leg, my stiff cock resting against his thigh. My fingers curled through his hair, and I bring his face close to mine and tightly gripped his ass with my hand.

"Why didn't you disagree to it jack? You saw my fights, you knew who I was and what I do, you knew if you lost that I would be claiming your ass." My grip on his cheek tightened as I pressed his head to my chest and began to squeeze him against my body. I felt him shift and struggle at first but he settled into my brutal embrace, an embrace that just barely left him conscious, his breathe growing ragged until I finally relent. When I do I see his cock had begun to swell.

"You wanted me, didn't you? The moment you saw my body, saw what I could do, you wanted me."

He refused to meet me eyes now, but I felt his hands tighten on my back. I turned his head up, our eyes met for a moment, and then our lips met. It was a tender, gentle kiss.... at first. Jack knew my reputation, and that's why he agreed to this. If he won, it was a payday and my body as his reward. Now that he has lost, he receives a smaller payday as a reward, and my body as his punishment. And I intended to punish.

I began to lean forcefully into the kiss, until I separated from him and dumped him off my lap onto the floor. He had a bewildered expression until I renewed my grasp on his hair and dragged his face to press against my raging erection. He seemed mesmerized, and even a little frightened of my dick. Maybe he hadn't been pressed up against one before. Well he's gonna be doing a lot more than pressing against it tonight.

I smacked his cheek with my cock before positioning his mouth at the tip, and releasing my grip on his hair. "Well, boy, you wanted this fight. You wanted this cock. Show me what you wanted to do with it.

My dick was throbbing before him, a drop of precum forming. At first he shut his mouth and shrank, and then he tentatively stuck out his tongue, inching closer, until the drop of precum made contact. His look went from horror, to confusion, and when I saw confusion hit his eyes is when he began to lick me with a bit more spirit. Before long he was licking up and down the length of my shaft, before nuzzling under my balls while I lounged like a king.

"Well don't leave the rest unattended, boy." He reached out a hand and began stroking up and down my pole, slick with his saliva, and then he returned his mouth to my tip, which he stuck in his mouth. His technique wasn't perfect but he seemed so excited, like a thirsty man finally allowed to drink clean water. I'll give him all he can handle and more.

"Stand up bitch." He extracted my dick from his mouth with a wet pop, and stood to his feet. I myself stood, exchanged places with my Golden Youth, and bent him over the chair. His ass looked absolutely delicious.

I put my face between his cheeks and went to work, rimming him in an exploratory manner to get him used to the sensation of a tongue on his asshole, before I began to really dig in. He was soon moaning weakly, his dick standing at attention between his legs. I reached between his legs began to stroke him, like I was milking a cow. Before long I felt him tense around my tongue, and he began shooting his load onto the chair. I stood, gripped the back of his neck, and put his face into the puddle he had made. "Clean it up, now." He began to lick the cum up while I stood, and lined up my cock with his now loosened asshole. I chuckled and asked the crowd, "Anybody bring my new toy any lube?"

A half dozen hands shot up as high end bottles of lube were produced. I gestured for one female audience member, particularly red in the face and squirming slightly as she stood, to bring the lube. As she approached I brought her in for a whisper.

"You like the show?" I say to her with my signature smile.

"Yes." She said in a nervous but husky tone.

"Would you like to be a part of it?"

Her eyes lit up. Even more nervous now, "Yes".

I slowly brought her in for a kiss, slow and passionate, without moving my cock from it's place nestled between Richter's cheeks. When I withdrew, a I asked her to oblige me by administering the lube, and she was thorough. She worked the lube over every inch of my shaft before applying a liberal dose to her fingers, and inserting them into Jack's waiting asshole. When all was prepared, the finale could begin.

"Jack, I know you want me to fuck you. But I want you beg me for it."

I hear Jack vaguely mumble, as he swayed his hips slightly.

"I'm sorry Jack, a bit louder for the audience."

He mumbled slightly louder, and moved his ass a little more.

"Jack please, the audience really wants to see me split you in half now."

"PLEASE FUCK ME! STICK YOUR COCK IN MY ASS UNTIL YOU CUM IN MY BRAIN!" he yelled, now grinding against my crotch. I didn't need to hear it again.

I sank into him, first the head popping inside eliciting a Yelp from jack, then I steadily went deeper, and deeper, until I was maybe a third of the way down my shaft. Jack was now moaning loudly, his previously deflated dick rousing back to attention. I withdrew the couple of inches, before diving back deeper, and then again deeper, until our balls were colliding gently with each long, slow, exquisite thrust. His ass was warm and wanting, and so tight. I could finally claim his beauty for my own. As I basked in the warmth of this moment, I remembered the crowd was there. I leaned in to whisper into Jack's ear. "Now the real show begins".

I resume thrusting, at first slow, then faster and faster, I could finally let me lust free. Jack's arms were shaking as he tried to support himself on the chair, until he couldn't any longer and his face was just pressed against the remnants of the cum he didn't clean. When I saw this I grabbed his hair and pulled him back. "STAND AT ATTENTION WHEN I'M FUCKING YOU!"

He attempted to straighten his back but the pummeling was proving a lot. I lift one of his legs up, now exposing his dick as it flopped uselessly due to the rough buggering he was now receiving. In this pose I fucked him for what felt like an eternity, savoring the feeling of this tight young twink, until his ass tightened around me once more, and I knew he was gonna cum. I redouble my efforts, the sounds of flesh on flesh reaching a crescendo, until we both reach our climax. His is fired towards the audience, landing partially on the floor and partially on the dress of the woman who was kind enough to assist me. My cum is firmly buried in the now deflowered Golden Youth's bowels. I withdraw my cock, and leave Jack a sweaty, cum filled wreck. Looks like this is another strong win for the books.

With this, my record came to be 3-0, my undefined status would be lifted with one more win, and I could join the elite group of Omega. But my next fight isn't going to be easy.