Taunts and Offers

My body still lifeless on the canvas, quivering as the orgasm continues coursing through my KO’ed body. I don’t notice Tibor coming over to talk to Peter.

Tibor: Why don’t you just throw in his towel now punk, you know it’s only gonna get worse for him.

Peter: You fucking cheaters!

Tibor: I don’t see any ref boy. You’re just pissed you picked a weak sack of shit for your mentor.

Peter knew rules hadn’t been broken, but he still couldn’t believe how bad I lost that round. Tibor noticed he was uncomfortable and looked him up and down, then reached forward and grabbed Peters cock. He slowly got close to his face and smiled wide.

Tibor: You’re fucking hard as a rock. Did you like watching your daddy get his ass kicked?

They stare are each other a bit. Peter swallows hard and nods yes.

Tibor: What was your favorite part?

Peter: When you made him scream.

Peter’s breathing starts to get heavy as Tibor polishes his helmet through his trunks

Tibor: You wanna watch me rip his Marine ass open with my big Russian cock?

Peter let out a low moan, closed his eyes tight and nodded again.

Peter: Y-Y-Yes

Tibor: You want me to kick his ass again and make him my bottom bitch?

Peter: Yes sir.

Tibor: Ask nicely boy.

Peter: Please, please kick my daddy’s ass and fuck him like a little bitch.

Tibor lets go, walked over to me, and gave me a few lights taps to my face. I started to come around, turning over and crawling to my corner. I tucked my cock back into my trunks and pulled myself up by the ropes, unaware my boy wanted me to lose. They gave me a few minutes to catch my breath, but I could feel the bruises on my body. The milking was intense and I could feel my energy drained. This was going to be a tough round.