The Cage Fight - Part Three

By Tustin

...continued from Part Two

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Without waiting for Bill’s response, Joe calmly said, “You are one of the four. I selected you. The other three women are coming over here now. Two of you will be on the red team, two of you will be on the blue team. You need to select whether you want to be presented to Blue or Red.”

Bill tried to protest, but a large man pulled up a chair next to him, and without saying a word put a hand heavily on his shoulder.

I looked up at the cage, and both men were standing less than 20 feet from me. They both had perfect bodies, hard and lean, with great abs and tight curved butts. But Red had better legs, and had the cutest wavy blonde hair. Between the two, I would rather he get to keep his balls. “Red,” I said confidently. “Red is my man.”

“Good choice,” Joe said. “He looked at the other three girls, who were now standing by the table. “Who else wants Red,” he asked. A petite blonde girl raised her hand. “OK, you sit here by Sarah, and you two sit there.”

“If Red wins he will choose between you two,” Joe said while pointing at me and the blonde girl. “And if Blue wins he will choose between you two,” he said motioning at the other two girls.

“So, Bill, who will you be cheering for?” I asked. “If Red wins you might have to watch him take me!” I said with a little too much excitement in my voice.

Before he could answer, Joe jumped in, “Bill, I know from experience that the best thing that could happen to you is for Red to win and for him to select Sarah. Red will be all about satisfying himself, and after he’s done, Sarah here will be ready to rumble. After she cleans up, she will screw you all night long with an intensity you have never experienced before.”

Bill smiled very weakly. “Ok,” he said. “I will cheer for Red. I’m not a fan of ‘blue-balls,’ so I guess I want to see the red ones walk out of the cage.”

We all smiled at the bad pun. The smiles faded, however, as the lights dimmed on the crowd and the spotlights glared to turn the cage into a surreal futuristic battleground.

The announcer’s system blared again, “Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to a fight to the ultimate and total domination. Two men walked into the cage. One man and one eunuch will exit. As always, one man is in red, and one man is in blue. Please lock the cage.”

With that, one of the girls in a green vest pulled the cage door shut. It creaked heavily under its own weight, and slammed loudly against the cage frame. She engaged the clasp, and secured it with a large paddle lock.

The announcer continued, “Sharpen the knife and position the tools.” One of the girls retrieved the small yellow tool box from its shelf outside the cage, and took it to a man next to the announcer. The man opened the tool box, and took out a stainless steel device. He opened the jaws wide, and turned on a grinder. As the tool hit the grinder, sparks flew as it honed the edge of the blade to just the right angle for cutting flesh. The man turned off the grinder, and raised the tool and a piece of paper, which the tool slit through effortlessly. The man returned the tool to the box, and the girl put the box back next to the steel bowl on the cage shelf. She double checked that the paddle lock was secured on the door to the shelf.

"Oh, fuck,” Bill groaned. “That hurts me from here. I can’t even image that knife slitting open my ball sac.” B ut the fighters seemed oblivious to the grinding spectacle.

The men stood in their fighting positions, waiting for the command to start.

“Red - are you ready?” the announcer blared. The man in the red boxing shorts raised his hand. “Blue - are you ready?” The man in the blue boxing shorts raised his hand. “Both fighters are ready. Fighters, take your position.”

The spectator area was dim and deadly silent, and the fighters focused. “FIGHT!!” the PA system screamed, and the battle started.

The fighters attacked each other like ravenous animals: swinging, clawing and kicking. For almost 45 minutes they pounded each other. At times, Red seemed to be dominating and on the verge of winning, and then Blue would surge back and look invincible. It was impossible to tell who was winning, as both were swollen, bleeding, and exhausted. The crowd was frenzied, rising to a new fever level each time a fighter landed a solid hit. Several times one of the fighters would land a hard enough punch or kick that the other would go down, allowing the fighter to begin pulling the downed fighter toward the corner straps. Sensing the end was near, the crowd would go crazy.

Each time Red would land a punch or kick, I felt a little tingle between my legs. Seeing his bulging muscles and animal determination made me want him so badly. I felt moisture collecting on my chair, and my breathing was heavy and irregular. About 15 minutes into the fight I felt a hand on my thigh, and glanced to look at the blonde. The lust was obvious in her eyes. She was as horny as I was, so I smiled meekly and gave a little nod. She smiled back and her hand moved up my skirt, and she started to mover her fingers inside my elastic. With a single motion, I shove my hand down her shorts, and slipped inside her panties. She was hot and wet, and my fingers stopped to caress and massage her clit. Even with people so close by, she groaned loudly, and her fingers moved fast and deep into my pussy. It was dark and loud, and no one took notice of our private treat.

Once, Blue landed a solid kick to Red’s nose, knocking Red to the floor, apparently unconscious. Blue dragged Red to the corner, and lifted him and got one of the leather straps secured to his right wrist. Our hands stopped jilling in disbelief, as we realized Red may not be able to do one of us. Maybe I should have been concerned about his balls, but I wasn’t. As Blue lifted Red’s other hand to secure it, the crowd erupted in a thunderous roar. Everyone, including me, was screaming and stomping as loudly as they could. If Blue got that second wrist strap on, then it was all over for Red, and for me. But at the last moment, Red came to, and swung hard into Blue’s face, and as Blue stepped back, Red raised up and kicked Blue hard in the face. Blue collapsed, giving Red enough time to free his wrist. And the fight continued. And we started fingering each other again, with even more determination and vigor.

After almost an hour, even the crowd was exhausted, and both the blonde and I had each cum at least a couple times. The fighters stood in the center, sparring off against each other. Suddenly, Red spun and landed a kick to Blue’s neck. The crunching sound of the kick startled the crowd, and Blue hit the deck - hard. We pulled our hands out of each other’s pussies. Everyone jumped to their feet, sensing that it was likely the final hit. Red pulled the other fighter to the corner, and strapped one wrist, and then the other. The audience gasped and roared, realizing that the battle had been determined, and now all that was left was Red to secure the ankles and then take his reward. My pussy was on fire!

...to be continued