The Cage Fight - Part Two

By Tustin

...continued from Part One

We went to lunch, then back to the cottage for more sex, and then laid on the beach for a couple hours. Finally at about 6:30 we started to get ready for the fight. Bill looked great in his designer jeans and sport jacket, while I put on a tight black tube miniskirt and a sheer satin top. As soon as Bill looked at me, I knew my clothes were going to come off, so I just started unbuttoning my shirt. Likewise, Bill pulled off his jeans and boxers. I left my skirt on and just slide my thong to the side. I bent over the bed and waited for Bill. By the time he got behind me he was rock hard and I was soaked in anticipation, so he easily slipped into me. I put a hand under me, and rubbed my clit in fast tight circles. Bill immediately started pumping really hard and the bed rocked wildly, so I knew this would be quick. About a minute into it I felt a hot splash, and Bill and the bed gave out a little groan, and Bill pulled out. I was able to quicken my pace, and soon my lips were spasming too. By the time I finished, Bill had a hand towel and was cleaning his cum off me and the mattress. As many times as he has orgasmed lately, I was surprised how much cum he was still able to shoot.

“Ok,” Bill said. “All clean. Let’s get up to the fight.”

We re-dressed, and this time we made it all the way to the casino without any more sex. We walked through the front door of the convention center, and saw Joe sitting at a table.

J oe had a table right next to the fighting cage, so I expected that he had paid a lot for these seats. He seemed to be a regular, as the ushers and hostess knew him well. We sat down, ordered some drinks, and chatted with Joe while we waited for the fight to start.

“Let me tell you about the fight tonight,” Joe started. “It’s pretty rough. It makes MMA or UFC seem like a school-yard scuffle. Here there are no rules, no gloves, and one of the guys is going to get really hurt. Guaranteed.”

“That’s harsh!” Bill exclaimed. “How much do these guys make for a fight?”

“Each gets $100,000; win or lose,” Joe said calmly. “These guys train for a couple years for this, and most never get in the cage again. That is enough money to set these guys up for many years.”

“My god, where does all the money come from?” Bill asked. “These seats must be outrageously expensive. "

“Free,” Joe responded. “But you have about 300 high-roller gamblers here, and probably another 5,000 gamblers watching the fight on a secure Internet connection. Several million dollars will change hands tonight. And everything you see tonight is legal. That man over there is the local Sheriff. I let him watch for free and he keeps things under control.”

“So does the fight go until someone gets knocked out?”

“That would be too easy, and not worth $100,000,” Joe replied. “It’s far more brutal than that.”

“So is it to the death?” Bill asked quietly. “But then it wouldn’t make sense to pay the loser.”

“Worse than death,” Bill responded coldly. “Look at the far corner of the cage. That corner has a set of 4 leather straps, two up high and two at the floor. The loser ends up with his wrists and ankles restrained to the cage. It’s very humiliating.”

“Humiliating - yes; worse than death - no,” Bill replied.

“It gets worse; way worse,” Joe said. “Once the loser is completely restrained, that wire door on the side of the cage is unlocked so the winner can get to that yellow toolbox and the stainless steel bowl next to it.  He will take the bowl and put it in the middle of the cage.”

“Oh my god,” Bill says almost in a whisper. “I don’t like where this is going.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. “I must be missing something. What’s the bowl for?”

Joe becomes very serious, and leaned forward. “The fight is over when the winner has dropped both the loser’s testicles in the bowl. Neither guy gets paid until the castration is completed.”

Bill and I sat in stunned silence, letting it sink in that in few minutes we would watch two men fight to avoid castration, and then see one lose his manhood.

Joe continued, “Sometimes the loser is lucky and stays knocked out for his nutting. Other times he’s fully awake. If he’s alert and responsive it really gets the crowd going.”

" Oh my god!” I said in shock. “How could one man do that to another?!”

“It’s warrior mentality,” Joe replied thoughtfully. “Over the centuries victors have routinely castrated the defeated. It is the natural and logical conclusion to a fight. In many cultures the winner hacks off the penis, too. But here the winner only removes the testicles. The loser expects and accepts castration as part of the defeat. Over the centuries, millions of men have given up their testicles to a victor.”

“God, that sounds awful!” I said with disgust. “I don’t think I can watch that happen, even if he is unconscious!”

"Most everyone reacts that way when they first hear about the fight,” Joe replied. “But you will surprise yourself. The way the frenzy of the crowd pulls you in. You will be drawn into the battle and cheer and squirm as the battle rages on. And if your man wins, you will understand the need to dominate your opponent, and if your man loses, you will accept the consequences of defeat.

“Plus,” Joe continued, “The men know well the consequence of defeat. See those two men in the back? They fight next week and are here to see how this works. Tonight’s fighters watched the fight last week, and saw the loser have his balls removed. Last week’s loser was wide awake and very sensitive. He made quite a racket, to the crowd’s delight. These guys tonight will be very motivated to win.”

Joe’s philosophical discussion was cut short by the crackle of the announcer’s voice over the public address system. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the voice boomed. “The fighters are entering the cage. One of the men is wearing red trunks, and the other blue trunks. This is the first cage fight for both men. Betting closes in 5 minutes, and the fight will start in 15 minutes at exactly 8 pm. Four women have been nominated for potential selection by the winner at the end of the fight. At the conclusion of the fight, the winner will select which woman he will use. The four selected women will be notified by a hostess wearing a green vest. If you are selected, please proceed to the selection table, located ringside.”

“What does it mean for the winner to use a woman?” I asked Joe.

“After the winner has put the loser’s balls in the bowl, and while the loser is still tied up in the cage, two women do a lineup inside the cage,” Joe replied. “The winner selects one of the women, and he has sex with her inside the cage. The crowd just goes crazy as he does her over and over.”

" Why would a woman ever want to do that?” I asked. “He’s all beat up and bloody! It seems disgusting!”

"First, it’s really not voluntary.” Joe responded. “The manager here has already selected the 4 hottest women here from which the winner will select, and no woman selected has ever not participated. Second, it’s really an honor and exiting for the woman. A chance of a lifetime. After fighting, after crushing his opponent and taking his balls, the winner is so pumped up. Full of testosterone and adrenaline, and most have abstained from sex for at least a month. The winner is pure animal, lusting and craving a female like never before.”

“He can perform after all the beating and physical exertion?” I asked.

“By the time the woman is naked in the cage, he is a focused sex animal, Joe continued. “No where else will any woman ever experience so completely what it is like to be lusted after, needed, and taken. Pure animal lust, in a cage, with hundreds of cheering people. It could never be more primal than that. I’ve seen fighters go 10, 15, even 20 rounds with a woman. Just incredible to watch.

Joe continued, “And it’s safe. These guys are in perfect health, and were tested just this morning for every disease you can imagine. With all the blood around here, the owners have to be really careful that everyone is disease-free. And even though the fighter is pumped up, I have never seen one get too rough with a girl. They just want to fuck.”

The little shiver of pleasure deep inside surprised me. The thought of a dominant man, out of control with lust, taking me over and over was exciting me. I looked over at Bill. “Would you mind if I was one of them,” I said with a nervous laugh.”

...to be continued