Hot cum splatted in my face, in my eyes, filling my mouth and I gagged on it even as another huge spurt hit me. I could feel myself blushing with shame though no one in the audience could see it because my cheeks were covered with hot wet man cum. I could smell it, musky, pungent with a bitter sweet taste. My own cock was fully erect in my shorts, had been since I first realized I had lost the match.
It was the first match I had lost. In the past it had always been me making my opponent suck my cock and take my sperm in his face and mouth. I'd known I was in trouble when Horace entered the ring. His shoulders were gigantic, powerful and his heaving chest tapered to a flat six pack stomach then flared again into his hips. He came out wearing nothing but a cloth slung between his legs held at the top by a rope. His erection was full and stretching the cloth before the match started and his balls hung heavy, the size of tennis balls.
Martial arts was my life. I specialized in a rare form from a little known South Seas Island called Parthenon. The Arena is my obsession. I was first introduced to the arena by my friend, Pauline Jansen. It was after a short but furious fight with two black thugs who had attacked me on the street in hopes of getting my wallet. They were both tough and proud but untrained in the arts of fighting. There had been a small crowd gathered by the end of the fight. I was holding the smallest of the two criminals on the ground with my foot pressed into his throat. The larger guy I had in a very painful hold that allowed me to bend his wrist at will ranging from no pain to a snapped wrist. He was literally in tears and I knew that he was completely humiliated before the people there. I fed on his humiliation for some reason and I wanted to maximize it.
I bent his wrist back almost to the breaking point and he screamed like a girl. "Please, let me go," he screeched, "please."
I smiled into his pain strained face. "Get down there and take your friend's pants down," I said.
His friend was strangling near passing out with my foot in his throat. I relaxed the pressure just a little and said, "Try to fight and I'll put you under. Just lie still." He obeyed.
"What the hell," the bigger one said.
"Pull his pants down, now!" There was an audible snapping sound as I bent his wrist back. I didn't break it but I knew a tendon had come loose. He screamed again and I wondered if any windows had broken his pitch was so high. When I relaxed the pressure and said, "Move!" He did. With his free hand he bent and undid his friend's trousers and pulled them down. There were no underwear and the kids seven inch black cock laid naked against his thigh. "You be messin' where you shouldn't," the one on the ground said to me.
"Shut up," I said and pressed with my foot.
"You, Man that screams like girl," I mocked the big one, "get down there and suck his cock and don't come up until you have a mouthful of cum."
