The remaining contestants:
Blue team: Hiroshi and Satomi Yamaguchi
Yellow team: Paul and Allison Jones
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"Okay, you're starting on the block, wide view," Dan said over the headset.
Sam nodded and rolled her eyes; she was already set up there. Catalina was getting a final makeup touch-up. Behind her, the two new slaves were tugging at their bonds in desperation. Deirdre looked like she was almost about to panic.
"On in three," Bill said over the intercom. "And go."
"Welcome back," Catalina said with a smile. "Our second auction of the night has finished up, so let's see who our lucky winners are." She opened the slip of paper in her hand and smiled. "Patrick has been sold to the Shining Star Pony and Stallion Stable. He'll start as a ponyboy, but maybe he can work his way up to be a stallion."
Behind her, Deirdre was almost in tears.
"Deirdre has been sold to...a new bidder calling themselves the Society for Preservation of Redheads. They want breeding stock to keep the redhead gene alive, so they're buying redheaded slaves to ensure a purebred redhead line."
Deirdre sagged in her bonds from relief.
"Follow Catalina to the mats," Dan said. Sam kept her camera tight on Catalina's bouncing ass as she jiggled over to the ring that had been set up in the front of the stage. She reached the front and turned around.
"And zoom back to waist-up," Dan said.
Catalina looked into the camera. "It's time for our final challenge, Last Man Standing. The winner goes home with his wife and twenty percent of what their competitors sold for, a tidy sum of money. The loser and his wife go on the block."
"Zoom out and pan to the mats," Dan said.
Sam pulled the camera back to show the floor in the front of the poles, covered with mats. Behind them, Allison and Satomi looked out over them, spread-eagled out on another auction block. At each edge of the mat, one of the remaining contestants stood.
They both had been uncuffed, and were limbering up in preparation. Their gags had been replaced with muzzles with breathing slits, and their hands had been covered by leather mitts that kept their fingers together. Two guards stood next to each of them to make sure they didn't try to get away.
Catalina stepped into the middle of the ring between them. "This is it, folks. For all the marbles. The rules here are simple. Since both of our contestants are nice and hard due to those handy little blue pills, their goal is simple. The first one to go balls-deep inside of his opponent's ass wins. They've both been lubed up well, and hey, the dildo earlier even loosened them up a bit."
The two contestants glared at each other across the ring.
Catalina looked at both of them, smiling. "So, the rules. No going for eyes or ears. No hitting your opponent in the balls on purpose. You don't want to know what we'll do to you if you break the rules. Just sayin'. Other than that - the last man standing wins."
She stepped out of the middle of the ring, over between the two wives. "And, begin!"
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Hiroshi stepped forwards cautiously. His opponent was a bit taller than he was, but Hiroshi probably had an upper-body strength advantage. Lower-body, they were probably about even.
Hiroshi knew his best advantage would be if he could get the other man down to the ground, where arms would be more important. Unfortunately, his opponent probably had a bit of reach on him, so he'd have to be careful.
Paul was approaching cautiously as well, crouched, ready to jump in any direction. They approached each other tentatively. Hiroshi feinted to the side, trying to gauge his opponent's reaction. Paul came in from the other side, probing for weakness.
Hiroshi slashed his hand back, trying to grab Paul's wrist, but the black man pulled back before he could. Hiroshi leaned back into his crouch, watching his opponent's eyes.
Paul looked down at Hiroshi's feet and started to kick out, trying to knock his legs out from under him. Hiroshi leapt to the side, then reached in to try to knock Paul's back leg out.
Paul stepped forward onto his front leg, pivoting to grab Hiroshi's arm. He threw Hiroshi down on the mat, and Hiroshi felt a bit muddled from the impact, but fortunately had landed on his knees instead of his dick. He tried to roll, but Paul landed on top of him, forcing him down, and Hiroshi felt Paul's cock probing at his ass.
Hiroshi shoved back with an elbow, drawing a grunt of pain from Paul, and used the opportunity to push him backwards. He shoved the other man off of him, rolling the other way, and came up facing him. Paul was trying to stand up, so Hiroshi took the opportunity to leap at him.
They collided in the center of the mats, and Hiroshi's momentum carried them over, landing face-to-face with Hiroshi on top as Paul had the breath forced out of him by the impact. Hiroshi pushed himself up to his knees and lifted Paul's legs, folding him in half before he could get his wind back. Hiroshi grabbed Paul's thighs and parted them, exposing the dark rosebud underneath his balls. The lubricant on it shone under the bright stage lights, and he aimed his cock quickly.
Paul tried to roll, but Hiroshi kept his legs locked in place as he pressed forward. The other man's asshole resisted the pressure, trying to keep him out, so he pressed harder.
Suddenly, his sphincter yielded, and Hiroshi slid into him. With the lubricant, he was balls-deep on the second thrust. The man underneath him was flailing. Catalina was shouting - he'd won.
