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Time to take things to the next level, Jesse decided. He slipped his hands into the waistband of his jockstrap, then dropped it from around his waist down to the mat, to the thunderous applause of the onlookers. Naked and hard as marble, he stalked over to Brian’s prone form, reached down, and with a tremendous cry of rage and exertion, ripped the jock off the other man’s body!

“Get up!” he snarled, punctuating his order with a kick to the ribs.

Brian groaned but staggered manfully to his feet. His blurry vision told him that three Jesses were standing in front of him. He took a roundhouse swing at the middle one. And hit nothing but air.

Jesse easily dodged the clumsy attack and stepped behind Brian, squatted slightly, and wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist. He thrust his hips forward and lifted, and Brian was thrown over and behind Jesse to land flat on his back and neck on the mat to the thunderous cheers of the crowd!

Brian was almost out, but Jesse wanted to put him out in a way that would go down in bar fight legend. He bent over and grabbed the other man’s beard in his left hand, and then pulled up, first slowly until Brian got to one knee, then yanked it harder to force him up to his feet. Brian weaved back and forth, not for defense, but because his feet and sense of balance weren’t obeying the commands from his brain.

Jesse reached back with his right hand, and, still holding onto Brian’s beard with his left, landed a perfect right cross right into the other man’s jaw. Most of Brian went down like a poleaxed cow, but while most of his beard went with him, a small bunch of hairs decided they liked Jesse’s fist better than Brian’s chin and stayed behind. Brian would probably be screaming about the ripped out hair, but he was utterly and completely out, checked out with no forwarding address.

Jesse, swaying himself from exhaustion and the abuse his gut had taken, looked down at his fallen opponent for a long moment. The crowd was completely silent, in awe of the spectacle and brutality they had just witnessed. He bent over to examine Brian, but the other man was well and truly unconscious. He wouldn’t respond to kicks, so Jesse squatted down and physically rolled him onto his stomach, then spread Brian’s legs apart.

He searched the crowd until he found Mike. “Penetration, you said,” he said shortly. A low moan told him that Brian was starting to come to. Jesse spat on his hand and rubbed it on his dick, spread Brian’s ass cheeks, guided his dick to the hole, adjusted….and then plunged in.

*THAT* woke Brian up, and he screamed in pain as he was forcibly penetrated. Jesse only stayed in for two or three strokes before pulling out. He wasn’t going to waste a load on this. He got to his feet – and that was when the crowd burst into thunderous cheers, both for the fight itself and for Brian’s utter and complete humiliation at Jesse’s hands – and dick.

Jesse’s exhaustion seemed to vanish in an instant. Between penetrating Brian and the roar of the crowd, he felt new strength flooding into his body. He felt as if he could do anything – or anyone. His eyes began to search the crowd again, but this time he was looking for Randy, and he wasn’t looking long. Randy had come into the cage, picking up Jesse’s clothes and bringing them to him. As he reached Jesse, he knelt before the winner and held his clothes up as if he were making a sacrifice to a god.

Jesse smiled, then bent over and guided Randy back up to his feet. With a careless gesture, he knocked the clothes out of the otter’s grasp, then pulled him close and kissed him, long, hard, and deep, his hands sliding down Randy’s body to cup his beautiful ass. Randy wrapped his arms around Jesse’s neck and kissed him back just as hard, and the bar erupted into cheers. Jesse finally broke the kiss, stepped back, and raised his arms to his sides. Randy took the hint and began to dress him, making the action as sensual as undressing him normally would have been. Out of the corner of his eye, Jesse could see Brian, head down in defeat and looking like nothing less than a whipped dog, collect his clothes and slink out of the cage.

Randy picked up Jesse’s shirt and pulled it onto the bear’s sweaty body, then knelt, reached over for Jesse’s jeans, and held them for Jesse to step into. Randy slowly pulled them over Jesse’s legs – hesitating only to run his tongue the length of Jesse’s hard dick and flick the slit in the head, then buttoned them closed. “Good thing there’s no zipper,” he whispered.

“Definitely,” Jesse agreed just before he kissed Randy again, his tongue slipping past the otter’s teeth to caress its counterpart in Randy’s mouth. His mouth moved across Randy’s face to his ear, and Jesse whispered, “Forget the socks; just grab my boots, get dressed, and let’s get out of here.”