1. Mercy at the Coliseum


    Date: 3/22/2015, Categories: Anal, Gay Male, Mature, Author: Riverweasel, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    needed. I left my feet and I saw his leg jerk forward, his knee perfectly positioned to drive into my chest. Except my chest wasn’t there. My leap had lifted me a foot higher than he had expected and he didn’t even have time to bring an arm up before mine had clubbed into his throat. Gyrating myself in the air, I maintained contact and twisted my body around his back as we fell, locking a throat choke up before we even made contact with the ground. My vision exploded into stars when I slammed into the stone, but my arms and legs didn’t relent a single ounce of their grasp. I flexed my biceps, feeling his neck muscles tighten as his claws grabbed at my arms. His scratches meant nothing to me and I knew I had as great of a shot now as any. However, I was not fooled into the belief that I would win this here. Already, he was doing a good job at wrenching his body around, able to create enough space every few seconds to gasp in a breath and allow fresh bl**d to flow into his brain. Lifting my leg up, I drove my heel into his ribs and chest, driving out what breath I could before I let one of my arms free from the choke to begin clubbing his sternum. He fought harder and soon broke out of the choke. I kept my arms tight around his front while I drove my heels and knees into his side. Once I felt him begin to spin over, I pushed off his shoulders and rolled away a couple feet. Bounding back up, I had a free opening to land a couple strong hooks against his jaw before he was on ...
    his feet again. Winding up, I threw a spinning kick directly into his chest, sending him stumbling back once more. He didn’t stop until he made it to one of the tables, using it as a barrier to steady his balance. Turning back towards me, he spat a small stream of bl**d onto the ground. “I expected a lot less, mephit. However, this changes nothing.” His advance on me was as cool as ice, his eyes boring into mine as he and I circled around each other. We closed distance and then it was back on. I feinted a right before delivering a sickening punch to his body with my left. He grunted but then I felt pain shock through my head as his fist lumbered into my skull. Once again, stars danced in my vision, but not enough to cloud my awareness. I ducked under his next blow before powering up into an uppercut that smashed viciously into his stomach. Already, I knew where I could take advantage. It would require a lot more accuracy and risk to impair his vision. Outside of that, doing damage to his face and head did little for me in terms of reaching the final goal. Punishing his midsection, however, would be huge later on when we struggled to overpower the other. Feinting another blow, I twisted under his flying fist and stepped to the side, creating distance again. The crowd was yelling like crazy, and I swore I could hear a chant of my name beginning from behind me. There was little time to focus on that, though, as I heard the frustrated growl from my opponent. He had not come here ...
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