The trumpets blared and into the arena, from opposite doors, marched Abdul and Toby. Their combat loin-cloths barely covered their manhood and went up the cracks of their asses so that their firm, muscular buttocks were exposed. Their bodies were shining, not only from the sweat from their warm-ups, but from the light coating of oil that had been applied by slaves before they entered. The Emir was excited by the fact that both men were short and lean. Not only did he feel that the smaller men were the fiercest fighters, but being small and lean himself he liked to fantasize how he would fare in a fight with either man.

Toby and Abdul were just inches from each other. And their eyes burned out in rivalry--each wanted the opportunity to win and then get back at the Emir. Added to this was the fact that the alliance between their two countries had been a recent one, while their rivalry was an ancient one. Toby and Abdul still looked on each other as enemies and knew that one day they would face each other in a battle from which only one would walk away.

The trumpets blared again. Toby and Abdul began to circle each other, a grim smile forming on the handsome faces now contorted with hate and bloodthirstiness...this was the supreme moment in their lives! Today, the long-standing feud -- both tribal and very, very personal-- would finally be settled. At the most only one small, lean, muscled gladiator would leave the arena alive. And both Tim and Abdul were determined to be that one!

They started slowly--a slap here, a light punch there. They were in no hurry,,,each wanted to punish and hurt the other before the death hold was delivered. They grabbed each other by the biceps, each of them jockeying for position--suddenly Toby twisted his body around and executed a hip-toss on Abdul. Moving quickly, Toby grabbed Abdul by the hair and pulled him to his feet. A couple of elbow smashes to his midsection knocked the wind out of Abdul and the Toby moved around to get a full nelson on Abdul. Pushing his neck forward Toby put indescribable torture to the neck of Abdul. The crowd moved forward to edge of their seats--would the combat be a brief one after all? But Abdul noticed that Toby had moved him closer to the arena wall...just an inch or two more... quickly Abdul kicked his legs up to the arena wall and kicked back. An angry Toby was sent sprawling in the dirt and Abdul quickly sprang up. Bam! Bam! A couple of knee drops to Toby' unprotected midsection. A foot stomp to the groin! A couple of well-placed kicks to the ribs! He reached down to grab the groggy Toby by the hair; Toby, flailing wildly, managed a punch to Abdul's groin, sending him rolling on the ground. They both pulled themselves to their feet, still in pain but accutely aware of the enemy's moves.

They circled again...this time each man extended his hands before him as a challenge to the other... their fingers intertwined...the Test of Strength! Quickly their arms went from high above them to their sides and their hard chests slammed together. Minutes seemed like hours as first it seemed Abdul was bringing Toby to his knees, then it would seem Toby had the upper hand. Finally Abdul flipped Toby over his body, but quickly Toby sprang to his feet. They came together again, trying to get their grip again but this time the combination of sweat oil and fury caused their hands to slip, and the crowd was treated to the sight of Abdul and Toby each putting a brutal Face Claw on his rival. Moans of pain and outrage escaped from the combatants as each tortured and tore at the other's face. The time seemed to crawl again until the fighters seemed to break each other's deadly hold at the same time... They pulled back and stood panting and stunned. Each saw the blood on his enemy's face and knew that his own face must look the same...yes, the First Blood had been drawn...but it would not be the last!

Yes, Abdul and Toby were stunned, and not only by the First Blood, for each knew what had happened to the other, for it had happened to them! With all the torture and pain of the mutual face claws. the closeness of the sweating, pumped physiques and the passion and desire to punish the other stud, each had shot a huge load of cum into their loin-cloths! And their cocks were still at full erection! Theirs eyes locked. Their eyes gave silent agreement. With those terrible grim smiles, each man removed his loin-cloth and exposed the shame and pride to the crowd. The loin-cloths were tossed aside--the two warriors locked up again to accomplish the grim task at hand.

The Emir and the audience were treated to a fight the likes of which had never been seen before in their arena, probably in any arena in the world at any time history. Quickly the hours flew by as Abdul and Toby threw each other around the arena, squeezed, punched, clawed and applied holds that would have finished lesser fighters! Many in the audience stripped off whatever coverings they had and began masturbating--not only themselves but others around them, also squeezing and massaging tits and balls, the seats in the stalls grew wet and sticky as one after another the members of the crowd would arch their bodies with a cry and release jet after jet of hot white cum. The Emir never touched himself--he had slaves to massage his throbbing tool, but he shot several times--often thinking of how he'd like to face one or the other of the duellists in a fight himself....

But Toby and Abdul took no notice of this--they were too intent on slaughtering each other. A mutual figure-4 lock had severely debilitated their legs and they limped around, ignoring the great pain. They had now taken to exchanging bone-crunching punches, and both were bleeding from their noses and cuts from their mouths and above their eyes; those eyes were nearly swollen shut now from the brutal punching. Suddenly both men cried out, and the crowd gasped--the two duellists had grabbed each others hard, erect tits in tight, deadly holds! Back and forth they went, first Abdul bringing Toby to his knees, then Toby rallying and taking Abdul down. Often, when they were standing, each man would deliver brutal kicks to the other's groin so that their balls began to swell. Of course, blood began to drip from the shredding flesh. After an unbelievably long time they broke the hold and circled each other again. This time they lunged and grabbed each other's low-hanging ball sacs; they cried out again as their bodies arched and each gladiator spewed forth another load of cum, while their ravaged tits spit forth tiny jets of red blood.

The sun was beginning to set; these two warriors of the arena had been fighting since noon! Suddenly there was a rallying cry from both of them as they rushed each other and locked their arms around each other in what was surely a death grip! The crowd leaned forward in their seats, watching intently and masturbating furiously! Now the crowd watched in fascinated horror as Abdul put forth a new hold, one known only in his country: The Kiss Of Death!

He planted his tongue in Toby' open mouth--what first seemed a passionate, erotic act was soon seen to be a lethal weapon as he began to furiously suck all of the air out of Toby' ravaged lungs! Toby tried to fight back, biting furiously, but his body began to go limp--suddenly Toby shuddered and shot his final load of cum and then was completely still. Abdul tossed him to the ground and the crowd could see that Abdul had sucked so hard there was blood and bits of Toby' guts on his mouth. The crowd began to chant Abdul's name while wave after wave of hot cum erupted from the stands. Abdul payed no attention--he was focused on his hated dead enemy. Giving his dick a couple of light jerks, he shot a load over Toby' battered corpse and then kicked him.

Only now did he pay attention to the crowd and walked over to where the Emir was sitting and raised his bloody hands for silence. His voice was weak from pain and loss of blood, but still it rang out so all could hear: "O Emir! I have defeated my hated enemy here in your Butcher Shop, as I wanted to and knew I could! But now I can tell all that I am a kinsman of yours and have proof with me! I claim the right granted to all of the Imperial Household to challenge you for the throne. When the Moon is in its same phase--one month from now--I challenge you to meet me here in your arena --man-to-man and fight TO THE DEATH for the throne!"

The crowd roared. The eyes of the Emir and Abdul locked together as the Emir nodded his acceptance of the challenge.

The fight did not take place in one month's time; a duel for the throne was a ritual ceremony and a strict code of rules was followed. The actual duel was scheduled for two months later and a group of ministers ruled the country in place of the Emir, who like Abdul, was taken to a remote camp to train for the ordeal. The camps were a good distance from each other and the ministers made sure that the two combatatants and their trainers were not only isolated from the world but especially from one another. Both the Emir and Abdul (who had recovered quickly) trained with dedication and intensity--lifing weights, doing calisthenics, running and sparring. And once a week each man faced an opponent in a duel and each time the hapless fighter was killed brutally but erotically. Yes, both the Emir and Abdul were ready to face each other and both were eager for it. Often before falling asleep each would masturbate while thinking of the other and the victory that they would try to rip & tear from one another.

The result of the intensive training, along with special diet and potions is that Abdul and the Emir each had put on thirty pounds of beautiful but deadly muscle. The invited audience gasped as the duellists were paraded into the fight area, wearing nothing but capes over their nude, oiled bodies. Their arms and biceps were huge, their hairy tits enormous. The audience grew more excited as they began to loosen their own loin-cloths, anticipating one of the most savage, but erotic experiences of their lives.

Rahim and the Emir quietly, but arrogantly paraded around the arena showing off their new muscularity to the entire crowd, many of whom were already masturbating. They both stopped, side by side in front of the box where the Officiating Councilors were seated. They each gave a short recitation of why they should be the leader of the country and how their rival would be a complete disaster. The Head Councilor stood and in a loud voice said: "We have heard your petitions. It is now up to the gods to decide who will be Emir, by showing favor in the terrible ordeal to come. The fight will continue TO THE DEATH, for the loser should not have to live with the shame of defeat. Do you both agree?" In loud masculine voices, Rahim and the Emir said "Let it be so! TO THE DEATH!!"

The scribes of the land did the best they could to describe the intensity and brutality of that day's combat, but all who were withness to it said that the scribes did not come close to doing it justice. The fight lasted and incredible eighteen hours. Rahim had fully recovered from his duel with Toby and was at the height of his skill and physical powers. The Emir, for all his villianous ways, was no coward, and was a skilled, if dirty, fighter as well. Back and forth it went, each man employing a variety of holds to punish, maim and hopefully kill his rival. Witnesses to the combat could claim having attended a Master Class in lethal combat. Full-nelsons, half-nelsons, scissor holds, back-breakers and plain hard punching and clawing were seen to full adavantage, and both the duellists came an incredible eight times during the battle. At one point, they grabbed each other tits and punished them for a full 90 minutes, their heads touching as blood flowed steadily over their hands and into the sand. At the climax of the 90 minutes, there were screams of pain and outrage from both the combatants. They had ripped the tits off each other! As they stood glaring at each other with pain and hate--and lust--they each stood proudly erect and stuck out their chests, so the crowd could see blood pumping from the small holes where the hard nipples had been. As each fighter CHEWED & SWALLOWED his enemy's tits, they shot a mighty load, WITHOUT touching their cocks! The stands erupted with cheering and cum. Two handsome young soldiers, convinced they would never see anything greater in their lives, and wishing to thank the gods for their gift of allowing them to witness this, jumped up and locked into the Embrace and Kiss of Death right there in the stands!

The fight had gone on for 17 hours now. Both men had sustained, brutal, gory wounds that would have slain a god, but when hatred and lust for blood stir you on, super-human strength and stamina is yours. Both warriors were bleeding profusely from many wounds, and hunks of flesh had been torn and clawed from both. Their eyes were swollen shut-- the Emir actually had gouged out one of Abdul's eyes during some particularly vicious infighting. And their cocks had stayed fully hard through all of this, in spite of the fact each gladiator had shut 6 loads of hot, steaming cum, 1 load each up his opponent's arse.

Now the Chief Councilor had soldiers bring out two richly jeweled caskets. From each a pair of gloves, of richly treated kid leather was produced, and on the top of each, were magnificent gems in an exquisite design. But each gem was sharpened to blade-like sharpness. These were the legendary Gloves Of Death. Once the two soldiers had outfitted the fighters with the lethal Gloves, they went to a corner of the arena and, each armed with two double-edged knives, fought to a quick death in tribute to the two god-like warriors who were now circling each other for the kill...

A simultaneous blow to each other's jaw knocked both of them down and both arched their groins for the seventh load of cum! Quickly, they got up and moved in--without straying from each other they inflicted unheard-of violence on each other for a full hour. In the final moments of the fight, Abdul was on his knees and the Emir grabbed him by the hair and delivered blow after blow to Abdul's face and chest, as the mangled challenger sank still further into the dust.

Suddenly the Emir's eyes shot open with a look of surprise which quickly changed to one of AGONY! The audience gasped as they saw Abdul's arm, still wearing the lethal Glove, buried half-way up the Emir's arse! The Emir opened his mouth to scream, but all that came out was a stream of blood. Abdul yanked his glove out, pulling much of the morally-wouned Emir's insides out with it. Quietly, the Emir dropped lifelessly to the ground, ejaculating cum, that turned into jets of blood. Knowing that he, too, was not long for this world, Abdul, the new Emir gathered all his strength and in a weak but firm voice, issued his one and only decree--that the Arena was to be closed except for combats like this one or officers of the guard, and NEVER as mere entertainment. And, shooting his own blood last load, Abdul the First, gave up his warrior's soul.