After all of yesterdays wild excitement, I slept like an exhausted animal. I dreamt of you and you alone. When I awoke, the memories of my dreams were still very clear in my mind. They were of you and I locked in mortal combat and seemed so real they were more like intuition than dreams. Somehow, someday, I KNEW my dreams would come true.

You were still sleeping when I got up. I moved quietly to the bars separating us and looked at your magnificent body as you slept. As I gaze at you, it's obvious that you too are dreaming about something very erotic as your cock is hard and erect. I look at your chiselled physique; muscle upon muscle; so hard and tight that I can almost see through your skin. Your long, straight blond hair lays flowing on your pillow. As you toss and turn your massive muscles ripple like the beautiful silkiness of ripples on the water.

I have fought many a man in illegal death fights before but never one a huge or as beautiful. Knowing that against you, I have little chance of surviving, I still have a hunger to fight you. Just seeing you; imagining us ready to fight; sends the adrenaline rushing through every part of my body and gives me one fuck of a hard on. I am in love with your body and your arrogant, cocky, mean attitude. As I think of us locked in mortal combat, my cock doesn't' just get hard, it THROBS AND ACHES !

At this point, you awaken and catch me looking at you. I am frozen, unable to move as you get to your feet. As I watch, you run your hands over your body in total exhibitionistic, narcissistic, self-admiration. After a few minutes of this, you slowly swagger toward the bars separating us and say "I dreamt of you; of fighting you; of killing you". Before I could form a response in my head, the guards arrived with our breakfast.

When the guards returned, the defeated blond bastard was obviously now not the one running the show. The dark haired one was and obviously your new master. I therefore have assumed that the blond is mine. But what place the other two had remained confusing. But they soon leave after inspecting us with their eyes, leaving the question unanswered.

At this point, the door from my cell to the common area opened up. Time for my daily work-out and shower. Before you had been placed in the cell next to me, I had unlimited time. But now, I could see that the timer on the wall indicated I had only one hour. Only enough for a short work-out and shower. So quickly in my mind, I made my plans on how best to use the hour not knowing that you would have a great influence on my plans.

I too had a very muscular body, more lean and cut than yours and was much smaller at 5'8", 155# compared to your 6'3", 190#. But I was anything but ashamed of what I had and anyhow as I had learned through years of fighting, size was not always the determining factor. So with my also cocky and arrogant attitude, I strutted into the common room. I had planned to use the weights to work out until I saw you glued to the bars separating us staring at me. So instead I decided to give you a similar show like the one you had given me when you first woke up.

I was as much of an exhibitionist and narcissist as you, if not more. So I began to flex and pose for your pleasure and mine. With every move of my body, I could see you becoming agitated. Your fingers were holding on tight to the bars above your head, your body flush against and your cock protruding between them. As you watched me your breath became laboured and your cock began to harden. "YES", I thought, "I've got him!" As I strutted my stuff, both our cocks grew 'til they were like two steel spikes and throbbing involuntarily.

You stood back about three feet, took your cock and began to stroke it. I did likewise. With each second, the excitement grew. As we felt the hot load of cum welling up inside us, we began to exchange our first words. Things like "I WANNA FUCKING FIGHT YOU; I WANNA CONSUME YOU; I WANT TO KILL YOU !" This just added to the wild excitement between us and soon we harmoniously shot our loads. We were close enough and pent up enough that our cum shot hot spurts onto each other's bodies. UNBELIEVABLE DEBAUCHED PLEASURE ! Over, I saw that I had but 15 minutes left so quickly I showered, etc. and returned to my cell.

It was now your turn. You took the whole hour to do nothing but push weights. You ignored me and just went about your business without a word, until the end. Then with one quick pose you finished and as you stared into my eyes said, "It's all yours anytime, PUNK." I responded, "Likewise, ASSHOLE." With that, the "morning ritual ended and it was time for lunch.

It was the naked black and Indian underling guards who brought us lunch and removed the empty trays after. The "TWO FROM HELL" were no where to be seen, 'til now. As they left our cells, the two BIG BOYS appeared. As we watched in disbelief, they first knocked the trays out of the two guards hands. Then the big blond grabbed the black one and the other the Indian. Instead of wearing their usual tight leather pants, they were wearing chaps exposing the cocks and asses. BOTH WERE....MAGNIFICIENT !

The blond shoved the naked black one against my cell wall, the other yours. As though choreographed, each shoved a cock up their victims ass and wrapped one of their huge, muscular arms around their necks. As they fucked them, they strangled them from behind. The dominating guards as well as their prey were all screaming from either pleasure or pain. It was a scene from hell yet both you and I found it incredibly exciting. We both watched as the guards came inside the others and at the same time put them to sleep.

Their bodies laying prone on the floor, the BIG BLOND BASTARD said, "Tonight you watch these two fight so you can see how it's done around here." I said "I knew", he said "NO YOU DON'T....YET!" With that they dragged the two sleeping bodies off. The rest of the day was uneventful with only the occasional glare between us and not one spoken word.

It was lit with only orange/blue torches flaming everywhere. In the middle was a 20 foot square, two feet lower than the floor and covered in what looked like smooth, polished stone. It was surrounded by 12 burning torches. On two opposite sides were two very comfortable leather chairs. We were uncuffed but the dog collars remained with their six foot length of chain attached and sat down in opposite chairs. Our masters sat next to us.

Next the "rules" of the nights event were explained to us. The black and the Indian were to fight in mortal combat. And simply put, one must kill the other or both died. With that, the blond bastard clapped his hands and in walked the two fighters. Both were naked except for knee high black leather boots and fingerless gloves. They were dripping with oil and the reflection from the torches gave their bodies an eerie glow.

They were both big men and very well muscled. Neither was what you would call good looking but more handsome in a super masculine, macho way. They positioned themselves at opposite ends of the fight area, feet spread wide apart; arms folded on their massive, heaving chests. There was an unmistakable wild look in their eyes as they glared across the 20 feet at each other. It was obvious they had been drugged with something to make them even more aggressive.

With a signal from the blond, the fight began. The fighters began to circle but quickly ran toward each other crashing their bodies together with great force. Both men just stood there...GLARING ! The wild Indian then did a full circle and landed one boot right into the black mans balls. This combined with the war paint he was wearing on his face and body made it clear that he was the more vicious fighter. He didn't wait a second before his next move. Still doubled over from the hit, he grabbed his opponents head; pulled it up; and landed a hard fist on his face that sent him sprawling to the stone cold floor.

Again, wasting no time, he pulled him up by his hair and knocked him down again and again and again. The black fighter was swinging wildly trying to connect without success. The Indian just stood there glaring with an "amused" look on his face. He then manoeuvred behind him and began to kick the back of his legs. Over and over and over. Then he turned him around and did the inside of his thighs the same way with his boots. Soon, his opponent was on the floor again !

He pulled him up again. This time he wrapped his gloved hands around his neck and choked him violently. He walked him around the area never loosing his hold. As the black man would begin to lose it, he would let go. Then walk around him as though admiring his work. Just when he was about to show signs of recovery, the Indian would start choking him again. Time after time he worked him this way until finally the black one lost consciousness and slumped to the floor.

The Indian waited until he came to. Then the final blow came. He picked him up over his head and dropped him over one of his knees with a back breaker that did just that. He then applied a reverse headlock with his victims head behind his body and his muscular arm around his neck. Slowly with extreme intention, he broke his neck. As he did, he shot a load of cum.

Now strutting around in victory like a wild animal after a kill, he looked proud of himself and thought he was now free. NOT A CHANCE ! Our masters then explained our part in this scene. We were, together, to kill the winner. That excited the hell out of us as it was what we enjoyed doing the most. Our dog collars were removed and we were told to get in there and do it.

As the Indian saw us approaching, his eyes were filled with confusion. He thought, "What the hell is going on. I was promised my freedom." Alas the rest of his life was to be VERY SHORT ! I can remember as you snuck behind him and chicken-winged his arms way up his back. The look in his eyes was pure terror as I approached him. For about an hour I remember punching him EVERYWHERE ! Applying torturous holds like digging into his pecs; his arm pits; and a devastating claw into his gut as though I was trying to rip out his insides.

Satisfied now that he could take no more and survive, I decided to end his misery. You still holding him, I applied a reverse front face lock. I just kept staring into your eyes as I bent his head further and further back until his neck snapped. He fell between us and we shook hands at great team work and a job well done.

The guards were delighted with our performance and said we had what it took to become champions in their domain. They also promised that after we had performed well for a month, we would be set free. Back in our cells later, we talked for the first time. The one thing we knew for sure was that the only possibility of a way out was....TO KILL THE GUARDS !