Jungle Arena

Near the beginning of a peninsula, near its north side, was a log cabin on the property of a valiant young fighter named Jono; one built by him and three of his friends. On this day he was there on the property alone with his servant. Outside at noon time on an 80-degree day. He was standing up against the side of the cabin that was facing the west, letting his back lean against it; looking forward out at the wall of trees that grew near the end of his property; right before the bank of a wide river.
He wasn't really focusing on the trees; not focusing on anything out that way. He was just feeling right inside; glad to be a man. His body rewarded with the satisfaction that comes from having had a good workout. That morning he had been outdoors there with a few of his friends who lived on that same body of land. The same ones who had built his two-storey house with him.
That morning, for almost two hours they had pushed each other through sets of advanced calisthenics using the ground, using the trunks and the limbs of trees, or a man's hand around his buddie's ankle while he did handstand pushups.
They couldn't possibly have had more muscle on them, not and still be lightweight. They all were 5’9", 145 pounds. 29 inch waist, hard developed hips, the whole core looking as strong as a tree trunk, the side of the body going up looking solid as stone, with the lines of those upper obliques indented underneath the arms, partially hidden by the sides of the thick chest in front of it. Round firm chest reaching up to those impressive shoulders, and then that thick neck.
Soft healthy tanned skin over hard muscle. Wide calves, impressive thighs. Arms looking like granite mined out of the ground and then attached to a man. And every man on Furia had this same V-shaped body. The goal body of any man who works out to be hard instead of soft.
They all did together, that morning, their daily routine of boxing, of helping each other practice grappling and wrestling pins; then going out into the river to swim and to bathe.
Now Jono was resting, waiting for his blood brother to come over later, They were going to have a fight, to find out how the way that they rumble together was evolving. They knew each other so well that each fight played out like a thing that they had already rehearsed, as if they had choreographed it. Their friends sometimes teased them about it. Now he was resting up against his cabin, with his eager gil kneeling in front of him. He was letting his servant give him a nut job.
“Lick.” He reminded his servant. His gil had been already been licking him for several minutes, and Jono was just telling him to do what he was already doing. “Yeah, lick that up the side.” His servant at the time was bringing his tongue up and down across the side of Jono's left nut. The gil being just lost in it, not sensing time anymore, as they always do when they are serving manhood. All he could see in front of him was loose, low hanging heavy nut. Light brown and hairy. The gil thought only of making it feel good for his master. If so, then maybe his master will feed him.
He then licked his way further forward so that he could lick the front of the sack and run his tongue across both of them at the same time. He loved the site of it and was grateful to be the one to serve it. When he saw it, it looked to him like it was just supposed to be sucked on, as if it required it. And he was happy to know he did it right, judging by his master’s moans, even though he could only suck on one of them at a time. They were too big to both fit into his mouth at once. Every time he tried to push the second one in with his fingertip, the other one would pop back out. Luckily his master didn't mind. He was satisfied with just one of them being taken care of at a time.
The gil was grateful for the protection of living there. Grateful that Jono had saved him from the wild men who were hunting him some days ago, north of the peninsula. Since then, while cleaning Jono's clothes or cleaning his house, all he thought about was getting to serve Jono's jock, getting to suck his nuts and his dick. Getting to drink the manhood from it if he did it right.
Jono had originally found him beyond the north wall of trees that separated the peninsula from the body of land beyond it. He had found him hiding up in a tree after having been chased by a gang of the wild men who live in the forest north of the peninsula and south of the mountain of the gils. Jono used his handsome smile to lure the gil down, thinking that he must be in that place because he came down from the mountain where his people live and had dared to wander into the land of the alpha men. All by himself without any of his people.
Jono had appeared safe to the gil, who was instantly attracted to him in a way that almost made the gil catatonic and fall out of the tree. He had climbed down to pledge himself to Jono. Then when they were on their way south, walking quickly toward the wall of trees, two of the wild men found them. They rushed at Jono to tackle him and try to break him. Jono hated these kinds of fights because the wild men did not fight with a code. They only acted as villains, not caring about their opponent. No mercy from them, and no respect for a fellow fighter.
That was several days ago, and Jono had defeated them. The gil was so grateful for the safety that he got to enjoy since then. Nothing to threaten him and make his heart race since he had come down from the mountain, come down to look for sources of manhood that he was only able to dream of. And back then when he used to dream, his body had not yet been adapted inside by Men. He had never tasted a real man's seed before, so his body had not yet needed it for nutrition. That dormant gene in him had not become activated yet by the introduction of a fighter's semen, but by the time that Jono had brought his new gil home, that had changed.
“Sir can I suck you off?” the gil now said to Jono, looking up to his face, to his square chiseled jaw, to his wavy light brown hair on his head. Jono felt annoyed at the question.
“Nah ah. You can't have that yet. I have a fight coming up later. I'll let you feed afterwards.” The gil didn't understand. Instead of resuming the licking he continued looking up to Jono's face as if he still wanted to know about why not.
“A man can't ejac before a fight. He needs to keep it. He can't be spilling out his manhood when he needs it for a fight. You don't know how it is. We do. I need to keep that fire in my gut or I’m gonna do a bad job when my buddy comes over here expecting a good workout from me. I don't want to let him down.”
“Yes, of course sir, I understand.” And he went back to licking. Hearing Jono do his familiar quiet moan, sounding as if it hurt, but the gil knew Jono made that sound when the job was making him feel extra good. He licked all across the big right nut, tasting manhood. Cleaning it off for him with his mouth. Letting the thick warm dick rest across the top of his nose and his eyes.
“Maybe Alex and I will have you suck off the winner of the fight, and make the loser have to wait until afterward. I'll ask him when he gets here.” He said, with his lips pressed together, looking serious.

“Yes sir.” he said back, “I’ll be glad to serve him for you again.” Jono was glad none of his friends were here now to see him explaining himself to a gil. They would have thought he had gone soft. Maybe force some extra fights on him to try to help him come back around, as if he just needed to sort himself out about something, and needed his friends’ help. That's not what it was, though. Jono felt more mercy for the gils than these other guys did. The other guys never considered what it would be like to have that kind of a body.
The gils were slightly bluish. They were three inches shorter than all of the beige-skinned alpha men. They had a small amount of some muscle on them but not nearly as much as the alpha men did who lived on the land below, around the bottom of their mountain. Their shoulders were almost half as broad. They had bluish-grey hair curly hair on their heads, but nowhere else. They had no pubes. Their penises were the most unthreatening and juvenile ones imaginable and their nuts were like tight little acorns.
Some of the men would laugh at them for being small, when a gil would sometimes be seen among the real men of the flatter land. Jono didn't like it when they did that. He didn't think they should ridicule. He thought they should focus on appreciating the service the gils provide.
His gil became lost in what he was doing, became overexcited and he sucked Jono's left nut into his mouth. And began making sure it stayed in his mouth. He tugged on it some, down toward the ground. Just a little, while he held his mouth on to it. And then at the same time he wiped his tongue across it while he held it into his mouth, making a slurping sound as he sucked it. Jono moaned out, he let his head drop back and softly hit the log wall behind him. The gil knew just how much to tug on it to make it feel good without hurting the man.
Jono leaned against the wall and much of his front was covered with sweat now. It was running down, following the trails made by all the lines of hard muscle going down him. All the way into his hair; his sweaty pubes. And the gil kneeling before him was licking them clean. A couple of the hairs had come loose into his mouth. He didn't stop to try to remove them. He knew Jono would not have tolerated that.
“Okay kid, now lick your way over to the other one and suck on the other one like that.” He said, down to the top of his gil’s head, even though the gil looked like he was 32 years old, Jono used that kind of language anyway to remind the gil of his position. The gil obeyed and after a few more licks, three seconds later he had the right one in his mouth, giving it an identical treatment. Jono let this therapy continue for several more minutes, meaning that he had an instinct that getting this thing done to him was healthy for him. That it was good for his body somehow and that it made him fill up with more juice.
Eventually his mind came back to time and place and he started thinking about preparing for his friend. To get his sparring gloves and mouthguard and put them by the door. To get a pitcher out so that he can scoop up cold ale for him and his friend after the fight, from one of the natural springs on the grounds where it bubbled out clean and pure. To get a rolled up leaf of the bis plant to smoke with him. He liked to treat his friends good.
“Alright. Kiss them both goodbye now. You're gonna stop.” The gil was disappointed, yet never would have thought of disobeying. He let the right one fall back out of his mouth. The hair on it wet, and sticking to it. He then went underneath it and kissed it, tickling Jono. Then went to the left one and softly kissed that one too. “Oh, now that's sweet.” Jono told him, to compliment him, and pushed him back away. Then bent down and pulled his shorts back up.
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Later, when Jono noticed Alex walking from the south, onto his property, he could tell that Alex hadn't spilled his seed either. He knew his friend that well. Alex would have been glassy eyed and grinning otherwise, and would not be walking like he was going to war, as he was now. He knew Alex would have been smart enough to save it anyway. Plus, Alex didn't have his own gil. When he used one it was because he shared somebody else's. And they were scarce in the flatter lands. And it was the only way to get sucked, because there is only one gender of the people of Furia. And it is Male.
As Alex was getting closer to the house, he noticed Jono and started grinning. He did two short hops with his dukes up, showing himself mimicking sparring and then went back into a walk with his hand out to greet his best friend. “Thanks for coming over to play with me, man. I appreciate it.” Jono told him.
“Aw, you don't have to thank me, man. It's good for me too. Plus, it's an honor to fight you.” Alex told him back, his mouth becoming more serious looking. He was surprised Jono seemed to not know. He acted like he didn't know all of the men of the peninsula wanted to be his friend. He was a good influence on them, and they all wanted to be like him. If some of them were not living near the south of that body of land, they would have been to see him more often.
“What does the winner get to take?” Alex asked him. “A shirt from the other guy? Some pants?”
“No.” Alex told him back, “The winner gets sucked off.” He said while he pointed with his arm out to the side over at the gil. “By the house sucker.”, he answered. At this, the gil felt a shock of excitement in his chest. Building up anticipation for him.
Alex got his mouthguard out of his back pack and put it in place in his mouth. He reached back in it and got his gloves out, gloves that one of his friends had made for him a couple of weeks before. Got those on and held them forward, held them up to Jono to check on for him and to make them tight enough. When they were both geared up and ready, Jono looked to Alex, put out his hand to shake his and said, through his mouthguard, “Good luck bro. I hope you win… I'm not gonna just let you, though.” And grinned to him while he shook his hand.
They both bent their knees some, got into their stance, and started slowly shifting, moving closer to each other. Risking, right from the start, getting within the man's guard. Alex could see his opponent's naval a few inches above the waist of his shorts and aimed below that. With a left, right, intended to hit that wall with about 60% of his strength. Jono threw down a right block until his arm was rigid straight, and a left one, both of the forearms blocking the punches but getting Jono's forearms banged on for his trouble. He brought his guard back up then moved forward while lunging down to aim two of his own at the man, right below his stomach. His both landed at about 50% of his strength and just hit that wall of muscle.
Alex was ready for it. It didn't bend him. Then came a volley of attempts of both men to throw shots to each other’s chest and abs. About twelve throws in a row, all of them blocked. Thick hard forearms banged up again on both sides, the men hopping slightly with these efforts and starting to breathe a little more deeply. Over the next 20 seconds Jono landed two uppercut punches to the man's naval that did a good job, about 80% of his strength on those. Alex felt them and them being landed on him didn't surprise him at all. He ended up landing three good forearms forward into Jono's chest that scooted him backward a little and made Alex start getting a little proud of how he was doing.
Then Jono decided to be the first one to step it up and do a head shot. He threw out a jab meant to hit Alex's upper chest and deflect up to get his chin. It worked. It was purposely about 30% of what he could do and it sent Alex's head up some, and back. Alex shook his head twice like he was shaking it off and gave a nod down to his buddy, as if to say, he accepts it, and is good to keep going.
The men kept their eyes locked on each other as they stood at the ready. Bending forward slightly, facing each other straight on, Breathing heavily. And shot forward to grab each other's shoulders to try to pull the other man down. Neither man ended up being heavy enough to make that happen. The effort brought them close in so that they were too close then to keep their eyes locked.
They got into a clinch. Neither man could cock their arm back enough to be able to throw a strong punch. That's because both men had a hand grabbing the upper arm of the other man's that was trying to punch. So both men's blows were being held back and being made weak. They landed them. Several times on each other's cheek. But always with a hand desperately pushing on their punching upper arm to try to stop it. Not stopping it but just making the punches weaker.
They were both trying to push each other back at the same time that they were trying to land headshots. Starting to swing more and more widely in an attempt to keep from being taking down. Both men scared. The fun kind of scared. Jono got smart and twisted to the left to have Alex close behind him as he held Alex’s right arm over his right shoulder and then twisted down, forward, for a flip. He flipped Alex over him as he put his left hand under Alex's head so that when his back slammed down on the ground his head would not hit the hard ground.
Alex let out a grunt. He twisted over forward and lunged forward, almost in a crawling position, at Jono's legs to tackle him. Jono shifted to his left side while sending out a punch to Alex's right cheek to parry Alex’s whole body out of the way. It worked and it detoured Alex's descent back down to the ground on to his stomach. Alex went to stand up, slowly. Looking to see if Jono would let him. Jono stood still and just breathed heavy. Glad for the chance to catch up with his breath.
Alex stepped forward to Jono with and intimidating posture. His elbows out to the side, his fists pointed at Jono, showing the muscles of his upper back coming out the side like wings. The middle of his eyebrows furrowed down making him look too focused. He stepped in, in a calculated move and grabbed Jono in an unpredictable way. Jono realized he was being grabbed in a specific way for a throw. Alex used his back to throw Jono over him, making him turn around in the air and land 5 feet away.
Alex moved to where he landed and slid himself on to him fast, to try to pin him down from the front while he could. Jono moved his arms to lock Alex's behind his back, then turned him over and did a scissor hold around Alex’s legs, exposing his stomach. Jono then got away with four good punches right above Alex's navel. Jono had scratches up across his bare back from small sticks and acorns that had been underneath him. He had a cut on his right trapezius and was bleeding some.
Alex freed his arms to try to catch Jono’s arms to stop him at his ground game. He was able to get out from under Jono and get him onto his back again. He got his right leg trapping Jono's left arm down to his side. Leaving the left side of his head exposed. Alex was a gentleman though. He knew it was against the code to clunk your buddy’s head hard up against the ground, or against a tree. So he reached behind Jono’s head with his left glove to lift his head off the ground. Then with the right one, gave three good rights into Jono's left cheek. They stunned the man.
Jono’s adrenaline rush made him use all his strength to get his body up from under Alex. He got his gloves on Alex's chest and pushed him off even while Alex was still trying to throw headshots at him. That had both men again ending up in a standing position in front of each other. Both of them breathing heavily and staring at each other's fighter’s spirit through the other man's eyes. “How far do you want to go man?” Alex asked him.
“With you? All the way.” Jono told him back, with a weary smile. He knew what Alex meant. That we keep fighting until a man gets knocked out cold. Not stopping because he speaks that he gives up, or because he taps out. That we don't let the lesser man's choice have anything to do with it. Alex thought the answer he received was the greatest compliment that he could be given.
“Yeah? You want to go all the way down?”
“Yeah man. I'll go all the way down with you bro.”
Jono was telling the truth at the beginning. He did want Alex to get a win. He had noticed Alex won about 40% of his fights, or maybe less. He had caught Alex feeling down about himself sometimes after these losses. He wasn't going to take a fall now though and let Alex win. He knew that would be worthless to Alex. He would just get mad at Jono for giving him a pity win that he didn't earn.
But then when he saw Alex's hard left that was being thrown at his cheek in his peripheral vision, and Jono had the peripheral vision of a bee, he decided to not move out of the way, even though he had time. He acted like he was focusing on Alex's other arm instead, his right one that was cocked back. As if he was worried about that one. And one eighth of a second seemed like eight seconds. And the fist connected and rocked his head. Jono heard a loud thud in his head, and that weird feeling that seems like juice squirting around in your head somewhere.
With unfocused eyes, Jono swayed and struggled to keep his balance while trying to stay in stance and facing Alex's further blows, parrying them off, having to accept others. But being a good blocker and being able to land some back. But both men were only punching at about 40% strength now. They were wearing out. Jono started doubting that he could stop Alex from beating him. He didn't on purpose let Alex land any of those other punches, just that one. But Jono realized that when he did that, that changed the timeline of the fight. It started going better since then for Alex.
The gil watched from his position leaning against the wall of the cabin, facing the west, greatly excited at being able to watch these two men, just mesmerized and watching the tanned flexed muscle in its force-on-force. Like rams bucking horns just because they like how it feels to buck horns. To the gil he could not guess which man would win, it looked like it would be a tie. Or that both would lose, because they both looked like they were about to get knocked down and collapse at any time and then it would be over for them.
He thought about the fact that these men were doing this to each other, though they were not enemies and that they liked each other and were willing to be vulnerable like this with each other. Thinking about this, the gil got hard, as hard as a gil could get, meaning that his skinny three inches went to half-mast.
Alex was leaning slightly forward into Jono, trying to drive him back. Jono was trying to counter this and make Alex back up but he couldn't get the leverage with his feet. He was too upright because of Alex's advance. And while Jono was successfully landing blows, he thought for a moment that he could turn this around. But no. Alex came in with an uppercut at an angle to the left side of Jono’s jaw and knocked him back good, his feet got off the ground and he landed flat on his back.
Alex looked down at him as the next seconds went by, looking to see if Jono was going to get up and keep going. Trying to assess him and see if it was over, was he out maybe; letting some seconds go by to wait for the man on his back to move.
Jono didn't black out. But so close. He was dazed. The blackness was encroaching in from the outside of his vision, closing in the circle closer to the center, like looking through a telescope backwards. It was threatening to close up all the way. His eyes were two thirds closed. Jono knew where he was but didn't have any fight left in him to get up and keep going. Alex had taken it out of him. Jono just submitted to his position and just layed there still wondering what Alex was going to do with him. If Alex knew he wasn't out he could keep going. Alex didn't really have to stop if he wasn't out. He waited to find the will to move.
Alex looked down at him and said “You're done man, you can't fight.” He got down to kneel next to him and lean his palm down on Jono's stomach. A dominant position rather than standing on him. “Accept it man, you're done.” And that was Alex's perfect moment, where time stopped for him while he considered, he just bested this man who he thought was the better man. Something opened up in his chest and he was so happy. His head got so quiet and he felt so right. And then came the next stage, gratitude to his buddy that was on his back.
“Hey man do you want me to help you sit up? Or do you need to keep resting for a minute? Open your eyes.” he saw Jono had a cut on his lip, on the side of it and had blood on his mouth guard.
Jono obeyed him and mumbled “Yeah I'll sit up.” And he moved just his right forearm to lift it up for Alex to take his hand. Jono used it to sit up but started to tip back some. So, Alex sat behind him back to back to use his own back to hold Jono up while he rested it off for a couple of minutes. Watching the men interact this way, the gil got so horny that he thought he was going to go crazy, watching this. He could not wait to be used to serve.
The men stared forward recalling images of the fight in their minds. They let their heads rest back against each other. The gil stayed still, staring forward with his jaw slacked down. Staying quiet out of respect. Watching the fighters in their heavy breathing. After a minute Jono began to try to stand up, using Alex's back to lean against. Noticing this, Alex did the same thing, staying back to back until they both stood.
Jono turned around to face him, his arms hanging limp that his sides as if he was too tired to raise them. He told Alex, “Good going on your win man. You are the better man.” as he took his glove off and reached out his hand to shake Alex's. When Alex took it, that was Jono’s favorite moment, the after fight handshake made him feel better than anything. And they both let their heads drop some, moved in and touched the top of their foreheads together, closing their eyes and feeling the brotherhood between them.
“I feel awesome. And you gave that to me. Thank you, man.” Alex told him, doing a soft fist to the man's chest to emphasize it, after they had stepped apart and looked forward. Jono was glad for Alex, for his win, and feeling honorable about his own loss, knowing that he didn't let him have it. He just let him get that one shot. That secret shot. Alex led him over to a bench that was in front of that wall of the cabin and to sit down there and rest. Alex sat down with him. He asked him to take out that rolled leaf now to smoke. They enjoyed that together while they started to play along like they were arguing. Teasing the gil:
“I'm the winner, so you have to defer to me, I say you go over and get sucked.” Alex told his friend.
And Jono told him back. “You know that's not natural. The winner takes the prize. Now go out there to him and get yourself treated.” Alex grinned his mischievous grin, handed Jono the burning leaf, and went over to get served. The gil noticed how much physical communication went on between the men. It made him as attracted to them as seeing their muscles did. He descended to his knees as he saw Alex approaching him.
Alex stopped in front of him and pushed down his shorts. He said down to the top of his head, “You know what you have to do.” The gil, without looking up, bent his face to put his open mouth underneath Alex’s thick penis which was hanging down in front of the heavy sack. He brought his mouth up to let gravity sink it in to his mouth. As he put it in all way, he began to suck tightly on it, feeling how wide, yet soft it was. He tasted precum on it right away and felt lucky to be here as he squinted some to keep the sun out of his eyes and put five sucks onto the penis.
Then he put that mouth underneath Alex’s right nut and sucked it in, starting to work on it. “Yeah, that’s right.” Alex told him, looking down at the top of his head, “It’s a package set. You gotta suck the whole thing. Nuts and all. Looks like my brother has you trained.” The brother in question was leaning forward on the bench with his forearms on his lap. Feeling beat up but feeling good. Looking down at the grass and the vines on the ground and resting up while he listened to Alex give instructions.
“Yeah, that’s it, get the other one too.” He had his arms hanging down and looking straight up as he squinted his eyes almost closed with the feeling. Then looked back down at the top of his head. “Look, you got me straight up, torqued. I’m proud of you.” Alex said, noticing how fast he went straight up just from having his nuts sucked. “Alright, now get back on the dick.” And the gil sucked, without raising himself up on his knees high enough at first.
“Hey don’t bend me backwards. It’s a tendon. You hurt a man when you do that. You can’t go straight forward. Get up higher on your knees... that’s right. Now put your mouth up over the top of it and suck down on it. That’s how you suck it when you’ve got it torqued up like that. Yeah, that’s it, there you go.”
And the gil tried to do extra good work and he managed to get it all the way down, clamped his lips down on it tight, to try to make it feel like a virgin hole. And pulled on it with his mouth. Not letting it slide back, staying all the way down on it the whole time, and pulling on it with his mouth. This got Alex’s head spinning just like the smoke did. He let his head swing back, then down, then cried out an “Oh yeah!” And Jono could tell from the sound of his voice that Alex was about to ejac. He knew his buddy.
Alex grabbed the gil’s head and started thrusting into it. Jono noticed Alex's instinct and took that as a sign that Alex can’t just stand up and get sucked off all the time, sometimes he needs to push. He’s maybe not getting laid. Maybe he never got the chance. He probably needs to. He wasn’t going to ask Alex though, because he didn’t want to embarrass him. And then he got an idea. Knowing Alex’s birthday was the next day.
The gil had done such a good job that there was no way any man was not going to finish in that mouth. If a man can’t finish in that mouth then it means there’s something wrong with him. He needs to go to the doctor. Alex ejac-d so hard that it hurt him. The gil was given a challenge to swallow it all but he managed to. He was worried about what his master would think if he had done a bad job on his best friend and spilled some, as if the gil didn’t respect the seed and appreciate having it fed to him.
After Alex made sure he was sucked clean, he pulled up his shorts. He gave a little shove to the gil to tell him to go over and serve Jono, who was still leaning forward resting, looking down at the ground. The sun browning his back some more. Alex called out to him. “Man you better let him do it or I’m gonna pin you still in a full nelson and make you stand there and accept it.” Alex told him, knowing Jono would take the words as Alex just messing with him, which he was.
The gil crawled up in front of Jono on the bench, moved his face down to get near the ground below Jono’s knees. He looked up into his open shorts. Pushed a short leg of them up to see better his hanging sweaty dick. And rose his mouth up to suck on it.

Published: 2022-02-26, viewed 116 times.