The Young Fighter (Patreon)

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I had no interest in sport, and even less, in the type of sport my brother played. To me, it was less of a sport and more of a brutal, bloody, violent waste of time. Regardless, I was dragged to watch his MMA fight by our dad, who shared in Kyle's blood lust, and expected the same of me.

I was twenty, and whilst I wasn't in bad shape, watching the ripped, sculpted young men fighting in the caged octagon was making me rethink my workouts. Many of them were younger than I was, and yet they were bulging with muscle.

Kyle was on the undercard, which meant that even after his fight, we had hours left to sit through the violence. When he finally came out of the tunnel, he did so to a deafening roar of clapping, as well as some booing too.

I had to admit, my eighteen-year-old little brother looked quite good in his black shorts and gloves, and his washboard abs glistened under the strobes. He'd been training hard for months, and it was certainly showing now.

I hadn't been paying much attention to Kyle's constant discussions with our dad about his upcoming fight, but what I had gathered, was that there was some serious bad blood between him and his opponent.

From what I could tell, there'd been a lot of back and forth insults online between the two, with some of them being particularly personal. Regardless, I was eager for the fight to start and end, so I could finally get home.

When Kyle had finished his walkout, the lights dimmed and the music changed, and a moment later, my eyes widened.

I watched as a stunningly handsome young man strode from the tunnel. His skin was tanned, and looked as though it had been firmly stretched over his ridiculously muscular body. Almost every inch of his naked torso was covered in tattoos, with more painted onto his neck and even up the back of his shaved head.

There were no theatrics with him, he simply walked to the ring, jumped inside and pushed my little brother backwards, out of his way. The crowd roared, and my dad shouted some pretty nasty insults, before everything calmed down and the bell rang.

Of course, I was naturally rooting for my brother, but within the first ten seconds, I could tell that the model-like teen was going to destroy Kyle.

Whilst the entire rowdy crowd concentrated on the world class beating that the young man dished out to my brother, I was focused on the swinging bulge in his shorts. I couldn't take my eyes off it, and actually envied Kyle who was pinned to the floor, with the young man's crotch pressed against his face.

The first round ended, and Kyle limped back to his corner with his nose busted all over his face. My dad shouted his own tactics, which was quite ridiculous considering almost every other person in the deafening crowd did the same.

I continued watching the young man whose named I learned was Craig Knight, or like the screen said, Craig 'The Fight' Knight, which was much more creative than Kyle 'The Bull' Benson. The Bull was currently in the process of whining to his coaches, whilst Craig was already back on his feet, jumping up and down in place whilst his phenomenally large member bounced with him.

Round two was even more brutal than round one, and even I winced as Craig beat the living shit out of Kyle, until the young man frantically crawled away from him, much to the entertainment of the crowd.

It was clear to tell that Craig was simply toying with Kyle by the end of the round, and even pulled my brother's shorts down to further entertain the hysterical crowd. My dad had gone completely silent, and I was still glued to the bulge in his shorts.

Finally, after only a few seconds of the third round, Kyle called it quits and had his coach throw in the towel. Craig was evidently the opposite of a sore loser, and was a horrid winner. He made lewd hand gestures to my brother and his coaches, grabbed his crotch as he did, and even spat in their direction as he and his team celebrated the win. He certainly seemed like an interesting character.

An entirely brutalised Kyle joined us an hour later, and sat in silence through the next fight as my dad and I tried to console him. His eyes were already swollen to the size of golfballs, and his nose continued to bleed down his shirt.

"I'm going to find a toilet" I told them, and Kyle pointed up at one of the doors.

"Use that one" he mumbled, "and take this".

My brother handed me his lanyard, which apparently gave me access to the private facilities, and I left as two new young men began to bludgeon each other behind me.

It felt much nicer backstage, with the sound of the roaring crowd fading away in the distance. Young men either fresh and ready, or bloodied and broken, walked by me as I searched for the restrooms, until finally I found them and pushed my way inside.

Instantly, my eyes landed on Craig Knight. He was standing at the urinal, his huge cock draped in his hand as he shot a strong stream of piss into porcelain. He glanced up at me, paused for a moment and looked up to the ceiling as he finished relieving himself.

I would have happily stood and stared at his large manhood for the rest of the night, but I risked the same fate as my brother if he caught me again, and so I shuffled into a cubical and emptied my bladder.

I opened the cubical door, and as I did, I gasped. Craig stood directly in front of me, a sly grin spread across his handsome, tanned face, as he grabbed the lanyard around my neck and stared at it.

"You his boyfriend?" He smirked, and I noticed the gold tooth in his mouth.

"B... Brother" I stuttered, and he nodded deviously.

"Well after all his shit talking online" the young fighter shrugged, "I think he got what he deserved, don't you?"

I swallowed a lump in my throat as I studied his veiny biceps.

"I... I uh... I don't really get involved" I gulped nervously.

"No?" Craig sneered, "well you're involved now, ain't you?"

"I... I am?"

"Yep, and I want you to give your little brother a message from me"

"What message?" I asked, my heart racing in my chest.

"Get on your knees" the young man snarled, and my eyes widened.

"Excuse me?" I scoffed, my brow furrowed.

"You heard me, get on your knees".

I shook my head, and made to walk by him, but the muscular stud slammed his arm out in front of me, and pushed me backwards.

"You're not leaving here until I get what I want" he shrugged, "so get on your fucking knees".

If this was some type of humiliation tactic to use against my brother, it was certainly working. Did he want me to apologise or some shit? As I said, I was in good shape, but I didn't stand a chance against this guy.

"Fine" I spat, acting as though I wasn't on the verge of tears.

I dropped to my knees in the pools of piss and felt utterly miserable as Craig laughed at me. I could smell his ripe body odour from the exertion of the fight, and simply knelt before him as he grinned.

"Don't worry" he snarled, "we'll both get what we want now".

I watched in awe as the young MMA fighter slipped his thumb into the front of his shorts and lowered them down to reveal a stubbled groin and huge, flaccid, cut cock. My mouth began watering almost instantly.

"Didn't think I caught you staring?" He smirked, shaking his large tool inches from my face, "so go ahead, get your lips around it, bitch".

My mouth instantly watered as I stared at his juicy looking meat. I didn't even think about it, I simply followed my instinct and lipped his pole into my mouth and began sucking it instantly.

I'd sucked a dick before, but nothing like this, nothing as large, and nothing attached to somebody as breathtakingly beautiful as Craig. I could taste the sweat from him, and felt my own cock grow in my trousers.

"Damn you're just as pathetic as your brother" he laughed, grabbing a handful of my hair and dragging me up and down his hardening rod.

I could barely take half of it as it continued to grow, until it reached at least nine inches and was causing me to gag violently with each rough stroke.

Craig didn't seem to care, thrusting every inch of himself into my throat as I retched and trashed beneath him.

As violent as the teenage fighter was, I had never been as horny in my life. I sucked as best I could, my throat being forced open as he fucked my mouth and began to spill wads of pre-cum down my neck.

"Good little slut, ain't you?" He gasped, slapping my face, "look up at me, slut".

I obeyed him, staring up at him with watery eyes and instantly seeing the flash of his camera.

"Ah, ah" he sneered, "keep on sucking until I tell you to stop".

My heart raced. What was he planning on doing with the photo? Would he post it online? Send it to Kyle?! My mind went into overdrive as he continued to skull fuck me brutally.

"Keep your mouth open, slut" he grunted, pulling his soaking tool from my throat and jerking it roughly above me.

I did as he said, and watched as he moaned and stiffened. His huge balls bounced as he wanked, and then finally a gasp escaped his throat and he aimed his huge prick directly at my face.

The first rope splashed across my nose and eye, almost blinding me as he orgasmed. The second one was even larger, squirting across my lips and onto my outstretched tongue. The third, and equally large deposit drenched my cheek, and the breathless eighteen-year-old continued to add to the mess until my entire face was covered in his hot, thick sperm.

Craig squeezed his semi-erect cock from base to tip, draining the last of his seed onto my tongue as I knelt there, defiled and desperately horny.

"Now don't you move a muscle, slut" he hissed, and lifted the lanyard from around my neck, holding it next to my cum streaked face.

He lifted his phone again, snapping another picture before staring at it and laughing evilly.

"Next time your brother starts talking shit" he spat, "he'll see this".

Craig turned the phone around to me, and I glanced at it with one eye glued shut with cum. I looked awful, with thick globs of cum dripping down every inch of my face, and my eyes red and watery from the brutal throat buggering.

"So keep your little brother on a tight leash" he smirked, "or I'll have the two of you sucking my dick next time".

Craig walked out of the restroom with confidence, leaving me alone, horny and terrified. I'd certainly be ensuring that my brother kept his mouth shut from now on.