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It had worked out just as I had planned. I’d had a good time beating up on Johnny Lewin’s A1 students without expending too much energy and it had all had the desired effect of pissing off Johnny. So it’s Johnny who demands the fight that I have been playing for all along.

‘And we don’t need an audience for this one do we?’ I’m still standing very close to Johnny, our faces just inches apart. ‘I mean, this is personal.’

Johnny doesn’t answer immediately. There’s a nervous tic just under his right eye which shows just how on edge the guy is. ‘Yeah, it’s very personal.’ I can feel his breath on my face. Then he breaks the moment and turns to the group. ‘Okay guys, that’s it for the night.’

As the class disperses I notice Johnny having a few words with Nick, Renato and Ferdie – probably consoling them about their humiliation at the hands of Eddie Branca.

The three of them shuffle off to the locker room. Eddie returns to me. ‘It’s guys like you that give mixed martial arts a bad name.’ As he speaks he’s taking off the old board shorts he’s wearing.

‘It’s wankers like you that make a fuckin’ mockery of no-holds-barred’, I come back at him, but I’m focusing my attention on the very brief white shorts he’s revealed. They hug his hips like they’re sewn on to them and they show off his equipment which seems to be showing the same sort of interest as my own.

‘Let’s see ya put ya money where ya mouth is!’ And he gives me a bit of a shove.

‘I’ll shove ya fuckin’ money up your ass, faggot!’ And I return the compliment with both hands, pushing him back a couple of steps.

Immediately he shapes up, just like in the cover pic on the magazine, and I feel the tingle of excitement in my crotch. It’s on!

Johnny circles me and sends out his first kick with his right leg which collects me on the back of my left thigh. And I have to say there’s quite a sting to it. He lets outs a hiss with the kick, but I make as if I haven’t even registered it. Actually I’m taking in that tatt of the snake winding round his body and down to the ankle of his kicking leg.

Even as I’m studying it, thinking what I’d like to do with it, he lashes out again with that simultaneous hiss – and the fucker’s on target. My leg buckles slightly and I let out an involuntary yelp. Well, it fucking hurt! And Johnny’s smiling now as he dances round me.

But this time I’m watching the way he shifts his stance and I see the front kick coming, aimed at my breadbasket, and almost as he gives out the hiss between his teeth I’m able to grab his ankle. His eyes open with surprise as he’s left hopping on his other leg. It’s my turn to smile as I give his ankle a nasty twist which neatly flips him onto the mat.

Straightaway I’m on to him, working the ankle, but I’m also inspecting the tail of the snake tattoo up close and, well, kind of licking my lips. But simultaneously Johnny has grabbed my foot, so it’s like a fucking tug of war, each trying to get the leverage to clinch the submission.

And that’s when I can’t help myself – I lick the tail of the snake and sink my teeth in – well I’m not really biting, more just nibbling. But it’s enough to send Johnny off the deep end. ‘You fucking dirty bastard!!!’ he screams.

In his surprise he had loosened his grip on my foot and I kick it free, quickly scissoring the leg I’ve got hold of and suddenly switching the angle of my attack to cinch up a knee bar. Perfect! I know I’ve got him. ‘Let’s hear it, fucker!!’ I shout.

He’s still fighting it, grunting and groaning like a pro wrestler.

‘You want me to do real damage huh? Like snap it?’

‘Okay, okay, I give, you fucking asshole!!!’

I take my time releasing his leg. We both get to our feet, a bit out of breath after all that sudden activity, warily eyeing each other. He’s still gingerly testing his leg as I move in to follow up my advantage. I reckon he’s not going to be delivering any more kicks for a while. I’ve got the smell of victory in my nostrils.

I flick out a left jab aiming at his head, implying that I’m looking to crack that ‘glass jaw’ which some of his detractors (me included) talk about. He raises his guard to keep me at bay. But my target is actually lower down, because when I’ve checked out his body in the pics I’ve worked out that the head of the snake is close to liver territory. So again, moving in on him, I send out another left jab to the head.

Except that this time it’s followed immediately by the right to the liver, hard and vicious, beautifully on target to the head of the snake that has so obsessed me. If you’ve ever had a hard punch accurately delivered to your liver you will know that it is a cause of intense agony. The moment I hear Johnny’s sharp intake of breath and see the look of disbelief in his eyes I know that the body punch has done its job.

He staggers forward, almost into my waiting arms. So it’s easy to lift my left knee up, sinking it into his balls to complete the job. Next thing he’s on the mat, writhing, struggling for breath. Looking down at Mr. Johnny Lewin, totally at my mercy, my cock has suddenly declared its interest.

I spread him out on his back and straddle him. He’s still helpless, paralyzed by the terrible pain stretching from liver to crotch. ‘That was good, huh, Johnny?’ I whisper to him. ‘Like to taste a bit more?’ But he doesn’t seem to be taking this in. I bestow a loving kiss on my right fist, raise it and – BAM! – slam it again into his liver. Oh man, this is fucking unnecessary but fucking beautiful!

I’ve never seen such a look of horror on the Lewin dial. He opens his mouth but no sound comes out at first. And then a thin, piercing high-pitched scream. My cock is rock hard.

Well, Eddie just can’t help himself now. I rip off those tight white shorts of his and roll him up, ass in the air. I peel back my own trunks, and reach down to take out the condom craftily tucked away there. Johnny is still in la-la land, so there’s no problem slipping the condom onto my gross donger and lining it up in his asscrack. I’ve got his legs pinned down either side of his face so he’s not in much of a position to object anyway.

As my stiff-as-a-plank penis announces all systems go for entry I can’t believe I am actually about to penetrate the ass of Johnny Lewin. Mission almost accomplished! My cock starts its journey down the tunnel of the alleged warlord of the martial arts. And, I have to say, it’s going in surprisingly easy. For a moment there’s a distant alarm bell ringing. Too easy? As my loaded weapon reaches its destination it dawns on me: Johnny Lewin has done this before.

Well, so what, I think. Stranger things have happened. So I start the piston action going. For a time I can tell he’s still in considerable pain from those punches to the liver, but then after a while he just seems to be relaxing into the action, eyes closed. And when I put my hand on his dick it’s to discover that something’s happening down there.

And somehow this really turns me on. We’re both hot and sweaty now, our bodies wet and slippery, and I lean back for a moment, letting go of his legs, savouring the moment, before resuming the in-and-out action. I’m on a high now as my excited cock edges towards the ultimate lift-off.

And then it happens. Johnny’s eyes are wide open and crystal clear. And I’m suddenly aware of what has transpired. Johnny has hold of my right arm, pulling it towards him. And I realize that he has wrapped his legs around my head.

‘Gotcha!’ says Johnny.

It’s a triangle choke. I’m trapped. I strain to break the grip of his legs, but he reaches up to pull his own foot downwards, tightening the scissor. I’m starting to choke from the pressure of my right arm and Johnny’s sinewy thigh on my neck.

‘No way out Eddie,’ breathes Johnny. ‘I can turn your lights out anytime I want to.’

And yeah, panic is setting in. I’m struggling for breath. And my cock is stalled, still jammed into the Lewin ass. He relaxes the pressure for a moment so I can get some air into my lungs. I know I must be getting red in the face.

‘These are your instructions, Eddie. You will shoot when I tell you. Then I will let you go. Understand?’

I make some sort of indeterminate sound. He’s playing with me now, subtly altering the pressure, up and down. And there’s not a fucking thing I can do about it.

‘Okay, Eddieboy, you will now shoot!!!’ he spits at me. And with that his sphincter muscles put a vicious clamp on my cock, imprisoned in his ass. And that sudden pressure starts to send me over the edge. Shiiit, I’m coming! Simultaneously he’s racking up the triangle choke, shutting off the air supply. So even as my excited member is shooting its load the room is starting to spin, my ears are roaring and the lights are dimming . . .

When I come to I’ve no idea how long I’ve been out to it – and I’m still in the triangle choke, except that Johnny has relaxed the scissor so that I can breathe. Big fucking deal! I’m totally spent. And there’s Johnny, relaxed and comfortable looking up at me with an evil grin on his face. ‘Welcome back Eddie!’

‘Lemme go!’ I manage to croak.

‘Nah. That was too good. Let’s do it again!’

And he pulls his foot down tightening the scissor again. This time I go under pretty quick. And, eons later, I surface again, bleary-eyed, throat parched, and there I am still in the triangle choke.

‘Oh Eddie,’ purrs Johnny. ‘This just isn’t your day! You can’t get enough of this triangle choke can ya? Third time lucky, fella!’

It’s like I’m drowning. I can’t breath, my vision blurs, the room spins, and I’m sinking into oblivion again.

Next thing I’m blinking, lying on my back, and there’s something big and red resting on my chin: with my still blurred vision I can’t quite make out what it is.

‘That was a triangle choke to die for, Johnny,’ someone says.

‘Yeah, fucking beautiful, coach,’ another voice chime in.

I’m now slowly adjusting to the new reality. There are three guys standing around watching. Yeah, it’s the trio, Ferdie, Renato and Nick. And then I realize that Johnny is sitting on my chest and the thing on my chin is the knob of his big stiff schlong.

‘How ya doin’ Eddie?’ Johnny inquires, slapping me across the face. ‘Now open wide and chew on this, baby!’ And he lifts my head off the mat and steers my reluctant mouth onto his cock. The thrust of his angry donger down my throat chokes me and almost puts me out again. But thankfully it doesn’t take long for Johnny to reach the point of no return. He withdraws and sprays a mighty load of manjuice all over me. The audience gives a cheer.

‘Now Eddie old fella,’ says Johnny getting to his feet and climbing into his old board shorts, ‘the boys have a bone to pick with you. They all want a return bout. Only fair wouldn’t you say? And Ferdie’s really hot to trot, aren’t you Ferdie?’

‘Now listen, Johnny, I’m not gonna –’ I’m trying to get to my feet but I’m still suffering from the after effects of the triangle choke.

But Ferdie is on to me before I’ve got a chance. I’m on my back again and before I know it the kid, who’s got fire in his eyes, has my right arm spread out and is delivering kneedrops to the bicep. And he’s yelling like a fucking madman. It’s not long before I’m screaming too as there’s no sign that he’s gonna stop.

When he starts to run out of gas he stops and settles for an armbar, with his knee pressing my head to the mat. ‘You like an armbar dontcha Eddie?’ he snarls and yanks my arm back against the joint with such sudden force that I scream.

The guys love that. ‘Work those dirty digits of his Ferdie,’ says Renato.

And Ferdie obliges, bending each of the fingers back as far as they will go.

I’m getting just a tad worried about my chances of surviving intact. ‘Okay okay I give!’

Nah,’ says Ferdie, ‘not yet ya don’t!’

‘Leave your mark on the bugger, Ferdie,’ says Johnny. ‘You know what I mean.’

And that’s what Ferdie does. He bends my index finger back again – and this time snaps it. The guys give a big cheer while I’m sobbing with pain and frustration. And next thing it’s Ferdie’s donger which I’m eating. Except the kid is so excited that he has hardly rammed his tool into my slavering mouth before he pulls it out to spray with me hot cum.

Ferdie can’t resist giving my right arm – which apart from the broken finger is numb from the kid’s assault – a final kneedrop before getting up and handing me over to the tender mercy of Renato.

‘Git up fucker!’ says Renato.

Well, that’s easier said than done, so Renato gives me a helping hand, pulling me to my feet by the hair of my head. Next thing, he has scooped me up in a crotch hold and after holding me up in the air for what seems an eternity powerslams me into the mat with such force that it winds me. The boys love that. So Renato does it again. This time I’m not only gasping for air but feeling as if my back is fucked.

Renato is standing over me enjoying the view and I can see his hard-on growing in his shorts. ‘Git up, faggot!!’ And when I don’t respond he roughly pulls me to my feet by the armpits and then immediately wraps me up in an underarm headlock. And it’s fucking tight, my face being shoved into his stinking armpit with such force that I’m soon having trouble breathing. I’m trying to say ‘I submit’ but all I can get out is a gurgle that chokes on his putrid sweat.

But before I pass out Renato throws me to the mat on my back and mounts me.

‘Work those miserable little pecs of his,’ says Johnny in that ice-cold voice of his, ‘and leave your mark.’

‘Sure thing, Johnny,’ growls Renato, and grabs both my pecs and starts to tear them apart. I’m so weak from the triangle choke and the bodyslams, not to mention one broken finger, that I can do little to dislodge the bastard. Then he lets go and sinks his fangs into my left nipple, chewing away while I scream a helpless protest, before moving over to my right nipple which he gives the same brutal treatment.

When he’s had enough of eating my tits he swings around and plants his big heavyweight ass right over my face. Once again I’m suffocating, struggling for breath as he rubs his whiffy asscrack into my nose and mouth. I black out after a minute of this and when I return to the land of the living there’s another angry monster of a dick demanding attention. Renato’s not as easy to satisfy as Ferdie, and by the time he finally unloads on me my mouth is feeling the strain.

‘How ya feeling Eddie?’ It’s Nick and he’s not looking all that concerned about how I feel. ‘Your tits just a little bit sore, huh? Just one more bout to go.’ Nick hoists me to my feet, though I’m pretty wobbly on them. ‘Hey I’ll even give ya a minute or two to freshen up, get yourself together.’

Ferdie and Renato make a joke of massaging my neck and shoulders and slapping me about, and Ferdie, the little smartass, even shoves a phial of smelling salts up my nose. All the time Nick is watching me with hungry eyes and stroking the bulge in his tight black trunks.

And then Ferdie and Renato virtually throw me in the direction of Nick who immediately dives in and takes me down pronto. He mounts me and immediately starts hammering my abs. I’m offering only token resistance; all I’m thinking is when the fuck is this beating gonna stop.

‘Hey Nick,’ says Johnny in that menacing tone, ‘remember our Eddie likes to throw headshots. You gonna do something ’bout that?’

‘Took the words out of my mouth Johnny.’ There is an evil look on his face as he examines my face. He brings his left forearm down onto my face and roughly slides it across, as if just on a test run. Then the same with the right forearm. Now he drops his left elbow onto my unprotected face, followed by the right.

This is fucking serious! I don’t want the Branca good looks being interfered with. But I’m weak as a kitten now and he easily brushes my hands aside as he goes to work. ‘No, no, please!’ I’m sobbing like a schoolkid. ‘Do what you like but don’t do a job on my face!!!’

Nick just chuckles and shakes his head. ‘Too late, Eddie, too late. I’m gonna leave my mark on you, that’s for sure.’ And now, while the cheer squad yells its delight, he starts pounding me with his fists. He’s in no hurry, just savouring every moment as he drops each bomb. It’s no time before I’m bleeding. He stops only to assess the damage. I’m whimpering uncontrollably and that seems to turn him on even more. He comes in close and delivers a short range headbutt to just above my left eyebrow. And another. And another. Now I’m bleeding like a fucking river. I’m a total mess.

Johnny calls a halt to the slaughter. The guys drag me to my feet and hold me up, because I can’t support myself. Johnny comes in close to inspect. "Nice job, Nick. Just one thing more, Eddie. You know the old saying – an eye for an eye and a tooth for a fucking tooth –’

And he plows his right with deadly force into my liver. The pain is excruciating and I pass out. When I come to I hear Nick saying, ‘I’ll take the bugger to the hospital.’

Johnny slaps me across the face. ‘Now listen, Eddie. I’ll write the interview and send it to you. If it’s not published within three months edited video extracts from tonight’s proceedings will go to all the grapping magazines – it’s all been recorded on our security cameras. Understand?’

I nod dumbly. Somehow Nick gets me dressed and to the hospital. Although still groggy from the four-pronged assault at the gym, I take in the fact the doctor, who is young, blond haired and well built, and Nick obviously know each other. He takes us to a private room where he examines me. ‘Wow,’ he says admiringly, ‘you guys have certainly done a job on this poor fucker. Each time you bring in one of these dudes I wonder how far you’ll go next time. Brilliant!’

Like he’s not even talking to me! He cleans me up, puts in the stitches (fucking painful) and puts my broken finger in plaster. When he’s finished I get up to go. ‘Not so fast,’ says Nick. ‘Say thankyou to the doc.’

And even as Nick speaks the doc is unzipping his jeans and producing his swollen member.

Afterwards I ask Nick to drop me back to my car outside the gym. Nick just shakes his head. ‘You’re spending the night with me, Eddie.’

‘No way!!’ I croak.

Nick grabs me by the balls. ‘Listen, cuntface, that’s a fucking order. It would be dead easy for me to go to work on your ugly dial again and open up those cuts – and leave you with some interesting scars, that’s for sure. Understand?’

It’s dawning on me that at Johnny’s gym this guy is the enforcer. He is totally mean. As for the night at Nick’s pad – well, that’s another story!

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