I didn't have a drink during this break. We all went into the living room while one man (I don't remember what his "handle" was) checked Backbreaker's knee. It wasn't injured but a bag of ice was requested and now Backbreaker was sitting alone in the bedroom, looking miserable. I think if he could have walked on his left leg he would have left in embarrassment but since it hurt too much to stand he would stay for the last match and then try to leave quietly.
The man who had been looking at Backbreaker's knee joined us in the living room and said "his knee will be fine." George shrugged and sipped his drink, not the slightest bit concerned that he might have done more damage. "He wanted a submission fight and I got him to submit," George said defending himself, although nobody had accused him of doing anything wrong.
Pinfall approached me and asked if I wanted a drink. I shook my head and he smiled and asked if I was nervous. I was honest and told him I was but he squeezed my shoulder gently and told me I would do fine before he walked towards the bar to get a refill of his drink. I followed him with my eyes as he walked away and saw George glaring at him before he walked up to me.
"You know he only wants to fuck you," George told me matter-of-fact. "So?" I asked, wondering why it was any of his concern.
"Because I want to fuck you" George said, just as matter-of-fact as his first statement. I suddenly wanted a drink but knew it would give George the wrong idea if I walked away now. "You could both fuck me," I said half-jokingly but he leaned in to say "you forget that tonight is all about competition ... I don't want to just fuck you without some kind of challenge first."
"I'm not a prize," I said thinking now would be a perfect time to fetch myself a drink. George said "would it be any different than what you did earlier ... or what you're going to go in there and do in a few minutes?"
He was correct ... I just didn't want to admit that he was.
He moved even closer and said "you would enjoy fucking either one of us ... right?"
I didn't like the implication that I was a whore but he was right - I would sleep with either of them. I would have preferred if this were more than some porn-video "foreplay" the way George was making it out to be. "I'm not that easy," was all I could figure out to say.
George snickered and said "wouldn't you love having two men fight for a chance to spend the night with you?" I thought about it a moment. It was flattering, I just wasn't sure that our host would be into it. As if he could read my mind (more likely he read my stiff cock as it throbbed in tune with my heartbeat) because he said "let me go ask him." Before I was able to object George was over by our host and the two began conversing, each of them taking turns to look at me ... hungrily.
Pinfall came over to me and asked me if I was certain about this and I nodded -- trying to be as convincing as I could that I wasn't having dozens of second-thoughts. Our host turned to the crowd and said "gentlemen, may I have your attention for a moment? Mr. Armbar has challenged me to a battle for a very valuable prize! If none of you object he and I would like to have our fight right now and then proceed into the bedroom for our main event.
The men agreed that they were fine with this. Jack came over to me, put his hand around my shoulders and said "don't keep my friend here waiting too long ... he's already worried because he knows I'm goin to win!"
I stepped away from him and said "we don't know anything until we get onto the mat!" Some men made a soft "oooo" sound at my defiance, which I won't deny enjoying. Jack continued to smile as I walked towards the bar to get myself a refill as some of the men assisted Pinfall in clearing a space in the center of the living room by moving a coffee table against a wall. We all stood around the Persian rug that was left on the floor while Pinfall and George moved to the center of the carpet.
"Mr. Armbar and myself have agreed on a cockfight ... the winner will be the first man to cum or submit. Our hands are not allowed to be used on any part of the body. Also, we are not allowed to pull away from the other man -- we must stay together unless one of us has the advantage and is going for a maneuver. If either one of us cheats the contest is over and the other fighter wins."
The man who had been attending to Backbreaker said "are you sure you two want to do this on a Persian rug?" Pinfall smirked and said "if this were a real one, I'd be concerned ... but this isn't my first time in this suite so I know this is fake."
There was a round of laughter from some of the men as our host and George squared off in the center of the rug. The two men were built the same and their cocks were both hard, thick and around the same length. Both were thin and lean and well defined. I'm sure George was aching from the rough match he had just had but he wasn't showing it.
The men put their arms behind their back and widened their legs, both staring down at their weapons as they took a step closer to each other. Pinfall made the first move by swinging his hips to the right and then swinging his cock back towards the left, smacking it against the side of George's cock.
"Ow!" said George, laughing a bit. "That thing's like a baseball bat!" He turned his own hips to the right and swung his cock back against Pinfall's, causing Pinfall to stagger back a bit. Both men glared at each other, smiling at the promise of the evenly matched cockfight they were about to have, as much as the men in the room were anticipating watching it.
It wasn't long before the two men were slapping their hard cocks rapidly against the other. They grunted and moaned as their cocks fought, neither man letting the other man get the upper hand.
But George really wanted to win and he suddenly stopped slapping his cock against Pinfall's rod and moved his cock underneath his opponent's shaft and drove his big cockhead into Pinfall's balls. Pinfall closed his eyes and rolled his head back as George began to stab his cockhead into Pinfall's balls.
Pinfall widened his legs dropped his forehead onto George's shoulder as George rhythmically stabbed his cock into Pinfall's nuts several times until he pulled back and stared at our host -- trembling and moaning.
