They'd have the master’s guest solid in no time. His hand not able to hold back. Stroking away like he couldn't stop himself. They’d get a good rate for this job if they played their cards right. The hefty sucker wasn't coming out of the pit under its own steam. It went without saying, it’d go into the pit unarmed. Wasn't meant to walk out on its two feet. Hardly the point. "Remember .. not to rush it. It’s new to this. You'll take it down soon enough. But winning's not the point. Give the master his good performance, a bashing to remember. Take this sucker a few times around the houses. If it goes down, give the sucker a breather. It's the guest's blood you're getting up ..." The fight master jabbed a finger at one fighter's groin .. making him twist defensive away. A reminder where the guest's blood should be up. "HIS blood gets up. Get it? Not yours. Keep that fucking bloodlust of yours where it belongs. In your fists. Not in a stiff cock. Right?" He didn't need to say that .. they knew. But when a fight went too easy, competitive men like these could get carried away. Press the advantage too soon, finishing the job too fast. The animal in them coming out. "Beat the shit outta the sucker. But take your time." The fight-master's head indicated the patsy. "Untie it." While the brawny brute was rubbing the blood back into its hands, the fight-master pointed at the skins it was wearing. "Lose those. YOU fight naked." The pit They didn't waste any time showing who was boss. Out to make their mark from the start. A long wooden staff whirring savagely above the head, one fighter drove the newbie back towards the wall, cornering him. Not that he had anywhere much to run. The pit was meant to be small. So the guests looking over the wall felt like they were right on top of the action.
They'd have the master’s guest solid in no time. His hand not able to hold back. Stroking away like he couldn't stop himself. They’d get a good rate for this job if they played their cards right. The hefty sucker wasn't coming out of the pit under its own steam. It went without saying, it’d go into the pit unarmed. Wasn't meant to walk out on its two feet. Hardly the point. "Remember .. not to rush it. It’s new to this. You'll take it down soon enough. But winning's not the point. Give the master his good performance, a bashing to remember. Take this sucker a few times around the houses. If it goes down, give the sucker a breather. It's the guest's blood you're getting up ..." The fight master jabbed a finger at one fighter's groin .. making him twist defensive away. A reminder where the guest's blood should be up. "HIS blood gets up. Get it? Not yours. Keep that fucking bloodlust of yours where it belongs. In your fists. Not in a stiff cock. Right?" He didn't need to say that .. they knew. But when a fight went too easy, competitive men like these could get carried away. Press the advantage too soon, finishing the job too fast. The animal in them coming out. "Beat the shit outta the sucker. But take your time." The fight-master's head indicated the patsy. "Untie it." While the brawny brute was rubbing the blood back into its hands, the fight-master pointed at the skins it was wearing. "Lose those. YOU fight naked." The pit They didn't waste any time showing who was boss. Out to make their mark from the start. A long wooden staff whirring savagely above the head, one fighter drove the newbie back towards the wall, cornering him. Not that he had anywhere much to run. The pit was meant to be small. So the guests looking over the wall felt like they were right on top of the action.
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