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The two men rolled across the floor, first one on top, then the other. It was still early enough in the match that they were respecting the rule barring punches to the face, but they found plenty of other targets for their fists. Hands closed around throats as they tried to choke each other out, and were quickly knocked aside. All the while, the jockstraps they were wearing became increasingly tight, as their cocks reacted to the body contact and the intensity of the match.

Brian’s beard was turning out to be an unexpected weapon. It was long enough to get in Jesse’s eyes when Brian was on top of him, and it kept getting in the way when he tried to get his hand on Brian’s throat. Jesse cursed his own, close-cropped beard; it wasn’t helping at all.

The two men struggled to their feet, still locked in combat, but with Jesse’s head trapped in a headlock and Jesse smelling Brian’s rank armpit. Brian frog-marched him to the edge of the cage—and then, before Jesse could react, Brian had gotten behind him and grabbed a couple handfuls of Jesse’s hair! He pushed Jesse’s face into the cage wall, and then started grating it against the wall like cheese!

Jesse howled in pain and tried to reach behind him to break Brian’s grip, but he was in the worst position to do so, and both he and Brian knew it. Brian gave him a couple more good rubs, then switched his grip to Jesse’s shoulders and spun him around.

With Jesse leaning weakly against the cage wall, Brian’s fists began to dig deep into his middle, hammering shot after shot at Jesse’s unprotected gut. Jesse grunted in pain at each impact, which only made Brian smile and hit even harder. Jesse was holding himself up and holding back tears by the thinnest of margins from the beating he was taking.

Brian reached down and effortlessly lifted Jesse’s limp body into the air. With Jesse held over one shoulder, he strutted around the cage, with the spectators absolutely silent. Then, when he was facing the spectators, with a feral, almost inhuman snarl, Brian slammed Jesse, back first, down to the mat. The mat wasn’t THAT soft, and Jesse’s cry of agony reverberated throughout the bar.

Brian stepped over Jesse’s body and squatted down. Jesse had only a moment to register what was happening before Brian’s ass was in his face. The musky, manly odor that Jesse normally found intoxicating nauseated him now, and he had to force himself to keep from retching.

Brian, meanwhile, was putting on a show for the spectators. He flexed, a double bicep pose, the sweat on his body making his muscles stand out in full relief, then, his fists still clenched, delivered a pair of hard shots to the helpless Jesse’s gut. Brian smiled, the most vicious smile imaginable, and bracing himself on Jesse’s legs, began to wiggle his ass back and forth, rubbing it into Jesse’s face!

The spectators began to boo, jeering the musclebear as he humiliated his far more popular opponent. Brian shrugged, got to his feet, and with a couple of solid kicks to the ribs got Jesse to roll over onto his stomach.

Brian kicked Jesse’s left calf, then his right, spreading the other man’s legs open. Dimly, Jesse realized that he was about to lose, and in the worst way, and the knowledge seemed to give him new energy. Quickly, he got to his hands and knees, drew one knee in to his chest, then lashed out blindly with the foot, hoping for the best!

He got it.

Jesse’s foot caught Brian completely by surprise and right in the gut. The impact doubled Brian over, and since he was already leaning forward, the net effect was to make him headbutt the mat. He collapsed onto his stomach, his hands cradling his forehead as lightning shot back and forth behind his eyes.

Jesse took several deep breaths, trying to will strength back into his body. He looked behind him and saw that Brian had rolled onto his back. He slowly got to his feet just as Brian was sitting up, and dropped down behind him. He shifted his legs so they were around Brian’s waist, and then wrapped his arm around Brian’s throat!

Jesse knew that the match—fight, at this point—wouldn’t end if Brian tapped out, but the choke hold was sapping Brian’s energy, so he poured on the pressure and ducked his head behind Brian’s, even as Brian tried to claw at his face and hair. He felt some hair on his horizontal arm, and he felt around with his hand – and sure enough, Brian’s beard was within his grasp. He grabbed it and straightened out his hand, and Brian’s head was pulled to the side even as Jesse’s arm crushed his windpipe.

Brian’s hands reached up, pushing at Jesse’s face, trying to free himself, but Jesse jerked his head to the side and left Brian’s hands grasping only air. But Brian’s hands quickly found Jesse’s face again, his fingers pushing into Jesse’s cheeks and the side of his nose – and then Brian deliberately poked Jesse in the eye.

Jesse’s hands reflexively came up to cradle his injured eye, releasing Brian from the choke hold, and Brian slowly got to his feet. All pretense at a wrestling match was gone now; Brian drew his foot back and kicked Jesse in the stomach, sending the other man down on his side in a fetal position. Brian threw another kick, and Jesse howled his agony for all the bar to hear. Again and again Brian’s kicks sent Jesse rolling across the mat in torment.

Jesse had reached the wall, and Brian bent over and forced him to his feet. He started throwing punch after punch, mostly targeting Jesse’s gut, but a couple found their way to his face. When Jesse bent over from a gut punch, Brian grabbed his head and threw a couple of knees into his face as well. The assembled men stood in silent shock at the beating Jesse was taking.

Jesse’s mind was reeling from the punishment Brian was inflicting on him, but as he blinked his bleary eyes, trying to clear them, he saw Randy at the edge of the cage. If the otter had been anxious before, he looked terrified now.

Time seemed to slow down as Jesse saw another fist coming for his face. He ducked, and Brian’s punch landed right in the wall instead. The other man howled in pain, shaking his injured hand, and Jesse, now fully invested in this being a fight, sent him staggering back to the middle of the cage with a right cross that spun Brian almost completely around.

Now it was Jesse’s turn to punish Brian’s middle with solid hooks that left the other man gasping for breath and holding his middle. An uppercut snapped Brian back upright, his beard flapping in the air, and Jesse couldn’t resist. He grabbed Brian’s beard with one hand and pulled, while the other landed a cross that sent Brian spinning into the cage wall!