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Soldier Showdown 2 by MARS573@aol.com

 

Chapter II

The Lion and the Dragon

The Faceoff

The African watched the black helicopter fade into the bright blue sky then turned to look at the hanger, rusting from 40 years of disuse and the Pacific's salty air. He stared hard into the hangar's gaping black mouth where death waited. There he knew he would find an equally-muscled young soldier eager to test his strength and with no other thought but total victory in the man-to-man combat. They would fight. One would die. The muscles in the African's jaws locked and he began striding confidently toward the hangar.

The Asian could hear approaching footsteps but continued on with his rapid pushups, droplets of sweat raining down from his naked torso as his hardened chest and arm muscles strained at the effort. Finally, the tips of steel-toed combat boots came into his view, inches from his head. In one fluid motion, he raised his back and torso up and stood to face his enemy. The two muscled young soldiers locked eyes, facing each other in the blistering heat. No emotion showed on their faces. Both knew what was expected of him and how it was to be done.

Slowly, the African peeled off his white mesh T-shirt, revealing hardened chest muscles and ripped abs, the muscles flexing restlessly under his shining black skin. Eyes still locked, both males slowly pulled off their boots and their camoflaged pants revealing their semi-hardened cocks. Cautiously, the two gladiators approached until they were inches apart. The African placed his left hand on the Asian's shoulder. The muscles in the Asian's body tensed at the contact. A broad smirk crossed the African's face as he slammed right fist into the Asian's dangling testicles.

The Asian soldier grunted and shifted slightly, a grimace momentarily crossing his face, but instantly his features snapped back to a studied calm. The African's body now tensed as he lowered his arms to his side. In a flash, the Asian grabbed the African's shoulders and smashed his knee hard into the muscled fighter's low-hanging balls.

A look of shock crossed the young African's face, instantly replaced by a grimace of pain and a hoarse scream as he doubled up clutching his damaged manhood. The Asian returned to his parade-rest position, but his gleaming eyes proudly followed the staggering form of his enemy.

The African shook off the pain and looked up. A low growl rose in his throat as he reared his right foot back and launched it up in a soccer kick to the young Asian's cock, smashing it full-force.

Now it was the Asian's turn to cry out and crash to his knees, but in an instant he sent his right fist flying in an uppercut to the African's balls. The boy's fists lightly grazed the African's over-sized testicles. The black warrior glanced down at his enemy and shook his head, the smirk returning to his face.

Aiming between the kneeling Asian's knees, the African sent a swift kick to the Asian's purpling cock. The young Asian again cried out and shook off the pain as the African returned to his readied stance. The Asian tried to rise, but a grimace of pain crossed his handsome features. He now reached up and grabbed the African's hips to raise himself up. When he was nearly in a standing position, the young Asian launched his right knee full-force into the African's balls.

The young soldier yelped in surprise and pain. A flash of anger crossed his features and he savagely pushed the Asian back, rotated so his back faced his enemy and, turning his head to look behind him, sent a donkey kick savagely into the Asian's swollen ball-sack.

As the Asian screamed in agony and stumbled forward, the muscular African twisted around to face his enemy. The sweat-slickened chests of the young fighters crashed together as the Asian wrapped his arms around the African's neck and slammed his knee into his enemy's manhood, smashing the black warrior's balls up and back, stretching them back past his muscled ass.

A muffled scream escaped the African's lips as he doubled up. He moaned and glanced upwards, his face on par with the Asian's cock. With a grunt of anger, he lowered his head and launched himself forward, the top of his shaved head smashing into the Asian's dick and balls and launching the young fighter up and back, sending him crashing painfully to the hangar's floor. As the young Asian writhed on the floor in agony, the African approached and stood over him, his hands on his hips as he laughed at the sight of his downed enemy. The Asian, curled up on the concrete, looked up unsteadily, then in a flash, grabbed the African's ball sack with both hands and squeezed as he pulled himself upwards.

The African screamed and his knees buckled, but he stood his ground. The Asian now rose up and stood to face his enemy. Both males panted from pain and effort, their eyes locked in pure hate. It was the African's turn.

The glistening black gladiator now lowered himself to his knees, his face inches from the young Asian's battered scrotum. As his eyes still locked on his enemy, the African smirked, then launched his face forward and bit deep into the Asian's low-hanging ball sack.

The Asian screamed and attempted to push away from the African in a pained frenzy, but the muscled soldier just bit down harder, causing a trickle of blood to flow from the sack and down the African's lips. As the Asian crashed limply to the ground, the African opened his mouth so as not to castrate his enemy. As spasms of pain rocked the moaning Asian's body, the African stood and laughed over the downed form of his enemy while gently touching and stroking his own damaged manhood.

The Fight

The two soldier-opponents spent only a few minutes healing their wounded testicles and preparing for the fight. After each young gladiator pumped up his glistening muscles with whatever heavy equipment he could find, the two warily began to move closer together. The deep shame of losing the faceoff burned in the blood of the young Asian soldier.

As they stared into each other's hate-filled eyes, each fighter began to psych himself into a fighting fury, letting go of thought and calling forth ancient instincts of survival and combat that would allow him to fight to the death man-to-man, to kill and emerge the victor.

As the two naked, muscled fighters drew near, each raised a taped fist, brass knuckles forming deadly, glistening rings around each finger. As the two circled to within inches of each other, the African drew his left fist back and down. The Asian immediately lowered his fists to protect his stomach as the African's right fist suddenly flew up, grazing across the stunned Asian's mouth and twisting his face to the right.

As the Asian raised his fists to protect his face, the African sent a punch deep into the young fighter's rippled abdominals. The blow knocked the breath out of the Asian with a pained grunt and he began to double over when the African smashed his knee into the boy's damaged testicles.

As the Asian began to collapse to his knees, the African snapped his hands around his enemy's torso, holding him up limply only long enough to smash a right fist into the fighter's swollen and purpled balls, the force of the blow launching the Asian's body up and back, sending him crashing onto the hanger's concrete floor with the sound of flesh slapping pavement.

As the Asian cupped his damaged manhood in his hands and screamed in agony, the African walked quickly forward and sent a quick kick to the young soldier's face, snapping his head back and gashing cuts into the Asian's lips and chin.

The African again drew his foot back, but the stun of the first kick reawakened the Asian. He shot his hands upwards, grabbing his enemy's ample cock and testicles in both hands and savagely yanked, sending the howling African sliding forward and crashing onto the concrete.

Both muscular boys now tried to shake off the pain. They were inches apart when the young Asian snapped his right arm around the African's neck and sent three rapid punches to the black fighter's face, the brass knuckles cutting into the flesh as blood began to run from the young gladiator's nose and lips.

Still applying a crushing hold to his enemy's throat, the Asian now dragged the African into a standing position facing him. As the young African struggled, the Asian drew his right arm across his body and launched a backfist to his enemy's bloodied face. The African's head snapped to the left as the brass knuckle cut new bloody gashes into his cheek.

The Asian, screaming a battle cry, now reared back and spun, aiming a roundhouse kick to the bloody side of the African's face, cutting a new gash across the black warrior's cheek, the bridge of his nose and his forehead. The force of the blow sent the muscled young African in a spinning crash onto the hanger's floor.

The Asian now smiled as he approached his enemy, who clutched at his bloody face with his taped fists. Looking up, the young African saw his approaching enemy, and as the Asian drew back his foot, the African grabbed a jagged piece of metal from the hanger's floor, but not before he felt the Asian's foot crush deep into his ripped six-pack.

The African whimpered in pain as the Asian again drew back his foot, but the African slashed blindly upward, the jagged metal cutting into the Asian's right leg and drawing a thin, bloody line up and across his muscular stomach. The stunned Asian looked down at his bleeding abs. The African again drew back his fist with the jagged metal, but the Asian's head snapped up as he sent a knee crashing into the black fighter's mouth, knocking in two teeth and snapping his head back.

As the Asian soldier again drew back his knee, the African sent a fist slamming into the muscular fighter's bleeding and swollen testicles. As the Asian instinctively reached to cup his manhood, the African leapt up, his left fist sliding up the Asian's torso and the right sliding up the Asian's back. The young African's shoulder again smashed into the Asian's testicles as he flipped his enemy backwards onto the concrete.

As adrenalin pumped through his body, the Asian unsteadily rose to his feet as the African approached him. The two naked warriors came within inches of each other, fists raised, glistening chests heaving as each fighter tried to get his breath.

With a war cry, the young Asian sent his right fist into the African's swollen abs. The young fighter grunted but stood his ground, responding instantly with a twist of his upper body, sending his right elbow into the Asian's ribs.

The Asian grunted and also stood his ground, sending a right fist into the young African's bloody cheek.

With a pained howl, the African staggered back, clutching the side of his bloody and swollen face that sent rivulets of blood down his muscled torso. The Asian again reared back his right fist, but the African sent a quick left- right combination to the Asian's nose.

The Asian grunted in pain from the blow as blood began to trickle from his left nostril. A look of rage crossed his face and he howled as he smashed a brass-knuckled fist into the African soldier's abs and another fist to his damaged face.

The African cried out in pain, his left fist covering his damaged face and closed left eye. The young Asian rotated his torso and began to draw back his elbow, but the African sent a punch deep into the Asian's throat.

A look of shock crossed the Asian's face as raised bloodied fists to his throat, coughing in an effort to gain air. The African bared his teeth in rage as he sent a left fist to the retreating Asian's nose, snapping the boy's head to the left in a spattering of blood.

The African now smirked through bloodied lips and drew back his right arm, but the Asian ran forward, the bodies of the two gladiator's crashing as the Asian snapped his arms around the slickened flesh of his enemy and instantly sent a right knee deep into the African's abs. As the boy grunted in pain and began to double over, the Asian drove his knee into his enemy's testicles.

The screaming African began to double up, but his throat instead crashed into the Asian's shoulder. The two muscled fighters staggered unsteadily in the clinch as the Asian tried to send more knee hits into the African's stomach.

Each fighter could feel the sweat-slickened muscles of his enemy tensing with effort as the two fighters grappled. When the bloodied soldiers were within a few feet of the rusted hulk of an airplane's fuselage, the African reached up and grabbed a fistful of the Asian's hair and, with an angry scream, twisted the young fighter's head and sent it smashing into the plane's metal side.

As the African again reared back his enemy's head, the Asian screamed in rage and, twisting, broke away from the African's grip, instantly grabbing the black fighter by the throat and testicles and lifting him above his head, his muscles shaking violently with the effort. With a growl, the Asian tossed the African forward, his limp form crashing onto the wing of the abandoned plane.

The Asian angrily leapt up onto the wing as the African unsteadily turned to face him, only to be punched solidly in the face, his head snapping to the left spraying droplets of blood onto the wing. The African began to raise his bloodied fists, but the Asian's roundhouse kick connected to the left side of his increasingly unrecognizable face, sending the injured young fighter spinning to the right, his body crashing limply into the plane's fuselage.

A smirk now crossed the Asian's face as he slowly approached the downed form of his enemy. Within inches of the moaning African, the young Asian reared his right foot back, but in a flash, the African punched deep into the Asian's swollen testicles.

With a pained scream the Asian cupped his manhood and stumbled unsteadily backwards towards the wing's edge. The young African stumbled forward, hate in his eyes, and grabbed the back of the Asian's head. As the black fighter reared his right fist back, the Asian snapped his left hand around his enemy's cock and sent his right fist into the African soldier's bloodied nose.

With both fighter's lost in the rage of battle, pain momentarily dropped away and instantly, the African sent a solid punch to the Asian's mouth, splattering blood up the fighter's check and forehead. The Asian immediately sent a solid punch into the bloody pulp of the African's cheek and drove his bony knee deep into the muscled fighter's weakened abs.

In agony, the young African doubled over and heaved, a spasm wracking his body as he vomited onto the wing still clutching his brutalized abs.

In a flash, the Asian snapped his muscled right arm around the African's throat, roughly dragging and pulling his enemy across the wing and smashing his back against the fuselage, holding him there with a bloodied taped fist around his enemie's throat.

With his right hand, the Asian slapped the bloodied, swollen face of his enemy. As the African's back arched in pain, the young Asian slapped the young African's hardened, muscular chest, the ancient sign of contempt of the dominant fighter to his weaker enemy.

The gesture of dominance was not lost on the African. Baring his teeth in a growl, the young fighter spit bloody phlegm into the Asian's face.

A look of shock crossed the Asian's features, replaced instantly by a screaming cry of bloodlust. The young fighter reared back and, biceps and chest muscles flexing, threw his weight into a savage punch to the African's right eye.

The African cried out in pain, his left eye swollen and his right momentarily blinded. Unable to see his enemy prepare a second punch, the African leapt blindly forward, head down, smashing into the Asian's mouth and nose in a spray of blood.

As the Asian stumbled back, the African shook off the pain and looked upward, tilting his head up and to the left to look out of his swelling right eye. The two battered fighters approached each other unsteadily, fists raised, chests heaving.

A low growl began deep in the Asian's chest as he slowly bared his teeth in rage. In a flash, the young fighter twisted his torso to the left and, his chest and bicep muscles bulging in effort, sent a backfist smashing into the African warrior's battered face. The savage blow sent the body of the African spinning to the left before crashing limply into the plane's fuselage.

The Asian walked unsteadily forward and stopped before the moaning, crumpled form of his enemy. The African, both eye swollen tightly shut, reached feebly forward in an effort to raise himself up, his bloodied hand touching the Asian's foot. In a scream of fear and panic, the blinded African scambled up into a seating position, he back against the fuselage, and blindly punched forward, his fist connecting with the Asian's testicles and again to the Asians abs.

The young Asian grunted and a spasm of pain rocked his body. Gritting his teeth, he slowly rose to his full height, staring down at the moaning form of the African solider reaching out blindly for his enemy. With a scream of rage, the Asian spun to his right, sending a roundhouse kick smashing into the bloody wreckage of the African's face, smashing the fighter's head onto the wing's metal surface in a splattering of blood.

Muscled chest heaving, the Asian warrior reached down and locked straining biceps around the neck of his moaning, motionless foe, roughly lifting in the African to a sitting position, the black warrior's back against the plane's fuselage.

The Asian fighter now placed his knee on the African's muscled chest made slick with rivulets of sweat and blood, pinning his enemy in place.

A sneer crossed the Asian's bloodied face as he looked down upon his opponent. Rearing his right hand back, he savagely slapped the African's face, sending a spray of blood up the fuselage. The African fighter screamed out and thrashed in pain, but remained pinned by the Asian's knee. The Asian now grabbed his swollen cock and slapped it across the squirming African's face first left, then right. The African moaned and again tried to rise up, to no effect.

The Asian now placed the tip of his cock to the African's forehead. His muscled buttocks tensed momentarily, followed by a spray of urine that instantly washed down the African's and burned his wounds like acid. As the African flailed and screamed in agony, the muscular young Asian bent his head back in laughter, keeping his enemy pinned.

After the lengthy stream of piss had died down to droplets, the Asian gladiator looked down upon his enemy with contempt. Rearing back his head, he spat bloody saliva into the face of his enemy and, with a hoarse scream, drew back his knee and sent it smashing deep into the muscled African's nose, killing him instantly. The body of the black fighter dropped to the wing's surface.

As a pool of blood began growing around the dead gladiator's head, the young Asian, muscled chest heaving, slowly reached down. Covering both his hands in his enemy's blood, he drew up his fists and slowly drew his hands across his chest and cheeks. The muscled fighter then slowly turned and walked toward the wing's edge.

END

 

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