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A gladiator is more than a means of entertainment for the empire. They're a hero that sparks the romantic hopes of the crowds that watched them fight, an artist who strokes the embers of their fan's hearts. Most important of all, they're warriors who put their lives on the line.

Since I was a lad I had always been one to sneak away from my chores in the fields and take every little bit of coin I had earned to the arena. From there I could find myself immersed in the heat of the moment, with my blood boiling and my throat sore from screaming. The sight of seeing strong, powerful men best one another and beasts while struggling for glory and fame was awe- inspiring.

No one dared to look down on the brave men who strutted down the blood- matted ground, with nothing but a spear in hand, sweat on their brow, and a loincloth that swished and swayed with every step they made. Their bare bodies for the world to see, to show their pain, their strength, and to make all that watched them revel in it.

Even I myself could not deny that I found myself wondering what it would be like in their shoes. Yet, that was all it was, a blissful dream at most.

My old man would always scold me for going to the fights. Even now, years since we buried him under the old farmhouse, I could still hear the old buck scream. "Dennis, if you leave the field work to your brothers just to watch those barbarians fight, I'll disown you!" He never did though. He finally gave up and spent his last bit of coin to get me off the farm and make something more of myself.

With the few silver in my hand, I took myself into the city and found the most ideal job, being an announcer for the gladiator fights.

Although, when I took on the job, I had hoped I'd always be in the ring, introducing the bold and powerful men of the arena to the crowds. However, that did not play out exactly as I had hoped. For the most part, that was a job given to the most seasoned announcers, while junior apprentices like myself sat up at the front row to watch and write down the story as it happened.

I was not one to complain though. I could still be in the stands, working and enjoying the sights and sounds of the fights below. There were times when depending on the fight, my mentor would allow me to sit at the ground level, right where the main announcers of the fights could be found. This was a major honor, especially for the more "intimate" fights.

In the heat of battle, a sense of bloodlust and desire could overtake a warrior. With the emperor's consent, the winning gladiator had the right to do anything to the defeated party they deemed fit, whether they wished to give their opponent an honorable death, to spare them, or use them as they so pleased. Usually the gladiators rarely chose to spare their adversaries unless it was one they were close to. Yet, it was more common for the winners to gift the loser with their seed instead of killing them.

To be fucked by one's adversary was an act of humiliation, and the crowds, along with myself, loved it. The sight of a man who fought with all their might, being forced to bend over and their hole toyed with in front of several hundred if not thousands, was arousing. Every time my mentor would allow me to sit on the ground floor, I'd get excited not just to see the fight but also cause I can observe the gladiator's fucking in great detail.

There were gladiators who'd put on a show, where they would taunt their opponent, forcing them to swallow their load before plowing them for all to see. Others would not even bother with the crowd and simply use their rival's hole right there on the spot the moment the victor had been decided.

Of course, there was one gladiator that had definitely caught my eye when it came to his 'performance'. Jon, a local favorite from the city of Savan. Unlike the others, Jon was special. He wasn't a big, powerful predator like the majority of the warriors. Instead, he was a lanky but toned otter, whose sabertooth fangs had threatened to castrate all that challenged him.

Where he lacked in strength, he made up with tactical smarts and skill. The otter was slippery and quick with a spear, a trait that any gladiator who called themselves a beast-fighter had to have. I watched nearly all of Jon's fights as he battled against demons, monsters, and cursed beasts. In each fight, Jon gave the crowd a wonderful treat as he would humiliate each of his victims by toying with their assholes.

My mentor said that the otter was too obsessed with another man's asshole, but I didn't think so. I loved it. Loved watching how he rubbed and pulled apart the soft puckered flesh, enjoyed how the creatures would be too scared to move as his sharp fangs pressed against their scrotum, threatening to rip it open, and more so I loved how he vocally demoralized them.

So when my mentor had come to me the last day of the week and had told me that Jon was going to be at the arena, facing a demonic beast, I couldn't stop my cock from growing hard from anticipation. "That's absolutely wonderful! Haha, here I had thought he'd be too busy drinking his winnings away and wouldn't take on a fight! So I'll be going to this one, right?"

My mentor, a badger, shook his head. "Sadly not. Michael had gotten assigned to observe this fight and announce it to the crowds tomorrow. I thought I'd let you know so you wouldn't miss going to see it at least. I know how much you fantasize over that freak you call a gladiator."

My smile fell and my brow furrowed. "Sir, that's not right. Jon has one of the greatest win streaks to date when it comes to beast-fighters. He is also the biggest crowd-grabber we've had in years. To call him a freak--"

"Is the most accurate thing to say," my mentor didn't bother to look around as he continued. "He might be a great fighter and rarely loses. But his obsession with his sexual...desires is more than I would want from any gladiator. Although, the emperor is fine with his fighters deciding the fates of their opponents, a fight to the death is still the most honorable one. To always go for the lowest, most demoralizing choice every single fight is disgusting, especially when done with a beast."

I huffed. "Maybe so, but still that does not change that he is a skilled warrior. Also, how is it that Michael was able to get the announcer position for this fight? Everyone knows that I am the most detailed observer when it comes to Jon's fights."

"Aye, we know." My mentor nodded. "We also know how you can barely keep your hand from your cock whenever you see the freak with his muzzle deep in a monster's ass."

"Plenty of announcers relieve themselves while watching their favorite gladiator's breed their opponents. The audience shows no shame when doing the same."

My mentor groaned and rubbed the bridge between his nose. "Dennis, you must understand that you can not be the only announcer for Jon's fights. Others must have their chance."

"So what if I can get the approval of the said individual to let me take their spot?" I asked.

"How do you plan on doing that?"

I smiled and crossed my arms. "I'll simply let him get paid while I do all the work!"

"You little voyeur!" my mentor shouted and I laughed, avoiding his fist while running off to find Michael.

The cheetah was easy to spot. He was normally around the marketplace, looking at new trinkets he found from the stalls or attempting to conquer yet another damsel. Although, this time he was off by the fountain square which wasn't far from the marketplace. "There you are!"

Michael's hand paused from whatever he was currently writing down on his parchment before turning his gaze towards me. "Oh, it's you, Dennis. Can't you see I'm busy?"

I simply smiled at the usual rude remark. Michael and I didn't usually see eye to eye. I loved my job for the pure raw passion that was the fights, while Michael loved it for the money. Unlike me, he was a full-fledged announcer. Although he was small and scrawny, he had a golden voice, one that could reach across the coliseum and grab the attention of thousands. So whenever he saw how energetic I became when I got to go to the arena, he made sure to let me know how pathetic I was.

Something I had long since gotten used to.

"What are you busy with? Writing a new poem to whisk a new victim off their feet?" I asked.

Michael shifted his gaze back to his parchment. "No, you dunce. I am preparing for the fight tomorrow..."

"I take it that the great Michael doesn't feel that being a lowly street announcer is worth his time or effort?"

Michael only nodded. "You couldn't be any more right. My talents could be put to better use. There are several larger and grander fights that are scheduled in the nearby cities that I could be the announcer for. Especially with Galdon and Seth, in which even his majesty is going to go see! Yet, they set up that dunce of a noob, Eldor, to work the arena," he huffed and slapped his quill down. "I could do a far better job than that bumbling buffalo."

"Then why don't you go and petition for the right to act as its announcer? It's not like its the first time you swooped someone's job up from under their nose." I shrugged.

The cheetah's brow furrowed. "Watch it, upstart. Don't think I can't end your apprenticeship."

"Oh, I am so sorry. Here I was going to offer to take your spot for the announcer gig with Jon tomorrow so that way you can go and speak with the chief about 'rearranging' your roster to be at Seth's and Galdon's bout." Michael's ears perked up and he paused, allowing me to continue. "Of course, this upstart understands that there's a chance of you not getting the spot. However, I can always offer to do the job for free and let you take the pay for allowing me to gather more experience."

"Enough, enough!" Michael sighed and waved his hand. "Don't put on such an act. I know how big of a fan you are to the scrawny little otter. If he offered to bend you over in the middle of the streets, you would give yourself to him in a heartbeat."

My cheeks grew warm underneath my fur, but I didn't deny that claim. My pants would've been dropped to my ankles without a second thought if I could have my favorite gladiator work his tongue along my backside as he did his victims. "Then surely you understand that you have nothing to lose and so much to gain. If anything you will be declined and you can still flirt with the damsels in the crowd at the arena, while I'm off working."

"I'm sure you'll be working more than your quill on the parchment," Michael huffed, partially in disgust. "I'll never understand your interest in men...but whatever. I cannot deny the logic in your words. In fact, for saving me from this bore I'll make sure to speak on your behalf and get you to sit on the ground level so you can get a 'close up' of your gladiator."

I smiled and clasped my hands together. "Thank you, Michael. I knew you weren't such a bad guy!"

"Shut it and leave. Go let the chief know about the change. Also, make sure to let him know your coin comes to me."

I only gave a quick nod before heading off. Finding the chief wasn't hard. He was in his office, working on scheduling out announcers for different events in his jurisdiction. When I had advised the old lion of the arrangement Michael and I had come up with, he only waved me off and told me to be on time, never bothering to look up from his parchments.

The rest of the evening went by in a blur. Between preparing for the upcoming fight, and making sure that Michael stayed true to his word about my spot at the announcer booth, I barely found time to eat and sleep. However, everything paid off by the next morning.

"I see you finally got your ass here, Dennis." My mentor huffed the moment I made it past the guards that blocked off the entrance to the bleachers on the ground floor.

My eyes felt heavy from being up all night, but that didn't stop me from smiling at the annoyance on my mentor's face. "Sorry, I thought I could take a small nap before the fight, but instead it ended up lasting for two hours. Sadly, that was all it took for the crowds to get going."

"You're not the only one that enjoys watching Jon in the ring," Kit, a fox and the current announcer for the arena, said.

"He's just a beast-fighter. He should fight a true warrior who can push him to the brink of death," my mentor grumbled while Kit and I shook our heads. My mentor's dislike for Jon didn't just stem from his desire to humiliate his opponents with every fight, but also the fact that he couldn't enjoy matches where gladiators battled against beasts.

While for Kit and I, being able to watch a big hulking werewolf being drilled through the heart or penetrated from behind was far more exciting than the normal one-on-one fights that my mentor preferred. "So Kit, what is the monster of the day?"

"Can't you be a bit patient?" my mentor asked.

"Ah, a really good one. A demonic monster that has tremendous strength and a fiery breath. He's anthro too so you know that we're in for a treat." Kit's eyes glisten.

My mentor groaned while I licked my lips. I could already feel my cock grow hard in my pants, yet I pulled myself together long enough to get my quill and parchment ready before sitting next to my mentor. The Coliseum quickly filled up as the afternoon sun hovered in the sky. Kit gave me a thumbs up and headed out on the stage.

"Great men and women of the Coliseum! I am glad to see all of you here this fine afternoon! Today, a glorious battle shall be fought in this grand arena, and blood and sweat shall soak the floors. We hope that our gladiator can stir your hearts with a spectacular performance as they always strive to do!" The crowd's cheer was deafening as the sounds of the drums started to beat louder, and louder, matching the beat of my heart as I felt myself get pumped.

The small fox laughed and clapped his hands. "In fact, I am sure this particular gladiator we have fighting for your entertainment will do just that! Today, we have our best beast-fighter, Jon, ready to fight to the death with a new creature that had been found in the depth of the Veil Forest! A demonic monster so terrifying that it could make the bravest of men quiver from a single glance and set flames to those that enraged it! Black as the night with horns larger than the stockiest bulls in the empire, it has the intelligence that can rival any one of us and is sure to put our gladiator's skill to the test. So let us have it!" The crowds went wild, most standing on their feet as they thumped their fists on their chest alongside the beat of the drums. They cried out for the beast, they cried out for Jon. Even I had gotten up and I could feel my tail wag with excitement as I stared at the gates. "Let us greet our gladiator. JON!!!!"

The steel gates rose slowly from the earth as a tall, lanky otter strolled out into the arena. A tusky smirk was carried on his proud mug when he walked to the middle of the stage with nothing but a loincloth on. Seeing this the crowd grew even more excited, and I was no exception. Normally when the fighters requested to go to a fight without armor, they wish to prove their skills to the crowd, to show armor did not make a man nor did they need any luck to win.

In Jon's case, it was different. He did this usually when he was preparing for a good time, which showed quite well as his cock swayed under the loincloth, looking to be partially hard. This also told the audience that his opponent would be an anthro beast that was going to find itself with its ass in the air if it was to lose.

Sure enough, as the second gate on the opposite side of the arena opened, a large, muscular creature took its first steps out into the open. I have seen dozens of monsters, but none like this. It was near twice the size of the otter, with pitch-black fur that shifted in the open air. Its eyes were a golden hue that seemed to stare straight through its prey. When it gaze turned on the audience, they all went silent, afraid that it might be able to leap up and slaughter all of them. Even my master, who was more experienced, started to shudder when the monster's gaze rested on him.

The demonic beast had hooves like a stallion and was as broad as a bull, yet its muzzle and mane were those of a lion. Its massive hands had long sharp claws that were made to cut straight through bone, and a toothy grin graced its maw. A sense of fear and excitement came over me as I turned to Jon. The otter did not seem bothered by the daunting creature in front of him; in fact, his smile never wavered. His eyes were locked on the monster before traveling down its muscular frame and towards the loincloth that covered its privates.

It was unusual to see a monster with one, but some had a great deal of intelligence and lived in a society similar to that of normal people. They learned from us furries about dressing up and covering their private areas, yet this loincloth did a poor job. The monster's dick hung low and looked almost as long and thick as a horse's. Each step caused the cloth to bounce up and down as I could see glimpses of the beast's ebony rod and its flared cock head.

By this point Kit had already made his way towards the announcer booth, not wanting to get in the middle of the two contestants. "Today shall be a battle worth remembering! Will our champion find himself victorious over the demonic beast! Or will he perish? Gladiator, commence the fight!" Kit hopped back behind the armed guards that blocked the entrance from the arena to the announcer booth.

Jon spat while the creature slowly crept its way over to him, its slender feline tail kicking up the dust from the ground. From where I sat, I could hear the otter as he said, "Hopefully this won't be a bore like the last fight."

The creature didn't seem fazed by Jon's words. In fact, it licked its lips similar to a beggar who had been given their first meal in weeks. Without even a second's delay, it charged off towards the otter, its claws unfurled and fangs bared.

Jon twirled his spear in his hand as he nimbly dodged off to the side, barely avoiding the sharp claws that glossed across his waist. At the start of the action, the crowd instantly cried out in excitement as they watched the way the otter twirled and danced around the monster's advances.

The otter's spear swept out towards the monster's stomach. Its eyes narrowed as it leapt back, barely avoiding being gutted. However, this gave Jon the breathing room he needed. A tusky smirked graced the otter's lips as he struck out one after another with a flurry of jabs and slashes. Small gash wounds appeared across the monster's black frame due to not being able to fully dodge the otter's never-ending assault. Purple blood matted its fur while some even stained its loins.

Dust bristled up into the air as the duo fought across the field, making it harder to see. My fingers never stopped moving as I scribbled down every detail I saw. Jon made use of his small frame whenever the beast got past his flurry of attacks, making it struggle to grab ahold of him. Yet, that did not mean the otter got away without his own injuries. Dozens of grazes from those long ebony claws could be seen on the otter's arms and sides. Every time he shifted away or brought the spear up to deflect a blow from the beast caused his wounds to bleed more.

The exchange between the two had me sitting at the edge of my seat. The two fighters got so close to our booth that I could practically taste the blood in the air and hear their resounding grunts of pain and determination. The black beast jerked to the side, avoiding a fatal stab to the chest, its dark thick cock shifting out from under its dirt-covered loins. It didn't allow Jon to pull back his spear as it grabbed hold of the weapon. With a roar that shook the Coliseum, it yanked the spear. Jon, who like any good warrior didn't let go of his weapon, was thrown along with his spear.

The crowd gasped at Jon, who tumbled across the cracked earth, his loincloth coming undone and a pained expression plastered on his face. There was no rest for the otter though. The demonic monster charged at him, with its horns pointed and ready to gouge the otter where he laid.

"Get up, get up, get up!" I cried silently to myself. I could see Kit also watching nervously as his foot was tapping rapidly. My mentor's eyes never left the arena as he showed a rare hint of interest in this fight.

As if answering my prayers, the otter finally got up enough to tumble out of the way, avoiding the horns. I jumped and cheered with the crowd, not caring about the ink that tumbled onto the ground, nor did I pay attention to my mentor's glare as he snatched up my parchment before it could be covered in ink.

Jon got back to his feet, and with the spear in hand, swiped it right as the beast turned back over to him. A long gash appeared along the demonic's beast abs as the sharp tip of the blade cut the monster's loincloth from its body. "Not fair if I'm the only one strutting around with my cock out." The otter's voice might not have reached the crowd, but I could hear it. My mouth instantly started to water as my eyes dropped to the beast's low-hanging scrotum that propped up the massive piece of meat the beast called a cock. They were large enough to make a horse envious, much less the otter. Jon was no small lad, but the beast dwarfed him in both height and equipment.

The beast growled in rage as it stormed at Jon. The otter brought his spear up, ready to face the beast. Yet, what happened next made my jaw drop. A dark red flame rolled out from the monster's muzzle, engulfing Jon. I cursed to myself as the crowd shuddered at the sight.

We had all forgotten about what Kit had said at the beginning of the fight. The fox's ears dropped down as we both watched Jon scream and drop his spear when he fell to the ground. He was rolling back and forth, trying to put out the flames on his fur. The hint of burning hair caused me to cringe.

The demonic creature wasn't so kind as to give Jon any breathing room. Before the otter could fully put out the flames, the beast reached down with its massive black hand and grabbed Jon by his leg. Seeing this, my heart shot into my throat, stopping the impending scream as I watched the otter being chucked across the arena like a rag doll.

"Fuck! This isn't looking good..." Kit cursed.

My mentor nodded. "Maybe today will be the day that this young gladiator finally meets his match..."

I didn't say anything, my fist was clenched as I watched Jon force himself to get back up. Pain riddled the otter's face as one eye was shut. A look of rage was evident as he bared his teeth like a feral beast to the monster that came barreling across the arena towards him. Patches of his fur were now gone, but the one good thing about being tossed was that it helped put out the last bit of fire that had clung to his body.

"Come on you little fuck. Come on!" Jon growled and ran at the monster. My eyes grew wide. Was Jon insane? I couldn't see how charging at a beast whose horns were now pointed and ready to stab through him, was anything but a bad idea! Yet, one should never underestimate the mind of a gladiator. Jon's savage gaze turned to one of determination as he suddenly slid right underneath the black beast and under its legs.

My mentor, Kit, the crowd, myself, all yelled out at the turn of events as Jon reached out and punched the beast in the balls right as he went under. A loud muffled cry filled the air as the demonic beast lost its foot and tumbled over, giving Jon enough time to get up and grab his spear.

"Haha, I knew he wasn't down for the count!" Kit cried out in joy.

I laughed. "Bullshit. You looked like you was about to cry! Master, did you see that?"

My mentor nodded and rubbed his chin, a look of amusement and genuine contentment filled his eyes. "Guess the otter won't go down so easily. No matter what, no one should look down on a veteran fighter. Even I was made to look like a fool."

My tail wiggled happily at hearing my teacher's praise for Jon as we all turned to see the otter standing over the beast with his spear pointed directly at its throat. "Go on, try to torch me again and I'll dive this spear straight through your throat."

The beast growled in rage, but soon i's anger turned to pain as Jon's foot pressed firmly on its low-hanging scrotum. "Go on, howl, complain. It ain't gonna do shit. If you want to live you better learn to do what I tell you." He pressed his foot down more, causing the beast to yelp.

My cock instantly felt tight in my pants as I sat down and quickly grabbed up my quill and parchment from my mentor. I ignored the strange look he gave me as I rested my arm on my noticeable bulge, adding a blissful pressure while I scribble away.

The otter wasn't merciful. He stumped on the monster's cock and balls each time it struggled or try to escape and laughed when it cried in agony. When it finally stopped moving, he dropped down his knees and shorten his grip on the spear so that he held it closer by the blade. The monster didn't even get a chance to escape when the otter brought the blade right up to the base of its cock, making it go stiff from horror. A devilish smirk formed on the otter's lips and my heart skipped a beat when I saw Jon's nose vanish under the monster's massive sack.

My arm pushed firmer against my trapped cock. My nose twitched at a new scent when from the corner of my eye I saw Kit had whipped out his tool. My mentor was no longer there, but he left a spare oil container for me without letting me know he was leaving.

The demonic beast let loose a half growl, half whimper as it wiggled from the otter nuzzling up under his massive balls. When Jon pulled up, he gave the furry sack a small lick before grabbing the demonic creature by the leg. As if knowing what the otter wanted, a look of defeat finally surfaced on the monster's face as it flipped around.

The sight of the defeated on all fours was an absolutely beautiful thing to see, especially up close like we were. From where I sat, I could admire the fine rounded rump that stuck up in the air when the monster reluctantly got on its knees. Its tail raised up when Jon's spear tip pressed against the belly of its cock, showing off the dark, plump, purple pucker. My mouth started to water while I watched Jon straddle over top of the beast's back and laying the spear on his lap. He raised his fist up towards the crowd, got the cheer he wanted, and yanked up on the tail before sliding a finger into his opponent's asshole.

The beast grunted in discomfort when the finger slid in dry, its hole parted around the finger. The creature squirmed each time the otter's lengthy digit intruded inside, and as if it had no control of its body, the monster's dangling rod started to grow hard. "I guess you're no stranger to having your hole used and abused," Jon chuckled and slid a second finger in. This time the grunts had a slightly more pleasant sound to them as the black beast's hips pushed back, taking the fingers down to the base knuckle.

The otter's own cock was as stiff as a board, drooling pre along the monsters backside. He licked at his tusk as he spread his fingers apart inside of the creature's asshole, making it gape for the entire audience to see. "Fuck, this looks downright delicious." He spat on the beast's hole, adding a bit of lubrication before finger-fucking it.

A low howl of mild discomfort and pleasure came from the creature as its sharp claws dug deep into the earth. Its balls swayed along with its cock as it rocked back and forth against the otter's fingers.

"Holy shit, this one is a treat," Kit said while squeezing the base of his own cock.

"No kidding. Fuck, if I could just get up there and join in," I grumbled and licked my lips at the sight. The otter was working the creature's asshole in such a way that it had the beast creating a small pool of pre on the ground.

Kit whimpered as his paw rubbed the tip of his own cock and nodded his head. "Damn, if he doesn't hurry up and fuck the damn thing I'm going to blow my load way too soon..."

My eyes sparkled. I put down my quill and shouted out. "FUCK HIM, FUCK HIM, FUCK HIM!"

The crowd heard me and chimed in. Soon, the entire arena vibrated from the calls to see the final act of the otter burying his cock deep into the rump that he teased and tormented. At this, Jon held up his hand in response to the crowd. He hopped off the creature's back and got down on his own knees behind it, putting down his spear. "Wait, is he!" My eyes widened and my hands grabbed my pants waistline and tugged them down. The otter's hole could be clearly seen as he buried his muzzle between the creature's cheeks. A howl of pure pleasure rocked the stadium from the monster as the crowd went wild at Jon slurping up the demonic beast's asshole.

Pre drooled from the tip of my cock and I worked it around my entire length. I couldn't hold back my own whimpers as I watched Jon wiggle his rump from happiness while his tight dusky pink butthole flexed. The innate desire to go up there and slide my own tongue up against the otter's hole was strong, and I know I wasn't the only one. Getting to see such a rare sight where the victor shows himself to be vulnerable to the crowd, was enough to arouse many. Even Kit had to stop from stroking his shaft in fear he wouldn't be able to reach the final act.

When the otter pulled his lips away from the lush cheeks, his maw and tusks were dripping with saliva, showing just how much he had enjoyed his treat. "With an ass that tasty I'm gonna have to make you my own personal beast after this." Jon swatted the beast ass and got up on his feet. His dick angled down at the beast's butthole. "Are you going to do it or am I?" Jon asked.

The hidden threat that was laced in the otter's words did not go unnoticed by the beast. If it let Jon dive in, it was sure to find its self brutally fucked with no mercy. While if it took the initiative it had a chance to gain some enjoyment out of it. So without question, it pressed its chest to the ground, hips arched, and pushed back onto the rod.

A look of contentment and pleasure covered the otter's face as he clasped his hand around the demonic beast's waist before pumping his cock in and out of the creature's hole. The sound alone of the otter's hips slapping against the beast's plump rump was enough to tip me close to the edge, but I kept pacing myself. I didn't want to reach my climax too soon. I enjoyed seeing the way the monster's cock was bouncing up and down with each of the otter's thrusts, and the way the monster whimpered from the otter's balls slapping against its ass.

Pre was constantly being fucked right out of the beast as it pushed its chest off the ground and looked back at Jon. A look of pure submissiveness was clear to see in its eyes as the Otter railed into it. Seeing the bliss on the beast's face, Jon grabbed it by the horns and adjusted himself a bit more. His tail lifted up for the audience to get a better view of not just his cock vanishing into the beast's now loose asshole, but of his own pink taint.

"Holy shit, this is too much. I gotta..." Kit howled and rubbed one out onto the ground.

I wasn't too far away. My ass planted onto the seat and my hand clenched the wooden bench. My balls tightened when I saw the beast take Jon to the hilt, and my climax quickened when Jon started to visibly shake. I could tell, the crowd could tell, and the beast definitely could that the otter was about to cum. Laying its chest back onto the ground, the beast reached back around and grabbed Jon by the ass, pushing every last inch of the otter inside of him.

I wasn't sure who moaned louder: Jon, the monster, or myself. All I knew was my seed covered my entire hand as I watched the monster cum across the ground like a water geyser. Jon didn't pull out as he made sure every last bit of his cum filled the creature's asshole before he slapped the monster's hands from his own butt. "THIS BEAST IS MINE! I HAVE BRED IT, MARKING IT AS MY OWN FROM THIS POINT ON!"

The cry sent the crowds into a tizzy and my mind grew blurry from the mixture of the surrounding vibe along with the afterglow of my climax. I looked at Kit, he looked at me, and we both smiled. This was by far the best and hottest gladiator fight the two of us had experienced. It was also one I was going to enjoy remembering as I wrote down every detail to announce to the town the next day.