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A bright light is what woke me. I opened my eyes and was instantly blinded. Instincts would force you to shield your eyes, but I couldn't. I tried, but my hands wouldn't move. What the hell was going on?

Trees filled my vision as my eyes adjusted. My eyes darted from side to side, only to focus on a small blurred figure.

"Quinn? Is that you?"

"Caleb!" Quinn's voice immediately responded.

"He's UP!" An unfamiliar voice boomed.

Two sets of hands lifted my body off the hot ground, washing away leaves and dirt. I could finally get a good view of my surroundings. We were no longer at our camp site, but water was near by. I had to keep that in mind. Maybe I can use the water to trace my way back home. It seemed like I was out for a while. The sun was lively again, so I lost 9 hours at most.

Name: Ash Age: 18 MF Screen Name: Jobberkiduk Personality: LightHearted Ethnicity: White Height: 6 foot, 1 inches Weight: 73kg Body Type: Muscular Fighting Style: Varsity Wrestling, Judo Stance: Unorthodox Markings: None Position: verse Cock Size: 6 inches cut Favorite Technique n/a

Two guys stood in front of me, both as naked as I am. The one to my left was a taller fellow. He had a baby face, which probably mean he is a young one. His eyes are the only threatening thing I could find on him, with his soulless stare.

Left guys companion, right guy, was a little shorter than his friend and more intimidating. Even though he was small in height, his limbs were thick as tree trunks. Each muscle could be verified as lines cut him into a symmetrical masterpiece. He was lean and ripe. I couldn't help but bite my lower lip at the sight.

I turned to catch sight of Quinn. "Are you ok?"

"Shut UP!" The shorter guy yelled. In his hand was a vine that connected to my wrist. He jerked it, causing me to step forward.

I gave my attention to my captor. After getting a better view of him, he looked familiar.

"Don't I know you?" The short guy and I locked eyes. He wore a rough expression. Quite frankly it was to early to look that upset.

The short guy said nothing. He just looked at his ally and nodded. God knows what that mean. I glanced over my surroundings. It seemed the short guy held a vine that connected to my hands while the other male held a vine connecting to my neck. Nothing bind my legs. Once the chance presented itself I would have to use footwork to escape. Kickboxing was not my preferred style, but if I have to use it I will.

The taller male tugged the vine. "Follow me."

(Gurgle)

Not use to being treated like an animal, I jerked back a little in attempt to keep my dignity.

"Where are we going?"

The shorter male turned around, pulling me in the process. As he made the 180 degree turn, I caught a glimpse of his dog chain. The name engraved in two small pieces of steel read 'Jorge'. As soon as I read the name my eyes widened and the uncontrollable tingle coated my cock. I bit my lower lip to fight off an erection.

Name: Jorge Age: 34 MF Screen Name: JorgeFighter Personality: Serious at times/Playful Ethnicity: Latin Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Brown Hair: Chest, arms, and legs Height: 5 foot, 8 inhes Weight: 174Ibs Body Type: Muscular/Lean Fighting Style: Submission/Boxing Stance: Orthodox Markings: N/A Position: Versatile Cock Size: 8in Uncut Favorite Technique: N/A

I repeated the question, assuming neither could hear. "Where. The hell. Are we going?"

To my right, the short grappler that I knew by Jorge, held the short vine that wrapped around my wrist. I glanced over him quickly. Jorge noticed that he was being checked out and frowned.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

I smirked. "Getting a good look at that ass of yours. When I get out of this, I will be coming for it. You can bet your ASS I will."

Jorge's face reddened as he turned forward, jerking the vine as he did.

I wanted to be nervous, but that was not an option. I was being held prisoner, with my greatest weapons neutralized. The only thing left for me to do was stay calm and take in my surroundings. We walked along a stream that connected to a huge waterfall. I looked up in amazement, taking in the beautiful scene. The water fell rapidly, sending a loud clap over the area.

When we made it to the edge of the pond, a powerful forces could be felt hitting the back of my knees, causing me to kneel down.

"HE'S AWAKE!" Jorge yelled, his voice echoing as birds shot from nearby trees.

My eyes gazed over the pond, looking at the waterfall. In the distance stood a tall figure, bathing under a small shower of crystal blue liquid. Water ran down the line of his spine, using his round ass as a ramp.

Jorge's words caused the figure to make his way toward us, only half of his body visible leaving the other half to trek through water. As distance closed between us, the other half of his body emerged, and the first thing to catch my eye was a nice tan shaded cock flopping between its owners legs. The beautiful symbol of masculinity walked towards me, stopping only inches from where my head was positioned. I caught a whiff of its manly stench. The only thought that ran through my mind was, 'I'm going to enjoy taming you.'

"Caleb?" A voice rang causing my head to launch upward.

My mouth hung agape at the sight. There, standing in front of me was a familiar face. A person who has spent many hours chatting with me about ideas and fantasy. This person was strong, giving me no reason to not believe he wouldn't make it into Alpha Island's Tournament. But there I was, wide eyed and in shock.

"Ethan!?"

Name: Ethan Age: 30 MF Screen Name: EthanAxelAndrews Personality: Confident Ethnicity: Caucasian American Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Brown Hair: N/A Height: 6 Feet Weight: 165Ibs Body Type: Athletic Fighting Style: Sub/Boxing/Kickboxing/Muy Thai/Judo Stance: Orthodox Markings: N/A Position: Top Cock Size: 8.5 inches Favorite Technique: N/A

I tried to stand up, but Jorge quickly brought me back to me knees. I shot a glare at him. This guys mood was really starting to annoy me, and oddly turn me on at the same.

"You little!"

"Stand down, Jorge" Ethan pronounced. "Release him, Ash, he isn't going to be a threat."

Ethan gave me a concerned look, confusing me in the process. Ash removed the vine around my neck. Jorge hesitated, our eyes locked for a second and I smirked, giving him a sly wink. He blushed and finally untied my hands.

I flexed both hands before throwing a few left jabs, ending with a right straight. "Thanks cutie."

Jorge's blush darkened.

Ethan shook his head smiling. "Still have a soft spot for short guys, huh?"

"Haha! You mean a hard spot?" I gazed over Jorge who continued to blush and avoid eye contact. "Speaking of short guys... Do you mind releasing my companion?"

Ethan nodded. Ash saw this and went back in the direction we left Quinn. I almost forgot about the guy. I could only imagine how terrified he may be.

"You guys are serious." I said, rubbing my wrist. "Were the vines necessary, or do you have a BDSM fetish?"

Ethan chuckled. "No, no, it's nothing like that. It just..." The smile on his face vanished and a look of despair replaced it. "The second day on the island, Jorge and I were fighting for the first time. We were deep in the forest, so I didn't expect anyone to be out there, well besides Jorge, who caught me by surprise. As we were fighting someone attacked us both. This guy... He was stronger than anyone I ever fought!"

Ethan's eyes widened and his hands balled into fist.

"This... Beast of a man pushed both of us to our limit. He moved like an animal... It was like anything I have ever seen..."

A fighter that took on Ethan and Jorge at the same time. Was there men like that on this island. I was the one to clench my fist now.

"How did you defeat him?"

Ethan slowly shook his head. "We didn't... He backed us into a corner, ready to kill us. The bloodlust in his eyes haunts my dreams... As soon as we thought we were dead there was a howl."

"A howl?" I tilt my head to the side.

Ethan nodded. "Yes, a howl. Or a calling signal... I don't know. All I do know is whatever it was saved our life.

Jorge finally joined the conversation. I wanted to look at him, but the only thing I'd be focused on is his nicely toned ass and the brown cobra between his legs. It was beautiful, hiding in the layer of skin waiting for me to tempt it out of its hiding place.

"After that encounter we knew how difficult it would be to survive alone, so Ethan and I banned together." The sexy shorter man grabbed ahold of two dog chains that draped over his chest.

I noticed this earlier but never gave it much thought. Jorge only had two chains. My eyes darted from Jorge to Ethan, quickly noticing five silver tags resting on Ethan's torso.

"And what did that cost you?" I said sarcastically.

Ethan chuckled, stepping forward. My eyes followed him. I pointed at the chains around his neck.

"The price for being in a group with the great, Ethan?"

He shrugged. "It hasn't been easy out here. There is a new set of laws everyone must abide by. Being rich doesn't make you powerful here, these..." He gave the chains a little shake. "Are what give a man his power."

The tone of his voice pissed me off. It almost sound like he believed those chains made him stronger than me. Is that what we will come to? Will our strength be measured by how many cuts of metal we own? I couldn't accept that.

"The chains don't mean shit!"

"Yes they do." Ethan continued smiling.

"No, they don't." I shot back. "You were beat by someone way stronger than you and it scared the shit out of you. Now your goal is to gather chains and build an army, so you can have the illusion of being strong. Isn't that why you tied me up? Isn't that why you basically kidnapped me and my companion? To offer us a chance to fight under you?"

Now the expression Ethan wore was a little more serious. He moved in on me, putting our faces only inches apart. He glared at me, shooting daggers into my gaze. I obviously returned fire, our eyes fighting for dominance.

"Weak? Who the hell are you calling weak?"

Jorge tried to step in the middle; Ethan shoved him back. "Wow! Wow! Guys!"

"Stay out of this, Jorge." Ethan barked.

I continued to hold eye contact. "Yeah, Jorge, you need to get out of the way."

"Don't come here making wild assumptions like you know any of us."

"Am I wrong?"

Ethan's face lit up with amusement."It's a system that works. The strongest holds the most chains because they are usually on the front lines."

I guffawed. "Oh, how noble of you."

"I'm giving you a chance to be a part of something. I guarantee its better than being out there alone."

He was wrong. I preferred being alone. Hell, I had to force myself to allow Quinn to join, eventually breaking down after giving into logic. Traveling in a pack would be the smart thing, keeping all of your blind spots guarded. But how does an alpha follow? I could not become a beta and suppress my natural dominant urges. Ethan is not allowed to assume the role of Alpha. He would have to earn it.

I balled my fist and stepped forward, angrily. "I will not follow a man that is weaker than I am. If you want me, you bow to me."

"Bull shit!" Ethan barked. "What makes you stronger? As you can see I have two more tags than you, making me the strongest."

Hearing this sent me into a rage. I grabbed my chains and shoved them in Ethan's face. "If you're so sure of yourself, fight me. I'll put up two of my own tags and you wager one of yours and..." I pointed at Jorge.

"His."

A shocked expression was slapped over Ethan's pretty little face. He did not respond immediately, letting a few seconds fill the silence. He grabbed the tags around his neck and held them out, just as I did.

"Very well. If I win I get your tags." The fist that clenched his tags wore tighter as a smirk curled his lips. "And you have to fight under me and become my follower."

I gritted my teeth, almost snarling at his words. By now, Ash and Quinn made their way back to us. As soon as Quinn came into range, a look of of relief lit his face, but it was quickly erased once he felt the killing intent that was being emitted by Ethan and I.

Ethan crouched down in a wrestling stance while I bounced around, graciously. Our eyes, locked on their targets, never straying as we both scanned the other for an opening. My body was worn out. I still had not eaten, so I would be going off pure adrenaline.

"What the hell is this?" Quinn shouted. I paid him no mind. The only thing I could focus on was Ethan. This battle was important. After this, only one of us will be crowned Alpha.

A small smile crept over my face. For months, Ethan and I have discussed setting up a fight. He was one of the stronger fighters from MF, holding more experience with almost 100 opponents. Someone of his nature had to be a challenge, and I was more than prepared to take him.

Cool breezes swept the area. Ethan and I continued to stare one another down, our eyes fighting an invisible battle. I was the first to dash forward. Behind me I could hear Jorge, Ash, and Quinn whisper "Oh no..."

As I closed the distance, I performed two left jabs, both missing their target. Ethan easily slipped pass them, moving to my right. He sent a kick to my face but I blocked it, pushed his leg away and returned the favor by throwing a left hook.

I missed as Ethan leaned back. He crouched down before dashing towards me. A hand attempted to grab my leg, but I moved, causing him to miss and throw a wide uppercut that also missed by a hair.

This opponent was sharp. (Gurgle) Those attacks would have ended a normal fighter, but I was not normal. My eyes followed his body's every twitch, examining him for any openings. I didn't find any.

After the uppercut, he launched a variety of long jabs. I slipped them the best I could, failing when the last punch mashed into my cheek. I jumped back to put some distance between him and I. A small trickle of blood ran rolled down my chin. I wiped it away with a thumb, smirking at Ethan.

"Who knew... You'd be this good." I placed my left foot slightly in front of my right and brought my hands to chest level.

(GurgleGurgleGurgleGurgle)

Crap. The sounds coming from my stomach gradually increased. Hunger pains set in, built a house, and had a family. I could feel the pain radiate from my stomach to every muscle in my body. At this rate, I should only have two, maybe three minutes worth of stamina left.

Ethan's body straighten as he stood tall with his chest out. By now he was rock hard, the tip of his 8.5 inch pole glistened at the touch of a ray of sunlight.

"It baffles me," He shouted, his voice extending far enough for me to hear. "You had a weaker man and didn't take his chains. Not one. At least take something for your protective services. That's all I'm asking."

I wasn't going to respond. Moving my mouth would probably burn more calories than I had. I ran at him, pushing my shoulder into his chest before knocking him back with an uppercut. Two kicks and a spinning back fist were dodged as I dashed in and out of range.

Ethan jumped back, right into the pool of water, grinning. I followed him, trying to stay as close as possible in fear of expending to much energy chasing him down. Once in range, I performed a right straight, aimed directly for Ethan's chin. I so wanted to knock that smug look off his face, but to my dismay, the punch was caught before meeting its target.

"You're a lot slower, now that your feet are weighted down." Ethan pushed my arm to the side before landing a huge uppercut to my obliques.

I stumbled over in pain, trying to regain balance. That one did some damage. I wouldn't have any power if I stayed in the water, not like I could use my feet much anyway after that last attack. I turned toward land, but Ethan stayed one step ahead of me, blocking my path. He grabbed one of my arms and performed a perfect hip throw. My back slammed into the water, sending a stinging pain through the my body.

Ethan stood over me, victory written on his smile. "What happened? Do you wish you would've given me your tags now?"

I regained my footing on the lake's floor, moving further back until half my body drowned by water.

This was it. I felt like dying. My entire body ached. It felt like all the blood was drained from my body and hot molten lava replaced it. My lungs felt dry as dust. I knew this. There was no point in fighting...

So why was I glaring at him with my guard down? How could I be thinking there is a victory at the end of this? I don't exactly know, but I was certain that Ethan was not stronger than me. I wasn't going to accept him as Alpha. I couldn't!

No words. No motion. I glared at Ethan, my chest and shoulders rising with each, slow breath. How I felt was all in my eyes. I saw red.

My look rebellion caused Ethan to frown.

"Guess I'll just have to take my tags by force." He tromped through the clear blue liquid until he stood a little more than a foot away.

Surprisingly, there was actually no distance between us. I noticed I, myself, was now rock hard. The tip of our cocks familiarized themselves with one another as they shock hands. This was the first time I've gotten an erection during a fight. I must really be having fun!

Again, we stared at one another, but this time with a much shorter wait. Ethan's hand launched for my neck. It moved slow, glowing a bright red. Well, that's what I saw. I caught his attack and hit him with a right hook. He retaliated, but again, I could see it come at me. Not only did I lose speed, but he did as well. And to be honest, I was the faster fighter.

Ducking, I dodged the attack and blast his head back with a quick uppercut. He looked at me, fist balled, teeth clamped tight with blood dripping from both corners of his mouth.

"Stop moving!" Ethan shouted before throwing a barrage of hooks.

With my guard still down, I gracefully dodged each punch, slipping my upper body from side to side. Not once did I take my eyes off of his. Those soft brown orbs told me exactly where the next attack would be.

(GURGLEGURGLEGURGLEGURGLE)

Neither one of us were gaining any real leverage. I wouldn't be able to keep dodging, so it was now or never! I dodged two more hooks, they barely missed giving me the view of Ethan's muscles tighten and bulge out as they flew past. With all of my strength, I flexed my right arm, pulled it back, and let fly a right corkscrew straight. At the same time, Ethan twisted his body throwing a huge right hook.

In my head, my punch connected. It had to. The right hook was way to wide. There was no way I could miss this, when all of a sudden a huge splash occurred directly in the middle of where Ethan and I stood. When the water settled, a short salt and pepper bearded man holding a long white stick could be made out.

The mystery man turned to look at me, smiling from cheek to cheek. "Hey Caleb, long time no see."

Wide-eyed, I blinked twice at the surprising sight. The man before me was none other than my old martial arts master and the creator of what we know as the 360 degree jolt.

"Grandmaster Mike Hatral."

Before I knew it, my head was forced up as the white staff pressed under my chin. Hatral's free hand gripped Ethan's neck.

"Did I not tell you to avoid engaging with him?" Hatral spoke, his voice soothing to the ear. The older gentlemen continued to look at me with his euphoric, hazel eyes, even though his words were directed to Ethan.

Ethan's eyes fell to the ground. "I'm sorry master. You told me I'd be provoked and I didn't listen."

"Master?" I whispered. Why was Ethan calling my old Senpai, master?

I knocked the stick aside, turned away, and made my way towards land. There were so many questions needed to be answered; confusion struck like a bolt of lightning, but all in all, the one thing itching at my nerves was standing in this damn water!

No. That was not the only reason I put distance between Grandmaster and myself. The real reason was buried in bad history between the two of us; history I was not willing to dig up.

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Ethan © 2016 EthanAxelAndrews Quinn © 2016 Nolafan Ash © 2016 Jobberkiduk Jorge © 2016 JorgeFighter Mike © 2016 TimW

Sorry to rush this chapter guys. I promised people it would be released today, so excuse the typos and errors. It was suppose to be longer but I broke it down into two pieces. Chapter 4 will be released next Thursday. Please rate and comment. If you would like to be apart of the story let me know. 25 more slots available.