A New Day, A New You part 8 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 8

... when Kit takes my arm and leads me off to one side. “I am not losing my bike, you need to fuck him up hard,” Kit tells me as we walk and I hand her my vest. I hand off most of my new clothes save for my jeans and boots as I’m lead to the pit. I learn the rules and that’s where I have to think. Fights go on till one has beaten the other so bad that he stops and calls it his win. So if he loads up his fist again I have to deal with that first off and when I ask about weapons Kit only shrugs and asks me if I brought one. Now I realize I’m really fucked. Jamal and Richard are waiting for me and one doesn’t look hopeful. “So I have the car ready if you want to bounce right now,” Jamal says as Kit almost glares a hole through him. “Hey Stuart, I’m with you no matter what you decide but if you have to go to the hospital then I promise you I’ll take care of your ladies,” Richard says and I have to double take him. “Excuse me,” I ask as my anger starts kicking on. “Seriously, I know Trinity and Robin will miss you while you’re in the hospital and I promise no threesomes on your bed while you’re laid up,” Richard states with no humor in his voice. “I’m gonna fucking take your head off,” I start to rush him but Jamal and Kit stop me. “Good now go fuck this prick up,” Richard tells me pointing to the pit. I drop down into the pit and it takes about four seconds for Chez to figure out who I am and now he’s calling foul. “I want something new. This unaffiliated chode has nothing I ...

... haven’t whipped the shit out of before, if this is what the Devil’s Best have to offer I state no challenge and will not send him to the hospital again,” Chez yells being very fucking cocky as I burn a hole through him. “He’s beaten Devil’s Best before in the pit, he can claim out unless another group wants to back Kit’s boy,” an older biker with Devil’s Best states for the crowd. Crickets make louder noises than the people stepping up to back my chance to get some payback. Chez is having a good laugh at my expense when someone new hops into the pit and I get to be face to face with Gabriel. He’s 5’11” in a black sleeveless trench coat, all leather and a white fedora. His beard is barely groomed down a good six inches past his chin. Of all I can see of Gabriel is his eyes, pale blue and face to face with me, and now he’s smiling and chuckling. “We’ll back him,” Gabriel chuckles before losing his laugh,” I want to see something new. I want you to show me what you really are boy. I can see it.” I watch him walk away laughing and hop out as everyone is now chattering among themselves placing bets and speculating when I see Chez loading up his right hand with his brass knuckles. I watch him as he bobs and weaves like a boxer, Guy showed me how most boxers fight and this is pretty much what I saw in training. He’s smiling, he’s cocky, and Sol is watching us from the edge of the pit with a scared look on her face. She’s afraid for me. Bum rush is what Guy called it, when you just throw ...