Taking the Chain - Sex Stories

Taking the Chain

... as his wrists bent, the blades tumbling away. He crashed to the ground with a huff of air, rolling away once again. But it was slower, his movements not as graceful. Durus kicked out, catching the bull on his shoulder and sending him tumbling across the sand. He stalked after the warrior and before he could right himself, pressed his hoof to the bull's back and pushed him to the sands.

Mordax bellowed as he pushed against the stronger bull. Thick veins pulsed in his neck as he continued to try to free himself. That was where Durus pressed his sword. Mordax stilled as a thin line of blood welled up, snaking slowly down his neck.

"Do you yield?" Durus asked. He was surprised to find his breath billowing in and out of him. Now that the fight was over, a hundred aches and pains were making themselves known. Sweat lathered his sides, little cuts and abrasions stung from the salt of his exertion. His sword, once flawless, now held numerals furrows and dents. It was the best fight of his life.

"I yield," Mordax said, his body going limp.

The world rushed back in and Durus remembered they weren't alone, the crowd roared, a mix of excitement and disappointment. They called his name in chants, and beneath it all were those who mourned the defeat of their favourite.

Durus stepped back, freeing his opponent. No longer concerned, he turned his back to Mordax and made his way to the centre of the arena. He picked up the chain. It was heavier than he remembered, his arm ...

... quivering as he held the length up. The crowd cheered once more, but the excitement from earlier had lessened. He had already won. What did they care about the ritual of the chain?

Durus turned to where he had left Mordax, only to find the bull right behind him. He was defeated, but still, he walked upright, unlike all the others Durus had defeated who approached with slumped shoulders and glares of contempt. Smiling, Durus held out the chain.

Without hesitation, Mordax snatched the chain from his hand and clipped it to the black steel in his nose.

The crowd silenced.

"I agreed to the terms of our bargain," Mordax said, one brown eye peering out from the mess of his red hair. "And wish to be spared like the days of old by submitting to you in front of all."

The crowd roared as the length of the chain fell from his hands. Durus looked on stunned. Through the whole fight, he was sure Mordax would refuse. And yet... Durus rolled the chain around his fist and pulled. Mordax snapped forward, falling to his knees.

Durus did not know the crowds could scream so loudly. He was deaf to all else but their cacophony as he circled Mordax, the chain dragging behind him.

What to do now?

The question was answered for him when two humans ran out onto the grounds of the arena. They were tiny things compared to him. One carried a large bowl, the contents spilling over the edge. The other carried a stand and was larger, strong of muscle and surely a fine specimen amongst his ...