THE BET VI - KEEPING THE WORD

After saying this phrase of surrender and submission, Julio stood up to the shout of the spectators, who beheld him in all his physical splendor, with sweat streaming down his face and pectorals and barely covered by that gladiator loincloth beneath which a mesh thong could be made out that left little to the imagination as far as his bulge was concerned, and his ass completely exposed.

Hands on your neck, boy, Carlos ordered him harshly and without an ounce of empathy, while, turning to his team, he called for Pelado, his second-in-command. A human mass that looked like a four-door wardrobe.

Pelado, prepare the slave! he shouted.

Julio, with his hands on his neck as he had been ordered, looked at him with a cocky attitude.

Prepare me? But what are you talking about, man? I’m already here, what is there to prepare? Can’t you see me, boy? he snapped back without thinking twice, drawing laughter from the crowd.

That’s a real alpha male, Carlos, someone shouted from the stands. And it was true, despite being half-naked and with his hands on his neck, Julio was still the specimen leading the pack.

Prepare him now, for fuck’s sake! Carlos roared, seeing the situation slipping out of his hands, and seeing the rooster of the henhouse he had just defeated rise up again.

Strip naked, Julio! I want you stark fucking naked, now!

At this order Julio made a gesture of surprise and took off the loincloth, remaining only in the mesh thong that hid nothing of his anatomy and rather exposed his manhood to everyone’s view. After this, and looking at Carlos with swagger, he again put his hands on his neck and turned around, showing the audience the great ass that until then they had only glimpsed, half-covered by the loincloth, in one posture or another during the fight.

The crowd roared again with laughter and applause. Even Raúl and his gym companions had gone from a feeling of defeat to one of victory, seeing that the alpha male was marking his territory.

Carlos, consumed by rage, approached Julio furiously, gave him a resounding slap across the face, without managing to change the mocking expression on his face, and shouted again: Stark fucking naked! Everything!

“Okay, okay, you should have said so earlier, boy,” Julio replied while, in an athletic posture that showed off his physical condition, he pulled down the skimpy thong without bending his legs, showing for the first time his huge 27-centimeter cock and the rest of his impressive anatomy.

After this, spreading his legs, he again took his position with his hands on his neck.

Pelado... bring all the gear for the slave, damn it!

TO BE CONTINUED............