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(thanks to JHK49 for the idea!)

It was Friday night at the Stallion and Falcon. Jesse Gibson took a swig from his Bud Light and wondered what the hell he was doing here. It had been one hell of a week at work, and he hadn’t planned on coming out tonight. Order in dinner, a little TV, and then bed, that had been his plan. But then Mike, the owner of the bar, had texted him from his direct number – not the bar account – and told him that there was something special planned for the evening. It had to have something to do with the curtained-off area in the back; with half of the floor space off limits, the bar seemed more crowded than usual.

He checked his watch. Just past eleven. He’d give it until midnight and then he was out of here. He was tired and he just wanted his damn bed already.

But it wasn’t more than ten minutes later that microphone feedback made every man in the bar wince and involuntarily reach for their ears. Mike, a burly man in his mid-fifties with a respectable beard and a nice gut, adjusted the sound controls and took up the wireless microphone. “Okay, boys and bears, it’s time for the special event of the evening. Please welcome Randy—and he is—to the stage!”

Jesse rolled his eyes at the “clever” double entendre—but then his eyes were riveted to what stepped out from behind the curtain. This boy was….beautiful. Slim, thick reddish-black hair on his head and a light coating of it on his chest and abs, angular elfin face, looked to be about twenty or twenty-two years old, wearing only a white speedo. Someone had wetted him down, so his skin glowed in the lights and the speedo was almost see-through. Jesse could feel his dick stirring in his jeans. He wanted this boy.

And so did a lot of other men in the room. Offers were being made – some financial, some sexual (“I’ll blow you if I get to fuck him”, like that). But Mike just smiled and walked over to the far wall – then grabbed the curtain and pulled it back, revealing a miniature cage, about eighty square feet, with a mat laid on the floor inside it and a door on the bar side.

“You didn’t think this boy was going to be anyone’s for free, did you?” Mike asked mockingly. “You want this boy – you’d better be prepared to fight for him!”

Jesse rolled his eyes again. Mike thought of himself as the greatest showman since P.T. Barnum, but Jesse found that a little of his act went a very, very long way. But Mike wouldn’t have texted him if he hadn’t expected Jesse to be one of the men in the cage, and since Mike was always understanding when Jesse was a little late with paying his bar tab, Jesse knew that he was better off in the long run getting in there.. And from the sound of things, it was going to be a long night, because at least a dozen guys were still clamoring for Randy, and a couple had even removed their shirts in preparation for whatever sort of fight Mike had in mind.

But the noise died down abruptly when one man stepped into the cage, slammed the door behind him, and peeled off his t-shirt. Brian Driscoll. Tall, shaved head, built like the proverbial brick shithouse, massive torso covered in light blonde fur, matching beard lightly flecked with gray and reaching down to his chest, and one of the meanest, most unpleasant people Jesse knew. No one really liked Brian, but everyone, even Mike, was more than a little afraid of him. Jesse had tried to get to know the guy, maybe see what made him so angry, but it wasn’t more than twenty minutes before he figured out the truth. Brian was, purely and simply, a grade-A asshole and he liked it that way.

But Brian was also tough as nails. The Stallion was mostly a tight-knit community, and mostly friendly, but every bar in existence has its share of bar fights, and the Stallion was no exception. The one time that one of those fights had involved Brian…Jesse still shuddered at the memory. The fight had been close, for about two minutes. Then Brian had shown that he had just been playing with the other guy, and put a beating on him that stopped just short of hospitalization. Jesse couldn’t even remember the other guy’s name, because he’d never shown up at the bar after that.

So when Brian took his stand in the cage and wordlessly staked his claim on Randy, a lot of the voices “bidding” for the twink suddenly became quiet. Randy was smoking hot, no doubt about it, but Jesse could almost see the couple dozen guys who’d been raring to fight for him redoing the math in their heads, and deciding that no piece of ass was worth risking taking a beating from Brian.

Maybe it was beer nuts, or maybe it was just wanting his nuts to unload into Randy…but Jesse decided that he was going in the cage that night. Or maybe, he thought, I’m just fucking sick of this guy and it’s worth the risk of getting my ass kicked if I can stop him from ruining the Stallion.

He stripped off his shirt and tucked it into the back of his jeans, then made his way through the crowd – not quite pushing guys out of his way, but “adjusting” their bodies to give him a path. Eyes followed him as he made his way to the cage, some in annoyance at the unexpected touch, some in admiration at the muscular bear body brushing against them, but most in shock as they realized that he was volunteering to lock up with Brian.

The silence was deafening as he walked around the front of the cage and stepped through the doorway. Mike, thank goodness for small favors, was speechless, and even Brian looked surprised that anyone would be willing to challenge him. It wasn’t until he was inside the cage and had pulled the door shut behind him with a loud CLANG that Jesse realized that the rules for this fight, if any, hadn’t been announced yet, and he could have just let himself in for a no rules brawl.

But Mike recovered quickly, and announced into the mike, “Well, unless anyone else wants to step up, looks like we have our two bulls ready to fight over this calf!” That last was accompanied by a gesture at Randy. Jesse glanced in the twink’s direction, and to his surprise, Randy was staring directly at him, a look of fear and anxiety on his beautiful elfin face. He glanced once at Brian and then returned his gaze to Jesse, silently pleading with him not to let Brian take him.

“Okay, men…time to vote! How does this go down? What rules?” Jesse looked sharply at Mike. What the hell was he playing at?