Cool Fools 9: Heaven

There was a fifteen minute intermission as some acrobats went out and did their things, singing and dancing. There were two guys, one standing on the other’s shoulder, juggling and passing several torches to each other. Some really flexible girls in gypsy costumes were playing limbo, and the most agile girl won a prize.

Soon, it was back to business! The trumpets blared louder than ever, accompanied by low-bass strings that announced the coming doom for one of the two knights. At opposite ends of the field, the two mounted knights trotted out. At the end where the black flags hung low, the crowd chanted “Cheat to win! Cheat to win!” With a pompous look on his face, Ethan pumped his arm in the air and gave another beastly roar.

At the other end, where the red flag flew high, Adam calmly bowed to the audience as they recited, “Fight for Honor. Fight for King Phillip. Fight for Love!” He addressed the King and Queen and the Princess, “I hope the sight of bloodshed will not ruin your day or cost you many nights of sleep.”

“You are much too considerate, Prince Aidenn. I wish you luck,” the King respectfully bowed to Adam.
“HA! LUCK!” bellowed Ethan who pulled out a necklace from his chainmail, “What luck will you have without this stupid charm?” Ethan threw the charm to the ground and let his horse stomp all over it.

“How dare you! That was a gift from our father!” said Adam.
“Our father? Our father? He never gave me anything. Never!” shouted Ethan, his eyes glowing with contempt…even Woody forgot this was a character, “He was going to give you the whole kingdom! And I…what do I get? I get a scar because you refused to die!”

Without warning, Ethan kicked the horse, sending it at full speed towards his opponent. Adam quickly met him one third of the way, but their lances missed. The crowd cheered as they quickly charged again and yet again they missed. The third time, Ethan flipped his shield to the mirror side as his supporters hooted and hollered. But Adam was ready to deal with his trickery, raising the shield to block the sun, Adam thrust his lance forward and managed to knock Ethan to the ground; his black horse was smart enough to get the heck out of the arena.

Now if Ethan was wearing real armor like the type worn back in real olden times, the weight of his armor upon the impact would have surely killed him, but instead, Ethan got up and pulled the sword from the hilt. As the white horse ran up to the fallen knight, Adam jumped off and drew his sword.

Woody and Reed watched in amazement. Two of the hottest men they knew were battling to the death…fake, rehearsed death…but still, there was something erotic about it. Swords sung in the air; shields banged like earthquake. Their strong hard bodies colliding, they hurtled forward and kicked each other. Renting the air with the sounds of their manly grunts and groans as they wrestled on the ground, thrashing, punching, reaching for the swords again.

“He gave you everything!” Ethan cried, “And all I got was this!” The crowd gasped as Ethan threw away his shield, pulled off his chainmail, and tore away the rest of the cloth that covered his torso…revealing that amazing chest that Woody had been blessed to be able to touch every night. But there was something on the otherwise perfect chest that Woody had never seen before…a long wide scar that started from his upper left pectoral down to the right side of his navel. Obviously it was latex and makeup, but this imperfection on Ethan’s body only made him that much more appealing.

“WHOOOHOOO! That guy cannot get any hotter!” the girl next to Woody seemed to agree, “God, I know he’s playing a bad guy. But I want his long, hard lance deep in me.”

Instead of boiling in jealousy, Woody couldn’t help but laugh, “I’m sorry, girl. I own that lance. And I’m not sharing!”
The girl turned a wide-eyed glance at him, dropping her jaw, “Oh my god. You’re a lucky son of a bitch!”
“I guess I am!” Woody agreed.

Ethan’s chest couldn’t look more golden and brilliant in the sunlight. The sweat glistening on his skin, his muscles bulging bigger than it ever looked in the bedroom, dark veins running down his beautifully toned arms. His stance was still high and mighty, imposing, almost scary, but sure as fucking hell sexy. His chest puffed out, his abs so tight, his backed rippled like tectonic plates, his pants coming down his waist little by little, revealing more and more of his butt crack.