Chapter 1: Origin
In the fight prep room, Jake looked into the mirror, and sighs. He had just finished getting into his fight costume, which was nothing but a small loincloth that barely covered what was underneath. His gaze ran over his reflection, and saw a muscular, taut body, with wide shoulders and chest, sinewy arms, voluminous abs running along a perfect V-taper to his groin, and then bursting forth to his powerful legs. It is a sexy, awe-inspiring sight. He couldn't help but blush. One word came to his mind - "lust"? No, it's "sin".
Jake had entered into the fight monastery as a monk in order to learn how to fight; his dream was to be the greatest fighter in the world. The monastery was strict, especially when it came to sinful pursuits like sex, and he had to swear himself to a life of celibacy, and was forbidden to even masturbate. In his years of training, he had grown into a strong, muscular, and desirable specimen, but he had never touched a woman, and found it shameful to even looked upon one. And of course, he had kept to his vow of celibacy and had remained a virgin - no one had ever laid eyes on his naked form except other students he trained with.
All the better, too, for his naked form was monstrous... Or so he thought. During his training, where he often had to shower and sleep with his brethrens, he realized he had an abnormally large penis. This brought him extra shame, and constant teasing from others. They mocked his porn-star body, more an object of desire than a fighting machine.
His master had foreseen trouble from him and his body, seemingly crafted explicitly for pleasure. In one fated morning, his master told him he was being expelled from the monastery.
"Why?" Jake asked tearfully. "I hadn't done anything wrong!"
The master sighed. "The path of the monastery is not for everyone. Your talents... Are better suited elsewhere."
"But I haven't finished my training! I want to be the best fighter!" Jake complained in a panic.
"It is true you have much to learn," the master replied. "And you must learn it at the fight arena over the mountains. That is where you belong. I will speak no more, but give you this fighting costume as your parting gift. It will bring out the best in you."
With those cryptic words, the master turned away, leaving Jake alone to process his fate. He looked down at the skimpy garment in his hands and felt a wave of shame wash over him. How could he, a humble monk, wear something so scandalous? Surely there were more appropriate ways to show off his skills. He could not understand why his master chose something so... Sinful, with the thin cloth barely able to contain his... Shameful secret underneath. But the master had spoken, and Jake knew he needed to heed his advice if he wanted to become the best fighter he could be.
Jake sighed again, this time louder, feeling his cock twitch against his loincloth. He quickly reached down to adjust, but as he did, his fist brushed it. He gasped. His cock was fully erect now, pressing against the material with enough force to cause it to bulge visibly. His heart raced. He hadn't been aroused before, but now he was.
His cock throbbed within his loincloth, straining against the fabric, yearning for release. The sensation was overwhelming, intoxicating, almost painful. It was as though every nerve ending in his body was alight with electric pleasure.
Jake tried to focus on something else—anything else—but all he could think about was his throbbing erection. He squeezed his thighs together, hoping to muffle the telltale sounds of his arousal. But it was no use.
"Maybe they were right," Jake thought to himself. "What kind of man gets so horny with a mere touch? Maybe I am just a worthless sex toy."
A knock came at the door. "It's time to go!" a man whispered, "they're ready for you!"
"Just a minute!" Jake replied in a panic. He tried to think about something else -- anything else -- so that his cock, now obviously throbbing against his loincloth, would calm down.
But the more he attempted to distract himself, the worse his arousal became. His cock strained harder against the material, as if trying to break free. His balls ached as if filled with molten lava. He could feel his precum leaking onto the cloth, making it damp and clinging to his skin.
"Alright," Jake managed to utter, finally opening the door.
Outside, the arena roared with noise. The spectators eagerly awaited the start of the fight.