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slave fight

Francis and Jamie glared at each other’s naked forms from across the room. They were both in their twenties and both nice examples of the male form. Their cocks were a nice size, both maxing out at seven and a half inches, their asses were nice and round, and their bodies were chiseled with gorgeous muscle. They looked like twins, but one with short blonde hair, hazel eyes, and the other with long dark hair. They were same height.

Their master, Lord Ahriman Hazar, sat in his chair watching his two sex slaves. He smiled as he noticed the tension in the room, these men already wanted to feel each other’s naked body against their own. "Francis, Jamie, do you know why I have you standing here, naked against your fellow slave?"

"No, master." the slaves replied in synch, much to their annoyance, and to their master's delight.

"You both know the art of... Sexfighting, yes?" Ahriman almost purred out the words.

"Yes, master." they replied and instantly began sizing the other man up. They knew what was coming, and their pricks twitched in anticipation.

"Good boys." the older, tan skinned man started to undress as well as he spoke "I am afraid I can only keep one of you... And, I would like you both to determine which one of you that will be, with a sexfight!"

"Yes, master, my body will leave his dry!" They both replied, slowly walking towards the middle of the room.

Ahriman took his thick cock in his hand and watched as the beautiful slaves walked ever so closer. They were almost on each other now, and they stopped only a few inches apart. Their cocks were erect, and they were looking right into the others eyes. Their mouths watered, they licked their lips. This was going to be a hell of a fight.

Their master started to stroke his cock and yelled out "Meet cocks, and begin!"

The slaves complied and their cock heads touched each other. The holes of their dicks seemingly kissed, and then the men moved closer. Their cocks slid against each other as they did, and they both wrapped their arms around the other.
Their hands found the others ass, and they began.

Francis and Jamie spat at each other’s face, just as their master did to them, spit ran down their face as their lips slammed together. Their lips locked and for a moment they seemed as two animals trying to devour the other. Their tongues met for the first time that wasn't on their master's dick, and they started slipping and sliding against each other. They pushed and licked, and flicked their tongues. The fierce oral duel ended up leaving the insides of their mouths. Their tongues wriggled against each other outside of their mouths now, sending spit all down their cheeks and down onto their chests!

As they kissed, their bodies ground together. Their hard cocks rubbed and jabbed at the others, and they grunted with each gyration. They both wanted this. They had always been sexual rivals, and they always wanted to prove who the master’s better slave was. This, to them, was the greatest sexual experience in their lives.

They fought like that for thirty minutes, their bodies coated in sweat and saliva, though neither man seemed near ejaculation! Ahriman had already unloaded twice, and was mesmerized by the men's sexual duel!

They broke apart with a grunt, and came back at each other, both wanting to take hold of the others cock. They grabbed hold, and they were both surprised to find their rival's cock was leaking a river of precum. They squeezed as hard as they could, and started stroking vigorously! They moaned and groaned as they attacked their rival's cock.

The two slaves then began to spit at the other again, trying to land their spit into the others eye, and just be annoyingly insulting. Jamie's free hands reached around and slipped two spit wet finger into Francis's tight ass. He yelled in slight pain and surprise. He quickly returned the favor. The men stood there, hatefully spitting into the others face, jacking the other off, and finger fucking the others asshole. Ahriman loved every single second of it.

Both men were getting close to orgasm as they struggled to hold back. Soon there was moaning and cursing as each tried to overcome the other and force his rival to blow his load. Their barefeet began to stomp and kick and each other as they grunted and moaned. Pre-cum was dripping from both inflamed cocks and fingers continued to massage prostates. The other free hands stroked and frantically tried to find the weak spot of its rival cock.
The pace began to slow as each fighter was getting close, trying to keep from cumming. Heavy breathing could be heard as well as slurping noises from different body parts. Francis locked his lips onto Jamie again as both made muffled moans. Jamie froze for 3 seconds and then let out a loud groan as semen blew out of his rock hard cock. It continued to pump fluid for almost a minute and he cursed and moaned in a high pitch.

Francis had found the weak spot and took advantage. They collapsed, both coated in Jamie's thick cum. Next Francis put Jamie on his back and lifted his long tanned legs above his shoulder and slowly penetrated his hole. More grunting and groaning came from both fighters and soon the victor seeded the loser with loud grunting that lasted over a minute.
Francis continued to stay on top of his beaten foe, his hard cock still pulsating, making sure all of his juice was deep inside his rival.

Darker vs Lighter by Steviecftr68 and Romanticjock

It was quiet in the little clearing the cabin was situated in, the only silence broken by an occasional bird and the quiet babble of a spring pond just out of sight. The clear morning was beautiful by any standard, although the only two people for miles around were not in the mood to savor it. No, they were merely glad that they WERE in fact the only two people for miles around and were glad to have it. Each had made the hard climb up to the remote cabin from different directions alone and were glad of it. Now, they stood across the dirty hardwood cabin floor from their rival, both sets of eyes staring belligerently at the other, daring the other to make the first move.

Francis was about 6' 0" tall and about 170lbs, with dark hair and very dark eyes, his skin was an olive tone. He was clean shaven. He slowly removed his shoes and then his beige cargo shorts and denim shirt, revealing his smooth body. He was tanned from head to toe with the exception of a tan lines from his cargo shorts. His cock was flaccid and cut. It began to swell, anticipating what was about to happen. He was confident yet nervous at the same time. The stakes were very high for the loser of this erotic but fierce encounter. One boy would be victorious, the other badly humiliated.

Neil could be almost a copy of Francis, with sandy blonde hair and lighter blue eyes, his skin was markedly lighter than his opponent. No facial hair could be seen on him either, although as he began to strip in mirror of Francis, if he wasn't at least trimmed around his crotch then he was born with the most perfectly groomed body. He began to peel off his trainers and socks, with black athletic shorts and t-shirt going next until fully naked before his competition. As if in response to his rival's cock challenge, the cut, flaccid cock in his own groin began to engorge itself, prepping for what was to come. He could not wait for the contest to begin, in triumph or tragedy for himself. As soon as he was nude, he stepped forward to the middle of the room, to meet with his darker rival in the dusky shadows of the afternoon sunlight. There, they would state the final conditions under which both would fight, to take the honor and manhood from the other.

Francis stared at Neil as he slowly walked towards him in the middle of the empty room. The grimy wood floor creaked as his bare feet took each careful step until he was almost toe to toe and nose to nose with his rival. As if on cue, the two penises on the lean boys begin to swell and rise until they were pointing at each other, almost touching. Their smooth nude bodies were of very similar build, their hands and feet also close in size. Even their cocks were about the same size in length and girth as they continued to get even more erect to an almost 45 degree angle now. The naked warriors continue to stand and stare into each other's eyes, so close to each other they could feel the other's warm breath on their faces. Their hearts were pounding and their dicks were throbbing, ready to fight it out.

As the deafening silence stretched out, Neil could not take it any longer, he had to know, he had to see for himself if here was one to match his own. His hand reached down and grasped the firming cock of his rival in his hand. Francis gasped, the boldness of the other boy was staggering. Neil gave the rival dick a couple squeezes with his fist, it responded well, neither giving way nor wilting, but came back harder each time. The darker boy groaned but stood fast, daring his lighter opponent to continue. Neil continued to feel up the shaft, which by now was almost perpendicular to his body, until he reached his opponents balls. He began to finger them lightly, gauge their weight and heft in comparison to his own smooth pods. By this point Francis was not content to be left out of the proceedings, and firmly grasped the lighter boy's cock as well. He continued to stroke the blonde, getting him to moan a bit as he squeezed and tested the other penis, satisfied that this was indeed a worth challenger to his own shaft. Now both rivals were breathing harder as they continue to hold their rival organ in their fist. Each looked into the other’s eyes, willing to go any distance and then some to prove that he and his cock were better.

I’m going to tear you and your cock up, and then penetrate you and seed you, Francis quietly whispered in Neil’s ear. Neil could feel Francis’s cock pulsate as he spoke. Your cock won’t be able to get hard after I’m done with it was Neil’s stern reply. In an instant both boys grabbed the other’s heads and began a long deep kiss. Their tongues tangled inside open mouths as they held the back of each other’s heads. Their free hands wrapped around the other’s waists and embraced. The hard cocks began to grind and poke each other’s nether regions. They moaned in ecstasy, as the two bodies rubbed against the other. Strings of pre-cum were already sticking and stretching from cock slit to cock slit. Fingers began to probe for each other’s holes, searching for an opening. Heavy breathing and moaning was heard as the old wooden floors made creaking noise from bare feet stepping on bare feet as the young males continued to stand in this pre-fight ritual slowly began to unfold.

Francis could feel his fingers get past Neil's puckered hole, as he immediately tried to go for his opponent's prostate and thus weaken and hurt his rival. But he could also feel the lighter haired boy probing for his own gland, and could feel his own cock responding, getting harder quicker than he had ever felt it. It wasn't long before it was a true sword fight, each trying to catch the other's long cock between their legs and trap it to gain some lower control over the other. Their tongues continued to joust, not just to arouse but to control the tempo of the contest. Their cocks, hardening and jostling in the confined space, soon ran out of free space, so each began to pull back and undulate their hips, to try and hurt the other cock and balls with their own meat. It was a close, vicious battle, as Francis was able to spear the lighter boy in the balls once, but Neil countered by using his own cock as a bat to hit the darker boy's nuts in a side shot, making him wince. Luckily, each was now as hard as they were going to get for the first part of this contest, it was as if their cocks know that there was no going back. As if by mutual agreement, each boy stopped tongue dueling, removed all fingers and stepped back quickly, ending the ritual and allowing each to fully see the other in all their naked glory for the for the first time. Cocks now fully erect and almost touching, with a single strand of pre-cum that stretched and connected gap between the two sexy fighters. They could be different shades of clones for how much they resembled each other, with a thing sheen of sweat beginning to coat them making them glisten in the sunlight.

They were breathing heavily as their bodies pumped powerful hormones that would drive them insane with lust and the desire to defeat the other. Each gazed silently at the other’s body, taking in the sight of the long slender figures. Watching each other as they began to slowly circle each other, seeing the leg muscles alternately tighten and loosen as they moved toward each other, as their erect cocks swayed from side to side. They circled slowly, coming to a crouch with hands out and then simultaneously charging each other, the slap of flesh striking sweaty flesh echoed across the room. They immediately went into dual bear hugs, grunting and cursing, attempting to crush the air out of each other, groaning as they squeezed. Their bare feet kicked at each other. Francis hooked his tanned right leg around the back of Neil's left leg, knocking both of them to the floor. Both males then locked and twisted their legs around each other in a powerful hold. Each one could feel his opponent's hard cock and smooth balls grinding against his own. With their lower bodies were locked together like this, they continued their bear hugs, struggling hard for an advantage.

As they struggled, pre-cum from their cocks flowed freely now and stuck to each other's bodies like spider webs. Their sweat became much more copious and gave them a degree of lessened friction on the smooth hardwood. Neil tried to hook his legs behind his opponent's knee to keep his adversary from squirming away and mounting him. He then moved his bear hug down lower to Francis' waist and using his hips began to use his cock as a battering ram again, smashing his bulbous head into the darker boy's shaft and balls. Francis winced as the blows began to take their toll, and in response he shifted his grip lower to Neil's hips as well, in order to gain him some fighting space for his penis. Both men were looking down at the miniature arena that their reddening dicks were fighting in between their legs. At first the lighter shaft would lunge forwards, trying to spear the darker balls or sensitive underside. Hit, the darker boy wincing a bit and the lighter one smirking at the score. Then the darker shaft would swing in from the side, the head battering the lighter nutsack and jostling its precious cargo. Now it was the blonde's turn to wince as his manhood was pummeled by the grinning darker boy. On and on they fought like this, give and take, thrust for thrust, hit and parry with their meat swords.

Each boy could feel the heat and pressure as the other’s buns and anus grinding against his swollen member, causing it to grow even larger from the sensations. As one strained his hips backwards trying to pull his cock out of the vice-like grip, his cock's skin was raked and stretched across the rock hard muscles, skin and leg and pubic hair. Grunts slowly turned to roaring as they battled back and forth in the hot stud fight. Sweat covered their bodies even more and sex juices from their dicks were smeared around their crotches and upper legs as they rammed and ground against each other. Their toned legs wrapped tightly together as they knotted and strained. Both men's upper torsos were now grinding into each other so that each could feel the other's muscles flexing and tightening as they slowly rolled to and fro. Pools of sweat formed in their navels and then ran out as first one then the other rolled over to the top position. Back and forth they went, the floor becoming slippery from the bodily fluids, making it even more difficult for one to gain an advantage over the other in this intense sexfight.

Each thrust his cock at the other's asshole, trying to stick it in their opponent, but to little avail. Their balls throbbed as they collided with their opponent's thighs, cock or own testicles in route to a demolition derby of their genitals. Their minds, totally focused on one thing, the domination of the other, really had no other thoughts on how to do so, merely get on top and try to use your cock to your advantage. To do that they kept rolling over and over on the dirty hardwood floor, not seeing nor truly caring where they were going. That is, until they reached the edge of the Conversation pit and rolled once more falling down into it. They landed at the bottom on their sides so neither one was on top at that point. The two foot impact was enough to break their struggling limbs apart, throwing their bruised bodies to each side of the pit. Each boy was a little stunned. As Neil tried to shake the fogginess from his brain and get his limbs back under control, he saw his opponent was propped up on one arm trying to do the same. Forcing his body to respond, Neil gathered himself for a pounce on his still prostrate rival

He moved quickly and caught Francis in a vulnerable position. He was in the corner of the conversation pit and the lighter boy tried to take full advantage. Pinning Francis against the corner, he had him on his back. There was another frantic struggle as the darker boy knew the consequences. Francis tried to push out with one leg against the side as Neil continued to try and keep him pinned. The combination of sweat and dust on the dirty bare floor made it hard for him to get any traction. Grunts and groans echoed in the empty room as both fighters tried to prevail. Francis switched strategy and pulled his legs up, trying to get his feet on Neil's chest and push him off. His bare feet kept slipping because of the incredible amount of sweat and pre-cum on Neil's chest. The strategy soon turned out to be a big mistake as his feet slipped up and Neil pulled them up over his own shoulders, exposing Francis' hole. Pushing the darker fighter into the corner he had Francis rolled on his back, ass up, as his legs and feet helplessly dangled in the air. Neil put his hands around his foe's neck and squeezed as he tried to mount the helpless boy. His cock began to harden, sensing it was about have the opportunity to {removed} the enemy.

Francis grunted, trying to find some way, any way out of the position he was in. His arms flailed, trying to push away from the walls, but gravity and leverage were not in his favor here. His heels beat helplessly on his foe's shoulders as he tried desperately to wiggle out, but to no avail. He was wedged in too tightly to the corner. Neil's arms strained, trying to keep the darker boy from getting away. His strong cock, as if sensing the other's weakened position, grew rock hard, and stood like a horn jutting out from his waist, ready to impale his rival's exposed asshole. Using only his hips, the lighter boy rubbed his cock around the opening of the darker rectum, straining to fit it just right until the bulbous head was at its opening. There was then a pause as the lighter boy gathered his breath and strength, waiting for that final push to skewer his rival at the end of his hard cock. Francis, in his scrunched up position, was struggling to breathe as well. They stayed in this position, chests heaving, for a long minute, then the two boys locked eyes, knowing that this fight was about to come to it conclusion. Francis could see the light of triumph in Neil's eyes as the lighter boys readied his cock for the final thrust. Neil, a triumphant smile beginning to cross his feature, could see the fear and specter of defeat in the other. With a tremendous grunt Neil reared his hips back for the final push.

Francis tried to tighten his sphincter muscles to prevent the intruder from invading. He could feel the enemy cock attempting to enter. Both boys were grunting loudly as the battle intensified. The minimal lubrication favored Francis as the rival cock was slowed, just barely breaking through. In a desperate panic, Francis tried to reach Neil's face but couldn't get to it. In a last ditch effort he got one of his hands free and reached under and found the hard shaft of his aggressor. Squeezing with all he had he tug his nails into the underside of the shaft. Neil yelled out and tried with one hand to pull off the attacking hand. Francis continued to dig his nails in, fighting for his life as Neil's hand kept trying to get his now wounded cock free. This went on for over a minute, finally the lighter haired boy pulled back in an attempt to regroup. Still on top, Neil managed to pull his damaged cock away from the death grip. He moaned as he held his wounded manhood, blood leaking from the painful gouging.

There was a short paused in the struggle as both tried to catch their breath. The dark haired boy was still in the defenseless position but seized the opportunity. He was able to pull back one of his legs and kick his attacker in the face with his foot. The blow caught Neil in the nose, and a loud crack was heard. Blood immediate started to flow as he reached for the injured nose. With another kick to the head from Francis, Neil fell to his side. Both fighters laid there trying to recover for a moment but as if in sync rose to their knees to face each other. The intense struggle ensued from their knees, face to face, each trying to force the other down and dominate. Neil's thumb fish-hooked the inside Francis' mouth, trying to force his head down as Francis tried to pinch the bleeding nose of his rival. Blood was pouring down Neil's face and chest and onto the bare floor, mixing with his still bleeding cock. Both of them now grabbed each other by the hair on their heads with their right hands, while their left hands reached down and worked over each other’s erections. The boy’s heads were jerked back and forth while cocks were twisted and pulled upon. They instinctively knew the importance of damaging the other’s manhood. Neither boy wanted to be {removed}so fingernails dug deep into each other’s cocks in an attempt to scratch and possibly cut the large vein. If a foe’s cock could be severely injured it would not be able to maintain its erection and therefore would be unable to penetrate the other fighter. Neil badly wanted revenge for his wounded penis.

The blood was beginning to splatter all over the two of them, making it so it was hard to tell where the cut originated. Neil decided to level the playing field and dug in his nails to the underside of Francis' dick, causing the darker boy to howl as blood began to rapidly drip from his injured shaft. Francis retaliated by punching his rival in the gut, driving the wind out of the lighter boy and hunching him over. Neil responded by punching the darker boy even lower, in the balls, driving them both to hunched over positions. As they gasped in pain, Francis decided to up the ante by grabbing the other boy’s ball-sack and twisting cruelly. Neil gave a howl as his testicles were mangled, worried that he would also lose his erection. In responses, he went to seize his rival's nuts. Thus began a short, painful war of squeezing their foe's manhood in their hands, to see whom could give and take more. Luckily, both boys were not masochists and as if by mutual decision they each released the other shortly, falling back to opposite edges of the pit, moaning and cradling their wounded testicles and bloody cocks. Looking across, Neil locked eyes with the darker boy, seeing the anger and frustration of his own situation being reflected in the other boy's eyes. Slowly, stiffly, Francis gathered himself, forcing himself up to at least his knees, to take another shot at his rival. Neil saw his rival coming and got to his own knees as fast as his wounded body would allow. His cock was still dripping, and the blood from his nose was still flowing. Francis was in marginally better shape, although his cock too still saw some drops of blood falling from it. He reached Neil as the other had gotten to his knees and taking advantage of his foe's imbalance, he seized the lighter boy’s arm and threw him to the side of the pit. Neil lay there glassy-eyed, stunned by the impact on his head as the nude form of the darker boy advanced on him.

Francis dove on top and grabbed a hold on the battered blonde. He squeezed as hard as he could on his throat, hoping to choke out his rival. Neil quickly responded in like manner to Francis' surprise. Each now forced in desperation to try and outlast the other. The room was eerily still, all that could be heard was the choking sounds of two young males seeking to destroy the other over a common lover. Now both faces of the fighters were turning from red to blue, their tongues and eyes were popping out as the end was near for one. In a second Francis let go in sheer panic trying to pry Neil's bloody hands from his windpipe. But he passed out, collapsing on top of his hated enemy. Neil pushed him to the side, trying to gather himself. They both lay motionless, gashing for air, attempting to recover. The fight had been going on too long. The boys were exhausted, their cocks mauled and bloody. Their bodies brushed and battered, covered in blood, sweat and pre-cum, pushed beyond their limits. Francis slowly regained consciousness. He laid on his side watching Neil, hoping he would not see the fatigue in his eyes. Slowly he began to crawl away, still trying to regain strength. Neil reached out and snagged the bare foot of Francis from behind, stopping him from crawling away. Kicking at Neil, he fought to get away but the blonde would not release his foot, in fact, he was pulling the brunette boy towards him. But in a brilliant move, instead of the attempt to counter the action, Francis stopped resisting and pushed off with his hands and brought his feet and legs over Neil's head. He then snapped his dark, long muscular legs around the other's head in a powerful head scissors. The move shocked Neil but unfortunately for Francis, he left himself exposed and almost as quick, Neil made the same move on him. Both their heads were now locked between each other's thighs.

The two enraged sexfighters found themselves in a deadly sixty-nine position. They tried in vain to release their heads from the vice-like legs of one another. Side by side they lay, grunting and cursing, demanding to be let go by the other. There would be a pause in the action, as if to try and muster their strength and then an intense struggle, their bodies quivering at times. This happened several times. After another moment of stillness passed, the fight began again, this time they started to roll back and forth across the slippery floor. You could no longer see who was who as both boys had transformed into what looked like a single mass of legs, bodies, arms and sex organs. Inside the awful hold, each fighter started to torment the other. Their heads were jammed between each other’s legs, high up on the thighs. The combined odors of male sex, blood, and sweat assailed their senses. This, combined with exertion and the heat from their bodies, caused the most powerful erections they had ever felt. Each felt the urgent need to crush his opponent and plunge his throbbing meat deep into the others ass in victory.

To add to his injured opponent’s pain, the darker skin warrior began to dig between his foe's ass, probing for and finding his anus deep inside. But as he inserted a finger into his opponent, he received the same treatment. The fighters dug into the other, as each had his lower legs and feet crossed to get even greater pressure on the others head. Again, faces were turning bright red. If one were to pass out it would mean certain defeat as his victor could easily {removed}him. The deep fingering continued on each other. Neil had the longer, sharper nails and was doing more damage to the other’s ass. He was scratching the walls of Francis’s rectum and stabbing the prostate gland. The one on the losing end cried out as blood started to pour from his opening. Powerful leg muscles on both fighters stood out in bold relief. They began to jerk their bodies, hoping to get even tighter holds.

As the hold began to slip, both boys it felt like things were happening in slow motion. Neil was getting near the end of his rope, he had almost nothing left now. As good a shape as he was in, his body was exhausted, dripping with sweat and pre-cum. His nose throbbed and blood was still flowing, and now both his ass and his cock were bleeding. At least he was able to retaliate he thought with satisfaction, remembering the feel of his fingers clawing away at his opponent's prostate. Then a sharp pain from his own groin brought him back to the present. The darker fighter was still going, working his own ass over. His lighter fingers strove to retaliate, diving into the other's anus and making him pay even more for his discomfort.

Francis was taking a beating at the thighs and sharp fingernails of his foe, he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep the fight going like this. Feeling his hated rivals sex organ, he tried to open up a new front, trying to maul the hated genitals, and attacking the piss slit. Neil screeched, feeling the darker boy battering his wounded cockhead. The two passionate rivals, going all out towards the finish line.

Both fighters continue to struggle, locked in the 69. But eventually the massive amount of perspiration allowed Neil to get his head free from Francis’s legs. Francis' head was still trapped between his rival’s muscular thighs but during the deadly struggle his head must have moved enough to expose his trachea. In a last ditch effort, Neil jerked his legs and squeezed for a final time, crying out with a loud groan. The leg lock found the vulnerable area. The still trapped brunette’s eyes widened in fear knowing what was about to happen. He frantically tried to pull his head out of the deadly hold but it was useless. Within a minute he quickly passed out. The sandy blonde boy could not believe it! He kept the hold as long as he could and then released out of sheer exhaustion. If only he could have got him sooner, the terrible torture to his private parts could have been spared.

Silence again filled the empty room. It was almost dark but you could still see the liquid and smeared bloody footprints all over the place. Puddles of blood were everywhere. His dark haired enemy lay motionless. Was he dead or alive? Neil was going to seed his rival regardless. After a few minutes he made his move on the defeated warrior. The emerging victor got behind his hurt, exhausted opponent and achieved a full nelson as Francis slowly was coming back to consciences. This move made the victim desperate. The two nude sweaty boys struggled to the upright position on their knees, still locked in the full nelson. The dark haired fighter’s cock was not as hard as before but still turgid, dripping pre-cum and blood from the wounds. He groaned in agony. The winning fighter’s cock was becoming completely erect and absolutely rigid, despite its terrible injuries. Both their balls were swollen, but dangling down and dripping with sweat. Milky liquid continued dripping from both cocks and sweat was everywhere. The entire room was heavy with the smell of raw musk. As the struggle went on, they fell again on the slippery wooden floor but the hold continued. They rolled over so that they were face down.

Neil, the boy in the superior position, put his feet inside of his weakened opponent's and struggled to spread the tanned legs apart. A leg fight now took place as muscles strained to overcome the other. The bottom fighter knew this was his last resort. If his legs lost this battle, his precious hole would be exposed. Grunts and groans filled the room as the intense struggle ensued. Finally the tired legs of the young male on the bottom slowly began to part. The stronger fighter arched his back and as his cock slid down between his foes buttocks, he pressed forward. Slowly his hard cock forced its way into the other’s exposed, wounded ass.

The bottom wrestler fought back by using his anal muscles again to try to crush the invading cock. Both boys began bucking and slamming into each other in a fierce battle of sexual dominance. But the erect battered penis slowly ground in one inch after another, lubricated with sweat, blood, and dripping semen. It was incredibly tight and blazing hot. The bottom fighter could not keep his rival’s invading cock out, he groaned in despair and humiliation. The enemy cock sank deep into the tight bloody hole, and they rolled over onto Neil’s back, affording an incredible view of the two men locked together as one. The stronger wrestler’s cock was sunk up to the balls. Now that he was in total control, the victorious boy began to slowly fuck the loser, pulling his cock out and then slamming back in. You could see the cock gleaming with drippings and ass juices as it plunged in and out. The fucking was hurting both fighters because of the wounds to the cock and anus but Neil continued on. As he drove in and out of his opponent, the helpless victim’s bleeding cock leaked a slow and steady stream of semen. After several minutes he had a fierce orgasm and his wounded cock sprayed cum over all over.

The victor continued to instinctively thrust his cock in and out of the tight asshole of the other boy who met him thrust for thrust. He screamed loudly as you could see his cock and balls surging and pulsing as he filled the loser’s ass with his hot seed. He continued to keep his defeated rival in the hold. The loser was humiliated. He tried to break away but was too weak from the intense fight. The winner’s legs continued to be intertwined around his foe’s legs, keeping them spread open while also keeping him in the full nelson on the bare floor. His hard cock was still inside the tight hole of his victim. Blood began to drip from the loser’s ass from the brutal {removed}. The once proud dark haired fighter began to moan as his arms and shoulder’s ached from the painful full nelson hold. He looked down his tan shinny torso and saw his once perfect penis, now red and swollen, still bleeding from the earlier attacks. His long, smooth, tanned, and muscular legs were bloodstained and still tangled up in his hated rival’s legs, being forced apart and cramping from the hold. His bare feet were dirty and bloody as his toes wiggled when he tried to free his cramping legs. He could not believe what had happened. How could he have lost this sexfight to his hated rival?

Francis'asshole was red and burning, hurting from the furious and still sporadic fucking thrusts he was receiving from Neil's victorious penis. He was feeling what no man should ever have to feel, a hard throbbing cock splitting his insides open after proving it clearly and viciously belonged to a male superior to himself in every way here. In utter despair at his losing predicament, the darker haired fighter dropped his head in shame. Unshed tears welled behind his eyes, tears that his last iota of willpower was determined not to let his adversary see him drop. The rest of his body went limp.

Neil, feeling the unresisting body of his former rival, knew now that the fight was well and truly over, with his cock proving to be the superior one in the room. Slowly, his aching muscles relaxed, ratcheting down the tension in the room a bit. The lighter boy still kept his hold on the other boy in case he somehow wanted to fight still, but it was not to be, the darker boy was beaten. Slowly, fractionally, Neil released all the tension and rolled them both over, until it was just the two of them lying in a heap with himself on top, his cock still stuck in Francis' ass.

As both boys took deep breaths, strength started to come back into their limbs, and with it new life and new awareness of the situation. For Francis', the full depth of his humiliation began to roll over him like a wave, and he just curled up and suffered. But for Neil, it was like a new morning, realizing for the first time that he had truly and unconditionally defeated his rival, with the dynamic between them never to be equal again. Neil then gradually realized that he wanted to untangle from this loser that he had just vanquished, which was not such a simple thing in his weakened condition. First, his cock, while not exactly softening, began to get less rigid and more flexible, allowing him to pull it out of Francis' dark hole. The darker boy groaned slightly at this, but did not move otherwise as Neil began to get up. He gradually untangled himself from a still prostrate Francis to come to sitting position, and feeling began to come back to the rest of his body. While his ass and cock hurt, it was somewhat blunted by the surging hormones elicited by his triumph. The one thing that really hurt, and it did with nearly every breath he took, was his nose, which felt broken. Neil swore, his triumph marred only by this small fact. He briefly entertained the idea of going over to Francis and slamming the darker boy's face into the ground and breaking his own nose, but then he came up with an idea far more psychologically damaging.

As soon as he had the strength, Neil stood up and rolled the still face-down form of Francis to look up in the middle of the pit. The darker boy was still out of it, breathing but with a listless cast to his face. Neil smirked as he placed his dirty bare foot on the still boy’s chest in the pose of an ancient victorious prizefighter, for perhaps the most valuable prize of all, manhood. He stood like that for some time, waiting, until finally he could feel it, streaming out of his wounded but still semi-hard cock.

Francis's mind only stared to focus when he wasn’t able to breathe easily, then when he was nearly choking. His reflexes kicked in and he sputtered to life, spewing out the warm liquid Neil was pumping down his throat. When he came to realization that his most hated enemy had just literally, pissed all over him, he fell back even further into despair. As he lay there, with a triumphant smirk Neil leaned down and gripping the mop of dark hair. His hands pulled the darker boy's head close to his crotch as his hips got into the swing of it. Once! Twice! Thrice, his still semi hard cock whipped back and forth, striking the darker boy's face and further displaying his dominance over him. Leaning in, Neil looked Francis straight into his downcast eyes and said "It's over, Kris is mine, if you want to dispute that, we can have a go in here again," he said, a tad menacingly, a tad hopefully. The darker boy just moaned and curled up into a fetal position, finally sobbing. Neil just laughed as he walked away from the fluid stained pit with a broken figure curled up in the center...

end

We both lay on the old dirty linoleum floor gasping for air, exhausted. Blood, sweat and pre-cum cover our dirty nude bodies. This erotic wrestling match for top has been going on for a long time, almost an hour now. We have not taken any breaks but there are times we just get still, locked in each others tight grips and holds as we try to recover. Then as if on cue, the struggle continues.

This battle is a grudge match, winner determined by the one who can penetrate the loser. It is basically a {removed} fight. I want to beat and humiliate him and he desires to do the same to me as we punished our long lean naked bodies. Our cocks are being abused, scratched, twisted and pulled. Hair and nipples are being yanked without mercy. We both are moaning and uttering threats, curses, and insults at each other as we struggle for the dominant position. So far it's pretty even as both of us are about the same age and have the same stats. 6 feet tall, 170 pounds, tanned and toned. We are both strong but beginning to fade. The strongest one will prevail.

I am so tired but I must press on. He seems to be weakening as we roll around on the ugly floor in the basement of this old house. The place has not been lived in for years but it still has electricity as evidence by the cobweb covered single hanging dim light bulb. There are dead bugs and trash on the filthy floor as we roll around trying to establish some kind of position on each other. I can smell old urine in certain spots as we grapple.

Suddenly I have him on his back as we simultaneous squeeze each other in a bear hug. His long tanned legs wrap around my waist as I lay on top of him. We have both been in this position before during this skirmish but this time he seems winded. I try to pull my knees up and and lift his body off the floor. I am weary as well and it takes all my strength to lift him off the ground and then slam him down again. We both grunt and curse as I do this several times. My knees are bleeding as I bring him down again, his head and back hitting hard. His legs release and I quickly labor to bring them up over my shoulders. His bare legs and feet are up over shoulders now, exposing his ass. He groans as I pin his shoulders against the grimy floor, too weak and hurt to put up much of a struggle.

I feel relieved as I finally have him in this dominate, humiliating position. It's been such a long and intense fight, my resources are spent as I prepare to penetrate his hole. But something is wrong, my cock has lost much of it's erection from the struggle. I try to go inside him but it only bends. It also hurts because it's been bruised and battered during the contest. We both attacked each others cocks, hoping to wound and cause the other to be impotent, just in case we were in a vulnerable position like this.

I began to move my hips, rubbing my flaccid penis against his smooth hole and ass, trying to stimulate my weapon to get hard enough to finish him off. He soon figured out what I was trying to do and even though he was weak, he uttered more insults at me and my battle weary cock. Soon I could feel my cock getting harder but as I did he began to struggle beneath me. He got his dirty barefeet on my face and around my neck and started to choke me, I reached up to pull them away. We fought in this position for several more minutes and I was successful in pulling them away but lost my balance and he rolled me over on my side. We quickly fought for top position as our arms and legs tangled in a flurry, our slick bodies clashing for control. But while on his back earlier the rest did him well. He seemed to have renewed strength and mine was now gone.

I now find myself under him as he pins me to the soiled floor. At first I wrap my legs around him and try to hold on but i'm too tired. I push up on his chin to try and roll him off. He struggles but is able to maintain. He puts his hands around my throat and I do the same to him. It's obvious I am too weak from this long fight and I stop the mutual attack and try to pry his hands away from my windpipe. I begin to get light headed as I fight for air. We grunt and curse each other as I begin to gasp for air.

I must have blacked out for a moment as I find myself in the same exact position I had my foe in earlier. My legs and feet are dangling above his shoulders as i'm pinned to the floor. My ass is up, my hole exposed. I smell old urine as I look up at him. I see the old light bulb hanging above us, and the old wooden rafters from which it is anchored. My rival is breathing heavy as he tries to regain his strength again. I struggle to get him off me, trying the same move as he had earlier with legs and feet but I can't seem to get to his face or neck. He is able to keep my feet away. I can feel his cock trying to get inside me. It is hard but not hard enough to penetrate. The battle has affected his cock and hopefully the damage I did to it earlier served it's purpose. I was able to open up his {removed} with my nail. I know he is in pain as he tries to force his cockhead into me. He curses as I fight back by tightening my hole.

It's been a long time as we stay in this precarious position. My back is hurting and my legs are beginning to cramp being up over his shoulders. I struggle in vain as i can't escape. His cock is still trying to force it's way into my hole. I try desperately to keep it tight but I feel his cock break through in his last push. Ugghh, we both groan, his cock is rock hard but obviously hurting from the wounds inflicted in it. My hole hurts as well, probably because of the lack of lubrication and also when he fingered me earlier in this vicious encounter, digging his nails into my vulnerable hole. Slowly I feel his hard cock slip inside of me as I try to resist. I curse and spit at him but most of the spit just goes back on my face. Now that the head of his cock has gotten in and he is not in as much pain, but I am. We both begin to moan, but for different reasons.

I am spent, my body is almost limp and weak, beaten from our intense sexfight for dominance. He is battle weary too but continues to fuck me. The room is strangely quiet. I can hear our breathing mixed with sounds of his cock being slowly pumped in my ass. I can feel the moisture of the floor on my back. It is wet from sweat and blood. I can feel the grittiness of the dirt under me as well. I still can smell the stench of urine mixed with our manhood scents and who knows what else. My flaccid cock is bleeding from previous attacks earlier in our fight. It is also leaking precum. The fluids mix and run up my chest to my neck. My legs are numb from being high above for so long. I can barely wiggle my feet and toes above him. It seems like he has been fucking me for an hour but in reality it has only been 15 minutes now. His breathing increases as he begins to moan louder. There is nothing I can do except wish it was over. A stream of cum begins to flow from my battered penis. My ass is on fire. With increased thrusting he makes a loud groan and releases his load inside of me. I can actually feel his cock throb and his seed go deep inside me as he finally drains his load.

We lay motionless in the same position. I try to push him off but still cannot. His cock stays deep inside of me. I curse him as he spits in my face. Finally after a few more minutes he begins to slowly pull out. My ass continues to burn as I moan in agony. My legs go down, very numb, my back aches. His cock is still hard but red. The tip of it bleeds. I can feel a puddle of blood beneath me. We both lay on the floor side by side trying to gather some kind of energy to move. I want to get away as soon as possible but i'm so sore, so tired. He begins to slowly stand over me. He holds his wounded cock and is silent. I soon realize he is trying to release a stream of urine on me. He is cursing as he struggles to let it go. I begin to crawl away but he follows and soon is able to {removed}. His hot stream is weak at first but eventually gets stronger. He soaks my head and body, it seems like he goes on for several minutes. Finally he is done.

I don't know when he leaves but he takes my clothes with him. It is summertime in Arizona so i'm not cold but I leave this old house naked and wounded, physically as well as emotionally. I hate him and can only hope to get revenge.

Cockfight to the Death

The young men began to slowly circle each other, threatening and stirring up furious tempers, which sent their testosterone levels soaring. It was so tangible you could sniff it in the air. Their arms held like wrestlers at their sides, the men’s massively erect dark purple and heavily veined bulging shafts swayed and bobbed rigidly, all the time pointing stiffly skywards, the purple 'mushroom-like' heads shining as the thin membrane stretched ever tighter. Both erect penises were around 7.5 inches long.

James felt his hard, enlarged balls catching between his thighs and they swung and wobbled, nearing the size of pair old lemons they caught as he sidestepped. Both men anxious to get in the first blow danced around the ring like boxers. They were completely nude. Both were about 6-0 165lbs, tanned and toned with medium length dark hair. Their bodies were smooth and lean. They could have almost passed as twins.

Chris ' heart was pounding at incredible speed as the adrenaline ran free. He could smell the testosterone as they maneuvered closer, both wary, both intending to strike first. Almost nose-to-nose their stiff shafts smacked against each other as their muscular torsos met.

Something akin to an electric shock ran through their bodies and they each locked hands and began thrusting their vertical shafts together, withdrawing, and then pounding again and again. Their cocks swelling and their swollen balls colliding with almost every slam, after shoving each other backwards the men could see they were getting nowhere so instinctively they clasped their hands behind their backs.

Straight away Chris twisted his hips so that his rigid dick flicked James’ effortlessly aside. He thrust his pelvis forward, slamming their erect penises and prominent balls together. Chris grunted at this and twisting his hip to his right, he swung at James cock and pelvis, slamming their groins painfully. James was knocked backwards a step, but Chris advanced twisting his pelvis, his swinging, bobbing cock swiped James penis left, then right as he was driven backwards. His cock throbbed from this battering, but he pulled himself together and countered, twisting his hips right and left.

The sweating, leaking cum slicked penises smacked across each other too many times to count, – over and over causing reddening bruises and the raising of blood blisters over capillaries in their shafts. By now James' cock end and balls were aching terribly and his shaft throbbed. Gradually their penises dropped to around 45 degrees, which made it a little easier to fight; James could gratefully stand back from Chris. The fight was over a common lover. Each was determined to defeat and {removed} the other to add to the humiliation.

About eighteen inches or so apart now the intensity of the battle increased. Their torsos and hips swung and their swollen cocks battered each other so that they bounced and swung wildly. James felt like his cock was being hit with a wooden stick as Chris took wide and punishing swings at it. Their turgid cock ends smacked across each other making them sting and eliciting cries of pain from both men.

Their shafts whacked across each other a few more times making them throb as they both became increasingly frustrated and sensed that their opponent was about to crank up the fight. To pre-empt Chris, James suddenly took a step forwards and jabbed at his cock with his hard, smooth cock end, smacking it upwards against his abdomen and sinking his hard rod into his foe’s turgid balls at the root of his penis. Chris moaned. But the two men stood nose to nose battling. Then Chris let out a cry of surprise and acute pain from James bashing his cock on his. His rigid shaft bobbed and bounced to its 45 degree angle, and he twisted his hip, whacking James’ swollen end aside with his with a resounding slap. Before the sting of the blow subsided he charged the point of his cock end into James’ balls.

James almost retched, but he swung his shaft at Chris’s instead, catching his shaft a full broadside with a loud slap, which hurt both of them as they groaned. James sensed Chris was weakening and the expression on his face meant he was obviously still suffering from the attack on his balls. James swung and battered, driving him backwards. Chris grew angrier and began vehemently slamming his groin against James'. His penis and balls ached almost unbearably from this assault, but he considered it must be hurting James too, so he slammed his groin hard. This thrusting compounded the damage and pain.

Both in a large degree of discomfort, the warriors retreated and warily circled each other, the sweat pouring off them as though they were standing under a hot shower. Advancing again, their cocks whacked each other around several more times, each blow making them sting. The men’s hard cock ends also took several more direct hits. This was just like sword fighting! Their erect shafts stayed rigid though and James pounded his cock into Chris’s with a sickening dull thud twisting it violently aside, Chris let out a cry and grunted with pain and jabbed his weapon at James' cock and at the same time grabbed his shoulders.

As his hard end gouged into James’ balls, he gripped Chris’s muscular shoulders, sinking his fingernails into the flesh. Not expecting this, Chris roared in pain and tried to push James around the room, each kicking and stomping with their barefeet. James pushed back and their cocks came into contact again.

James winced as Chris swung with his full weight behind a blow which slapped his bruised and painfully rigid cock up to smack loudly against his sweating abs, splattering plenty of leaking semen around. As it bounced back to its 45 degree angle, James thrust it into his, throwing his pelvis in after it. Their penises thumped together as did their balls and they wrestled and twisted out together while the men grappled each other in a crushing bear hug, still on their feet. Their long tanned legs and feet kicked at each other trying to trip and bring the other down. They cursed and uttered more threats. “You'll never have Alan! Your cock will never be able to fuck anyone again”, yelled Chris. “I will destroy your rod and fuck your ass when I am done”, James shouted back.

Stiff cocks and swollen balls continued to mash against each other's as they ground hard, until James stumbled and crashed to the floor taking Chris with him. Their bear hug broke apart and they rolled several feet apart and got back to their feet. They angrily flew at each other and grabbing each other's shoulders again they kept their distance and swung their hips so that their cocks flew through the air, smacking painfully against each other for about 80% of the time. The rest of the time they frequently missed. This was hard work and their concentration was so great they lost track of time.

About another 5 minutes of this had them both heaving for breath and sweating so hard they were steaming, their bodies glistened, and still their rigid, dark purple cocks bobbed and swung as they battered each other into bruises, the prominent veins in their cocks throbbing as they were crushed and painfully whacked. The bruised cocks beginning to show black spots on the swollen veins as they fought, and their shiny purple cock ends were massively swollen, feeling like they might burst as they swung and thrust them.

Glancing down through the sweat stinging his eyes James could see pink wheels appearing on his shiny purple glands; the membrane had split and was peeling. A big blue vein in Chris's rigid column was threatening to rupture and the vein thickened to about half an inch. Neither of them was going to give in however and still they fought. Each desiring the to destroy the other and claim the prize.

By now James penis was completely numb and as he jabbed and whacked Chris’s A layer of membrane began to peel in patches from James cock end. Now completely exhausted, the men’s breath rasped painfully in their throats and their lungs burned as their chests heaved. The stench of semen in the room was overpowering. Their cocks had been battered completely numb and quite insensitive so they began pushing their purple glands into each other to test whose penis was the strongest.

James’ sperm-hole was sore, swollen and red raw, - his balls swollen to twice their normal size because of engorgement. Chris’s 'mushroom-like cock end was even more swollen and James estimated that Chris was more sore than himself, so he targeted it and rammed him head on, clenching his ass tight and squeezed the erectile muscle tight as he leant into him. Grunting and sweating hard, both men pushed their distorted and aching 'mushrooms' at each other's, but they repeatedly slipped off each other.

At one point, James managed to get Chris's penis to begin to bend in the middle before it flicked free and he howled in pain. Annoyed, Chris rammed back all the harder. "That was a pure fluke!" he said letting go of James’ shoulders and taking a couple of steps backwards. James’ bloodless tingling hands fell to his sides. Their cocks settled at just above the horizontal and their cock ends were grazed and peeling as clear fluid oozed from them. "Mine will break yours in half!" Chris bragged wrapping the fingers of his right hand around his thick, swollen cock. "Come on then!" James said working his own shaft in his hand, fluid running down his hand.

Chris jacked his flagging organ up harder and James watched with disbelief as it visibly throbbed and glistened because of its covering of fluid. Now with the stiffest possible erections, both of their cocks were standing up at about 70 degrees and they both agreed to break a rule to try to reach a conclusion. Both of them grasped their own rigid penis low down at the root and, leaving at least six inches of rigid shaft, pushed them down to the horizontal. This was painful at the root of the penis and inside the scrotum. They lined up their peeling cock ends and as their swollen and dripping sperm holes touched, still gripping them tightly, the men rammed them head on, pushing into each other hard, then let go of their ram rods, leaving them to fight it out to see whose would break.

Their hard rods, tip to tip, began to bend each other downwards, aided by the slippery fluid. Twisting and grinding their pelvises they pushed each other's penis upwards, sideways and bent a little in the middle, before flicking up almost vertical again. This was the signal for a break. Both in pain from trying to snap each other’s cocks each man took a step backwards and grabbing their own cocks again they pointed them at each other. "Come on you bastard, if you want to see whose is the strongest!" James said. Chris needed no second bidding. With an animal snarl both men hurled themselves forwards and rammed them together head on as hard as they could.

They both yelled out as their sore cock ends spread and their shafts began to bend. They pushed them together as hard as they could, using their legs to push. A prolonged "AAAARRRGGGHHH!!!" came from between their tightly gritted teeth as they thrust their groins and tried to bounce each other. James felt his shaft begin to bend painfully across his thumb. Chris was declaring victory as James came back at him, bending his softening shaft across his index finger. He jumped back. "OWWW! You almost broke it in half!" he declared rubbing it carefully. "You fucking cheat!" he accused, "You drew back and rammed it!" he complained. "No!" James argued. "It's obvious yours is going soft!"

Infuriated he jacked his cock quickly and came at James with it squeezed tightly in his hand. "Admit defeat you cheating bastard!" James said. Chris vehemently refused. The men jabbed their now grazed cocks at each other, and smacked their split cock ends across each other's, making them sting. Manipulating them in their hands they swiped and smacked with them until they tingled from the hard blows, small blackened lumps appearing at the site of injury. Blood began to leak from their piss slits. They began targeting each other's swollen balls, making each other retch as their stomachs exploded in pain. As Chris gouged a head-on ram into James’ balls James jumped back and let go of his throbbing penis. "I WIN!!!!" Chris roared as James knees buckled forcing him to drop to one knee. "No!" he shouted back. "Not until one of us can't go on" he said breathlessly, struggling against the pain to stand up straight.

The cockfighters approached each other again. Their breath rasped as their chests heaved. "I'm gonna castrate you, you bastard!" James himself wheeze. He could feel the sperm in his balls heaving and his swollen penis was desperate to shoot its load, but this would be a fight to the finish.

James swung a fist up to connect with his face. Chris tottered backwards a few steps, and then swung a fist at James’ head. James ducked then rammed his clawed right hand upwards into his groin and gripped his entire 'package'. Chris bellowed and grasped the back of James’ head with his right hand; his left hand slammed into his balls and gripped his package. Pulling on each others swollen balls and cock they swung one another around the room, roaring at each other and grunting like prize bulls. They both engaged in mutual headlocks as their free hands attacked each other's exposed manhood's. Their ball sacks began to tear open as nails gouged in probing for each other’s testicles. The fighters screamed and moaned.

It now became a slow motion contest to as each struggled to maul the other's manhood. They slowly moved around the dirty room, occasionally slipping and sliding as their barefeet tried to stay upright on the blood and cum stained floor. Up against the corner wall of the room, grunting and groaning they were locked together, breathing heavy. Each man knew what he had to do to defeat the other; destroy his rival's cock and in turn he would {removed}him, if his own cock would survive this mortal battle. James seemed to slowly be prevailing as he bent Chris down toward the floor in slow motion. But Chris was not about to give up as he desperately fought to stay up. However he was growing weaker and weaker. His cock was now bleeding badly as James' nails had found their target, the large vein had been severed!

They fell to the dirty floor, both still gripping one another's balls and penis, their nails still ravaging both. James wrenched Chris’s cock hard, nipping his purple cock head and digging his fingernails in deeper.

As blood gushed out, Chris screamed in pain and sank his nails deeply into James ball sack, trying to hook his fingertips behind his testicles to pull them off. As the blood ran down James thigh from the scratches and torn scrotum, he slipped his fingertips to the root of Chris’s penis with his balls and dug his fingers in, the nails penetrating deeply. Chris bellowed and twisted James’ balls right over, his penis twisting round beneath them. James roared in pain.

James tried to get up but hit the floor shoulder first, a second later his grazed cock head rammed into the floor. James felt the heat as the membrane abraded as it was partially torn off by the friction; blood quickly covered the floor from his torn cock end. On his back now, Chris rolled onto his side and twisting round, grabbed James head, twisting his neck as though to break it. James snarled through gritted teeth and grabbed Chris’ head. With this momentum Chris rolled James over him and they continued like this, fiercely grunting as they tried to break one another's neck. The pouring sweat made them both lose their grip as they were pulling and throwing one another around the blood soaked dirty floor in an untidy wrestling match. They rolled and tumbled across the floor punching at each other's heads, backs and groins, then back again.

Though in pain and exhausted, neither of them were prepared to concede defeat, so they continued to viciously attack each other. Chris was losing a lot of blood as the cut vein continue pump blood out. They were fighting much more slowly now, muscles popping in their arms as they wrestled. Their still swollen cocks slapped against each other and the floor as they fought and their cocks and turgid balls got friction burns as they twisted and dragged across the floor, grazing them until they burned and seeped. The men punched heartily at each other's heads. James saw stars and felt a tooth loosen. He split Chris's lip and blood splashed into James’ face and a broken tooth fell onto him in a splash of scarlet. Furious, Chris pushed James head backwards with a clawed hand to his face, his finger nails puncturing the flesh and almost gouging into his eyes as his nose was crushed upwards by his sweaty palm.

James grabbed at Chris’s throat with one hand and grasped his balls with the other. As Chris punched James’ ribs with his free hand James wrenched his penis and balls all over the place. As Chris's fingernails tore scratches into James face they both tried to kick, knee and punch each other between the legs.

They finally punched each other apart and began getting breathlessly to their feet. They circled each other silently, heaving painfully for breath. Their bodies smeared with blood and grime. Cocks and balls unrecognizable. Suddenly, Chris lashed out with a fist and with this lucky punch sent James sprawling backwards onto the floor, James arms spread wide as his hot, wet back hit the cool, blood soaked surface. Chris grabbed James by his blackened penis and arm, dragging him to his feet - propelled him into the opposite end. His penis bent painfully as it rubbed along the wall, leaving a bright smear of blood.

Stunned, James clawed Chris’s hips began ramming his head into his stomach. Chris doubled and leant over James’ back, wrapping his arms around his waist and tried to lift him. But James rammed the top of his head into Chris’s groin and flung his arms around his butt. As they fought, they rolled, still locked in bloody combat Chris hit the floor with his shoulders with James on top of him.

James dropped onto Chris between his legs and deliberately smashed his groin into Chris‘s. Pushing his knees out wider, James forced his legs further apart and, with his hands around his throat, began smashing the back of his skull on the floor, shouting and swearing at him and at the same time pumped his pelvis up and down slamming his still somehow erect penis and bulging balls against his. It hurt James, so he assumed that it hurt Chris. James’ balls squashed his momentarily, before being raised and smashed down again, his still erect penis twisting and smacking against Chris’s bleeding, softening penis. James felt his ravaged balls wobble with every blow and the unmistakable surging of an orgasm in his shaft. He suppressed it by tightening his erectile muscle and his ass cheeks. In the same instant, Chris roared as his penis began to spurt violently and whether involuntary or deliberate, began to buck, forcing their 'packages' to smack together harder.

James pounded back as hard as he could, his balls against Chris’s balls, James’ penis against Chris’s penis, a real man-to-man fight. This would sort out who had the toughest cock and the toughest balls as they slammed against each other over and over. James felt bile rise in his throat. Chris, screaming incoherently, grabbed James’ neck and began to throttle him. James head butted him several times and ground his 'package' yet more forcibly into Chris‘s.

"I win!" James gasped desperately as he lay resting on top of Chris. James suddenly became aware of a hot feeling in his penis. He raised up and looked down and went light-headed, horrified to see a huge black swelling the size and shape of a duck egg on the underside of his battered penis. A vein had ruptured, and the big thick one down the side looked likely to rupture. The searing pain in his penis almost made James pass out and he dropped to his knees as his legs went weak. His swollen penis remained defiantly erect on account of stubborn engorgement.

A very weak Chris saw his rival’s wounded cock and reach in for the kill. He may have lost the battle but not the war. He attacked his enemy’s badly damage meat, digging his nails into the thick swollen vein on the side. James struggled with him to release his grip but it was too late. James cried out in agony as the vein was cut open, and blood began spurting everywhere. James passed out for a minute and when he awoke, he found Chris on his back, his arm around his neck. The two fighters struggled more. James was able to sit up but Chris was still behind him with his arm around his nack and legs locked around his waist. he couldn’t believe Chris was still able to fight with all the blood he had lost.

Now it was James's turn to bleed out and Chris knew it. James struggled in this upright position as blood squirted repeated from the open vein in his cock. He was growing light headed as he tried to pry Chris’ feet and legs apart from his torso. James pounded his legs and barefeet on the floor, splashing blood everywhere.

Both fighters were growing weaker and weaker from their blood loss. It was only a matter of time before one would pass out and the other would squeeze off the air supply of his fallen rival. Although Chris’ cock was still bleeding, Jame’s injury was worse. A larger and larger puddle of blood formed under the wrestlers as they struggled. “Let me go” begged James as he could feel his life slowly slip away. Chris did not answer but only groaned as he tried to keep the pressure on his enemy’s neck and torso. Soon James passed out but Chris continue to hold his limp body in the lock, squeezing off his helpless rival’s air supply.

It was just after midnight when I arrived at the old farmhouse. I was glad I was able to find the place because it seemed to be out in the middle of nowhere. As I stepped out of my car, my bare feet touched the dirt driveway. The air was still very warm and humid on this summer night in Kansas. I saw an older blue Ford Explorer parked off to the side. I knew it was Jim’s.

Jim was the reason I was here on this moonlit night. He and I were involved with the same man. It was a love tri-angle. Chuck, (the other man), and I have been lovers for over a year when Jim appeared on the scene. At first it became a friendly relationship between the three of us but soon Jim was in the bedroom and sexual tension began to build. In fact, our three-ways escalated into sexfights between him and I over Chuck’s body. We became extremely jealous of each other. Chuck enjoyed the attention but after talking with him he was unwilling to make a choice between Jim and me. I hated Jim for this and he hated me. I considered walking away from Chuck and the whole thing but I felt like that was not fair to ask that of me. Jim should be walking away, not me! I admit it, I had selfish reasons too.

The sex with Chuck was awesome but there were other perks too. Chuck was extremely rich. He had lots of money from an inheritance and was very generous with me. We have been living together for almost a year now. We traveled all over the world, staying in luxury resorts and dinning at the best places in the world. I didn’t want to give all that up. I was willing to fight Jim for Chuck and everything that came with him.

I walked up the old wooden steps on to the creaky porch. I could see a dim light inside the farmhouse. I carefully opened the torn screen door and stepped in. The old house had a musky smell to it as I entered the empty kitchen. I spotted the door that led to the basement. I slowly and carefully walked down the steps toward the dimly lit room below. The steps were very rickety as went down. I hoped the steps would not collapse as they squeaked and moaned on my way down.

As I stepped off the last old board, I felt the cool dirt floor of this dungy basement. It was dimly lit by an old bulb hanging from the low rafters with cobwebs. The floor was just dirt, no tile or wooden flooring. It was scattered with trash. I detected the scent of ammonia. Over in the corner sitting on an old stool was Jim. He was completely nude. His eyes were dilated. I knew he had been doing meth. “I wasn’t sure you’d show up”, he spoke in a soft voice. “Looks like you underestimated me again”, I replied.

I removed my old tee shirt and shorts and kicked them to the corner. My cock was already swelling as Jim stood to his feet. We both stared at each other, sizing up our naked bodies. We were about the same height and weight. He was a dirty blonde and I had dark hair. Our bodies were tanned and toned and very smooth. I suppose that’s why Chuck was attracted to both of us. “Would you like a hit?” He handed me the pipe. I took it. I knew that he was high and that would mean an advantage in our cockfight for him. I inhaled and felt a flood of euphoria fill my brain. “That will be the last thing we share because when this is over, Chuck will be all mine”, I quietly said.

“You realize one of us will probably never fuck again after this encounter”, Jim calmly said. “You will be that person because your cock will be useless after I am done with it” I said as my anger began to build inside of me. We both stared down at each other’s penises. His was about then same size as mine, perhaps a little thicker. They were both already turgid, dangling downwards, over four inches of meat. They were both shaved with no pubic hair whatsoever. Sweat was beginning to form on both our nude bodies as we stared at each other. Jim tossed the crack pipe over in the corner of the small room. As if cued by an unspoken word we circled each other, claws out. Our cocks quickly hardened as we exchanged angry insults. All I could feel was sex and hate as my balls boiled with angry energy of sperm furious to be released. We charged at each other, simultaneously grabbing the hair on our heads and pulling back and forth, attempting to rip it out. Our naked bodies collided as we struggled for advantage. Our feet were kicking at each other, his long toenails cutting my shins. He was stronger than I thought as I could feel my head begin to be pulled down as my scalp was on fire! We grunted and cursed at each other as my head slowly was going down.

I released his hair and began to claw at his smooth chest. “You cunt!” he yelled as I found an aroused nipple. I quickly started to dig at it and was able to get it my thumb into it. “Awwwwww!” he screamed out. I had tried to sharpen my nails in anticipation of this fight. So far it was paying off. He let go on my hair and went for my chest as well. We both were clawing and scratching our chests, trying to hurt and inflict damage as we danced around the dirt floor. Unfortunately it was obvious that Jim had also prepared for this catfight, his nails were also sharp and even longer than mine. I winced in agony as both my nipples were savagely attacked. “Ugggghhhh!” Jim began to pull on my tits. He pulled me back and forth and then from side to side. His vise-like grip was so tight that his fingertips were practically touching each other through the flesh of my breasts. Blood began to run from down my tanned chest. “Noooooooo!” I screamed out. I tried in vain to pull his hands away from my chest. Unable to loosen his grip I attacked his face, clawing at his eyes. I missed but left deep scratch marks below his eyes and down his checks. Jim responded by releasing my nipples and holding his face in panic.

We stepped back from one another, and glared. “Had enough, bitch?” Jim shouted? "Fuck you cunt! I can take anything you can dish out!" I countered. Your cock won't be worth even sucking when I'm through with you." I replied. “Your cock isn't worth sucking now!" Jim replied. We now began to slowly circle like a couple of cats. We grabbed each other by the hair again and yanked as we both squealed. Hair was torn out by the roots. I managed to get Jim in a headlock on my right side. I had a good hold of his head with my right arm as I pulled on his hair with my left hand. We staggered back and forth in this position for a few minutes kicking and trying to stomp each other’s feet until Jim’s left hand made its way through my legs from behind. He grabbed my balls and began squeezing hard. I pulled on his hair harder now, but I was forced to let his hair go and try to pull his hand from between my legs. In a flash, Jim was out of the headlock and got behind me. With his arms wrapped around me from behind, he had me by my nipples once again. The pain I felt was excruciating as my chest was still sore from our earlier tit-fighting. I was able to strike back with my elbows as I landed several good shots to his sides. He was forced to release his hold as he couldn't protect himself from my flying elbows.

Jim shoved me to the dirt floor from behind and I landed spread eagled face down. He then proceeded to send a swift kick up between my legs that caught more of my inner thigh than my crotch. Before he could land a second kick, I grabbed his ankle and he came crashing to the floor on top of me. My head hit the floor and I was dazed for an instant. Jim quickly turned me over to get a good vantage point on my cock and balls. He was between my legs and before I could regain my senses, he was gripping my swollen cock, pulling and twisting it. I started to pull on Jim’s hair hoping to stop his attack on my sex organ. Jim then began to lift my midsection up off the floor by my cock. He held me there for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity. I thought my dick was going to be torn from my body. Then he let go of my organ and my ass came crashing to the floor. My cock was in searing pain as I tried to recover. Jim straddled me and started choking me. I tried to pull his hands away from my throat but his grip was tight! My air passage was being cut off as we struggled like this for over a minute. I kept trying to get to his face as he choked me. Out of desperation I reached down and found his erect cock. I gripped it tight, jabbing my sharp thumb nail into the underside of his shaft. He cried out but kept choking me. It became a squeezing contest, my throat vs. his cock. We struggled some more and just when I thought I was going to pass out he let go!

Still sitting on top of me Jim reach down and pulled my hand off his wounded cock. Blood ran down from it onto my thigh. I gasped for air rubbing my sore neck. He moaned as he held his injured cock. His cock was fully erect as it leaked blood and semen. I knew I had to act fast. I sat up and pulled his hair to the side and rolled him off me. He went for my hair as we struggled side by side trying to get the advantage over the other. Our bare legs were kicking and flying everywhere. I managed to get on top for a moment but he was able to roll me off. We rolled around the dirty floor of this old cellar for several minutes, grunting and groaning, fighting for position. We ended up in dual headlocks as we paused, trying to catch our breath.

“Give up now”, said Jim in a low whisper as both our chests were heaving. We were cover in blood, sweat and dirt. Our chests were scratched and seeping blood from the attacks. Our cocks were hard but aching from assaults. “I will never give Chuck up to you” I murmured. “Have it your way” was Jim’s answer. He reached down with his free hand and attacked my rock hard dick. I quickly matched his move by getting to his large boner. We struggled to keep the mutual headlocks and cock locks. I could feel his long nails going on the attack to my vulnerable sex organ. I did the same. We both moaned and we were hell bent to destroy the other’s sex organ. Our barefeet kicked and scratched at one another as our claws tore at our hard shafts. At one point I could feel Jim’s large vein as I dug in. I was hoping to spear it with my middle nail. He cried out as I felt warm liquid cover my hand. “OOOOOOooo!!! Fucker!!!” he screamed out. But he continued to maul my cock. I soon felt an intense pain inside my {removed}! His sharp nail had entered the slit. He was cutting it even as his other fingers were dug into my shaft! I cried out in agony!

With our legs tightly intertwined, arms wrapped around each other’s necks, and our free hands between our legs, attacking our exposed sex organs, we laid side by side in this death grip on the filthy basement floor. Jim and I whispered curse words at each other as we both suffered. We could feel our heartbeats through our hard but bleeding cocks. I was amazed we were still erect, despite the mauling each penis was enduring. And we continue to dig and claw at our wounded meat. I soon felt my {removed} being torn open even more. Jim knew what he was doing, even though he could not see my cock, he realized he had been able to get to a crucial area on my penis and was attempting to damage the head of my manhood. I was trying to do the same to his shaft, hoping I could make him bleed even more and weaken him. We were at the point of no return in this male catfight. Neither one of us would back down.

We were both exhausted from the intense fight. Our cocks were severally injured, and because of that, it seemed like our brains were sending even more blood flow to them. This seemed to fuel our hatred for each other and we continued to maul each other’s manhood. Our hands were tired from all the squeezing and clawing. But I could tell that Jim was changing his tactics on my cock. He released but then rewrapped his hand around my shaft. I could feel a different kind of pressure now. He was no longer clawing my hard meat; he was trying to bend it! In fact, he was trying to break my cock in half!” NO!” I shouted! “I will do the same to yours!” But Jim ignored my plea and continued. I frantically tried to do the same to his cock! Jim squeezed my hard shaft and at the same time was trying to force part of it backwards till it would snap. I attempted to do the same but the harder I squeezed the more it would slip, perhaps because of the blood and pre-cum. I felt Jim’s long nails dig into my erection. His stronger, longer nails kept my cock from slipping out as he squeezed. I began to feel my hard shaft bend even more! I was losing!

I tried to pull away but our bodies were hopelessly locked together. I finally released his cock and tried in vain to pull his hand away from my struggling penis. He fought to keep his hold as my tired hand tried to keep him from bending it more. This was his chance and he knew it, with renewed strength he squeezed even tighter while using his index and middle finger together to bend my shaft back. I begged in fear for him to stop but it was too late. There was an audible snap, soon followed by a tearing sound as the already mutilate head of my penis was bent backwards! Pain shot thru my penis as blood and other fluid poured from the {removed}! I moaned in despair as Jim’s two fingers continued to puncture the underside of my manhood. I was in shock as our headlocks were released and I looked down to see my defeated cock, strangely contorted. Jim used his other hand to continue the attack my broken organ as we lay side by side. Our legs were still tangled and I could not roll away. I tried again to pull both his hands from between my legs but I was too weak. Blood was everywhere. Jim’s cock was bleeding too but not nearly as bad mine. Now he was using his long nails to open up the underside of my ravished cock. Everything went black.

The next thing I remember was waking up with a rope tied around each ankle, spread eagle to the basement ceiling. I was on my back but my ass was off the ground a couple feet. Blood covered my entire front side from my shredded cock. Jim soon appeared with his damaged but erect cock in front of me. It was obvious he had been smoking meth again. He too was covered in blood. “I’m glad you finally woke up, I wanted you to feel me go deep inside you, you hurt my cock but I can still fuck you”, he said. “But you will never be able to fuck again”. I moaned in humiliation as his wounded but stiff cock penetrated my hole. He groaned from the pain I inflicted on his meat but it was nothing that he had done to mine. Mine was unrecognizable now and Chuck would be his lover. I blacked out.