DADS AND SONS - FATHERS' DAY FIGHT WAGER (Part 4 of 5)

DADS AND SONS – FATHERS’ DAY FIGHT WAGER
Part 4 of 5

BUTCH JUNIOR threw a straight jab at BUCK JUNIOR’s mouth drawing blood. Deckside, BUTCH SENIOR spewed beer out of his nose and went crazy with joy. “FIRST BLOOD! MY SON DREW FIRST BLOOD! FUCK EM UP, BUTCH JUNIOR! MAKE ME PROUD, SON!!”

BUCK JUNIOR licked at the blood trickling from his cut lip and smiled at his sandy-haired opponent. “Fuck yeah, man. This is ON.”

BUCK SENIOR roared his disapproval, “BUCK JUNIOR, GET IN THERE AND WHUP HIS ASS!! GODDAMNIT, SON, YOUR HONOR’S AT STAKE!! AND A LOT MORE BESIDES!!!

With a wicked smile on his face, BUTCH SENIOR replied. “YEAH, THAT’S FOR FUCKIN SURE!” BUCK SENIOR snarled and opened another bottle of beer.

BUCK JUNIOR was already unleashing a flurry of punches at BUTCH JUNIOR’s face, the last a direct hit to the nose. Blood seeped from BUTCH JUNIOR’s nose, down his face and onto his muscular pecs.

Now, both SONS blooded, they raised their fists and began circling one another in earnest. As their DADS cheered ever more loudly, the SONS’ cocks hardened even more. They both charged at the same time throwing punches in a frenzy. During this melee, a mouse formed under BUCK JUNIOR’s eye, a matching mouse formed under BUTCH JUNIOR’s eye, an angry bump appeared on BUCK JUNIOR’s forehead and a cut on BUTCH JUNIOR’s cheek brought a stream of blood running down the front of his torso. Another blow to the mouth of BUCK JUNIOR expanded the cut and more blood poured out of it.

As the fight went on with no break or time outs allowed, this being a contest of endurance and will as well as dominance and strength, the SONS went into bear hugs, just to maintain their balance. Even then, they never stopped peppering each other with body blows to the side and back. They were now smeared with each other’s blood. Blood was splattered in patches on the grass around them. Their still-hard cocks crossed swords and continually thrust and rammed against each other.

They took turns battering each other with gut punches, but their super-hard six-pack abs, though bearing purple bruises, failed to stagger either SON. Clearly exhausted, each time they briefly separated long enough to catch their breath only to resume battle once more, it was getting harder and harder to raise their arms. After one incredible collision, they both toppled over and the fight continued on the ground. Wild punches were thrown, they even resorted to hair-pulling and scratching as each tried to straddle their opponent for advantage. They cried out and gasped in pain but their determination to win never flagged.

The DADS never stopped yelling encouragement as they downed beer after beer. The blood and signs of damage that appeared on the SONS’ bodies only increased their blood lust.

Each SON still showed grit, but their bodies were utterly exhausted. They each rose from the ground to continue but were now at the point where they were hugging each other just to keep from collapsing to the ground.

BUTCH SENIOR yelled, “NOW’S YOUR CHANCE! HEAD BUTT THE BASTARD!”

BUCK SENIOR screamed, “PUNCH HIS NUTS!”

BUCK JUNIOR and BUTCH JUNIOR paused and looked directly into each other’s blackened eyes. Recognizing that the contest was going to end in permanent damage if they continued, they slowly and deliberately sank to the ground in unison, their torsos pressed hard against each other in a bloody smear.

As they rolled onto their backs on the soft, comfortable grass with the sun shining down warmly, still side by side, gasping for air, still bleeding, they slowly turned and looked at one another. They were both extensively marked and bloody. Unexpectedly, they smiled and still silently laying side by side, their hands, which were already quite near, extended until their fingers touched. Then, with a mutual sigh of relief their hands clasped. Simultaneously, their cocks stiffened again.

BUCK SENIOR and BUTCH SENIOR from their perches on the deck were baffled by the sight of their prone SONS with standing, at-attention cocks.

BUTCH SENIOR yelled, “HEY, THERE’S NO WINNER YET!!”

BUCK SENIOR yelled, “WHAT THE FUCK? STOP LAYIN THERE LIKE TWO PANSIES AND FINISH THE FUCKIN FIGHT!!”

The furious DADS drunkenly descended the steps of the deck and stood over their SONS still recovering on the ground.

BUCK SENIOR yelled, “GET THE FUCK UP YOU TWO!! THIS IS A FIGHT TO KNOCK OUT!”

BUTCH SENIOR yelled, “THAT’S THE TERMS!! THAT’S THE FUCKIN BET!! NOW GET THE FUCK UP UNTIL ONE OF YOU IS KO’D!!

BUTCH JUNIOR shielded his eyes from the bright sun, but he could still make out the hazy form of his DAD gesturing his arms drunkenly over him as if he were trying to scoop him up from the ground.

BUTCH JUNIOR said, “Sorry, man. We’re done. We’re callin it a draw.”

BUTCH SENIOR fell to his knees grabbed BUTCH JUNIOR by his hair and furiously hissed into his ear. “LISTEN YOU INGRATE FUCK! The LOSER of this fight HAS to move out of the STATE. YEAH, THE WHOLE FUCKIN STATE! THE DAD WITH THE LOSER SON HAS TO LEAVE THE STATE FOR GOOD. THAT’S THE BET I MADE WITH THAT FUCK BASTARD!! Now get your ass up and knock the pretty boy son of a bitch out!!”

BUTCH JUNIOR rose to a sitting position. A few feet away he could see BUCK SENIOR was having the same frantic conversation with BUCK JUNIOR.

BUTCH JUNIOR said, “What’s keeping anyone from HONORING that bet? Even if one of us does knock the other one out?

BUTCH SENIOR whispered directly into his ear, “BECAUSE SHIT-FOR-BRAINS, THE WINNING DAD FUCKS THE LOSING SON IN THE ASS AND IT’S FILMED. The fuckin film leverages the losers to leave the state. You wanna be the star athlete around here or do you wanna SHARE? I’M DOIN THIS FOR YOU!!”

BUTCH JUNIOR struggled painfully to his feet and started moving away from his DAD who crowded him all the same. BUTCH SENIOR slapped BUTCH JUNIOR across the face which stopped him in his tracks. “DON’T WALK AWAY FROM ME!! IT’S FOOLPROOF! NO MAN WOULD EVER LET A FILM OF HIS SON LIKE THAT BE MADE PUBLIC!! IT’LL BE A SECRET LOCKED UP FOREVER AND WILL PREVENT THOSE FUCKERS FROM EVER MOVING BACK HERE!!

BUCK JUNIOR was having the same conversation with his DAD and was heard saying, “ARE YOU INSANE? YOU WAGERED MY ASSHOLE TO THAT FUCKING ANIMAL???”

BUCK JUNIOR broke away from his DAD while BUTCH JUNIOR did the same. They moved instinctively towards one another and standing back-to-back, glared defiantly at the enraged DADS who began circling them.

BUTCH JUNIOR yelled as loud as he could. “YOU’RE A TEACHER, HE HAS A GOVERNMENT CONTRACT!! YOU’LL BOTH LOSE YOUR JOBS OVER THIS INSANE FUCKIN BET!!

This stymied the two DADS. They looked at one another dumbfounded. But as they glared at each other another idea occurred to them right then and there. Suddenly, it was if the SONS weren’t even there.

BUCK SENIOR said, “FUCK IT!! YOU AND ME!! WE FINISH THE FIGHT BAREFISTED, NO HOLDS BARRED TO KNOCKOUT!!

BUTCH SENIOR responded just as delighted, “YOU FUCKIN SON OF A BITCH!! FUCKIN A, LET’S DO IT!