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

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

The DADS drunkenly stripped their trunks off. BUCK SENIOR was already barefoot. BUTCH SENIOR kicked off his tennis shoes so hard they disappeared into the surrounding trees.

Both SONS backed away giving their Mean-Drunk DADS space, mesmerized by the spectacle they were about to witness. What really caught their attention were the lengthy, thick cocks extending and hardening on both their DADS. It was obvious that each SON, although not resembling his DAD in face or form, DID resemble him when it came to unusually impressive, long and thick man meat.

Both DADS smugly checked out their opponent’s hard cock, then glanced over at the two SONS who gawked at them speechlessly in a state of profound shock.

BUCK SENIOR. impudently stroked his tool aiming it directly at an astonished BUTCH JUNIOR. “Hey BOY! Get ready for me to put some blushing pink roses on your sweet butt cheeks. I know you’re gonna enjoy the ride I’ll be givin ya when I knock your fuckin ol man out!!!”

BUTCH SENIOR took a single step towards BUCK JUNIOR. He moistened his index finger with his pre-cum and rubbed his ample left nipple with it. “Hey, cutie-pie, bet you wanna suck on my man meat right before I plough your lily white bum, huh, BOY? And right in front of your out-cold, whupped old pappy. Get ready for your close-up now. Won’t be long before you’ll be smiling at what I’m gonna give you!!”

With the SONS thoroughly shaken, the DADS now turned towards each other. No two men ever faced each other with more confidence in their own invincibility. They smiled broadly, clearly eager to engage in full-on combat.

Without signal, they lumbered towards each other. They looked like two furious T-Rexes – intent on destroying, then devouring whoever lost. The two gigantic, hairy, naked men put their fists up eagerly closed in and the fight was on!!

The DADS roared defiance as their huge bodies collided with enormous force, their fists pummeling each other frantically. Within seconds blood poured out of multiple wounds. Cuts, bruises, welts appeared and kept multiplying. When they weren’t punching each other with all their might, they clawed each other’s flesh without let up. Their sweat-drenched bodies continually rammed against each other. A huge gash appeared on the top of BUCK SENIOR’s bald head sending blood in torrents down his face and body. Angry, jagged stripes appeared up and down BUTCH SENIOR’s broad hairy back sending rivers of blood washing over his gigantic ass checks and down the back of his legs and huge calf muscles.

What had been a rough contest between the SONS was now a savage, brutal all-out war between the DADS with the stakes being so important.

The SONS also observed nervously that their DADS enjoyed RECEIVING PAIN just as much as they enjoyed INFLICTING IT. The DADS’ smiles kept broadening the more violent the fight became.

BUTCH SENIOR actually laughed when BUCK SENIOR punched him in the nose causing a torrent of blood to spurt out in all directions wherever he turned his face. BUTCH SENIOR, returning the blow with equal force to BUCK SENIOR’s nose, drew the same laughing response along with the same torrent of spraying blood.

They took a brief timeout as BUTCH SENIOR in a gesture of war-like defiance wiped his nose with the palm of his hand and then smeared the bloody palm over his snarling lion’s head tat leaving his entire pec a dark dripping red mess. “FUCK YOU!!,” he yelled at the top of his voice which he followed by loud mocking laughter.

BUCK SENIOR, in response, took his index finger and in a deliberately gross display shoved his finger into each of his bloody nostrils, then took turns dabbing blood onto each of his ample chewed-on nipples. His lightning bolt tats on each pec pointed to the blood dropping from each tittie. BUCK SENIOR was immensely proud of his pair. He admired his nipples for a second and then roared back, “THAT ALL YA GOT MUTHA-FUCKER? THAT ALL YA GOT?”

BUTCH SENIOR responded, “GOT A SHITLOAD MORE!! THIS IS TA KNOCKOUT, BASTARD-FUCK - AND YOU STILL STANDIN!! BUT NOT FER FUCKIN LONG!!”

BUCK SENIOR yelled back, “THEN LET’S FIGHT FUCKER!! YOU GOIN DOWN HARD AND FINAL!! I’M GONNA PUT ANOTHER FUCKED-UP SCAR DOWN THE OTHER SIDE OF YOUR FACE WHILE I’M AT IT!”

BUTCH SENIOR responded forcefully, “YEAH, WE GONNA SEE ABOUT THAT RIGHT FUCKIN NOW! LET’S GET IT ON YOU FUCKIN PIECE OF SHIT!!”

Their eyes glared with sadistic glee as they took one more brief second to relish the damage each had done to his opponent, then slowly and drunkenly they circled each other once more.

BUCK SENIOR’s thick moustache had lost its wax and therefore its upturned twirl on either end and now hung limply and blood-soaked over his lips. His bald head had gashes and welts and was spattered with wet red blotches all over. BUTCH SENIOR’s silver-haired crew cut was likewise dyed a wet scarlet. Their bodies were a mass of black and purple bruises, their faces swollen and badly marked.

After an exchange of more cuss words and threats enthusiastically tossed back and forth, they raised determined fists, charged forward and hammered each other with drunken blow after drunken blow. Their drunkenness rendered them (almost) impervious to the pain they were desperately trying to inflict with all their might.

The battle royal went on for another hour without a single break or any sign of slowing down. Throughout, the DADS never stopped shouting cuss words at each other. BUCK SENIOR emitted a loud gasp as BUTCH SENIOR bit down on BUCK SENIOR’s ample left nipple leaving it even more chewed up looking than ever. BUCK SENIOR returned the favor by biting BUTCH SENIOR’s pec bearing the snarling lion’s head tat. The sight and sensation of this pec attack had BUTCH SENIOR seeking revenge, so he began lustily chewing on BUCK SENIOR’s ample right nipple. Once again BUCK SENIOR emitted a loud gasp. He pulled BUTCH SENIOR’s head in close to his chest with both arms as BUTCH SENIOR slurped and chewed on his right tittie.

After this latest nip attack on BUCK SENIOR, a momentary separation gave each fighter a chance to survey the damage done to their proud, heaving chests. BUCK SENIOR’s left and right ample nipples, more frayed than ever now, stood rigidly at attention drenched and glistening with saliva and blood. BUTCH SENIOR’s pec bearing the snarling lion’s head tat was a throbbing red wound.

A sudden lunge from BUCK SENIOR using bloody fingernails carved a deep gash on BUTCH SENIOR’s cheek. He triumphantly boasted, “I TOLD YA, MUTHAFUCKER I WAS GONNA GIVE YA A MATCHIN SCAR!!” BUTCH SENIOR retaliated by munching on BUCK SENIOR’s right cauliflower ear. BUCK SENIOR responded in kind by making a meal out of BUTCH SENIOR’s shoulder.

They separated once more spitting blood and flesh from their mouths into each other’s faces.

Now, thoroughly battered, bruised and bloody, the warrior men exchanged fierce bear hugs, sweat and blood splashing around them in waves. BUCK JUNIOR and BUTCH JUNIOR from the sidelines clung tightly to each other all too aware that this DAD-WAR was building to its crescendo.

From black, swollen, almost-closed eyes, they squinted ferociously like feral beasts. Then, after bellowing their ear-splitting battle cries – “GO DELTA!!!, “GO SEALS!!!” – with spit and blood drenching their up-close faces – in one more determined attempt at victory - they simultaneously head butted each other as hard as they could!!