There Mark was, lying on his back with his two boys on top of him, each frantically kissing him. As they grinded their erect cocks against Markâs muscled, hairy body, their bodies began to rub together more intensely. In the heat of such an agonizing connection, they began to tug at the otherâs hair, but this time it wasnât hate that bound the two to each otherâs locks, but lust. The two young boys began to experience such a strange mix of emotions, neither of who could quite understand; Anger and jealousy, but also desire and elation.
As Owen and Mark shared a solo moment, kissing deeply, Grayson, who was acting completely uninhibitedly, and with Owenâs hair still wrapped around his fingers, pulled Owenâs face away from Markâs and began kissing Owen. This was not your sweet, delicate make out session. Each of the two rivals sought to assert control over their kiss. Their tongues clashed and pushed against one another. Hands still pulling at each otherâs hair, both boys began to whimper in the otherâs mouth. Owen, deciding to take control, thrusted Grayson off of Mark and was soon on top of Grayson, as the two continued to furiously kiss. With his rival now beneath him, and with Mark watching eagerly, Owen made eye contact with Mark as he began using his hands to explore Graysonâs slick, smooth body. Grayson, not wanting to be outmatched, used both of his hands to smack Owenâs ass so hard that Owen squealed in pain.
Still competing for Markâs desire, the boys were now melting into the otherâs kiss. Their breathing was becoming heavier. Their attraction towards the other grew as their smooth bodies pressed together with every passing minute. They were intoxicated by the smell of each otherâs sweat and the sound of each otherâs moans. In a moment of intensity, Owen pulled back from his rivalâs kiss, and moaned so loudly as his head dropped back. Graysonâs back lifted from against the bed in almost in instant. He leaned his body into and against Owenâs, burying his head into Owenâs neck and beginning to bite his skin. Mark was overwhelmed by all of this. He didnât dare to even touch his leaking dick at this point. He would have exploded right then and there.
As Grayson delivered a series of passionate kisses and bites to Owenâs neck, he simultaneously began stroking Owenâs hard, throbbing cock. Owen couldnât take it. He began to squirm, trying not to cum, and yet at the same time, all he wanted was for Grayson to fuck him. At that moment, Owen had fallen so deep in his own desires that he could not even remember how this whole thing begun. That was until Grayson, bringing his lips from Owenâs neck to his ears, whispered in a soft and yet truly cruel tease. âYou donât deserve, Mark, slutâŠ.â Owen felt a burst of outrage run through him, immediately seeking to take back the control he lost when he found himself consumed by Graysonâs kiss. Squeezing as hard as he could as he grasped onto Graysonâs hair, thrashing the blondeâs head backwards, Owen whispered in response: âIâll make you regret that, bitchâŠ.â
With their foreheads pressed together, more hateful words were breathed between the boys as they were now engaged in their hairpulling battle. Their mouths hovered closely. âStupid slut.â âFucking bitch.â âHeâs mine.â The two gripped at each otherâs nude bodies so tightly that they each felt as if they might faint. Before that could happen, they felt Mark reach in and grab both by the arms, pulling his cats apart and forcing each on their back. Mark was now on top of his boys. The 6â3 bull collapsed forward and began grinding his cock onto the two of them, his pre-cum so much that it his cock glided effortlessly between their bodies. Mark was letting off a series of grunts as his throbbing hard cock forged its way between his two battling beauties.
âFUUUCK Iâm going to cuuuuuum,â screamed Mark, as a gushing orgasm of epic proportions came roaring out of him and onto the face of his boys. Both Grayson and Owen quickly shot up to their knees to begin licking every last drop of their stallionâs milky cum. Mark let out a yell of painful pleasure as he felt two warm mouths wrap around his twitching cock. The boys had quickly dried Mark completely up. Thirsty for more, they grabbed at each other and began to lick Markâs still-warm cum off the otherâs face, eventually falling backwards with Owen on top. The nude and soft-bodied 20-year-olds were now once again pushing into and against one another, there in the center of the hotel room bed. Their eyes were locked. In a heated rhythm, their cocks began grinding, up and down, back and forth.
Owen began to go in for a kiss, but as he lowered himself, Grayson grabbed his hair and with all the force he could muster, rolled the two over on the bed. Grayson, letting out a scream, slapped Owenâs face. Frozen and with no time to react, a second slap came down and splattered Owen in the face. Grayson smirked, âthereâs more where that came from you little bitch.â Owen, instead of lunging with rage, replied with a seductive âletâs see what you got.â As he said those words, he hurled Grayson onto the floor. The two boys were quick to their feet, meeting at the end of the bed. Owen had a slight evil grin on his face, as he slapped Grayson as hard as he could. Grayson slapped him back. One by one, taking turns, the boys slapped each other with all their might. They were clearly getting off on this, Mark thought to himself, as he watched from a chair in the corner.
They wanted it. To fight. To be at war. To claim Mark for themselves. In a fit of frustration and unquenched desire, their bodies came together and collided against the wall. Grayson leaned in and whispered âhe doesnât want you slut. He wants me.â âShut the fuck up,â whispered Owen. âMake me,â replied Grayson. Both angry, and with unmet sexual desires, they knew what they wanted from the other.
âI will make youâŠ.â came a soft, nearly inaudible threat from Grayson.
âNot before I make youâŠ.â Owen responded with no more volume, but just as much certainty.
âWinner takes all,â Grayson moaned. The competition had begun.
Whoever made the other cum first was going to win Mark, but the battle was now bigger than just Mark. Both boys wanted to prove who the superior twink truly was. Still pinned against the wall, their lips met as shivers ran up their spines. Their kissing more sensual this time. Owenâs hands had found their way to Graysonâs ass as he began to caress his hole. Grayson retaliated by lifting Owen up off the floor. Still wildly kissing, Owen wrapped around his legs around Graysonâs lower back. The two were going at it hard. Grayson clutched Owenâs hard cock in his hands. Owen let out a loud moan and went in to kiss Grayson so aggressively that the two fell back onto the carpet. The cats were now rolling round and round on the floor, making out harder and moaning louder than ever before. Their twin cocks were so in sync with the other. With each thrust and roll, their increasingly sensitive dicks got more and more wet.
âUggghhhhh fuuuckâŠ.â Owen moaned softly. Bracing himself as he bear hugged Grayson, he fought tirelessly not to burst. In an effort to cease Graysonâs attempt at succeeding, Owen got his hands on Graysonâs cock and began stroking. His grip was so effective that Graysonâs initial struggle for Owen to release his dick became a lust-weakened submission. Grayson laid on his back as his legs lifted up to Owenâs shoulders and crossed at the ankles behind Owenâs upper back. âBiiiiitchhâŠ.â Grayson cursed in a strengthless moan. His hips began to thrust themselves up. Owen started to suck his oozing cock. Grayson could tell an orgasm was building and was going to shatter at any second. Owen was just too good at this, he thought.
Just as his legs began to spread in pleasure, out of fear of losing, Graysonâs hands rushed to Owenâs hair and yanked his rival up and out from between his legs. Grayson kicked Owen away from him and began to crawl away. Knowing that he had only seconds to follow-up on the sexual progress he had made before it faded, Owen dove atop Grayson. With Grayson trapped on his back, Owen moved his rock hard dick between the blonde twinkâs spread thighs. As Grayson began to squirm and try to fight to get free, Owen thrusted his cock into Graysonâs hole. âUUUGGGGHHH ahhhhhh,â groaned Grayson, as he wrapped his legs around Owenâs back, trying to stop his dick from thrusting farther and deeper into him. But Owenâs force was too strong, pushing Grayson into a pleasure he was doomed to accept.
âSame cunt, now cum for me!â demanded Owen. Owenâs cock felt so good inside of Grayson that within seconds of Owenâs demand, Grayson let out an animalistic howl of pleasure. It was so intense that Owen could feel it vibrating from within Graysonâs tight, quivering hole.
âIâM GOING TO FUCKING CUUUUMMM.â And with that, Grayson exploded, screaming in pleasure and anger as his eruption grew more intense by the second.
âI won cunt. You never deserved Mark,â said the gloating ginger twink in a hiss. Owen slapped Grayson across the face and looked over at his prize, who was sitting back on the chair, eyes widening with pleasure as he looked at Owen look at him. Owen, still as hard as ever, removed his cock from his rivalâs ass and got up, leaving the blonde twink to continue to convulse on the floor.
As Owen rode Markâs giant herculean body on the chair, making the most passionate love there ever was, Grayson laid on the floor and watched in horror. Their wild sex continued to the bed even after Mark and Owen both came. At that point, Grayson had gotten up and left the hotel room in shame. He had his lost his man to Owen. The battle was over. Mark was Owenâs, and Owen was Markâs.
The End.
In the next story, it will be Markâs turn to fight for Owen. Stay tuned!
Mark walked into the bedroom quietly, carrying both boys over his shoulders. Although exhausted from their brawl, the boys couldnât help but continue to yank each otherâs hair and curse one another out. âBitch. Slut. You weak piece of shit,â murmured Grayson. Simultaneously, Owen was calling Grayson trash, over and over again. He knew that calling him trash made Grayson the angriest. âQuiet down, boys,â Mark softly said as he approached the bed. âLet go of each other. Come on.â âIâM NOT LETTING GO OF THIS CUNT,â yelled Grayson. With that, Mark threw Owen and Grayson onto the bed, causing them to break their grips on the otherâs hair. âTHATâS ENOUGH,â yelled Mark, in a stern and powerful voice. Both boys were stunned as well as turned on by Markâs aggression. It was a completely different energy from what he had been exhibiting all night. Owen and Grayson, who were both on the bed, lying on their backs side by side, immediately obeyed Mark.
The sight of his boys going at it so hard for so long, all for him, and now having them lying in bed together, was making Mark harder than he ever thought he could get. His heart was racing, knowing the best threesome of his life was right in front of him. âI want both of you to keep your hands off each other. Your only focus is pleasing me. Now come here my beautiful boys. My dick needs some much needed attention. Iâm throbbing.â Like a race towards a prize, both boys shot up on all fours and instantly crawled forward towards Mark. It was clear that they were both vying to get at his cock first. As they both reached Markâs cock at the same time, their bright blue eyes first locked with each other, then up at Mark, before ascending on his cock like starving animals. They were going after Markâs cock with fervor, devouring it with both of their mouths, wrestling to claim his cock as their own.
As Mark looked down at Grayson and Owen deepthroating his hardened cock, he wanted to kiss them both so badly. He was so attracted to them. He couldnât help but compare their bodies. They were so similar, each smooth, toned, and petite. Mark reached down with his left hand to caress Owenâs plump round ass, while at the same time using his right to embrace Graysonâs equal, sizable and juicy ass. In unison, Mark slapped both his boysâ asses as hard as he could. They moaned with pleasure and submissiveness. Mark found his way to both their assholes, which he knew very well. They were both ready for Mark, soaking wet and radiating with heat.
Jealousy soon arose as Grayson and Owen sucked on Markâs milky cock, as both boys unintentionally laced their fingers around their manâs vein-throbbing shaft at the same time. Grayson abruptly pushed Owenâs hand away, causing Owen to push him back in retaliation. Quickly turning to face each other, they plunged into an intensified bearhug, with Grayson grabbing Owenâs thick red hair and snapping his head back. While still locked together, the two soon crashed to the floor. They began kicking and kneeing at each other and using one hand to hold the other and their free hand to tug at the otherâs hair. As they rolled around, it was difficult to tell who was getting the worst of the action. Both boys had battled wildly all night. Mark now wanted the attention back on him and growled âENOUGH! Get off of each other, now!â Unable to let go of each other, Mark had to intervene and pull the two apart. It took quite the effort to separate them, and even then they continued to grab for each other. Grayson was livid and yelling for Mark to let him fight this bitch, as Owen encouraged him to do so.
Deciding to take control again, Mark wrapped his arms around each of them and pulled them close together, bending his neck to kiss one of them and then the other. The kissing turned hot and heavy, with Mark feverishly going between his two boysâ lips, bouncing back and forth. As the kissing became more intense, Mark lifted both boys from the ground. In such a tight hold, their lips, tongues, and mouths all met in one intense struggle, with Owen and Grayson both trying to out-do one another. They wrapped their arms around Markâs back, and without missing a beat, grabbed a handful of the otherâs hair. With such grips they tugged whenever the other would get Markâs attention for too long. Such vindictive assaults continued, causing each boy to gasp in pain, and whimper into Markâs mouth, even as they took turns kissing his delicious lips.
As the minutes passed, the two boys began to focus more and more on spiting one another, rather than pleasing Mark. Each were triggered with ferocity by the others refusal to leave and abandon their claim on Mark. He was theirs, they both thought. Although he certainly wanted to continue hooking up with his boys, Mark was turned on by their overt competition and decided to get creative. âAlright, youâre going to put on a little show for me.â Mark let go of the boys and walked backed to the bed to sit. âShow me what you got boys.â Both Grayson and Owen looked to Mark with their same lustful, adorning eyes, trying to decide exactly what he meant. âShow daddy who has the bigger dick,â Mark clarified with excitement.
For a moment, Owen had begun to spiral, finding it difficult to repress his emotions of anger and jealousy for Grayson and give Mark the attention he deserved. Grayson, however, wasted no time before he tried to impress upon Mark that it was he who he should desire. Grayson was overconfident about everything, including his dick. From Markâs perspective, Owenâs dick was outstanding, certainly just as impressive as Graysonâs. Grayson placed his hands on his hips to pose, with Owen following his lead. The boys pointed their erect dicks at each other, inviting Mark to compare and pick the best. They both had amazing dicks and took pleasure in Markâs gaze, as his head whipped from side to side from Owen to Grayson and back. They posed and thrusted out their dicks knowing that Mark was comparing them.
âSo, whoâs it gonna be daddy?,â asked Owen. âTheyâre both so perfect and so similar. Come over here and let me taste you both,â Mark replied. Grayson and Owen walked towards the bed as Mark got on his knees and began to suck both of his boysâ gorgeous, hard dicks. The boys were side by side, skin to skin, as Mark used both of his hands to hold each of their cocks, giving them the attention they deserved. However, it wasnât long until a catfight was bound to erupt, and that it did. With Markâs mouth still massaging and stroking each of their dicks, it took one glare between Grayson and Owen for them to yet again put their hands on each other.
Owen grabbed the first handful of hair and pulled Graysonâs upper body down hard. Grayson, however, hip checked Owen, causing Owen to tumble to the ground. Instead of diving for him, Grayson continued to let Mark such his dick, as Owen rose to his feet. Once again Owen was able to get his hands into Graysonâs hair and pull, and with that, both boys spilled off the bed and onto the carpet. They rolled briefly and wrestled for control, as Mark sat back on the bed to watch the show.
Grayson managed to mount himself on top of Owenâs chest and scoot forward, trying to pin Owenâs arms schoolyard-style; but Owen pulled Graysonâs head down and got his arms over Graysonâs neck in a front headlock. The boys grunted a few times, as Graysonâs hand reached between Owenâs legs to grab a hold of his dick. Grayson pulled as hard as he could. Owen shrieked in pain, and managed to flip Grayson off from on top of him. Both boys grabbed the othersâ heads between their legs into a 69 position, and their faces became buried in the otherâs crotch. "Slut, when we finish this one of us won't be able to walk,â Owen heard Grayson say under his breath.
As Mark watched from the bed, the erotic nature of their fight was becoming more and more obvious. The thought of Markâs lips and tongue on Graysonâs body filled Owen with frustration and resentment, as he tightened his legs around his rivalâs neck in jealous outrage. Grayson squeezed his grip even tighter in return. As both boys began to feel like they were going to pass out, they broke apart and released their grips, each coughing and exhaling from the choking they just endured. Both boys came to their knees, huffing and puffing and panting, as they glared at each other with such fierceness.
They soon were on their feet, putting out their hands and interlocking them shoulder height, pushing against each other in a test of strength. But this time was different. This was not as vicious of a catfight as their previous brawls had been. Everything was slightly calmer and slower. They exchanged cold stares while they grabbed two fists of the othersâ hair. This time the yanks were less, though each still held a firm grip. Their movements seemed almost like some kind of sexual ritual. Mark was completely frozen by hedonistic lust at this display that was so primal and animalistic. "Bitch," Owen said in a breathy voice, "Get the fuck out of here, unless you want to watch me fuck my man. Iâm not sharing him with you!" âNeither am I,â barked Grayson, "Not a chance in hell, bitch. How about this: I slap the shit out of you, and you sit there crying and watch while I fuck MY man." "You should leave before you embarrass yourself even more than you already have, you trashy cunt," Owen replied.
In an attempt to break this standing catball, Grayson tried to pull away from Owen but lost his balance, falling backwards onto the carpet. Owen was on him like a wildcat, driving his knee into Graysonâs stomach as he landed on him. Grayson instantly grabbed Owen by the hair and pulled him sideways off of him. As they scurried to try and get the advantage, they found themselves in sitting positions facing each other. As if they had rehearsed this move beforehand, they grabbed onto each other's ankles and pulled themselves closer together. They were sitting upright now, each with one leg over the other's leg and their erect cocks tightly pressed together. They each then crooked a knee behind the other's back to press themselves together even tighter. Their chests were smashed completely together as they each dug both hands into the other's wet, mangled hair. Panting and moaning heavily, they began grinding their cocks together as they jerked each other's heads from side to side by the hair. They held this mutual hold for a while as the sweat continued to drip from their bodies and their chests heaved up and down.
Mark was absolutely enthralled by what he was witnessing. He was so aroused by seeing his boys grinding their cocks together. âKiiiiiisssssss. Fuuuuuuuck just kiss,â moaned Mark. And just like that, the two rival twinks lunged at each other and became engaged in a fiery, half-vicious kiss. Mark had been waiting all night for this. âYes boys, get into it. Fuuuuuck,â gasped Mark. Owen and Grayson were making out so intensely that sounds of snorts and nasal-gasps were filling the room, as they struggled to find air in their passionate, jealousy-infused kiss.
At this point, their struggle over Mark had bound and intoxicated them. They felt an intensity they had never experienced before, an excitement that the challenge to win over Mark had bestowed upon them. âCome over here now, I canât take this anymore,â Mark wailed. Owen and Grayson wasted no time and dove at Mark, forcing him to fall back on the bed. They began kissing him with undiluted devotion and affection, each fighting to pull Markâs face towards them and away from the other. The intensity amongst the three of them was electrifying.
The boys had finally submitted and accepted that they would have to share Mark, at least for tonight. But who was Mark going to fuck first, and how would he decide?
Before Mark could even get Grayson to the couch, the two began passionately making out. Mark couldnât control himself. They were going at it like two lovers who hadnât seen each other in ages. With Graysonâs legs tightly grasped around his torso, Mark lowered the two onto the couch. Mark was ravenous. Grayson fit so perfectly on his lap, straddling his giant body, and pushing up against his rock hard dick. For a split second, Mark came out of his purple-hazed passion and removed his lips from Graysonâs, blurting out âOwen!â With his arms wrapped around Markâs upper back, which was so big Grayson could barely touch his two hands together, Grayson whispered âfuck Owenâ and started lustfully kissing Mark. Within seconds, Owen made his presence known. âGet off of him. Now.â
Grayson quickly turned to look at Owen, as Mark eagerly said âOwen baby come here.â Grayson turned back towards Mark, pulled him in and gave him a deep kiss, making sure the sound of their lips touching was loudly heard by Owen. Grayson then turned back towards Owen and said, âMy man loves kissing my soft lips, donât you baby.â Owen was clenching his fists so tightly he was beginning to lose feelings in his hands. âGet up you fucking pig. Get the fuck up off my man,â Owen screamed.
âNow boys, canât we play nicely now? Daddy needs some attention,â Mark said. âHold on daddy,â Grayson said with confidence, âlet me take care of this slut and then Iâm all yours.â Grayson stood up and faced Owen, leaving big beefy Mark on the couch alone, with a raging boner. âIâm not scared of you,â Grayson snarled. âAlright boys,â Mark said, âI clearly canât keep you two apart. Fight for me. Let daddy see how badly you want it.â This was the first time Mark had so overtly pushed Owen and Grayson to fight. Hearing Mark say those words brought Grayson and Owen to a level of hatred they didnât know was possible.
Owen charged Grayson, tackling him in Markâs direction. Both boys fell onto Mark and quickly over the couch and onto another glass table, which immediately shattered as they crashed onto the floor. The completely nude boys resumed their tumultuous catfight with dizzying fervor.
Ignoring the shattered glass they now found themselves in, the fearsome femboys struggled to pin the other down. Both their hands were locked, and their long, lean arms were battling for strength. The belligerent boys laced their legs together and began vigorously rocking back and forth, wrestling and hitting each other. They became tangled up in headlocks, both trying to muscle the other to his feet. Now on their knees, they engaged in a nasty tug of war with each otherâs hair. Both boys were howling as their heads violently flown in multiple directions.
After a minute or so, Owen was able to yank Graysonâs hair hard enough that he lost his balance, forcing each boyâs grip to loosen. As they began to swiftly get up, Owen quickly grabbed a lamp that had fallen with them off the table. Now standing, Owen swung the lamp at Graysonâs head, but Grayson avoided it. Eager to get his hands on Owen, Grayson leapt at him and knocked the lamp out of his grasp. The force of the impact sent both boys falling back over the couch and onto the floor in front of where Mark was sitting. Mark was rubbing his throbbing cock at this point, trying not to explode at the show, as the two dug their finger nails into each other and wormed together like snakes. Owenâs hands gripped tightly on Graysonâs shoulders, pinning the blonde, but not for very long. Grayson quickly worked one foot in between himself and Owen, and kicked the ginger off. Owen flew backwards into the wall, hitting his head against a large, framed picture. Glass immediately shattered over his head. With this, Grayson had time to get back on his feet.
Without the slightest pause, both boys stood and set at each other. With glass still in his hair, Owen charged and propelled his rival into a bookcase. Now locked in a bearhug, Grayson rained punches onto Owenâs back, as Owen struggled to pin his arms down. Off balance, Owen fell backwards, carrying Grayson him. The two hit the carpet with a thud that knocked the wind out of both of them, and a catball quickly ensued. Suddenly, the bookcase came crashing down, completely covering the fighting boys. Mark let out a gasp. He couldnât have anticipated their fight was going to be this explosive. After hearing their moans, Mark quickly noticed the bookcase jump and move chaotically.
The boys were not letting anything stop their fight, so they continued wrestled in the small space beneath the bookcase for some time, clawing and pinching and kneeing and kicking. Their muffled moans and grunts sped up and grew louder and louder until suddenly the back of the bookcase broke open and the two brawling cats emerged, still locked together in a feverish struggle. Mark watched in amazement. Locked in a hectic catball, they quickly rolled into the bedroom.
This is when Mark tried to step in again, following the boys into the bedroom and attempting to break them apart. "He's mine", panted Grayson. "No he is mine," screamed Owen. âBoys, break it up,â Mark said with intent. Mark was able to pull Owen off of Grayson and bearhug him into submission. With that, Mark demanded Grayson go to the bathroom, and with reluctance, Grayson obeyed. As Grayson walked away, Owen began thrashing in Markâs grip, and just as Grayson reached the bathroom door, Owen let out a shriek as he leapt out of Markâs arms and charged Grayson. Somewhat startled, Grayson tried to slam the door in Owenâs face, but the angry twink flung himself into the door, knocking Grayson against the sink. The fight was now confined to the bathroom.
As Mark quickly made his way to the entrance of the bathroom, Grayson had laid his foot into Owenâs stomach. The blow knocked Owen into the wall, where he lost his balance and fell. He grabbed the shower curtain, but it failed to slow his fall, and instead, completely ripped. Without missing a second, Grayson was on top of Owen before he could lift his legs to defend himself. Trapped in the enclosed space, their slick, naked bodies began to writhe and slither against each other. Pinning the gingerâs wrists to the floor, Grayson screamed, "When I get through with you, you're gonna clean up every single thing you wrecked, you fucking whore!" Owen screamed in reply, "Clean it up yourself, cunt!"
Owen abruptly rolled to one side, tossing Grayson against the toilet. He immediately pounced on Grayson and sank both hands into his blonde hair. With a howl of pain, Grayson counterattacked, clawing at Owenâs hair. They landed side-by-side on the cold tiled floor and erupted yet again into fierce catball. Brutally yanking hair, they teetered from side to side, each trying to gain control. They toppled over and over, with their legs wrapped around each other so their bodies looked to form a tight knot. Their legs entwined as both boys began to scratch and bite. The tangle of femboy fury churned about the bathroom floor, as they threw punches one after another in a wild flurry of fists before burying their fingers in each other's thick hair yet again.
Back and forth they rolled, grappling nose to nose. Their strength was so evenly match that they knew they had to outlast and outsmart the other. Owen began searching for something with which to bash Grayson with. He was able to get his hands on a bottle of body oil that was just outside the shower. The two boys fought for control of the bottle, and soon they were being doused with oil. Mark was entranced. This was like a real life porn. Their wild hair became matted down, and their bare skin took on a bright sheen as the bottle spilled every last drop upon the crazed duo. Mark was so aroused.
The floor had become so slippery that the boys ended up separated at that point. The oil dripping from their bodies had made a puddle on the floor, and the two were finding it difficult to regain balance. Crawling slowly now, the twinks neared each other again, intent upon fighting. Grayson struck first, with a smack across Owenâs cheek. Owen slapped him in return, with Grayson counteracting with another slap. Again and again the twinks slapped and hit at each other. The sounds of bare skin being smacked rang in the air was like erotic music to Mark, mixing with the moans and sharp exclamations of his two femboys engaged in a heated slapping catfight.
As they worked their way around the floor, Owen eventually found his legs touching the rug that began at the entrance to the bathroom, which was where Mark had been standing. Eager to gain an advantage, he rolled onto the carpet and got to his feet. The pause was welcomed by both boys. Their bodies were red from their stomachs to their faces from the incessant barrage of powerful slaps, and they were beginning to tire from the length of the strenuous combat they had been in. Mark put his hand on Owenâs back, âbaby, letâs stop this.â But neither boy was finished. "You had enough?" taunted Grayson. "No. You?" asked Owen, panting. "Oh, I could go all day."
Grayson and Owen both raised their hands and closed. Wading into each other, they threw punch after punch, neither stopping to block or avoid the other's blows. Their cries of anguish rose in pitch as the pain each was feeling spiraled out of control. Determined to win, they came together, rested their chins on their shoulders, and continued slugging. Grunting loudly, they wailed on each other for a few minutes, until the speed of their attacks finally slowed. They settled into a clinch, and began staggering around the bathroom like inebriated dancers.
Owen groaned, and pushed with all his might, trying to topple Grayson over backwards. The pair stumbled around wildly until their momentum led them to topple into the oversized bathroom tub. Their oil covered bodies slipped against the otherâs so beautifully, Mark thought. Each boy strived to climb atop the other and straddle him, but they were both unable to gain control. With hands in each otherâs hair, they were still tugging as hard as they could, but their energy was dwindling. The hatred between the two was as intense as it was at the beginning of the fight, if not more so, but their bodies had weakened. âI hate you.â âI hate you too.â The moans were getting more frail and shaky, as each looked like battered cats at this point.
As Mark stood there, watching his two naked boys rub against each other in the tub, he had never been so aroused. âBoys, letâs break it up now. Youâve had enough.â Without warning, the boys were startled by the feeling of water falling on them. Mark had turned on the shower. âAlright my boys, break it up. Let go of each other.â With that, their bodies gave and both boys let go of the otherâs hair. After letting the water wash over his twinks for a little, Mark, who was completely naked at this point, lifted both boys simultaneously, one over each shoulder, and carried them into the bedroom.
Mark was taking back control now. Let the sex beginâŠ.but can his boys keep their hands off each other? Stay tuned!
At this point, the sheer force of Grayson and Owenâs catfight was so extraordinarily uncontrollable that their brawl had poured into the living room. Before Mark could follow his fighting boys, he heard the sound of breaking glass. Grayson and Owenâs bare bodies landed on the coffee table, and the top piece of glass had completely shattered. Instead of worrying about what the extent of this mess was going to cost him, Mark was so turned on by what he was watching that he didnât care in the slightest. Grayson found himself on top of Owen for the first few moments, but not for long. The boys began to frantically roll, their bodies furiously interwoven, as if they were somehow becoming one. Their hands had basically not left the otherâs hair since their fight begun. Mark didnât blame the two for using this tactic to try to gain advantage, as both his boys had so much hair to begin with. That is, until tonight.
Now in the living room, the boundaries of their fight were widening, no longer confined to the smaller entryway. To Markâs delight, more space only magnified their catfight, amplifying their impassioned rage towards the other. The boys were falling everywhere, unable to contain their bodies from the forcible movement happening between them. There was an urgency growing in Owenâs moans and grunts, as his hatred for Grayson was oozing out of him. While rolling on the floor, Owen had managed to pin Grayson against the wall. Grayson hurriedly wrapped his legs around Owenâs torso, squeezing as hard as he could. Their fight had blown up across the entire living room, and now, they both had the other nailed down to one spot, locked in their rivalâs embrace, only allowing for stationary, yet frenzied movements.
There they were, his two gorgeous femboys, locked up in an incensed ball of rage. Mark moved closer to his battling duo; he wanted to smell their sweat, to hear their ever elongated moans. As Mark moved closer, he could see that Grayson and Owenâs faces were so close that they almost were kissing. He wanted to fuck them both in that moment so badly. Their hands were still interlocked in each otherâs hair, as neither would stop tearing the other to shreds. Their mutual hair tugging was met with wails of pain. Mark stood there, erection raging, contemplating trying to drag his two boys into the bedroom so he could finally fuck them. But Mark remained frozen in his place, his eyes filled with lust.
âLet go of my hair you fucking faggot,â sobbed Owen, âahhhhhhhhhh.â âThis is so you never touch Mark again,â yelled Grayson, âI will never let you near Mark.â Their agitation continued to grow more hysterical. Their stares were affixed, almost as if sending a stream of warnings and threats to one another. So many feelings were seething from each of them. Their dedication to ripping every hair from the otherâs head, all for Markâs affection, was almost heroic-like. Their devotion to Mark was that of true commitment, so much so that they couldnât stop fighting; their eyes intently locked; their mouths open; their bodies deliriously quivering. The boys could not get closer at this point. The full length of their bodies were pressed into one another, stomachs and chest flattened in parallel.
With a loud grunt, Grayson exerted as much strength as he could, driving both boys into another repetitive roll across the floor, as each pushed and pulled wildly. While still clinging to one another, they struggled to get back to their feet. There, standing for the first time in a while, the boys tried to find the strength within them to overpower the other, but the two were simply too evenly matched for such dominance to take place. Hands in hair, they began to sway back and forth, seemingly losing their energy. In so much pain, they each tried to pull themselves away, but found the other's grasp unrelenting, and too well-matched. Minutes passed as they engaged in this slow, yet frenetic dance around the living room. Their eyes were both flooding with tears as they thrusted their bodies so deeply together. To Markâs excitement, their catfight had found itself cascading into the bedroom. Mark was beside himself. He was so horny. This was it. He was going to get to fuck them both.
Their whimpering moans continued as the two boysâ catfight had spewed into the bedroom. Together they landed on the king-sized bed, settling into a stalemate position, their legs and arms intimately interlaced. The steady exchange of âbitchâ and âcuntâ between the two persisted, but at this point, they were almost whispering it. As he entered the bedroom, it was becoming all too much for Mark. The sight of his naked boys wrapped so tightly around each other on the bed was beautiful, as each pulled on each otherâs hair in unison. This was magic for Mark. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before; unlike anything he could have ever imagined. He had never been so attracted to either of them. Owenâs gorgeous red hair and Graysonâs striking blonde locks, together so closely, made for an exquisite pairing. More than ever, Mark saw so clearly just how maddeningly similar the two were: their tight torsos being of equal length and tone; their lean muscles of equal size and shape; their round, tight asses comparing no different than that of their own reflection; even their voices, endlessly sensual and sweet. They were exactly the way Mark wanted them. They were perfect.
The ever present recognition of similarity he was observing was it for Mark, he had to devour them. With their foreheads pressed together, each of the two passion-drunk boys closed their eyes in delirium as their fingers deepened farther into the depths of each other's hair. Their desires for Mark forbid them to stop their yanking. Closer and closer they pulled, as their thighs and calves coiled around each other. Almost completely out of stamina and strength, the faint whimpers of his boys drove Mark to finally act. âAlright boys,â he said with dominance and authority. âThatâs enough.â With that, Mark came in from behind and put his massive arms around Graysonâs torso. Even as he began to lift Grayson, an easy task for such a strong guy, Mark quickly realized that his two boys were not going to let go of each other that easily. âBoys, boys, thatâs enough,â Mark said in a softer voice now. âFUCKKKKK YOUUUUUUUUU,â Grayson screamed. âBIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTCCCCCHH,â Owen cried. Finally, their grip loosened, and Mark was able to separate the two brawling boys.
With Owen left lying on the bed, panting from exhaustion, Mark carried Grayson out of the bedroom and into the living room. He needed his boys to separate and calm down, for Mark was about to fuck their brains out.
Owen couldnât decide whether or not to tell Mark what had happened. Would he be angry? Would he break up with BOTH of them? As Owen was tending to his cuts and bruises, not to mention his pounding migraine from his hair being ripped out of his scalp, it only took one look in the mirror for him to realize he couldnât hide this from Mark. âIâm his good little boy,â Owen said out loud as he looked at himself in the mirror. âWhat have I done?â Later that night, Mark texted Owen and told him he was dropping by. And just like that, Owen heard the sound of Markâs keys opening the front door. Owen was dressed in a bathrobe, having had just spent the last few hours showering and attempting to make himself look presentable for Mark. âHi baby,â Mark said ever so softly. âHi,â Owen said, in an almost soft whisper.
Mark walked over to Owen, knelt down, and as he lifted Owenâs chin with his hand, Mark said âGrayson called me and told me everything.â Shock set in as Owenâs eyes widened and face began to turn red. He couldnât tell if he was angry that Grayson called him in the first place, let alone to tell him about their fight, or embarrassed and worried about what Markâs reaction was going to be. âAre you ok?â Mark asked. âYes, baby. It all happened so fast andâŠâ âBaby, itâs ok,â interrupted Mark. âI had a feeling this was going to happen.â âYou did?â, replied Owen. âOf course. You two have to share me. I donât want to give either of you up. Although I was not expecting all this,â said Mark has he caressed Owenâs black and blue bruise under his eye. Owen felt relieved. âAnd can I be honest with you, baby? It turns me on that you two are fighting over me.â Owen immediately perked up, and could feel his dick begin to get hard. âYa?â Owen asked Mark in a flirtatious tone. âYa,â responded Mark, his voice starting to shake as he grabbed Owenâs head and moved closer to him. âIt turns me the fuck on having my boys fight over me. Now kiss me.â Mark and Owen kissed like they have never kissed before. The passion between them was palpable, each breathing heavily as they embraced and made out with a sense of hunger. Mark undid Owenâs bathrobe to find that Owen was as hard as a rock. Mark stood up, took his shirt off, and proceeded to lift Owen up from the couch and carry him towards the bed. It was the best sex they ever had. Mark came three times.
Mark had promised Grayson he would stop by too that evening. Youâd think after fucking Owen and cumming three times, Mark would be spent. But not this stallion. Mark stormed into that apartment, lifted Grayson so his feet were straddling his torso, and immediately began furiously making out with him. Their sex was on fire that night. He only came once, but it was one of the best orgasms heâs ever had. Grayson had been far less apologetic than Owen was, and knew Mark would love the fact that they had had a fight. He was foaming at the mouth to get his hands back on Owen, and show him who of Markâs boys was the best. Mark of course loved hearing this, and became more and more turned on by the thought of watching them fight.
On his way out of the building later that evening, Mark stopped by the security desk and asked the guy to review the footage. Mark had a good relationship with the security guard, who didnât ask many questions, and just assumed they were Markâs sons or something. Mark got a copy of the footage, and after watching it, he was adamant on being there the next time his boys saw each other and brawled. Grayson had told Mark that the next time he sees Owen, he was going to leap on him, so Mark knew he had to act quick. He devised a plan to rent a hotel suite and invite his two boys over to see him. He wasnât going to tell them the other was going to be there. He wanted to preserve the primal element of surprise between the two boys, like it had gone down in the elevator. The date was set. In just a couple days, Mark was going to get a front row seat to his one of his greatest, most thrillingly evocative fantasies. I mean who wouldnât want to watch two little twink femboys fight over them? Mark could hardly wait.
The night had arrived. Mark checked into the sizable, expensive suite he had gotten for the evening. He wanted his boys to have the room to fight it out. The suite covered four rooms total, including two bedrooms, a living room and a dining room. Mark had on his sexiest pair of jeans and decided to go shirtless, dangling his big, hairy, muscly, manly body in front of his twinks and making sure they remembered what it is they were fighting for. Mark planned for Owen to arrive at 8pm, and like clockwork, there was the knock at the door at 8pm on the dot. Mark was pleased to see that Owen wore what Mark had requested; a tight, slutty spandex singlet that Mark had bought the boys the day prior. The singlet was very skimpy, and left nothing to the imagination. Owen looked great it in, despite the color being hot pink, which Owen secretly despised. His hair was 20 feet tall that night. Mark knew Owen put the effort in to look good for him. He appreciated him so much, and they spent the next 30 minutes passionately kissing on the couch, with Owen sitting on Markâs lap.
The clock struck 8:30pm. Knock, knock, knock. Mark and Owen stopped kissing. âWho could that be?â Owen remarked. âSit here baby, Iâll be right back.â Mark opened the door to Grayson leaping into his arms, taking off his coat to reveal his identical hot pink singlet. âHey there tiger,â Grayson said in his horned up, breathy way. âMmmmm, you look good baby. Let me see that singlet on you,â Mark said as he put Grayson down and made him turn to show Mark how amazing is ass looked in the outfit. âIâm all yours tonight, daddy,â Grayson said seductively. Suddenly, a voice came from the other room, âWho is it Mark?â Grayson stood there in shock, as Owen appeared only seconds later in the entryway, equally stunned as he saw Grayson standing there too in a matching singlet.
âNow boys,â Mark said as he looked back and forth between his twinks, âI thought we couldâŠâ Without even getting his full thought out, Grayson blurted out âfinallyâ in an eager, sadistic kind of way, and leapt towards Owen. The fight was on.
Mark gasped in delight as Grayson pounced on Owen. He was so turned on that his boys couldnât even be in the same room together for more than a couple seconds before getting their hands on each other and catfighting. Owen had enough time to begin charging before Grayson had reached him. The two boys locked arms and began to fight furiously and desperately, both trying to prove their worth to Mark, who was watching from the sideline, completely enthralled with the scene that was unfolding in front of him.
In no time, they both hit the marble-tiled entry and began to roll across the floor. Mark was so turned on. He couldnât believe how hot this was. Then came the sound of their singlets being ripped and torn, as their sweaty bare legs tangled and kicked one another. Mark had heard of catballing, but had never seen it in person. Fuck was catballing hot, Mark thought to himself. He was as hard as ever, as he feasted his eyes on the catfight of a lifetime, or at least his lifetime. Owen and Grayson rolled over and over on the marble floor, hitting, scratching, slapping, kicking, biting, and excessively pulling each otherâs hair.
At this point, the boys managed to rip the otherâs singlet almost entirely, leaving little to Markâs imagination. Mark noticed the boys were slipping on the marble floor, as each locked hands in the otherâs hair and began thrashing side to side. âFuck,â Mark said under his breath, âthey hate each other. This is so hot.â Neither boy could regain stable control of their body, as each of their heads went in the direction the other was pulling, while their bodies were slipping and kicking in the opposite direction. The screams each boy were letting out sounded like two wild animals. They spewed out insults and swear words at each other, and Mark could barely make out what they were saying, as the thrashing and intensity of their fight took away from their ability to speak clearly. What Mark could make out, however, turned him on more than anything; âHeâs mine, you piece of fucking shit. HEâS MINE!â âFuck you, heâs mine. Iâm going to kill you. Heâs mine!â
The boys found themselves standing, hands still clenched in the others hair. Mark had to move out of the way, unable to anticipate where in the room their whipping and lashing would have them land next. Owen let out a massively high-pitched scream as he sent Grayson flying onto the entryway table and into the mirror hanging on the wall. The mirror cracked down the middle, sending shards of glass cascading over Graysonâs tousled hair. Mark was impressed. He didnât know Owen had that in him, and he was digging it. Without letting even seconds go by, Owen already had his hands wrapped around Graysonâs throat. Owen strangled Grayson with such force and might, causing Grayson to gag and thrash uncontrollably. Just before passing out, Grayson was able to grab a strong hold of Owenâs hair, and with that, they crashed onto the floor yet again.
The two boys clawed at each other wildly, raking each other savagely with their nails. Now dressed in nothing, their naked bodies fought to gain control over the other. Grayson gasping with exertion, and Owen sobbing with rage and panic. Itâs like they werenât in their bodies anymore, Mark observed. This wild, almost primal look had taken over both of their faces, completely inhabiting the essence of a crazed animal.
The feisty blonde was able to roll the redhead onto his back, straddling and pinning him down. Owen bucked and kicked wildly, trying to throw Grayson off. Owenâs sweaty bare legs waved and kicked in the air, and his eyes began to widen in panic as he screamed and swore at his opponent, trying to get out from under him. But Grayson grabbed the screaming boy by his sweat-soaked hair, and in true payback form, began to bang Owenâs head against the marble floor. This was the first time Mark questioned whether he should step in, as he feared Owen was going to get seriously hurt. No, he thought, he had to let them fight. This was the only way.
Owen, agonizing in pain, was able to fling Grayson off of him using his legs, sending him flying a couple feet across the marble entry. Both boys moved slowly at first, each cupping onto the pains they were experiencing in their bodies. But, as soon as they made eye contact, they sprung up as quickly as they could, so not to give their opponent the opportunity to strike without being ready. Their eyes were locked; they didnât even dare to blink. Their heavy pants filled the room. Their bodies were covered in sweat. Mark was certainly enjoying the view. He hadnât realized how equal his boys were in stature and how similar their bodies were. Both bodies were incredibly stunning, toned, smooth, and petite. He couldnât take his eyes off of them, and tried to savor the view before their standoff came to an abrupt end.
The next moment, Grayson ascended through the air like a rocket and the two went flying into the living room. The catfight officially spilled into the next room. The damage had only begun.
Which of Markâs boys wins this heroic catfight? Stay tuned for Chapter 7!
Both boys had woken up the next morning with feelings of jealousy and anger. How could Mark be into that ugly little cow? â they asked themselves as they each got ready for their day. Obviously Mark had a wife, but she wasnât competition, and therefor was not a threat to the boys. Although they would never admit it out loud, through their very short and heated exchange, each were able to get a sense of the othersâ attraction, not to mention their similarities. âHeâs a scrawny piece of shit,â Grayson thought to himself as finished blow-drying his hair in the mirror. âThereâs no way Mark would choose him over me.â Grayson knew how this all typically went downâ Mark would ultimately choose one of them to continue seeing, and Grayson was damned if he was going to let Owen have that chance. âTrash,â Owen thought to himself, âDumb, slutty trash. No wonder Iâm Markâs favorite.â
It was clear that both boys were feeling threatened, and couldnât quite get the other out of their minds. But brunch was calling, and each put on their gay Sunday best to meet their respective friends for brunch. Owen got on the elevator first, as his apartment as on floor 20. He knew he was looking cute and was feeling pretty good about himself. As the elevator began to descend, it slowed and found itself coming to a stop on floor 12. Unbeknownst to both boys, shit was about to get real.
The elevator doors opened, and Grayson confidently began to strut in like he owned the place. As he began to step forward, he suddenly heard âYou have to be fucking kidding me.â There Owen was, leaning up against the corner of the elevator. They both were essentially in the same outfit with slight variations; each with a different shade of cut off denim shorts that accentuated the curves of their tight, round asses. Grayson was wearing his usual skimpy white T-shirt, short enough to expose his belly button. Owen, a little more reserved, was also wearing a white T-shirt, and although no midriff was exposed, his shirt was certainly tight enough on his slim torso. Each had their hair done to the nines- like two beautiful lions manes; tall, perfectly styled and wafted back, with Graysonâs blonde highlights and Owenâs red tint both glistening.
Graysonâs anger instantly went into overdrive, as he immediately demanded that Owen âGet the fuck out and wait for another elevator.â Owen wasted no time, barking back âyou shut your trashy little hillbilly mouth.â The elevator doors shut. It was on. Owen immediately stopped leaning against the wall and stood straight up. There they were, a mere three feet apart. âIf I find you cozying up to my man in public like that again, Mark isnât going to recognize your ugly fucking face after Iâm finished with you,â said Grayson. âYa?,â replied Owen, âWhat are you going to do about it? Youâre a scrawny prissy little faggot who canât accept the fact that Mark likes me better. And who can blame him- youâre TRASH.â Grayson saw red.
As the two boys faced each other, their potent hatred filling up the elevator, neither broke eye contact. The intensity of their stares was electrifying, as each boys stunning blue eyes began to narrow in heat, compelled by the others gaze. They began to step closer to one another as the insults began to fly out each of their mouths. Nearly nose to nose at this point, they felt a large thump, soon followed by a loud halting sound. The elevator was at a dead stop, and even though Grayson and Owen knew there was something wrong, nothing else mattered at that point. Instantly after the elevator stopped, in almost a choreographed moment of wild tensity, the two boys collided like a force of nature.
Grayson and Owen found themselves in a ball, impulsively trying to gain control of the other, slapping vehemently at one another, claws grabbing at the othersâ hair, while their petite yet firm chests smashed together with force. Within seconds, each boy was able to get both their hands firmly cemented in the othersâ thick mane of hair. Their violent little dance had begun. Neither boy had ever been in a fight, but the magnitude of their hatred for one another was pouring out of them, and with a stuck elevator, nobody was going to be able to break this fight up. âLet go of my fucking hair,â Owen hissed. Clenching their grip and beginning to fiercely pull, their heads began jerking back, as each boysâ neck bent and heads pointed to the ceiling. They were on each other in a feral way, entwined in a barbarous knot of flesh.
They were in a mutual hair pulling tug of war now. They were face to face, panting into each otherâsâ mouths, both letting out screams of both pain and anger. Each boy was trying to get the upper hand, slamming the otherâs body into the four walls of the elevator, attempting to use their legs to get the other to hit the ground. The boys had turned into animals, and nothing was off limits. Grayson gave the first major blow, slamming Owenâs head into the wall so hard that the sound echoed down the elevator shaft. Owen saw stars, but with his hands still firmly grasping Graysonâs hair, he was able to quickly slam Graysonâs head into the wall as well.
âOUCH YOU FUCKING BITCH. GET OFF ME.â As Grayson screamed in pain, the boys began exchanging simultaneous knees to the stomach. For a split second, they found themselves broken apart with Owen throwing Grayson with all of his might across the elevator and into the wall. Without wasting more than a second, they quickly came together again and transitioned into a full on slap fest. Neither boy tried to dodge or swerve, there was no room, instead they laid into each other with savage slaps to the face. Their strikes became fast and rhythmic. In a quest for dominance, Owen wrapped his arms around Graysonâs back, enmeshing him in a bear hug-like grip. In desperation Grayson was able to get his arms around Owenâs back as well, with each of their hands sliding down each otherâs bodies with vigor.
All of a sudden, Grayson tore Owenâs t-shirt completely off and slipped the material around his neck to begin to choke him, using his other hand to smother Owenâs face. Without much thought, Grayson made eye contact with the elevator camera and smirked. âDid he know Iâd be watching this?â Mark quietly asked himself, as his hard on from watching the fight thus far was so extreme that he thought his dick was going to explode off his body. Owen snarled and smashed his head into Graysonâs face, with Grayson stumbling backwards. Owen was able to grab hold of Graysonâs shirt and with one pull, completely ripped it off and shoved the cloth right in Graysonâs face. The sight of these two topless boys was awe inducing. Mark had never been so aroused in his entire life. âIâm so glad I stole this tape from security,â Mark thought to himself.
Grayson charged and pushed Owen back into the elevator wall. At this point, the elevator was like a sauna. Each boy had sweat pouring down their gleaming toned torsos. Mark could hear the slapping of each rhythmic strike and their grunts of exertion even though there was no sound. Grayson frenzied into a fresh assault of slaps, which they both traded, quickly but powerfully. When one slap made Owen recoil an inch, he wrapped his hands around Owenâs neck and lifted him off the ground for just a few seconds. You could see the pain on Owenâs face. As he landed, however, Owen was able to get his hands on Graysonâs hair, allowing him the opportunity to yank on Graysonâs shorts and toss him into the wall. Hitting the wall with force, Graysonâs sweaty body almost stuck to the wall as he bounced back and lunged at Owen.
The two boys once again began swiping at each other with slaps as Grayson charged Owen, grabbing a handful of hair. All at once, they lost balance, as both shirtless boys hit the elevatorâs tiled floor. There was no space in the elevator for them to fight on the ground, Mark thought to himself, watching with eager anticipation. Owen was on top and wasted no time clawing at Grayson like a cat. Grayson, in desperate need to try and gain control, brought his legs up around Owenâs waist and clamped on a scissor hold, pulling him down on top of him. Mark could see Graysonâs thighs clenching as he tightened his hold. Owen began choking Grayson, with the force of his weight moving Grayson closer and closer to the elevator wall. âSTOP CHOKING ME YOU FUCKING BâŠâ, Grayson attempted to say with little power in his voice. He was very quickly able to lock his hand in Owenâs hair, gaining back some control and putting an end to the choking.
With both hands in each of their hair, the boys laid on the floor in that position for some time. They were both beginning to feel spent. With a loud grunt, Grayson was able to roll Owen so they were on their sides, still pressed together as they had now locked legs. Their whole bodies pulsed every few seconds with a thrust, with Owen trying to gain advantage, and Grayson tightening the leg lock. They brought their hands up to each otherâs hair, ready to take a handful. Mark felt himself flush with heat as Graysonâs tan fingers worked into Owenâs red locks. The fight had slowed, but both boys continued to exert energy, letting long, aggravated moans slip as they applied bursts of pressure.
For what seemed like an eternity to both boys, the elevator started to move again. Thatâs all it took for them to gain their energy back. With their arms wrapped around each otherâs smooth backs in an intense bear hug, each boy grunted and gasped as they grit their teeth from the pressure. Mark could see his two beautiful boys gain fierce looks on their faces as they tangled. Rather abruptly, the elevator door opened, and with that, an epic catball ensued. Their combined momentum found them rolling out of the elevator and into the hallway. Mark was left wanting more. He wished he could have been there in person so he could have seen the whole fight from beginning to end. âFuck,â he thought.
As each boy reached up and buried his hands into the othersâ hair, their wet, shiny bodies continued to roll around the hallway in a ferocious entanglement. The sound of their moaning as they grabbed any part of each other they could reach, gripping skin even, sounded like two bitches in heat. A moment of weakness gave each boy the opportunity to stand on his feet. Within seconds, they locked up once again. Their foreheads met and were almost immediately bound by sweat. Both were breathing heavily, their petite frames bouncing up and down rather quickly. As their noses touched, it became clear they were pressing into each other. Their intense silent stare was only broken by an exchange of breaths. âWhen are you going to give up?â yelled Grayson. They landed on the floor yet again, rolling as they each tried to gain the upper hand. âIâm more than youâll ever be,â screamed Owen. The two tussled, both grunting at the physical exertion. They kept their faces close together, glaring into each otherâs eyes and only seeing anger, jealousy, and even a hint of lust.
At this point, both boys were drenched in sweat and had blood from the scratching and biting that had lasted the entirety of their fight. But neither was going to willingly let go. After minutes of remaining locked up in an embrace, forcibly rolling over one another, trying to get the other to submit, security rushed in and finally broke up the two brawling twinks. Both Grayson and Owenâs hair was completely disheveled, with some even on the floor. All that remained on them was their jean shorts, although both were basically hanging off each of their frames. Unable to be in the same room together without going at it, security removed them from the hallway. The boys knew this wasnât the last of it. They were going to fight again. Mark was worth it, after all. Next time though, unexpectedly to Grayson and Owen, not only would Mark be present at their next fight, heâd be orchestrating the entire thing.
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Summer was quickly approaching, and Mark was happier than ever. Why, you ask? Their names were Grayson and Owen. Since initially meeting Grayson and Owen within weeks of each other, Mark had begun fucking both boys as often as he could. He typically got rooms at smaller, less known hotels, so to keep everything discreet. Heâd alternate boys, depending on his mood and who was available when. Though the boys shared striking similarities in both size and looks, they were very different in the bedroom.
Grayson was wild. The fire and passion between him and Mark was palpable, and from the second that hotel room door would close, Grayson would jump into Markâs arms, wrap his legs around Markâs lower waist, and begin passionately kissing him, so furiously that sometimes theyâd forget to come up for air. Mark liked to forcefully push Grayson against the wall as he held him, eventually throwing him onto the bed and fucking him violently and without restraint. Mark would cum inside Graysonâs fat, juicy ass multiple times in one session. He had never had more intense orgasms in his life. Something about Grayson made Mark become almost feral, with this untamed and ferocious need to completely devour Grayson with his dick. And that he did, time and time again.
Then there was Owen. Mark called Owen âbaby,â which if you knew Mark, he never used cheesy pet names like that prior to meeting Owen. Owen had Mark wrapped around his sweet, beautiful little finger. Mark and Owen had a strong connection. Their sex was tender, romantic, intense, and often lasted for hours. As often as Mark could, Mark liked to spend the night with Owen. Holding him was one of Markâs favorite things to do with Owen. Nothing made Mark feel more content and satisfied than wrapping his monstrous muscular arms around Owenâs slim, petite frame. He fit perfectly. Owen also was a master with his tongue. He was the best kisser, and when him and Mark would get into a rhythm, they could kiss for hours. Long, slow, sensual kisses, with the occasional sound of Owenâs soft moans. But Owenâs best skill was his blowjobs. Mark was never able to cum from a blowjob prior to Owen. Owen worked Markâs dick like a pro, and Markâs dick would throb in ecstatic pain until pulsating loads of his cum down Owenâs throat. Owen would lick every last drop, and the two would usually fall asleep, naked bodies entangled, with Owenâs face snuggled up against Markâs Herculean chest. This was Markâs happy place.
Within a few weeks of coordinating these hotel rendezvous with the boys, both Grayson and Owen were prepping to move out of their dorms as the semester was ending. Both boys wanted to stay in the city for the Summer, but neither could afford a decent place. Daddy Mark quickly solved this problem by leasing each boy his very own apartment in Hoboken, a water-front neighborhood in New Jersey where Mark parked his car before taking the ferry to Manhattan. This met everyoneâs needs; each boy got a nice, free apartment to live in for the Summer, and Mark had easy access to both boys whenever he pleased without dealing with the logistics of hotel rooms.
Mark chose a new luxury high-rise right on the Hudson River overlooking Manhattan, only a couple blocks from where Mark parked his car. It did cross Markâs mind a couple times whether he should tell the boys about each other. The idea of a threesome was intriguing to Mark. However, he quickly learned that Grayson and Owen were both the jealous type, and did not play well with other femboys. Not wanting to deal with the drama, Mark made sure their apartments were on different floors. Things were going great for the first couple of weeks. Mark would bounce between each boysâ apartment, and neither of them knew the other existed. That all changed, however, one Saturday nightâŠ.
Chapter 4: The Boys Meet
Grayson was checking himself out in the elevator mirror, dressed to impress as he was on his way to meet some girlfriends for drinks. When he got down to the lobby and was making his way towards to doors, he saw Mark talking to this young guy. âWho the fuck is this ginger twink,â Grayson thought to himself, âand why is he talking to my man?â Grayson being Grayson wasted no time as he marched himself over to Mark and Owen, who were in an engaging conversation and hadnât noticed Grayson walking towards them.
âHey Mark,â Grayson tersely muttered. Even before turning his head, Mark knew it was Grayson. This was it, something Mark knew was bound to happen, but chose not to take the precautions that would have prevented this very moment. Subconsciously, maybe he wanted this to happen. Regardless, his two boys were about to meet. âHere we go,â Mark thought.
âGrayson!,â Mark exclaimed, faking excitement in his voice, âfancy seeing you here.â Without taking his glare off of Owen, Grayson quickly responded, âwhoâs the boy, Mark?â Mark looked over at Owen, who he could see was stiffening up in response to Graysonâs combative energy. âGrayson, meet Owen. Owen, this is Grayson.â Owen turned to Mark and began to ask, âwho is Gray..â, but before he could finish, Grayson cut him off: âIâm his boy. Who THE FUCK are you?â
âAlright, alright, Grayson, settle down,â Mark said with a sense of urgency in his voice, âletâs not make a scene.â Owen, whose confusion was quickly turning into anger, asked Mark what was going on; âAre you seriously fucking this trash, Mark?â
âWHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUâRE CALLING TRASH YOU CUNT,â yelled Grayson as he sprung towards Owen.
âALRIGHT ENOUGH,â proclaimed Mark, as he stepped in between the two boys. âOwen, go upstairs baby, Iâll be up in a little.â It took a lot for Owen not to lunge at this blonde haired little twink for coming at him so aggressively, calling him a cunt, and, most importantly, for fucking his man. âDonât be long, baby,â Owen said in a sweet voice to Mark, making eye contact with Grayson the entire time. Mark smiled at Owen as he walked away towards the elevator bank. Mark spent the next 30 minutes trying to calm Grayson down, as he was fuming with anger.
âThis is how itâs going to be. Iâm not choosing between the two of you,â Mark explained to Grayson. âBut youâre mine. I donât want to share you, especially with HIM!â âWhy, do you feel threatened by Owen,â Mark asked Grayson with intrigue. This caught Grayson off guard. âYou think Iâm threatened by that little scrawny bitch. Thereâs no way he compares to me in bed, or in looks for that matter.â Mark assured Grayson that Owen wouldnât get in the way of their relationship, and just to steer clear of him. With one fire out, Mark made his way upstairs to deal with Owen. After the night was over, Mark had assured Grayson and Owen that he was still head over heels for each of them, and told both boys that they were his favorite. Though he liked them both equally, he thought the best thing to do was to make each boy think they were Markâs favorite. Boy was he wrongâŠ.
Mark lived in New Jersey with his wife and two children. From a very early age, Mark knew he was attracted to guys, and although he loved his wife and tried to remain faithful to her, he had gay hookups on a few occasions throughout his marriage.
Professionally, Mark had accomplished a lot. He started his own hedge fund in New York City, and built an incredibly successful career for himself. His office is located in lower Manhattan right off Wall Street. Each day he makes the trek from his wealthy suburban town in New Jersey into NYC, leaving his car in Hoboken and taking the ferry across the Hudson river into lower Manhattan. Usually minding his own business on the ferry, that particular day he could feel someone eying him. When Mark looked up from reading his paper, he suddenly locked eyes with his admirer.
His name was Grayson. Grayson had just turned 20 and was a couple weeksâ shy of finishing his sophomore year at LIM, a fashion school in NYC. Born and raised in South Carolina, Grayson had a thick southern accent. He stood at 5â8, with beautiful blonde hair that wafted back behind his ears. He was skinny and dressed very feminine, wearing tight, very short shorts and a small white t-shirt that slightly exposed his midriff and pierced belly button. Femboys were Markâs kryptonite, and he immediately began to feel his dick getting hard. Even though Mark was clearly very attracted to this boy, he decided to ignore his advances and try and continue reading his paper. Luckily for Mark, Grayson always went after what he wanted.
As Mark tried his hardest to keep his eyes on his paper, he could see out of his periphery someone walking towards him. Mark looked up and there he was. âIs someone sitting here,â Grayson asked. âNo, itâs all yours bud,â said Mark, in a rushed, slightly surprised sounding voice. Mark was getting harder by the second now that he could see the boy up close. Grayson sat down next to Mark, âIâm Grayson,â he said. âMark,â replied the ever increasingly excited older man. âYou fill out a suit nicely. That chest.....woof.â Mark smirked, âYouâre a forward little fella, arenât ya? What makes you think you can say that to me?â âI could see the way you were looking at me from across the boat,â replied Grayson. âAm I wrong in my assumption that you find me irresistible?â
Marks grin widened, âNever lose that confidence, kid, itâll get you far in life. Take it from someone much older and wiser.â Grayson interrupted Mark right then- âIâll gladly take it from someone older and wiser,â said Grayson, biting his lip in lust. Mark slowly moved his eyes down Graysonâs body, and back up to catch Graysonâs eyes. âGive me your number,â Mark said with a sexy firmness. âIâll give you anything you want, daddy,â Grayson answered in obedience. Markâs dick was throbbing hard at this point. âI like my pretty boys to be sassy little queens. Youâre going to make daddy real happy.â And so it beganâŠ
Chapter 2: Mark meets Owen
Owen had just finished his second year at the Parsons School of Design in New York. A few months back, Owen was offered an internship over the summer, and because he wanted to save money, he planned on commuting into the city from his parentsâ house in Connecticut. That was his plan, however, unit he met Mark.
One evening, Mark and his wife attended a party thrown by a guy Mark used to do business with named Jeff. Jeff and Mark had known each other for years, and Jeff was giving his wife a surprise 50th birthday celebration. This was the last thing Mark wanted to do, but it would have been bad for business if he didnât show his face at least for a little. The venue was upscale and intimate, and as Mark was waiting at the bar to get his wife and himself a drink, a young man came up and stood next to him.
âOrdering a drink, eh? You barely look 18,â joked Mark. âIâm just teasing. Name is Mark.â As Mark reach his hand out to shake this boyâs hand, he was startled by how beautiful he was. No taller than 5â8, he had the thickest, smoothest head of hear Mark had ever seen. On top of that, he was a ginger, but instead of orange, his hair was deep red, which Mark found so arousing. Mark immediately felt a flutter in his pants.
âIâm Owen. I guess there are perks when your father is the one throwing the party.â âOh, youâre Jeffâs boy! I do business with your dad. Itâs nice to meet you.â Owen began to blush. He had never been so attracted to an older man before. âIâm just ordering a drink for me and my boyfriend, who is around here somewhere.â Mark didnât need to know he had a boyfriend to know Owen was gay. He was dressed in a very fitted button down, and tightly fitted jeans that showed his perfectly plump, round ass. Markâs mind was racing as his attraction grew.
âLucky fella, your boyfriend,â replied Mark. Mark was surprised he let those words come out of his mouth. Owen smiled and blushed some more. âIâd say so. He doesnât appreciate me as much as he should, though,â Owen said in a playful manner. âWell gingers are a rarity, and they should be appreciated if youâre lucky enough to have one of your own,â Mark said in an equally playful tone. âWell we are fiery, thatâs for sure,â Owen declared. The two held eye contact from that moment, both trying to suppress the intense attraction they felt for the other. âHereâs your drinks, sir,â said the bartender, forcing the two to break their illustrious stare down. As Mark picked up his drinks, he turned to Owen; âYou make sure that boyfriend of yours appreciates you. Maybe Iâll see you around.â Mark winked and walked away.
Owen was left in awe. Was it him, or was Mark definitely flirting with him. No way, he told himself, this was his dadâs friend! And his wife is here! Nonetheless, Owen was left feeling all hot and bothered, and kept eyeing Mark throughout the night. Mark was wearing a light blue button down and suit pants, clearly having had come from work. His legs were massive, and his suit pants showed off his big manly ass. Every time Owen caught a glimpse of Mark bending his arm to take a sip of his drink, he drooled over Markâs immense bicep as it looked like it was about to pop the fabric of his shirt wide open. Mark noticed Owen checking him out at the night progressed. At one point, he saw Owen heading towards the bathroom. Something in Mark made him follow Owen. Owen was washing his hands when Mark walked in. Seeing Mark walk into the bathroom through the reflection in the mirror, Owenâs heart immediately started to race.
Mark began to wash his hands in the adjacent sink, and the two made eye contact through the mirror. âYou know, I can see you checking me out all night,â Mark said. âIâŠIâŠIâm sorry,â stammered Owen. âDonât be,â Mark said in a deepening, assertive voice. Owen could feel his checks turn red, as his smile grew wider from ear to ear. âHow about I take you out for a drink, and we can talk more about this asshole boyfriend,â said Mark. âIâd love that,â replied Owen. âAnd letâs just keep this between us. No need to tell your father.â âAbsolutely,â responded Owen, as he thought in his head how angry his dad would be if he knew his friend was hitting on him like this. âGreat. Glad weâre on the same page,â Mark said as he stepped closer to Owen. Friday, Whitehorse Tavern, 8pm?â Owen happily accepted. âIâll be there.â And so it beganâŠ
I've been searching for good catfight stories and they're hard to come by, so I decided to begin writing my own. This story will be about a straight married daddy and his two femboy side pieces who are both competing for his attention. I'll be releasing chapters as I write them, but here is the intro:
Title: Femboys catfight for daddy
Intro
Never in his wildest dreams would Mark have thought TWO hot femboys would be brawling over him.
A typical wall street finance type, Mark was 52 years old and married to a woman, but recently began looking for a young twink to keep as his side piece and spoil along the way. Mark was incredibly handsome, with a full head of thick salt-and-pepper hair, a chiseled jaw and distinguished nose, and not to mention a smile that kills. Standing at 6â3, Mark was in great shape. His body was everything you want in a daddy; large muscular biceps, an exquisitely strong chest that perfectly fills out his shirts, a quintessential âdad bodâ stomach, broad shoulders, a thick neck, and big meaty thighs.
Mark ended up meeting Grayson and Owen around the same time, who were both 20 years old and studying fashion in NYC. Fashion school wasnât their only similarity: Grayson and Owen both stood at 5â8, with smooth toned bodies. Both were extremely feminine and girly, each with their own versions of sass. Even though Owen had dark red hair and Grayson was blonde, they looked like they could be brothers. Each had hair coming down behind their ears, though Graysonâs cut was more hipster than Owenâs more conservative style.
Soon after meeting both boys, Mark leased Grayson and Owen their own separate apartments for the summer in the same building, making it easy for Mark to come and go as he pleased. It didnât take long before the boys became aware of one another, and their rival quickly developed into hatred. After finding out the boys had gotten into a physical fight in their elevator one night, Mark became increasingly aroused by the idea of them fighting over him. Thus began his mission to fuel this fire by purposefully making the other jealous.
One evening, Mark invited both boys to the same hotel suite, and once they realized the other was there, Mark sat back and took a front row seat as his two femboys lunged at each other and became viscously entangled in an all-out-spilling-into-every-room-hairpulling-catballing-screaming-kicking-wall-banging CATFIGHT.
Did Mark break them up eventually? Was it their last fight?
maccabi (25)
3/11/2023 4:47 AMFuck . Its so fucking hot... Great idea daddy! I wish to be one of your boys, AND have the honor to fight for you... Male catfight for a daddy
canottastrappata (13)
3/05/2023 12:02 PMAbsolutely exciting,kudos for your story
Ginger (0)
3/05/2023 3:53 AMFor those of you who enjoyed this story- Iâve started to post chapters from the sequel on my blog!
Luv2Wrestle (18)
3/05/2023 4:00 AM(In reply to this)
Where is your blog located?
Ginger (0)
3/05/2023 4:15 AM(In reply to this)
You can access it from my profile
JonSteed (16)
2/20/2023 7:38 AMFucking brilliant man. Thanks for the hot reading material
Ginger (0)
2/18/2023 10:00 PMChapter 10: Winner Takes All
Part 1
There Mark was, lying on his back with his two boys on top of him, each frantically kissing him. As they grinded their erect cocks against Markâs muscled, hairy body, their bodies began to rub together more intensely. In the heat of such an agonizing connection, they began to tug at the otherâs hair, but this time it wasnât hate that bound the two to each otherâs locks, but lust. The two young boys began to experience such a strange mix of emotions, neither of who could quite understand; Anger and jealousy, but also desire and elation.
As Owen and Mark shared a solo moment, kissing deeply, Grayson, who was acting completely uninhibitedly, and with Owenâs hair still wrapped around his fingers, pulled Owenâs face away from Markâs and began kissing Owen. This was not your sweet, delicate make out session. Each of the two rivals sought to assert control over their kiss. Their tongues clashed and pushed against one another. Hands still pulling at each otherâs hair, both boys began to whimper in the otherâs mouth. Owen, deciding to take control, thrusted Grayson off of Mark and was soon on top of Grayson, as the two continued to furiously kiss. With his rival now beneath him, and with Mark watching eagerly, Owen made eye contact with Mark as he began using his hands to explore Graysonâs slick, smooth body. Grayson, not wanting to be outmatched, used both of his hands to smack Owenâs ass so hard that Owen squealed in pain.
Still competing for Markâs desire, the boys were now melting into the otherâs kiss. Their breathing was becoming heavier. Their attraction towards the other grew as their smooth bodies pressed together with every passing minute. They were intoxicated by the smell of each otherâs sweat and the sound of each otherâs moans. In a moment of intensity, Owen pulled back from his rivalâs kiss, and moaned so loudly as his head dropped back. Graysonâs back lifted from against the bed in almost in instant. He leaned his body into and against Owenâs, burying his head into Owenâs neck and beginning to bite his skin. Mark was overwhelmed by all of this. He didnât dare to even touch his leaking dick at this point. He would have exploded right then and there.
As Grayson delivered a series of passionate kisses and bites to Owenâs neck, he simultaneously began stroking Owenâs hard, throbbing cock. Owen couldnât take it. He began to squirm, trying not to cum, and yet at the same time, all he wanted was for Grayson to fuck him. At that moment, Owen had fallen so deep in his own desires that he could not even remember how this whole thing begun. That was until Grayson, bringing his lips from Owenâs neck to his ears, whispered in a soft and yet truly cruel tease. âYou donât deserve, Mark, slutâŠ.â Owen felt a burst of outrage run through him, immediately seeking to take back the control he lost when he found himself consumed by Graysonâs kiss. Squeezing as hard as he could as he grasped onto Graysonâs hair, thrashing the blondeâs head backwards, Owen whispered in response: âIâll make you regret that, bitchâŠ.â
With their foreheads pressed together, more hateful words were breathed between the boys as they were now engaged in their hairpulling battle. Their mouths hovered closely. âStupid slut.â âFucking bitch.â âHeâs mine.â The two gripped at each otherâs nude bodies so tightly that they each felt as if they might faint. Before that could happen, they felt Mark reach in and grab both by the arms, pulling his cats apart and forcing each on their back. Mark was now on top of his boys. The 6â3 bull collapsed forward and began grinding his cock onto the two of them, his pre-cum so much that it his cock glided effortlessly between their bodies. Mark was letting off a series of grunts as his throbbing hard cock forged its way between his two battling beauties.
âFUUUCK Iâm going to cuuuuuum,â screamed Mark, as a gushing orgasm of epic proportions came roaring out of him and onto the face of his boys. Both Grayson and Owen quickly shot up to their knees to begin licking every last drop of their stallionâs milky cum. Mark let out a yell of painful pleasure as he felt two warm mouths wrap around his twitching cock. The boys had quickly dried Mark completely up. Thirsty for more, they grabbed at each other and began to lick Markâs still-warm cum off the otherâs face, eventually falling backwards with Owen on top. The nude and soft-bodied 20-year-olds were now once again pushing into and against one another, there in the center of the hotel room bed. Their eyes were locked. In a heated rhythm, their cocks began grinding, up and down, back and forth.
Owen began to go in for a kiss, but as he lowered himself, Grayson grabbed his hair and with all the force he could muster, rolled the two over on the bed. Grayson, letting out a scream, slapped Owenâs face. Frozen and with no time to react, a second slap came down and splattered Owen in the face. Grayson smirked, âthereâs more where that came from you little bitch.â Owen, instead of lunging with rage, replied with a seductive âletâs see what you got.â As he said those words, he hurled Grayson onto the floor. The two boys were quick to their feet, meeting at the end of the bed. Owen had a slight evil grin on his face, as he slapped Grayson as hard as he could. Grayson slapped him back. One by one, taking turns, the boys slapped each other with all their might. They were clearly getting off on this, Mark thought to himself, as he watched from a chair in the corner.
Ginger (0)
2/18/2023 9:59 PMChapter 10: Winner Takes All
Part 2
They wanted it. To fight. To be at war. To claim Mark for themselves. In a fit of frustration and unquenched desire, their bodies came together and collided against the wall. Grayson leaned in and whispered âhe doesnât want you slut. He wants me.â âShut the fuck up,â whispered Owen. âMake me,â replied Grayson. Both angry, and with unmet sexual desires, they knew what they wanted from the other.
âI will make youâŠ.â came a soft, nearly inaudible threat from Grayson.
âNot before I make youâŠ.â Owen responded with no more volume, but just as much certainty.
âWinner takes all,â Grayson moaned. The competition had begun.
Whoever made the other cum first was going to win Mark, but the battle was now bigger than just Mark. Both boys wanted to prove who the superior twink truly was. Still pinned against the wall, their lips met as shivers ran up their spines. Their kissing more sensual this time. Owenâs hands had found their way to Graysonâs ass as he began to caress his hole. Grayson retaliated by lifting Owen up off the floor. Still wildly kissing, Owen wrapped around his legs around Graysonâs lower back. The two were going at it hard. Grayson clutched Owenâs hard cock in his hands. Owen let out a loud moan and went in to kiss Grayson so aggressively that the two fell back onto the carpet. The cats were now rolling round and round on the floor, making out harder and moaning louder than ever before. Their twin cocks were so in sync with the other. With each thrust and roll, their increasingly sensitive dicks got more and more wet.
âUggghhhhh fuuuckâŠ.â Owen moaned softly. Bracing himself as he bear hugged Grayson, he fought tirelessly not to burst. In an effort to cease Graysonâs attempt at succeeding, Owen got his hands on Graysonâs cock and began stroking. His grip was so effective that Graysonâs initial struggle for Owen to release his dick became a lust-weakened submission. Grayson laid on his back as his legs lifted up to Owenâs shoulders and crossed at the ankles behind Owenâs upper back. âBiiiiitchhâŠ.â Grayson cursed in a strengthless moan. His hips began to thrust themselves up. Owen started to suck his oozing cock. Grayson could tell an orgasm was building and was going to shatter at any second. Owen was just too good at this, he thought.
Just as his legs began to spread in pleasure, out of fear of losing, Graysonâs hands rushed to Owenâs hair and yanked his rival up and out from between his legs. Grayson kicked Owen away from him and began to crawl away. Knowing that he had only seconds to follow-up on the sexual progress he had made before it faded, Owen dove atop Grayson. With Grayson trapped on his back, Owen moved his rock hard dick between the blonde twinkâs spread thighs. As Grayson began to squirm and try to fight to get free, Owen thrusted his cock into Graysonâs hole. âUUUGGGGHHH ahhhhhh,â groaned Grayson, as he wrapped his legs around Owenâs back, trying to stop his dick from thrusting farther and deeper into him. But Owenâs force was too strong, pushing Grayson into a pleasure he was doomed to accept.
âCUUUUNNNNTT,â Grayson groaned, âI haate you.â
âSame cunt, now cum for me!â demanded Owen. Owenâs cock felt so good inside of Grayson that within seconds of Owenâs demand, Grayson let out an animalistic howl of pleasure. It was so intense that Owen could feel it vibrating from within Graysonâs tight, quivering hole.
âIâM GOING TO FUCKING CUUUUMMM.â And with that, Grayson exploded, screaming in pleasure and anger as his eruption grew more intense by the second.
âI won cunt. You never deserved Mark,â said the gloating ginger twink in a hiss. Owen slapped Grayson across the face and looked over at his prize, who was sitting back on the chair, eyes widening with pleasure as he looked at Owen look at him. Owen, still as hard as ever, removed his cock from his rivalâs ass and got up, leaving the blonde twink to continue to convulse on the floor.
As Owen rode Markâs giant herculean body on the chair, making the most passionate love there ever was, Grayson laid on the floor and watched in horror. Their wild sex continued to the bed even after Mark and Owen both came. At that point, Grayson had gotten up and left the hotel room in shame. He had his lost his man to Owen. The battle was over. Mark was Owenâs, and Owen was Markâs.
The End.
In the next story, it will be Markâs turn to fight for Owen. Stay tuned!
baltimoredude29 (0 )
2/13/2023 1:47 PMHot as hell đ„”
Ginger (0)
2/11/2023 11:13 PMChapter 9: The Prize
Part 1
Mark walked into the bedroom quietly, carrying both boys over his shoulders. Although exhausted from their brawl, the boys couldnât help but continue to yank each otherâs hair and curse one another out. âBitch. Slut. You weak piece of shit,â murmured Grayson. Simultaneously, Owen was calling Grayson trash, over and over again. He knew that calling him trash made Grayson the angriest. âQuiet down, boys,â Mark softly said as he approached the bed. âLet go of each other. Come on.â âIâM NOT LETTING GO OF THIS CUNT,â yelled Grayson. With that, Mark threw Owen and Grayson onto the bed, causing them to break their grips on the otherâs hair. âTHATâS ENOUGH,â yelled Mark, in a stern and powerful voice. Both boys were stunned as well as turned on by Markâs aggression. It was a completely different energy from what he had been exhibiting all night. Owen and Grayson, who were both on the bed, lying on their backs side by side, immediately obeyed Mark.
The sight of his boys going at it so hard for so long, all for him, and now having them lying in bed together, was making Mark harder than he ever thought he could get. His heart was racing, knowing the best threesome of his life was right in front of him. âI want both of you to keep your hands off each other. Your only focus is pleasing me. Now come here my beautiful boys. My dick needs some much needed attention. Iâm throbbing.â Like a race towards a prize, both boys shot up on all fours and instantly crawled forward towards Mark. It was clear that they were both vying to get at his cock first. As they both reached Markâs cock at the same time, their bright blue eyes first locked with each other, then up at Mark, before ascending on his cock like starving animals. They were going after Markâs cock with fervor, devouring it with both of their mouths, wrestling to claim his cock as their own.
As Mark looked down at Grayson and Owen deepthroating his hardened cock, he wanted to kiss them both so badly. He was so attracted to them. He couldnât help but compare their bodies. They were so similar, each smooth, toned, and petite. Mark reached down with his left hand to caress Owenâs plump round ass, while at the same time using his right to embrace Graysonâs equal, sizable and juicy ass. In unison, Mark slapped both his boysâ asses as hard as he could. They moaned with pleasure and submissiveness. Mark found his way to both their assholes, which he knew very well. They were both ready for Mark, soaking wet and radiating with heat.
Jealousy soon arose as Grayson and Owen sucked on Markâs milky cock, as both boys unintentionally laced their fingers around their manâs vein-throbbing shaft at the same time. Grayson abruptly pushed Owenâs hand away, causing Owen to push him back in retaliation. Quickly turning to face each other, they plunged into an intensified bearhug, with Grayson grabbing Owenâs thick red hair and snapping his head back. While still locked together, the two soon crashed to the floor. They began kicking and kneeing at each other and using one hand to hold the other and their free hand to tug at the otherâs hair. As they rolled around, it was difficult to tell who was getting the worst of the action. Both boys had battled wildly all night. Mark now wanted the attention back on him and growled âENOUGH! Get off of each other, now!â Unable to let go of each other, Mark had to intervene and pull the two apart. It took quite the effort to separate them, and even then they continued to grab for each other. Grayson was livid and yelling for Mark to let him fight this bitch, as Owen encouraged him to do so.
Deciding to take control again, Mark wrapped his arms around each of them and pulled them close together, bending his neck to kiss one of them and then the other. The kissing turned hot and heavy, with Mark feverishly going between his two boysâ lips, bouncing back and forth. As the kissing became more intense, Mark lifted both boys from the ground. In such a tight hold, their lips, tongues, and mouths all met in one intense struggle, with Owen and Grayson both trying to out-do one another. They wrapped their arms around Markâs back, and without missing a beat, grabbed a handful of the otherâs hair. With such grips they tugged whenever the other would get Markâs attention for too long. Such vindictive assaults continued, causing each boy to gasp in pain, and whimper into Markâs mouth, even as they took turns kissing his delicious lips.
As the minutes passed, the two boys began to focus more and more on spiting one another, rather than pleasing Mark. Each were triggered with ferocity by the others refusal to leave and abandon their claim on Mark. He was theirs, they both thought. Although he certainly wanted to continue hooking up with his boys, Mark was turned on by their overt competition and decided to get creative. âAlright, youâre going to put on a little show for me.â Mark let go of the boys and walked backed to the bed to sit. âShow me what you got boys.â Both Grayson and Owen looked to Mark with their same lustful, adorning eyes, trying to decide exactly what he meant. âShow daddy who has the bigger dick,â Mark clarified with excitement.
For a moment, Owen had begun to spiral, finding it difficult to repress his emotions of anger and jealousy for Grayson and give Mark the attention he deserved. Grayson, however, wasted no time before he tried to impress upon Mark that it was he who he should desire. Grayson was overconfident about everything, including his dick. From Markâs perspective, Owenâs dick was outstanding, certainly just as impressive as Graysonâs. Grayson placed his hands on his hips to pose, with Owen following his lead. The boys pointed their erect dicks at each other, inviting Mark to compare and pick the best. They both had amazing dicks and took pleasure in Markâs gaze, as his head whipped from side to side from Owen to Grayson and back. They posed and thrusted out their dicks knowing that Mark was comparing them.
âSo, whoâs it gonna be daddy?,â asked Owen. âTheyâre both so perfect and so similar. Come over here and let me taste you both,â Mark replied. Grayson and Owen walked towards the bed as Mark got on his knees and began to suck both of his boysâ gorgeous, hard dicks. The boys were side by side, skin to skin, as Mark used both of his hands to hold each of their cocks, giving them the attention they deserved. However, it wasnât long until a catfight was bound to erupt, and that it did. With Markâs mouth still massaging and stroking each of their dicks, it took one glare between Grayson and Owen for them to yet again put their hands on each other.
JonSteed (16)
2/14/2023 10:06 PM(In reply to this)
Woof! Iâd be down to fight some bitch for a prized daddy. Just hot đ„”
Ginger (0)
2/11/2023 11:12 PMChapter 9: The Prize
Part 2
Owen grabbed the first handful of hair and pulled Graysonâs upper body down hard. Grayson, however, hip checked Owen, causing Owen to tumble to the ground. Instead of diving for him, Grayson continued to let Mark such his dick, as Owen rose to his feet. Once again Owen was able to get his hands into Graysonâs hair and pull, and with that, both boys spilled off the bed and onto the carpet. They rolled briefly and wrestled for control, as Mark sat back on the bed to watch the show.
Grayson managed to mount himself on top of Owenâs chest and scoot forward, trying to pin Owenâs arms schoolyard-style; but Owen pulled Graysonâs head down and got his arms over Graysonâs neck in a front headlock. The boys grunted a few times, as Graysonâs hand reached between Owenâs legs to grab a hold of his dick. Grayson pulled as hard as he could. Owen shrieked in pain, and managed to flip Grayson off from on top of him. Both boys grabbed the othersâ heads between their legs into a 69 position, and their faces became buried in the otherâs crotch. "Slut, when we finish this one of us won't be able to walk,â Owen heard Grayson say under his breath.
As Mark watched from the bed, the erotic nature of their fight was becoming more and more obvious. The thought of Markâs lips and tongue on Graysonâs body filled Owen with frustration and resentment, as he tightened his legs around his rivalâs neck in jealous outrage. Grayson squeezed his grip even tighter in return. As both boys began to feel like they were going to pass out, they broke apart and released their grips, each coughing and exhaling from the choking they just endured. Both boys came to their knees, huffing and puffing and panting, as they glared at each other with such fierceness.
They soon were on their feet, putting out their hands and interlocking them shoulder height, pushing against each other in a test of strength. But this time was different. This was not as vicious of a catfight as their previous brawls had been. Everything was slightly calmer and slower. They exchanged cold stares while they grabbed two fists of the othersâ hair. This time the yanks were less, though each still held a firm grip. Their movements seemed almost like some kind of sexual ritual. Mark was completely frozen by hedonistic lust at this display that was so primal and animalistic. "Bitch," Owen said in a breathy voice, "Get the fuck out of here, unless you want to watch me fuck my man. Iâm not sharing him with you!" âNeither am I,â barked Grayson, "Not a chance in hell, bitch. How about this: I slap the shit out of you, and you sit there crying and watch while I fuck MY man." "You should leave before you embarrass yourself even more than you already have, you trashy cunt," Owen replied.
In an attempt to break this standing catball, Grayson tried to pull away from Owen but lost his balance, falling backwards onto the carpet. Owen was on him like a wildcat, driving his knee into Graysonâs stomach as he landed on him. Grayson instantly grabbed Owen by the hair and pulled him sideways off of him. As they scurried to try and get the advantage, they found themselves in sitting positions facing each other. As if they had rehearsed this move beforehand, they grabbed onto each other's ankles and pulled themselves closer together. They were sitting upright now, each with one leg over the other's leg and their erect cocks tightly pressed together. They each then crooked a knee behind the other's back to press themselves together even tighter. Their chests were smashed completely together as they each dug both hands into the other's wet, mangled hair. Panting and moaning heavily, they began grinding their cocks together as they jerked each other's heads from side to side by the hair. They held this mutual hold for a while as the sweat continued to drip from their bodies and their chests heaved up and down.
Mark was absolutely enthralled by what he was witnessing. He was so aroused by seeing his boys grinding their cocks together. âKiiiiiisssssss. Fuuuuuuuck just kiss,â moaned Mark. And just like that, the two rival twinks lunged at each other and became engaged in a fiery, half-vicious kiss. Mark had been waiting all night for this. âYes boys, get into it. Fuuuuuck,â gasped Mark. Owen and Grayson were making out so intensely that sounds of snorts and nasal-gasps were filling the room, as they struggled to find air in their passionate, jealousy-infused kiss.
At this point, their struggle over Mark had bound and intoxicated them. They felt an intensity they had never experienced before, an excitement that the challenge to win over Mark had bestowed upon them. âCome over here now, I canât take this anymore,â Mark wailed. Owen and Grayson wasted no time and dove at Mark, forcing him to fall back on the bed. They began kissing him with undiluted devotion and affection, each fighting to pull Markâs face towards them and away from the other. The intensity amongst the three of them was electrifying.
The boys had finally submitted and accepted that they would have to share Mark, at least for tonight. But who was Mark going to fuck first, and how would he decide?
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2/11/2023 4:41 AMI posted the full story thus far (chapters 1-8) on my blog. Enjoy!
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2/11/2023 4:03 AMChapter 8: Unable to Stop
Part 1
Before Mark could even get Grayson to the couch, the two began passionately making out. Mark couldnât control himself. They were going at it like two lovers who hadnât seen each other in ages. With Graysonâs legs tightly grasped around his torso, Mark lowered the two onto the couch. Mark was ravenous. Grayson fit so perfectly on his lap, straddling his giant body, and pushing up against his rock hard dick. For a split second, Mark came out of his purple-hazed passion and removed his lips from Graysonâs, blurting out âOwen!â With his arms wrapped around Markâs upper back, which was so big Grayson could barely touch his two hands together, Grayson whispered âfuck Owenâ and started lustfully kissing Mark. Within seconds, Owen made his presence known. âGet off of him. Now.â
Grayson quickly turned to look at Owen, as Mark eagerly said âOwen baby come here.â Grayson turned back towards Mark, pulled him in and gave him a deep kiss, making sure the sound of their lips touching was loudly heard by Owen. Grayson then turned back towards Owen and said, âMy man loves kissing my soft lips, donât you baby.â Owen was clenching his fists so tightly he was beginning to lose feelings in his hands. âGet up you fucking pig. Get the fuck up off my man,â Owen screamed.
âNow boys, canât we play nicely now? Daddy needs some attention,â Mark said. âHold on daddy,â Grayson said with confidence, âlet me take care of this slut and then Iâm all yours.â Grayson stood up and faced Owen, leaving big beefy Mark on the couch alone, with a raging boner. âIâm not scared of you,â Grayson snarled. âAlright boys,â Mark said, âI clearly canât keep you two apart. Fight for me. Let daddy see how badly you want it.â This was the first time Mark had so overtly pushed Owen and Grayson to fight. Hearing Mark say those words brought Grayson and Owen to a level of hatred they didnât know was possible.
Owen charged Grayson, tackling him in Markâs direction. Both boys fell onto Mark and quickly over the couch and onto another glass table, which immediately shattered as they crashed onto the floor. The completely nude boys resumed their tumultuous catfight with dizzying fervor.
Ignoring the shattered glass they now found themselves in, the fearsome femboys struggled to pin the other down. Both their hands were locked, and their long, lean arms were battling for strength. The belligerent boys laced their legs together and began vigorously rocking back and forth, wrestling and hitting each other. They became tangled up in headlocks, both trying to muscle the other to his feet. Now on their knees, they engaged in a nasty tug of war with each otherâs hair. Both boys were howling as their heads violently flown in multiple directions.
After a minute or so, Owen was able to yank Graysonâs hair hard enough that he lost his balance, forcing each boyâs grip to loosen. As they began to swiftly get up, Owen quickly grabbed a lamp that had fallen with them off the table. Now standing, Owen swung the lamp at Graysonâs head, but Grayson avoided it. Eager to get his hands on Owen, Grayson leapt at him and knocked the lamp out of his grasp. The force of the impact sent both boys falling back over the couch and onto the floor in front of where Mark was sitting. Mark was rubbing his throbbing cock at this point, trying not to explode at the show, as the two dug their finger nails into each other and wormed together like snakes. Owenâs hands gripped tightly on Graysonâs shoulders, pinning the blonde, but not for very long. Grayson quickly worked one foot in between himself and Owen, and kicked the ginger off. Owen flew backwards into the wall, hitting his head against a large, framed picture. Glass immediately shattered over his head. With this, Grayson had time to get back on his feet.
Without the slightest pause, both boys stood and set at each other. With glass still in his hair, Owen charged and propelled his rival into a bookcase. Now locked in a bearhug, Grayson rained punches onto Owenâs back, as Owen struggled to pin his arms down. Off balance, Owen fell backwards, carrying Grayson him. The two hit the carpet with a thud that knocked the wind out of both of them, and a catball quickly ensued. Suddenly, the bookcase came crashing down, completely covering the fighting boys. Mark let out a gasp. He couldnât have anticipated their fight was going to be this explosive. After hearing their moans, Mark quickly noticed the bookcase jump and move chaotically.
The boys were not letting anything stop their fight, so they continued wrestled in the small space beneath the bookcase for some time, clawing and pinching and kneeing and kicking. Their muffled moans and grunts sped up and grew louder and louder until suddenly the back of the bookcase broke open and the two brawling cats emerged, still locked together in a feverish struggle. Mark watched in amazement. Locked in a hectic catball, they quickly rolled into the bedroom.
This is when Mark tried to step in again, following the boys into the bedroom and attempting to break them apart. "He's mine", panted Grayson. "No he is mine," screamed Owen. âBoys, break it up,â Mark said with intent. Mark was able to pull Owen off of Grayson and bearhug him into submission. With that, Mark demanded Grayson go to the bathroom, and with reluctance, Grayson obeyed. As Grayson walked away, Owen began thrashing in Markâs grip, and just as Grayson reached the bathroom door, Owen let out a shriek as he leapt out of Markâs arms and charged Grayson. Somewhat startled, Grayson tried to slam the door in Owenâs face, but the angry twink flung himself into the door, knocking Grayson against the sink. The fight was now confined to the bathroom.
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2/11/2023 4:02 AMChapter 8: Unable to Stop
Part 2
As Mark quickly made his way to the entrance of the bathroom, Grayson had laid his foot into Owenâs stomach. The blow knocked Owen into the wall, where he lost his balance and fell. He grabbed the shower curtain, but it failed to slow his fall, and instead, completely ripped. Without missing a second, Grayson was on top of Owen before he could lift his legs to defend himself. Trapped in the enclosed space, their slick, naked bodies began to writhe and slither against each other. Pinning the gingerâs wrists to the floor, Grayson screamed, "When I get through with you, you're gonna clean up every single thing you wrecked, you fucking whore!" Owen screamed in reply, "Clean it up yourself, cunt!"
Owen abruptly rolled to one side, tossing Grayson against the toilet. He immediately pounced on Grayson and sank both hands into his blonde hair. With a howl of pain, Grayson counterattacked, clawing at Owenâs hair. They landed side-by-side on the cold tiled floor and erupted yet again into fierce catball. Brutally yanking hair, they teetered from side to side, each trying to gain control. They toppled over and over, with their legs wrapped around each other so their bodies looked to form a tight knot. Their legs entwined as both boys began to scratch and bite. The tangle of femboy fury churned about the bathroom floor, as they threw punches one after another in a wild flurry of fists before burying their fingers in each other's thick hair yet again.
Back and forth they rolled, grappling nose to nose. Their strength was so evenly match that they knew they had to outlast and outsmart the other. Owen began searching for something with which to bash Grayson with. He was able to get his hands on a bottle of body oil that was just outside the shower. The two boys fought for control of the bottle, and soon they were being doused with oil. Mark was entranced. This was like a real life porn. Their wild hair became matted down, and their bare skin took on a bright sheen as the bottle spilled every last drop upon the crazed duo. Mark was so aroused.
The floor had become so slippery that the boys ended up separated at that point. The oil dripping from their bodies had made a puddle on the floor, and the two were finding it difficult to regain balance. Crawling slowly now, the twinks neared each other again, intent upon fighting. Grayson struck first, with a smack across Owenâs cheek. Owen slapped him in return, with Grayson counteracting with another slap. Again and again the twinks slapped and hit at each other. The sounds of bare skin being smacked rang in the air was like erotic music to Mark, mixing with the moans and sharp exclamations of his two femboys engaged in a heated slapping catfight.
As they worked their way around the floor, Owen eventually found his legs touching the rug that began at the entrance to the bathroom, which was where Mark had been standing. Eager to gain an advantage, he rolled onto the carpet and got to his feet. The pause was welcomed by both boys. Their bodies were red from their stomachs to their faces from the incessant barrage of powerful slaps, and they were beginning to tire from the length of the strenuous combat they had been in. Mark put his hand on Owenâs back, âbaby, letâs stop this.â But neither boy was finished. "You had enough?" taunted Grayson. "No. You?" asked Owen, panting. "Oh, I could go all day."
Grayson and Owen both raised their hands and closed. Wading into each other, they threw punch after punch, neither stopping to block or avoid the other's blows. Their cries of anguish rose in pitch as the pain each was feeling spiraled out of control. Determined to win, they came together, rested their chins on their shoulders, and continued slugging. Grunting loudly, they wailed on each other for a few minutes, until the speed of their attacks finally slowed. They settled into a clinch, and began staggering around the bathroom like inebriated dancers.
Owen groaned, and pushed with all his might, trying to topple Grayson over backwards. The pair stumbled around wildly until their momentum led them to topple into the oversized bathroom tub. Their oil covered bodies slipped against the otherâs so beautifully, Mark thought. Each boy strived to climb atop the other and straddle him, but they were both unable to gain control. With hands in each otherâs hair, they were still tugging as hard as they could, but their energy was dwindling. The hatred between the two was as intense as it was at the beginning of the fight, if not more so, but their bodies had weakened. âI hate you.â âI hate you too.â The moans were getting more frail and shaky, as each looked like battered cats at this point.
As Mark stood there, watching his two naked boys rub against each other in the tub, he had never been so aroused. âBoys, letâs break it up now. Youâve had enough.â Without warning, the boys were startled by the feeling of water falling on them. Mark had turned on the shower. âAlright my boys, break it up. Let go of each other.â With that, their bodies gave and both boys let go of the otherâs hair. After letting the water wash over his twinks for a little, Mark, who was completely naked at this point, lifted both boys simultaneously, one over each shoulder, and carried them into the bedroom.
Mark was taking back control now. Let the sex beginâŠ.but can his boys keep their hands off each other? Stay tuned!
dnava20 (42 )
1/21/2023 9:27 AMSuch a great story with a vividly written fight. Love it!
Massfite (14)
1/20/2023 6:18 PMFantastic story, hits a lot of buttons, extremely hot.
Ginger (0)
1/20/2023 12:29 AMChapter 7: Their Catfight Continues
At this point, the sheer force of Grayson and Owenâs catfight was so extraordinarily uncontrollable that their brawl had poured into the living room. Before Mark could follow his fighting boys, he heard the sound of breaking glass. Grayson and Owenâs bare bodies landed on the coffee table, and the top piece of glass had completely shattered. Instead of worrying about what the extent of this mess was going to cost him, Mark was so turned on by what he was watching that he didnât care in the slightest. Grayson found himself on top of Owen for the first few moments, but not for long. The boys began to frantically roll, their bodies furiously interwoven, as if they were somehow becoming one. Their hands had basically not left the otherâs hair since their fight begun. Mark didnât blame the two for using this tactic to try to gain advantage, as both his boys had so much hair to begin with. That is, until tonight.
Now in the living room, the boundaries of their fight were widening, no longer confined to the smaller entryway. To Markâs delight, more space only magnified their catfight, amplifying their impassioned rage towards the other. The boys were falling everywhere, unable to contain their bodies from the forcible movement happening between them. There was an urgency growing in Owenâs moans and grunts, as his hatred for Grayson was oozing out of him. While rolling on the floor, Owen had managed to pin Grayson against the wall. Grayson hurriedly wrapped his legs around Owenâs torso, squeezing as hard as he could. Their fight had blown up across the entire living room, and now, they both had the other nailed down to one spot, locked in their rivalâs embrace, only allowing for stationary, yet frenzied movements.
There they were, his two gorgeous femboys, locked up in an incensed ball of rage. Mark moved closer to his battling duo; he wanted to smell their sweat, to hear their ever elongated moans. As Mark moved closer, he could see that Grayson and Owenâs faces were so close that they almost were kissing. He wanted to fuck them both in that moment so badly. Their hands were still interlocked in each otherâs hair, as neither would stop tearing the other to shreds. Their mutual hair tugging was met with wails of pain. Mark stood there, erection raging, contemplating trying to drag his two boys into the bedroom so he could finally fuck them. But Mark remained frozen in his place, his eyes filled with lust.
âLet go of my hair you fucking faggot,â sobbed Owen, âahhhhhhhhhh.â âThis is so you never touch Mark again,â yelled Grayson, âI will never let you near Mark.â Their agitation continued to grow more hysterical. Their stares were affixed, almost as if sending a stream of warnings and threats to one another. So many feelings were seething from each of them. Their dedication to ripping every hair from the otherâs head, all for Markâs affection, was almost heroic-like. Their devotion to Mark was that of true commitment, so much so that they couldnât stop fighting; their eyes intently locked; their mouths open; their bodies deliriously quivering. The boys could not get closer at this point. The full length of their bodies were pressed into one another, stomachs and chest flattened in parallel.
With a loud grunt, Grayson exerted as much strength as he could, driving both boys into another repetitive roll across the floor, as each pushed and pulled wildly. While still clinging to one another, they struggled to get back to their feet. There, standing for the first time in a while, the boys tried to find the strength within them to overpower the other, but the two were simply too evenly matched for such dominance to take place. Hands in hair, they began to sway back and forth, seemingly losing their energy. In so much pain, they each tried to pull themselves away, but found the other's grasp unrelenting, and too well-matched. Minutes passed as they engaged in this slow, yet frenetic dance around the living room. Their eyes were both flooding with tears as they thrusted their bodies so deeply together. To Markâs excitement, their catfight had found itself cascading into the bedroom. Mark was beside himself. He was so horny. This was it. He was going to get to fuck them both.
Their whimpering moans continued as the two boysâ catfight had spewed into the bedroom. Together they landed on the king-sized bed, settling into a stalemate position, their legs and arms intimately interlaced. The steady exchange of âbitchâ and âcuntâ between the two persisted, but at this point, they were almost whispering it. As he entered the bedroom, it was becoming all too much for Mark. The sight of his naked boys wrapped so tightly around each other on the bed was beautiful, as each pulled on each otherâs hair in unison. This was magic for Mark. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before; unlike anything he could have ever imagined. He had never been so attracted to either of them. Owenâs gorgeous red hair and Graysonâs striking blonde locks, together so closely, made for an exquisite pairing. More than ever, Mark saw so clearly just how maddeningly similar the two were: their tight torsos being of equal length and tone; their lean muscles of equal size and shape; their round, tight asses comparing no different than that of their own reflection; even their voices, endlessly sensual and sweet. They were exactly the way Mark wanted them. They were perfect.
The ever present recognition of similarity he was observing was it for Mark, he had to devour them. With their foreheads pressed together, each of the two passion-drunk boys closed their eyes in delirium as their fingers deepened farther into the depths of each other's hair. Their desires for Mark forbid them to stop their yanking. Closer and closer they pulled, as their thighs and calves coiled around each other. Almost completely out of stamina and strength, the faint whimpers of his boys drove Mark to finally act. âAlright boys,â he said with dominance and authority. âThatâs enough.â With that, Mark came in from behind and put his massive arms around Graysonâs torso. Even as he began to lift Grayson, an easy task for such a strong guy, Mark quickly realized that his two boys were not going to let go of each other that easily. âBoys, boys, thatâs enough,â Mark said in a softer voice now. âFUCKKKKK YOUUUUUUUUU,â Grayson screamed. âBIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTCCCCCHH,â Owen cried. Finally, their grip loosened, and Mark was able to separate the two brawling boys.
With Owen left lying on the bed, panting from exhaustion, Mark carried Grayson out of the bedroom and into the living room. He needed his boys to separate and calm down, for Mark was about to fuck their brains out.
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1/21/2023 3:17 PM(In reply to this)
This is amazing start to finish!!!
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1/18/2023 11:31 PMChapter 6: The Hotel Room
Part 1
Owen couldnât decide whether or not to tell Mark what had happened. Would he be angry? Would he break up with BOTH of them? As Owen was tending to his cuts and bruises, not to mention his pounding migraine from his hair being ripped out of his scalp, it only took one look in the mirror for him to realize he couldnât hide this from Mark. âIâm his good little boy,â Owen said out loud as he looked at himself in the mirror. âWhat have I done?â Later that night, Mark texted Owen and told him he was dropping by. And just like that, Owen heard the sound of Markâs keys opening the front door. Owen was dressed in a bathrobe, having had just spent the last few hours showering and attempting to make himself look presentable for Mark. âHi baby,â Mark said ever so softly. âHi,â Owen said, in an almost soft whisper.
Mark walked over to Owen, knelt down, and as he lifted Owenâs chin with his hand, Mark said âGrayson called me and told me everything.â Shock set in as Owenâs eyes widened and face began to turn red. He couldnât tell if he was angry that Grayson called him in the first place, let alone to tell him about their fight, or embarrassed and worried about what Markâs reaction was going to be. âAre you ok?â Mark asked. âYes, baby. It all happened so fast andâŠâ âBaby, itâs ok,â interrupted Mark. âI had a feeling this was going to happen.â âYou did?â, replied Owen. âOf course. You two have to share me. I donât want to give either of you up. Although I was not expecting all this,â said Mark has he caressed Owenâs black and blue bruise under his eye. Owen felt relieved. âAnd can I be honest with you, baby? It turns me on that you two are fighting over me.â Owen immediately perked up, and could feel his dick begin to get hard. âYa?â Owen asked Mark in a flirtatious tone. âYa,â responded Mark, his voice starting to shake as he grabbed Owenâs head and moved closer to him. âIt turns me the fuck on having my boys fight over me. Now kiss me.â Mark and Owen kissed like they have never kissed before. The passion between them was palpable, each breathing heavily as they embraced and made out with a sense of hunger. Mark undid Owenâs bathrobe to find that Owen was as hard as a rock. Mark stood up, took his shirt off, and proceeded to lift Owen up from the couch and carry him towards the bed. It was the best sex they ever had. Mark came three times.
Mark had promised Grayson he would stop by too that evening. Youâd think after fucking Owen and cumming three times, Mark would be spent. But not this stallion. Mark stormed into that apartment, lifted Grayson so his feet were straddling his torso, and immediately began furiously making out with him. Their sex was on fire that night. He only came once, but it was one of the best orgasms heâs ever had. Grayson had been far less apologetic than Owen was, and knew Mark would love the fact that they had had a fight. He was foaming at the mouth to get his hands back on Owen, and show him who of Markâs boys was the best. Mark of course loved hearing this, and became more and more turned on by the thought of watching them fight.
On his way out of the building later that evening, Mark stopped by the security desk and asked the guy to review the footage. Mark had a good relationship with the security guard, who didnât ask many questions, and just assumed they were Markâs sons or something. Mark got a copy of the footage, and after watching it, he was adamant on being there the next time his boys saw each other and brawled. Grayson had told Mark that the next time he sees Owen, he was going to leap on him, so Mark knew he had to act quick. He devised a plan to rent a hotel suite and invite his two boys over to see him. He wasnât going to tell them the other was going to be there. He wanted to preserve the primal element of surprise between the two boys, like it had gone down in the elevator. The date was set. In just a couple days, Mark was going to get a front row seat to his one of his greatest, most thrillingly evocative fantasies. I mean who wouldnât want to watch two little twink femboys fight over them? Mark could hardly wait.
The night had arrived. Mark checked into the sizable, expensive suite he had gotten for the evening. He wanted his boys to have the room to fight it out. The suite covered four rooms total, including two bedrooms, a living room and a dining room. Mark had on his sexiest pair of jeans and decided to go shirtless, dangling his big, hairy, muscly, manly body in front of his twinks and making sure they remembered what it is they were fighting for. Mark planned for Owen to arrive at 8pm, and like clockwork, there was the knock at the door at 8pm on the dot. Mark was pleased to see that Owen wore what Mark had requested; a tight, slutty spandex singlet that Mark had bought the boys the day prior. The singlet was very skimpy, and left nothing to the imagination. Owen looked great it in, despite the color being hot pink, which Owen secretly despised. His hair was 20 feet tall that night. Mark knew Owen put the effort in to look good for him. He appreciated him so much, and they spent the next 30 minutes passionately kissing on the couch, with Owen sitting on Markâs lap.
The clock struck 8:30pm. Knock, knock, knock. Mark and Owen stopped kissing. âWho could that be?â Owen remarked. âSit here baby, Iâll be right back.â Mark opened the door to Grayson leaping into his arms, taking off his coat to reveal his identical hot pink singlet. âHey there tiger,â Grayson said in his horned up, breathy way. âMmmmm, you look good baby. Let me see that singlet on you,â Mark said as he put Grayson down and made him turn to show Mark how amazing is ass looked in the outfit. âIâm all yours tonight, daddy,â Grayson said seductively. Suddenly, a voice came from the other room, âWho is it Mark?â Grayson stood there in shock, as Owen appeared only seconds later in the entryway, equally stunned as he saw Grayson standing there too in a matching singlet.
âNow boys,â Mark said as he looked back and forth between his twinks, âI thought we couldâŠâ Without even getting his full thought out, Grayson blurted out âfinallyâ in an eager, sadistic kind of way, and leapt towards Owen. The fight was on.
Ginger (0)
1/18/2023 11:31 PMChapter 6: The Hotel Room
Part 2
Mark gasped in delight as Grayson pounced on Owen. He was so turned on that his boys couldnât even be in the same room together for more than a couple seconds before getting their hands on each other and catfighting. Owen had enough time to begin charging before Grayson had reached him. The two boys locked arms and began to fight furiously and desperately, both trying to prove their worth to Mark, who was watching from the sideline, completely enthralled with the scene that was unfolding in front of him.
In no time, they both hit the marble-tiled entry and began to roll across the floor. Mark was so turned on. He couldnât believe how hot this was. Then came the sound of their singlets being ripped and torn, as their sweaty bare legs tangled and kicked one another. Mark had heard of catballing, but had never seen it in person. Fuck was catballing hot, Mark thought to himself. He was as hard as ever, as he feasted his eyes on the catfight of a lifetime, or at least his lifetime. Owen and Grayson rolled over and over on the marble floor, hitting, scratching, slapping, kicking, biting, and excessively pulling each otherâs hair.
At this point, the boys managed to rip the otherâs singlet almost entirely, leaving little to Markâs imagination. Mark noticed the boys were slipping on the marble floor, as each locked hands in the otherâs hair and began thrashing side to side. âFuck,â Mark said under his breath, âthey hate each other. This is so hot.â Neither boy could regain stable control of their body, as each of their heads went in the direction the other was pulling, while their bodies were slipping and kicking in the opposite direction. The screams each boy were letting out sounded like two wild animals. They spewed out insults and swear words at each other, and Mark could barely make out what they were saying, as the thrashing and intensity of their fight took away from their ability to speak clearly. What Mark could make out, however, turned him on more than anything; âHeâs mine, you piece of fucking shit. HEâS MINE!â âFuck you, heâs mine. Iâm going to kill you. Heâs mine!â
The boys found themselves standing, hands still clenched in the others hair. Mark had to move out of the way, unable to anticipate where in the room their whipping and lashing would have them land next. Owen let out a massively high-pitched scream as he sent Grayson flying onto the entryway table and into the mirror hanging on the wall. The mirror cracked down the middle, sending shards of glass cascading over Graysonâs tousled hair. Mark was impressed. He didnât know Owen had that in him, and he was digging it. Without letting even seconds go by, Owen already had his hands wrapped around Graysonâs throat. Owen strangled Grayson with such force and might, causing Grayson to gag and thrash uncontrollably. Just before passing out, Grayson was able to grab a strong hold of Owenâs hair, and with that, they crashed onto the floor yet again.
The two boys clawed at each other wildly, raking each other savagely with their nails. Now dressed in nothing, their naked bodies fought to gain control over the other. Grayson gasping with exertion, and Owen sobbing with rage and panic. Itâs like they werenât in their bodies anymore, Mark observed. This wild, almost primal look had taken over both of their faces, completely inhabiting the essence of a crazed animal.
The feisty blonde was able to roll the redhead onto his back, straddling and pinning him down. Owen bucked and kicked wildly, trying to throw Grayson off. Owenâs sweaty bare legs waved and kicked in the air, and his eyes began to widen in panic as he screamed and swore at his opponent, trying to get out from under him. But Grayson grabbed the screaming boy by his sweat-soaked hair, and in true payback form, began to bang Owenâs head against the marble floor. This was the first time Mark questioned whether he should step in, as he feared Owen was going to get seriously hurt. No, he thought, he had to let them fight. This was the only way.
Owen, agonizing in pain, was able to fling Grayson off of him using his legs, sending him flying a couple feet across the marble entry. Both boys moved slowly at first, each cupping onto the pains they were experiencing in their bodies. But, as soon as they made eye contact, they sprung up as quickly as they could, so not to give their opponent the opportunity to strike without being ready. Their eyes were locked; they didnât even dare to blink. Their heavy pants filled the room. Their bodies were covered in sweat. Mark was certainly enjoying the view. He hadnât realized how equal his boys were in stature and how similar their bodies were. Both bodies were incredibly stunning, toned, smooth, and petite. He couldnât take his eyes off of them, and tried to savor the view before their standoff came to an abrupt end.
The next moment, Grayson ascended through the air like a rocket and the two went flying into the living room. The catfight officially spilled into the next room. The damage had only begun.
Which of Markâs boys wins this heroic catfight? Stay tuned for Chapter 7!
joeran (3)
1/18/2023 10:12 PMThis is getting better and better!
Ginger (0)
1/18/2023 4:19 PMChapter 5: The First Fight
Part 1
Both boys had woken up the next morning with feelings of jealousy and anger. How could Mark be into that ugly little cow? â they asked themselves as they each got ready for their day. Obviously Mark had a wife, but she wasnât competition, and therefor was not a threat to the boys. Although they would never admit it out loud, through their very short and heated exchange, each were able to get a sense of the othersâ attraction, not to mention their similarities. âHeâs a scrawny piece of shit,â Grayson thought to himself as finished blow-drying his hair in the mirror. âThereâs no way Mark would choose him over me.â Grayson knew how this all typically went downâ Mark would ultimately choose one of them to continue seeing, and Grayson was damned if he was going to let Owen have that chance. âTrash,â Owen thought to himself, âDumb, slutty trash. No wonder Iâm Markâs favorite.â
It was clear that both boys were feeling threatened, and couldnât quite get the other out of their minds. But brunch was calling, and each put on their gay Sunday best to meet their respective friends for brunch. Owen got on the elevator first, as his apartment as on floor 20. He knew he was looking cute and was feeling pretty good about himself. As the elevator began to descend, it slowed and found itself coming to a stop on floor 12. Unbeknownst to both boys, shit was about to get real.
The elevator doors opened, and Grayson confidently began to strut in like he owned the place. As he began to step forward, he suddenly heard âYou have to be fucking kidding me.â There Owen was, leaning up against the corner of the elevator. They both were essentially in the same outfit with slight variations; each with a different shade of cut off denim shorts that accentuated the curves of their tight, round asses. Grayson was wearing his usual skimpy white T-shirt, short enough to expose his belly button. Owen, a little more reserved, was also wearing a white T-shirt, and although no midriff was exposed, his shirt was certainly tight enough on his slim torso. Each had their hair done to the nines- like two beautiful lions manes; tall, perfectly styled and wafted back, with Graysonâs blonde highlights and Owenâs red tint both glistening.
Graysonâs anger instantly went into overdrive, as he immediately demanded that Owen âGet the fuck out and wait for another elevator.â Owen wasted no time, barking back âyou shut your trashy little hillbilly mouth.â The elevator doors shut. It was on. Owen immediately stopped leaning against the wall and stood straight up. There they were, a mere three feet apart. âIf I find you cozying up to my man in public like that again, Mark isnât going to recognize your ugly fucking face after Iâm finished with you,â said Grayson. âYa?,â replied Owen, âWhat are you going to do about it? Youâre a scrawny prissy little faggot who canât accept the fact that Mark likes me better. And who can blame him- youâre TRASH.â Grayson saw red.
As the two boys faced each other, their potent hatred filling up the elevator, neither broke eye contact. The intensity of their stares was electrifying, as each boys stunning blue eyes began to narrow in heat, compelled by the others gaze. They began to step closer to one another as the insults began to fly out each of their mouths. Nearly nose to nose at this point, they felt a large thump, soon followed by a loud halting sound. The elevator was at a dead stop, and even though Grayson and Owen knew there was something wrong, nothing else mattered at that point. Instantly after the elevator stopped, in almost a choreographed moment of wild tensity, the two boys collided like a force of nature.
Grayson and Owen found themselves in a ball, impulsively trying to gain control of the other, slapping vehemently at one another, claws grabbing at the othersâ hair, while their petite yet firm chests smashed together with force. Within seconds, each boy was able to get both their hands firmly cemented in the othersâ thick mane of hair. Their violent little dance had begun. Neither boy had ever been in a fight, but the magnitude of their hatred for one another was pouring out of them, and with a stuck elevator, nobody was going to be able to break this fight up. âLet go of my fucking hair,â Owen hissed. Clenching their grip and beginning to fiercely pull, their heads began jerking back, as each boysâ neck bent and heads pointed to the ceiling. They were on each other in a feral way, entwined in a barbarous knot of flesh.
They were in a mutual hair pulling tug of war now. They were face to face, panting into each otherâsâ mouths, both letting out screams of both pain and anger. Each boy was trying to get the upper hand, slamming the otherâs body into the four walls of the elevator, attempting to use their legs to get the other to hit the ground. The boys had turned into animals, and nothing was off limits. Grayson gave the first major blow, slamming Owenâs head into the wall so hard that the sound echoed down the elevator shaft. Owen saw stars, but with his hands still firmly grasping Graysonâs hair, he was able to quickly slam Graysonâs head into the wall as well.
âOUCH YOU FUCKING BITCH. GET OFF ME.â As Grayson screamed in pain, the boys began exchanging simultaneous knees to the stomach. For a split second, they found themselves broken apart with Owen throwing Grayson with all of his might across the elevator and into the wall. Without wasting more than a second, they quickly came together again and transitioned into a full on slap fest. Neither boy tried to dodge or swerve, there was no room, instead they laid into each other with savage slaps to the face. Their strikes became fast and rhythmic. In a quest for dominance, Owen wrapped his arms around Graysonâs back, enmeshing him in a bear hug-like grip. In desperation Grayson was able to get his arms around Owenâs back as well, with each of their hands sliding down each otherâs bodies with vigor.
All of a sudden, Grayson tore Owenâs t-shirt completely off and slipped the material around his neck to begin to choke him, using his other hand to smother Owenâs face. Without much thought, Grayson made eye contact with the elevator camera and smirked. âDid he know Iâd be watching this?â Mark quietly asked himself, as his hard on from watching the fight thus far was so extreme that he thought his dick was going to explode off his body. Owen snarled and smashed his head into Graysonâs face, with Grayson stumbling backwards. Owen was able to grab hold of Graysonâs shirt and with one pull, completely ripped it off and shoved the cloth right in Graysonâs face. The sight of these two topless boys was awe inducing. Mark had never been so aroused in his entire life. âIâm so glad I stole this tape from security,â Mark thought to himself.
Ginger (0)
1/18/2023 4:19 PMChapter 5: The First Fight
Part 2
Grayson charged and pushed Owen back into the elevator wall. At this point, the elevator was like a sauna. Each boy had sweat pouring down their gleaming toned torsos. Mark could hear the slapping of each rhythmic strike and their grunts of exertion even though there was no sound. Grayson frenzied into a fresh assault of slaps, which they both traded, quickly but powerfully. When one slap made Owen recoil an inch, he wrapped his hands around Owenâs neck and lifted him off the ground for just a few seconds. You could see the pain on Owenâs face. As he landed, however, Owen was able to get his hands on Graysonâs hair, allowing him the opportunity to yank on Graysonâs shorts and toss him into the wall. Hitting the wall with force, Graysonâs sweaty body almost stuck to the wall as he bounced back and lunged at Owen.
The two boys once again began swiping at each other with slaps as Grayson charged Owen, grabbing a handful of hair. All at once, they lost balance, as both shirtless boys hit the elevatorâs tiled floor. There was no space in the elevator for them to fight on the ground, Mark thought to himself, watching with eager anticipation. Owen was on top and wasted no time clawing at Grayson like a cat. Grayson, in desperate need to try and gain control, brought his legs up around Owenâs waist and clamped on a scissor hold, pulling him down on top of him. Mark could see Graysonâs thighs clenching as he tightened his hold. Owen began choking Grayson, with the force of his weight moving Grayson closer and closer to the elevator wall. âSTOP CHOKING ME YOU FUCKING BâŠâ, Grayson attempted to say with little power in his voice. He was very quickly able to lock his hand in Owenâs hair, gaining back some control and putting an end to the choking.
With both hands in each of their hair, the boys laid on the floor in that position for some time. They were both beginning to feel spent. With a loud grunt, Grayson was able to roll Owen so they were on their sides, still pressed together as they had now locked legs. Their whole bodies pulsed every few seconds with a thrust, with Owen trying to gain advantage, and Grayson tightening the leg lock. They brought their hands up to each otherâs hair, ready to take a handful. Mark felt himself flush with heat as Graysonâs tan fingers worked into Owenâs red locks. The fight had slowed, but both boys continued to exert energy, letting long, aggravated moans slip as they applied bursts of pressure.
For what seemed like an eternity to both boys, the elevator started to move again. Thatâs all it took for them to gain their energy back. With their arms wrapped around each otherâs smooth backs in an intense bear hug, each boy grunted and gasped as they grit their teeth from the pressure. Mark could see his two beautiful boys gain fierce looks on their faces as they tangled. Rather abruptly, the elevator door opened, and with that, an epic catball ensued. Their combined momentum found them rolling out of the elevator and into the hallway. Mark was left wanting more. He wished he could have been there in person so he could have seen the whole fight from beginning to end. âFuck,â he thought.
As each boy reached up and buried his hands into the othersâ hair, their wet, shiny bodies continued to roll around the hallway in a ferocious entanglement. The sound of their moaning as they grabbed any part of each other they could reach, gripping skin even, sounded like two bitches in heat. A moment of weakness gave each boy the opportunity to stand on his feet. Within seconds, they locked up once again. Their foreheads met and were almost immediately bound by sweat. Both were breathing heavily, their petite frames bouncing up and down rather quickly. As their noses touched, it became clear they were pressing into each other. Their intense silent stare was only broken by an exchange of breaths. âWhen are you going to give up?â yelled Grayson. They landed on the floor yet again, rolling as they each tried to gain the upper hand. âIâm more than youâll ever be,â screamed Owen. The two tussled, both grunting at the physical exertion. They kept their faces close together, glaring into each otherâs eyes and only seeing anger, jealousy, and even a hint of lust.
At this point, both boys were drenched in sweat and had blood from the scratching and biting that had lasted the entirety of their fight. But neither was going to willingly let go. After minutes of remaining locked up in an embrace, forcibly rolling over one another, trying to get the other to submit, security rushed in and finally broke up the two brawling twinks. Both Grayson and Owenâs hair was completely disheveled, with some even on the floor. All that remained on them was their jean shorts, although both were basically hanging off each of their frames. Unable to be in the same room together without going at it, security removed them from the hallway. The boys knew this wasnât the last of it. They were going to fight again. Mark was worth it, after all. Next time though, unexpectedly to Grayson and Owen, not only would Mark be present at their next fight, heâd be orchestrating the entire thing.
Chapter 6: The Hotel Room
MORE TO COME!
Beefyscot (3)
1/12/2023 5:49 AMLooking forward to first fight or any fight not sure why long story intro âŠâŠâŠ,.wrestling fighting story fight should have come into story a bit quicker âŠâŠâŠ
Ginger (0)
1/18/2023 4:34 PM(In reply to this)
Then write your own story champ
Ginger (0)
1/18/2023 4:34 PM(In reply to this)
Then write your own story champ
Ginger (0)
1/12/2023 12:57 AMChapter 3: Two boys Under the Same Roof
Summer was quickly approaching, and Mark was happier than ever. Why, you ask? Their names were Grayson and Owen. Since initially meeting Grayson and Owen within weeks of each other, Mark had begun fucking both boys as often as he could. He typically got rooms at smaller, less known hotels, so to keep everything discreet. Heâd alternate boys, depending on his mood and who was available when. Though the boys shared striking similarities in both size and looks, they were very different in the bedroom.
Grayson was wild. The fire and passion between him and Mark was palpable, and from the second that hotel room door would close, Grayson would jump into Markâs arms, wrap his legs around Markâs lower waist, and begin passionately kissing him, so furiously that sometimes theyâd forget to come up for air. Mark liked to forcefully push Grayson against the wall as he held him, eventually throwing him onto the bed and fucking him violently and without restraint. Mark would cum inside Graysonâs fat, juicy ass multiple times in one session. He had never had more intense orgasms in his life. Something about Grayson made Mark become almost feral, with this untamed and ferocious need to completely devour Grayson with his dick. And that he did, time and time again.
Then there was Owen. Mark called Owen âbaby,â which if you knew Mark, he never used cheesy pet names like that prior to meeting Owen. Owen had Mark wrapped around his sweet, beautiful little finger. Mark and Owen had a strong connection. Their sex was tender, romantic, intense, and often lasted for hours. As often as Mark could, Mark liked to spend the night with Owen. Holding him was one of Markâs favorite things to do with Owen. Nothing made Mark feel more content and satisfied than wrapping his monstrous muscular arms around Owenâs slim, petite frame. He fit perfectly. Owen also was a master with his tongue. He was the best kisser, and when him and Mark would get into a rhythm, they could kiss for hours. Long, slow, sensual kisses, with the occasional sound of Owenâs soft moans. But Owenâs best skill was his blowjobs. Mark was never able to cum from a blowjob prior to Owen. Owen worked Markâs dick like a pro, and Markâs dick would throb in ecstatic pain until pulsating loads of his cum down Owenâs throat. Owen would lick every last drop, and the two would usually fall asleep, naked bodies entangled, with Owenâs face snuggled up against Markâs Herculean chest. This was Markâs happy place.
Within a few weeks of coordinating these hotel rendezvous with the boys, both Grayson and Owen were prepping to move out of their dorms as the semester was ending. Both boys wanted to stay in the city for the Summer, but neither could afford a decent place. Daddy Mark quickly solved this problem by leasing each boy his very own apartment in Hoboken, a water-front neighborhood in New Jersey where Mark parked his car before taking the ferry to Manhattan. This met everyoneâs needs; each boy got a nice, free apartment to live in for the Summer, and Mark had easy access to both boys whenever he pleased without dealing with the logistics of hotel rooms.
Mark chose a new luxury high-rise right on the Hudson River overlooking Manhattan, only a couple blocks from where Mark parked his car. It did cross Markâs mind a couple times whether he should tell the boys about each other. The idea of a threesome was intriguing to Mark. However, he quickly learned that Grayson and Owen were both the jealous type, and did not play well with other femboys. Not wanting to deal with the drama, Mark made sure their apartments were on different floors. Things were going great for the first couple of weeks. Mark would bounce between each boysâ apartment, and neither of them knew the other existed. That all changed, however, one Saturday nightâŠ.
Chapter 4: The Boys Meet
Grayson was checking himself out in the elevator mirror, dressed to impress as he was on his way to meet some girlfriends for drinks. When he got down to the lobby and was making his way towards to doors, he saw Mark talking to this young guy. âWho the fuck is this ginger twink,â Grayson thought to himself, âand why is he talking to my man?â Grayson being Grayson wasted no time as he marched himself over to Mark and Owen, who were in an engaging conversation and hadnât noticed Grayson walking towards them.
âHey Mark,â Grayson tersely muttered. Even before turning his head, Mark knew it was Grayson. This was it, something Mark knew was bound to happen, but chose not to take the precautions that would have prevented this very moment. Subconsciously, maybe he wanted this to happen. Regardless, his two boys were about to meet. âHere we go,â Mark thought.
âGrayson!,â Mark exclaimed, faking excitement in his voice, âfancy seeing you here.â Without taking his glare off of Owen, Grayson quickly responded, âwhoâs the boy, Mark?â Mark looked over at Owen, who he could see was stiffening up in response to Graysonâs combative energy. âGrayson, meet Owen. Owen, this is Grayson.â Owen turned to Mark and began to ask, âwho is Gray..â, but before he could finish, Grayson cut him off: âIâm his boy. Who THE FUCK are you?â
âAlright, alright, Grayson, settle down,â Mark said with a sense of urgency in his voice, âletâs not make a scene.â Owen, whose confusion was quickly turning into anger, asked Mark what was going on; âAre you seriously fucking this trash, Mark?â
âWHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUâRE CALLING TRASH YOU CUNT,â yelled Grayson as he sprung towards Owen.
âALRIGHT ENOUGH,â proclaimed Mark, as he stepped in between the two boys. âOwen, go upstairs baby, Iâll be up in a little.â It took a lot for Owen not to lunge at this blonde haired little twink for coming at him so aggressively, calling him a cunt, and, most importantly, for fucking his man. âDonât be long, baby,â Owen said in a sweet voice to Mark, making eye contact with Grayson the entire time. Mark smiled at Owen as he walked away towards the elevator bank. Mark spent the next 30 minutes trying to calm Grayson down, as he was fuming with anger.
âThis is how itâs going to be. Iâm not choosing between the two of you,â Mark explained to Grayson. âBut youâre mine. I donât want to share you, especially with HIM!â âWhy, do you feel threatened by Owen,â Mark asked Grayson with intrigue. This caught Grayson off guard. âYou think Iâm threatened by that little scrawny bitch. Thereâs no way he compares to me in bed, or in looks for that matter.â Mark assured Grayson that Owen wouldnât get in the way of their relationship, and just to steer clear of him. With one fire out, Mark made his way upstairs to deal with Owen. After the night was over, Mark had assured Grayson and Owen that he was still head over heels for each of them, and told both boys that they were his favorite. Though he liked them both equally, he thought the best thing to do was to make each boy think they were Markâs favorite. Boy was he wrongâŠ.
Chapter 5: The First Fight
MORE TO COME!
Yonso21 (25)
1/17/2023 12:46 AM(In reply to this)
I'm so excited to read the next chapter đ
Coolwin (0)
1/13/2023 12:15 PM(In reply to this)
Really good - chapter 5 should be explosive đ„đ
Ginger (0)
1/12/2023 12:56 AMChapter 1: Mark meets Grayson
Mark lived in New Jersey with his wife and two children. From a very early age, Mark knew he was attracted to guys, and although he loved his wife and tried to remain faithful to her, he had gay hookups on a few occasions throughout his marriage.
Professionally, Mark had accomplished a lot. He started his own hedge fund in New York City, and built an incredibly successful career for himself. His office is located in lower Manhattan right off Wall Street. Each day he makes the trek from his wealthy suburban town in New Jersey into NYC, leaving his car in Hoboken and taking the ferry across the Hudson river into lower Manhattan. Usually minding his own business on the ferry, that particular day he could feel someone eying him. When Mark looked up from reading his paper, he suddenly locked eyes with his admirer.
His name was Grayson. Grayson had just turned 20 and was a couple weeksâ shy of finishing his sophomore year at LIM, a fashion school in NYC. Born and raised in South Carolina, Grayson had a thick southern accent. He stood at 5â8, with beautiful blonde hair that wafted back behind his ears. He was skinny and dressed very feminine, wearing tight, very short shorts and a small white t-shirt that slightly exposed his midriff and pierced belly button. Femboys were Markâs kryptonite, and he immediately began to feel his dick getting hard. Even though Mark was clearly very attracted to this boy, he decided to ignore his advances and try and continue reading his paper. Luckily for Mark, Grayson always went after what he wanted.
As Mark tried his hardest to keep his eyes on his paper, he could see out of his periphery someone walking towards him. Mark looked up and there he was. âIs someone sitting here,â Grayson asked. âNo, itâs all yours bud,â said Mark, in a rushed, slightly surprised sounding voice. Mark was getting harder by the second now that he could see the boy up close. Grayson sat down next to Mark, âIâm Grayson,â he said. âMark,â replied the ever increasingly excited older man. âYou fill out a suit nicely. That chest.....woof.â Mark smirked, âYouâre a forward little fella, arenât ya? What makes you think you can say that to me?â âI could see the way you were looking at me from across the boat,â replied Grayson. âAm I wrong in my assumption that you find me irresistible?â
Marks grin widened, âNever lose that confidence, kid, itâll get you far in life. Take it from someone much older and wiser.â Grayson interrupted Mark right then- âIâll gladly take it from someone older and wiser,â said Grayson, biting his lip in lust. Mark slowly moved his eyes down Graysonâs body, and back up to catch Graysonâs eyes. âGive me your number,â Mark said with a sexy firmness. âIâll give you anything you want, daddy,â Grayson answered in obedience. Markâs dick was throbbing hard at this point. âI like my pretty boys to be sassy little queens. Youâre going to make daddy real happy.â And so it beganâŠ
Chapter 2: Mark meets Owen
Owen had just finished his second year at the Parsons School of Design in New York. A few months back, Owen was offered an internship over the summer, and because he wanted to save money, he planned on commuting into the city from his parentsâ house in Connecticut. That was his plan, however, unit he met Mark.
One evening, Mark and his wife attended a party thrown by a guy Mark used to do business with named Jeff. Jeff and Mark had known each other for years, and Jeff was giving his wife a surprise 50th birthday celebration. This was the last thing Mark wanted to do, but it would have been bad for business if he didnât show his face at least for a little. The venue was upscale and intimate, and as Mark was waiting at the bar to get his wife and himself a drink, a young man came up and stood next to him.
âOrdering a drink, eh? You barely look 18,â joked Mark. âIâm just teasing. Name is Mark.â As Mark reach his hand out to shake this boyâs hand, he was startled by how beautiful he was. No taller than 5â8, he had the thickest, smoothest head of hear Mark had ever seen. On top of that, he was a ginger, but instead of orange, his hair was deep red, which Mark found so arousing. Mark immediately felt a flutter in his pants.
âIâm Owen. I guess there are perks when your father is the one throwing the party.â âOh, youâre Jeffâs boy! I do business with your dad. Itâs nice to meet you.â Owen began to blush. He had never been so attracted to an older man before. âIâm just ordering a drink for me and my boyfriend, who is around here somewhere.â Mark didnât need to know he had a boyfriend to know Owen was gay. He was dressed in a very fitted button down, and tightly fitted jeans that showed his perfectly plump, round ass. Markâs mind was racing as his attraction grew.
âLucky fella, your boyfriend,â replied Mark. Mark was surprised he let those words come out of his mouth. Owen smiled and blushed some more. âIâd say so. He doesnât appreciate me as much as he should, though,â Owen said in a playful manner. âWell gingers are a rarity, and they should be appreciated if youâre lucky enough to have one of your own,â Mark said in an equally playful tone. âWell we are fiery, thatâs for sure,â Owen declared. The two held eye contact from that moment, both trying to suppress the intense attraction they felt for the other. âHereâs your drinks, sir,â said the bartender, forcing the two to break their illustrious stare down. As Mark picked up his drinks, he turned to Owen; âYou make sure that boyfriend of yours appreciates you. Maybe Iâll see you around.â Mark winked and walked away.
Owen was left in awe. Was it him, or was Mark definitely flirting with him. No way, he told himself, this was his dadâs friend! And his wife is here! Nonetheless, Owen was left feeling all hot and bothered, and kept eyeing Mark throughout the night. Mark was wearing a light blue button down and suit pants, clearly having had come from work. His legs were massive, and his suit pants showed off his big manly ass. Every time Owen caught a glimpse of Mark bending his arm to take a sip of his drink, he drooled over Markâs immense bicep as it looked like it was about to pop the fabric of his shirt wide open. Mark noticed Owen checking him out at the night progressed. At one point, he saw Owen heading towards the bathroom. Something in Mark made him follow Owen. Owen was washing his hands when Mark walked in. Seeing Mark walk into the bathroom through the reflection in the mirror, Owenâs heart immediately started to race.
Mark began to wash his hands in the adjacent sink, and the two made eye contact through the mirror. âYou know, I can see you checking me out all night,â Mark said. âIâŠIâŠIâm sorry,â stammered Owen. âDonât be,â Mark said in a deepening, assertive voice. Owen could feel his checks turn red, as his smile grew wider from ear to ear. âHow about I take you out for a drink, and we can talk more about this asshole boyfriend,â said Mark. âIâd love that,â replied Owen. âAnd letâs just keep this between us. No need to tell your father.â âAbsolutely,â responded Owen, as he thought in his head how angry his dad would be if he knew his friend was hitting on him like this. âGreat. Glad weâre on the same page,â Mark said as he stepped closer to Owen. Friday, Whitehorse Tavern, 8pm?â Owen happily accepted. âIâll be there.â And so it beganâŠ
MudFighterMel (0)
1/07/2023 4:33 PMexciting and promising start; as a fights writer myself this has a lot of promise; keep going as we all are eager to see how the fight develops
Ginger (0)
1/12/2023 1:34 AM(In reply to this)
Hey thanks I appreciate that!
Coolwin (0)
1/05/2023 1:17 PMAmazing start to the story! Looking forward to hearing the next part
Ginger (0)
1/12/2023 1:35 AM(In reply to this)
Thank u! Just posted the first 4 chapters
joeran (3)
1/03/2023 8:17 PMExcellent story. Looking forward to the next chapter.
Ginger (0)
1/12/2023 1:35 AM(In reply to this)
Theyâre up!
JonSteed (16)
1/03/2023 2:11 AMHot. I would love to be one of these two boys. Woof! Canât wait to read more.
Ginger (0)
1/12/2023 1:36 AM(In reply to this)
Lol me too. Posted more just now
WatchingPeelMan (0)
1/02/2023 4:19 PMHot! Definitely like to hear what happens next
Ginger (0)
1/12/2023 1:36 AM(In reply to this)
Posted more!
MMCatfightFan132 (1)
1/02/2023 1:47 PMGreat start. Canât wait to see where this goes.
Ginger (0)
1/12/2023 1:37 AM(In reply to this)
Posted first 4 chapters - Let me know what u think!
MMCatfightFan132 (1)
1/16/2023 1:55 AM(In reply to this)
Canât wait for the rest.
Ginger (0)
1/02/2023 1:27 AMI've been searching for good catfight stories and they're hard to come by, so I decided to begin writing my own. This story will be about a straight married daddy and his two femboy side pieces who are both competing for his attention. I'll be releasing chapters as I write them, but here is the intro:
Title: Femboys catfight for daddy
Intro
Never in his wildest dreams would Mark have thought TWO hot femboys would be brawling over him.
A typical wall street finance type, Mark was 52 years old and married to a woman, but recently began looking for a young twink to keep as his side piece and spoil along the way. Mark was incredibly handsome, with a full head of thick salt-and-pepper hair, a chiseled jaw and distinguished nose, and not to mention a smile that kills. Standing at 6â3, Mark was in great shape. His body was everything you want in a daddy; large muscular biceps, an exquisitely strong chest that perfectly fills out his shirts, a quintessential âdad bodâ stomach, broad shoulders, a thick neck, and big meaty thighs.
Mark ended up meeting Grayson and Owen around the same time, who were both 20 years old and studying fashion in NYC. Fashion school wasnât their only similarity: Grayson and Owen both stood at 5â8, with smooth toned bodies. Both were extremely feminine and girly, each with their own versions of sass. Even though Owen had dark red hair and Grayson was blonde, they looked like they could be brothers. Each had hair coming down behind their ears, though Graysonâs cut was more hipster than Owenâs more conservative style.
Soon after meeting both boys, Mark leased Grayson and Owen their own separate apartments for the summer in the same building, making it easy for Mark to come and go as he pleased. It didnât take long before the boys became aware of one another, and their rival quickly developed into hatred. After finding out the boys had gotten into a physical fight in their elevator one night, Mark became increasingly aroused by the idea of them fighting over him. Thus began his mission to fuel this fire by purposefully making the other jealous.
One evening, Mark invited both boys to the same hotel suite, and once they realized the other was there, Mark sat back and took a front row seat as his two femboys lunged at each other and became viscously entangled in an all-out-spilling-into-every-room-hairpulling-catballing-screaming-kicking-wall-banging CATFIGHT.
Did Mark break them up eventually? Was it their last fight?
more to come!
nyc31 (14 )
6/26/2023 3:50 AM(In reply to this)
so fucking hot.......
BACF1 (2 )
1/06/2023 10:19 AM(In reply to this)
Love it now bring it home