Stevie's blog Cockfight Story

THE ARENA
by halhow3
September 7, 2018

It was 3 o'clock on a Friday afternoon when Charlie first noticed the light coming from the hole in the wall. Charlie had stopped off at his favorite watering hole, Big Jake's Salon, off on Crawford St. Big Jake's was a redneck bar, serving beer, whiskey and wine. Just the sort of place a real man like Charlie liked to come and relax.

Charlie had downed a few beers and was draining the lizard, when he turned around and noticed the light coming from the hole in the back wall. The hole was in the back of the last stall, the one that was missing a toilet. Charlie had heard the rumors of course. Everyone who came to Jake's knew there was a gay bar that shared the back wall and faced out onto Huntington Lane.

The bartender, Fat Mike, had told Charlie about the hole in the wall and those fagots looking to start cock fights. Charlie was zipping up when he noticed the light and was just drunk enough and just curious enough to decide to go take a look. Walking over to the last stall, he stepped inside and closed the door then inspected the back wall.

He noticed there was a hole about 3 inches in diameter and about waist high, the light shining out of it. Above it, someone had stuffed what looked like a toy periscope through another hole in the wall.

“What the hell”, Charlie, muttered under his breath then stepped over? Leaning down, he peeked in the lower hole briefly, but only saw drywall. Standing up, he stepped over to the toy periscope, looked through it and got the surprise of his life. The light was coming from a flashlight shining from the far wall. Looking through the periscope he could see the space between the two sections of drywall and there was a huge black cock jutting up in there.

Charlie had heard the rumors of course and the whispered quarrels about whether ...straight cocks or gay cocks... were best. He looked away a moment, glancing down at the hole on his side then put his eyes to the periscope again. There it was bold as brass, a huge swollen black cock, jutting out in the small space between the wall studs and looking for a fight.

Charlie though any fag that would just shove his dick through a hole in the wall, had to be pretty arrogant and was clearly looking for trouble. Even as he continued to look over that thick, black cock, he could feel his own white snake starting to stiffen and get angry.

“Fucking queers”, Charlie whispers and he turned to go but even as he reached for the handle to the stall door, he could feel his white dick throbbing. He got to thinking, 'What right did that fag dick have pissing his own cock off'? It would serve him right if his cock taught that black dick a lesson. After all Charlie was a REAL man.

Turning around, Charlie stepped up and peeked through the toy periscope again and could see that black dick just waiting. “I'll show him what a real man looks like”, Charlie muttered under his breath as he reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped his Levis. Easing his big white python out, he pushed it through the hole on his side and waited to see what would happen.

Charlie did not have to wait long. Looking through the periscope, Charlie could see his white dick, less than an inch from that stiff black cock. He white cock was hugely swollen. The black cock seemed angry that Charlie's dick was there. He moved suddenly and gave Charlie's cock a quick ...SLAP. Charlie could feel a ...tingle.. race through him. Before he even thought about it, his hips shifted and his cock SLAPPED back. After that, the black cock lunged for Charlie's white cock and the FIGHT was on!

Soon each cock was pushing into the other, each trying to get under the other cock and rub upwards. Charlie worked construction and knew the space between the walls was the width of a 2x4 about 3.5 inches. Charlie could feel his cock fighting with the black cock, they were pushing and rubbing on each other, each trying to get under the others swollen head. As the fight raged in that tight wall space, Charlie could feel his cock throbbing with excitement and anger.

The fight went on and on. Charlie had never been in a cock fight before, but his dick seemed to know what it was doing. It pushed and rubbed into its rival, that black cock ...stroking... brushing... grinding... away. As Charlie watched the two cocks fighting, he noticed the dark stains in the drywall. The stains left from previous cock fights when one cock had made the other spill its seed.

The two cocks were pushed into each other tightly now, both terribly swollen and ...rubbing... rubbing... rubbing... it out. Charlie could feel his excitement, but it didn't even cross his mind to pull out. Suddenly the black cock ...brushed.. under and up and it was too much for Charlie's white dick as he GUSHED his load all over the back of the drywall.

Charlie moaned then and pulled back, gasping and shivering before pulling up his pants. He thought he heard a faint laugh but he might have imagined it. Embarrassed, he walked out of the stall, left the bar and drove home.

For days afterwards, Charlie couldn't sleep. He couldn't believe his cock a real man's cock, could have lost a fight to some fag cock, it was just beyond believing. In the end, Charlie put it down to inexperience and insufficient training. It was just like driving a backhoe or running a drag line. If you didn't have the right training you were bound to fail.

Once Charlie realized the problem, he knew the solution. After work, he would stay up late at night, researching cock fights on the Internet. He watched video after video and even used his girlfriend's dildo for some 'practice fights'. After a few days, Charlie's confidence was up again and he returned to Jake's.

Of course one problem, was Charlie didn't want to fight just any gay cock, he wanted back at that bastard that beat him last time and his cock wanted that too. How to find him again though? Then Charlie realized it was probably about picking the right time. So Charlie downed a few beers, waited until 3 PM then headed back to the restroom.

Slipping into the back stall, he didn't see any light through the hole. Disappointed he turned away then he got an idea. Pushing another hole in the wall, he stuffed a flashlight he fetched from his pickup truck into it and turned it on. Then he pulled down his pants and pushed his cock through the hole in the wall and waited. He didn't have to wait long.

As he was standing there that black cock came pushing through the other hole. Charlie was sure he would recognize it anywhere now, it was bent a bit to the left. Charlie's cock wasted no time is THRUSTING for his rival and the cock fight exploded in the narrow space.

Cock SLAPPED on cock, both of them curling and twisting, trying to push the other cock back and up against the inside of the wall. Charlie bit his lower lips as powerful sensations, rushed through his body. He kept his hips tight to the hole in the wall as he watched the two cocks duel through the toy periscope.

Soon the two rival cocks were WRESTLING, half curled around each other, pushing and rubbing. The narrow space between the walls didn't leave much room for maneuvering and it was hard cock against hard cock all the way, but this time Charlie's cock managed to pin it's black rival down and rub it until it gushed like a fire hose.

Charlie couldn't contain his glee as he felt the rival cock shuddering and cumming all over his stiff victorious dick. Closing his eyes and breathing hard, he just leaned against the hole, his cock pinning the other cock down as Charlie enjoyed the elation of Victory.

Several minutes passed and Charlie felt a strange sensation on his cock. Opening his eyes and peeking into the periscope he saw a strange sight. The black cock was about half its size now and was ...half curled... around Charlie's still stiff dick. It was almost like the black cock was clinging to his or hugging it, it didn't make any sense.

Charlie pulled his hips back and watched as the black cock flopped off his. He buckled up his pants and went back to the bar to celebrate, downing a couple shots of whiskey and a few more beers.

That should have been enough of course. Charlie and his cock had their revenge and that should have been that, but Charlie kept thinking about what happened in the end and decided to learn more. He got back on the Internet and researched it, that is when he learned about 'snake fights' and cocks fighting to hurt each other.

The websites he visited warned about leaving two fighting cocks together after both had shot their loads. They warned that half-stiff cocks could be dangerous to each other and should be separated at once. It was clear now that the black cock was trying to squeeze and choke Charlie's cock but of course he was still rock hard and at no risk at all. Still, Charlie couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if they got into a cock on cock snake fight.

A few weeks passed and whenever Charlie was in Jake's place he would wander into the restroom. Sometimes the light was coming from the hole, sometimes it was dark. Charlie tried to put it from his mind but in the end, the challenge was too much. He had to let his cock have it out with that black dick.

It was another Friday at 3 o'clock and after a few beers Charlie decided the moment of truth had arrived. Going into the men's room he could see the light shining from that hole in the back wall. He walked up, closed the stall door and then unzipped his pants. He took a quick peek in the toy periscope and could see that black dick waiting. His own cock was stiffening fast, today was the day they were going to have it out.

Stepping up to the hole, Charlie shoved his stiff white cock right through that hole and peeked through the periscope to watch. He could see his big white throbbing dick, just pulsing, as it faced off with its black cock foe. They seemed to almost regard each other for a few seconds then they moved together.

This time there was no lunging, instead each simply pushed up under the other and began to rub. They soon hit a steady rhythm... rubbing... rubbing... rubbing... sensitive underbelly into sensitive underbelly. It was very slow and deliberate and Charlie could feel the erotic tension growing in his man cock, building minute by minute.

They came within seconds of each other, later Charlie couldn't even remember which one spurted first. All he could remember that he was standing there shaking and gushing even as that evil black dick came all over his white cock.

After they came they just continued to press, cum dripping over both of them as Charlie drew in some deep breaths. Suddenly, he could feel that black cock trying to ...slip around... the right side of his white dick, but his dick was ready for that and began to curl over and around the right side of that black cock.

They were both only half-stiff and soon were curling over and around each other, down and back up until each was wrapped around the other several times. They looked like a black and white candy twist. That is when the squeezing started.

It began lightly at first. One cock ...tightening... on the other, almost pulsing... then easing back off. Then the other cock would ...tighten up... squeezing back before it had to release. Soon both cocks were squeezing steadily, each trying to tighten and crush the other.

Charlie could feel his cock burning and tingling as it WRESTLED with that black bitch cock. The two of them slipping and twisting together, the spilled semen only making both of them more slippery. The cock duel went on for a long time. Each cock trying to ...tighten ...tighten... more around the other, both squeezing and struggling for position.

Swollen cock head bumped and pushed on swollen cock head, their cum slips opening and closing as if they were gasping for breath. As they struggled, they got stiffer and stiffer again, the clock clinched getting ever tighter, it was a mortal combat! Both fighters were grunting and cursing as the fight progressed.

Slowly Charlie began to realize his cock was in trouble, that the black dick was getting the best of it. That black cock was hugely swollen now and it was hard to even see Charlie's white cock it was wrapped up so tight. He began to moan as his cock was losing this fight. He thrusted his hips to try and get an edge over the rival cock but it did not help. Let go, he yelled! But his dark skinned opponent only repsoned with, I have you now!

Charlie could feel his dick starting to hurt then get numb. Blood begins to seep from his cock’s slit as the black cock begins to slowly get a death grip on it! At that, he panicked and began to push at the wall with both hands but it was too late. Slowly but surely that black cock CRUSHED Charlie's white cock in vicious cock on cock CLENCH!

They were locked up for a long time, his white cock looked pitiful as you could barely see it’s head, now dark blue as blood and fluids continued to leak out. Charlie groaned in agony as escape was now hopeless for his cock. There was a loud and long grunt from the other side and a wet crackling sound was faintly heard. Charlie moaned loudly.

Finally, it was over and the black cock slowly let go as Charlie pulled his shriveled ruined cock from the hole and collapsed weeping on the bathroom stall floor. It hung long and thin, like it had been stretched out. Unrecognizable. The head was purple and swollen and leaked more blood.

Charlie's cock never worked right again. It could no longer get hard. His woman, Bobbi Jo, left him for his cousin and he lost his construction job, the foreman said there was just something 'funny' about him these days. At first it seemed it was the end of the world, but then Charlie decided to go back to school.

He got a degree in classic English literature and soon discovered he liked tea better than beer. He got a job teaching at a liberal arts college and took up raising orchids as a hobby. There were days when Charlie was home, sipping tea as he re-potted his orchids and his thoughts would drift back to the old days. Sometimes those thoughts would make Charlie sad, but in the end he realized things worked out for the best. Had he kept drinking beer and running front-end loaders he would never have discovered Shakespeare and Macbeth.

Loser of a Cockfight

Sex between a true bottom and a true top is a sacral act. It depends both on the sameness (maleness) of both partners, as well as, and more importantly, their difference (you can't have unity without difference or diversity). A top's sexuality is masculine: expanding, entering, exploring, conquering, reaching outside itself, penetrating, discovering. A bottom's sexuality is feminine: accommodating, drawing-in, opening, submitting, beckoning, receiving, being-discovered. The loser of the fight must embrace the role of the feminine, as he has been humiliated by his rival in the fight.

The loser of the cockfight willingly sacrifices his maleness to the top by spreading his legs and allowing the top to penetrate him and conquer him internally. This receptivity, submission, accommodation is very feminine. But it is precisely *as a male* that the loser performs this feminine act. It is as a male and only as a male that he is able to give his maleness as an offering to his rival. It is very free, even though it is very natural. The loser, having given himself entirely to the winner, then receives from the victor the top’s own maleness, which moves inside him and ultimately releases inside him. The bottom becomes yin and the top is yang and they are two men united in a perfect union of masculinity and femininity.

Anal sex is key, because it is the most intimate act two men can share, as well as the most fitting way for a cockfight loser to submit to his rival, and for the rival to dominate and fill his bottom. As a true man, the winner of the fight’s sexual organ is his penis. The loser’s primary sexual organ is now his anus/rectum. The winner must always be the clearly masculine, dominant. It is totally inappropriate for a loser to try to command or control his top. Rather, a loser must revere and submit to his rival, and constantly be trying to please him because he has been humiliated and lost the cockfight.

Slave Master Cockfight
Warning: graphic descriptions in this story.

I was led into the old barn, naked, by my master in the early morning hours. The sunrise filled the barn with light. The weather was pleasant on this September day in Arizona. There i saw his rival, a large black man, already naked with his own slave, also naked. Their cocks were semi-hard. The rival slave master was in his early 50’s, younger than my white master who was 65. They were about the same size, about 6-4, probably around 240 lbs., somewhat hairy, tanned and toned. Both looked strong with large hands and feet. My master removed his clothing, revealing his large cock.

The fight was over me. My master had been challenged to fight for me. Loser would get the other’s slave and the humiliation of losing a fight. Upon arrival the chain on my collar was hooked to the other slave. We were both in our early 20’s, white, and also the same size, 6-0 170 Lbs. We were very close in appearance as well, smooth, tanned with longer dark hair. We sneered at each other, not comfortable being chained together at the neck. We both knew sooner or later we would also have to fight to determine who would be dominating, no matter the result of our master’s fight. We stared at each other’s cocks, now swelling even more. We were ordered not to fight or say anything but to just sit on the ground in silence.

The nude muscular men began to slowly circle each other, threatening and stirring up furious tempers, which sent their testosterone levels soaring. It was so tangible you could sniff it in the air. Their arms held like wrestlers at their sides, the men’s massively erect dark purple and heavily veined bulging shafts swayed and bobbed rigidly, now all the time pointing stiffly skywards, the purple 'mushroom-like' heads shining as the thin membrane stretched ever tighter. Both erect penises were around 9 inches long.

Both men anxious to get in the first blow danced around the ring like boxers, their large cocks bouncing. They maneuvered closer, both wary, both intending to strike first. Almost nose-to-nose their stiff shafts smacked against each other as their muscular torsos met. Something akin to an electric shock ran through their bodies and they each locked hands and began thrusting their vertical shafts together, withdrawing, and then pounding again and again. Their cocks swelling and their swollen balls colliding with almost every slam, after shoving each other backwards the men could see they were getting nowhere so instinctively they clasped their hands behind their backs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

About another 10 minutes of this had them both heaving for breath and sweating so hard they were steaming, their bodies glistened, and still their rigid, dark purple cocks bobbed and swung as they battered each other into bruises, the prominent veins in their cocks throbbing as they were crushed and painfully whacked. The bruised cocks beginning to show black spots on the swollen veins as they fought, and their shiny purple cock ends were massively swollen, feeling like they might burst as they swung and thrust them. My master was obviously getting tired, his age beginning to show. I began to feel uneasy. My rival slave whom I was chained to whispered in my ear. See, your master is too old for this fight, he will soon lose. I said nothing, hoping he was wrong.

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

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

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

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

The black master jacked his flagging organ up harder and my master watched with disbelief as it visibly throbbed and glistened because of its covering of fluid. Now with the stiffest possible erections, both of their cocks were standing up at about 70 degrees and they both agreed to break a rule to try to reach a conclusion. Both of them grasped their own rigid penis low down at the root and, leaving at least 7 inches of rigid shaft, pushed them down to the horizontal. This was painful at the root of the penis and inside the scrotum. They lined up their peeling cock ends and as their swollen and dripping sperm holes touched, still gripping them tightly, the men rammed them head on, pushing into each other hard, then let go of their ram rods, leaving them to fight it out to see whose would break.

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

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

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

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

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

It now became a slow motion contest to as each struggled to maul the other's manhood. They slowly moved around the dirty floor, occasionally slipping and sliding as their filthy barefeet tried to stay upright on the blood and cum stained barn floor. The stomping began again and this time the large foot of the black master found it's mark on my master's barefoot, breaking the foot with a audible crack! My man cried out in pain. very quickly his enemy's foot got to the other and crashed down on it as well! "Awwwwggg"... my owner cried out! Both feet were broken and started to swell.

Now up against the corner wall of the barn, grunting and groaning they were locked together, breathing heavy. Each man knew what he had to do to defeat the other; destroy his rival's cock and in turn he would {removed}him, if his own cock would survive this mortal battle. My master seemed to slowly be prevailing, dispute the damage to his feet, as he bent the black fighter down toward the floor in slow motion. But the black master was not about to give up as he desperately fought to stay up. However he was growing weaker and weaker. His cock was now bleeding badly as the white man’s nails had found their target; the large vein had been severed!

They fell to the dirty floor, both still gripping one another's balls and penis, their nails still ravaging both. My master wrenched the black master’s cock hard, nipping his purple cock head and digging his fingernails in deeper. As blood gushed out, The black master screamed in pain and sank his nails deeply into My master’s ball sack, trying to hook his fingertips behind his testicles to pull them off. As the blood ran down my master thigh from the scratches and torn scrotum, he slipped his fingertips to the root of his attacker’s penis with his balls and dug his fingers in, the nails penetrating deeply. The black master bellowed and twisted his enemy’s balls right over, his penis twisting round beneath them. My master roared in pain.

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

The slave I was chained to made an audible gasp as he watched, focused on the two fighters. I noticed his cock was rock hard as was mine. We were both about 7 inches. He suddenly looked at me, noticing I was staring at his manhood. 'My is better than yours", he said in a low voice. "No way" was my reply. He quickly reached over grabbing my cock and jamming his long nails into my shaft. "Auughhh", I cried out! I quickly retaliated. Our shafts were the same size as we stared into each other’s eyes, chained together at the neck. We were inches apart as we squeezed each other’s cocks and dug our nails in. "I’m going to cut your large vein as your man did to mine", he said in a low tone! I could feel his fingers searching my shaft for the vein, I quickly followed suit. We struggled with muffled groans and we knew our masters were too busy fighting for their lives to interfere. He spat in my face as I returned the favor! Soon our free hands was in each other’s hair, pulling and twisting as our collars strained against the chain that bound us only inches apart. Our mouths locked together with our tongues wrestling as we sat facing each other, legs crossed Indian style, our hard cocks exposed as nails continued to dig in. Tongue fighting was a common challenge between two slaves, each seeking to be the top slave. Our tongues darted in and out as we tried to bite down on each other’s tongues. Our free hands grabbed the backs of each other’s head and forced our faces and mouths tighter together as we groaned and struggled to breathe. After a few minutes my tongue became tired and he got it! He bit down hard on my tongue as I moaned loudly, trying to pull it away from his sharp teeth. I could taste my own blood and I tried in vain to get it free. I was finally able to get it loose and pull my face away as blood poured from my mouth and dripped from his. "Let go of my cock and I will not sever your vein", was his offer. I looked down to my horror to see his long nails had found my cock’s large vein and were pressed against it in a tight grip. I was at a disadvantage, his nails were longer and he knew what he was doing. I slowly released his throbbing cock. "Good thing you submitted. Don’t worry we’ll settle this soon", was his reply. But he kept his grip on my hard penis as we turned our attention to our masters.

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

The white master grabbed at his younger enemy’s throat with one hand and grasped his balls with the other. As the black master punched his rival’s ribs with his free hand my master wrenched his penis and balls all over the place. As The Black Master's fingernails tore scratches into my master’s face they both tried to kick, knee and punch each other between the legs.

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

Stunned, my master clawed the black master’s hips and began ramming his head into his stomach. The black fighter and bent over his older foe’s back, wrapping his arms around his waist and tried to lift him. But my master rammed the top of his head into the black master’s groin and flung his arms around his butt. As they fought, they rolled; still locked in bloody combat the black master hit the floor with his shoulders with my master on top of him.

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

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

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

The very weak black master saw his rival’s wounded cock and reached in for the kill. He may have lost the battle but not the war. He attacked his enemy’s badly damage meat, digging his nails into the thick swollen vein on the side. My master struggled with him to release his grip but it was too late. My master cried out in agony as the vein was cut open, and blood began spurting everywhere. My master passed out for a minute and when he awoke, he found the black master on his back, his arm around his neck. The two fighters struggled more. My master was slowly able to sit up but the stronger man was still behind him with his arm around his neck and legs locked around his waist, locked at the ankles of his long dirty feet. My owner couldn’t believe the black master was still able to fight with all the blood he had lost. Both fighters were now nearing shock from blood loss but the older fighter was too tired, the youth and strength of his rival was prevailing.

I was horrified. At one point I was confident my master would win this vicious fight but now it looked bad. I wanted to spring up and defend him but I was chained to the other slave and the penalty for interfering in a fight like this would be death. My own rival held my erect cock tightly; I could feel his nails dig in deeper to my own large vein." Don’t even think about it", he growled. I felt helpless as the man I was submitted to was now losing the fight for me and probably his life.

Now it was my master’s turn to bleed out and his black enemy knew it. My older man struggled in this upright position as precious blood squirted repeated from the open vein in his cock. He was growing light headed as he tried to pry the black master’ feet and legs apart from his torso. My master pounded his legs and barefeet on the floor, splashing muddy blood everywhere. He groaned in agony, once sure of his own victory, now fearful of the pending doom.

Both fighters were growing weaker and weaker from their blood loss. It was only a matter of time before one would pass out and the other would squeeze off the air supply of his fallen rival. Although the black master’ cock was still bleeding, my man’s injury was worse. A larger and larger puddle of blood formed under the wrestlers as they struggled. “Let me go” begged my master as he could feel his life slowly slip away. He stared at me in shock, moaning. The black master did not answer but only groaned as he tried to keep the pressure on his enemy’s neck and torso. Their bodies locked in a mortal conflict, covered in dirt, blood and other fluids. Soon my master’s face turned from bright red to blue. His tongue popped out and his eyes were wide open. He made a series of slow deep groans and I saw fluid pour from his swollen cock’s slit. It was red and yellow. He soon was limp but the black master continued to hold his limp body in the lock, his teeth gritted, squeezing off his rival’s air supply. I heard some cracking sounds as my man began to go into convulsions. The strong muscular legs of his rival held tightly around him.

The black master finally let go of the lifeless body of the man I have served for several years. I was now was the property of another master. I knew I would soon be fighting the young man next to me. One of us would be {removed}and dominated. I only hoped I could take him.

Bathroom cockfight

It had been a long hot day, it was July in Yuma, Arizona and I decided to stop for the night at a hotel. It wasn't a very nice hotel but it was still somewhere I could get some rest. I checked in went to my room and decided to go out to the pool. It was a small pool but none the less it was water. I sat on the edge and stuck my feet in the warm water. I tried to relax from the long drive.

Within several minutes I noticed a man walk through the gate. He was wearing black speedos that revealed a nice package. He stared at me for a moment and then put his towel down and dove in the pool. He slowly swam towards one end and then back again brushing up against my foot, “sorry”, he said. He was built similar to me and also had a nice tan. He seemed to be a little bit older.

After swimming back and forth a few times he stopped by me and holding on to the edge of the pool said hi. “You come here often”, I said jokingly? “I would if you were always here”, he said. I looked down at him in the water and noticed his cock was hard and sticking out over his Speedo.

“You look like you would be a lot of fun, are you a top or a bottom?”
“I am a top”, I reply, “And you?” “I am also top”, he said. ‘Are you a versatile at all”, was his next question. “I can be if I have to be”, I said. “And what can I do to persuade you?”
“I’m into kind of a different fetish” I said. “Tell me more”, was his next response. “Well I'm into a thing called cockfighting”. “Oh I have heard of that and actually did it one time. It’s all about trying to make the other one cum first correct?” “Yes you are absolutely right”. ‘Well I'm game if you are, loser gets fucked? My cock was growing hard and he noticed it inside my swim trunks. “My room or yours”, was his next question, or we can do it right here? “It's pretty quiet out here but I don't think it's a good idea”, I said. “We could do it in that bathroom”, as I looked over toward a paint worn door in the pool area. “I'm fine with that”, was his quiet reply.

He swam back to the pool steps and stepped out. His legs were shapely and muscular. He was tanned and his body was smooth, very similar to mine. His hard cock poked out over his dark Speedos. He turned and gazed at me. I stood up as well and although I wasn't wearing Speedos, my hard cock was clearly evident through my red swim shorts. We both walk to the bathroom door leaving a wet trail of footprints behind us. I open the door and turned on the light, the bathroom was very small and the old fluorescent lights did not work for very well, they just buzzed and only one of them flickered. The bathroom was a mess, it was very dirty and unkempt, the toilet had overflowed and I could feel wet floor as i stepped in the puddles barefooted. We closed the door and locked it behind us. We were barely able to see each other and we both removed their shorts. Completely naked our hard cocks we're about the same size, both of us were circumcised at about 7 inches long.

We just stared at each other for a moment and then quickly embraced, kissing deeply as our hands went for each other's cocks. Our tongues went deep into each other's mouths as we stroked each other's cocks with one hand and grabbed the back of our heads with the other, pulling our faces closer together as our tongues continue to wrestle. Soon both of us begin to moan as our erect cocks beginning to slowly leak. I gripped his shaft and begin to slow down trying to feel if his cock was pulsating, looking for the sweet spot. He instinctively did the same to mine. Our pre-cum created lubrication as we continued to fondle and stroke. After several minutes I felt his other hand grab my ass and then his finger try to penetrate me, at first I resisted but I decided to let him in and I went for his as well.

We continued the stand on the wet dirty floor, stroking and fingering each other as we kissed trying to force the other to releases his load first. Moaning and grunted and cursing at times, I could tell he was getting close but then again so was I. “ I'm going to fuck your eyes out’, he said as he spit in my face, I cursed and quickly returned the favor and now the struggle begin to escalate as we continued the stroke each other faster. I could tell he was very close to cumming but then he decided to try to pull my hand away from his cock. We begin to dance around the small dirty bathroom, I also tried to pull his hand off of my cock and soon it became a wrestling match. Our bare feet kicked it each other trying to trip the other one up as we struggled to dominate. Our feet were slipping on the wet floor and he was able to get me from behind in a headlock while holding onto my cock with his other hand. Pushing me towards the bathroom sink I could see our reflection in the dirty mirror, my hard swollen cock being pumped in his hand as I struggled to get away. “No!”, I said, “we didn't talk about wrestling only cock fighting.” :Too bad for you, bitch!:, he said I want to fuck your ass and I'm going to do it. I could feel his rock-hard dick in my ass crack as we continued to stand in an upright position, struggling for control. I kept trying to get to his cock with my hand while trying to pull his arm away from my neck with my other hand but the no avail he was too strong.

In desperation I put my foot up against the sink and pushed back, causing both of us to tumble backwards. Now on the wet floor we slipped and slide around, trying to get position. We rolled around in the small space, our legs tangling. I got on top of him but he put me in a bear hug. I could feel our hard cocks grinding against each other, pulsating. Our bodies were wet with perspiration as well as whatever was on the floor was now on us! Both of us soon tired and just laid there for a moment gasping for air, our naked filthy bodies heaving. Soon he began to squeeze me, trying his best to weaken me, and he was definitely stronger than I thought. At first I squeezed back but then I realize I was in a losing battle so I tried to pull the way. His legs grapevined mine and I was caught. I tried to push away on his face but to no avail. I was too tired. After one final push, i moaned and collapsed in his arms as he continued to squeeze me. Again we just lay there motionless for a moment or two. I could feel his hard penis throbbing up against mine. Soon we were grinding our rock hard dicks against one another. I struggled to hold back and i could sense he was as well. Within a couple of minutes our moans and groans were getting louder as both of us were on the edge. Again i tried to pull away so i could keep my load but to no avail, within seconds i felt my cock explode but so did his! We yelled out as the warm liquid from our cocks was pumped out on each other. Our hard cocks continued to spasm pressed against each other. we just laid silently catching our breath in the dark on the dirty bathroom floor. All I could hear was hard breathing and a slow dripping sound from a leaking toilet. “Fuck, I can't believe we both cummed at the same time”, he whispered. “That was pretty intense” i replied. I was secretly glad that he shot his load as well because I didn't want to be seeded by him.

After few minutes we slowly rolled on our sides, exhausted, covered in each other’s semen. I slowly got up and went to open the door. but I could not open it it was locked. Somehow or another this old bathroom door got jammed. “Shit this thing is locked”, I said, “i can’t open it”. ‘Let me try” he stood up and tried as well to no avail. “Well we can try banging on it and see if someone can let us out”, i looked around for my swim trunks and found them soaked in piss from a puddle on the floor. “Guess i won’t be putting these back on” “this will be a little hard to explain when they open up and find us naked in the state we are in” ‘We can bang on the door or i can bang on you” my rival said, staring at me. ‘I think you actually cummed first’ i said, “i should fuck you” “No way, bitch, you need to be seeded”. We both stood there in the half-lit bathroom, staring at each other. We were a mess, hair matted, dirt and bodily fluids smudged on our nude bodies. Our cocks were swollen but drooping, still leaking long strings of pre-cum. The silence was broken by my competitor saying, “I need to piss” and with that he stepped closer to me, bumping his smooth chest against mine. I wasn’t sure what he was doing but then i suddenly realized he was trying to empty his bladder on me! I quickly tried to retaliate. We both stood there, toe to toe concentrating on releasing our urine. After about a minute i felt his hot stream of piss on my cock! “Fuck” i tried to urinate but with no luck. ‘That will give you some lubrication to stroke your cock”. First to get hard, fucks the other! I had heard of that contest but never had done it. “You’re on, cunt!”

The room was warm and smelled terrible as we locked eyes and began to stroke ourselves, each hoping we could get it hard enough to penetrate the other. I wanted so badly to fuck him as my anger and hatred towards him increased, especially when he was able to piss on my cock. We stared daggers into each other’s eyes as we slowly massaged our tired swollen cocks. I tried to find the spot on my cock that would bring quick arousal. My dick ached from our previous cockfight. During our struggle he had torn some of the skin on the underside and it was very sore. “You’re going to lose” he quietly said as the sound of our cocks being stroked filled the bathroom. I said nothing but I could feel my cock begin to get hard. I looked down at his and saw it swelling. We both could sense the other’s cock getting hard and as the stoking increased. Now both of us were in panic mode, frantically stroking our battered cocks. The sounds of cocks being pounded filled the echoed in the dimly lit room along with grunts and moans. “My cock is harder” he shouted out. ‘No, mine is, i countered! We both released our own cocks and pointed them at one another. Both were pretty hard, sticking straight out. “Let them fight it out” he cried out as his cock swung around and struck mine!

“Oofff” i moaned as his cock struck mine, i swung back and we traded smacks. After several minutes of swinging our hips, our cocks were bright red and strings of precum connected from both. He quickly grabbed his by the base on went on the attack! I followed suit and used my hand as well. The blows were much harder this time. The pain grew as we both cursed at each other, occasionally kicking and stomping at each other’s feet. The veins in both our weapons were bulging, but our meat still stayed pretty hard. As if on cue we both backed away, examining the damage. My poor cock was red and swollen, leaking. His was in the same condition but i saw blood dripping from his piss slit. It had apparently gotten torn from the striking. “You’re cock is losing” i shouted, “give up now”. “No way, bitch, i’m not getting fucked’, let’s settle this now”. “My cock is bleeding and so will yours!” My older foe made a claw with his outstretched hand. “First one to go soft gets seeded!” “You’re on!”

We rushed at each other grabbing our sore cocks, squeezing and pulling, while simultaneously putting each other in headlocks. Our barefeet could not get traction again on the piss soaked floor, we slid into the corner of the dark, smelly bathroom. He had me pinned against the corner wall. I could feel his nails going into the underside of my cock. I clawed back but my nails were not as long. Frantic, i got to his already torn piss slit and got my thumb nail into it! He cried out and swung me around getting me from behind and pushing me up against an old wall mirror. We struggled some more and our feet tangled, i went down, losing my grip on his cock and headlock. I fought to get free but he overpowered me. I was still caught in a headlock and he had me on my side while straddling me, attacking my exposed cock. We struggled more, both out of breath. There was a pause in the fight as we tried to regain strength. He seemed winded but so was i. I was on laying on the floor facing the foggy old mirror. I could see our bodies and the hold he had me in from the mirror. His hand still locked onto my wounded cock. I reached to grab his bleeding penis, trying to find his large vein and hopefully slice it open. He kept trying to pull it away and i could not get a good hold on it. Finally i got it and he groaned. “You want to fight dirty, let’s see who prevails at this, bitch” he said in a strained voice. The room became eerily silent except for our heavy panting and moans. I could feel his cock’s warm blood running down my hand as his piss slit continued to bleed profusely. My cock seemed to go numb as he gripped it even more tightly. I could see in the dirty mirror my swollen cockhead being slowly choked to death, its piss slit opening wide, as if gasping for air. I heard a tearing sound and then a muffled crunching, as blood poured from my piss slit. “Ohhhh….” I moaned in agony as he continued to dig his sharp nails in. I tried to pull his hand off my cock with no success. Finally after a couple of minutes he released my damaged cock as it wilted, bleeding from the underside and slit. I laid on the floor in shock.

After what seemed like an eternity, he slowly pushed me on my back and spread my legs up over his shoulder. His wounded cock had gone soft so he slowly stroked it as he cursed. I had done more damage than i had thought as it continued to bleed and dripped down on me. Try as he may he could not get hard enough to get inside of me. He straddled my chest and commanded me to suck him. I refused but he attacked my cock again and i quickly gave in. I took his turgid cock in my mouth and sucked. I could taste his blood and i reluctantly worked his manhood. Eventually it came to life as i could feel it getting harder in my mouth. After a while he pulled away and spread my legs again, spitting on his now hard cock, he slowly penetrated me. It hurt like hell for me but i think him as well. However his wounded cock was able to stay hard as he slowly thrust in and out. My beaten cock continued to leak blood but also clear fluid appeared, running on my stomach and up to my chest. After several minutes i could tell he was getting close. Our lips locked and tongues went into each other’s mouth as he made a loud groan and pumped his load into me. He collapsed on top of me.
We awoke to the bathroom door being opened and bright sunlight filling the bathroom. A Mexican lady screamed and ran away as we quickly got up. Naked we both ran our separate ways. I ran up the steps to my room and let myself in falling on the bed. I slowly got up and went into the clean bathroom looking at myself and wounded cock in the mirror. My cock ached from the deep puncture marks of the vicious attack. I gently showered as my cock continued to bleed. Explaining this to my doctor would be difficult.

slave fight

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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