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Cockfight to the Death

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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