Round 006b: Big Brother - Justin vs Scott & Michael - Part 2

I knew I couldn’t do nothing until I could breathe properly again, but it really fucking hurt to be pinned down by a dweeb like Scott and not be able to fight back.

Scott was lying on top of me, his underweight fuckin’ body rubbing against my tight, muscled bod and his matchstick fuckin’ arms holding me there like I was nothing. The more I struggled, the hotter Scott fuckin’ got, like he was desperate to fuckin’ own me. He’d already given me a love bite and no one fuckin’ marks me!

My face was all screwed up, trying to keep the fag’s mouth away from mine but he was being tough, making the most of having me in his fuckin’ power. My throat and neck were fuckin’ killing me, throbbing like our cocks after his brother Michael had slammed my neck down into his knee, winding me.

Scott was muttering my name softly, like “Oh, Justin! Justin!” and shit like that, breathing his fucking faggot breath over me between kisses.

I knew I had to do something to get free and teach these faggots a lesson, but my mind was racing and the room was still all blurry and spinning. I forced myself to concentrate so I could think clear and work out what to do. And then I got smart.

I stopped struggling and just lay there, letting Scott do his thing. The less I struggled, the quicker I could get my own back. So I lay there pretending like I’d given in or something and let the room start getting back into focus.

I’m pretty tough usually and it didn’t take long before I was starting to breathe properly again. I could see better too and most of the stuff I saw was red from my blood boiling.

Scott was working his way down my body, kissing my stomach like he was in love with it. He had let go of my hands now, ‘cause he didn’t think I was gonna do anything and when I looked over my head, I could see his brother Michael sitting on the other side of the room, watching like a fuckin’ pervert.'I waited a bit longer, till Scott was putting his mouth near my cock, and then I jumped into action. I swung my legs around him and flipped him over, laying a fist into his face so hard that he would’ve been seeing stars real quick.

I saw Michael jump off his chair and rush over, so I grabbed the lamp near the bed and swung it at him, hitting him across the head. He staggered back across the room, bringing his arms up to protect his face, so I jumped off the bed and charged at him, slamming him back against the wall.

I laid into his gut, slugging him hard with my left and right fists. Bam! Bam! Bam! Five times I clobbered the fucker’s gut and he doubled right over, dropping faster than a prostitute’s underpants. I brought my knee up into his face sending him smashing back into the wall again.

I didn’t see Scott get up off the bed, but when he saw the bashing I was giving his brother, he jumped onto my back, trying to pull me off. I turned around and rammed him into the wall too, making him let me go, then spun around and put a fist into his gut too. He went down in one punch, fuckin’ pussy.

They were both on their knees now, where they should be, but Michael was starting to get up, so I grabbed his hair in one hand and Scott’s hair in the other and bashed their heads together, making them sprawl out on the floor near my feet. I kicked them both a couple of times, then went over to the telephone and ripped it out of the wall.

I went back to them and kicked Scott real hard again, then plonked myself down on top of Michael, and tied his hand up behind his back with the ‘phone cord. Fuckin’ sucker!

Then I turned around to Scott and pulled him up to his feet, holding him around the throat against the wall.

“You have fun tonight, cunt?” I asked, real nasty.

He started bawling, shit scared about what I was gonna do.

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered.

“I’m sorry.” I copied him, screwing up my face like he was. “Well ‘sorry’ ain’t good enough.” And I punched him in the gut again.

I waited for his eyes to focus after some of the pain went away, then smiled real friendly at him.

“The question is, what am I gonna do with you and your big bro, huh?”

“Don’t hurt us,” he cried and this time I laughed.

“You hear that?” I asked Michael, looking down at him, but he was ignoring me ‘cause of all the pain I’d given him.

“Answer me when I talk to you, you fuck!” And I kicked Michael in the chest. He cried out and man, did that sound good! And it felt good too, seeing him lying there curled up in a ball, trying to protect his chest where I fuckin’ booted him. Fuckin’ power man! What a rush!

“You’re not laughing now, are you faggot?“ I said. He shook his head for an answer so I wouldn’t kick him again and I let him get away with not talking ‘cause I knew that he couldn’t right now.

I shoved Scott away, making him trip over Michael when he staggered away, then dropped to my knees, pushing one of them into Michael’s throat.

“What’s that?” I asked him, pretending like he had said something to me. “A crushed windpipe? Is that what it feels like? How ‘bout that!” My voice was still a bit rough from the damage he’d done to me so I dug my knee in harder and watched his face go all red and blotchy.

“Please don’t kill him!” Scott was really crying hard now and was cowering in the corner with his knees pushed up against his chest. What a fuckin’ pussy!

"You think I’m a fuckin’ killer, do you?” I said, getting up and stomping over to him. “Is that what you think of me? A fuckin’ murderer? Like your fucking’ brother there trying to break my fuckin’ neck before?” My voice was getting louder, I was so pissed off with them, so I took a deep breath and calmed down.

“Get up, you fuckin’ faggot!”

Scott go to his feet, real slow, pressing back against the wall like he was hoping it would swallow him.

“You owe me big time. Real big time, fuckin’ settin’ me up like that. And you know what? I always like my debts paid, with real high interest rates, know what I mean?”

Scott nodded, still trying to hide in the wall. It was making me mad again, seeing him being such a fuckin’ pussy, so I grabbed him and threw him across the room. He landed on the bed, bouncing up and down on the mattress, so I walked over to him and climbed on him, sitting on his stomach.

The fuck raised his hands to shield his face, so I pushed them away really fiercely.

“Look at me!” I growled, “Fuckin’ hiding your face like you was some kind of fuckin’ spastic!”

His lips were quivering ‘cause he was pouting, trying not to cry again.

“Number 1,” I said, clenching and unclenching my fist, “Eavesdropping on my fuckin’ mates and me at school.” I back-handed him across the face.

“Number 2. Dobbing me in to your fucking pussy brother over there.” This time I punched him, making his nose bleed more. The tears were fuckin’ pouring down his face now, but he was still trying not to cry anymore.

“Number 3. Setting me up. No fucker sets me up, you cunt!” I raised my fist and he screwed up his face really tight, waiting for my fist to hit him.

I was holding my fist above his face, deciding how hard to clobber him, but then I changed my mind.

“Now that showed a lot of balls – something I didn’t think you had,” I said. “So I’m gonna let you get away with it this time, ‘cause you’ve impressed me, and that ain’t an easy thing to do.”

Scott looked up at me, so fuckin’ stunned that even the tears stopped.

“If you ever do it again though,” I said, “I’ll put you and your brother in a wheelchair for life, got it?”

He nodded real quickly and I could see the relief on his face.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Oh, don’t thank me yet you little shit. I haven’t finished. Number 4….” His face changed to scared again and I heard him whimper.

“We’ve got a long way to go yet. Number 4. Doing what your brother told you instead of me. I’m The One around here, got that? You do as I say, not anyone else. I don’t give a shit about your brother. Got it?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

“I can’t hear you,” I yelled.

“Yes!” he said louder.

“Good. Remember it.” And I slammed my fist into his face, knocking the cunt out. Bastard. Fuckin’ passing out before I’d finished with him! I slapped him a few times waking him up.

“Don’t ever fuckin’ pass out on me again! You hear me, dweeb?”

His face was starting to puff out like a fuckin’ balloon and it reminded me of Michael’s chest, puffing out above me when he was sitting on me before. I turned around to see was the sucker was up to, but he was still lying there, rocking on his side.

I decided to let Scott recover a bit and work Michael over instead, so I got up and sauntered real casually to the fallen cunt and yanked him up to his feet by his hair.

“What’s the matter, tough guy?” I said, shoving my face into his. “Getting bored all by yourself?” I spun around 360 degrees, dragging him around with me by the hair and slamming him face first into the wall. He bounced off it like he was made of fucking rubber. I shoved him over to the bed and threw him down, making him land on top of Scott. His hands were still tied behind his back with the telephone cord, and his face was all covered in the blood coming out his nose.

I sat on top of him, Scott trapped under the both of us, and flopped out my dick. I was on a high now ‘cause I’d won the challenge and I now I was ready to be sucked off.

I shoved my cock in Michael’s face, making sure that my knee didn’t block Scott’s view. I wanted him to see his brother humiliated, ‘cause I knew it would teach him good and proper. I grabbed Michael by the ears and lifted up his head.
 
“You fuckin’ take my cock and you suck it hard, you faggot,” I said. “And if you try one more thing, I’ll fuckin’ gouge your eyes out, got it?” I pressed my thumbs into his eyes like a warning, then let him see again so he could take my dick.

I twisted his ears to make him open his mouth gasping, and shoved my prick into it.

“Let’s see if you’re as good as your little brother, hey?” I started thrusting hard, making him choke on it, but I didn’t let up, yanking his head up and down, and thrusting my cock in and out too so that the head job was hard and fast.

“Oh, yeah, you motherfucker,” I said, “That’s right. You take it. There’s a good faggot. Take it all.”

I heard Scott mutter something like “Let him go”, but I wasn’t sure what he said. It didn’t matter though. I let go of Michael’s ear with one hand and backhanded the dweeb, telling him to shut up.

Michael’s skin was changing from red to fuckin’ blue because his face was so swollen he couldn’t breathe through his nose and my thick cock was stuffing down his throat. I didn’t stop thought – let he cunt suffer!

When I was ready to cum, I pulled my cock out and turned around, wanking myself the last bit so that I spurted out all over Scott’s face. He was fuckin’ showered with it, man, like a fuckin’ blizzard was falling on his face! All that challenge to top them both had built up a mega fuckin’ load inside of me and now it was all sitting oozing on Scott’s face.

He went to wipe the cum off him, but I slapped his hand away.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” I yelled at him as the last drops dribbled onto his neck.

“That was good,” I said, looking down at them both. Scott was reaching up to wipe my cum out of his eyes.

“I said, don’t you fuckin’ touch it!”

I got off Michael and grabbed him by the scalp, pulling him up and over so he was face down on top of Scott.

“Lick it off him,” I said. Michael shook his head.

“You made the fuckin’ mess, now fuckin’ clean it up! Lick it!” I pounded a fist into the base of Michael’s neck and his face went down, head-butting Scott.

“Every drop!”

I moved to the side of them to watch. Scott screwed up his face as his brother started licking my spoof off. Michael's tongue was huge, like his fuckin’ brothers and it covered Scott’s face real nicely. I was in fuckin’ Heaven, man! Only a faggot would do that to his kid brother, no matter what I told him.

When he was done, I patted Michael on the head like a dog.

“Good boy,” I said. “Now both of you sit up.”

They sat up, backing to the head of the bed like naughty fuckin’ school boys caught by the headmaster and waiting to be punished.

“Here’s how it’s gonna be. You, you double-crossing little cunt,” I said, pointing at Scott, “are gonna be my fuckin’ slave from now on. You’re gonna carry my bag at school, wipe my fuckin’ arse when I tell you, and do exactly what I say, got it?” I waited for him to nod.

“Good. I want the whole school to see just how fuckin’ sorry you are for what you tried tonight. From now on, every day you’re mine. Not once in a fuckin’ while after school in the park. Every fuckin’ minute of every fuckin’ day. If I ring you at night, you’re at my fuckin’ feet in 10 minutes, got it? It took me 20 minutes to walk here, so you can make it in 10. Right?”

He nodded again and I couldn’t help smiling.

“That oughta make you happy, you fuckin’ queer. Fuckin’ fantacising over me! All you fuckin’ faggots are the same. Treat you like shit and you come back for more. Well, you’ve got your fuckin’ fantasy now, Scottie-boy, only you belong to me, not the other way around.”

I looked at Michael, starring at him hard to freak him out. I couldn’t believe he was nearly fucking 30 years old, man. Sitting there like that, all bloodied and scared, made him look as pathetic as his fuckin’ kid brother.

“Alright. Now you.” I said. “You didn’t know any better - only what your fuckwit brother told you, so I’m gonna let you off light. Can’t say I'm not fuckin' fair. From now on, you’re gonna do all the fuckin’ homework I give slave-boy here to take home for me. If I don’t pass this fuckin’ year and next, then you’re dead. You’re gonna let him come to me whenever I fuckin’ call, don’t matter what time or when, and if I ever want something else from you, you’re gonna fuckin’ give it over when I say. Got it?”

“And what makes you think I’ll do that?” he said, still trying to act tough.

“’Cause I’m the one with the bruised throat and hickie on my fuckin’ neck. I’m the one with the ripped clothes and the cum on my cock. And ‘cause everyone knows that I’m not a faggot and that I was coming here tonight. So who do you think the fuckin’ cops will believe?”

“That’s blackmail,” he said, but I could see it in their eyes that they were shit scared I was right.

“That’s right,” I said smiling. “It’s blackmail, and you’re gonna fuckin’ pay the ransom till the day you die, or spend the rest of your fuckin’ life in prison. Got it? I’m gonna go home now and make sure my old man sees the damage you’ve done, and tomorrow at school, I’m gonna tell them all that you attacked me when I came over to get Scott to help me with my homework. So if you think you can wait a few weeks and try anything, you can forget it, ‘cause I’m gonna have plenty of witnesses.”

“You’re fucking mad!” he said to me. I didn’t want to hit him again, but when he said that, he deserved it, so I punched him in the mouth, splitting his fat lip open.

“Didn’t hear you,” I said. “What did you say?”

The pussy looked away and said nothing. I smiled at them real evil-like and grabbed what was left of my tank top and headed to the door.

“I’m going out the front now,” I said, looking back at them. “You better hope the neighbours aren’t looking out there window, huh? You wouldn’t want me to get any more witnesses, now, would you?”

I walked out the door and fuckin’ grinned and laughed the whole way home despite my sore neck. It was a huge fuckin’ victory that night, and a challenge I thought I was gonna loose for a while. There’s a first time for every thing, but I never loose in the end. I always win eventually and it’s the cool fuckin’ challenges like that one that really make it worthwhile.

Total domination and total control is how I like it, and that’s exactly what I got. Like my other bitch, our cocksucking football coach, Agliadis, Michael was way older than me, but I still managed to fuckin’ take him down and make him respect me.

That’s what its all about, see? Respect. They all fuckin’ want my bod, but sometimes you gotta make them respect you too, ‘cause they forget that I’m not just a piece of fuckin’ meat or some wimpy fuckin’ school kid push over. I’m a tough fuckin’ dude with heaps of people who want to be just like me. And I’m un-fuckin’-stoppable, just how I like it.

Story taken from my series "Bio of a Bully"

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Round 006a: Big Brother - Justin vs Scott & Michael - Part 1

I told you about how I broke into that chick Chrissie’s house one night and taught her a thing or two about fucking with me. See, she really wanted me bad, but didn’t want her friends to know it, right? So she was bad mouthing me and stuff with sarcasm. I went over there and let her have what she wanted, and I told her that if I heard her bad mouthing me again, it wouldn’t be my dick in her face next time.

That was such a fuckin’ cool thing to do and I still haven’t seen the slut since. Once she got a taste of me, she was like every other fuckin’ whore. She wanted more but knew I wouldn’t give it to her, so she disappeared to another school so she wouldn’t have to put up with seeing me and knowing that I won’t put out for her again. Chicks are so fuckin’ fickle, man. And you wonder why I don’t have a fuckin’ girlfriend?

Now, if you think I’m talking about ‘home invasion’ or some shit like that when I said I broke into her bedroom, then you’re fuckin’ wrong, okay? It’s not. A ‘home invasion’ is when a bunch of punks breaks in and beat the shit out of the people that live there, then nick off with their TV and stereo and stuff. I don’t do that shit. I’m not a fuckin’ thief, alright?

What I do see, is get into their bedroom and give ‘em what they want – kinda like a modern day Santa Clause, you know? Everybody fuckin’ wants me, but I can only give it to a few, right? It isn’t always easy being this fuckin’ hot.

Anyway, so like I was saying, I climb in through their bedroom window when everyone’s asleep and let them taste me. I let them suck me off, or I shove my cock up their arse, and then I go home. Simple, easy, and we both get what we want.

I love getting a good blowjob and some of the fuckin’ faggots out there really know how to give one. I usually gotta beat it out of them first though, ‘cause they seem to like playing that fuckin’ game - fuckin’ weirdos, pretending they don’t want it when they do. I know they want it real bad. I see them watching me in the schoolyard or when I’m out walking down the street and stuff, and I can see in their eyes that they’re just thinking about my fuckin’ hot bod and my huge, throbbin’ dick, and they want me to shove it in them. Really want it, man. So I give it to them.

Chicks are all funny about that kinda stuff. Most of them act real weird when I tell them that I wanna shove my cock down their gob. They cock-tease like fuckin’ mad, and then don’t put out, most of them. So when I’m horny, I gotta use the fags. They give it good and they don’t want a fuckin’ relationship out of it, ya know?

I fuckin’ hate faggots, I really do, but sometimes ya just gotta get it off, and they’re the best cunts for it. I use them ‘cause they want to be used. Nothing wrong with that.

The pricks never thank me for it. Never. But that’s like the faggot’s way, see? They just suck cock then go home and play with themselves. They haven’t got the brains to hold a fuckin’ conversation unless it’s beggin’ for more in their fuckin’ “please don’t” kinda way. Like a fuckin’ woman, I swear! They know they want it. Why can’t they just fuckin’ say so instead of pretending like they don’t and making me have to force it in so they can feel like a fuckin’ victim? What a load of shit!

Anyway, there was the one time when I got the biggest fuckin’ bonus ever, man. It was like, totally unexpected and so fuckin’ cool in the end, though it freaked me out at first.

Y’all know that I love a good challenge. The harder the queers fight back, the harder I get, see? The game pisses me off, ‘cause I just wanna do it, ya know, but it gets me fuckin’ burning too, dominating them like that. I reckon some of them know that I get off on pushing them around, so they deliberately try to push me away so I can get even hotter before they do it to me. It’s like, they want me so fuckin’ bad that they’ll do anything to get me hornier first so I’ll come back for more, ya know?

Anyway, Scott, that twelfth grade dweeb I was telling you about last time? You know, the 18 year old that still looks like a kid? Spends all his time in the library instead of being a man. Well he’s got a brother, see. An older brother who he lives with ‘cause his folks fuckin’ keeled over or something. And Scott’s brother Michael is like, a fuckin’ fag too! He’s like about 29 or something and heaps of my friends have seen him on weekends coming out of fuckin’ queer joints and holdin’ hands with other blokes.

Now, I didn’t know then that Scott has this brother, see? When I’d paid the fag a little visit sometimes at night, the joint was like dead quiet, you know? Not a fuckin’ sound, ‘cause his brother must’ve been sleeping or out fucking his queer mates or something. So I just thought Scott lived with his fuckin’ folks like normal.

One day, my friends were whinging like fuckin’ sissies wantin’ to do something with me that night, like go to a movie or something. I’d been fuckin’ playing with myself all day in the toilets ‘cause I was real horny and was planning to pay Scott a visit that night. Well, my mates kept carrying on ‘cause they like to be seen out with me, right? So I had to tell them I was busy. Then the cunts wanted to know what I was doing, so finally I told them I was planning to pay Scott a visit and stir him up a bit. They thought that was hot shit man, but I wouldn’t let them come with me even though they fuckin’ begged. I told them that if I saw them near Scott’ fuckin’ house, I was gonna kick their arses into tomorrow, ‘cause I know how much they wanna be like me and would probably hang around so they could listen outside otherwise.

About 11 o’clock that night, I was checkin’ myself out in the mirror, getting ready to head off to the fag’s place, flexing my muscles and getting myself all pumped up. I could see why all the fags and the chicks thought I was so cool looking and all. I fuckin’ turn myself on when I see my reflection, especially when I’m all wet still from a shower and stuff. I’ve got the perfect fuckin’ body and the perfect fuckin’ face to go with it.

So after checkin’ myself out for half an hour, I stuck on some jeans and a tank top, so my muscles would be showing and all, making me look ever sexier then when I’m wearing like a shirt or something. Then I jumped out my bedroom window and headed off to Scott’s house. My old man was fast asleep, in his usual drunken fucking stupor, so I knew he wouldn’t come in and find me gone.

I got to Scott’s house pretty quick ‘cause it’s only like a 20-minute walk or something, you know? Can’t be too far ‘cause you gotta live in the area to go to the school with all this new zoning shit that the government is fuckin’ sprouting.

Anyway, I got there and checked the place out and it was all dark and quiet like usual. I walked around the place real quiet to make sure no fucker was up in the back rooms and stuff, and then went around to the side where Scott’s bedroom was.

The shit had his bedroom window open like usual, so I pulled the fly screen out, real steady so I didn’t wake him or make the neighbours hear me or nothing. Then I climbed in like a fuckin’ panther stalking his dinner, you know? Only it was Scott that was gonna be eating tonight, not me!

The faggot was lying on his bed fast asleep, wearing just his underpants. All the covers were pulled back like he was expecting me, ya know? Like, a total “come and fuckin’ get me” invitation. So I pulled down my fly nice and crept over to his bed, sticking my hand in my pants and playing with my crotch.

He was a fuckin’ weed, Scott was – really skinny like if he turned sideways he’d be invisible, you know? Anyway, he’s laying there on his back with his hand up by his head like he want’s me to pin him down, right? So I climb on top of him so I’m kneeling just over his stomach. Then I tap his cheek real softly and whisper to him.

“Hey faggot. It’s supper time!”

Scott’s eyes fly open and he looks at me real scared and he’s wide awake in like a fuckin’ second, man! I stuff my hand over his mouth and shove him back down on the pillow before he can yell out and his eyes look like their gonna bulge out of their fuckin’ sockets!

“I got something here for you, dweeb,” I say. “It’s pointing your way, so I know it’s you it wants.”
He shakes his head, mumbling some shit and tries to pull my hand away from his mouth, so I squeeze his cheeks nice and tight.

“Ah-ah! You don’t want to make me angry now, do you?”

He stops struggling, just looking up at me and I see his eyes flicker over my shoulder like he’s trying to find some way of escaping.

“You know the routine, faggot. Just do like you’re told and I won’t have to hurt you. Alright?”
His eyes flickered past me again and then all these warning bells like, start ringing in my head, but before I turn around, I hear this noise behind me. And suddenly, some cunt grabs me from behind, pulling me off Scott and hauling me into a full nelson near the end of the bed.

“What the fuck!” I start struggling, but the cunt has me pinned tight with my hands pulled right back, way up above my head like I’m on a stretching rack.

“Gotcha!” he says, and it ain’t no kids voice, so I know I’m in deep shit.

“Let go of me, you fucker!” I growl, but he pulls my arms back even tighter, making my feet nearly leave the ground. I’m standing there on tiptoe trying to break free, and then I realise I can feel the skin on his chest rubbing against my back. I fuckin’ freeze, man, ‘cause I’m surprised, and I’m thinking, “Is this cunt naked or something?”

I see Scott get up off the bed, and he’s standing in front of me in his undies, like he wants me to check him out or something, and then the cunt that’s got hold of me starts talking in this real deep voice.

“Is this him?” he says.

Scott nods, looking real worried, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Justin, isn’t it? And this is the guy you like, huh? After everything you told me, including breaking in here tonight, you still feel the same way?”

Say what????? Scott was nodding again, looking real embarrassed, and I was like, freaking out man! The faggot had a crush on me? This was too fuckin’ weird!

I tried breaking free from the cunt again, but he held me tight, my arms stretched up so fuckin’ far that I couldn’t move them.

“Stay still punk,” he said to me. “Do you know who I am?”

“I don’t give a fuck who you are!” I said. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you if you don’t let go!”

He laughed, really gentle, like he was trying to be menacing or something.

“I’m Scott’s brother,” he said. “His big brother. The name is Michael and it’s not something you’re going to forget for a very long time. You see, Scott has told me all about you and what you’ve been doing to him. He even told me that he heard you say you were coming here tonight.”

“You little fuck!” I said to Scott. “Just you wait till I get my fuckin’ hands on you!”

“Ah-ah,” he said, lifting me off the ground again. “No more threats. Tonight you get what you’ve been giving.”

I felt his head move, like he was looking up at Scott now instead of whispering in my ear.
“Go on,” he said to Scott. “Take him. Do what you want with him. I’ve got him.”

“Touch me and I’ll kick your fuckin’ head in,” I said to Scott.

“No you won’t,” Michael said back at me, talking real sweet like he was trying to pick me up or something. “If you so much as go near Scott again after tonight, I’ll be coming after you.”
I started struggling again but couldn’t break free from the cunt’s hold.

“Come on,” Michael said to Scott again. “We haven’t got all night. Do what you want with him.”
Scott hesitated then took a step forward, so I lashed out with my feet, trying to kick the faggot in the head. He jumped back out of reach before I could connect and Michael swung me around, pulling me away from Scott.

“Naughty boy!” he teased, the fuckin’ shithead. Then suddenly the cunt pressed down on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees. Before I knew it, he let himself fall backward, pulling me on top of him, still holding me in the full nelson, and wrapped his fuckin’ legs around mine, spreading them out like a fuckin’ torture rack.

I yelled out ‘cause I didn’t expect him to do that, and he was stretching me out so fucking hard now that it hurt. I gritted my teeth, but I was locked tight and couldn’t even struggle now.

“There,” Michael said. “ He can’t touch you now.”

Scott came over to us, standing by my feet, looking real unsure.

“What’ll I do?” he asked. He looked like a lost fuckin’ puppy, one finger in his mouth like a fuckin’ baby.

“Why don’t you start by taking off his top?” Michael said. “You can pull down his pants, and then you can do whatever you want. Give him some of what he gave you.”

“I don’t want to hurt him,” Scott pouted.

“That’s up to you,” his brother said. “Personally, I’d make sure he couldn’t walk for a week.”

"You fuckin’ would, you faggot!” I yelled at him but he started laughing again, making me bounce up and down on top of him.

“Look who’s calling the kettle black!” he says, whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean. Did he think I was a nigger in the dark like this?

Then suddenly Scott leaned over me and grabbed my tank top, yanking at it till it ripped, and he kept on ripping it till it was torn in half and my chest was all sticking out. I saw the shit lick his lips ‘cause he could see my muscles rippling now, all down my chest and my stomach.

“That was a new top you little cunt!” I was so pissed off and even more fuckin’ pissed that I couldn’t do nothing to stop him. He sat down on my crotch and started rubbing his hands over my chest, but when he sat down, I felt Michael’s crotch pressing up against mine, and the cunt was hard. The shit was turned on with me on top of him like that! I couldn’t fuckin’ believe it man – I was sandwiched between two fuckin’ hard cocks!

Scott slid down onto my legs and unbuttoned my jeans, then started playing with my dick. I was hard as, in spite of myself and the arsehole started teasing my cock with his hands, and then his mouth, flicking at it with his tongue and all sorts of stuff that only a faggot could think of.

I groaned and felt like I was gonna fuckin’ burst any minute, but I was also hanging to teach these fucking faggots a lesson. Scott played with my dick for ages and then ran his tongue up my chest. When he got to my mouth, I tried turning my head away, but I couldn’t fuckin’ move it ‘cause my arms were pressed up against my ears, fuckin’ locking my head forward. He grabbed me under the chin and squeezed tight, forcing my mouth open, and then he kissed it, sticking his tongue in and all. I could taste my own cock in his mouth from when he was sucking it! I wanted to fuckin’ chuck!

I tried yelling out, but I couldn’t move my mouth now and his huge fuckin’ lips were muffling any sound I tried to make. He kept kissing me and kissing me and I could feel his cock sucking tongue twisting around mine and duelling with it like they were swords in a fucking Japanese flick!

He was lying on top of me and I could feel his scrawny little body rubbing itself up and down over me, raking his bones over my washboard stomach and pecs.

When he finally sat up again, he was on my stomach. He looked down at me like he was a giant, so I spat at him, pushing all of his saliva out of my fuckin’ mouth. I don’t kiss no one and wasn’t gonna have that shit in my mouth!

The prick slapped me across the face and said, “You like that?”, and then he flopped his own cock out and shoved it in my face, sliding his arse up to my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut so I didn’t have to look at it poking me in the mouth, and then I felt his hands squeeze my jaw again, forcing my mouth open.

Fucking Michael was hard as now and was poking me from behind at the other end. I couldn’t tell if he was naked or not ‘cause my jeans were still on, thank fuckin’ Christ!

Scott shoved his cock in my mouth and pushed my lips closed around it. He started thrusting forwards and backwards and I started choking on it, my face going all red and stuff, so he pulled it out and I gagged a few times, trying to catch my breath.

“What’s a matter?” Michael said underneath me, “Can’t take it like a man?”

“Maybe he doesn’t like giving head,” Scott said. “Maybe he likes the pain he inflicts instead.”

And he grabbed my nipples and squeeze them real tight.

I screamed out in fucking agony, man, and my whole body started to convulse. But it was a good thing, because suddenly I felt one of my hands break free. I swung up, punching Scott in the mouth and sending him flying off me, then twisted around, breaking my other arm free and rolling away from Michael.

Before I could get up though, the fucker jumped on top of me, putting an elbow right in my gut. I doubled over in agony and the cunt sat on me, pinning my arms beneath his knees. His crotch was right in my fuckin’ face and I could smell his hard cock poking against his white jocks near my mouth. If his jocks weren’t on, I swear to fuckin’ God he would’ve poked me in the eye with it.

I could see the fucker too now when I looked up. He was wearing nothing but his jocks, and his chest was all sweaty from holding me against him for so long. He looked a lot like Scott, only older and more solid. He had little pissant bits of fluff sticking out around his huge fuckin’ nipples, but the rest of his bod was smooth like Scott’s, so hair looked really out of place.

“You alright, Scott?” he asked, looking over above my head. I craned my neck back and saw Scott kneeling on the ground rubbing his cheek. He nodded that he was okay.

 “Now you’ve really made me mad, my friend,” Michael said to me.

“I’m not your fuckin’ friend, you queer arsed little cunt!”

He laughed at me again and I could tell he was really having a fuckin’ good time.

“Good English,” he said and started slapping my cheeks with both hands. I tried kicking up my legs at him, but they couldn’t reach that far back. His knees were pressing into my biceps and I couldn’t reach any further up than his sides, so I grabbed a handful of skin on both the fuckers hips and squeezed the shit out of them.

The cunt yelled and I yanked my hands free and pushed him off. But I was still really sore and he got up before I did and grabbed me by the hair, hauling me up to my feet. I grabbed his arm to make him let go again, but he dropped on one knee, bringing me down with him and slamming my throat into his fuckin’ kneecap.

I rolled away gagging. My windpipe was fuckin’ crushed, man and I couldn’t see a fuckin’ thing, the room was spinning so fast! I felt the cunt pick me up again and throw me on the bed.

“All your’s Scott,” I heard him say, and then I felt Scott climb on top of me, pressing his bod into mine again and holding me there with my arms forced back over the edge of the bed.

I lay there gasping, I was having so many problems just trying to breathe. My throat fuckin’ hurt man! I was so fuckin’ lucky my goddamn neck didn’t break.

I tried pushing my arms up, but I was too weak and Scott held me there real easily. With my arms pushed right back over my head and down, my back was arched, sticking my chest out against his bony bod like I was desperate for him.

He started kissing me again, and I turned my face away from him so he couldn’t stick his tongue in, so he buried his mouth in my neck and started sucking.

I moaned, squirming under him to get free, but it only made the fucker more hungry for me. He was getting more excited and started sucking on my neck harder, giving me a fuckin’ love bite.
The cunt had marked me. The fuckin’ bruise on my neck would there tomorrow and I’d have to make up some shit about rooting some chick I met in the park or something.

I was freaked, man. The room was still fuckin’ spinning and I still couldn’t breathe right, but worse than that, Scott was a fuckin’ dweeb. I was the tough guy, the one everyone wanted to fuckin’ be like. But his scrawny body was on top of me, rubbing against mine, and his pissant little arms were holding me there like he was fuckin’ Hercules. I was suddenly this cunt’s fuckin’ sex slave and I couldn’t break free.

To be continued…..

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Challenge 006: Justin vs Scott & Michael

The neighbourhood bully finds himself facing the big brother of his favourite victim. Revenge is nigh, but whose?

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Round 004: Cousins – Jake vs Shannon

Shannon had no doubt that his cousin would win, though they were the same build and pretty evenly matched in muscle. In the past when they’d arm wrestled, either could come up trumps but this time it was different. This time is was a full blown brawl, out on the back lawn while Jake’s parents were out of town.

They were close cousins, though if Shannon had his way, they’d be even closer. But despite all the things they did together, Shannon’s passion lay in rock climbing while Jake has begun flirting with the armed forces. He had a tougher mentality than Shannon, and his penchant for rough play gave him an added advantage. Not that it would stop Shannon from giving him a run for his money. And if luck were on Shannon’s side tonight…

The wrestle had been Jake’s idea. He equally loved and hated how everyone jokingly called them twins but for some reason, lately, it had begun bothering Jake more. So with his parents out of town, Jake had suggested a grapple on the lawn out back. Shannon agreed, for the fun of it, but knew that for Jake, it was pride at stake.

The match was at night, under the flood lights that partially lit the yard. A night time showdown was Jake’s idea too, so they wouldn’t be interrupted by unexpected visitors or nosey neighbours peaking over the fence.

As they stripped their shirts, Shannon tingled with excitement. They’d be shirtless together many times. They’d even rough-and-tumbled a little in the past, but they’d never seriously faced off with each other. And in a strange way, Shannon found himself not caring whether he won or lost. He just wanted the match, and the feeling of Jake’s body against his.

They stepped barefooted onto the lawn, wearing only their jeans. The lawn was soft and lush, well-maintained by a hired gardener who sadly, wasn’t there to join in the fun. As they stepped onto the grass, it was like a magical signal: the automated sprinklers burst to life and began spraying their jet-streams of water in a circular motion like the Olympic rings.

Shannon hesitated, laughing with surprise but Jake glared at him seriously.

“You’re not chicken of a bit of water, are you?” Jake snapped, stepping further onto the grass and into a fine cool mist of water.

“No,” Shannon grinned and followed his cousin into the false rain. Behind Jake, one of the sprinklers circled in their direction and the jet of water slashed at Jake’s back. Jake arched and grinned, raising his arms like a messiah until the stream moved on in its perpetual circle.

“Game on!” Jake roared, clenching his fists to flex every muscle in his torso before crouching into an attack pose.

“Game on!” Shannon mimicked and lunged at his cousin.

Jake moved in simultaneously. As their hands locked on each other’s shoulders, Jake twisted away, using Shannon’s momentum to unbalance his cousin and slip in behind him. He hauled Shannon into a full nelson, interlocking his fingers behind Shannon’s neck.

Shannon squirmed, catching his breath as Jake hauled back, lifting him off his feet momentarily. With his arms pulled back tight, there was little Shannon could do. He powered his arms downward, but couldn’t break the steel grip he was in.

Jake spun him around to face an oncoming stream of water, which pulsated across Shannon’s exposed chest, pounding against his pecs as it surged over him and continued ever onwards. Shannon spluttered as the spray suffocated him and the icy fingers of the water made him shiver.

Jake lifted Shannon off his feet again, before kicking the backs of his knees, forcing Shannon to kneel.

“Not a good start, Cuz,” Jake chuckled. He released his grip and Shannon fell forward on all fours. His relentless determination to win spurned him on and he dropped on Shannon’s back, knocking him face down into the grass just as another jet of water submerged them both.

Shannon grunted, twisting around to face Jake before he was caught in a choke. He was covered in grass cuttings but was barely aware of it. The resulting headlock hurt too much.

Jake lay across him, squeezing the headlock tight, forcing Shannon to cry out.

“Submit!” Jake ordered but instead, Shannon grabbed at Jake’s most vulnerable spot. He clawed at Jake’s peck, until his fingers found a nipple. Then he squeezed. Unlike himself, Jake’s nipples were ultra sensitive. Every hero has his weakness!

Jake cried out and toppled backwards over the top of Shannon. Finally free and able to fight back, Shannon swung a leg over, locking Jake’s waist between his thighs. He twisted the exposed nipple one more time, then squeezed his legs together. As Jake doubled over, trying to pull away, Shannon wrapped an arm around his cousin’s throat and pulled him back on top.

Jake clawed at Shannon’s arm, but their equal strength meant Shannon now had the advantage. Jake tried bucking, then reached back over his head to claw at Shannon’s face. Neither did any good as Shannon used his free hand to punch lightly into Jake’s stomach then toy with his exposed nipples. Panicked, Jake had no choice but to focus on keeping Shannon’s hand away!

Shannon found himself grinning, a broad, excited grin like a little child let lose in a lolly shop. He released Jake from the headlock, but as Jake tried sitting up, still caught in the leg lock, Shannon cross his arm behind Jake's back and swung it back around over Jake’s neck, pulling him into a reverse headlock.

Jake yelped, now arched over Shannon’s body, his face buried in his foe’s armpit. Shannon playfully slapped at Jake's pecs as they strained upwards into the oncoming sprinkler stream. But they were both lying face up now. Jake’s face was protected from the water sprayed but Shannon’s was not. He spluttered as the stream hit him in the face.

Jake used the moment to blindly reach down and grab Shannon where it would have the most effect. It was time to play dirty, just like his ticklish cousin had.

Shannon squealed as Jake’s fingers dug into his ribs. He twisted away involuntarily, releasing Jake from the hold. The duo separated, both of them grinning.

“You’re gonna pay for that!” Jake laughed and they dove at each other again. Their torsos collided but their hands flew into attack positions: Jake’s grabbed at Shannon’s ribs again, while Shannon bounced off Jake’s torso and clawed at his nipples. The two jerked away from the other's grip and they eyed each other off like animals on all fours.

They began circling each other like prey; minds thinking alike as they lunged at each other in unison, clasping hands in a power vice as their chests strained together. A jet stream of water hit them from side on, finding that minute gap between their faces so it hit both on the chest.

In unison, they arched back to keep their faces out of the spray and for the longest time, the sprinkler seems stuck, hosing them down, the water trickling its way down their torsos in fine slithers, clearing the grass from them in its wake.

The water stopped. The sprinklers switched off and disappeared into the ground to await another night. The two cousins stopped too, releasing their clasped hands and only retaining the eye contact. Their chests heaved against each other’s. Neither moved apart.

“Draw?” Shannon panted.

“Draw,” Jake agreed.

“Good,” Shannon smiled. “Then you won’t mind this.” And his arms snaked around Jake’s waist and squeezed, pressing into the small of his back. Jake cried out, arching away from Shannon. They toppled into the wet grass, but Shannon held tight, rolling Jake on top of him so the ground would restrict his hold.

Jake’s hands slapped fruitlessly behind his back. He couldn’t grasp Shannon’s hands to pull them off. The pain shot through his spine and he could feel tears welling up in his eyes.

“I give!” he cried. “Argh! I give!” And with those words, Shannon let go. Jake rolled off, still arching backwards, reaching behind him to sooth the pain in his lower back.

Shannon rolled on top of him, taking one last chance to feel his cousin’s taut body against his.

“Guess it wasn’t a draw after all,” he grinned. He sat up, straddling Jake, and suddenly, for the hell of it, he twisted those sensitive nipples one last time.

Challenge 004: Jake vs Shannon

Two cousins, tired of being told they're so much alike, decide to see who's better...

Who will win between Jake and Shannon? Use the comments to place your bet before the fight is published!

Round 003: Thirst - Carlos vs Buyu

Buyu massaged the cool water into his aching muscles and turned to let the spray of the waterfall moisten his face. The stiffness felt good. He was a man now, and the aches echoed the challenges he’d faced and conquered in his initiation rites. Now, in the isolation of the jungle, far away from his tribe, he faced the final obstacle of loneliness and survival. His triumphant return in twelve night’s time would let him join the ranks of men that kept his people fed and safe and proud. He couldn’t wait.

He opened his eyes, turning away from the spray and a movement caught his eye; just a slight one by the water’s edge. He swam a little closer until he could see a white, soiled carcass on the ground. Was it an animal? Could the Gods have brought him his supper without having to hunt?

He emerged from the river, brown skin glistening in the spotted sunlight that flickered through the surrounding trees. The creature was a white man, wrapped in torn cloth, dirty and unconscious. He was face down in the dirt, one pale arm outstretched as though he’d been crawling towards the water. Buyu hesitated. He’d never seen a person with such pale skin!

Cautiously, he approached and crouched down at the top of the man’s head. Buyu prodded the figure’s shoulder. The man groaned and Buyu fell back on his arse in surprise. Yes, it was definitely a man, deformed as his skin colour may be. Perhaps there was a tribe nearby that he knew nothing of? Perhaps this man had failed his initiation and was forced to leave the safety of his people?

Various thoughts ran through Buyu’s mind but the loudest was that of his father’s, telling him that the injured and the weak must always be protected. He crouched again and hooked an arm under each of the man’s pulling the figure towards him. Buyu would lift the man up and carrying him back to the campsite.

The man was heavy, and Buyu heaved, sliding the semi-conscious figure towards him. From between Buyu’s legs, the man mumbled “water!” even as Buyu began dripping over the back of the man’s neck. He didn’t understand the word but suddenly the man’s lips were on his thigh, sucking the clear liquid from Buyu’s skin.

Buyu yelped in surprise and toppled backwards, his grip pulling the man over him like a blanket.

“Water!” the man groaned again as his face fell into Buyu’s chest. Dry lips began sucking on Buyu’s torso almost immediately. Buyu froze, his body electrified by the unexpected sensation; his nakedness hiding nothing of his reaction. His mind raced, exploding with sensations he’d yet to encounter and then suddenly panic set in. He threw the white man off and scrambled to his feet, running back into the river for safety. He was panting, and his hand subconsciously reached up to touch the lingering tingles on his skin.

The white man lay on his back unable to move, and there he stayed until Buyu finally returned to him. Taking great care not to let the man’s face near his skin, Buyu dragged him from behind this time, all the way back to his camp.

Days past and the man’s thirst and hunger subsided, although he was still weak and spent much time in sleep. Buyu had discarded the man’s ruined cloths. Until he recovered, the man had no need to protect his midsection from prickly vegetation. And while he lay there in sleep, Buyu got to sit and watch over him, occasionally reaching carefully to touch the islands of hair that covered much of the man’s body. It was hair different to the short, curly sprinkles on the men of his own tribe, and Buyu was fascinated by the difference.

In fact, there was much about this man that fascinated Buyu. During one, lucid moment, he thought the man was trying to communicate with him, pointing to himself and saying “Carlos” over and over. Buyu assumed that must be his name.

And even when hunting for that night’s meal, Buyu couldn’t help but replay those initial sensations that had been caused by the man’s mouth. He knew now that Carlos had been trying to drink water from him, but how can drinking cause such a feeling?

Finally, he could wait no longer to find out. Carlos was still weak, but healing nicely, so Buyu decided to recreate the sensation; to understand what it was that he’d felt. If he could make that intensity return, he may have learned a skill to take back to his tribe!

He gathered water in a bowl that he’d carved from a fallen tree. Splashing his chest with the water, Buyu leaned over the sleeping figure and waited while the water dripped on Carlos’ face. Carlos stirred, but nothing happened, so Buyu leaned closer. No response.

Perhaps Carlos was still too weak, Buyu thought, so he sat beside his ward and gentle lifted Carlos up, holding the man’s face into his chest. This time Carlos stirred, reaching around Buyu to grasp his shoulders. Carlos tried turning his head away but Buyu used force to hold it in place.

Carlos gasped, his open mouth inadvertently capturing Buyu’s nipple, causing the young tribesman to gasp in return. Buyu pressed his pec harder into Carlos’ gaping mouth and he felt a tongue scrapped over the tip of his tip. He jumped with surprise, letting Carlos go in the process.

Carlos looked up at Buyu and tried sitting up, but Buyu took this as a sign he wanted more. Buyu pushed him back down and lay on top of Carlos, pressing his chest into his face again. Carlos grabbed Buyu firmly now, trying to force him off. It was like a game, Buyu thought! A test of strength!

He snatched Carlos’ wrists and pinned them to the ground, high above his head. As Carlos arched, Buyu understood the gesture that he wanted the sensations returned, so he leaned down and sucked the pink nipples until he felt Carlos’ member begin to rise and throb beneath him. He knew now that he’d done the right thing and he slid forward again for Carlos to please him more. But Carlos snatched his hands free and wrapped his powerful arms around Buyu, rolling him over.

Buyu understood, and stretched his arms out above his head, just as he’d pinned Carlos’ arms down. Carlos grabbed Buyu’s wrists to hold them in place and slid up Buyu’s body to look him in the eye. Buyu smiled. The solid muscle on top of him, the soft glide of skin on skin as Carlos had moved… it all added to the new and powerful feelings he was experiencing.

They stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment, and Buyu saw the challenge Carlos was issuing. The smile drained from Buyu’s face, and suddenly their lips met and Carlos kissed him long and hard. Buyu arched up, knowing now what that challenge was. At home, he’d seen his parents kissing, and the man was always in charge. Carlos was making himself in charge and Buyu had let himself be pinned down!

Buyu arched and squirmed, but Carlos’ grip was strong despite the man still being weakened by his ordeal. How much stronger would he be if he had not been weakened, Buyu wondered?! Their chests grated together and Buyu found himself getting harder and harder, the more he strained. Carlos too, seemed to be affected the same.

Carlos sat on Buyu’s chest now, drawing Buyu’s arms down to shoulder height, and securing them in place with his knees. Buyu eyed the thick, dancing shaft directly above him, wondering what was expected of him even as he kicked out trying to break free. Carlos took Buyu’s head, raising it and forcing the erection against Buyu’s lips.

Buyu didn’t understand, and bucked harder, throwing Carlos off balance. He pulled an arm free and struck out at Carlos, hitting him in the ribs. Using the element of surprise, Buyu rolled Carlos off and quickly positioned himself as Carlos had done, holding the white muscleman down with his knees. Carlos arched a little, but lay there as if in defeat, but in the man’s eyes, Buyu saw understanding, not defeat. The man wanted him on top, perhaps to show him what was expected.

He raised Carlos’ head and Carlos kissed Buyu’s thick dark foreskin. Buyu yelped as if struck by a jolt of lightening. Carlo’s arms came free, but instead of fighting back, Carlos grabbed Buyu’s sides and held him there. As Buyu looked down on Carlos confused, Carlos raised his head and wrapped his moist lips around Buyu’s thickened shaft.

If a deep voice could squeal, it would be sound that croaked out of Buyu’s throat. His head fell back, he arched dangerously, and he only stayed in place by the grace of Carlos’ grip. Buyu was blinded by a stirring so intense that he could neither think nor breathe. His body convulsed in sync with the long, moist strokes of Carlos’ lips. Like a distant observer, he became vaguely aware of Carlos’ hands sliding up his ribcage until they held him just under the armpits. Thumbs reached out to stroke Buyu’s nipples and it was then that it became too much.

Buyu threw himself off Carlos and scuttled out of reach. He sat there panting, eyes and mouth wide open, trembling as he looked back at Carlos. Buyu reached down to grasp his own cock and he stroked it a few times. It felt good, but nothing like what he’d just been through.

Carlos smiled at him, propping himself up on one elbow and mumbling something unintelligible in his foreign tongue.

At length, Buyu regained composure. He was a man. He must not run away. And it wasn’t as though Carlos had been hurting him.

He crawled back to Carlos’ and lay down beside him. Carlos smiled and rolled over on top of Buyu. This time, Buyu let him. He had much to learn, and Carlos seemed eager now to teach him all he knew. Buyu told himself not to be scared. These pleasures were secrets of another tribe that he could bring back to his own people. And perhaps, once Carlos had taught him all he could, he would make himself the man again and force Carlos to satisfy him over and over again. But until then…

Buyu closed his eyes, his lips parting ever so slightly as Carlos’ warm breath was replaced by moist lips against his neck…

Challenge 003: Carlos vs Buyu

When a native tribesman discovers the unconscious body of a white man, water isn't the only thirst...

Who will win between Carlos and Buyu? Use the comments to place your bet before the fight is published!

Round 001: Blind Date - Jess vs Mack

Jess smirked at the flicker of surprise that passed over Mack’s face when they met centre ring. No one else would have noticed it, but Jess was used to that reaction. Asians are skinny, weak sissies - that’s what they thought, and although he was Eurasian, it was the ‘asian’ bit that people focussed on, and they never expected to meet someone so toned and masculine. It usually annoyed him but it today he hoped it worked in his favour.

His own preconceived idea about black dudes being tough and muscular encouraged him to prepare harder than usual. Seeing his opponent now, taunt and masculine and tough, he was glad he’d put in the extra effort. He hoped though, that Mack’s surprised look meant he’d not trained as hard as he should have.

Jess rolled back his shoulders in the guise of warming up, deliberately accentuating his V-shaped torso. He had a small height advantage over Mack, but the jobber looked much more solid and he was sure Mack was used to bringing down larger opponents. How else would he rule his neighbourhood?

It was Mack’s idea to grapple in the gym after hours. Though they’d never met, they’d been taunting each other, almost flirtatiously, by email for a few weeks now, ever since they found out they were both neighbourhood ‘rivals’. Jess lead the pack amongst his fellow Asian friends, and Mack was the alpha male in his circle.

Their banter had been joking at first, but soon turned into a playful competition of who’d be top dog between them; who’d make who his bitch. And now, with no witnesses, just for their own fun and curiosity, they were about to find out.

They stepped in, grinning, and Mack extended a handshake. Jess took it, muttering “I take no prisoners”, but the warm, sweaty grip sent an unexpected thrill through him, accentuating the excitement he already felt at the sight of Mack.

Mack smirked. “I torture mine,” he grinned, and suddenly gripped Jess’ hand tighter. He yanked Jess forward, knocking him off balance, then swung in behind him, hauling Jess into a full nelson. Jess cried out, caught by surprise; his back arching as the shorter hunk locked him in the hold.

Jess winced, his legs buckled, leaving no room for defence as Mack pressed down on his shoulders, forcing Jess to his knees. Wasting no time, Mack rolled himself onto his back, hauling Jess on top of him from behind, wrapping strong legs around Jess’ waist.

In the few seconds it had taken, Jess was trapped. His head rested above Mack’s rippled stomach, arms pinned back in the nelson while muscled thighs squeezed against his ribs. He gasped, sweat already lubricating his back as it clung to Mack’s torso.

“Wish there was a mirror above us,” Mack said. “I love seeing a guy at my mercy.”

Jess strained upward to no avail, arching his back up in a fruitless, desperate attempt to break free. Enjoying his moment, Mack released one of Jess’ arms to slap his captive on the chest before hauling the arm back into the nelson. Jess yelped.

“You like that?” Mack joked and slapped him again, too fast to allow Jess to pull free.

Jess’s arms flailed above his head. The tight hold made it hard to breathe. Could the fight be over so quickly? Then chance joined his team. His fingers brushed incidentally against Mack’s nipple and he felt Mack jolt. Reacting quickly, he found Mack’s nipple again and pinched. Mack cried out, twisting away and releasing his hold.

Jess rolled over, still locked in Mack’s legs, but his arms were free. Mack was on top of him in an instant but Jess blocked a headlock, forcing Mack’s arms away. He rolled Mack over, pinning him to the floor.

Mack grunted and Jess felt his chest arch up to press into his own. He hoped to God Mack didn’t feel his hard-on.

The victory was short lived though, as Mack tightened his leg lock. The squeeze forced Jess down, pressing harder into Mack, making him lose his control. Mack thrust his arms upwards, his powerful arms bulging with muscle as he forced Jess up and off him. Jess hung in the air above Mack, arms pushed back behind his ears; every muscle in his torso straining down as he hung above Mack. The leg lock added pressure to his arching back, causing him to wince at the pain.

“You think I’d be your bitch?” Mack growled playfully and toppled Jess over, pinning him to the floor. Jess twisted a hand free, wrapping it around Mack’s torso and rolled him back over. Like wild animals, they tussled around, sweat oiling their torsos, gliding pec over pec as they struggled for dominance.

Jess won the battle, rolling Mack off him and freezing their tussle with a headlock that buried Mack’s face in his chest. They still clasped each other by one hand and Jess pushed Mack’s to the ground. Mack let out a muffled grunt as his free hand slapped at Jess’ back.

Jess could feel Mack’s breath heavy and hot against his torso. He manoeuvred his body so Mack’s lips dared to breach his nipple. Mack took the bait, flicking out a tongue. Jess gasped, but tightened his grip instead to keep Mack at bay. Mack groaned again, and wrapped his warm, thick lips around Jess’ nipple now, suckling him while his free hand began stroking Jess’ back.

Jess’ head dropped forward, his body going limp momentarily from the overwhelming sensation. To his surprise, Mack didn’t break free but kept at his seduction, now running his nails down the length of Jess’ back. Jess arched back with a gasp and it was then Mack made his move.

Quick as a flash, Mack flipped Jess over. He pinned both arms to the ground and leap up to sit on Jess’ chest; his knees pinning his opponent’s arms. Jess cried out and arched up, trying to knock Mack off balance, but the black hood balanced himself and grinned down at his trapped prey.

“You like that little sampler?” Mack asked before grabbing Jess by the hair and forcing his face into his crotch.

Jess tried to turn his head away, but Mack used both hands to hold Jess’ face hard against the throbbing member, barely hidden in the loose track pants. Jess could smell Mack’s manhood, a faint odour of sweat, semen and testosterone, and the blend made him hard too.

He arched again, but it was no use. Mack had planted himself firmly, determined to retain control. Jess struggled for breath but Mack seemed determined to suffocate him in his groin. In less than a minute, Jess felt his lungs ready to burst. The world spun in a growing sea of blackness and it was only then that Mack released him.

Jess lay there like a ragdoll as Mack lay himself down on top of top of his fallen prey. He kissed Jess gently on the lips and through hazy eyes, Jess to see Mack respond to his heaving chest rising and falling against him.

Mack slid down to kiss Jess’ chest and playfully massage his dupe’s biceps. He slide his body up Jess’ again until their faces were only centimetres apart.

“What’s it gonna be?” Mack asked. “You give, or do you want me to torture you some more?”

Jess raised his arms to push Mack off, but Mack pinned them without effort and it was then that Jess knew he could never recover. He arched one last time, feeling the muscled torso of Mack holding him down, and he knew that he’d won even if he’d lost the fight. Mack was turned on enough to want him, so let Mack be the alpha male. Jess was good as using his sensuality to control those he wanted. Mack would be his bitch yet. He just didn’t know it. Mack thought the fight was over, but Jess knew the cold war had just begun…

Challenge 001: Jess vs Mack

Who will win between Jess and Mack? Use the comments to place your bet before the fight is published!