Giggling Girls and Bloody Violence!!

Rival Fight! - Part Four

2012-03-12T12:09:00.001-07:00

“Come on! Fight like a man, you sissy! You can’t even fight!”

...continued from Part Three!

We each released our grip on each other’s cock and rolled apart, clutching our battered genitals and groaning in pain. Sally was yelling at us to get up and fight like men.

I staggered to my feet first, still clutching my sore and swollen balls. Tom got to his feet and we both squared off again. I could barely see out of one eye and blood was streaming freely from my mouth and nose as well as numerous cuts on my face. Tom was bloodied pretty badly, too. We moved in close and started trading blows again. We ended up standing directly in front of the two women and hammered each other in the face again.

Sally and Michelle were both getting splattered with our blood! They were like a couple of vampires, licking it off of each other!

Somehow or another, our cocks got erect again, even though the pain was excruciating. We clinched and our stiffened cocks pressed painfully together. Tom pressed me against the wall of hay right next to Sally. His fists were pummeling me in the gut and face. I could see and hear Sally, just a few feet from my battered, bloody face, sneering at me. She yelled:

“Come on! Fight like a man, you sissy! You can’t even fight!”

Then she started encouraging Tom:

“Come on Tom, fuck him up bad, beat him to a pulp and then you can have me!”

I was still able to get a few punches in at Tom. We rolled to the ground again, our hardened cocks grinding painfully together. He pinned me on my back and smashed his fist straight into my nose, busting it. I was crying in pain and begging for him to stop. I could see Sally and Michelle through my tears laughing and egging Tom on to keep beating me. They started kissing and fondling each other again, completely turned on by the savage beating I was taking. Suddenly I felt an explosion on the side of my head and mercifully went unconscious.

I don’t know how long I was out, I estimate about 20 minutes. When I came to, I was wracked with pain and nearly gagging on coagulated blood in my mouth and nose, I could barely breathe. There was a puddle of blood on the ground around my face from my busted nose and mouth. I knew from the pain that I had at least a couple of busted ribs and was probably bleeding internally. I needed help, and I needed it fast. I suddenly remembered that Sally’s friend Michelle, the nurse had come to the fight to provide the anticipated medical assistance.

I became aware of loud moaning and groaning to my left. I painfully turned my head and saw Sally and Michelle both completely nude. Sally was expertly sucking Tom’s cock, while Michelle gently lowered her soaking wet pussy over his mouth. I cried out for some help and when the three of them realized I had come to they stopped and came over to me. Sally laughed at me and told me I was a pathetic excuse for a man, she was going to be with a real man and she was willing to share him with Michelle.

I cried and begged Michelle for some help, but she just laughed said she was too busy as Tom fondled her tits and Sally started fondling her pussy. For a final degradation though, her and Michelle started jerking Tom off. When they could tell he was about to come, they aimed his cock straight at my face. I could hear them both laughing as Tom’s cock spurted several large globs of semen right in my face. They then went back to their lustful play. Tom was spent, but he got to enjoy himself watching Sally and Michelle pleasure each other, knowing that having defeated and humiliated me; he would have the sexual pleasures of both women to himself.

I laid there for a while crying for help, but they just laughed at me. I drifted off into unconsciousness again and when I woke there were two paramedics loading me into an ambulance. Apparently when the women and Tom left, Michelle started feeling a little sorry for me and stopped on the way and called the ambulance. My injuries were pretty severe. I was in the hospital for two weeks and had to have surgery. But the physical injury was nothing compared to the emotional injury of having my masculinity so thoroughly defeated. Tom had proven himself to be the superior male and I had to accept that.

From time to time, the three of them would make me join them in a motel room where I would have to watch while Tom repeatedly had his way with Sally to prove that she was his woman now. She would often try to goad me into fighting Tom again to regain her, but I knew Tom was a better man than me. After they had sex, the would make me go down on Sally and lick Tom’s cum from her pussy. There were even times when they forced me to suck him.

I was totally defeated and humiliated.

GoodFight Video

2012-03-06T22:17:00.000-08:00

A fan of the blog made this video for me, let me know what you think! He may be willing to do more if we ask nicely!

El Asesino de Vírgenes: Paper or Plastic? - Part Two

2012-03-06T09:22:00.000-08:00

Consuelo Chambers

...continued from Part One!

Later that afternoon, Jimmy was bagging groceries in line.

“Paper or plastic?” he asked for the hundredth time that day.

“Paper, please,” said the sweetest, most feminine voice he’d ever heard. There was Mrs. Chambers, smiling at him again. “Certainly! M-may I help you to your car?”

“That would be wonderful, thank you.”

Jimmy’s heart skipped a beat. “R-really?”

Soon enough, he was pushing the cart out of the grocery store and though the parking lot, toward her shining, black SUV, feeling king of the world.

“Thank you so much, Jeemy!” That was how she pronounced her name: Jeemy.

“No… no problem,” he answered jauntily.

She got in her car, pushed a strand of black hair over one ear, put on her sunglasses. She looked at Jimmy one last time and smiled as she pulled out , even blew him a little kiss. “Ta ta for now!”

She drove away and Jimmy stared after her.

“Hey! How come no one helped me to my car?!” demanded old Mrs. Crumpus, pushing a rusted shopping cart behind him.

“S-sorry,” muttered Jimmy.

The old woman spit. “You really are a no-good loser.”

It seemed he saw Mrs. Chambers several times in the next few weeks. She seemed to always be shopping during Jimmy’s shifts. When she stood in line, Jimmy made it a point to be the bagger. He even lied to the present bagger, telling him there was a spill that needed cleaning. “Don’t worry, I’ll take over,” he said.

“Oh, thank you Jeemy!” cooed Mrs. Chambers as Jimmy proudly bagged her groceries.

It became a ritual, walking her to her car, carefully loading the groceries in.

“Oh, I wish I could take you home with me!” she confided to him one afternoon, while out in the parking lot.

“Y-you do?”

“To unload my groceries, of course! It’s been so hard since my husband left on business last month. I have no one to help.”

“I’d help!” said Jimmy.

“Would you?”

“Sure, what kind of stuff?”

“Oh, cleaning, house work...”

“Sure!”

“Oh, that would be wonderful! When are you free?”

“Today! I mean, I get off in an hour! I could come by, I could work for you, I could…”

She laughed, tousling his hair. “My, my! Aren’t you eager!”

Jimmy blushed.

After she’d written her address and phone number on a piece of paper for Jimmy, she asked, “How can I thank you?”

“Oh.. it’s fine, really.”

“Oh, I know what you would like!” She smiled, taking Jimmy’s hand and bringing it up to her chest.

“Uh…” Jimmy gulped.

“It’s okay, Jeemy,” she said with a whisper. She pressed his hand against her breasts. “Go on, feel.”

Jimmy almost fainted. They felt so good! So soft, so warm… He kneaded them softly... softly…

She giggled. “Your hands feel so good, Jeemy!”

He could barely hear her, he was only dimly aware of anything else in the universe other than her breasts and the fact that he was touching them. Drool dribbled from the corner of his mouth.

Then, without warning, with just one quick motion, Mrs. Chambers reached out and with only her long, bejeweled ring finger, lightly grazed Jimmy’s crotch.

“Ah… oh god!” he exclaimed, backing away and doubling over.

She laughed and laughed. “Oh, Jeemy! Oh, Jeemy! Ha ha!”

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I…” he managed, trying to stand up. The entire left pant leg was wet, filled with sticky cum and it was still pumping out steadily. It was beyond his control. “I’m sorry!”

“Oh, Jeemy! I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist! Ha ha!”

“No, it’s fine… it’s fine… I’m fine…” He was breathing hard, seeing double.

“So, I will see you in a few hours then?”

“Yes… yes…”

“I cannot wait!” She got in her car and drove away.

Now Jimmy was in a – er – sticky situation. He had no change of pants and a full hour left of his shift! What was he supposed to do? He walked back into the grocery store. Maybe no one would notice...

Jimmy, what the hell? Did you just piss yourself?” demanded the manager, loud enough for all to hear.

“No, no. I was just.. I spilled something.”

“Out in the parking lot? You spilled something a customer bought?”

“No, no… it was a soda…”

“You were drinking soda on your shift?!”

“No, there was a can of soda, uh, in the parking lot. You know, trash. I was just picking it up.”

“And then you spilled it on your uniform.”

“Yes, right! I’ll be right back…”

“You already used up your two bathroom breaks!”

Jimmy rushed to the restroom, only to find that there was someone already in the stall! He tried to be patient. He looked to the ceiling, tried to be natural. Finally, the person got out of the stall, said to Jimmy, “This bathroom smells like shit!”

“Sorry to hear that…” Jimmy mumbled, running in and shutting the door behind him. He then took down his sticky, wet pants, pulled out his cock which was harder than it had ever been in his life, and began jerking himself off like he had never jerked himself off before, so help me God. He came to an immediate, powerful orgasm which almost knocked him backwards, and began shooting out ropes of cum such that he had never been capable of before. The cum came flying, in the toilet, on the seat, on the floor, he just imagined Mrs. Chambers, her smile, the way she had pronounced his name, “Jeemy,” and he was off fresh again, the orgasm resoundingly reappearing. He rubbed himself until he was raw and then he rubbed himself some more.

Finally, when he could absolutely not cum anymore, he stood upright, breathing hard, his heart racing.

“Are you almost done in there?” he heard a voice demand.

Mrs. Crumpus

“Y-yes, I’ll be right out!” Jimmy quickly grabbed some toilet paper and wiped himself up as best as he was able.

“The hell were you doing in there?” demanded the gruff man waiting.

“Sorry, she’s all yours!” said Jimmy, not looking the man in the face, far too embarrassed, washing his hands thoroughly with hot water, and splashing some of that hot water in his face. His heart was still beating so fast he thought it would beat right out of his chest. He thought of Mrs. Chambers' breasts and his cock got rock hard all over again and for a moment he considered rushing back into the stall to see if he could possibly beat himself off again, but his cock was in pain as it was.

Finally, he emerged from the bathroom, trying to appear calm.

“Excuse me,” asked old Mrs. Crumpus with a sneer. “Where the hell are the goddamned tampons? You assholes keep moving them!”

“Uh… Aisle, lessee, that’s aisle 4. No, 5. Aisle 5. No, no, 4!” The world was spinning. He looked at the clock 50 minutes until his shift was over. 50 minutes!

“You fucking assholes,” the old woman sneered as she waddled away.

...to be continued!

Cuckold beating

2012-03-05T13:45:00.000-08:00

Ahhh.... now this is what I like to see. Love the woman's expression!

El Asesino de Vírgenes: Paper or Plastic? - Part One

2012-03-05T11:30:00.001-08:00

Consulo Richards

I mostly post stories by other people, but this one is one of mine. This is also the first installment in what I hope will be a series of stories about the same character, Consuelo Richards: El Asesino de Virgenes. Once I finish serializing this first adventure and you all figure out what I'm doing with it, I will open it up to all of you to write and submit your own stories about the character!

*****

Jimmy Peterson was just seventeen years old and had worked at Giant Eagle as a bagger for the last two years. He was a gangly kid, still had zits and a voice which cracked. Nonetheless, he had big plans. Mostly evenings and weekends, but now that school was drawing to a close, he had begun to fantasize about possible management opportunities. At the moment, “Paper or plastic?” was the majority of his job description, along with the mandatory, “May I help you to your car?” Even if it was just someone buying a candy bar, he was obligated to ask. After all, you never knew who might be a secret shopper, just looking to trip you up, and if he failed to ask, he could get demoted, maybe fired, and that would be the end of Jimmy’s management dreams.

There was one asshole who just seemed to have it in for Jimmy. Brad Jackson was his name. They knew each other from high school, Brad was a couple of years older. Star quarterback, he was, and a Grade-A jerk. He loved nothing more than tormenting Jimmy in the halls, throwing him against the lockers, taking his lunch money. If Jimmy ever saw Brad shopping at the grocery store, he’d quickly try to switch with someone so he could take his break.

One time he wasn’t able to, and he was stuck bagging. Brad intentionally stood in his line, even though it was one of the longest.

“P-p-paper or plastic?” Jimmy mumbled, looking down, hoping that maybe Brad wouldn’t even recognize him.

“Plastic! And you know what? Double bag ‘em! I like fucking up the environment!”

“M-m-may I help you to your car?” Jimmy mumbled.

“What’s that? I didn’t quite hear you?”

“Would you like help getting these to your car?”

“Sure, fuckface! Be my guest!”

Little Jimmy

It was raining that day, buckets. Jimmy pushed the cart out into the parking lot, getting drenched. Brad of course was wearing both a rain jacket and an umbrella.

“W-where did you park?”

“Other side of the parking lot, bitch!” announced Brad, laughing uproariously, pointing at his pick-up which may as well have been on the opposite side of the state.

Jimmy sighed, pushing the little cart along.

“Boy, this is just perfect, isn’t it?” Brad continued. “I mean, you always were the biggest loser in school, and now look at you! Remember that time I pantsed you in front of all the cheerleaders? Haw haw!”

Jimmy just kept pushing the cart in the rain, steeling himself so that he would not cry. The insults kept coming, and they got more and more vicious. He said nothing.

When they finally got to the truck, Brad grabbed the groceries. “Thanks, sport! Enjoy the rest of your no-good day!” And off he drove.

Defeated, Jimmy walked, shoulders hunched, back to the store.

“Jimmy, where were you?” shouted his manager. “We got a line of customers going back to the meat section!”

“I was… I was helping…”

“What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing.” Jimmy breathed in deep, willed the tears down, deep down. “I’m fine.”

“Well, good! Now get your ass back to work!”

“Yes, sir.”

And such was life for poor Jimmy.

One afternoon, however, everything changed.

He was mopping up a spill in Aisle 4 when he saw her. Mrs. Chambers stood there, inspecting soup labels. She was the most gorgeous woman in town, and as far as Jimmy was concerned, the most gorgeous woman ever in the history of everything. Most of the city was in a depression, but Mrs. Chambers lived in Society Hill, a very exclusive gated community just outside of town. She dressed in the most gorgeous, expensive, designer outfits.

Today she was wearing a very tight blue dress which fit her hourglass form perfectly, a glittering necklace and golden earrings. She had tan skin, very large breasts, long legs. A very exotic look about her. No one was sure if she was Middle Eastern or Greek, maybe Hispanic, or what. She just didn’t seemed like she belonged anywhere near this town.

She pushed a strand of black hair behind one ear. “Excuse me?” she said.

Jimmy almost had a heart attack. “Y-y-yes?”

“Could you reach for me the top can on the shelf?”

“S-sure. N-no problem.” His breath had gone shallow. He stood on tip toes and fetched the errant can. He handed it to her and for just half a moment, their hands touched.

“Thank you so much!” she said, then bent low to place it in her cart. Jimmy tried not to stare, but he had a full view of her large breasts, as they swayed back and forth. He grew red, knew he had to turn away at any moment, but could not. Finally, she finished and stood up. She smiled sweetly at him, then pushed the cart down the aisle.

Jimmy stared after her. He’d gone all hard in his pants.

...to be continued!

Sexy Audio files!

2012-03-01T14:33:00.001-08:00

By far, the most popular blog post is Linda Seeks Dialogue on Men Fighting. It's received about five times the amount of hits as the next most popular blog post.

I'm trying to play around with making audio files using text-to-speech software, and thought I'd experiment with Linda's post. It's in three parts, let me know what you think of it!

http://tts.imtranslator.net/K0xw

http://tts.imtranslator.net/K0y1

http://tts.imtranslator.net/K0y7

Sexy voices, anyone?

2012-03-01T13:49:00.003-08:00

Call me!

Since I'm on the subject of wants and desires, I need to know, are there any females out there with good, sexy speaking voices (I'm afraid I don't have one myself) who would be able to record themselves reading some of these stories outloud and then sending me a copy of the audio file to post? Let me know! sweet.candy.apples@hotmail.com

Artists anyone?

2012-03-01T13:16:00.000-08:00

I've put this out there before, to no response. So here goes again. Any artists out there? Anyone have experience with erotic comics, full-color, if possible? Anyone interested in collaborating with me on a comic that we can post on the blog? It could be big! Let me know! sweet.candy.apples@hotmail.com

Lady or the Tiger?

2012-03-01T12:21:00.000-08:00

Except in this case the "Tiger" would be a huge dude with a baseball bat.

I think men should be put in a situation wherein they have to choose between two doors. If they choose the one with the hot, young woman behind it, then they get to have sex with her right then and there. If they choose the other door, they get beaten to death by a dude with the baseball bat. Wouldn't this be fun to watch?

Sometimes I fantasize about watching this scenario, sometimes I fantasize about being the woman behind the door. I would love to be behind the door and listen as the man opened the wrong door and was beaten to death. That would be so hot!! And then if the "tiger" came over to my door and had his way with me, that would just be super. On the other hand, if he chose my door, I would be willing to give myself to him.

Wrestling scene from Quo Vadis

2012-02-29T11:53:00.000-08:00

Two wrestlers get ready to fight to the death for the pleasure of Nero and his court.

Our Roman hero has invited his lovely girl to watch the fight. He wants to know if she is enjoying it.

Despite being a Christian she seems amused even though she professes to be horrified by the by the barbaric spectacle.

The fight reaches it brutal climax. The ladies of the court seem to be enjoying it and can't wait to see the kill!

Nero brings his thumb down to indicate "No Mercy!" - much to the enjoyment of the court!

The loser is about to get his back broken in two!

A superb kill!

Venus and Mars - the goddess of love and the god of war. After the fight comes the joys of love.

Rites of Passage - Part Two

2012-02-28T11:18:00.001-08:00

"Hurrah! Go on, finish the loser off!”

...continued from Part One!

The girls started to shriek as the fight began to gain momentum.

I ran towards him, landing two swift blows in quick succession, quickly grabbing him by the neck in an attempt to pull him to the ground. We both fell to the floor, soon wrestling and rolling around trying to gain the upper hand. I could feel his breathe on my face as we fought like hell. We continued to fight for what it felt like ages. He managed to knee me in my right arm, rendering it almost useless to punch with. No matter how hard I fought I just could not gain the advantage. He rolled me over onto my back banging my head in the process then managed to sit heavy on my chest pinning me down firmly to the floor. He locked my arms to my side as he sat over me. I was beaten, unable to continue the fight anymore.

I could hear a cheer and excitable conversation from the watching girls, saying that ‘Paul has got me and he is going to make me pay for scrapping him’.

“Do you give in, shithead?” he barked at me.

“No, never!” as I summoned some breathe. He continued to sit on my chest. I managed to push him off to the side, as he fell he grabbed onto my hair pulling furiously at my head. We rolled over back and forth, ending up in a crumpled heap near some unkempt bushes and waste ground. Just as I was about to break free, he grabbed a clump of stinging nettles nearby and scrubbed my face with them. I let out a cry as the nettles started stinging my eyes and face. He stood over me as I lay helpless on the floor.

“Kick him in his balls!” I heard a shout, and sure enough he did just that. “Uff!” I exclaimed as his kicks landed full onto my balls, causing them to swell almost immediately.

“Hurrah, go on finish the loser off, Paul!” the pretty girl shouted.

"Did you think you could have beaten me, arsewipe?"

He grabbed me and pulled me up from the floor, painfully twisting my arm behind my back. I could feel his breathe right near my face as he snarled and swore at me from behind. “Did you think you could have beaten me, arsewipe?”

Tears started to run down my face as by now I knew I was well and truly beaten. I looked at the girls hoping that they would take pity on my plight and tell my foe to stop. Sadly they did not, preferring to watch and encourage Paul to humiliate me. By now I had lost a shoe, torn my jeans and cut my lip. I was in a right sorry state. He grabbed my hair again and continued twisting my arm behind my back, then all of a sudden he violently pushed me into some nearby bushes. I let out a scream as I fell awkwardly into the undergrowth. I could feel the nettles and thorns tear my face as I rolled deep into the bushes.

“Ha ha” I could hear as I lay tangled in the bush, covered in dog shit and mud. I had to escape, otherwise he would continue beating me up for the girl’s enjoyment. I scrabbled and crawled away, quickly breaking into a sprint for safety far away from the group. I ran for what seemed like ages. Behind me I could hear the girls call me a “chicken” and a “fucking sad loser” as I made my escape.

Soon after I had made it home, quietly sneaking up to my bedroom without being noticed by anyone. I was covered in dog shit and cuts as a result of my beating earlier. ‘Fuck’ I remembered that I had left my jacket on the ground. Fearing another attack, I decided to leave it for the night, deciding to pick it up in the morning. As I lay in bed that night, my mind was replaying the sequence of events that had unfolded earlier. My balls were still swollen from the kicking that they received during the fight. No matter how hard I tried, I could not sleep a wink that night.

The following day I returned to the spot where we had the fight. It looked all so different in the daylight will people and shoppers milling around. After a while of searching I managed to retrieve my jacket, or what was left of it. They had managed to tear off my sleeves and hood, completely ruining it.

Four men, four girlfriends...

2012-02-27T20:57:00.000-08:00

So, let's see. There were four men standing outside of the club, and each man had a girlfriend. You started insulting them, and before long, all four men were circling you, rolling up their shirt sleeves, spitting and cracking their knuckles. There was one helluva fight, and at the end, there were cracked skulls, broken arms, smashed noses, and lots of blood. All four of them lay at your feet. Their four girlfriends were speechless... You knew you could have them all, but c'mon, it's not like you can just... Well, maybe it is like that. Congratulations, stud!

Lying on the floor...

2012-02-27T20:50:00.000-08:00

Her stud has just knocked you out. You're in terrible pain, bleeding, missing teeth... She was laughing and cheering him on the whole time. Finally, she comes over to you. Will she help? Will she call an ambulance? She smiles at the sight of all the blood and disrobes. One final taunt, to show you what you missed out on by being a loser, before she and her stud go into the next room to fuck, and leave you to bleed.

Rites of Passage - Part One

2012-02-27T09:50:00.002-08:00

Women love young boys who fight!

One of the ‘rites of passage’ for a boy is having his first fist fight. No matter how many times we are told not to fight, sometimes it is inevitable.

For girls, fighting is always seen as a very last resort, so for them it is quite rare indeed to fight. However, girls do love to watch males fight. Why? I guess many reasons, perhaps it is the spectacle of the fight itself, or perhaps even better, the fight is over them. Having two men fight over a girl is real added value, making them feel wanted and valued. I can agree with this and probably many women would feel the same too. Here is my account of my first proper fight that I had when I was 12. Still remember it to this day, even though I am now in my mid 40’s and holding down quite a respectable job!

It was a rainy Friday night, just enjoyed my dinner and thought I would pop out to the nearby sweetshop to spend my pocket money before it got too late. I arrived at the shop and just as I was about to go inside, I noticed in the corner of my eye another teenage boy who was with two pretty girls of similar age. Nothing was said, but I did see one of the girls gesture to him, pointing at me and then saying something to him. I thought nothing of it, but I suspected that trouble was imminent! I purchased my sweets and left to return home.

As soon as I left the shop I saw the lad staring at me whilst also blocking my path. We stood facing one another for what it seemed like ages, and then he said, ‘What are you looking at?!’ which is the usual opening gambit prior to many fights.

“Not a lot, dickhead!” I angrily replied. I could feel my heart beginning to beat faster as I knew where this was heading. We carried on staring at each other, refusing to back down or move aside.

“Do you want to scrap or what?” he retorted, offering me a direct challenge to fight.

At this point I could hear the two girls giggle and whisper beside me. They were intently watching us prepare to fight. “Go round the back of the shop, you can fight there!” one of them chipped-in.

“Want to do that then?” he said angrily.

I nodded to confirm that I agreed with his suggestion.

Quickly, we both walked silently to the back of the shop, joined by the two girls chattering behind us. We soon arrived at a somewhat quiet and unkempt spot, far away from prying eyes or other people who might break up our fight. I took off my jacket, not wanting it to get ripped or damaged, and placed it on the floor nearby. He did likewise, but one of the girls held his jacket in her hands for safe keeping. She was very pretty, wearing tight jeans and a smart top that framed her petite breasts wonderfully. I quietly thought of kissing her and cupping those tiny but firm breasts. I was starting to shake now, realising the predicament that I was in.

"Do you want to scrap or what?"

Both the girls chatted to him encouraging him to fight dirty and most importantly, win for them.

Sadly, I had no girl with me to do likewise. I thought if I could beat him, then perhaps one of the girls would be impressed and become my girlfriend. That would make victory even sweeter I thought.

We both walked toward each other, to start the fight. He called me a ‘loser and a knobhead’ continually goading me; with every insult I gave him one back, trying to intimidate and knock his bravado and confidence. We circled each other slowly, planning our own respective fighting ‘strategies’ on how we would fight to win.

One of the girls shouted ‘Scrap!” in an attempt to get us to properly start the fight. Quickly, he punched me with a swinging fist, landing a heavy blow to the side of my face. I recoiled, stumbling back on my feet awkwardly.

...to be continued!

Laughing at a nerd

2012-02-25T21:00:00.002-08:00

There was a fight going on in the hall at school. A bunch of cool kids, the jocks, were tormenting and beating up this poor nerd. Me and some of the other girls joined in, laughing and giggling as the nerd cried. It turned me on so much to be the one doing the mocking! I think about it all the time!

Pastor's kid

2012-02-25T20:49:00.000-08:00

I first realized I was a little different when I was 17 years old. I was on a date with the pastor's son from my parent's church. They were always trying to get me to date nice guys!

He was a real wimp. Skinny, pale... He didn't smoke, he didn't drink... the only fun part about the night was that it was real easy to make him embarrassed. He was not used to being with girls, so all I had to do was bend over in front of him or show off my boobs in some way and he's start stuttering and stammering and getting all flustered! Like it was torture! Hee! I loved the feeling of taunting him!

Anyway, I talked him into taking me to a bar and buying me a drink - he had just turned 21. it was a pretty rough place, and I could tell he was scared to be there. Me? I loved it! The whole place was filled with big, burl men who were totally checking me out! If I caught any of them staring at me, I smiled back, encouraged them! I could tell they were thinking about how they could take care of my date so they could have me for themselves!

There was this one dude, prob in his 30s, real big, muscular, and next thing I knew he came up to where we were sitting. He told the pastor's kis that he was going to kick the shit out of him if he didn't get the hell out right away. I started giggling like crazy! This was perfect!

The Pastor's Kid stood up and said we were getting out of there. I said, "Nope! I'm staying right here!" Hee! The P.K. didn't know what to do! He was like a lost puppy! Then the big dude slapped him across the cheek, pretty hard, knocked him out of his chair. He stood up, and the dude punched him in the face! There was blood on his face and on the floor! Then they were fighting!

Well, the dude was fighting. The kid was mostly just getting beat up, all bruised and bloody and he kept begging me for help. That's right, he was ASKING ME FOR HELP!!!! Like what, you want me to call your mommy for you? Should I pray to Jesus to come help you???

Before long, he was totally finished. The big dude have him a final kick in the gut, then came over to where I was. Before I knew it, we were making out pretty seriously, kissing, feeling each other up. He was pretty rough about it, but I liked it!!

Before we left, I saw the PK still laying there, watching us. He was crying! I just laughed at him and left with the big dude. That was the night I realized that fighting and blood was a MAJOR turn on!!!! And it was the night I lost my virginity!

What do you think? Am I a freak? Is it wrong to be turned on by the pain and humiliationin others, or does it turn you on as well? Let me know! I love to reward the winner and humiliate the loser!

Yessss...

2012-02-25T20:40:00.000-08:00

You know, come to think of it, I kind of just like the idea of men being killed in front of me, duel or not. I like the idea of being fucked while watching someone slowly dying. What do you think of that?

The Fare - Part Two

2012-02-25T20:16:00.001-08:00

"I've never in my whole life seen anything as savage as that. Or as beautiful."

...continued from Part One!

My heart tried to leap clear out of my throat as he neared. I struggled to move, to get back to my cab and race away. My fear had locked my muscles in place. My body was helpless, unable to obey the commands my mind was screaming at it. As he drew closer I got a better look at him. He was handsome, almost impossibly beautiful. His eyes were large, and in the dark they appeared pitch black, and wild. His features were finely chiseled, and his jaw was square and covered with a dark stubble. His shoulder-length hair was black and disheveled. There were drops and smears of blood all down the front of his shirt and his sleeves. His hands were bloody and raw. He had a fierceness to him, and it seemed the air around him boiled with his expended rage. He stopped about four feet from me, and my mind raced. Was he going to hurt me? I had no idea. A million thoughts tangled themselves in my mind. And then he spoke.

"Did you call the cops?" he asked.

"No. I swear. I just watched. Please don't hurt me. I swear to fucking God I won't tell a soul. Please, just don't hurt me," I pleaded.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, but I gotta get the fuck outta here quick. You get me away from here and I'll make it worth your while," he said.

To this day, I don't know why I did it, but I opened my door and climbed in the car. I hit the automatic lock and told him, "Hurry." He slid into the seat and I turned the key, shifted into drive, and left the parking lot slowly. Once I was out onto the empty road, I swtched on the headlights and raced away as fast as I could. We drove in silence, both of us still in shock. Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and I looked over at him. Even in the darkened cab I could see his face was flushed and still beaded by sweat and smeared in a couple places with blood. Glancing in the rearview mirror, I noticed my own eyes looked wild, like too much white was showing. My face was also flushed and moist with sweat. I could feel it running down my neck again, depsite the icy blast from the air conditioner. My heartbeat had begun to slow from its earlier frantic pace and return to normal.

"Did you kill that man? Was he still breathing? I couldn't tell..." I was almost afraid to ask but I had to know.

"I don't know. I really don't know. I don't think he was...fuck me...fuck me... I messed up bad, miss. I really messed up," he said. "I didn't wanna kill 'em. Fuck, I didn't even wanna fight him, but if I hadn't thrown the first punch it'd be me layin' in that parkin' lot right now." The shock had worn off, and his words gathered some heat to them. "Motherfucker just wouldn't let it go." He was rigid in his seat, staring blankly out the windshield. "How come you didn't call the cops? Or go in the bar and get someone to try and stop us?" he asked.

"So what do I owe you for the cab ride?"

"You really wanna know?" I asked.

"Of course I do. Why else would I ask?"

"I couldn't take my eyes off you, Charlie. I've never in my whole life seen anything as savage as that. Or as beautiful."

"Are you fucking insane? Beautiful? I beat his fucking brains out and you think its fucking beautiful? How fucked up are you, lady?" He seemed completely incredulous.

"Yes, beautiful. Seeing those hands, those strong looking hands, doing something deadly to that man... I couldn't help but wonder how those hands would feel on my body. I wondered if I kissed you would I taste Bobby's blood? My body reacted to that whole scene in the most unexpected way imaginable. I gotta tell ya, Charlie, I'm on fuckin' fire right now!"

For a moment he was silent. Then he turned to me and said calmly, "Ya know, I got kinda hard there toward the end when I knew I had him beat. It was a hell of a rush, I tell ya. You remind me of an ex-girlfriend from way back. She used to incite fights every time we went out 'cause it got her so hot and bothered. She was one wild bitch. I bet you got that fire in you too, honey," he said with a slow smile.

"Well that is true. My daddy said it's why I got red hair. Said in nature, red is a warning, means danger," I smiled back at him.

"Is that right? Maybe that's why I gotta thing for redheads. Say if you're still in the mood there's a motel just a couple miles up the road here..." he trailed off to guage my reaction. Immediately I felt a jolt go through my body at the thought of those deadly hands bringing me pleasure.

"Why Charlie, I thought you'd never ask," I replied with a wink. He grinned as I pulled up to the motel office. A few short minutes later he came out and pointed to the right. I drove the cab to the door he walked up to and backed the it into the parking space.

We didn't make it five steps into the room before clothes were being torn off and we were kissing feverishly. When I was down to just panties he ripped them off of me, picked me up and carried me over to the bed. I finally got to feel those hands, those beautiful, deadly hands, carressing my breasts, hips, thighs. Finally he slid two fingers into my wet, throbbing cunt. Over and over he stroked that wonderful magic spot, until I couldn't contain myself anymore, and my orgasm gripped my whole body and spilled out down his fingers. He withdrew them and traced my lips and nipples with my own juices. He kissed me deeply and sucked my nipples clean. He lifted my hips and brought me to the edge of the bed. He slipped his huge hard cock into me and began to thrust furiously into my drenched pussy. I had never been filled up so completely, never had someone pounding into my flesh with such desperation. Over and over, every position, every square inch of the room, he took me. In between changing positions I sucked his cock, savoring the heady mixture of my cum and his pre-cum, sweet and a little salty, almost like like caramel. When he finally spent himself on my breasts and stomach, he collapsed on top of me, trembling and panting.

"So what do I owe you for the cab ride?" he asked, grinning.

"Mmm I'd say we're square," I smiled back. He gathered me into his arms and kissed me sweetly, and we fell quickly into blissful sleep.

The Fare - Part One

2012-02-23T09:52:00.001-08:00

Lorrie Dee is excited to see another fight!

Another Lorrie Dee fantasy!

The night air was heavy, and still well heated from the day. The humidity was cloying, and the beads of sweat clung to my skin, refusing to evaporate and take with it the heat from my body and add it to the night.

I was sitting in my taxi outside the bar, a dirty little hole-in-the-wall, waiting on my fare. I reached across the seat and opened the glove compartment and pulled out my pack of cigarettes. I removed one long, black cancer-stick from the snug company of its mates, placed the filter in my mouth, and lit the tip with a match. I inhaled the spicy clove smoke and let it fill my lungs. They weren't the kind I usually buy. All my smoking life I've preferred menthols, but thanks to a former lover I often have cravings for clove cigarettes. The spicy aroma, the sweet residue lingering on my lips still takes me back to the long nights of lovemaking, followed by a shared clove cigarette. I can still vividly remember kissing his lips and tasting the honeyed flavor of the cigarettes and the taste of my body on his tongue. Some nights it was its own heady climax, and some nights it fueled me for more passion. I had closed my eyes, picturing my old lover, and let those waves of blissful nostalgia take me out of this damnable heat for a few moments. That's when I heard them.

"Fuck you too, Charlie! All this time I had your back and this is the fucking thanks I get? I should have let Jay fucking kill you when he wanted to!"

I leaned forward to get a better view of what was going on. Two men had exited the bar and were shouting at each other. They looked agitated and intoxicated. A small thrill ran through me as I began to wonder if they were going to fight.

I hadn't seen a real fistfight between two men since my senior year of high school. It was thrilling to see such wanton pugilism, and I began hoping against hope that the events unfolding in the parking lot would take a more violent turn. They were in each other’s face's now, and by the hazy glow of the parking lot lights I could see them a bit better.

They both looked tall, both wearing dark jeans and what appeared to be blue button-down shirts. The man on the left was a little taller than the man on the right, the one the taller man called Charlie. They were shouting, and their simultaneous talking drowned out the actual words, making the entire argument unintelligible.

I reached over into my purse and pulled out my menthol cigarettes. I needed a bigger kick than I was going to get from the cloves. I lit it, and no sooner had I taken my first long drag, the shit hit the fan. Tall guy took a step toward Charlie and stooped down ever so slightly as to nearly press their faces together. Charlie spoke in a low voice and the words drifted clearly and ominously into the heavy air.

"You ought to get out of my face now, Bobby, 'fore I really fuck you up!" His voice was gravelly and thick, saturated with anger and trembled slightly, whether out of rage or fear I wasn't certain.

My own pulse sped up, and my stomach fluttered. I knew it was going to happen now.

Bobby did take a step back. Then another. They stood there like that for what seemed like an eternity. I began to wonder if they were truly going to fight, or if this was just a battle of words and wills. Charlie made a low comment that never reached my ears, and in a split second, drew his left arm back, cocked it, and let loose a jab that connected perfectly with Bobby's face, and rocked his head back, causing him to lose his balance and fall back hard on his ass. Charlie didn't give him any time to recover. He was on him instantly, pounding his fists into Bobby's head and chest, while Bobby feebly tried to block the assault. I could hear Charlie screaming, cussing, heard his fists smacking into Bobby. Each blow landed with a soft wet sound, sometimes coupled with the crunch of bones. Bobby somehow managed to roll over and begin to stand up, but he was teetering and wobbling, completely uncoordinated for the space of a few heartbeats. He shook his head and ran at Charlie.

By this time I had eased out of my cab for a closer view. They began trading blows in earnest, and Bobby now seemed completely unfazed by the initial attack. I was maybe ten feet away from the scene, close enough I could see blood covering Bobby's face and chest, and blood dripped from Charlie's fist every time he brought it up into Bobby's face again. Charlie took a couple quick jabs and countered them with a resounding punch to Bobby's gut. He immediately doubled over and Charlie took that opportunity and kicked Bobby's face, sending him spinning to the ground. Charlie closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye. He straddled Bobby and began to inflict blow after blow to his already broken face. Over and over he pounded those hands into Bobby.

I had never in my life seen such violence up close! This was nothing like the fights I had witnessed as a schoolgirl! This was brutal, animalistic! But I was enrapt. I couldn't take my eyes away from the spectacle before me. My heart was pounding inside my chest, and the muscles in my arms began to twitch in time to Charles’s hammering blows. My breathing was ragged and I could feel a wetness growing between my legs. It seemed as if the temperature rose twenty degrees in those long minutes. Sweat poured from my brow, down my neck, chest, and between my breasts. I could feel each drop as it traced its way down my body. My nipples strained against my shirt, my pussy pulsated and throbbed. The heat inside my body was becoming as unbearable as the heat outside. From where I stood I could see blood pooling around poor Bobby's lifeless form. Charlie must have finally come out of whatever dark trance he had been in and realized with slow horror what he had just done. He stood for a moment, panting, coughing, and finally he began to speak in a low murmur.

"Son of a bitch, son of a bitch," he wheezed. He stood up slowly and stared at his adversary, broken and bleeding on the ground. I couldn't tell if he was still breathing or not. I began to back up slowly toward my cab. The crunch of gravel beneath my feet caused Charlie's head to snap up. He fixed his dark eyes on me, expressionless. Then, in a flash, he began walking swiftly toward me.

...to be continued!

The Joy of Boxing

2012-02-22T08:14:00.000-08:00

Here are some screenshots from an old British boxing movie. It might be old but the universal law still holds true - that there some women who just "lurve" to watch two men knocking the living daylights out of each other!

Brutal, sweaty and sordid............but great fun for the audience!

Especially to ladies like this - who can usually be found on the front row dressed in furs!

And girls like this..................this girl works in the office of the gym but she always makes sure she watchs the fights. She loves it!

The fur clad beauty gasps with escitement at the sheer savage punishment the two men are inflicting on each other.

Ough - right in the belly!

She obviously liked that punch! "Punch in the belly again - just for me" she says "Give him a real bellyache so that he starts crying for his mummy!"

After the fight the office girl can't resist the winners charms. She just can't resist real macho men who fight and win.

She tells him - "When you fight tomorrow night fight for me!"

Unfortunately the guy loses the fight so our heroine makes love to the new winner! Such is life in the boxing game!

Rival Fight! - Part Three

2012-02-17T12:34:00.001-08:00

...continued from Part Two!

We came out with our fists raised and circled each other. I threw a couple of well-aimed punches, but Tom skillfully blocked them. On my third punch, my head felt like it exploded as he hit me with a hard right hook that I never saw coming. He followed that up with a straight jab that instantly bloodied my nose and knocked me to the ground. I could see him standing over me, his cock swinging, telling me to get up and fight.

As I started to get up he kicked me in the gut, but I grabbed his legs and brought him to the ground were we grappled briefly. He hit me several times in the stomach as we clinched, I could feel our hard cocks and balls rubbing together and then sharp pain between my legs as he jammed his fully erect penis into my balls. Sally and Michelle yelled encouragement to both of us.

Fight's about to begin!!!!

As we grappled on the floor I was able to punch his face several times, bloodying his nose and mouth. As our cocks rubbed together I felt my erection growing. It was very erotic grappling in the nude. We rolled on the floor, punching each other at every opportunity. I was finally able to straddle him, with our balls and cocks pressed together. I pummeled him with my fists.

Even though I was on top of him, he was able to punch back, so we traded blow for blow for some minutes, all the while our cocks were rubbing together. I felt wetness on my cock and looked down to see globs of semen erupting from Tom’s penis covering both of our cocks. In the next instant my cock exploded in orgasm shooting my semen all over both of us. Each of us was furious that another man had brought us to orgasm.

Our blows became harder; we each wanted to smash the other’s face even harder as we rolled around on the floor. I could feel our intermingled semen coating our balls and limp cocks as we grappled and punched each other furiously.

The women watched the fight with growing excitement. I could see them both furiously rubbing their vaginas.

We were back on our feet, but Tom had me pinned against one of the haystacks and was punishing me with hard blows to my stomach, sides and face. I was able to get several good punches in to him, but I was getting the worst of the fight. One eye was swollen almost closed and my nose was broken and streaming blood. We both had blood streaming from cuts on our face. Up until this point we had both avoided hitting each other in the balls, as if by some silent agreement.

However, I was getting desperate as I knew I was losing the fight. In a final desperate attempt, I tried to drive my fist into Tom’s balls, but I missed and hit his cock instead, mashing it against his thigh. He yelled in pain and retaliated by driving his knee into my balls, and that didn’t miss. The pain was so intense, I thought I would pass out, but instead fell to the floor clutching my rapidly swelling testicles. Tom tried to kick me in the gut, but I was able to grab his leg and trip him, pulling him down to the ground with me. We grappled some more, rolling over and over as our cocks rubbed together.

Sally and Michelle are really enjoying the fight!

As we struggled for supremacy, I looked over to see that Michelle had stripped to her panties and her and Sally was locked in a passionate embrace kissing each other deeply. The sight of their bare breasts pressing together instantly hardened my cock and had the same effect on Tom.

We were both bloodied pretty badly. I felt his hand clamp onto my cock and he started violently twisting it, nearly bringing tears to my eyes. I grabbed his balls and did likewise. We both screamed out in pain.

By now, Michelle’s panties were off and her face was buried between Sally’s legs. I could hear Sally screaming in orgasm with every blow one of us landed.

...to be continued!

Bruce Lee!

2012-02-17T09:29:00.001-08:00

It's a lucky woman who has two men fighting for her, but imagine if one of those men was Bruce fucking Lee!

Rival Fight! - Part Two

2012-02-17T08:39:00.000-08:00

Sally is excited for the fight!!!!

...continued from Part One!

The three of us met in a neutral location the next day to agree to the terms and conditions of the fight.

When we met, Tom stepped up to me, put his face inches from mine and formally challenged me to fight him over Sally. We agreed to a bare knuckle fistfight. Since we were fighting over a woman, we agreed to fight in the nude. There would be no rounds and no submission. Once the fight started, it would only end when one man was left unconscious. We agreed the loser would go away and never call Sally again.

We set a date two weeks hence for the fight to give us both time to work out and train. On a hot sultry evening in August, the three of us were to meet at the barn. Tom and I were to arrive separately, in our own cars. Sally would be driven there by her friend Michelle, who was a nurse. Michelle would be there to render whatever medical assistance might be needed as it was anticipated we would both take pretty bad beatings.

Fighting bare knuckled with no rules, we knew there was a chance of serious injury, possibly even death. We had suggested a refereed boxing match with 8 oz. gloves, but Sally insisted on us fighting like real men.

I arrived first.

The barn was empty, save for some bales of hay that had been arranged to enclose an eight foot by eight foot fighting arena. There would be little room for us to back away from each other. A single light bulb hung down from the rafters, casting a dim light over the area. It was quite warm and I was already beginning to sweat. Our nude bodies would probably be slippery with sweat before the first punch was thrown. It would be extremely difficult for either man to pin or hold the other. I felt a growing knot of fear in the pit of my stomach. I could also feel my cock getting hard at the prospect of fighting over Sally. She had insisted that since the fight would determine that one of us would leave and never have sex with her again, that she wanted to have sex with both of us in the days before the fight. Strangely, I was reviled, yet turned on at sharing Sally’s sexual favors.

Naked grappling

After seeing a movie in which two men wrestled in the nude over a woman, she decided she wanted to see us in a preliminary test of strength. No blows, just nude grappling. We did it on the floor of our bedroom. The three of us stripped nude. Sally then carefully and sensuously oiled our bodies. Both our penises were standing straight out. We grappled on the floor with our cocks and balls rubbing together. I was surprised to feel myself on the verge of coming, as was Tom. We both had small amounts of pre-cum dripping from our cocks.

When Sally saw the tiny specks of fluid, she made us stop wrestling and lay on her side, spreading her legs and motioning the two of us to enter her. We were both so hot for her sex that we did not mind feeling our cocks together. Tom entered her from the front, and I entered from the back. Both of our stiff members slipped effortlessly into her soaking wet vagina. We exploded in simultaneous orgasms within a minute.

But now it was the night of the fight. I saw a pair of headlights coming up the lane, it was Tom. He got out of his car and walked to the barn. Surveying the fight arena.

“So this is it huh?”

I replied, “Yep. We’ll settle this man to man tonight. One of us and only one of us is walking out of here tonight with Sally.”

A few minutes later, another set of headlights appeared and it was Michelle’s car. She and Sally got out. Sally was wearing a robe and she wordlessly walked over to fight arena and told us to come in. We faced each other from opposite corners with Sally in the center. She told us to strip as she took off her robe, and stood there completely nude, her nipples erect and the inside of her thighs already glistening with her sex juices.

Tom and I wordlessly removed our shirts and shorts, our cocks were standing straight out. Sally went to each of us in turn and kissed us, then let us fondle her tits. She repeated the terms of the fight. We would fight with no rounds, if a man went down the fight continued on the ground. There would be no tapping out or submitting. If a man stopped fighting, the other man would beat him unconscious. The fight only ended when one man was knocked out.

Michelle, the nurse.
Just in case someone needs medical attention!

There is great sexual arousal at dominating another male, especially in a fight over a woman. A woman’s sexual favors are the ultimate object for two men to fight over. Seeing the size of his arms, I knew I was in for a hard fight and probably a bad beating. His cock was very large, bigger than mine. He was easily 9” with the full erection, while my rod was barely 8”.

Sally stepped to the side with Michelle and yelled, “Fight!”

...to be continued!

Rival Fight! - Part One

2012-02-16T09:14:00.000-08:00

Heading outside to watch the fight!

Back in 1995, I was living with Sally in a nice suburban community near Atlanta, Georgia. I was 28, in pretty good shape, 6’1”, 195 lbs. Sally was 38 at the time, 5’6”, 120 lbs and really nice, firm 34 C breasts. We had been dating for almost a year and living together for only a month or so. I knew she had dated Tom for almost two years in a very intensely physical relationship. Tom was also 28 (she was into younger guys and was hot enough to get them) 6’0” and weighed about 200 lbs. He was also very muscular, worked out regularly, etc. I knew he had been calling her and trying to get back together. What I did not know at the time was that she had met with him recently.

One night we were out at a local dance club and we heard some loud voices from the center of the dance floor. Two guys, probably in their early 30s were nose to nose and shouting at each other. Both were about 6’ and very well-muscled. One was a blond haired guy with a crew cut and the other had dark, somewhat longer hair. A petite, attractive woman was between them, trying to calm them down. It soon became apparent the crew cut guy was the woman’s ex and the dark haired guy was her current man. They started shoving each other and just as one started to take a swing; two bouncers got between them and broke it up.

One of the guys yelled, “OK, let’s take it outside!”

A fairly large crowd followed the two out the door. Sally was almost beside herself, I could tell she was getting turned on. She got up and said, “Come on! Let’s go see them fight!”

The crowd headed toward a vacant field adjacent to the club and formed a circle around the two men. By this time the woman at the center of the rivalry was beginning to enjoy the unfolding spectacle, two muscular men, both of whom she had had sex with at one time or another, shirtless and getting ready to fight over her. She announced she would be leaving with the winner.

The two fighters put up their fists and began cautiously circling each other. The crowd was egging them on when suddenly Sally yelled out above the rest, “Come on and fight! Are you real men or wimps?! Lets’ see some blood!”

With that, the two fighters threw down and immediately started trading rapid, hard blows. Crew cut drew first blood with a hard right hook that smashed into the side of the other guy’s mouth with a loud wet smacking sound instantly drawing a stream of blood from the corner of his mouth. At the first sight of blood Sally grabbed my arm and said how manly they were. She whispered to me and told me her panties were soaking wet and wished it was me in there fighting over her.

Meanwhile the fight grew more intense. Both fighters were now bloodied; the dark haired guy had blood streaming out of his nose in addition to his busted lip. The woman was yelling at him (I think she called him Wayne) to fight like a man if he wanted to keep her pussy.

Crew cut had one eye swollen shut and a bloody nose. The two men grappled and rolled on the ground, each pounding his fist into the other man at every chance. Finally, Wayne got on top of crew cut and started hammering his opponents face, raining blows down in rapid succession. Crew cut’s face looked like hamburger; Wayne was bloodied and spattered with his opponent’s blood. It was also obvious that he had a huge erection. He left victorious with the woman on his arm while his vanquished rival lay beaten on the ground.

Caught on video!

Sally could hardly wait for us to get home. We practically ripped each other’s clothes off as we headed to the bedroom. She pulled me down on top of her and spread her legs in one motion, my erect cock slid easily into her soaking wet vagina. I don’t know whether I was turned on by the fight or by how much it turned Sally on. I sensed one thing for sure: I would sooner rather than later have to fight over Sally and I was both a little frightened and turned on. The entire time we were having sex, Sally kept telling me how much it would turn her on to see me fight over her. When I described how I would fight a rival for her, she screamed out in an explosive orgasm.

After we recovered, Sally got on top of me and started rubbing her wet pussy against my cock which was beginning to rise again. She then told me about meeting Tom earlier that week. He convinced her to meet him for drinks and he told her how much he missed her and wanted her back. She told him she was living with me, but admitted she was still very much attracted to him. She said they could maybe see each other on the side, but Tom vetoed that right away. He said it was neither the honorable nor the manly way to deal with the situation. He wanted a woman who belonged to another man and the only honorable way to deal with that would be to challenge me to a fight over her. Sally confessed that she got in Tom’s car and they had “made out.” She had let Tom fondle her tits and get her off with his fingers, and then she jerked him off.

By the time she finished the story, my cock and gotten hard again and slipped into her vagina which was slipper with her love juices and my semen from our earlier session. She told me she wanted me to fight for her. I was turned on now and wanted to fight Tom. There are few emotions stronger than the pure animal rivalry between two males over a female. A man’s instinct to fight another man over a woman is one of the most basic, primal instincts. Overcoming society’s suppression of this instinct is difficult, but once accomplished, frees a real man to act in accordance with nature. Sally’s grandparents had a farm out in the country about 15 miles away. A barn on the property would be the perfect location for the fight; it was remote and had a hard packed dirt floor…

…to be continued!

Marisa Miller loves to watch men fight!!!

2012-02-15T10:21:00.000-08:00

Check out this clip from Conan O'Brien, an interview with stunning supermodel Marisa Miller. I love how Conan has trouble focusing once she walks on stage, funny stuff. Early on in the interview she talks about how much she loves sports, especially boxing, and seems especially excited by an incredible knockout she had recently seen.

Barefoot Lisa - Part Two

2012-02-15T08:52:00.000-08:00

"Hit the loser again! I love it!"

...continued from Part One!

Steve doesn’t waste time. He punches Graham hard in the stomach, doubling him over. Graham hits the ground, breath coming out in a rush.

Lisa squeals in delight, clapping her hands and perching up on her toes as he falls to his knees.

Steve - normally the type to let it end there and claim a one-punch victory - sees how much she’s enjoying herself, and reaches for Graham again, pulling him to his feet and backhands him. Hard. His nose is gushing blood.

Through the intense pain, Graham can hear Lisa giggling and looks in her direction in hopes of some support. Instead, she’s acting like a cheerleader, her breasts bouncing with every excited jump!

"Gee, guess he was right!" she squeals. "He really can whip your ass!" Her giggles then turn into unabashed, uncontrolled laughter.

Graham stumbles, tries to land a punch, but it’s useless. Steve hits him again, and he lands hard at Lisa's feet.

The toe ring on her middle toe cuts into his cheek. "God, get up, you wimp!" she urges, her sexy tan legs and tingling pussy inches from his bloody and bruised face. "Are you a man or aren't you?"

He struggles, but instead falls back on all fours, starting to cry quietly. “W-we were j-just goofing off. Having a g-g-good time, until you showed up…”

She kneels down to is face. "Hey," she says sweetly, putting her hands gently on his back, hoping to get his attention. "You know what?"

"W-W-What?" he sobs.

"I kinda hoped you would be the loser!"

Steve then comes over to Lisa, grabbing her by the ass and pulling her hard to him, kissing her deeply, which she readily reciprocates with an open mouth and wet tongue.

"Come on, baby," she says, gazing into his eyes. "Hit the loser again. I love it!"

"Anything, baby," he grins. He then immediately reaches for Graham, who goes limp until jolted by a shot to the ribs, feeling them crunch as he spits up blood.

"Yes!" bellows Lisa. "Hit the unworthy weasel again! Again!"

With every punch that lands, she screams as if in ecstasy. She is no longer holding back, or playing coy – not caring that Graham isn't even fighting back anymore.

Finally, Steve throws Graham back to the ground.

"I wish all my girlfriends were here, so they could all see what a wimp and a loser he is!" she says. "He ain't fit to lick my toes!"

She looks down at her feet, raising her up toes, painted blood red and adorned with a toe ring on the middle toe of each foot and an anklet on her right angle and a confederate flag tat on the other. She sees, for the first time, the trail of blood from the cut her toe ring made on Graham's cheek. "Hmm," she ponders. "That's an idea."

She looks at Steve. "He got blood on my friggin' feet! Make him suck them clean!" she giggles.

“Don’t do this, man,” Graham groans. “We’re buddies, remember?”

But Steve is already reaching for Graham, pulling him up by his throat, forcing him to his knees.

"Lick my feet clean, you loser!" she demands. "How dare you get your blood on my pretty feet! All you are good for is to lick my feet, or any girl's feet!"

Graham's head is forced down to her feet, and even lower - into the grass - where all he can see are the tips of her toes. Steve pulls his head back up and presses it into her foot, which is already slightly arched and waiting, with toes raised.

"Pick her feet up, one at a time, and bring them to your mouth!" Steve yells, his fingers tight against Graham’s throat.

Lisa, for her part, gently puts her hair behind one ear.

Graham reaches out, trembling, and does as he is told. He see the traces of his blood, and brings it to his mouth, kisses the top and starts to put it back down.

"No!" she cries out. "I said lick it, you idiot!"

Steve shifts his hands to back of Graham's neck in a death grip.

Graham’s tongue slides out, and swirls around one toe.

"You were wonderful!"

"Eeewww!" cries an almost orgasmic Lisa. "I can't believe you’re actually doing it, dude!"

As Graham continues, he feels the metallic taste of his blood, the dirt from the park, and then begins to gasp for air. He is having a panic attack, or maybe a seizure. Maybe both.

Lisa and her hero don't want to wait to find out. With one last kick to the head, Steve grabs Lisa and together they get in his pick-up truck, laughing and fondling.

“You were wonderful!” she says, lifting up her shirt for her bare breasts to come falling out.

Graham gasps! He’s never seen a seventeen-year old with tits like this, god damn! He begins salivating immediately.

Meanwhile, Graham… Eh, who gives a shit about that loser?

Barefoot Lisa - Part One

2012-02-14T10:20:00.000-08:00

Let me know what you think of Lisa! I love her, of course, and the author wants to turn her into a recurring character!

*****

Dressed in Daisy Dukes and a blue halter top, Lisa - a 17-year-old who has given herself the day off from her third high school in two years - walks through the wooded path leading to the back of the park.

Carrying her leather flip-flops, her bare footsteps are slow as her long, brown hair swishes at her back. Her halter top barely conceals her breasts as they strain the fabric. Aside from a ring though her belly-button, her tummy is bare as her blue shorts come to just her hips. Her near-perfect ass swells below where the legs cut off.

Singing a Taylor Swift song in her head, her feet crunches the leaves and echoes through the still air. She feels peaceful, that her truancy is safe for another day in this secluded place, when suddenly she hears some noises.

In the clearing, two men appear to be in the throes of a fight. Muscular and tattooed arms thrust against each other, as punch after punch falls but fails to do much damage either way.

Wide-eyed, Lisa grins, her heartbeat increasing! She has seen better fights,but ever since being transferred to the local Christian Academy, she has not seen a skirmish like this in months! She watches, enthralled at the display of manly combat, perched on toes from a safe distance. She feels her breasts swell and her nipples harden, her pussy tingling and becoming wet.

She is therefore sorely disappointed when they not only stop, but get up laughing and shaking hands, exchanging money! This won’t do at all! Something must be done!

"Hey, boys!” she calls to them. “Nice fighting, there!"

She walks toward them, hips swaying, standing next to the smaller one, whose name is Graham. She touches his arm with her soft fingers - nails painted red, like her toes - smiling and running her hands down his arm. Then she smiles at the other one, whose name is Steve, and pushes her breasts forward. The nipples poke through the fabric like tiny beads. She rubs against his arm, her breasts trailing it.

The men are silent, in shick, mouths dry, taking her in from foot to face and back again.

"Gee,” she says to Graham, blowing a bubble. “You sure were whipping his butt good!"

Graham grins, but Steve immediately interjects: "The hell he was! I can whip his ass anytime. I just went easy this time, that’s all!"

Lisa smiles, chewing her gum, and turns to Graham. She wraps her arms around his neck and whispers: "Are you gonna let him talk to you like that in front of me?"

“The fuck I am!” Graham shakes his head and spits, stepping chest-chest with Steve. The two aren’t grinning anymore.

"Is that right?" shouts Steve.

"Yeah, that's right, mother fucker!"

Tee-hee! Lisa slips out of the way, smiling wide, dropping her flip-flops and clutching the blades of grass between her long toes to ease the nearly orgasmic feeling. Oh, this should be good!

…to be continued!

A Birthday Gift for Arabella - Part Four

2012-02-13T10:27:00.000-08:00

…continued from Part Three!

The knife clattered on the cage floor behind him as the man rushed to get it, but his opponent managed to climb onto his feet once again and jumped onto the man’s back as he bent down to get the knife.

Now it was fast and furious and the action was difficult to follow. Each man knew that only one could survive and each wanted to be that one!

They rolled over and over, grunting and punching – kicking and slashing. At one point, one of the men pinioned the other to the floor and managed to sit his bare ass on the other man’s face – then he grabbed his opponents testicles. He had possession of the knife and it was obvious what he was going to do.

Ringside, the general was beside himself with bloodlust! The blood on his wife’s lovely breasts had aroused the primeval beast in him!

“That’s it!” he shouted. “Cut the bastard's balls right off! Go on! Do it! Do it!”

Arabella beside him just stared in disbelief as she realized she was about to see a man get castrated!

Suddenly, the would-be castrator dropped the knife and screamed in agony. He clutched his crotch and rolled off the other man – blood bubbling between his finger for the man beneath him had managed somehow to bite him in the scrotum – really hard –rupturing one his testicles.

This brutal act somehow released the primitive animal in the fair Arabella. She jumped up screaming:

“Kill him! Kill him! Kill him! Do it now! Do it now!”

The hot spurts brought a new marvelous sexual sensation to her.

Her parents - instead of being horrified by this unladylike behavior - actually applauded her!

The man in the cage scarcely needed such encouragement! He looked down with hatred at his opponent rolling round at his feet. He knew he had won the fight and that he would live. But he didn’t intend to give his opponent as swift merciful death – far from it!

Besides, he wanted to give pleasure to this lovely girl outside the ring. He knew he would never be allowed to have sex with such a lovely female creature, of course, otherwise the general would order to have his balls chopped off as well! But he could give her pleasure by slowly killing his opponent - right there - right before her pretty blue eyes. To make sure she got a good close-up view of the tortures he was about to inflict on the other man, he dragged him to the side of the cage nearest the girl. Here he pulled the screaming man to his feet and started to slash him up with the razor-sharp knife. He was standing behind his victim with the girl just beyond the cage bars looking up at them in awe and expectation. As he slashed his knife slowly – almost obscenely – over the man’s chest and belly – he felt like he was carving up a side of raw meat! Which in effect he was!

The blood spurted out in great gouts – splattering Arabella’s dress. Her father shouted to her:

“Don’t spoil your dress – take it off! Take it off!”

For a moment she just stared at her father – then she pulled her dress off as quickly as she could. In a trice she was down to her corsets but she didn’t stop there. She didn’t stop until she was completely naked. Her father caught his breath - staring at the his daughter’s beautiful body with almost incestuous lust.

As for the man in the cage – he stopped also what he was doing and stared in wonder at her heavenly figure and lovely face. Somehow the sight of her – now completely naked - made him even more savage and brutal as he resumed slashing his opponent – but this time without any control. He gave the wretch – still screaming and writhing – death by a thousand cuts – all over his chest, belly and thighs.

The warm blood jetted out in front - over the naked body of that lovely girl who now fell onto her knees and smeared it over herself. The warm stickiness aroused strange deep primeval sensations from within her. The feelings were so strong they almost frightened her but they felt heavenly and uncontrollable. She knew she had no choice but to give herself up to them.

The General got lucky that night!

Arabella was too young to know about orgasms but that is what she was having. She sensuously lifted her arms above her head and let the endless spurts of blood shoot over her swollen breasts, belly and thighs. The hot spurts brought a new marvelous sexual sensation to her. Her breasts were so excited and hard she thought her nipples would explode from her body like corks from a bottle! Her body was swaying uncontrollably.

In the ring, the man with the knife continued with his slaughterhouse work – he also was having an orgasm – as indeed were the general and lady wife!

As the man in the cage saw the girl was fast reaching orgasm he decided to give her one final “treat”. He brought his knife down to the other man’s belly button – rammed in it hard and then slowly – agonizingly - slid it right across the man’s belly, disemboweling him!

Arabella saw the crimson slit in the man’s belly widen and something resembling blue scarlet snakes bulge out. His guts were falling out!. A moment later the entrails slithered out of the man’s belly completely and piled up – writhing and steaming in an obscene heap on the cage floor. At the same moment – covered from head to foot in blood and gore – the lovely Arabella had her very first orgasm.

As he saw her body’s reactions, the victor in the cage felt his own swollen testicles finally shoot out their hot load of sperm all over the man’s back in front of him.

The general reached his sweaty fingers deep inside his wife’s bodice and felt her breasts – already large in their natural state, but now filled out and hard like two balloons blown up to capacity fullness. He rubbed his fingers over her hard nipple - swollen to the size of a walnut. She gave short gasp of excitement and pain as he did so.

Arabella on her wedding day.

Then he looked at his daughter and his body was unable to hold back the waves of lust any longer. His wife realized what he was thinking, so deciding to give him an extra thrill, she parted her lips and whispered in his ear: “Oh yes, daddy! Oh yes, I love you, daddy!” With a loud groan, his massive body shuddered as his swollen cock pumped out his seed all over his thighs - the lust which he now felt for his wife and daughter both.

To finish the story off, the victor joined the general’s army, proved himself in battle many times, and as a reward, married the general’s daughter, the lovely heroine of our tale, Arabella!

End.

I Gotta Get These Splattered in Someone's Blood!

2012-02-10T13:49:00.001-08:00

A Birthday Gift for Arabella - Part Three

2012-02-09T08:31:00.000-08:00

...continued from Part Two!

Later that afternoon – refreshed from their meal – the general and his ladies returned to the prison. As they walked across the courtyard they saw the guards pouring sand onto the pools of blood.

Inside the prison, they were taken to a special room in which was a large cage. The general, his wife and daughter were given some comfortable seats near the cage. There were other rows of seats available but they were now empty as this was to be a special “presentation” for the governor’s party only.

Arabella and her mother were interested to see the fight. During dinner the “wicked” general had been regaling them with all sorts of gory anecdotes about Roman style gladiatorial fighting… nicely designed to whip up their blood! And he had succeeded!

Now the two prisoners were brought into the cage – still completely naked. As the cage doors were opened, the governor of the prison told them in a loud voice:

“The general in his mercy – and because it’s his daughter’s birthday - will allow one man to live today! That man is to be one of you! To win that privilege, one of you must the kill the other… so go to it!”

And with that, two guards shoved the men into the cage and locked the doors. For a moment the two massively built men – their muscles bulging like bulls in heat – stared at the lovely girl once again looking expectantly at them from the front row – the girl they were to fight to the death over.

There were two objects in the middle of the cage. One was a razor sharp knife – the other a length of chain.

Screaming like raging beasts, they both rushed for the knife as the more deadly weapon. Their hands met on the knife and for a few seconds they were struggling to tear it out of each other hands. Already – the fight scarce begun – the lovely Arabella felt her body tingling with excitement!

“Oooh!” she cooed.

One of the men managed to keep possession of the weapon. The other man backed away, grabbed the chain and quickly started swinging it round his head. The man with the knife lunged forward for an early kill. No such luck as the chain struck him across his hairy sweating chest tearing off a four inches of skin – blood spurting out!

The man bellowed in rage and pain. He fell on his knees, but still clutched the knife. His opponent now swung the chain to bring it down across the man’s back. With luck his spine would snap, but the man with the knife swung viciously upwards just before the chain began its deadly descent and slashed the razor sharp knife into the other mans thigh. Now it was his turn to scream, as a jet of crimson blood shot out and splattered across the cage bars.

A huge spray of blood splattered beyond over the low-cut dresses of the ladies. Their large breasts – almost heaving out of their bodices – were awash with spilt blood!

The general’s wife reacted in horrorified fascination as she stared down at the small rivulets of still-warm blood running between her bulging breasts.

She is really, really enjoying this!

“Tut tut” said the general, as if it was no more than some spilt wine! “Let me wipe it off, my love!” He pulled out his handkerchief and started rubbing it over her heaving bosom. The combination of the warm blood and her husband’s gentle ministrations made her feel very peculiar………but very nice – especially between her thighs! Before she realized it she found her hand clutching his thigh with sexual arousal. She slid her hand upwards and distinctly felt the bulge of his quickly stiffening manhood in his crotch!

As for Arabella - she stared down at her blood soaked bosom with wide innocent eyes. But then she looked up at the marvelous spectacle being played out for her enjoyment.

The stabbed man had fallen back against the cage bars while the knife man came charging in for the kill. As his opponent charged, he quickly wrapped the chain round one fist. At the last moment, he swung aside and the other mans knife missed him and went spinning harmlessly outside the cage. At almost the same instant, the chain man brought his brutal chain “boxing glove” right up into the other man’s belly – literally lifting him off his feet! Totally winded the man collapsed in agony on the cage floor - but his opponent had now no knife to finish him off!

Arabella – almost without thinking – rushed across to where the knife lay on the floor. She snatched it up – then she did something which astonished the man in the cage. She kissed the bloody blade and gave him a wicked coquettish smile as only teenage girls can do. Then she tossed the knife back into the cage. She deliberately tossed it beyond the man’s reach – so the man wouldn’t be able to finish off his opponent too soon. This fight was fun to watch and Arabella didn’t want it to end too quickly!

Neither do I! To be continued!!!!!

A Birthday Gift for Arabella - Part Two

2012-02-08T08:51:00.000-08:00

Arabella and her mother.

…continued from Part One!

The General rode in his stately carriage to the prison. Accompanying him were his wife and daughter, Arabella. Both ladies were dressed in their finery – beautiful dresses – tight at the waist to emphasize their hips and magnificent bosoms! They each had a white parasol to keep off the noonday sun.

The prison guards – brutal sadists to a man! – couldn’t help staring at these visions of feminine loveliness – especially here in this grim male-only setting.

Some seats were set up at one side of the prison courtyard for the general and his ladies. When they were seated and cooling drinks had been served, the general ordered the governor to bring out the prisoners.

With the clanking of chains and leg irons, the wretched men were brought out – accompanied by many blows from the guard’s rifle butts. Soon they were lined up in ragged lines in the yard and facing the little group on the chairs. If the guards had been surprised by the presence of ladies, then the prisoners can only be described as stunned! They had not seen any women for months – only the blood and horror of battlefields. So to see these two women – especially the teenage girl – was like a sight of paradise. A paradise they would never enter, needless to say!!

Arabella and her mother immediately pulled out their white handkerchiefs and put them to their noses.

“Egh!” whispered Arabella. “They stink like pigs in mud!”

Her father threw back his bearded head and laughed. “What do you expect my love?” he asked. “They haven’t had a bath in weeks. But now it’s for you Arabella to pick out the two men you want to fight each other!”

“But how do I do that, papa?” she replied.

“Simple – you just have to go up and down the lines and pick out the two you want!”

Arabella stood up and – accompanied by both her parents – walked up the nearest line of wretched men. As she did so, she casually and slowly twirled her parasol between her delicate fingers like the perfect little coquette she was! In her other hand she still held her handkerchief against her pretty nose.

But after a few moments she stopped. She turned to the general in consternation.

“But, papa!” she pleaded winsomely. “How can I pick out the strongest ones if they are still wearing their prison rags?”

Her father smiled to himself – in truth he had been rather hoping his fair daughter would ask this obvious question.

“That’s soon solved my pet” he answered and turning to the governor he told him to order the prisoners to strip off… completely naked!

His wife gave a startled look, but then smiled with guilty pleasure.

But the men - even though they were wretched almost beyond belief - couldn’t quite comprehend the order. They had no compunction about stripping naked……….but in front of these two lovely ladies!

However a few vicious blows from the guards soon got them to change their minds! To deter further punishment, the men tore off their clothes in wild abandon. Within a few seconds they were all standing in the nude.

The general turned to the governor again. “Now tell them to stand to attention – stomachs in and chests out like real soldiers!”

The order was duly given. Then the general turned to his fair companion again.

“Now, my love,” he said – his voice all gentleness. “Walk up and down the lines and make your pick – take your time and pick out two good specimens who will fight like cockerels to save their miserable lives!”

Arabella smiled in shy acknowledgement of her beloved father’s request. For her, this was going to be fun! She couldn’t wait to tell her girl companions at the ladies finishing school she went to!

So Arabella walked slowly up and down the lines – looking up and down the bodies of the wretched men. Each man there knew what would be the fate of the men not chosen! So even though they reddened with embarrassment before this beautiful girl, each man tried to stick his chest out as far as possible to appear the strongest. As for Arabella – at first she was shocked at the complete nakedness of the prisoners. It was the first time she had actually seen a naked man. She was prepared to be shocked, but she had never imagined the naked male body looked that gross!

Some the wretches were not able to control their sexual lust when confronted by this vision of feminine loveliness and immediately sprang “erections”! The first time this happened Arabella was shocked beyond belief. She gave a stifled scream and turned away in sheer disgust at the seven inches of uncontrollable male lust now throbbing away with unassuaged desire in front of her!

Immediately some guards rushed up. One of them with a roar of rage rammed the butt of his rifle right into the man’s groin. Then they dragged him kicking and screaming back into the prison. Here – out of sight – from the ladies – he was clubbed to death for his insulting behavior.

Unfortunately for Arabella this distressing scene was to be repeated a few times.

But finally her quest came to an end. She came to two men who were broader in the shoulders and built like bullocks. She immediately called her father over. When he saw them, he commended her choice.

This is what I was doing while reading this story. Thanks, Tim!

“Magnificent choice, my child!” he told her .“ Magnificent!”

Then he turned to the governor waiting at his side. “Has the room been prepared where the fight is to take place?”

“Yes, my general,” the governor replied.

“Good – we will go back to the palace for some refreshment, and later we will return to see these two “gladiators” fight each other to death! And as for this human garbage…” And here the general indicated the rows and rows of naked wretches “…show them the reward for not having the courage to die on the battlefield! Kill them, all of them! Don’t allow one to escape!”

A collective howl went up from the men when they knew their hour had come.

The general’s terrible order was carried out there and then. As the carriage rode away with the general and his womenfolk they could hear the repeated sound of rifle shots as the guards shot down into the yard - killing the naked men off like flies. Arabella craned her neck, watching with fascination. She then turned to her proud father, such a powerful man! The ability to end so many lives with a single command!

The general’s wife was also enraptured by her husband’s power. She gazed lovingly at her husband, running a hand along the inside of his leg. As the screams echoed from the encampment, she leaned in and gave the general a very deep, passionate kiss, which he readily reciprocated!

As for the prisoners, they were piled up in writhing heaps of the dead and wounded. The sadistic guards loved every moment of that savage slaughter. An hour later the bodies were heaped onto wagons and trundled out to a nearby ravine and thrown in like so much disposable waste.

…to be continued!

A Birthday Gift for Arabella - Part One

2012-02-07T09:18:00.000-08:00

Young Arabella

The war had been long, bitter and bloody, but the end had finally come. The winning country had won through the savage but brilliant tactics of one General Zanoff – a lion of a man and still active and virile at 65 years of age.

During the campaign, his orders had been simple but fair. All women and children of the enemy were to be spared at all times, but the enemy soldiers taken prisoner were to be killed out of hand. The good general did not believe in sparing the enemy. He believed in the savage doctrine of survival of the fittest with all his being. When critics talked of “humanity,” he merely scoffed and told his critics to look at Nature in the raw, then tell him if there was any “humanity” there! Needless to say, this always silenced his critics!

His beliefs were also held by many others, including his good lady wife and his lovely daughter, Arabella, now all of 18 years of age.

Indeed, his beliefs seemed to be vindicated by the eventual victory of his country. Yet more glorious renown was showered on him – not to mention more medals pinned to his broad, manly chest.

Arabella had always loved and admired her father as most daughters do. In fact she loved all things military and during the campaigns she had followed the grim ebb and tide of war with fascination and interest. As a child she especially loved to hear stories of hard fought battles – often hand to hand and bayonet to bayonet – especially if recounted by her father. When he would describe (in great gory detail) a story of war, his eyes would shine with unadulterated battle lust!

After his story was finished he would tell her:

“I love war and fighting - my god is the god Mars!”

The General

His lovely, little daughter loved him when he spoke like this and she would jump up and down applauding his savage enthusiasm for war and carnage.

As she grew older, her interest in war increased, fed by her reading of chivalric stories of war and conflict like The Iliad. In fact, in her heart she longed for a new war to break out so she could savour the majesty and might of male-on-male conflict first hand!

And now this current war had afforded her the opportunity. Often she accompanied her father to a hill overlooking the latest field of battle. Up there – safe from danger herself – and sitting on her magnificent white stallion, she would marvel at the spectacle of thousands of men on both sides shooting, bayoneting and killing each other. Best of all, she liked to watch hand-to-hand fighting. She loved to see the bravery of soldiers - on both sides - as they fought for male supremacy through sheer muscular strength and endurance.

Her father – the general – always sent into the front line as many troops as he could. He had no care for how many men were killed in this primitive battle tactic – his only aim was to win at all costs. Arabella marveled at how cheaply he held the lives of his men.

“They’re cannon fodder,” he told her. “Not one of them is worth a single hair on your pretty head, my sweet!”

He could not abide deserters and cowards who ran from the field. His standing order was that such men were to be rounded up and shot out of hand. Arabella also was sickened by men who were cowards.

But now we come to the main part of this story. In the last battle over 100 prisoners had been taken. It was – as we stated – the policy that all prisoners were to be killed but as it was to be his daughters 18th birthday, he decided to spare one prisoner. A truly magnanimous gesture from such a fierce warlike man!

But how to choose which prisoner was to survive? Finally, at the suggestion of his wife, the general decided that his daughter would do the choosing.

…to be continued!

Losing By a Long Stretch - Part Three

2012-02-06T11:01:00.000-08:00

I could hear them both laugh and whisper, poking fun at my crumpled body.

…continued from Part Two!

I could feel him stretch my skin, causing a burning sensation.

“No pull the skin back! He’s tight, Harvey!” Faye added. True, she carefully managed to notice that my foreskin was incredibly tight, where I am unable to retract it.

Quickly, rather than stretching and pulling it forward, Harvey began to turn his grip in the opposite direction, taking the skin back over my crown. I screamed out: “I give!!!” in order to concede the fight; but as he was just about to relinquish his grip, Faye yelled, “Carry on! I want to see it split!”

I was helpless as he continued to punish my cock, with my foreskin growing ever tighter as he pulled it backwards. I could feel his fetid breath on the side of my face as he began to torture my depleted body. He placed his hand over my mouth to muffle my cries as he continued to pull my foreskin back, Linda shouted out “..leave him, I wanna hear him beg!” soon followed by Faye encouraging Harvey to go further and “take his skin off!”

"I wanna hear him beg!"

I could feel a slight tear to my foreskin opening as it slipped further behind my swollen crown. Harvey relaxed his grip around my waist, swiftly kicking me across the room with his powerful legs. I rolled in an undignified heap, coming to a standstill at the base of the sofa where the two women were seated. I groaned in agony as the kick managed to significantly wind me from behind. My arms were trapped beneath my body and my face wedged between the feet of Linda. I could hear them both laugh and whisper, poking fun at my crumpled body. By now my cock lay flaccid on the side of my thigh; my foreskin was fully retracted behind my crown, coiled and twisted so tightly around my cock. I desperately tried to pull it forward as the pain was immense.

“Leave it alone, unless you want more fucking punishment,” Harvey barked.

In order to save myself from another beating, I lay supine and submissive as told. In between groans of pain, I tried to catch my breath and take stock of the situation, begging him to stop. He stood over me now, snarling and goading me.

“Not so fucking mouthy now, are we?” he asked.

Passively, I agreed. I felt a feminine foot begin to rub over my waist and thigh, as though it was searching for something. Then, it carefully pressed onto my exposed crown, slowly pushing it painfully further into my thigh. I cried in agony as I was not used to the sensation of touch against the tip.

“He’s had enough girls, get the fucker out of here.”

Relief, I thought, my suffering had come to an end! As I slowly rose to my feet, again I tried to manoeuvre my foreskin back to its rightful position.

"Get dressed and get out."

“Leave it, arsehole! Get dressed and get out!” he barked again.

Quickly, I managed to scrabble on my clothes in an attempt to leave the house.

After finally retrieving my shoes and car keys, I fled downstairs to make a quick and somewhat hasty exit. I slid into my car seat and reversed the car away from the house, heart pounding ten to the dozen. After about 10 minutes of frantic driving, I managed to find a quiet spot in a disused factory where I could park the car. Handbrake on, I pulled down my trousers, and then carefully eased my foreskin forward. The relief was immense with the pain of a steel cable being released from my bruised and bloodied cock. I lit a cigarette to calm my nerves, quietly thinking that I will forego sex for a while.

It was not a good day for me, not by a long stretch.

The End

Gladitorial Games

2012-02-03T23:43:00.001-08:00

I know that some of the women who read this blog do not particularly care for the level of violence that the above represents, and to them, I say that I pray for your indulgence. Nevertheless, there are at least millions of women who openly express their love for watching fights to the death.

Facebook is repleat with examples of women who have liked or favorited the key films and TV shows in this genre, such as "300," "Gladiator," and the wildly popular cable series, "Spartacus." Their commentary online indicates that they are not squeamish or reticent about the contests to the death and gore they are seeing.

As one can see from the reaction of some of the men who frequent this board, including myself, we find this bloodlust element in women to be incredibly sexy. Some of us are so enthralled by it that we would risk our lives in a fight just to see women exhibit it.

Above, gladiators perform for a crowd in London, but they also perform to turn on the sexy brunette in her zebra-print one-piece. She is thrilled at the blood-splattering conclusion. One can imagine that shortly after this occurrence, the blonde guy will reap the reward of having conquered his opponent, and stimulating the brunette in the process.

Although many try to argue that sex and violence are not intertwined, even our current day, highly civilized society passively continues to connect them together. From cartoons and fairytales to major motion pictures, violence continues to serve its role as a natural aphrodisiac, where the hero kills the bad guy and scores the babe. The naturalness of this equation, no matter how uncivilized it seems on the surface, simply cannot be denied.

- Seve

Losing by a Long Strectch - Part Two

2012-02-03T08:15:00.000-08:00

They love it!!!!

...continued from Part One!

Soon we were both standing naked.

Harvey started to stretch his limbs - so as to prepare for action and afford the opportunity for the women to see his naked body. There was not an ounce of fat on him, slim but muscular throughout. It must be said he did cut and imposing figure, testament to the many hours he must have spent in the gym. His cock slowly became erect as he knew by now the women were pouring their hungry eyes all over him. To garner some attention, I also became erect, matching him inch-for-inch for the women’s attention.

Sadly, they were totally focused on him and his athletic physique.

By now we were standing facing one another, albeit at opposite ends of the room. We slowly moved to the centre, stopping a short distance apart. Linda quietly suggested that we start the verbal match in order to move things along.

Harvey

Faye shouted to Harvey: “Go on honey! Give it to him!”

I raised my hands to start slapping him, which was also a key part of the verbal match – slanging and slapping.

“You aint got much of a cock, have yer?” he snarled, commencing the verbal fight.

“Fuck off, arshole!” I retorted, followed by a stinging slap to the side of his face.

Quickly, he retaliated by shoving me, then following it up with “Shithead!”

For what seemed like ages, we harangued and cursed each other, intermittently proffering and receiving slaps to the face and body.

“Stop and return to your corners!” Linda chipped in, announcing that this part of the match was over.

We did as instructed, using this break to drink water and prepare ourselves for the physical fight that was to follow. I could hear both Linda and Faye whispering and comparing notes on who was best in the slanging and slapping round, agreeing that it was me. Buoyed by this, my confidence rose, knowing that I was well ahead against my rival.

“Harvey, Derek, you ready to start again”? Faye eagerly shouted, impatient for the fight to properly begin.

“Yes,” I replied, whilst Harvey quietly nodded.

Linda nervously lit another cigarette, filling the air with a strong smell of nicotine and adding to the already seedy atmosphere of the afternoon. “The time is 3.15 and the next round officially begins,” Faye added, again trying to initiate us to fight.

"Go on, Harvey! Batter him!"

Again, we both met in the middle of the room, shortly followed by pushing and shoving. Swiftly, Harvey grabbed me and spun me around, then quickly pushing me from behind. I landed awkwardly on top of Linda who shrieked with delight. “Yeahhhh!!!!!!”

Faye shouted, “Go on Harvey, batter him!!!” The women had now lost their inhibitions and nerves, becoming more vocal as the fight began. I leapt up and charged at him, knocking him to the floor. We wrestled furiously, rolling back and forth around the room. Soon, Harvey managed to wrap his powerful thighs around my waist, squeezing with all his strength in a bid to weaken me. Tighter and tighter his legs held me in a vice like grip, slowly draining the wind from my lungs. I groaned with each clench, quickly becoming short of breath and weakened. I could feel his hand reach down to grab my cock, followed by a furious twisting of my ball bag.

“Go for his foreskin, honey!” Linda deliciously shouted.

Oh, man, is this getting good, or what? To be concluded!

Losing By A Long Stretch! - Part 1

2012-02-01T12:47:00.000-08:00

Throughout the many apartment ‘fights’ that I have enjoyed over the years, I have wrestled with many differing rules, usually and most often agreed beforehand. One experience that was quite interesting was a fight I had in a normal suburban semi in Derbyshire, arranged by two middle-aged women a few years ago. Linda and Faye were roughly in their mid to late forties, slightly overweight and it must be said not that attractive. Linda was a divorcee and Faye her best friend was unhappily married.

Apparently, a couple of years ago, Linda was returning to her car that was parked in the local ASDA supermarket, when she happened to witness a short but particularly bloody fist fight between 2 men, arguing over a car parking space nearby. She watched the fight with great interest and from then on was determined to see another fight come what may. Sadly, witnessing fights in the street is a particularly rare occurrence, so she embarked on trawling the internet in an attempt to arrange a private ‘fight’ in the privacy of her own home. Eventually she managed to get in contact with me, and another man, looking for the opportunity to watch another fight. After numerous correspondence and shuffling of dates and times, a date was set for a fight.

When it was agreed, Linda emailed me with a particular set of rules that she would like us two men to agree too. Firstly, she offered us the choice of fighting either nude or wearing just a thong; if we chose thongs, Linda would supply them accordingly. Thankfully we both went for the first choice of fighting nude. Secondly, she was particularly keen for us to spend about 5-10 minutes verbally sparring and goading one another prior to the actual fight. This I believe was similar to the fight that she enjoyed watching in the car park, where both of the men viciously rowed before they physically fought. Also, if the fight ended up as a draw then both women would choose the winner based on the men’s verbal performance in the slanging match. Again why not I thought, so this element was specifically included in the ‘fight.’

The day for the fight duly arrived; with my well-thumbed A-Z by my side in the car, I finally arrived at the house, which was a very unassuming semi in a rather drab cul-de-sac just on the outskirts of Derby. Linda greeted me on arrival and she showed me into the front living room to wait for my opponent. Faye was also seated in the room, nervously sipping white wine from her glass as we made small talk. Linda, wore tight fitting Karen Millen jeans, with a white shirt to match. I could see that she was wearing a lacy black bra beneath which I particularly found arousing. She kept sweeping her long auburn hair back which started to annoy me. Faye, slightly younger and more attractive for the two women, wore a heavily patterned dress and black stockings. At times the dress struggled to contain her full breasts. Her husband was at work, and apparently she had concocted an elaborate story to account for her absence for the day to watch the fight. As we waited I could sense they were both nervous, but I could tell they were looking forward to the fight as they both made considerable effort to dress smartly for the occasion.

After 30 minutes the doorbell rang, and Linda quickly leapt from her seat to greet my opponent in. In walked Harvey, who I was going to fight. Roughly in his late 30’s, slim built and black; [later I managed to find out that he was Faye’s secret sex-buddy]. Quietly, I eyed him up and down, getting the measure of his physique. His torso was clean shaven and well defined with each muscle and vein carefully and elegantly delineated, I noticed his thick proud standing cock, wondering about the pleasure that he had given to his female lovers making me slightly jealous. To date I had never wrestled a black man before, so I was delighted to have this opportunity to test my fighting abilities against someone quite exotically different. We did not speak or make eye contact at all in the living room, preferring to speak to the women instead. After a while of nervous chitter-chatter, Faye invited us upstairs to the room where the match would take place. Both the women went upstairs first, with Faye still clinging onto her wine glass for support! Harvey then followed with me last to move. The back bedroom was to be the space for the fight, which was quite sparse. A small sofa was shoved against the window where they would watch whilst seated. Around the room, were cushions arranged in a circle of the floor in an attempt to make a ring. The curtains were drawn thus offering total privacy and to keep prying eyes away from the neighbours outside. Both Linda and Faye were now seated, with Linda eagerly lighting up a cigarette whilst Harvey and I undressed. The room was silent and I could sense a palpable air of nervousness from everyone. From the corner of my eye I could see Linda carefully scrutinising Harvey’s body as he carefully undressed, quietly relishing the prospect of seeing his black naked body.

...to be continued!

Only the Strongest Male Gets to Pass on His Genes and the Loser Has to Watch

2012-01-30T19:22:00.000-08:00

Emily... getting ready!

...continued from Part One!

He didn’t say anything he just stood up and walked over to the light switch as if he was in a daze. He turned off the light. At that exact moment I lifted his wife in my arms and carried her to the bed which was no more than 6 feet away. I laid her down and started kissing her. First softly and then after a couple of minutes more passionately, using my tongue to good effect. I undressed her, passionately ripping the clothes off her body. While continuing to kiss her. She was naked except her panties were still only. I began to kiss and lick her entire body. Her soft neck, her big beautifies breasts. I kissed her tummy. I turned her over kissed her from the nape of her neck down her entire back and then the top of her butt. I licked the back of her thighs and the spot just behind her knees. I turned her over. She still had her panties on.

I began kissing her inner thighs and then removed her panties. She was completely naked now. What a sight!

I began to lick her. She moaned. I continued licking her for quite a while and I made her orgasm. Then I heard Tom let out a sigh. He wasn’t crying but he was in pain.

I told him: “It’s okay Tom. Everything is perfectly okay. This is perfectly normal. Your wife is a goddess. She deserves the best in life. Now Tom!” I raised my voice and made it sterner. “This is going to hurt. Tom! Answer me.”

He replied: with a muffled pain filled: “Yes.”

I continued; “Tom this is going to hurt, but I’m going to lessen the pain okay?”

Poor, pathetic Tom

Again he answered in a stuttering voice: “Okay…”

"This is going to hurt because I’m going to have sex with your wife and pump her full of my genes…” He sighed a sigh filled with pain. “I want you to start stroking yourself slowly. Don’t come or you’ll feel much worse. Just take out your weapon and start stroking it. This will lessen the pain."

All the while Emily did not even move or utter a word. She was curled up to me like a sweet kitten. I put 2 fingers inside of her. She was warm and wet, oh so wet. Lovely and inviting.

I could see the shape of Tom in the darkness, sighing, but slowly stroking himself. I entered her and she yelped. I began to pump her slowly in missionary after a few minutes I increased my pace and then turned her to her side like we were spooning and continued pumping her. She was moaning constantly. She sounded so sweet, but now I wanted to take her from behind like a wild animal in heat. I got her on all fours and pumped her violently. Aggressively my love weapon went in and out of her. Removing any seed her husband might have planted in her. Pumping her with perfect rhythm. It was beautiful.

For 10 whole minuets I kept pumping her. I kept spanking her and she let out a yelp each time. When she did I could her muffled sighs of pain coming from Tom. This seemed to turn her on even more. Her moans got quicker and quicker. I had felt her tighten quite a number of times and had long since stopped counting how many times she had come.

I quicken my pace and after 15 min in doggie after 15 minutes of taking her in this primal natural animalistic way I announced that I was going to come. I gave it one more stroke, going as deep as I could and then I let go. I grunted three times. It felt so good. She screamed and her love spot tighten around my love weapon. The weapon I had used to pleasure her with, used to remove any rival seed left by her husband’s weapon. Her love spot tightened almost hugging my weapon. (I say weapon because remember the penis is shaped like a spear). I put more seed in her than I ever have in my life.

We lay back on the bed entangled in each other. Kissing. Showing affection.

Tom grunted and came spraying his seed all over his stomach. He was lying on the floor and just after coming he began sobbing loudly. I told him to shut up. He quieted down although muffled sobbing could still be heard. Emily became a little uneasy, but I reassured her with my whispers and kisses. She smiled and returned my affection. We all fell asleep.

Watching naked men wrestle

2012-01-30T19:09:00.000-08:00

While they're getting ready...

...I'm in the corner enjoying the fuck out of myself!!

Oh yes!! Keep wrestling!! Subdue him!. ..mmmm.... ohhhhh....

Only The Strongest Male Gets To Pass On His Genes And The Loser Has To Watch - Part One

2012-01-28T21:31:00.000-08:00

Another great story by Charles Carmichael! This one is really, really great!!!

*****

I was on vacation in the UK and I went to a bar with some friends. There I saw a group of men harassing a absolutely stunning women. She stood out from the crowd. She was tall and slim with blond hair and crystal clear blue eyes. She was wearing this short white dress that hung loosely over her body. Her long beautiful legs sent a tingle of electricity through me dick. It seemed like everybody was looking at her and at the scene that was unfolding. This big strong tattooed guy was flirting with her very directly and grabbing her and touching her. She was resisting. I could clearly see that there was a part of her that wanted to be taken by him, but she was resisting for a number of reasons.

First of all she was married and her poor husband was trying to come to her defense. He tried to intervene, but the big muscular tattooed guy pushed him away and starred him down. He looked helpless. He tried to intervene again, but there was nothing he could do. I moved closer and saw a defeated expression on his face. His stunning wife was resisting, saying no to the tattooed guy, pushing him away, but still she was not acting aggressively enough. If a man was trying to force himself on a woman and the woman absolutely did not want it her reaction would have been either more aggressive or sad and pleading, but her reaction was more of embarrassment.

I think the reason she was pushing him away was because she did not want her husband to feel bad and she did not want to look like a cheating wife to everyone in the bar. I thought a part of her secretly wanted the big strong tattooed guy to take her. Wanted him to take her hard from behind and pump her full of his seed like a primal animal mating to pass on his genes. Like all women she secretly desired to breed with the strongest alpha male. But she could not. The fact that this was happening in front of a crowd of people (social stigma) prevented her from giving in. Also I’m sure she cared about her husband and did not want to hurt him.

As time went on her protests started to become more aggressive. She did not want this to happen (at least not like this) and she kept pushing him away and telling him to stop. Her cries for him to stop became louder and she pushed him away with more force. Everyone was looking on and they knew they should do something, but no one dared to challenge the guy. Since no one was doing anything I decided to step in. I Walked up to him and told him to: “Let the F go of the woman!” He said: “or what?” I said: “I don’t want to fight, but I will if you don’t get fuck out of this bar.”

We were standing about 2 feet from each other and he stepped forward and tried to swing a punch at me. I stepped back and he lost his balance so I tried to swing a punch at him. I hit him in the face, but the guy was in no pain. He grabbed me by the throat and started choking me. I panicked for a second thinking I was going to die like this, but I regained my bearings quickly and poked him straight in the eye. He screamed and let me go. I punched him in the face. Again the guy felt almost no pain. He just turned around tried to punch me, I moved and he missed. I kicked him on the knee. He was in pain. I kicked him in the balls. I punched him 3 times in the face. He fell to the floor. I mounted him and kept hitting him repeatedly in the face asking him if he gave up. After about 10-15 seconds of constant forceful punching he screamed: “I give up”. People were still looking on unsure about what to do. There was complete silence except for the loud music in the background. Once I stood up and people realized that it was over they started cheering. The big tattooed guy was still on the floor.

People were offering to buy me drinks, but I said no thank you. I didn’t want to stick around and have the police question me. I grabbed hold of the woman’s arm and her husband’s arm and said “let’s go”. They were still partly stunned by what had happened, but after we walked out of the bar and into the cab they were repeatedly thanking me especially the husband. The wife was also very grateful, but she was quiet. She held my hand tightly throughout the entire cab ride. We went back to their hotel room.

We ordered room service and talked. They told me they were on holiday from another part of England, that they had been married for 8 months, that he was 27 and she was 24. Her name was Emily and his was Tom. We then talked about what had happened. Afterwards we were having desert. I began openly flirting with Emily. Telling her and even Tom directly that I thought she was really beautiful. I said I could not blame the tattooed guy for wanting to take her and that I was thinking about doing that myself. Tom was just quit while she said nothing but smiled. She was flattered, embarrassed but tuned on. I told her that I personally thought that she deep down wanted to be taken by the big muscular tattooed guy. She didn’t like that and came back with some defensive comments.

I was silent. Everything was silent. I looked at her and said: “I want you. I leaned over and kissed her. She kissed me back, soft at first and then hard. Tom was quiet. I kept kissing her for a few minutes. Tom just looked on he didn’t say anything. When I broke the kiss she was smiling. Her beaming beautiful smile light up the room. It was as if I had put a spell on her and she had forgotten that her husband Tom was only 3 feet away from us. I looked at Tom. He was looking at the floor. The guy was hurt. He was no cuckold who got off on his wife being with another man. I said in a calm, kind, but assertive voice; “Tom look at me. It’s okay. It’s okay. Your wife is very beautiful and she deserves all the best in the world. You’re a good husband Tom. It’s okay. Now turn off the light.”

...to be continued!

For me?

2012-01-27T10:40:00.000-08:00

And so....

Pwetty Pwease?

2012-01-27T09:23:00.000-08:00

Please will you beat him up for me? Pwetty pwease? I'll be your best friend. Pwease?

Who is Lorrie Dee?

2012-01-27T09:18:00.000-08:00

I'm rethinking the way I list contributors. You'll see I took down the contributors page, and instead just listed them along the right-hand side of the blog, so you can click on any of those names and bring up their posts. Before I made that decision, though, I had asked Lorrie Dee to give me a brief bio of herself. I'm posting it here and linking it to her name!

Mild mannered hotel clerk by day, bloodthirsty temptress by night. In addition to writing short stories, I'm also an avid fan of boxing and MMA, and an amatuer stand-up comic. Follow me on twitter: http://twitter.com/rmdndangerous

Follow up from Sue - she went through with it again!

2012-01-27T08:38:00.000-08:00

Oh my God, remember Sue from last week? She said her boyfriend was going to beating up some random dude for her pleasure! Click on her name in the contributors section to read more about it! Anyway, they went through with it! I'm so proud of her!

******

Wow, it was even more exciting Candy! We both had a few to drink and looked forward to it. Bf picked on a guy on a quiet street and just went for it! God, it was awesome! I'm addicted!

I stood nearby and watched the scene- God I loved it!! I just wanted to see it, and wanted him to beat the guy harder this time!

The other guy was knocked to the ground and then my bf kicked him in the chest - I secretly admit that I didnt want him to stop!

We then hung around before leaving and kissed. When we got home we had fantastic sex- the thought and fantasy of it all made us both wild! As we made love he even asked me should he have killed the guy- I whispered YES!!!! We both then had delicious orgasms!!!!!!

The Break In!

2012-01-25T12:38:00.000-08:00

One of our new authors - Lorrie Dee - is back! Enjoy!

*****

It was late one night last summer. My boyfriend Danny and I were upstairs getting ready for bed. We had been watching a kickboxing tournament on TV that evening and I was incredibly aroused, and Danny was more than happy to benefit from me seeing all that violence!

We crawled into bed and started kissing, licking, and touching each other. He always knew just the right places to bite to make me come unglued. We were right in the middle of some of the hottest sex we'd ever had, when the sound of breaking glass brought the action to a grinding halt.

Danny jumped up and grabbed his shorts and said he would check it out. He tossed me the cordless phone and told me to call the cops, then quietly padded down the hall and down the stairs. I just smiled after him wickedly.

What poor Danny didn't know was it was all a setup.

Earlier that week, I had been talking with Erik, my longtime personal trainer and occasional lover. Erik was a fighter in an underground league and I had seen him fight, brutalize and maim several men with those incredible hands of his. He had never been defeated. I knew that he would be the perfect man to fulfill my darkest fantasy. I had told him that I knew I could never convince Danny to fight him willingly, so we were just going to have to force him. Erik and I decided he would stage a robbery attempt and when Danny came to investigate he would begin punching Danny and he would be forced to fight back.

I slipped on a pink sheer nightgown and tiny pink thong panties and crept down the stairs. I could hear Danny breathing heavily as he rounded the corner to the living room. I silently slipped into the room after him. In the opposite corner of the room stood Erik in black jeans and a black t-shirt. The moonlight streaming in from the shattered window made him look sinister, and immediately my pulse sped up. I could feel a delicious heat building up between my legs!

Without saying a word, and much to my surprise, Danny charged at Erik and tackled him to the floor! Danny wasn't a small man. He was over six feet tall and well muscled. He had been a wrestler in college and learned a fair amount of hand-to-hand combat skills while in the military. He was very capable of beating another man to death, but he didn't like to fight. Here he was though, rolling around with Erik, exchanging punches and fiercely defending his home and, in his mind, me. My heart was pounding inside my chest and my pussy was pulsating. I slid my hand under my nightgown and into my panties, which were already quite wet!

They were both standing again and Danny grabbed the back of Erik's head and brought it down just as his knee came up and caught Erik right in the center of his face. Blood spurted from his nose and lower lip as he hit Danny with a right hook and immediately followed it up with a kick to the left side of his head. Danny flew backwards, landing on an end table and smashing it to splinters. Erik was on him, but Danny was faster and sprang up to meet Erik's charge. He smashed Erik's face with his elbow and Erik dropped.

Danny straddled his chest and began brutally pummelling his face and grabbing Erik's hair and slamming his head into the hardwood floor over and over....

I stood against the wall, fingers in my pussy, fucking myself, cum running down my thighs.

Danny stood and looked at me. His right eye was swollen, his bottom lip was split open and his hands and chest were smeared with blood, both his and Erik's. Erik lay motionless on the floor.

The look in Danny's eyes was almost frightening as he strode over to where I was standing, shaking with the after effects of the orgasm I had just given myself. He ripped off my nightgown and panties and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled his cock out of his shorts and slid it inside me. He backed me up against the wall and began fucking me hard, shoving his thick cock deeper and deeper inside me until we both screamed in ecstasy. He carried me back upstairs and we fucked for another hour!

When we were both spent, lying tangled up in the sheets and covered with blood, sweat, and cum, Danny looked at me and said, "You owe me a new window. And a table."

I just smiled wickedly as Danny put his shorts back on and went to clean up.

Our New Chatroom!

2012-01-24T22:36:00.000-08:00

Ok, so what is the arrow about? Please let your eyes wander in the direction it points, until you reach the set of three peach/beige tabs. The tab furthest to the right is the tab to click on to access our newest tech feature, namely, our CHATROOM.

That's right, there's no waiting required. You can just jump right in and start a dialogue on your favorite relevant subjects with others who frequent this blog.

In the near future, we'll be announcing days, dates and times when regular scheduled chats will occur. Presently, ideas for such chats range from non-violent wrestling, violent fighting, to-the-death/Roman Colosseum day, and girls only. We'd certainly love to hear your ideas for scheduled/dedicated chats. Feel free to suggest them in the comments section.

We are very hopeful that this new feature will greatly add to the dialogue between visitors and members on our favorite sexy subject.

Enjoy!

- Seve

She could have gotten fired for not trying to break up the fight, but she just joined in with the crowd of girls cheering them on!

2012-01-23T09:24:00.000-08:00

I am a guy, 59 that used to meet with a group of like-minded guys and fight. We would meet in a barn on a remote farm. Since we were all about equal size and weight, we would draw straws to pick our opponents. We would strip to our briefs, sometimes we fought nude, and duke it out with 8 oz. gloves. We fought a mixed martial arts style which basically is grappling and punching. On one occasion we had our wives/girlfriends come and watch the fights and on that night the fighting was extremely brutal. We all got bloodied and bruised because men will always fight harder if their women are watching.

Believe me, for most men, myself included. It is the ultimate turn on to fight over a woman, either my own woman or another man’s woman.

About twenty years ago I was married to Sally and I discovered early on that she was very turned on by fighting. She was a teacher in a high school and she came home one afternoon and practically threw me on the bed for sex. Her vagina was soaking wet and her nipples were swollen to about twice their normal size.

Turns out she had seen a fight between two 18 year old boys. She could have gotten fired for not trying to break up the fight, but she just joined in with the crowd of girls cheering them on!

After that, we started fantasizing about me fighting another man over her, soon the fantasies became more intense and it soon became apparent that not only did she want to see me fight over her, she had an opponent in mind. Before we were married she had a very brief, physically intense relationship with Bob. I knew about him and I knew she still had sexual feelings for him.

To make a long story short, Sally asked me if I would be willing to fight Bob with the understanding that she would have sex with him if he won. I got immediately aroused at the thought of fighting to defend my woman’s sexual favors from another male. The knowledge that if I lost the fight, he would have sex with her and fill her vagina with his semen made me even more aroused to fight.

We set up a fighting area in the basement and stripped to the nude. We both had huge erections as we squared off with our bare fists and started to fight. The fight was very intense and very brutal. We were both bloodied in the first few seconds.

The fight went back and forth for a good 15 minutes, at times it would look like I was winning, but he would surge back. About 5 minutes into the fight, we grappled to the mat. The rest of the fight was fought out on the mat with a combination of grappling and punching. Since we were both nude, our cocks and balls were in frequent contact, which at first was unsettling. At one point we were using our erect cocks to jab the other man’s balls which hurt almost as bad as getting hit in the balls.

Bob ultimately won the fight. As agreed, he went to Sally immediately. She spread her legs for him right there on the mat where we had fought. It was a blow to my manhood, but it was also erotic. I had fought like a man, we both took pretty hard beatings, but Bob proved to be the better man.

-Fist1951

Her First Fight Night by Lorrie Dee - Part Two

2012-01-21T20:10:00.000-08:00

...continued from Part One!

The first couple of fights were mediocre. Mostly, the fighters were clinching and wrestling around, acting like they were scared of getting hit. I booed through most of them. Even Cookie looked disappointed. The third fight was better, and ended in the 2nd round with a brutal knockout. Cookie squealed with delight when the loser hit the mat.

"What a pussy! You're not a man!" she yelled out.

"I told you it was exciting," I said to her.

"You weren't kidding! My pussy is already tingly and wet, and we haven't even seen blood yet!"

Mikey's fight was the evening's main event. As he walked into the cage I felt a familiar and pleasant warmth between my legs. I was wet and getting wetter by the second once the fight started. Mikey came out in a flurry of punches and leg kicks. His opponent kept backing up as Mikey unleashed fury. He threw a staggering straight right and it connected with his opponent's jaw, spraying blood and sweat all over the place.

Cookie and I both jumped up out of our seats screaming and cheering.

"God, I'm so fucking horny right now!" she yelled out, which caused every man in earshot to turn and stare lustily at us.

We sat back down and continued to watch Mikey turn his opponent into hamburger meat. I slid my hand across Cookie's thigh and under her dress. She wasn't lying; she was soaking wet! I slid two fingers into her pussy and I could feel the juice start running down my hand. She moaned in pleasure, still fixated at the two men in the cage in front of us.

"I wanna fuck him so bad!"

I told her about what I had whispered to him before the fight.

"Oh my God, you didn't! You are just the best girlfriend ever!" she said.

Suddenly, the crowd was going wild. We looked up and Mikey was straddling his opponent and laying waste to his face! The ref stepped in and stopped it, and Cookie and I jumped up and down cheering! The loser looked like he'd been hit by a truck! His eye was swollen shut and his chest was covered in blood. His lips were split open and his nose was gushing blood. Mikey even had some on him, and he had this devious look in his eyes that would have made Satan shit himself. It just made me even wetter!
After the fights, Mikey met us in the parking lot. As soon as I saw him I ran over and jumped on him, kissing him. I grabbed his hand and put it under my skirt so he could feel how wet my panties were.

"Holy shit, baby, I've never known a girl who could get that wet!" I giggled and told him that Cookie was even wetter, and he'd better hurry and get us home. How he didn't get a speeding ticket that night I'll never know, because in less than 10 minutes he had us at his house and naked in his bed!
When he pulled out his huge cock, Cookie and I looked at each other and said "Jackpot!"

It was so hard!

Cookie started licking and sucking it and while I sat on his face and let my pussy juice drip down his chin. We switched and he got him some Cookie pussy while I fucked him with my throat. He took turns fucking us and when he came he exploded on both of our faces. Cookie and I kissed and licked the cum off each other's lips and then collapsed into a fit of giggles.

"I've never had a man turn me on that much before! We're going to have to do this more often!" Cookie said.

"Definitely, baby" I said as we cuddled up and drifted off to sleep.
So that was my favorite fight night hookup. All I changed were the names, since "Mikey" is married now and I have a boyfriend. Gotta protect the guilty! I hope you enjoy it! - Loree Dee

Anna Witnesses a Beating!

2012-01-19T13:04:00.000-08:00

It's my good friend Anna again! Always nice to hear from you, darling! Please be sure to leave her a comment, because she checks the site regularly and always writes back!

I saw in park late evening a young guy not more than 15 yo beating brutaly much older guy at his thirties who was with his gorgeous GF on which that kid was atracted to. So the young boy just decided to show his masculinity in front of her and though barehanded he had no mercy!

He start humilliating him with words that his gf does not deserve such small cock he has, but she needs a huge tool and he can prove it fucking her in front of him.

When the older guy reacted, the young stud threw a few quick punches then grab his hair to push his head down to knee him directly in his face and knock him out instantly. He then go on him and didn't stop pounding the older guy even unconscious while sitting on his chests.

The girl just stood there and watched with sexy look how he beat his boyfriend and evidently enjoyed the clear superiority and violence of her admirer. When the loser was almost dead, he stops and finish onesided beating!

I was in a shadow behind my window, see them kissing before going together away and leaving the guy laying on the ground.

So hot I become wet and masturbate immediatelly till my hot pussy was all flowing!

Kiss, darling!

Her First Fight Night by Lorrie Dee - Part One

2012-01-19T12:41:00.000-08:00

I met this really hot girl on Facebook - she found out about the blog through the Salon.com article! She told me, "For the longest time I never knew there were other people out there with my particular fetish. Now I don't feel like such a freak." That's a pretty common comment that I get. After some prodding, she sent me the following account:

*****

A couple of years ago, Cookie (my girlfriend at the time) and I were hanging out when my brother called. He said he had extra tickets to an upcoming MMA fight and asked if we wanted to go. Well I never say no to a chance to watch two sexy studs beat each other bloody, so I said we'd love to go! I hung up and excitedly told Cookie.

"A fight? I don't know...I've never been to one," she said. "You don't know what you've been missing! It will be so much fun, and watching those guys punch, kick, and choke each other is fucking hot! I guarantee you won't make it through the first bout before your panties are wet," I giggled.

"Well when you put it that way...then hell yeah, let's go!"

Mikey

Friday night came, and Cookie and I got all dolled up in our hottest outfits. I had on a short black skirt, 5-inch black stilletos and a little white tee with the logo of my favorite fight team on it. It was very low-cut and showed a delicious amount of clevage and a silhouette of nipple, and tight enough I didn't need a bra. Cookie was looking stunning in a cotton candy pink mini-dress and matching heels. Her body looked absolutely delectible and it was hard keeping my hands to myself. I kissed her and played with her sexy blond hair and told her, "Tonight will be a night you never forget!"

We rode with my brother to the location where the fights were being held. He is a fighter himself, as are most of his friends. When we got there, he introduced us to a couple of guys he knew who were going to be fighting that night. One of them, an Irish guy named Mikey, immediately captured my attention.

When my brother introduced him, instead of shaking his hand, I hugged him and pressed my breasts into his perfectly sculpted chest. I raised up on tip-toe and whispered in his ear, "If you win tonight, you can fuck me and my girlfriend any way you want all night long...the bloodier your opponent gets, the wetter our pussies will be!"

Getting excited!!!!

He looked completely shell-shocked for a split second before taking a deep breath and said, "God damn! I'd knock out Mike Tyson for you two!"

I giggled and winked at him as I slapped Cookie's ass and we went to find our seats.

...to be continued!

The Consequences

2012-01-17T12:25:00.000-08:00

The Hidden Sexual Dynamics of Sports - Part Two

2012-01-17T11:12:00.000-08:00

...continued from Part One!

He looked confused and after a pause gave a pleading look to his girlfriend. She didn’t respond at all. He looked at his friends, wanting them to intervene on his behalf and save him from the humiliation of having his girlfriend taken away from him and fucked by the guy who had beaten him earlier in the swim competition and now beaten him in a fight. He paused and looked at them, but they didn’t move an inch. He got a defeated look on his face, almost like he was going to cry. Looked over one more time at his Michelle and started walking home. I had taken everything from him, his status as a champion swimmer, his friends, his popularity and even his dignity by kicking his ass. Now I was going to take the thing most precocious to him. His Michelle. The thought of humiliating him so completely made me hard.

I kissed her. She kissed me back with incredible passion saying:” I’m going to fuck you all night”. We kissed for a while and then she led me home.

What I didn’t know was that they lived together. He was lying in living room watching TV. We went through the living room and to the bedroom. He saw us and knew what was going to happen, but by now he had given up. I fucked her all night. She rode me like crazy making all kinds of sounds. Later we got up to get a snack, he had fallen asleep. His breathing was irregular, because he had been crying. I then proceeded to fuck her from behind in the kitchen. He woke up because of our noise. When we walked back to her room, he was still crying. Trying to hide it. I told her to go in the room and Id’ be there. I made sure she had left. I wrestled him to the floor and hit him. I told him to do as I say. I brought him into the bedroom. I had him lie on the floor. He listened as we fucked all night.

Man I loved that! A week later I had to leave. The funny thing is they got back together. Or rather they never really broke up despite me doing her all week long. I became friends with all of Roberts’s friends (both guys and girls) and the guy’s girlfriends. I visited my uncle as often as I could after that. Because of what had happened I became like a Rock star in the town. All the girls wanted me. I fucked Michelle whenever I visited, Robert knew but just accepted it. I even slept with a lot of Robert female friends and also with the girlfriends of Robert’s friends who were now also my friends. The boyfriends knew but all except one just accepted it. It was like I had become the Alpha male with access to any women I wanted. The guys took it, the one who challenged me got humiliated in similar fashion with me doing his girlfriend. Even he bowed down to me. It was funny I was friends with them, but also doing their girlfriends and the guys still loved (don’t know what they said behind my back, but who cares?).

Michelle married Robert after she was done with college. She still flirts with me, but I don’t want to break up their marriage so I stay away, but I hope one day she gives birth to one of my kids and Robert (stupid boyfriend now husband) just takes it.

I may be an Alpha male, but I recognize the advice my best female friend told me:” At the end of the day women get to choose. The winner fucks the looser woman and the the looser gets to watch. Such is nature and it is beautiful.

The Hidden Sexual Dynamics of Sports - Part One

2012-01-16T11:08:00.000-08:00

Here's the first piece by one of my new favorite writers, not sure if I should use his name or not. Look for more in the week ahead!

*****

I was visiting my uncle who lived in another country and I got a crush on this girl Michelle who had a boyfriend. He was a great swimmer, popular and extremely good looking, but also very arrogant and unlikeable. His name was Robert. I had been flirting with Michelle, but she was with him so nothing happened and I didn’t want to break them up. One day he saw me swimming (I suck) and really started making fun of me in front of her. So I told him right there that when summer came along I’d beat him and then fuck his girlfriend. He obviously got angry and started walking towards with the intention of beating the shit out of me, but she stepped in and stopped the fight from happening. As she walked off dragging him along, I shouted that he should remember what I said, that I was going to fuck her!

When I got back home I trained for 6 months. I trained really hard because I wanted to beat this idiot and most of all I wanted to fuck his girl from behind. I wanted to hear her moans. The thought of taking her from him turned me on so much and was my only fantasy for 6 months. The day had come and everyone expected him to beat me and everyone else. He had won countless championships.

We got ready and the sound of the starting whistle filled the room that was heavy with the smell of chlorine .A few moments later and contest was over. I beat him. I had won. Everyone was awestruck. He was in shock. I taunted him. He was really angry, disappointed and upset. He had been swimming since he was 7 and I still beat him. He was humble enough to congratulate me even after I had taunted him, and had humiliated him quite a bit in front of his girlfriend, family, friends and even the local newspaper.

I looked at his sweet brunette girlfriend with her bikini on and I got hard. I knew I was going to fuck her, but more than her body, more than the sex it was the thought of me fucking Robert girlfriend and humiliating him that turned me on. The pain he would feel, the anguish as I went in and out of her and made her mine.

He came up to me saying congrats etc. I said thanks and I told him to his face that I said I’d win and I had. Then I told him:” I also said I’d fuck your girlfriend and I will. I’ll fuck her tonight and come in her.” He was angry, but he just gave me a stern look and moved away without saying anything.

There was an end of season party at the local swimming club. Everyone was there. I flirted with his girlfriend all night. Even in front of him. I danced with her. Even Roberts’s friends liked me. They were congratulating me, giving me high five and saying I was the man. The girls, especially those who knew Robert and his friends were flirting with me like crazy. I was sitting in a group of Roberts friends, guys and hot (I mean hot) girls. Michelle was seated next to me. A girl asked:” So it looks like you can have any girl you want to tonight, who are you going to choose?” I smiled I looked at Michelle next to me and kissed her on the cheek. Everybody started laughing and cheering. The guys were going “yeaah yeaah!” And these were Roberts friends!

It was humiliating for Robert, who just kept making faces and looking pissed.

I flirted some more with Michelle. The girls (again Roberts friends and his friends girlfriends) kept saying things like: “Aaawe you are so cute together” and “you make a great couple”. All this was happening while Robert was within earshot. Many times throughout the night he kept trying to drag Michelle away from me and tried to dance and kiss her. No matter what he did she always ended up coming back. Robert had just pulled her away from me, but I grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. We got very close. Bumping and grinding. She wasn’t worried about looking like a slut since all her friend loved me.

I took her hand and lead her outside. The girls cheered going:” wooohuuu!” and some even clapping. Once outside I proceeded to kiss her. Robert came and saw us. He got angry and tried to punch me, but being an active fighter this was child’s play. I got him with a single punch. He was down and stayed down. By this point a few of Robert’s friends had heard the commotion and came outside. I helped him up and told him to go home. He nodded. He said:” Let’s go Michelle”. She moved for a second, but I held her arm. “No she is coming home with me tonight.”

...to be continued!

Laura Prepon Loves to Watch Men Fight!

2012-01-16T00:31:00.000-08:00

Add sexy red-headed TV actress Laura Prepon to the list of amazing women who love to watch men fight each other. Specifically, Laura is a huge MMA fan and an occasional watcher of boxing, too. She gave an interview to a reporter at a UFC event in 2010, and in part, here's what she said:

“It’s not just boxing, it’s not just jiu-jitsu, it’s not just kickboxing – it literally is everything in one, and anything can happen,” said Laura Prepon, a familiar face at Octagonside who has been in America’s living rooms as the star of That 70’s Show and October Road. “I just watched a boxing match a few weeks ago and I just kept wanting them to take each other down and submit each other.”

Read more: http://www.squabbles.com/2010/10/laura-prepon-loves-her-some-mma/

- Seve

Guys Wrestling

2012-01-16T00:07:00.001-08:00

I thought I'd post a little something for the ladies who prefer wrestling and less overt violence. But don't worry, additional material is forthcoming that is much more violent than this.

Enjoy!

- Seve

My response to the Salon.com article

2012-01-13T08:31:00.000-08:00

So, here's what Salon.com had to say about the subject, and here is my response which I posted on their site:

Wow, I woke up this morning to find my little old niche of a blog had over two thousand hits in just a couple of hours. Which is awesome. There was also a flood of comments on the various posts telling me how sick I am and how horrible the blog is. So I guess it goes both ways. I'm talking about the afore-mentioned Giggling Girls and Bloody Violence. I've thought a lot about the psychology of what is going on with the sort of stories I post, as I don't completely understand it myself.

I get a lot of e-mail from people (men, women and, for some reason, a fair contingent of the transexual community) thanking me for the blog. But the e-mails are always different. It's not like a blog in which we just put up pictures of women with squids on their heads, and people write in and are like, "Wow, I love looking at pictures of women with squids on their heads! Thank you so much!" Rather, everyone identifies with a different aspect of the story.

I get e-mails from guys who describe themselves as wimps and tell me they would love to be beaten up by a larger man in front of me. In fact, I just got an email last night from a guy hoping I would be able to set this up for him in real life. They love the humiliation of it. In that sense, as this article mentions, I think we have a great deal in common with the cuckold-fetish.

I also get e-mails from guys who describe themselves as being brawny cage-fighters and brag about how much they would love to really punish someone in front of me, and be the alpha-male.

Then there are the women. Young women. Old women. Women who love younger, muscular men. Women who are in love with the idea of men fighting over them, and watching them do it. Women who tell me they are very uncomfortable with the amount of violence in the blog, and wish it could just be about wrestling. Women who love watching a man be tortured in front of them, love the idea of inflicitng pain on them, watching them scream out in agony. Seriously. And they always want me to know, "I'm actually very normal in real life. I always had these fantasies. I always just thought it was me, I never knew there were other people out there."

I get people with gladitorial Spartacus-esque fetishes. I get people with CFNM fetishes. I get professional dominatrixes interested in the site. And I get men like the writer of this letter above, who don't neccessarily see themselves in any of the specific roles, but more of a spectator to it all, and just love the idea that there are women who are into this sort of thing.

GG and BV gets mentioned on Salon.com!

2012-01-13T08:23:00.000-08:00

I woke up this morning to find the blog got several thousand hits over the night - usually we average around 400. The reason? A mention and link in Salon.com's series Am I Normal? It's not completely flattering, and I have to think it is the result of all the negative comments which also came through last night (i.e. "You guys are sick!"), but still, it lends an air of legitmacy to what we're doing here, doesn't it?

Visit http://www.salon.com/2012/01/13/i_like_to_watch_women_watch_men_fight/singleton/ for the full article, which I have taken the liberty of reproducing below. Also, be sure to read my response in the comments section of the article!

I like to watch women watch men fight

During bloody boxing or UFC matches, he seeks out delighted female faces in the audience. What's that about?

I’m a white, mostly straight male attracted to women who like to watch fighting — not fighting themselves, but watching a fight between two men. This could be a bar fight, or UFC, or boxing, or a fight in hockey. Porn for me is boxing videos, trying to spot out ladies in the audience watching and enjoying the fight. It is very gender-specific: It must be a fight between two men — the more brutal, the better.

I have no idea why I feel this way. When I see their hands come together in applause, a smile on their faces and one or two bloodied, fallen men, I feel like I am speaking to God. I am filled with wild emotions of shame. My body shakes, and I feel a very deep burning in my stomach. This burning can be debilitating, almost like it consumes me, but it feels so good. Sometimes I can’t control myself. I don’t understand any of this. The burning feelings, the fetish itself, it’s all a mystery to me.

I’ve known about this since I was 8 years old. I know I’m not alone with this, I know there are other people with the same feelings, but never anyone I’ve encountered personally. Thanks and much love/respect.

What a hall of erotic mirrors your subconscious has built! Only you can successfully feel your way through this complex maze — but, with the help of some experts, I might be able to start you down the right path.

From the outside, your fantasy harkens to a primal scene of sexual competition. It calls to mind grunting cavemen clubbing each other over the head as a babe in a leopard-print bikini looks on; great works of literature built around a woman’s power to compel men into war; and any number of contemporary romantic comedies where protago-dude dukes it out to win the girl.

In that sense, your fantasy could not be more normal.

The specificity of your interest, on the other hand, is more unique — but it’s hardly unheard of. I managed to find a blog called — drum roll — “Giggling Girls and Bloody Violence!!” dedicated to similar imagery. It’s filled with raunchy photos of women paired with captions along the lines of, “He beat up my boyfriend to within an inch of his life? Well, sounds like I have a new boyfriend!” I also came across an online message board where women who are turned on by watching men fight, and men who are turned on by watching women get turned on by watching men fight, get together to swap erotic tales — yet more proof that there is someone out there for everyone.

What immediately sticks out about such desires is the symbolic worship of masculinity, which can be interpreted any number of ways. Eric Anderson, a sociologist specializing in research on masculinity, sports and sexuality, detects potentially repressed desires for other men. He suggests that maybe wrestling or fighting were ways you were allowed to watch men be physical with each other at a time when you were “sexually attaching emotions onto men.” Perhaps instead of identifying with the male fighters as a male yourself, the female audience members are an access point for you to vicariously enjoy male bodies in action.

On the other hand, Joe Kort, a therapist and sexologist, says your fantasy doesn’t necessarily suggest desire for men. He compares your chosen scenario to that of cuckolding, which is typically where a husband watches his wife with another man: “When the woman leaves the fantasy the two men are left cold, and maybe that’s the same thing here.”

Kort says the symbolism in such fantasies is often more complicated than it at first seems. ”I look at the man and the woman in the fantasy as stand-in characters, say from his childhood. Was his father weak? Did he want to fight his dad, and have his mom watch, and win? Was there violence in his childhood?” He adds, ”It may have to do with his masculinity, maybe he didn’t feel honored about his masculinity. Maybe he was shamed by some girls in school or a female teacher. Maybe he’s trying to turn [some trauma] into a victory.”

These are just questions, things to mull — like I said earlier, you’re the one who gets to do the work of figuring this stuff out, should you even want to. Ian Kerner, a sex and relationships counselor, tells me, “When I’ve worked with clients with specific issues like this, it takes a while to fully unpack what’s going on,” he says. “As long as it’s not causing him distress, let the game continue — of course if he’s seeking out bar fights to witness that’s another story.”

: Tracy Clark-Flory is a staff writer at Salon. Follow @tracyclarkflory on Twitter.More Tracy Clark-Flory

What True Love is Worth - Part Three

2012-01-12T07:35:00.000-08:00

...continued from Part Two!

He was a very large man, almost seven feet tall by the looks of him, and all muscle. He looked like such a brute! Kenji knew he could not let this Matador win, as he would surely not treat Aya nearly as gentlemanly as he.

He looked at Kenji and laughed. That only strengthened Kenji’s resolve.

The fight began. There was one spear in the midst of the arena, and they were both equidistant from it.

The Matador came charging, but Kenji ducked out of the way at the last moment, delivering a sweeping kick to the back of the Matador’s knees. He fell down, and in another moment, Kenji was on top of him, delivering a frenzy of powerful blows. The crowd went wild! Miss Japan was applauding ecstatically!

Kenji kept punching, then made a grab for the spear.

Then the Matador stood, and grabbed Kenji and tossed him aside like a sack of laundry. The Matador backhanded Kenji several times, until blood came pouring out of his nose. Finally, the Matador grabbed Kenji by the back of his neck and held him aloft, kicking and screaming. He displayed him for the crowd. Miss Japan put her hand to her mouth.

“You’ll never… defeat me…” Kenji gasped.

“And why is that, little one?” asked the Matador in a deep resounding voice. “After all, I’m bigger than you, I’m faster than you, and I’m stronger than you!”

“But I have something you’ll never have!” said Kenji, steeling his resolve.

“What is that?”

“True love!” And with that, Kenji wrestled free, landed on the floor of the arena, rolled around quickly and reached for the spear with his outstretched hand. In the blink of an eye, he was back on his feet, and then he hurtled the spear straight at the Matador’s laughing face…

“Hi-YAA!” He screamed.

But the Matador effortlessly grabbed the spear mid-air. He snorted. A very dark look came over him. Then he threw the spear back at Kenji. Kenji did not have time to dodge it. It got him right in the chest, and Kenji screamed out in hideous pain. Blood spilled everywhere.

The Matador bowed lowly, then came over to poor, writhing Kenji. He yanked the spear out of him and then brought it down again, hard, into Kenji’s side.

Pain exploded in Kenji. He looked around the crowd. It seemed like everyone was laughing at him, but he looked to the one person he cared about, Miss Japan and saw… she was laughing, too!

No! It can’t be!

But it was! Her eyes were mere delighted slits, and she was smiling widely, clapping her hands together. “Yes! Yes!” she cheered. “Ole! Ole!”

The crowd followed suit, chanting: “Ole! Ole!”

The Matador bowed to her. Then he turned to Kenji and said, “True love, huh?”

“Aya!” Kenji called out. “Tell him to spare me, please!” Tears fell from his fearful eyes. “I’m only a boy!” he blubbered. “I’m too young to die!” All he wanted to do was to go home!

But Miss Japan was laughing too hard to hear him. She just shook her head, and blew him a kiss. The Matador brought the spear down on Kenji once more, pinning him to the wall.

Then Miss Japan slowly made her way down the stairs, very carefully. Those high heels were a real pain. The Matador was waiting for her, breathing heavy, blood over his naked chest. When she got down she instantly began rubbing her small hands over his mighty chest, feeling his bulging biceps.

“Oh….” She swooned. “Your muscles are soooo big!”

The Matador ran his fingers up her ass very tightly. She giggled and shivered in delight.

Kenji was still alive, just barely. He watched in agonizing pain as the Matador ripped off Aya’s evening gown, revealing her naked, sweaty body. For her part, she had her hands down the Matador’s pants, bringing out his enormous cock for all to see.

“…please…” Kenji gasped. “…spare me….”

Aya heard this pitiful plea. She smiled broadly, then turned and whispered to the Matador. The Matador nodded and grinned sadistically at Kenji. Then he took Miss Japan and rammed his cock into her ass. She closed her eyes and screamed out in orgasmic pleasure. He thrust himself into her again and again, and all the meanwhile, he maintained eye-contact with the dying Kenji.

When he was done, he shoved Aya off him and shot huge wads of cum all over her naked, writhing body. She sat up and licked as much of it off as she could, finally sucking what remained directly from the tip of the Matador’s cock.

“Mmmm…” she cooed. “Oh yes, so delicious…”

“So what’ll it be, Miss Japan?” asked the announcer, coming over to her with a microphone. “Should we spare this young buck who fought so bravely for you, or let the Matador finish him?”

The crowd went wild, yelling out what they thought she should decide.

“…I love you…” said Kenji.

She smiled, walking over to him. “You’re cute!” she said again, tousling his hair. She blew him a kiss, then put her slender finger to her neck and made an incision motion.

Immediately, the matador nodded. He came over to Kenji, took the spear and slit the young boy’s throat. Miss Japan laughed and laughed as the life finally left Kenji.

That night, after she had been cleaned up and rested from the day’s excitement, Miss Japan went back to her dressing room. It was filled with flowers and packages from all of her adoring fans from all over the world. On her desk was a special stack of letters from young male fans which she had had her staff specifically set aside.

With her long, slender fingers, she picked one up that looked like it was written by someone especially pathetic, telling her how much he loved her.

She took her pink pen, and wrote in large cursive writing, “You’re cute! I hope someday you will fight for me! Yours, Aya.”

Then, giggling to herself, she put it with the outgoing mail.

The End!

BlackRule?

2012-01-11T13:30:00.001-08:00

What True Love is Worth - Part Two

2012-01-11T13:02:00.000-08:00

It's been a while since I posted Part One, but you can find it here! Let me know what you think!

He began training rigorously. Every night found him in his basement, lifting weights, practicing kicks and punches, studying fighting videos. Of course, he had pictures of Aya festooned all over his make-shift gym. His favorite was one of her standing in a field of sunflowers, wearing a blue bonnet, holding a flower to her nose and smiling.

Eventually, he became quite strong, and several of the most attractive girls in his school were interested in Kenji. But he would not be distracted. There was only one woman for him.

As the date approached, he wrote her more and more letters, telling Aya all about himself, his every hope, his every dream. He told her how much he loved her, all the places he wanted to take her.

“I want to run with you through that field of sunflowers,” he wrote. “Holding hands and barefoot, laughing with all our whole lives ahead of us!”

And she would write back, “Dearest Kenji! It sounds very much like we may be soul mates! I do so hope that you will win! Everything you’ve written is so beautiful, I feel like I can see into your very heart! I think about you all the time! I cannot wait to see you in person! I’m so proud of you! Yours in true love, Aya.”

And finally, the day of the Gladiatorial Game came.

He’d never been to Tokyo before, or seen so many people. It was quite an ordeal. He had to be registered, weighed, processed. He was taken to another room and interviewed by the newspaper, then another newspaper, then for the news report. Finally, he was taken into a room filled with young, giggling schoolgirls. It was their job to oil him up for the main event.

As soon as he took off his shirt, they began giggling.

“Please, where’s Aya?” he asked them several time. “When do I get to see her?”

“Just be patient!” they told him cheerfully. “First, you have to get oiled up! You want to look your best, no?”

One of the girls really took her time, using her fingers along his chest and arms. “Ooh – so strong!” she cooed.

“Yes, and so handsome!” said another.

“Oh, don’t get so attached you two!” chided a third, oiling up Kenji’s other arm. “You know the Matador always kills his bulls!”

That elicited a great deal of laughter from all three girls. “Yes, yes! Matador kill the bulls!”

Kenji was hurt. “You’re wrong,” he told them. “I will win. Not the Matador.”

“Oh, you’re so cute!” She tousled Kenji’s hair. “Too bad you will soon be dead!”

That brought them all to great laughter.

“Get off of me!” Kenji stood up. He was nearly crying. “You’re all wrong, you don’t understand!”

Finally, he was brought into the arena, surrounded by thousands of people – mostly young girls. Several of them had placards with his name on it. He was exhilarated, his heart was beating fast. But it could not prepare him for the thrill he felt upon seeing her in person!

She strode into the arena, looking as elegant and as beautiful as ever. She wore a glittering evening dress with a slit up one long leg and had a banner around her which read Miss Japan, as though there could be any doubt. She even wore the Miss Japan crown. Everyone cheered when they saw her and threw roses at her feet. She bent low and picked them all up, blew kisses in return.

Then she came to Kenji. She was so tall, and she smelled so sweet! She smiled and ran her long fingers through his hair. “And will you be fighting for me, brave warrior?” she asked sweetly.

Kenji swallowed. “Yes!” he said. “I will! I will! Oh, Aya, I love you so much!”

She smiled widely. “I hope you fight with the courage and fifty warriors!” she said. And then she bent low and planted a kiss on Kenji’s cheek. His blood was boiling with excitement. “Make me proud!” she told him.

With those parting words, she was led by her handlers to a step ladder which led to a large platform. She climbed it very carefully, one step at a time. It was hard with her high heels, but eventually she made it. She turned to the adoring crowd once again and blew them all kisses, then took her seat upon her makeshift throne.

Kenji could not keep his eyes off of her. When she looked back at him, she smiled and giggled, then blew him a kiss and waved with the tips of her fingers.

Then the mood of changed. The lights dimmed. From the far side of the arena, a door opened. In came his opponent: the Matador.

...to be concluded!

The same hands....

2012-01-11T09:55:00.000-08:00

Sexy Candy Tells You to Fight!

2012-01-10T20:55:00.000-08:00

For the men:

As you lay in bed with sexy Candy, she turns to you, your eyes only a matter of inches from hers, and she intimately tells you of her erotic desire:

For the women:

Tell me, is this you? Would you tell the man you love to fight for your pleasure?

- Seve

The sleeping princess awakens from her nap to find a most delightful sight outside her window...

2012-01-09T13:19:00.000-08:00

Mmmm...

2012-01-09T12:42:00.000-08:00

Intruders!

2012-01-09T12:30:00.001-08:00

Cuckold Fight Club - Part Four

2012-01-09T08:50:00.001-08:00

...continued from Part Three!

The night before the fight, I paid my now routine visit to Kelly.

The more we sex-chatted about how he and Dave would fight, the harder he fucked me! We thought a down-and-out fight to the finish on top of my bed would be appropriate. I no sooner came when I heard Dave come home and rushed through the back door just in time to greet him.

I tried to get him aroused with no luck, as he was nervous about the fight- not getting hurt or even losing, but being embarrassed in front of me. I assured him that would not be the case as long as he put up a good fight (yeah, right).

Saturday morning came and I was wet as hell with anticipation. We walked to the clearing where there was already a small crowd and Dave’s opponent was already stripped to his speedos and warming up. Several women encouraged Dave to strip, which he hesitantly did. His apprehension soon eased when he received several whistles and catcalls. They looked each other over and sized each other up as they slowly circled each other. The hippie chick yelled out that they fight to the finish, no holds barred!

This sizing up went on for several minutes until several women began yelling, “Fight! Fight!”

Dave’s opponent, Tom, charged and began pounding Dave with a fast flurry of punches to his face, chest and stomach. Dave was overwhelmed and obviously did not expect this intense fight. I was about to have my first orgasm but afraid this fight would end as quickly as it began!

But Dave regained his composure and began punching back and these two bulls pounded away toe-to-toe seemingly forever with no one gaining an advantage. This was such an awesome even-fight!

Tom grabbed Dave’s hair and pulled him into a headlock and wrenched down trying to throw him to the ground. The sun glistened off Tom’s flexed arm muscles as he chocked down on Dave, and off Dave’s mighty thigh muscles as he strained to resist the throw.

As the struggle continued the crowd grew restless until one of the women jumped into the melee and, just as foretold by the hippie chick, Dave’s speedo was ripped off releasing his semi-erect cock and his nice ball sack, much to the delight of the crowd! It was almost humorous, watching his manhood swing during this struggle- like two schoolboys on a playground.

Just to even things up I jumped in and ripped off Tom’s speedos, and much to my delight and surprise a long, skinny fully erect cock sprang out. The hippie chick screamed out, “Now we have a cock fight!”

Dave now began punching Tom in the stomach and nailed him in his balls. Dave was released and began pounding Tom who rammed his head into Dave’s chest and drove him back causing him to lose balance and fall backward. Tom did not hold the advantage long as they rolled on the ground kneeing each other’s balls, punching, chocking and trying various holds. Being soaked with sweat no one was able to grasp a good hold and laying side by side chocking one another Tom spread his legs to propel himself toward Dave who found the opening with his knee and delivered a mighty and final knee thrust into Tom’s balls. Tom’s eyes rolled back in his head as he released Dave, and rolled onto his back.

If only I could meet a real man who could fight for me
AND keep me satisfied!

The hippie chick and several others moved in to separate them as Tom was done. Dave stood over his beaten foe with his proud cock at full erection. The appreciative crowd passed by to congratulate him and taking quick feels of his manhood.

This is why they fight, I thought to myself, as I threw him his shorts and led him home. I cleaned him up, he took a shower, and promptly fell asleep, without even satisfying my animal lust from the fight!

But, then again, Kelly was home...

The End

Be sure to let Lynda know what you thought of her story in the comments section!

Hot or not?

2012-01-06T21:37:00.000-08:00

What do you guys think of this, hot or not? What do you think is happening above her? And is she enjoying it?

2012-01-06T21:15:00.000-08:00

Anna's True Story Which Could Fire Your Fantasies!

2012-01-06T10:14:00.000-08:00

If you've been following the blog lately, you've probably seen a lot of posts by Anna. She is the real deal! Here is an experience she recently had. Be sure to tell her what you think and ask her any question - she's very open!

*****

Yes, this is really her!

It happened to me !

I met my new man after watching him beating and humiliating my ex in front of my eyes. The reason for bare-fist fight was purely mens things, so I didn't want to step in between them. But then observing the stranger while dominating my BF during the fight I became so aroused that my eyes start looking at his vast manhood. I couldn't wait any longer to find out what a monster does he carry behind that bulge in his shorts. On my delight the fight didn't last long till my ex finished on the floor covered with blood as a result of huge fist and knee blasts in his face. I was fascinating about the speed and strenght and admired the other guy's full control over situation. As a matter of fact he was beating and my BF was just taking the beating. Heavy punches broke him up till he defencelessly felt on the ground. After a few minutes when he was all done and no need for an ultimate bare-foot kick while laying on the ground, I asked my object of lust to stop the beatting. I saw enough I said to him , you clearly convinced me you are the better man showing your arguments powerfully. I was sure from that on I found a big new toy to enjoy with.

I'm very hot, slim babe with big breasts and nice butt, so the winner did not have any obstacles of me doing his meatty pole on my knees. On the contrary I think he showed up to me, whithout any mercy to his poor rival, just for that. As we were on a lonelly place and he was so imposing I could not resist any longer to pull out his huge monster with very large and thick head and start sucking and licking his purple cockhead in front of mine humiliated BF. My new lust-mate told him he could only watch otherwise he would force him to clean his cock with his mouths after I'll be done. This made me cum ! I taste his sweet precum all over his swollen cockhead. Then I was giving head so lustfully thinking on this vast, gorgeous cock, twice the size of my ex, till his huge sticky loads cum all over my mouth and face. I started licking it al over our body parts then I moan and squirt from this unique BJ and the powerfull happening I witnessed.

This was really an experience I will never forget . Though I am now regulary servicing my new man, we also call sometimes my ex, not to humilliate him again, but just to talk about this intense scenes which turned our lives upside down and make us horny just to mention what happened that day.

Cuckold Fight Club! - Part Three

2012-01-06T07:44:00.000-08:00

...continued from Part Two!

"Can't wait for the fight!!!"

Reality now set in.

No longer fantasy chatting with Dave about fighting, now I have to tell him I set him up to fight.

I stripped down and laid next to him on the bed. I slowly began stroking his balls and progressed to his thick cock, which came to life in a throbbing erection. He awakened and with a smile began to reciprocate. I said, "I want you to fight for me." Thinking it was just another fantasy play he quickly said yes, and asked who I wanted him to fight. I told him this was for real and I wanted him to fight the guy at the end of the street and that his wife and I set it up.

Momentarily going flaccid, he asked if that was for real. I assured him that it was and reminded him it was the hippie chick that he thought was hot and she wanted to see him and her husband fight. That got his juices going again, especially after he learned the other women on the street would also be watching. Wow, that was much easier than I thought! I wondered how many fights I could have gotten started over the years being just that easy!

After Dave left for work I sat out on the back porch and was joined by our neighbor, Kelly, who lived on the other side of our duplex and shared the back porch. Kelly, a single man, and I became very close since Dave worked nights. We often sat on the porch drinking coffee and solving the problems of the world. He never dated, so sometimes he and I would watch movies at his place until Dave came home. Dave never seemed to mind it. I didn’t feel attracted to him, he was shorter than me (I’m 5’8) but he was very muscular with a gymnast type build.

This particular night we went to his place to watch a movie and since there was a humid chill in the air that night we shared a blanket on his couch. The movie had several good fight scenes. Not the choreographed martial arts type but good realistic fights. I became instantly aroused. I asked him if he ever heard of anyone fighting around the neighborhood.

"Oh," he said, "the cuckold club."

"Wow, you know about that?"

He said, "Yeah, I’m part of it."

I was so wet!

He then said, "Obviously, you’ve been invited to join."

I said yeah, that upcoming weekend. I became so hot and one thing led to another and we began making out. I reached straight down and pulled his manhood out- it was the smallest dick I’ve seen on an adult male and his small balls did not compensate for that. But that did not stop us as he fucked me hard. His build and athleticism allowed that little dick to hit places never his before. Kelly in the throws of passion asked me if I wanted him and Dave to fight.

"Oh yes!" What woman doesn’t want a lover to challenge her mate? Thus, hubby’s second fight was set up without his knowledge.

The hippie chick paid a visit the next day to make sure the fight was on. I told her it was and asked about the rules and attire. It was simple. They would wear speedos, which she added, would at some point during the fight be torn off.

Secondly, there were no rules. The fight would go until someone is out. If they get locked up they would be separated to keep the fight going.

This was beyond my wildest fantasy as I masturbated constantly and began paying more visits to Kelly!

...to be continued!

Hot Celebrity Women Who Love MMA or Boxing

2012-01-06T00:37:00.000-08:00

The above is just a small sample of attractive to downright HOT celebrity females who have stated or exhibited a love for attending and watching men's MMA or boxing matches. Let's see how many you can name in the comments section.

- Seve