Brutal Brawls

DEVILLE KNOX:

My older brother Patrick had always been my role model. He was strong and muscular, much bigger than me, and the undefeated champion of the fighting circles for several seasons. My shock was immeasurable when Patrick was found dead one morning. He had been brutally assaulted, beaten almost beyond recognition, castrated in a cruel manner, raped, and finally slaughtered. My close friends told me that LoboFighter, a man who was considerably smaller than my brother, was behind the attack.

At first, I couldn't believe it was true until I saw a secretly filmed video of LoboFighter raping my battered brother, penetrating him deeply in the hole where Patrick's manhood had been just moments before. I swore revenge for Patrick, and my plan was ready when I heard that Lobo was training alone in an abandoned warehouse that night. He would never leave there alive.

LOBO FIGHTER:

My cock twitched as i rewatched that damn video again, my fingers tightening around the phone screen showing Patrick's broken body. The way he'd whimpered when I'd shoved inside him. No resistance left, just warm, trembling meat. I'd taken everything from him that night. His strength. His pride. His fucking manhood, sliced clean off with the same knife I'd used to carve my initials into his chest afterward. I jerked my cock as stand in front of the mirror his champion belt dangling around my waist as I replayed the wet sounds he'd made when I came inside his castrated hole. I leave the locker room wearing Patrick's bloody MMA compression shorts, his belt slung over my shoulder like a trophy, whistling as I head toward the empty warehouse where I trained. Nobody would interrupt me tonight ... Not when I'd paid the security guards to keep watch. Hours past and I've just finished my last set on the heavy bag when I heard the steel door groan open behind me. I stay focused and continue punching.

DEVILLE KNOX:

I knew that LoboFighter had hired a couple of experienced guards to keep the place safe, but that didn't stop me from carrying out my plan. One of the men was standing by the front door, ready to prevent anyone from entering. I walked up to him whistling, carrying a bag of pipes. The man stood in front of the door. "Isn't this a gym?" I asked innocently as the man muttered something. I turned to leave, but suddenly spun around and kicked him in the throat with a high roundhouse kick. There was a crunch as his Adam's apple was crushed into his windpipe. The man's eyes widened in confusion and panic as his windpipe began to fill with blood. I stabbed the blade of a small pocket knife into his jugular vein in his neck. The man fell to his knees, dead. I opened the door and dragged him inside. One more to go, and then I'll be able to face you!

And I didn't have to wait long. He came running towards me and grabbed me by the throat. I slammed my palm against his ears, ringing them hard —twice, while my knee slammed between his legs, crushing his balls. He bent forward just enough for me to get a firm grip on his head. A quick, violent movement to the left and then immediately to the right. His neck snapped with a loud, dry crack as he fell dead to the ground. "Lobo, you're mine now," I said to myself.

LOBO FIGHTER:

The heavy bag swung violently as I delivered another roundhouse kick, sweat stinging my eyes. That’s when I heard it. The unmistakable sound of steel scraping concrete behind me. Not the guards. They knew better than to interrupt me without permission. My fingers twitched, phantom memories of Patrick’s blood slick between them. I didn’t turn around. Instead, i continued to punch, letting my muscles burn. I flexed my back, knowing im not alone anymore. "Welcome," I grinned, my voice rough from exertion. "The fuck you want?" I roar as i send a brutal and violent roundhouse kick, breaking the bag off its chain. It crashes to the ground in a pile of sand and leather, the sound echoing through the warehouse. The smell of my sweat mixed with the metallic tang of the chains. Breathing heavy as i turn to face my visitor.

DEVILLE KNOX:

"Very impressive Lobito", i smirk as I take off my sweaters. I stand before you wearing only tight red compression shorts that are not leaving any space for imagination. "You may not know me, but you'll soon get to know me deeper when I drill eight inches deep inside you," I chuckle sarcastically, and before you can respond, I lunge on you, wrapping my arms around your head and hitting my forehead against your face as I slam my knee into your exposed abs.

LOBO FIGHTER:

The impact knocks the wind out of me, but I don't go down. Your forehead presses into mine, hot and slick with sweat. I can smell the rage on you. Your knees drive into my abs, but I've taken worse. My hands find purchase on your hips, thumbs digging into the waistband of those stupid red shorts. "Eight inches?" I laugh, breath ragged as we mash our faces as we trade knees and punches, twisting like wild animals. "You won't survive" I roar, turning my hips to throw you off-balance, my thick 9" cock pressing uncomfortably against the bloody fabric of Patrick’s stolen shorts as I slam a brutal knee between your legs throwing you to the floor. "You fight like some bitch i killed last week." I taunt.

DEVILLE KNOX:

I grunt loud first, then moan in pain as my knees get limp and i collapse down on them in front of you holding my balls. i stare the outline of your cock that is seen through the thing fabric of the shorts i know too well. those are the shorts i bought to Patrick when he won his first championship. my eyes are filled with tears as i raise my gaze looking at your face. "you shouldn´t wear those shorts. you are not man enough", i hiss as i all of the sudden shove my arm between you legs and snap a tight grab of your balls twisting them with all my mighty as i slowly get up still squeezing your trapped nuts. I pull you closer and give you another headbutt into your face.

LOBO FIGHTER:

Pain explodes behind my eyes as Knox's forehead cracks against my nose. your grip tightening like a vise only makes me harder as i grunt "Fuck yes!" i roar as my cock twitches violently against the stolen fabric. "Not man enough?" I laugh, "The last person who worse these didn't die a man at all!" i gasp as you twist my balls savagely, but i refuse to buckle. Instead, i grab your throat with one hand while the other fists your hair. I spit in your face. "You wanna know what really happened?" I growl, dragging you closer until our lips almost touch. "that pussy cried when i shoved my cock up his castrated hole. Begged me to stop ... Kept begging till he died" I see your reaction "You knew him .... Didn't you?" i roar as i grip your cock as your distracted by my words.

DEVILLE KNOX:

my eyes widen listening to your words and i release your balls when i feel your tight grip around my stiffening cock. "castrated hole? what do you mean?", i ask you in a disbelieving voice as i try to move back. i can´t imagine Patrick, that big and strong man begging for his life. "That´s a lie! How the fuck you were able to defeat him, take him into that point? He could have finished you with one punch only", i finally manage to say as my hands try to pry your fingers away from my cock that is rock hard by now. "You are a liar", I scream and punch your sternum.

LOBO FIGHTER:

The punch knocks me back a step, but i grin through it. I lunge forward, tackeling you to the floor. "Ohhh but i can show you exactly how i defeated him" i growl as my fingers wrap around your throat. Pinning you beneath me, i shift my weight so my thighs straddle your waist. I look down at you "FUCK HEHEHE ..... I See it now Your his brother aren't you? That same pathetic look in your eyes when i choke the life out of you" I laugh "Same way i did him" i tighten my grip on your throat with one hand as my other hand snakes down your body. "Shhh shhh just relax" i grunt mockingly ... "Don't struggle baby boy Look what i did to big brother" i chuckle darkly before whispering "And now ill do worse to you"

DEVILLE KNOX:

i struggle and squirm under your body trying desperately to think away to get out of this. your grip of my throat is cutting my airflow while your other hand is moving down on my body. I raise my arms on the both side of your head and slam my palms onto your ears. before you have time to react i shove my elbow into your ribs hoping to make you fall down.

LOBO FIGHTER:

The world goes muffled, then silent ... just the pounding of my own pulse as your palms crush against my ears. Pain flares through my skull, but it's the elbow to my ribs that steals my breath. I roll off you with a snarl, clutching my side where I know bruises will bloom purple by morning. You scramble back, gasping, and I watch the way your throat works, the sweat-slicked panic in your eyes. It's beautiful. "That all you got?" I cough, rising to my knees. My cock strains against Patrick's shorts, fabric sticky with pre-cum where the tip leaks. I don't bother hiding it. Let you see what you're doing to me. "Patrick tried that same move," I grin, licking blood from my split lip. "Right before I snapped his wrist and fucked the scream down his throat." I growl as i get to my feet. Showing off my bulge in your brothers stolen shorts. "i wonder if you scream the same?" i roar as i run at you, slamming my knee into your jaw before you can react.

DEVILLE KNOX:

my head tilts hard backwards, your knee breaking my nose with a loud thud. i feel the warm blood oozing on my cheeks and mouth from my broken nose. the taste of blood making me horny and full of rage. i land on my back seeing you towering my, watching your hard boner in Patrick´s shorts. "you must kill me first hairy guy!", i shout and aim a kick from the ground just below that big hard cock. i can feel your balls against my sole as it hits your pelvic bone. "you might have tough balls but i doubt they are made of steel".

LOBO FIGHTER:

My vision blurred white-hot as your heel connected with my groin "UGHHHHHHHHH" I gagged, as i fall. I throw myself forward instinctively ... Knees first into your gut. The air leaves your lungs in a wet gasp as my full weight crushes down. My hands clasp together and i begin throwing wild hammer fists down into your already broken face "YOU WANNA SEE STEEL BOY?" I roar as blood sprays with each impact, your nose flattening further beneath my knuckles. I'm laughing now "LOOK AT ME" I grab your jaw forcing your eyes open "SEE STEEL?" I lick the blood from your lips "THATS WHAT YOUR BROTHER TASTED TOO" My cock throbs against your chest as i grind against you, the fabric of his shorts staining darker with your blood.

DEVILLE KNOX:

I am dazed, my face bleeding, bruised as you keep on hammering it against the hard floor. your precum soaked cock head is rubbing my chest and i know it would be just question of time when you decide to do something more than just rub it against my body. i spread my legs wide open to get a firm grip on the ground with my feet and try to push my waist upward into a bridge to knock you off my back.

LOBO FIGHTER:

My knees buckle as you arch violently beneath me. The bridge throws me forward. My sweaty bulge now in your face as i crash down. Your broken nose presses into my cock through the shorts. I groan and shove forward harder, grinding against your ruined face. "Mmm, that's it, baby boy. Just like Patrick did" My fingers tangle in your hair, as i thrust against you. Your hot breath brushes over my cock with every ragged inhale. "Good Knoxy, Worship me just like Patrick did before i ended him!" I cackle.

DEVILLE KNOX:

I hear your words when you tell me what you did to my brother, and rage ignites inside me, releasing adrenaline into my veins. You rub your bulge against my face, almost suffocating me with your cock as I open my mouth wide and move my face a few inches down until I feel your cock rubbing against my broken nose and your sensitive balls between my open lips. Your body jerks slightly as you guess my intention when I take your balls in my mouth and bite down with furious force. Your thick orbs flatten dangerously between my jaws as my teeth begin to pierce through Patrick's shorts deep into your cum tanks.

LOBO FIGHTER:

Agony erupts between my legs as your teeth sink into my balls through the fabric. I roar, not in anger, but something primal, my hands clutching your hair to drag your face deeper into my crotch instead of pulling away. "FUCKING BITCH!" I gasp, hips jerking forward as your incisors puncture the thin fabric and pierce flesh. My vision swims, but I don’t let go. Instead, I grind harder, feeling your molars scrape against my swollen sac. "You want a taste?" I pant, voice ragged. "Then fucking swallow." i roar as i knee your ribs, not to break your hold, but to make you bite down harder. The pain is electric, a white-hot current shooting up my spine as your teeth meet in the middle of my nuts.

DEVILLE KNOX:

i am confused. any guy would get crazy trying to pry my teeth away from his jewels but you instead force my head tighter against your crotch, taking your nuts deeper into my mouth. your knees hit my ribs making me cough losing some control over my jaws and bite. One of your orbs gets caught between my powerful molars as I clench my jaws tightly together. I feel something breaking, tearing between my teeth, when your body jolts involuntarily.

LOBO FIGHTER:

I feel it before I hear it, the sharp, wet pop of my left nut splitting like overripe fruit between your teeth. The pain is instant, molten, radiating up my spine in jagged pulses. My knees lock; my vision tunnels. But fuck if the agony doesn’t make my cock twitch harder, throbbing against your forehead, leaking streaks of pre-cum down your face. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ...... Fuck .... fuck .... " I snarl, fingers tightening in your hair, grinding your mouth deeper into my ruined sac. The metallic tang of blood floods your mouth. Patrick’s shorts are soaked now, clinging to the wreckage of my balls. I should be crumpling. Instead, I laugh, wet and guttural. "That's all you got, pussy?" I rasp. As I pull away, beginning to get violent as i throw elbows down at your already bloody face. "I tore your brother apart with my bare hands .... you think a little ball-busting scares me?" i roar uncontrollably as i grab your head with both hands and lift you off the floor only to slam your skull back down with a sickening crack. "Pathetic" I spit blood and saliva onto your face. Blood leaking from my ruined sack, mixing with your brother's blood stains on the shorts.

DEVILLE KNOX:

for a moment i thought i had u when i felt that strange paste that must have been the rests of your testicle turn into pulp and blood entering into my mouth. just as i started to work with your remaining ball, sinking my teeth into it your elbows land on my face breaking my cheek bones and before i notice you slam my skull against the hard ground. i lose my hold of your manhood as i stay dazed on the ground. you have a look of a maniac on your face. "fuck you. i will kill you", i shout trying to sound brave as i lift my fists up and try to aim your exposed throat with them.

LOBO FIGHTER:

My vision swims red as your fists rise ... pathetic, trembling things. I see the hesitation in your swollen eyes, the way your knuckles whiten half a second too slow. "Kill me?" I laugh, throat raw from the blood trickling down from where your teeth tore my sack. The taste of iron coats my tongue. I don't dodge. Let your punch land. Your fist collides with my throat, and for a glorious moment, I can't breathe. It's exquisite. My cock jerks against the ruined fabric of Patrick’s shorts, wet with my own blood and pre-cum. "That’s it," I rasp, grabbing your wrist before you can pull back. "Try harder," i roar as i slam my forehead into your already shattered nose. Cartilage grinds against bone. You scream, "Your brother screamed louder." I pant against your lips, tasting your snot and blood. "When I fucked the last breaths out of him." I pull off you, towering over you as you writhe, blood bubbling from your nose with each ragged inhale. I step back, admiring the wreckage of your face. Your broken nose, split lips and eyes swelling shut. "Beautiful, you look exactly like how Patrick looked before he died". I spit a thick glob of blood onto your chest. "Get up," i growl ripping off your brothers filthy shorts, letting my cock flop free. My left nut hangs by a thread, a ruined mess of flesh and blood. The right bulges obscenely, veins pulsing. "Last chance to make me feel something." I stroke myself slowly, smearing blood down my thick shaft.

DEVILLE KNOX:

i cannot be without imagining the last moments of my brother with you. that massive muscle guy defeated by a guy much smaller than him but seeing how you are i begin to understand it all. you are a maniac, not human. no guy i have met could act like you do, not after getting his most vulnerable orb destroyed. i stand up slowly, struggling to stay on my feet watching your massive hardon swinging between your legs. i surge on you, wrap my arms around your neck as i ram my knee repeatedly between your legs trying to destroy the remaining testicle.

LOBO FIGHTER:

Pain explodes through my groin as your knee crushes my remaining nut, I stagger and hold onto you tighter. My vision blurs as I feel your fingers digging into my shoulders, nails drawing blood. My cock twitches violently against your thigh, smearing a mix of pre-cum and blood onto your skin. "Fuck yes," I groan—not in agony, but in twisted pleasure. The pain electrifies me, makes me harder than I’ve ever been. I tighten my grip on your waist, feeling your muscles tense as you try to pull back. "You think this hurts me?" I laugh wetly, blood dripping from my split lip onto your chest. "Your brother tried the same move .... right before I made him swallow my cock whole." I force my tongue down your throat, tasting your blood. My right knee shoots up between your legs, slamming into your own balls with enough force to lift you off your feet. I growl into your mouth as you gasp, "Let’s see how long you last." i growl as my hands claw at your waistband, ripping your shorts off in one brutal motion. My cock slamming against yours as i grind against you. "Same fucking look," I pant, watching your eyes widen. "Same fucking fear." .... "Same fucking end." i roar, smashing my face into yours again and again.

DEVILLE KNOX:

your hard cock slamming against my cock that, for some odd reason, stays hard too. my knees get limp due the pain in my nuts as my hands move between my legs to nurse them, trying to protect them from any further impact. i try to stay up on my feet digging my fingers into your shoulders but slowly lose the grip and collapse onto my knees in front of you sliding my hands along your hairy body. now on my knees i just stare your threatening cock waving menacingly in front of my face. i spit on your shaft and try desperately to reach your remaining ball with my hand.

LOBO FIGHTER:

My cock twitches as your fingers brush against the remains of my left nut, the ragged flesh still clinging to my sack by a few stubborn strands. Your spit slides down my shaft, mingling with the blood oozing from where your teeth tore into me. I grab your hair, pulling you up to your feet "Patrick couldn't stand either," i roar as i pull you up to your feet, stepping back to show off the damage. The shredded remains of my left testicle swing grotesquely with every movement, a ruined mess of purple flesh and exposed veins. Blood drips steadily onto the concrete floor, pooling around my bare feet as my right nut pulses angrily beneath my throbbing cock. I slap my ruined sac hard, making it swing violently as you flinch "See this?" i growl, grabbing your hand and forcing it onto the mangled flesh "This is what you did ... And i still Fucking Stand!" Pain radiates through me in hot waves, but it only makes my cock harder, dripping pre-cum between our feet. I step back, taunting you. "Come on ... Hit me again!" i roar "Show me what you got before you end up like your brother!" i flex my abs, waiting ... but the rage inside me takes over as i suddenly charge, driving my shoulder into your gut and lifting you off your feet before slamming you down onto the concrete.

DEVILLE KNOX:

i raise my fist in the air, aiming slightly below the left pec, trying to use a devastating heart strike, which, if successful, could shatter your heart into pieces, causing almost instant death. not even a crazy maniac would survive such a blow. but before i can deliver my blow, i feel my body rise into the air and finally slam into the floor with force. the air is forced out of my lungs in one go, making it difficult to recover from the blow. you approach with that crazy gleam in your eyes as i lift my foot off the ground, aiming it at the head of your cock in a desperate attempt to keep you away from me.

LOBO FIGHTER:

My cock throbs violently as i twist my hips at the last second, your desperate kick glancing off my inner thigh instead of crushing my swollen crown. The near-miss sends a jolt of sick excitement through me ... "You're still fighting, still trying to win. How adorable" i growl as i grab your ankle and jerk you closer, your bare ass scraping against the concrete. I lock your legs under my arms, pinning them against my ribs. Blood from my ruined sack drips onto your thighs, hot and sticky. "You think Patrick would be proud of you?" I growl as i press my thick tip against your hole, smearing blood and pre-cum. "Or would he weep knowing I'm going to make his little brother scream louder than he ever did?" My fingers dig bruises into your hips as I thrust forward violently, sheathing myself inside you with a brutal snap of my hips. Your body jerks beneath me, a ragged scream tearing from your throat.

DEVILLE KNOX:

my body struggles but its all futile as your swollen helmet enters into my crack. i squeeze my glutes and tighten my outer ring trying to prevent you to enter where no man has ever been. but its all useless, worth of nothing. your eyes narrow when you shove your hips forward violently forcing your cock inside my tight hole, breaking without any difficulties my attempt to defend my virginity. my blood is filling the tight tunnel as your merciless tool is thrusting through my thin inner walls. i scream, convulse around your cock that drills all the time deeper. "you fucking rapist. someone will come and end your miserable life".

LOBO FIGHTER:

The words die in your throat as I lean down, pressing my lips against your ear while my cock pulses inside your torn hole. "Someone already tried," I whisper, hot breath mixing with the copper tang of blood. "His name was Patrick." My hips snap forward, burying myself to the hilt, and I feel your body arch, your muscles spasm around me, betraying you. I laugh, low and vicious, as your cock twitches against your stomach. "Look at you," I growl, dragging my fingers through the mess of blood and sweat on your chest. "Just like him. Fighting until your body remembers what it really wants." I roar as I pull out, watching your gaping hole clench around nothing, before slamming back in, harder. I claw at you cock, squeezing it in my fist, forcing pre-cum to bead at the tip. "Scream for me," I demand, tightening my grip, digging my nails into your sensitive flesh. "Scream like he did!"

DEVILLE KNOX:

you ask me to scream and i do. i scream not only for the pain but for the frustration knowing there is nothing i can do to stop u. my cock is pulsing in your evil grip leaking precum when my nuts rise up in my sack as they are close to shoot my load. ur thick helmet keeps on hammering my prostate pushing me closer to the edge with each thrust. i close my eyes and see the face of Patrick in front of me, crying in pain and humiliation, his cock shooting his last load on your chest. "aaaaaaaaaaaaarghhhh. my body tense in arch as my cock expands in your fist and i shoot a massive load of cum on my own face and chest.

LOBO FIGHTER:

My vision blurs red as your cum splatters across your own face ... thick ropes painting your forehead, dripping into your swollen eyes. The scent of it floods my nostrils, mixing with the iron-rich blood smeared across your lips. Your body bucks beneath me, but my grip on your cock tightens brutally, milking every last drop until your balls spasm dry. "That's it," I rasp, dragging my tongue along your cheekbone, tasting salt and copper. "Just like Patrick." My ruined sac swings against your thigh as I thrust deeper, the remains of my left nut leaving streaks of gore on your skin. my nails dig in deeper as i force my cock impossibly further inside you. Your hole burns around me, torn and raw, but I don't slow down. I begin to pull my hand back, tearing the flesh around your cock with my nails. Pulling your cock and balls with me. "You don't need this anymore" I growl as i pry your cock from your crotch in one sickening motion. "Just like your brother." I roar as blood sprays everywhere while i watch your cock twitch in my hand before i shove it into your mouth. "Choke on it" i snarl. Before pulling out of your ass, letting you drop to the floor. Blood begins pouring from your crotch as I loom over you, stroking my own cock violently before getting on my knees before fucking the wound left behind. Your muscles clench around nothing as i shove myself deep into the cavity left behind by your missing cock. "Mmm, that's it, baby boy. Just like Patrick did" My fingers tangle in your shoulders, pulling you up to watch as i fuck the gaping hole where your cock used to be. Your ragged screams brush over my face with every exhale. "Good Knoxy, Worship me just like Patrick did before i ended him!" I cackle as my thrusts become erratic, my balls tightening against the wreckage of my ruined sac.

"UGH UGH UGH!" I groan as I bury myself deep inside the wound, my cock throbbing violently as I flood your empty crotch with my seed. "Fuck ... fuck ..." I pant, watching my cum leak from the ragged edges of your ruined flesh. I pull away slowly, admiring my handiwork. Your cockless body twitches on the floor, blood and semen pooling beneath you. "Beautiful," I whisper, licking my lips. "You look just like Patrick." I spit a thick glob of saliva onto your chest before rising to my feet. "But don't worry," I growl, stepping over your broken form. "I'll be back." i roar as i kick your ribs one last time before turning away, leaving you to bleed out on the cold concrete floor.

DEVILLE KNOX:

your cock destroys everything in its path deeper inside me in my new hole. i feel my hot blood flowing out around your cock, which soon mixes with your abundant cum that fills my new opening. when you finally pull out of me, i lie on the ground, weak, feeling how life escape from me. then a new pain strikes my body, a pain that brings mercy, as i hear my ribs snap impaling my lungs and my piercing my heart ... It is so cold and dark...

Published: 2025-12-27, viewed 122 times.