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BULLS OF DESIRE

Kad Royce

I hadn’t expected such heat. As soon as I left the hotel, I felt the sun enveloping me in an almost material weight, as if the air had decided to rest on my shoulders. The cobblestones glistened, and each step brought up a puff of hot air. The orange trees lined the avenue; their hanging fruits seemed to burn in the light, and the smell of their zest mingled with that, drier, of the bitumen heated to dry. Under the terraces, the coffee cups clinked softly, as if tired too. I followed the rumor before even knowing what I was looking for.

In the distance, voices intertwined, swelling with regularity, like the waves of a tide of flesh and exclamations. In front of the arena, the crowd vibrated: red scarves, slamming fans, laughter that rose then was lost in the tuft. The vendors passed by shouting, trays full of dripping beer. The air smelled of leather, dust, and a remnant of spilled wine — a fragrant layer that stuck to the skin. When I crossed the doors, the light hit me hard.

The stands sparkled with a jumble of colors: straw hats, light shirts, fans beating like nervous wings. In the center, the sand was almost white, riddled with shadows and ancient traces. Then the bullfighters emerged. Their costumes embroidered with gold and silver caught every ray of the sun, and their precise movements seemed to belong to another time, to another logic. The silence slipped over the crowd a few seconds before the first ones burst forth, dry as whipping.

I didn’t know exactly what I was coming to watch, but the show that day seemed broader than the track—a choreography of heat, dust, and light.

James Sexy Fucker

I bought my tickets for the bullfight event in the afternoon. I was a sunny day, light wind, , and I went to meet my buddy, no place to find him.. I got uneasy, called him in my mobile, and no answer... I found a text from him that he send me 1/2 hour ago, SORRY I CAN'T MEET YOU, SOMETHING CAME UP... WILL TALK LATER. What the fuck... as I got angry... what does SOMETHING CAME UP MEANS... this is bullshit... when I thought about bullshit, I though well I am here and let's seal bullshit... and got into the arena...

As I walk trying to find my seat, I saw them selling big beer cups... it was sunny and hot, so I went and bought a big beer glass... and went finding my seat... I saw my two seats, and a guy next to my seats... he looked nice and hot... so I picked the empty seat next to him... and was sipping my bears keeping a glaze of him and how he moves, and what he looks at...

Kad Royce

I cursed inwardly upon discovering that the seat next to me was not empty. I had hoped for a bit of solitude, the time to soak up the show, the light, without having to share the space with the chatter or gestures of a stranger. Yet, to my right, a man had already settled. Tall, strong shoulders, clear and distracted gaze. I pulled my cap a little lower and tried to shift my attention towards the track.

The show was in full swing. The bullfighter moved forward slowly, the cape raised like a fragment of flame. The bull turned around, massive, dust rising from its hooves with each step. The audience’s cries echoed on the air—it seemed like the heat itself was vibrating. The sun shone on the sand, and the fabric of the bullfighter’s costume spewed out shards of gold, almost dazzling. Each gesture seemed regulated, almost ritualized: a ballet between tension and suspended silence.

Then a smell brushed against me, at first slight, then clearer. It was not that of sand or leather, but something else: a dense, warm scent, mixed with body salt and a discreet scent of skin warmed by the sun. The smell of a man — frank, without artifice. The one that evokes bare shoulders, safe movement, physical presence. I didn’t turn my head right away, but my senses had already turned towards him. A smell that says everything, without speaking: virile, simple, dangerously attractive.

James Sexy Fucker

I keep looking to this man next to me... seems like his soul linked to my soul... never had that feeling... I tried to watch the show... the bull fighter with his cape, the men on the horses came to weak the bull... since I have Spanish blood from my father, I have seen this type of show before. I drink some of my beer that feels refreshing in a sunny warm weather and the sun hitting us right on top and I am sweating... the man next to me was also sweating...

I started to smell man scent from a masculine man... about my age 30 yo, about my height 182 cm and about 99 kg tall... the warm smell of a man, his scent stays in the air as there was no wind to blow it off... as both stay quiet and neither of us turn eye to eye.

Kad Royce

At first, I just wanted to enjoy the show, let the heat, colors, cries mingle in my eyes like a living painting. But little by little, the sand and the bullfighters faded away, replaced by something else, more tenuous, and yet more present: a smell. It floated on the border of air, heavy and warm, that of a living body, breathing, vibrating under the sun. I felt it impose itself on me without warning, like a memory we thought was lost. This scent of man, dense, salty, tinged with sweat and skin, awakened something buried very far away, an ancient impulse, almost forgotten — this primal need for closeness, warmth, contact. I felt my attention slip, leave the arena.

The cheers sounded hollow, the brightness of the capes was only a peripheral distraction. Everything now seemed to revolve around this anonymous presence on my right. Yet I did not turn my head. Not a gesture, not a sign. Because I knew not to. This kind of trouble brings nothing—it brushes, it burns, then disappears. And me, I didn’t come for that. I’m not one of those who gets attached, nor of those who look for promises in the eyes of a stranger. Not during a show. Not now. Yet, even without looking at him, I knew he was there—alive, close, irrevocably there. And this simple certainty held me stronger than anything else.

James Sexy Fucker

I sense you also felt my sweaty man scent as I am inhaling your... it shows how much our male chemistry is mixing and combined... it started to trigger my PRIMAL instincts... what started as distraction, start to feel real inside me an attraction of through MAN TO MAN transmitted by real manly scent next to me... got me a little nervous and I drunk most of my beer but when bringing it down I spill on his lap and bulge... OHHHH I AM SORRY

Kad Royce

The beer struck me both by its freshness and its smell. A second earlier, the heat of the sun was crushing my back; the next, a cold jet passed through my legs. A cry escaped me—short, hoarse, instinctive—, immediately followed by a concert of angry looks turned towards me. Some heads rose; whispers ran in the rows. I felt my cheeks burning, not from heat but from embarrassment. I lowered my eyes: my shorts were soaked, stuck to my skin. A golden liquid percolated on my thighs, shining under the sun.

My first reflex was anger — this rapid, physical rise that one feels just before acting without thinking. I turned to you with a dark look, ready to explode... and everything froze. It took me a second to really see you. Your features, the tension of your arm still suspended, the desolate air on your face—and that raw, unexpected beauty, the one who disarms at the very moment when you want to hit. I took a long breath to swallow the impulse. Without a word,

I stood up, straddling the knees of the spectators with awkwardness. Under the sun, the soaked fabric made a soft noise with each step. I left the stands, the screams of the crowd gradually fading away behind me. In a quiet corner, sheltered from a section of wall, I stopped. The air was less hot, slightly shaded. I took off my shorts, shook them, stretched them on the hot stone to dry. I stayed there, in my underwear, my back pressed against the wall, breathing slowly. The wet cloth against my thighs, the warmth of the wall, the distant buzz of the arena... Everything mingled in a curious mixture of irritation and disorder.

James Sexy Fucker

As you react upset... not sure if you were that mad or angry or upset, I say again SORRY MAN... as you looked at me making faces... I say again SORRY... but since your short and leg were wet with my beer, and more his hot huge bulge inside his wet shorts that I was tempted to drop my hand with a towel or paper to dry it... I restrain myself to do anything and watch his reaction...

I said to myself, FUCK NOW HE IS UP AND LEAVING AND I WAS HOPING TO AT LEAST SAY HELLO TO HIM ... maybe start something with him after the bullfight since my so-called BUDDY ditched me and now I am alone... I thought of going after him, but I didn't cuz it was not the right moment, and I didn’t wanted to make things worse.

Kad Royce

I keep rubbing my wet shorts with the paper towel, the mechanical gestures, but damn, it doesn’t dry fast enough. The arena is emptying little by little around me—the sound of the audience leaving echoes like a noisy exodus: chairs scraping the floor, breathless laughter, screams of excitement fading into echoes (« What a fight, man! », « He took it apart! »), heavy footsteps pounding down the stairs, bottles that tinkle in the bags.

 I missed the total end of the fight because of this beer mess, and it annoys me even more. My briefs and shorts still stick to my skin, the enormous bump still visible under the damp, treacherous fabric, and I feel James’s gaze weighing, hesitating.

Inside, it’s a mess: a voice screams at me 'Forget it, you’re soaked, pathetic, he’s already leaving', but another, more animal, pushes me: 'If you let him go like that, you’ll regret it all night. You’re Kad, dude, the dominant one, not a guy who dries his pants silently. Move, go grab him before he disappears into the crowd.” My heart beats, torn between the shame of the wet shorts and this raw desire to catch up with them, to transform this incident into something warm. I have to shake myself, otherwise it’s over before it starts.

James Sexy Fucker

The event finished. My buddy was supposed to be here and he ditched me. I saw this hot guy seething next to me and by being careless I spilled beer on his crotch and gave him a big wet spot. He got up and just left. I thought of following after I said SORRY… but he seemed upset to say the least. Well, most people left already so alone I walked down the stairs and reaching for the exit door most expectations left, kind of upset I start to exit the bullfight arena.

Kad Royce

I had put on my shorts still warm, half dry, and a residue of annoyance was beating in my chest. The crowd was slowly dispersing, dragging their screams and grease papers towards the arena exits. I wanted to breathe a bit of fresh air, find the street again, forget this absurd incident. While going down the stairs, I mechanically pulled out my phone to check the time — a simple reflex, an escape from this post-show void. I didn’t see it coming.

The shock was brutal, frank, two bodies colliding head-on. My phone almost got away, my balance too. In front of me, a solid, firm, muscular mass that smelled of warmth, leather, and a bit of the same masculine scent, the same one that had troubled me before. I looked up, ready to apologize or complain again, and everything stopped. It was him.

The same face, closer still, bathed in the soft light of the evening. A moment out of time, suspended between discomfort and silent recognition. His eyes clung to mine—a flash of surprise, a restrained apology, then a shy, almost unconscious smile at the corner of his lips. I could still feel his chest breathing against mine, and despite myself, I didn’t move right away. Around, the crowd passed, the noises dissolved. There was nothing else but him, his perfume, his warmth, and that regular, heavy beat that came from the bottom of my chest.

James Sexy Fucker

As I exit the arena after… sad that my buddy did not show up and even more when this hot man left upset … I wanted to apologize for my accident, wanted to make it up to him, but I thought I lost him … suddenly just as I reached the street going home a guy bumped hard on my back … I thought first he had a misstep and his head collided on the back of my head…

 reacted not knowing what the fuck was going on. It sent me forward and almost felt down . I turn around who hit me … and there was this hot man seating next to me that a gazed all the bullfight show and didn’t get to even say hello. I open my eyes, surprised but inside me happy we bumped again. Must be destiny as I grin and smile back at him but remained quiet. I guess another accident as we came face to face and I started to breathe heavy and my heart pumping as I recognized his warm manly aroma.

Kad Royce

Seeing you there, in front of me, first created a total white in my head, as if someone had cut off sound and light at the same time. Already, my body was reacting before my thoughts: a contraction in the stomach, the heart beating louder, a slightly blocked breath in the chest. I feel the heat rising along my neck, a warm wave that beats under the skin. My shoulders stretch, but not as if in a defense reflex: rather as if my whole body suddenly went into alert, focused on you, on your proximity. The smell that I had already noticed comes back to me, clearer, more direct, and it awakens in me this same deaf disorder, animal, which had already caught me in the stands. In my head, it jostles.

A part of me wants to stay cold, distant, remind that you are just a stranger, a coincidence, nothing important. But another part, deeper, recognizes something—this kind of immediate, instinctive connection, which passes neither through words nor logic. It’s as if a lock that was thought to be well closed started to vibrate. I look at you, and I become aware of every detail: the line of your jaw, the tension of your neck, your eyes searching for mine with a surprise mixed with contained joy.

All this passes through me too quickly, too hard. I don’t like this kind of sensations because they escape control. Yet, at this precise moment, I cannot ignore them. So, I remain there, facing you, torn between the desire to take a step back to protect myself, and the more dangerous one of staying exactly where I am, just close enough to continue to feel your warmth and its scent, as if everything remains—the street, the arena, the world — had put itself in parenthesis.

James Sexy Fucker

I see the same man I was seating next. I remember that sweaty manly aroma that made me intrigued because he smells manly and with a peculiar attraction that I never had. A more never at first sight. I looked at his eyes and my breathing became strong , my heart started to beat faster, and the sweaty manly aroma started to mix with mine in a manner I never experienced.

I always said it is just the chemistry of two persons, but this is more than that. I grin at him and smile trying to read his moves and sexy face, his attractive muscular body. I started to guess his age about same as mine, his height and weight and his sexy body and muscles, and why not his big beer wet bulge. All looks so nice. On the other hand, my doubts about what kind of man he is, where from, what he does for a living, and as my mind becomes wild if he like to wrestle and if he is attracted to guys like me.

So, I go slow and let all fall in place in time. But all this instant connection is coincidence or destiny? So, I watch your reactions. I smile back at you. I approach you and get closer. The closer I get the more intense attraction between us. So, both stand staring at each other and so far not a word was said.

Kad Royce

When you approach, your masculine scent—that raw mixture of sweat, testosterone, and indefinable heat — envelops me like a wave impossible to ignore. My body reacts before my mind: my pulse quickens, a warmth rises in my chest, and I feel my dick twitch in my shorts still wet, this enormous bump that betrays everything. Our gazes lock, silent, electric, and I read in your eyes this same primitive hunger, this mute desire that makes the air between us vibrate.

I say nothing, not yet — just a slow, carnassive, smirking smile as I straighten up slightly, letting my pecs protrude under my open shirt. Attraction is inevitable, visceral, as if our bodies recognized each other even before our names. My heart beats loudly, my hands shiver with the desire to grab you, to test this mass under your clothes, but I savor the tension, this dance without words where every second brings us closer to an explosion. It’s more than a chemistry; it’s a fucking destiny that ties us together.

James Sexy Fucker

I see your GRIN, you show a smile, and that made me open more, as NO words were said ever, not in the arena seating down next to each other, and not when you end up bumping on my back, and not here, but I feel my testosterone reaching all my body specially my cock that start leaking precum inside my tight Lycra underwear inside my dress shorts that feels an indefinable heat being transmitted to me by this man that I think it was destiny to meet in this environment.

I can't resist any more as I feel fire inside me and male attraction ... and I finally look in your eyes and say, ”Hi I am James” with a masculine tone but soft to your ears like trying to seduce you... We were next to each other inside watching the bull fights, and I am sorry I spilled some of my beer on your crotch... as I look down and can see a big bulge inside your still wet shorts, and raise my eyes and asking for some sort of understanding...

Kad Royce

Your eyes seek in me a form of explicit forgiveness, a clear sign that the beer incident did not create a gap between us, but rather a bridge—an invitation to let down barriers without abdicating my position. You want me to validate this mute alchemy that linked us in the arena, that I acquiesce to this palpable tension without you having to beg or apologize lower than your ego allows.

Yet, I remain straight, square shoulders, gaze planted in his, chin slightly raised. A male alpha does not bend, does not surrender under the weight of a pleading gaze; he recognizes the attraction, lets it float in the air like an unspoken promise, but he imposes his rhythm, his calculated distance. My smile barely stretches, just enough to show that I have heard, that I understand this underlying fire that you emit, this warmth that radiates from its torp and that responds to mine.

I nod my head once, slowly, without lowering my eyes, as if to say: "Noted, James. But it’s me who decides if we move forward." My voice, when it finally comes out, is serious, composed, with this touch of natural authority that leaves no room for weakness: « Kad. And the beer was a good excuse to get noticed.”

James Sexy Fucker

I keep looking at this man... don't even know his name... I gave me mine as courtesy... but he answer me back with a little smile and a forward voice tone showing like he is the authority... Well, I a man that even if he is so manly and attractive, I think... do not answer...

I take a step back from him... there is no smile any more... now I question again was the fact that my buddy doesn't show, I get to seat next to him, I spill some beer on his bulge, he leaves sort of upset to say the least, and somehow he bumps on me as I exit the arena, and now he doesn't show much of any and not even gives me his name as I did. So, I stay there just to see how he reacts as the step back distance cut that energy and heat between us.

Kad Royce

I see well that you step back, as if to test the limits of this voltage that you yourself have turned on. Your gaze closes a little, the heat in your eyes turns into a silent challenge, and I feel the space between us suddenly cooling - this physical distance that cuts off electricity, like a current that is disconnected. You wait, motionless, for me to fill the void or for me to let go. But I do not move. Not yet. My own smile barely fades, replaced by a calm fixity, almost impenetrable. I let you marinate in your doubt, in this question that you ask yourself without daring to formulate: did I read the signs incorrectly?

The street around us hums limply—footsteps away, laughter muffled, the lingering scent of dust and sweat from the arena —, but here it’s a pure face-to-face encounter, two males who judge each other without another word. " Kad", I finally let go, in a low and firm voice, planting my eyes in his. Just that. My name, like a card placed on the table, without justification, without excuse for the previous silence.

It’s an invitation, but on my terms—a step towards you without making two, just enough to rekindle the flame without consuming it too quickly. I feel my pulse beating, regular, master of me, and I let you come back, if you dare.

James Sexy Fucker

I looked at you and wondering... reading all your signals... you step forward and re-ignite that flame between us... suddenly I feel good... and I move a little step forward as our bodied brush on each other and I feel your breath mixed with mine... you mention there is a street or a path or a grassy area between the woods that nobody goes...

That we can get to know us better and challenge us as men. and suddenly I hear your name KAD.. I smile... I say we can try there... and I flex back at you... I said lets go... we can talk the details of the match as we walk like buddies at first but won't be that friendly as we start to wrestle.

Kad Royce

I stare at you, and this time I no longer try to hide the tension that circulates between us. Our bodies brush against each other, our breaths mix, and in this contact, there is everything that words cannot convey. « Okay, James », I whisper, the grave voice, composed, without leaving his eyes. « We will see what you are really worth, far from the bleachers and looks. Just you and me. »

I let a half-smile stretch my mouth, a smile that has nothing tender, but everything sure. I brush my shoulder when I start, like a discreet first tap. 'We’re going to walk like two friends, yeah. But you know very well that it won’t be just friendly. Did you want to challenge me as a man? You’re going to get what you’re looking for.” I point out the direction of a chin movement, without unnecessary gestures.

"Come. We’ll talk about the match on the way... and afterwards, we will see which of us remains standing.”

James Sexy Fucker

I smile back ... now all is cool and we want this badly... as your body brushes against each other there was a tense body heat transmitted from man 2 man that it is much different than what I have experienced... it make us get our attraction into I want this man as mine... and for that to happen we will wrestle for owning him, for conquer him and the final prize is taking his ass as it belongs to me... we start waling next to each other as 2 friends...

I say, I will like to wrestle you ... will ask for a fair match, realistic moves, wrestle as men wanting to dominate the other, and yes we walk as friends but once we start and face each other it is YOU or I to win, and winner is defined as the one man standing or on top of him, and the other defeated, that surrenders to the better alpha male wishes. deal?

Kad Royce

I feel the warmth of your body against mine as we walk side by side, this electric friction that turns every step into a promise. Your words fall like a glove thrown to the ground, clear, raw, definitive: a fight of men for domination, for control, until one bends over and yields everything. I stop short, turn towards you, and stare into yours without blinking. My chest bulges slightly, my shoulders widen, and I let a silence weigh just enough for you to feel my assurance.

Then, in a low, husky voice, I respond: «Deal, James. A real fight. No dirty tricks, but no quarter either. Solid holds, bodies that struggle for good, until one of us is grounded, breathless, defeated.” I reach out to seal this like a virile pact, my wide and firm palm squeezing yours with measured force—just enough to remind him that I’m not an easy prey.

"The winner makes his rules. The other follows. Let’s go. This path between the trees awaits us." Our breaths mingle for another moment, and I resume walking, already feeling the adrenaline rush, this primal thrill that makes each muscle heavier, more ready.

James Sexy Fucker

Kad, perfect ... we have a deal ... I raise my hand as a man of word and shake yours firm and long... at that moment it felt like electricity running thru my body and as a natural posture my chest flex as well as my arms and a almost orgasmic sensation felt on my cock, i feel my adrenaline rush thru my body, which makes me pull you in and went chest to chest, our muscles touched, and our bulges touched for the first time...

Let’s get to this grassy area to wrestle as two men, as two bulls, and as two beasts, and only you or I will claim his defeated man as his PREY under his rules, under his dominance, under his total control, and mark him as his territory. KAD I think we will get very PRIMAL during the match as well as after one win. and i GRIN at you.

Kad Royce

Your fist clenched in mine, this firm and prolonged handle, triggers a raw, electrical discharge within me. My chest is instinctively inflating, my muscles are contracting, and I pull it towards me with a sharp motion, our breasts bumping together with a dull shock. The warmth of your body against mine ignites something wild, primal—a fire that rises from the belly and radiates into every fiber. I let go of your hand, but not the moment. My eyes in yours, I almost growl: "Perfect. Let’s go."

Without a word more, I begin to unravel my clothes with rough gestures, impatient—the t-shirt snatched from a blow hard over my head, the shorts undone by a brutal pull, falling at the ankles in a rustle. Everything that freely hinders my body is rejected, cast aside as an unnecessary weight.

Naked, exposed to the air of the shaded path, I feel the breeze caressing my tight skin, my muscles protruding, ready for the assault. I stand there, massive, bestial, staring at him, a rictus on the lips. "It’s your turn, James. Come. Prove that you deserve this." The adrenaline pulses, turns every breath into an inner rumble, every step into an instinctive threat. The fight begins now.

James Sexy Fucker

After the show of hands to honor our deal, we kept hand two hands longer cuz I felt like electricity or energy going thru our hands that I never felt. My chest expanded as i breathed in deep and flex as a natural posture and my dick got hard.

I felt my adrenaline charging my body and I stop in close and hug u to feel chest / chest flexed by both and our thick big bulges pressed thru our shorts, as well as our breathe inhaling that male aroma that make us bond to wrestle as PRIMAL animals to mark our male territory. As you said, LETS GO, I step back and start walking toward that grass area between the trees that you mentioned for us to have our primal naked wrest match we wanted badly.

I walk a few steps and see you stripping getting naked. Hey, KAD, here I. The middle of the path? No place to wrestle, let’s find that grass area so we can go PRIMAL. I look around and in my mind there is no space in a path with trees all around and branches sticking out. So, I kept walking for to see if I spot that area first.

Kad Royce

I see you walking away a few steps, glancing around him, and a raucous laugh rises from my throat—anyway, primal, as a warning. “You’re right, James. Not here.” My voice rumbles, low and assured, as I pick up my shorts with a careless gesture and place them again, the fabric still warm against my skin. Naked too early, it was a provocation, a first stretch of my limits, but the real ground awaits. I join you in two wide strides, my shoulder brushing against yours deliberately, restoring this animal warmth between us.

"Follow me." Without waiting, I plunge into the shaded path, spreading the low branches with a muscular backhand. The air is cooler, laden with humus and pine, and soon, the clearing appears: a grassy expanse, isolated by the trees, large enough for two bodies to confront each other without hindrance.

I stop at the center, pivot towards you, chest curved, gaze planted in hers. "Here. Perfect for what we want." With a fluid, almost bestial movement, I take off my shorts again, letting them fall to the ground, and stand ready, muscles tense, deep breath. "Now it’s your turn. Show me what you’re made of."

James Sexy Fucker

I walk with you till we get to the REAL GROUNDS as you call it. I am very excited as the walk seems to take longer as I can’t wait to get PRIMAL and just get us into this match of two hot male beasts ready to mark territories and male supremacy. I see some grass area hidden between the trees and woods and it seem like nobody has walk thru this expanse. It made me more excited that finally we are here. I come to the center look around and it is like a perfect secluded arena for what we need.

I strip my shorts and t-shirt and shoes and socks. I turn to see my hot opponent wearing just my bikini briefs tenting with my 8” thick cock. I see Kad all balls out. I smirk and peel off my bikini briefs… now as Greeks get ready for our PRIMAL MATCH… and face Kad flexing my 30 yo 6’1” tall and weight 218 lbs. with a manhood of 8” x 6” already hard like a sword 🗡️ I get ready facing my hot opponent in a fight stand … let’s show what we got.

Kad Royce

Your body stands in front of me like a statue carved into the rock and the heat: 6’1’’ for 218 lbs. of pure muscle, broad shoulders like ramparts, domed pecs that capture the dim light of trees, abs shaped into deep bowls, thick and powerful thighs ready to leap. Your skin glows with a thin layer of sweat, highlighting each protruding vein on your biceps and forearms, and lower down this erect, massive sword that betrays your bestial hunger.

You are the raw incarnation of male strength, an adversary who commands respect by your mere presence. A primal fire ignites in me, rising from the belly like a slow lava—not a weakness, but an animal emergency, this desire for conquest that hardens my muscles, accelerates my pulse, makes my own apparatus conk up in instinctive response. It is the call of combat, body against body, where domination is won with sweat and strength, where the victor takes everything.

I plant myself in front of you, feet spread in the damp grass, fists clenched along the body, chest swollen, gaze locked in his. « Come on, James. Show me your fire », I growl, swinging into a wrestling position, ready to stab him with a first charge. The air vibrates between us. The shock is coming.

James Sexy Fucker

Your body stands and your muscle pops defined and toned muscles. I see a strong 6’2’’ 203 lbs. tall man facing me ready for battle all sweating already as both get charged by our adrenaline, both flexing to intimidate the other, and both naked with hard swords pointing out ready to prove alpha status after the primal battle….

I hear Common James … and as I hear that I lunge myself shoulder into guts like a BULL 🐂 charging his bullfighter and like hooking his horns on his guts lift him up off his feet and my hands holding your ass and neck SLAMS you hard ass to the mats followed with my 218 lbs. weight on top of you and roll forward and spring to my feet leaving you down on the grass

Kad Royce

You fall on me like a raging bull; a mass of 99 kg launched at full speed. Your shoulder crashes into my abs with a dull violence, expelling the air from my lungs in a hoarse gasp. I try to pivot, lock your arms or counterattack with a hook on your neck, but your momentum is too brutal, too unpredictable—my feet are skidding on the wet grass, my muscles struggle to absorb the shock.

Your powerful hands grip my buttocks and neck like pegs, literally lifting me up from the ground in a whirlwind of brute force. Then the world changes. My back hits the ground with a dull crunch, an explosion of pain that lifts my spine like a blazing lightning. Every nerve scream: my lower back on fire, my ribs compressed under his crushing weight, the grass cold and prickly against my bare skin.

Your massive body crushes me for a second, your warm breath on my face, before you roll forward and leap onto your feet, leaving me panting to the ground. Rage and adrenaline propel me. I straighten up with a smooth roll and ball, ignoring the throbbing in my back, the muscles trembling but sharp.

Standing in front of you, I spit a dribble of saliva into the grass, a carnassive smile on my lips. “Not bad for a first hit, James. But you just pissed off the real bull. Come taste that.” I bend my knees, fists ready, mocking you with a nod of my chin to make you get out of your hinges.

James Sexy Fucker

I see you getting up, somewhat hurt... but like a bull you are like me, you get up mad because you have been attacked buy another 99 Kg bull, you get back up with your knee up and fighting arms and fist… This is going to be a wrestling match of two bulls for dominance and supremacy, a match of TWO alphas to determine not who is the alpha and who is not, but to find out who is the better alpha male between us, and whoever wins, his opponent will be paying a winner takes all price.

This match in this remote secluded grass area becomes our ring and will be very intense before it gets sensual and sexual. Rough and exhausting. And only one of us will walk away with the satisfaction of being the BETTER ALPHA MAN!...

I glance at you, watching every move, every face you give me, and in mind I say to me, fuck this man is hot, he is sexy, he is muscular as me, and he is worth to fight for. I raise my arms, flexing slowly, letting my strength ripple thru my chest, shoulders, and arms, as my 20 cm cock is at full attention rock hard and cock head wet.

I look at you, and smirk, and say common Kad you know I want to punishment you, crush your sexy hot body, and want you, desire you. Just before you know it… I duck as my arms slide around your body, as you looked surprised and feel my power arm pulling up in a bearhug, undefended for a few seconds, as I squeezing you, your rib cage feels it as they are almost ready to crack in an anaconda erotic vice, our nips meet in pleasure, and our hard cocks press to fight their own.

Kad Royce

Your body strikes me again like a living ram, your arms of steel wrapping around my waist in a relentless bearhug. The pain explodes instantly: a visceral compression that crushes my ribs, causes my lumbar muscles to crack, and twists my torso in an infernal vice. My back arches in spite of me, my abs contract in unnecessary spasms against this overwhelming force, and the air escapes from my lungs in jerky rattling.

Every muscle scream, my flanks seem ready to give way, and a wave of fire rises up to my stiffened shoulders. My face is deformed under the assault — jawbone clenched to break, eyes narrowed into furious gaps, veins swollen on the forehead, an animal grimace where suffering mingles with a primal rage.

The sweat pearls and drips, blurring my view, while our shiny torsos rub, our panting breaths mingle in an intimate duel. Yet, at the heart of this agony, a fulgurous excitement overwhelms me, more intense than anything I’ve ever known: our hard sexes collide, slide, press in a burning friction that sends electric shocks into my lower abdomen, transforming pain into bestial pleasure, insatiable.

My body betrays its desire, hardened, pulsating against hers, as if this struggle bound us deeper than hatred. With a superhuman effort, I open my arms wide—spreading your shoulders with a sharp thrust — and slap my two open palms against your face with resounding violence, broad palms hitting your cheeks and chin in the hope of dislodging it, of breaking this deadly vice. The shock resonates in the humid air, my fingers lingering for a second on your warm skin, praying that it lets go.

James Sexy Fucker

I was enjoying squeezing this hot stud… feeling his muscles tense… struggling some, but I know he can take a good bearhug… I parade him some… smirking at his face… while our cocks thrust on each other and transmit so much hot heat and getting my testosterone excited thru my body…

I say, fuck this dude feels awesome, he has rock toned chest muscles, nice flat hard 6-pack abs, I want him… and distracted me some from the match… when suddenly he manage to raise his arms on the outside of my shoulders and SLAP both open hands hard and violently on my face… stunt me for a few seconds and made me drop him and letting him down… instinct say pull back James…

I do and shake my head as I recover quickly… but the two slaps on my face sting some… I know I can’t let this take away my momentum… I come after you with another attempt this time to move fast and surprise you… as a gringo I get my hand on the grass and attack you fast mut you think I will do a rugby tackle, instead I slide my arm under your armpit, pull me on your back raise me up and slide you in a full nelson hold… I feel you hot muscles tense…

I raise you some as the natural position of the hold let your ass slide back and meet my 20 cm cock. Your breathe accelerates so fast with feeling my male body behind you, your back trembles against my chest, your glutes cramp as you feel me there, I know you kind of panic for a moment, and then my breathe approaches your back neck and ears to whispers, try to hold back but let that moan escape… you can’t deny it is there throbbing. I feel it sends an electrical signal thru your entire body. And for me a pleasure that only alpha men can describes. In my mind, this is the beginning.

Kad Royce

The air returns to my lungs at once, burning and liberating, when your arms finally loosen after my loud slaps. I gasp, chest arched, each hoarse breath echoing in my chest like a primal rumble, as the throbbing pain of embracing fades into diffuse tingling on my sides. But I’m not sharp enough—adrenaline made me heavy for a fraction of a second, and you’re already falling on me, massive and fast shadow.

Your arms slide under my armpits in a flash, locking me in an implacable full nelson. My body stretches like a bow, back arched against your massive chest, shoulders stuck in the vice of its swollen biceps. A wave of heat invades me, an intimate and dominating compression that makes each muscle vibrate, my breath accelerating in short, uncontrollable jerks.

Your presence behind me is a total brute force presence—radiating across my back, our shiny skins rubbing against each other in an electric friction that awakens deep, bestial shivers. And there, between my buttocks, this heavy, insistent pressure, like a seal of warm and pulsating possession. It snatches from me an involuntary, low, and guttural moan that escapes my lips despite myself. I like? I hate? It’s a confused whirlwind, a primal call that I hadn’t anticipated, a warmth that spreads through me like smoldering fire, leaving me panting, torn between resistance and fleeting abandonment.

With a desperate effort, I plant my feet in the damp grass to anchor you, bend my knees, and shift my weight back with a violent thrust—an instinctive counteraction to unbalance you, make you stagger with me towards the ground, hoping to break your grip and regain the upper hand in the dust.

James Sexy Fucker

I have all my testosterone adrenaline on high gear, having locked a full nelson and straining his arms over his head with my chest on his sweaty back. I am applying my arm strength on this stud from behind feeling my lips breathing hot air and glazing on his neck. My chest flexing and muscles straining made my nips rub like caressing his sweaty back transmitting my heat from my deep desire to dream I will claim that I can own him.

Down my body, the feeling and sensation of my hard naked cock leaking and caught on his buttocks as I am holding him tight rubbing and frot travels up and down and through my body and his body letting pleasure curls inside me and it is an erotic electric friction.

My hips, crotch, quad muscles and knees deliberate presses, rubs, strokes against his muscular gluteus and back part of his leg slowly making an erotic primal heat and lust be felt, that made him let a soft moan come out his mouth. I get to say, «Kad you are feeling my manhood, do you want me?»

Suddenly Kad reacts and plant his feet, lower himself and throw his weight back at me, and make us drop to ground with my arms fully locked in the full nelson and you fall on top of me as I strain my arms to not let you go, and you lay on me in the same manner with my back on the grass and your back on my chest and my crotch engulfing your gluteus and my hard cock in the middle of your crack. As we settle on the grass I manage to wrap my legs over your to secure you in my control.

Kad Royce

Your body is an overwhelming presence against mine, a hot and insistent will that presses, that seeks to impose itself deep inside me, while your massive legs wrap around my torso like steel cables, compressing my ribs in a bestial vice. Every breath becomes a fight, your raucous breath in my neck radiating a possessive heat that makes my tense muscles vibrate, a confused mix of challenge and primal call pulsating in my veins.

Lying on you in the wet grass, back against his shiny chest, I feel this intimate domination submerge me for a second—but the instinct of MMA and street takes over. With a precise heel strike, I skewer your external calf to create a lever, flex my violently rotated pelvis to unalign its hips, and project my right back elbow into your floating ribs with a short, dull stroke.

At the same moment, I shift my weight to the side, breaking the balance of your legs by forcing them to open with an explosive knee towards the inside. The noose loosens in a muffled growl from him; I roll out of your guard, put myself back on my knees in low guard, breath short and muscles on fire, ready to counterattack. «Not so easy, James», I scold, eyes glued to his, the tension between us more electric than ever.

James Sexy Fucker

When you force me down and I kept you, we felt down but still I have you locked in the full nelson with your back on my chest and your ass on my crotch, and my hard cock in your ass crack feel the male power of James. James’ hot breath on your neck, Jame’s nips rubbing your sweaty sensitive skin on your back, James’ hard 6-pack abs molded on the small of your back, but the most intense feeling was James’ cock had penetrated the inside of your ass crack and felt throbbing so close to your anus.

You mentally panic and your glutes reacted to squeezed so hard Jame’s cock. That shocked you and confused between challenge to wrestle as you won’t give up easy, and primal feeling of just let the intense erotic feeling of giving up to this hot strong stud. Who knows what went in your mind, but the fact of the matter is that you knew a man has locked you and that side of your being came out from the deep inside you. Your fighting in you came alive, and you pull your hips to the side to get some space to kick my legs apart and escape rolling off my grip onto your feet.

I got up in no time and glaze at you with lust that came into me from the hot position I had you as mine. I face you with some distance and cautions with each move, because I am ready to counter whatever you. I GRIN at your comment, “Not so easy, James.” I reply, “Easy things are not worth it, and they are like cheap stuff that comes and goes and no body care. You are worth it Kad.” And we got up facing as we start the match.

Kad Royce

My body is still being crossed by the aftershocks of this overly tight embrace, an inner storm where anguish disputes me with a raw, deep excitement that ties my stomach and makes each muscle shiver. A confused, almost animal heat pulsates within me, leaving my skin hypersensitive, my breath irregular, as if a buried part of myself had just awakened despite the struggle.

I slowly sit up in front of you, feet spread in the wet grass to anchor my balance, glowing chest domed in mute challenge. Our eyes lock, intense, charged with this magnetic alchemy—the sweat that pearls on our skins, the protruding and tense muscles, the heavy breaths that respond in the thick air of the clearing.

You are there, massive, ready, your body irradiating this same virile urgency that consumes us. Without breaking eye contact, I lean down on you with a slippery, smooth step, switching into a low grip to aim at your massive legs. My shoulder crashes against your pelvis in a hot, controlled collision, seeking to unbalance you with a precise sweep of the inner foot.

Our bodies collide again, electric friction of clammy skins and muscles in tension, each contact reviving this underlying fire, this dance of strength and desire that makes the assault even more primal. I make a muffled growl, my arms trying to lock your thighs to project you onto the ground, breathing hard against her warm skin.

James Sexy Fucker

I look you in your eyes, before the bearhug with hot control of your front naked body and the full nelson hold controlling you naked body from behind with my sensual lips at your reach of your back neck with my warm breath, chest pressed on your back with my nips brushing your sensual sweaty skin, my abs / belly molding perfectly on your lower back and upper ass, and my naked primal crotch with my legs like spooning your body, and to say the least my cock hard and leaking wet oily substance into your ass crack made you look like you changed and reconsider this match of two estrangers that met by destiny in a bullfight event in Spain.

This raw primal body contact in two holds applied by a stud new to you has made us felt deep primal excitement in us that made my muscles shiver from having you controlled for a moment and have awaken our desires. I see you dropped sitting naked in the gras with your legs open trying to hook my legs and make me fall. My eyes locked at you, showing a burning desire to conquer you.

Your eyes are locked at me, I grin back at you but in a way telling you with my eyes, “Kad I want you.” As my mind goes into this thought and desire, you go low and try to ger my thick muscular leg well planted on the grass and hit me with your shoulder on my pelvis area, as you find me well balance in a fighting stand, that I am pushed back still standing and your arms grabbing thick thighs while I am wrestling you back you finding my cock hard under your face in your attempt to try to make me fall, and we find us in a good primal struggle of 2 studs naked with your shoulder facing down on my pelvis and feel your hard breathing on my cock.

Kad Royce

This fight we are fighting is not a struggle between two men. It is a battle between two beasts that desire each other. Neither of us wants anything but to possess the other in an incredible way. I feel my puck still pulsating with the memory of your big dick that penetrated it for a few moments. I see my body that has changed and while I’m loading you I feel the drops of precum flying over my abs.

My shoulder enters your stomach, and I can’t help but love this contact with your body even if it is painful. My hands are grabbing your thighs and I’m not sure if I’m doing it to make you fall or only to continue touching you and caressing that body that is putting me in a trance. The fall of our bodies is rapid, and I know that the shock on the grass might weaken you.

But when I find myself on the ground, I feel right next to me the smell of your tense sex. I feel the net of precum on my cheek and I feel this effluvium of bestial sex emanating from you. You move the pelvis a little and I feel that you are trying to block my breathing with your huge dick. For a few moments, I feel like I’m panicking.

My body, my soul, my desire push me to take this dick in my mouth, to suck it like I have never sucked someone. But I know that I must not yield to weakness, and I fear that I will not soon find myself suffocated by its imposing size. I doubt myself and for a few moments I let myself go to temptation by starting to lick your enormous glans. But suddenly, I change my mind and try to regain the advantage over you. My hands rest on your two muscular thighs, and I push like crazy on my arms to extract my head from this trap.

James Sexy Fucker

We are battling as two alpha men for control of each other. I can feel my cock pulsating on his cock in the bearhug hold, the feeling of my cock when it penetrated his ass crack when I full nelson him, and last the feeling of his hot breath on my cock when his shoulder hit my pelvis, which he sniffed my man aroma, and the oozing precum that was heavy leaking that sprayed all over Kad’s face and abs. Also, the feeling of his hot hands on my muscular thighs of light hairy legs as he tried to make me fall but found me firm feet planted on the grass that resisted the take down although the fall was slow and a struggle of both.

What I felt is his passion and his heat and his lust transmitted to me which I love it. As we went down, I kept your face between my legs on my crotch, and the musk meaning from my balls and precum wet cock head, that I felt you sucking my cock and I couldn’t stop me from a nice long soft moan, and hold your head there as my cock went deep, you taste my cock and precum, and you struggled to breath.

I almost forgot I was wrestling this hot stud when he sucked me. Kad reacted and try to pull him off me with his hands resting on my muscular thighs and as he pushed me and pulling his head from my crotch, I grab his arm and his head, wrap my legs around my his neck, pulling your arm through alongside the head and wrap my legs around his neck and one arm, trapping Kad’s head and arm in a triangle choke. His face almost smothered onto my crotch feeling the electricity on my cock and balls.

Kad Royce

I can’t forget the taste of your dick. I can’t forget the thickness of your glans, the length of your penis. Holy shit, what are you doing with me? You just made me taste your tail for a few seconds and I’m already addicted to it. I try to resist fighting, but your hairy thighs are for me like a form of reminder of your divine smell.

But I manage to make you fall. I know that my domination will soon resume. I know that I am not far from my ultimate goal: to dominate you as never before. But I feel your muscular thighs wrapping around my neck. Your hairbrushes against my chin and I feel my dick pulsating like never before. The air is starting to miss me, and I am not far from submitting if I don’t find a way to resist.

I hit your face with my forearm in order to stun you by a few European uppercuts. I tuck in my chin and look at the top of the combat room. My knee rests on your hip, and I press as hard as possible to save space, but there is little left. I then sit on your buttocks; I can’t help trying to insert my dick into your magnificent ass while I place my legs on your muscular arms.

You’re mine, James! I don’t know how long I will last like this, but I have an opening and it can lead me to what I am most looking for: giving you such pleasure that you rarely had.

James Sexy Fucker

I was enjoying you so much the feel of my cock on you and in your pucker and making you sniff my manly musk that was intoxicating you with my taste and smell of my sweaty body getting you locked and you looked like you were getting addicted and weak to my dominance. But we felt, and your head on my pelvis and you looking at my cock that you loved to suck it for a few seconds.

hat to me made me go to heaven and for a few seconds of pleasure distracted me. The lust transmitted in those few seconds was divine. But distracted me and from my BJJ skills I had to get my leg out and above your locked arm. I failed to do so, and you were so close to submit. If I got that triangle choke hold locked with my legs there would have no way out for you than to succumb to my manpower and give me the most beautiful words, “James I submit to you.”

But you manage to punch me with an upper cut on my face while I was loving you sucking me, and with my leg not able to finish the choke, and you came on top of me with my legs up over my belly exposing my open glutes up as you sat on it and your hard cock found an opening at the entrance of heaven for you, I hear “You are mine James!”, and penetrated me with just the cock head, making me feel your hard cock head in my anus.

I only let a soft moan react with all I have to power kick my legs hard and send you off me making you land on your ass on the wet grass.

Kad Royce

This feeling of discovering your ass is divine. My dick has a bit of trouble getting into this narrow hole that didn’t have to take so many dicks as it does. I believe that I have moved on to a stage other than the fight: the time of domination, the time of reward. Maybe even a few moments I had the sweet hope that you were going to let yourself be made. Maybe even I thought that my pleasure was the only thing that mattered. But I feel that you are not such an easy guy to submit to.

I feel your legs moving with violence and power. I am too focused to put my dick in your hole, and I am no longer in battle. I feel that I am losing my balance. I fall over my ass, going to explode on the grass. The pain in the coccyx is real and for a few moments, I feel like an electric shock has just passed through my body.

when I look at what I see. My dick covered with precum is straight in front of my eyes and you, with this hole that I desire so much, are getting up again. Damn, I need to hurry up and despite the pain that is invading my kidneys, I’m trying to sit up before you so I can be the first to resume the attack. But I’m not sure I can do it.

James Sexy Fucker

Once you got the tip of your cock in my hole entrance, I felt the pulsating sensation that it felt good and is hot to enjoy a man like you, but you haven’t win yet. Therefore, no matter how hot it felt my alpha side said, James you need to wrestle this hot man till the end, and that is when all my manpower came alive and I plant my foot on your chest and sent you back flying back and you landed on your tail bone and sort of painful.

The hot feeling of almost getting fucked is over for now, and I spring to my feet, look at you trying to sit and get up, I see you struggling. If I am going to conquer this hot sexy stud, I need to get him weak and submit first and not just make him feel my sweaty muscles or taste my cock and my precum.

I rush in and come from the side as you are trying to sit, I use my BJJ skills I learn when I was in my 20s, so I come by your right side, slam my chest on yours forcing you back and lay your back on the grass, get my right hand on your left armpit, as you try to push my face back I drop my head on the outside left arm, lock both hands behind your neck and mount you to secure.

Then pass you over to your left side laying down for leverage and bring you into my side and locking you in a powerful arm and neck triangle choke. And hold you there draining your strength and making you hard to breathe. I whisper you in your ears, “Kad I told you I want you, and you can stay there and get all your strength drained or submit and let James show you how nice it is to submit to James.”

I apply real pressure on your neck, cutting your breath but also blood needed on your brains until you belong to me because you are locked, pinned, and my sweaty naked strong arms are unbreakable, as my hard cock is humping as I am fucking the grass, while your cock leaks precum and your mouth opens gasping for air.

Kad Royce

This fight is not just a fight between two men. It is a struggle to give as much pleasure as possible to the opponent. We are both tired of this fight and we both wish to devote ourselves fully to a more bestial struggle. But we are both too proud to recognize this desire. I am getting back on my feet, and I hope to be quick enough to counter you.

But you are faster. I feel your arms pass over me extremely quickly to bring me to the ground. I’m starting to panic because I know what you’re going to let me know. How to describe what’s happening in my mind. This immense pleasure when I feel your body against mine, which starts to make my dick flee... mixed with this fear of seeing the air miss me.

I won’t be able to hold on for very long and I know that I’m starting to miss the oxygen. You are an expert in BJJ, but I have a little experience in MMA. I turn my head to look at you and say 'You won’t have me' to reduce the pressure on my carotid. I place my locked arm on your trapeze to move you a little away. To say that I am pushing back the body that I want so much to see stuck to mine.

I try to place my free hand on your hip, and the touch of your skin makes me shiver. I fold up my legs and try to make a bridge by turning towards releasing my arm. My body is covered with sweat, and the vision is less and less clear, but I want to try to escape you even though I know that my submission could be as delicious as yours.

James Sexy Fucker

I have such a respect for this guy I just met, and we are struggling so intense for control of the other. By now we feel the muscles fatigue from all the effort we have put, and the adrenaline is kicking in high drive. I feel his desire to win but to lose is as exciting as winning giving all we have. Now that we have felt real male to male struggle it is a pleasure to get him to his limit as he is giving all to escape, but the more he tries his muscles need mor oxygen that he is not getting and makes him weaker, while he is desperate to break my control.

As he turns his head to get less pressure on his artery and with his hand pushing my throat up, I back out some he leaves his arm weak for me to just push it elbow higher and I sneak my head up to pass his elbow and block it with me head down getting it more of his arm squeeze over his neck and as I have my hands palm over palm locked and roll my shoulder forward down to apply more pressure to choke him more.

It is a matter of control my hot man as he feels being choked with his own arm as I feel he is getting weaker, and tease him again as he is controlled, “Comon Kad I know you moaned when my cock was inside your ass crack, and you tasted my cock giving me a suck, and when my cock sprayed my precum on your face and you tasted, I know you want me on top, you want my cock”. “I have all the time of the world to keep you in this Head and Arm Triangle Choke until you tell me James I submit.”

Kad Royce

For a few moments, I can no longer think about the fight. I move but it’s as if my movements were automatic. I wonder if it’s not only instinct that still makes me react and try to get out of this submission grip. I know that my whole being has now understood that I was going to belong to you and it makes me shiver. Is it from apprehension or certainty of pleasure that I am going to take?

Consciously, I know that I have lost and that my resistance is in vain. Am I still fighting to keep some hope of winning? Is it to offer you an even more beautiful victory and that I belong to you in an even more indisputable way? Everything is blurred, confused in my head, shared that I am by the desire to fight and the desire I have for you to make me your property. My thoughts are too confused to make my moves convincing. You manage to thwart my counterattack. My arm has become a trap, and it is myself who is choking.

I feel that everything is becoming cloudy. I don’t want to lose consciousness; I don’t want to faint so much I want to be aware when you will make me your thing. I raise my hand and touch your shoulder for the first time. Damn! How soft your skin is! Damn! How it makes me want! I type a second time then a third time saying "James, I give up but fuck me please" before realizing that the end of the sentence escaped me.

James Sexy Fucker

I keep holding him in the triangle choke as he Tap, Tap, Tap, on my shoulder, but not to hurt him but because he feels so good, his body is all sweaty in my arms, in my control, and submitting to me as a man defeated in a good battle, but with all the honors of a good fighter need. I feel your breathing is a struggle, as I finally come to earth and release you from my hold.

I mount your chest in victory, happy by the sound of your surrendering. My knees holding down your muscular arms over your head, and my cock dripping precum on your face. I look down at you with lots of attraction and care for a sexy man like you, that I have made him surrender to me, and feel like a great conquer of his manly body that is going to belong to me as more than a prize, but a feeling of ownership, like you are now my property.

 I look at you and tell you that you are a heck of a man, and worth every effort and you know Kad, I am gonna fuck you hard, firm, like a man fucks his prey, but with respect and dignity that I have for you. I look at you and grin with care but with lust, smile and tell you, “I know you are horny to taste me,” so get my cock sucked and rock hard and I push my cock on your lips as you open your mouth without even telling you to and just show me that passion to have me on top.

As my cock is in, I let a soft moan and start massaging your hair with tenderness, but firmly I pull your head till my 20 cm cock goes all the way in your mouth and throat letting you take me nice and deep. YES Kad suck me goooood.

Kad Royce

I know that I am in the process of surrendering to this incredible fighter and never has pleasure been so great. For a few moments, you keep me in this grip, and I know well that it is not to humiliate me but only so that I can still enjoy your admirable body. Then you release me. I look at you with admiration.

Your abilities in wrestling, your eagerness to fight me, the beauty of your body and especially the pleasure that your dick gave me were the reason for my valor. I lost this fight, but I know that I won something else. I’m listening to your words, and I don’t know if ever two men were so much in unison.

I look at this 20 cm dick, and I know that it will give me incredible pleasure. My tongue rests on your glans to start surrounding it. But your subtle hip stroke allows you to introduce the entirety of your sex into my mouth. Even if I wasn’t ready, despite the beginning of gagging that I feel, your caresses on my hair allow me to only take pleasure.

Your warmth, the smell that emanates from your body, everything is awakening my senses. I close my eyes for a few moments to accept the obvious and the pleasure you intend to give me. Then I reopen them. Manage to read in my gaze the pleasure you give me. Manage to read in my gaze that you are changing me.

James Sexy Fucker

I feel my cock throbbing not only because I am exciting but through the fight, the feeling of my opponent was awesome and we discover that both are alpha males, just one of us came on top as a better alpha. That makes me respect Kad even if he is paying his dues for submitting as agreed. So now it is the heat of my cock in his hot thirsty mouth in need and desire to have the man that defeated him.

A rush for having you as my guy to give it to you, to provide you with my most intimate juices will come, but for now I concentrate on getting your desire for your man through your tongue and throat into my cock that is making me burn inside. Now that you are mine, held on your knees in front of my cock, makes your desire from deep in your soul come out.

I circle my hips slow, grab your hair with passion, with care, but with my desire to grinding my 20 cm deep in your throat, as I wanted to fuck your mouth and your throat, catching a pace to thrust into your mouth and deep until my balls his your chin and I see you gag, but not to cause you any pain, but to make sure you get the full taste of a man that is loving you.

I hold your head there until you desperate want some air and I relax and let you breath, till I see you good, and again thrust my cock even deeper till my cock hit your tonsils and your nose is smothered on my thick light brown pubes as you try to breath by your nose and you get intoxicated with my manly musk. I see you gag and even start to cough and drool saliva as you know that you are totally owned by your man.

Kad Royce

Each of your centimeters gives me infinite pleasure. My tongue is working on your thick stem and I’m starting to feel your vein swell under my licks. My own dick is starting to leak dangerously so much I like being on my knees in front of you. But suddenly you enter your dick even deeper into me.

A case of heartbreak invades me, but I try to restrain myself. I only want to satisfy you. The air is starting to miss me, drool running down my mouth while you are exploring my windpipe. I feel your dick deforming my throat and I know that you are giving me incredible pleasure. Your hands are on my head preventing me from catching my breath. I place mine on your buttocks to show you that I want to be as close to you as possible.

My nose collapses on your pubis and your masculine and virile scent invades my nostrils. My brain, my body, my mind are only turned towards you, towards the pleasure you give me and the one I want to give you.

James Sexy Fucker

I am just loving the connection between us being so intense. Now my cock in your mouth is transmitting electricity thru my cock into your mouth. That makes me shiver in a nice way to know we are like one flesh united thru my cock now. I see you drooling and desperate to breath, but I want you so badly that I switch into a big deep firm thrust all the way that I can see my thick cock expanding your throat when it is all in and pushing your Adam Apple.

And I keep doing this so many times that I as much as I care for you now, I pill my cock out drop to my knees. Wrap my arms under your pits and lip lock to give you a passionate kiss, and tell you, “Kad I don’t know what it is, we fought so hard to win control and summit your man, but now it is lust and erotism, and care for you even if I am your top man now claiming you as my stake.”

So, I kiss you again and push you to the grass and lay on your chest to kiss you but at same time spread your legs so my cock is in your ass crack while we make out with passion.

Kad Royce

What you are doing to me is just incredible. You are transforming me. Me, the once glorious fighter, the one who was afraid of losing, I am not only understanding the pleasure of letting go but above all accepting it. I feel like I’m really starting to miss the air as your dick is working my throat like never before. You push me beyond my limits and that’s what I expected from you, that you would be able to show me a new side, a new face of myself.

At that moment, you take your dick out of my mouth and without giving me time to catch my breath, you kiss me with passion. Your tongue enters my mouth like earlier your dick entered my mouth. And like earlier, I completely let myself go, carried by this infinite desire that I have for you. You lead me onto the grass to lie down.

For a few seconds, I close my eyes knowing what will happen, dreading it and hoping at the same time. When I feel your glans against my puck, I know that we are going to head towards incredible happiness. I look at you and smile at you as if to tell you that I want you in me.

James Sexy Fucker

This is so incredible. We met by destiny in a bullfight show, and just because our energy mixes so well we are now in the middle of the woods, together because our man nature to wrestle for what we want or we need sometimes to mark our territory as males, got us to find that it is not only male supremacy but also more if the chemistry blends so well as in our case.

So now I won and I claim you as mine, but with such respect of equal men of honor. You are mine because I won in a fair fight and we made the rules that winner owns his man. Therefore, now neither of us is afraid of any. Win or losing is defined as one got the other by the rules set, or because one had more skills at the time, now that is over and there is a pleasure you and I will experience together.

I skull fucked you till you could not breathe showing total man domination of his defeated man, and you got my cock all the way down your throat till you lack air and gagged, choked, drooled, but my manly musk kept you accepting all my 8” and even more, my precum kept you tasting your man.

Now I pull you to the grass and kissed you with so much passion. Now I fuck your mouth with my tongue to show you how intensity and passion can make a man fall for it. My tongue enters your mouth to explore your oral cavity, and to massage your palate that is what makes you taste food, but in this case taste my tongue, my cock, my sweat, my male juices, and you get intoxicated with it and satisfy in some way your need and desire for your top man.

Once you felt my pecs and nips rubbing on your nips like we were before, you remember how hot you felt. But when I spread your legs and my body laid on you with my wet cock inside your ass crack, that reinforced what you desire. I rub my cock nice and easy between your gluteus and all you wanted to do is let your body goes in pursuit of our happiness.

Kad Royce

I am lying on the grass and feel your tongue in mine, feeling our two mouths stuck together as if we were just one is filling me with contentment. My hands rest on your body. I can feel each of your muscles wet from the sweat of our fights and our lovemaking. I can feel the softness of your skin.

My mouth is too busy kissing you, but I believe that otherwise I could spend my life kissing this divine body, eating your nipples, licking your wonderful abs, caressing with my tongue your bulgy pecs. You managed to subdue me not only by fighting but by giving me infinite pleasure. I have no shame about this defeat, and I am almost proud of it because you managed to give me something incredible.

You stick on me and I feel that your dick is about to enter me. I let out a moan of pleasure to show you that I am ready for this. I run my two hands over your ass as if to encourage you to enter me deeper. The more you penetrate me, the faster my breathing accelerates. The more you penetrate me, the more I show you that I like what you are doing to me.

James Sexy Fucker

I lay on the grass with my defeated man under me consumed by our passionate make out session, as I rub his sensual masculine body and start to softly pinch his nipples to explore him all he as to offer. His akin is sensual as I run my fingertips on each muscle and feel him squirming. Same when I touch his defined abs, and run my fingertips on his sweaty muscles, till my hand reach for his nice cock between our pelvis leaking his sensual precum mixed in our sweat as lube between me and him.

I don’t stroke his cock but with my fingers I circle it and softly wrap it in my hands to more of a nice cock massage than a stroke, making him let nice moans muffled into my mouth as now we breath from each other. At this point, there is no winner or loser because it is a WIN-WIN for both because both want this close encounter of true man passion and sex.

But then my cock start to push in his hole in heat, very slowly as the time doesn’t go by, and my entire cock head mushroom penetrated his hole rim, the world stopped as both felt that attraction to each other as I can be in his hole all my life. And like there is no day or nighttime, I have no rush to enjoy our time, and I push my cock centimeter by centimeter into my lover hole making him just surrender his ass to my cock. Is this called man love?

Kad Royce

We are both lying in the grass. I know that I am the defeated, but I try to convince myself that it is not important because more important than defeat or victory, it is the pleasure we take that drives us to be there. I am no longer just the immense object of your desire as you are mine. Our two bodies express only that, and I don’t even know why we were able to fight anymore.

Maybe we are only here for that... find a pretext to give each other mutual pleasure. I can only enjoy your body and your muscles that slide, that roll under my hands. Suddenly, I feel your dick against my washer. I inhale a big blow, but I know that it is only going to be a moment of intense pleasure.

My washer contracts when it feels your dick head against it. "Relax Kad!" And my washer opens. A powerful moan resounds on the lawn. It is not a fighter’s moan; it is not a wounded man’s moan. It is a moan of a happy man, of a man who understands what he is and the pleasure he can take not only from winning or losing but from being authentic.

James Sexy Fucker

I stopped seeing you as my defeated man, but as you are mine because we share tis lust between us and we are just loving it so much that all what my mind is to care for Kad, to love Kad, and to make him feel good and enjoy me as his man. As I don’t know if time goes by, but your legs are apart letting me free pass to keep penetrating centimeter by centimeter into your hole.

I keep looking in your eyes locked and drop to kiss you deep again feeling you tremble under me, as you wait for me to take your tongue in my mouth and explore my mouth. We just kiss and kiss like seems forever. As I keep pushing in so slow, so I get the full penetration.

I drop down until my chest crashes on yours, the air we breathe is heavy because we breathe from mouth to mouth with our lust from inside us and with our desire to make love to each other regardless of who is top or bottom. There will be times that he will make me enjoy him as my man. So, I lay on top of him, look at his eyes, there is just lust. Time goes by and we just care for each other. Is this mutual lust?

Kad Royce

I am entirely yours and this abandonment is not a renunciation. It is a discovery. Your sex is slowly penetrating into me, and you are leading me little by little towards a certain trance. You lower your trunk to kiss me with enthusiasm, and I know that this mouth that comes to mix his tongue with mine will help me in this initiatory journey.

The lower you get, the better I feel and the deeper you sink, the faster my pace accelerates. Sweat is covering me and I know that it’s not just the traces of the fight. I feel completely well and I now know why I am fighting. It is no longer to win, it is no longer to lose, it is to have that infinite pleasure towards which you guide me.

The more you possess me, the more I surrender to you and the more I discover a new Kad. You have awakened my senses, James. I no longer listen to what I think I am only listening to your body. I feel that you are affecting my prostate. I know that I am not far from reaching this orgasm that I have been waiting for since I met you. I look at you smiling not being able to speak, our two languages being too mixed. But I hope you understand that this message means "Give me all the pleasure you are capable of."

James Sexy Fucker

As I kiss you I feel like we are just meant for each other to meet, to wrestle as we do, but the best is just to come as passion is consuming us. I push slowly inside you till it reaches your prostate and makes you moan as I am kissing and your moan echoes in my mouth loving you more. We are a dangerous combo together, as I just started to go wild in my mind wanting you so much.

I pull up my face because I want to see your face all consumed wanting me so bad as I want to fuck you even more. I see your moan and I know my cock is as deep as your prostate is and I give little thrust to make you feel that sensation that it is when our prostate sex gland is rubbed… I thrust in and out little just for that sex spot that produces so much pleasure and watch your face grin in love at me.

And as you moan loud, I tell you, “Kad… I can’t take it I need to be all the way in to make you have all the pleasure a man that cares for you can give you and I just plunge inside you all the way”… and hold my cock as deep as my balls rest on your gluteus.

Kad Royce

The more you are in me, the more you take possession of my body, the more I know that the mark you are leaving on me will be indelible. You are against my prostate and each of the little pelvic thrusts you give inevitably leads me to total loss of control. Then for a few moments, you withdraw and come back, several times.

Each time, I feel like it’s a lack. As soon as your dick leaves, I feel in need of you and as soon as it comes back the pleasure increases again. Then you stay stuck. Your balls hit my ass, and I feel you completely inside me. The excitement is starting to turn into something else.

I try to move the pelvis slightly to allow your glans to be in good contact with my prostate and I reach this point of no return incredibly. My body is transforming; its mind goes into a world I didn’t know. I start to tremble and the only letters that I am able to pronounce are those that make up your first name 'J A M E S.'

James Sexy Fucker

I feel your body trembles, shaking in pleasure when my throbbing cock head runs over your prostate gland, you moan and your eyes roll like I haven’t seen you doing that. I do it more times and each time. My body processing yours in a very erotic and intimate way as my cock up on your ass, my muscles feel the heat of muscle against muscle as your body is trembling beneath mine.

This is the thrill of excitement and passion, and the feeling of our bodies are united together. I accelerate my pace thrusting my hips in and out, driving my sex tool in and out your ass, as you just moan and moan. And your moans fill my ears with joy and happiness. Each deep breath is a sign of pleasure and joy that only a nice make love can do to both the giver and the receiver.

My thick twenty centimeters moves with a rhythm, sliding in and out, brushing your asshole walls and prostate, grinding against you deep inside, and each thrust feel like it goes deeper and deeper. I whisper softly looking at your eyes like there is nothing else to look at, low, teasing you, smiling at you to tell you, “Kad, this is what real male bonding is at its best, it feels like there is no winners and no losers, because both men win when the man in control makes his man love it and as you belong to me.”

Kad Royce

Each of your pushes brings me closer to an abyss. Each of your pushes brings me closer to the end. I don’t know if I want to fall. This fall would mark an immense pleasure towards which I have aspired since I met you in this bullfighting arena. But it would also mark the end of this moment that we spend together, the end of this sensual bestiality that makes our meeting so unique.

Can we fight against this fall? Is it possible to fight against one’s destiny? I don’t know. But deep down I am convinced that it can be provoked. By putting this drink on me again, you have provoked my destiny. By fighting and making me submit, you have provoked my fate. By fucking me as you do, you bring me towards what I seek like a quest: the infinite pleasure one can have with a man.

My body is no more than a moan; my body is only a sigh. I know that soon it will be nothing but trembling, shivering and intense heat and I await this moment with incredible desire.

James Sexy Fucker

I can feel you are totally consumed by the intense feeling you are discovering by submitting to a man you like and want in every way it is between two guys that are hot and in heat and horny. My cock is all the way in and start to fuck you nice and firm making you feel an immense pleasure, which is when a man penetrates his guy and the feeling of care for each other to pleasure sexually is so intense that both give each other as sensual and primal as animals can have it.

At this point all I can think is pleasure you by fucking you real hard as a real alpha man… I grabbed your cock pulsating between our abs and stroke it sensually and making you moan from your throbbing cock and from my cock fucking your ass. I see your balls churn, and I rub and stroke your cock more, and see you moaning looking at me with so much desire for you to cum as much as me fucking you till I explode in cum inside you.

I see you giving yourself to just shoot your load as if I was fucking your cum off your balls as there is nothing more that our flesh, our bare bodies in heat, and me sliding in your ass, brushing your prostate and inner ass, grinding all the way my 20 centimeters cock deep inside you with a firm manly pace as each thrust feels deeper all the way to your guts, as I tell you looking at your eyes that seem lost, “Kad cum baby cum, let it go, I know you want to cum, I am gonna cum soon too, I can feel you are gonna explode and I am gonna explode in cum too”.

Kad Royce

I still feel the trace of this moment, this raw and burning energy that you describe. It’s as if everything had stopped—just the presence, the warmth, and this fusion without words. You left a deep impression on me, a gentle vertigo that comes back to me as soon as I think about it. It is this tension between abandonment and power that upsets me the most. I feel the strength in you.

You dominate me completely and while your hand is working with precision on my sex, my moans grow in intensity. You are about to take me to the point of no return. I know, and you know it as well as me, that I will soon lose my charge in a cry of intense happiness. But what neither one nor the other knows is how much your imprint will mark me, how hard I might have to do without you. But suddenly, it is no longer possible for me to think.

Suddenly, my brain is only tense towards what my body feels. This kind of bubbling in the bottom of my stomach. This loss of energy that invades my body feels nothing but pleasure. I no longer understand what is happening. I no longer know who I am or where I am. I just know that James, you are giving me an incredible orgasm while my dick pulls several charges, and I only wish one thing: that it never stops.

James Sexy Fucker

I know you are surrendering to me even if inside you would try to resist me, but the pleasure is immense and so much pleasure and lust between us that you succumb to me. I hear you desperate, shaking, shiver, trembling between your man pride and your desire to experience belonging this time to your alpha man, like you want it and need it. All my body start to shake and jerking, and my balls are edged and need to give love. My breath accelerates.

I look at you. It feels like we are united, I moan, you moan, I see you and tell you, “Kad I am gonna fill you up with my most precious gift a man can give you.” I feel your ass squeezing my cock in deep, with full force, as you don’t want me to pull my cock out. The sensation is so intense for both, overwhelming, pleasure overtake us. My cock punches into your prostate, feel it throbbing inside, I know I am gonna cum…

I know you are edge to cum like we synchronize our bodies as one flesh, and then the point of no return, my cock explodes deep inside your guts. Oh man I am cumming hard and breeding you with love, and your ass clenches, tight, making me cum all I have as I explode on another rope of cum, until I am spend, and I am emptied, and my strength collapses on you.

Kad Royce

Everything happens as if I were both tense and liberated. The rise is gradual and I think I can control it. My heart is beating faster and faster, then my breathing becomes short and irregular. My muscles contract at the level of my thighs and my lower abdomen.

I am overwhelmed by a wave that slowly swells. All the energy I feel is concentrated in one point. Then a series of contractions that I no longer control at all run through my pelvis. I am hot, I have never been so hot. I no longer know what surrounds me. My mind surrenders while being totally focused on the pleasure I feel. I don’t want this moment to stop, ever.

James Sexy Fucker

My body on top of yours as we breath hard, I smile at Kad, we feel only the pleasure, we feel both release, I hold him there, as I conquered him, I caress his cumed belly, his nips, as our bodies still trembles, I played with the cum he shot on his belly, and rubbed with sensuality on his sweaty skin, and he shot so hard that spills on my belly too.

I am so hot for Kad that I don’t want this felling for him to end. I pull out my cock slowly making him feel my cock still hard coming out and I stroke my cock at him, showing him what made him squirm so hot.

Kad Royce

You are in me and I have not experienced such a great pleasure for a long time. You flood my ass with your divine sperm, and I know that this moment will remain marked in my mind for a long time. Then you withdraw. For a few seconds, I wonder how I will manage the lack, how I will do to no longer have you in me.

But you stroke your dick against my skin as if you had understood that I never want to forget this moment. I approach as I can, with the little strength I have left, my skin of your head of acorn to be able to enjoy you for a few more moments.

THE END

Published: 2026-03-03, viewed 129 times.