THE HIGH TABLE

In all the time I’ve been runnin my gang, I’ve seen men and boys come and go. Some left cause they couldn’t measure up. Others left cause once they got initiated, they couldn’t handle the raw, vicious action that went down almost every damn night. We ain’t some weekend warrior crew. We’re tough, experienced street fighters, brawlers, and rasslers who can take care of ourselves and our opponents, no matter how dirty it gets.

That bein said, as brutal, rough, and vicious as we get when we’re fightin we all got that other side. The one that turns the violence into foreplay. We fight like animals, then we fuck like animals…long, nasty, sweaty sessions where the winner claims his prize and both men get what they really need. The longer and meaner the fight, the hotter and wilder the sex that follows. That’s just how we do things.

I’d heard rumors about this young, undefeated prospect named Torin Rook. The name alone caught my attention, but when I finally got a good look at his picture with that tight, toned 18-year-old body, buzzed hair, clean-shaven face, and those lean, wiry muscles built for pit fightin well, my cock throbbed hard. 5’11”, 167 pounds, 46” chest, 33” waist, 17” biceps, 25” thighs, and a 9-inch cock with big balls. Street fighter, cage wrestler, MMA grappler too. This kid knew his shit and never backed down. Perfect.

I shot him a message: If yer serious about joining the crew, meet me and the boys at midnight behind the biker bar. Dress how ya want. Bring whatever. We’ll see if ya got what it takes.

The gang was already gathered under the flickerin alley lights when Torin showed up right on time. I was leanin against my 2019 Indian FTR 1200 S, Titanium Metallic over Thunder Black Pearl, dressed in a dirty white t-shirt stretched tight across my hairy, tattooed 49” chest, ripped blue jeans with a jock underneath, and my steel-toed boots. The moment the rest of the boys saw him step into the light…a cocky buzz-cut kid in his own torn white t-shirt and dark ripped jeans, looking fresh but ready…low whistles and chuckles rippled through the group.

I grinned wide, slid off the bike, and walked straight toward him. Torin met me in the center of the alley without hesitation, both of us sizin each other up under the harsh overhead lights. He was a little taller, I had the weight and thickness advantage, but the fire in his eyes said he didn’t give a single fuck about any of that.

Torin Rook

I looked you up and down slowly, a smug smirk spreading across my clean-shaven face. My voice was steady and cocky. “Yeah, I showed up. You really think some old ginger bear like you is gonna break me in? I’ve taken down bigger guys than you in the pits and left ‘em leaking on the mat. But I’m here for the initiation. Let’s do this, old man. I accept whatever fucked-up rules you got.”

Dan Freyr

I chuckled low, steppin closer until we were almost chest to chest, my thick ginger beard brushin near yer face as I stared ya down. “Good. That’s the right answer, kid. Name’s Dan Freyr. 46 years old, 5’9”, 186 pounds of hairy, tattooed muscle. I brawl dirty, I fight mean, and I always finish what I start. Rules are simple: anything goes. No safe words, no mercy, no stoppin until one man submits or cain’t continue. Winner gets to own the loser’s ass however he wants…long, rough, and nasty. Sound good to you, purty boy?”

Torin Rook

My smirk widened into a full grin, my fists clenching at my sides as I bounced lightly on the balls of my feet, my 25-inch thighs flexing under the ripped denim. “Old man with a beer gut and a ginger bush thinks he can handle me? I’m gonna tie you up in knots, make you tap like a bitch, then fuck that hairy ass raw while your boys watch. Hope you like tasting your own blood, Freyr cause I’m gonna rearrange that pretty beard of yours.”

Dan Freyr

I laughed, a deep, rumblin sound, and shoved my thumbs into my waistband, tuggin my jeans down a bit to show the thick bulge of my jock and the outline of my 9-inch uncut PA-pierced cock. “Big words for a skinny little street punk. I’m gonna enjoy crushin them purty abs, grindin my 28-inch thighs around yer head until yer seein stars, then rippin those jeans off and breedin that tight hole till yer beggin for more. Ya talk a good game, Rook… but I’m the one who’s gonna leave ya limpin outta this alley with my load drippin down yer legs. Ya ready to get fucked up, boy?”

Torin Rook

I cracked my neck, eyes blazing with hunger. “Bring it, grandpa. I’m gonna make you my bitch in front of your whole crew.”

The air between us crackled with tension. The gang formed a loose circle, cheerin and catcallin as we circled each other slowly in the dirty alley, fists raised, muscles tensin, both of us rock hard and ready for war.

Torin Rook

You were a beast of an opponent even if I had some height advantage, knowing full well that this bear could be on top of me with his weight on me if I wasn't careful, and yet I also wanted to throw caution to the wind...or maybe a mix of both. I held my bare-knuckles up with street fighter swagger that you would find in a young punk like me, shoulders and hips moving as it keeps my whole torso moving as my boot scuffled along the ground more than your more heavy nature stance. You wanted to see a street warrior, and I was eager to deliver as my motions allow me to react more easily to a thrown haymaker that you launched my way to get things started. I ducked under the vicious right hook that has clearly knocked of heads of others my size or maybe even bigger, hearing your limb whizz right over my head before attempting to throw a hard right handed uppercut right to your jaw to try and rattle you good, which was then followed by me stepping closer to apply pressure, to throw in a hard knee to your gut in the mix. "How's this feel?!"

Dan Freyr

Yer uppercut snaps my head back, rattlin my teeth and sendin a hot flash of pain thru my jaw. That knee sinkin deep in my hairy gut, forcin a grunt outta me as the air leaves my lungs for a second. Little fucker hits harder than he looks. I move back a half-step, then let out a deep, gravelly laugh that turned into a snarl. My thick ginger beard split in a savage grin as I shook it off, steppin right back into yer space like the blows barely registered. “That all ya got, boy? Felt like a fuckin love tap.”

Before ya can reset, I explode forward with my heavier frame, throwin a short, brutal left hook to yer ribs, then immediately wrap my massive 28-inch thighs around one of yer legs in a tight clinch. I drive my shoulder into yer chest, musclin ya backward until yer back slams hard against the rough brick wall of the alley with a meaty thud. The gang whooped and hollered.

Torin Rook

I had to throw my whole weight into that knee strike, leaving me having to catch myself with my hands on the hard pavement before turning back to you exploding out at me like my hits barely rocked ya as I take a hard shot to the ribs, causing me to grunt as my body leans to the opposite side of where you struck me, before taking me to the wall as I was letting out a mix of yells and grunts of pain, showing the pain you inflicted vocally, but with you in this position, I wrap an arm around your head in a reverse headlock with your arm under my armpit before raising knee strikes to your chest over and over for as long as I can. "Fucking! How! Does this! Feel!?" I say over and over again through brutal knees.

Dan Freyr

“Gonna need more than that pretty-boy speed, Rook,” I growl right in yer face, my hot breath and ginger beard brushin yer clean-shaven jaw as I pin ya there. One big hairy hand clamps around yer throat while the other rips at the already torn collar of yer white t-shirt, tearin the fabric further with a loud rrriiiip to expose more of yer tight 46” chest.

I grind my thick, jock-bulgin crotch against yer thigh, lettin ya feel my fat 9-inch PA-pierced cock already leaking and hard. “Yer fast… but I’m heavy. And I hit like a goddamn freight train.”

I start to pull my head back slightly, but ya get that reverse headlock on me yankin my head down as ya trap my arm under yers. OK, so this tough kid has got some street smarts and knows how to fight back for damn sure. Suddenly, them knees of yers start blastin up into my chest over and over like cannonballs slammin into me at top speed. I grunt and yell out as they drive in, but I ain’t nowhere near done yet as I reach up and rake yer face with my free hand and twist loose from yer grip. I don’t wait as I slam a nasty short headbutt into yer nose and mouth, followed by two hard body shots to them wiry abs with my free fist. “C’mon, punk… show me…that fire. I’m just…gettin warmed up. By the time I’m…done with ya, them purty abs are…gonna be bruised purple and yer…tight hole is gonna be gapin with my load. Yer move, boy!”

Torin Rook

You and me made the wall into our little fighting corner for the moment as you are pressed hard against me as you shredded my white shirt, causing me to go shirtless now as you see little green bruises on my body, feeling your hard 9 inches on my thigh as you feel mine on yours, the match getting us hot and worked up as you then raked my eyes and face, causing my vision to blur as I loosen my grip as you sink more in hits to my face, blood oozing from my nose as I grunt out and try to switch our position by turning to slam your head against the wall and use my body weight to try and cut off the airflow to your lungs, grunting and heaving with effort.

Dan Freyr

Them knees hammerin into my thick, hairy chest like pistons, each one forcin a deep grunt outta me as the impact thudded against muscle and bone. This little shit managed to twist us, slammin the side of my bald head against the rough brick wall with a solid crack that made my vision spark for a second as ya press in hard, tryin to crush the air outta my lungs with yer leaner frame. I snarl like a pissed-off animal, blood tricklin from a small cut on my forehead where the brick bit me. “That the best ya got, Rook?!” Instead of backing off, I power forward, usin my 186 pounds of dense muscle to shove ya right back into the wall with me as our bodies hit it together with a heavy thud. My big hairy forearm slams across yer bloody face, pinnin yer head while my other hand drops low and grabs a fistful of yer ripped jeans at the waistband. With a savage roar I yank upward hard, tryin to lift the lighter kid slightly off his feet as I drive my thick 28-inch thigh between yer legs, grindin it up against yer hard 9-incher.

“Fuckin’ punk think ya can smother me?” I growl right in yer bleedin face, my ginger beard now smeared with a little of yer blood as I press my sweaty, hairy chest tight against yer exposed torso. I can feel yer heart hammerin as I stomp my steel-toed boot down on yer instep to keep ya trapped, then another brutal headbutt right in yer bloody nose. I rip harder at yer jeans, the denim startin to tear at the seams with loud poppin sounds, exposin more of yer lean hips and the top of whatever yer wearin underneath. “Looks like yer gonna be bareassed soon, boy! And from where I stand, I think ya like bein manhandled and beat the fuck up!” I taunt ya as my rock-hard, PA-pierced cock throbs visibly against ya through my jock as I hump it aggressively against yer body.

Torin Rook

You and I were fighting for control of each other as you gave and pulled hard on the waistband of my ripped jeans and just torn right through the weak fabric, causing my pants to open and slack down just a little lower than my waist. But you could see my hard, throbbing 9 inch twink cock throbbing in my jock and rather thick. Not as thick as you perhaps, but my size had made men shiver at the sight or thought of taking me and what I'm packing. But you ram your thick leg up between my leg roughly, causing me to let out a deep groan, pain shooting through me but a pain that excites me more. Another headbutt to my nose caused me to shut my eyes tightly as I felt tears swelling up. But fight though, I don't need to see clearly to fight back as you hump against me. Though my teary eyes, blood dripping nose and slightly bloody teeth, my grin almost seem sadistic as I reply. "Harder bitch! Like this!" I shouted before smacking my elbow down hard on your head over and over again with my right elbow while my leg hand grabs and tears your shirt from the back collar like I was trying to strangle you with your own shirt, holding it as I yell out like a wild beast!

Dan Freyr

Them sharp elbows crash down on the top of my bald head over and over, each one sendin jolts of pain thru my skull and makin my vision blur as the cut on my forehead gets opened more, blood streamin down my bearded face. Ya grab and yank my own dirty white t-shirt up and back, rippin the filthy material and twistin the collar tight round my thick neck like ya was tryin to choke me out with it. I growl thru the pressure, veins bulgin in my neck as I fight for air. “Harder, bitch?!” I roar back, voice raspy but full of fury. “That’s my fuckin line, ya little street rat!” I suddenly drop my weight and explode upward, slammin my forehead into yer chin in a vicious upper headbutt while my big hands grab the waistband of yer already shredded jeans. With a savage two-handed yank and a loud RRRRRIP, I tear the rest of yer jeans wide open down the front and sides, lettin em sag and drop around yer thighs. I see yer hard 9-inch cock spring free in that jock, thick and throbbin.

Before ya can land another elbow, I wrap my powerful thighs around one of yer legs in a standin grapevine, then drive forward and take ya down hard to the filthy alley ground with me on top. The impact knocks the wind outta both of us as I land heavy between yer legs, my hairy, sweaty 186-pound frame crushin ya into the dirt, gravel, and trash. I rip my own torn t-shirt the rest of the way off and fling it aside, my thick hairy chest and tattooed shoulders gleamin with sweat under the flickerin alley light. Blood from my forehead drips down onto yer bloody face as I grab yer wrists and pin em above yer head with one big hand.

“Welcome to the ground, boy,” I snarl, grindin my rock-hard 9-incher in my ragged jeans directly against yer exposed cock in a slow, dominant thrust. “This is where I break purty boys like you.” I rear back and slam a heavy forearm across yer bloody mouth, then lean down and drag my ginger beard across yer face, smearin blood and sweat together before bitin down hard on the side of yer neck…not enough to end it, but enough to mark ya as mine. The gang is losin their shit, cheerin and shoutin insults as I start dry-humping ya aggressively right there in the dirt. “Gonna rip that jock off next and fuck ya raw in front of everyone. How’s that feel, punk? Still think yer gonna make me your bitch?”

Torin Rook

I hit the ground hard in a heavy grunt as you and I hit the ground from you tangling my legs up in a grapevine, letting out what sounded like a hoarse yell of pain from the wind getting knocked out of you. Blood flings from my mouth from the massive forearm slam you gave me, painting the ground a little more red in our brutal beating. I was practically naked with you on top, safe for my jockstrap as you pinned me and dry hump me aggressively, forcing my cock out from the side of the jock to get exposed. I could feel your blood dripping on my face and chest some, giving me an even more vicious look, trying to give this fight my all as I couldn't react with you pinning my arms too easily, struggling as I lift my legs to wrap around your ribs to squeeze tightly in a hard squeeze, working quickly to make it harder for you to react as I use this position to both squeeze as I bridge my body up into yours to try and buck you off me and use my legs to try and shift your weight off me. The cheers from the other members made this fight feel more electrifying than my other fights as this lights up a fire under me to keep fighting. "I still just might, grandpa!"

Dan Freyr

I feel yer legs clamp around my ribs like a vice, squeezin hard as ya bridge up tryin to throw me off. The pressure forces a deep grunt from my chest, but I just laugh thru the pain, my bloody beard splittin wide. “Nice try, kid but yer squeezin a goddamn oak tree!” I snarl. I shift my hips and drive my full weight back down, slammin my thick hairy gut and chest onto ya to crush the bridge. My powerful thighs flex and spread yer legs wider apart as I break the squeeze and pull free. Grabbin my own torn jeans, I rip em off my body leavin me in just my jock and boots like you. Both our hard cocks stickin outta our jocks as the gang cheers us on. “Nice cock boy…hope ya know what to do with it or do I need to teach ya that too?” I taunt ya as I lunge in and grab ya by the throat with one hand and start pushin ya back across the alley toward an old cracked wood door in the wall. My free hand reaches down and wraps around yer big fuck tool squeezin it as I push and shove ya back. “Still think ya got me, punk? Yer almost naked, bleedin, and bein shoved around like the little bitch ya are. I’m gonna fuck that fight right outta ya!” The gang roars louder as we get to the wood door and I slam the back of yer head against the rotted wood makin it snap and break into splinters. I feel yer hard cock throb in my grip and grin at that and lean in, my ginger beard brushin against yer lips. “Ready to submit and give up and get fucked by me boy or ya got anythin left?” I growl with a smirk on my face as I let go of yer throat and cock and move back.

Torin Rook

I let out a pained cry as I swear that I felt my rib fracture when you slammed yourself down on me before I get forced back up onto my feet as I watched you tear your own pants off and freed your jock from the confinement of said clothing as we were both naked and bleeding as I still managed a grin through blood covered teeth. "So are you, you cu--guru!!" I felt your big hand latched around my throat and the other around my cock as you were forcing me back, the pain in my side forcing my body to give but that didn't stop my fighting spirit as I slammed my elbow against your jaw this time, but you were totally unaffected as you slammed my back against the wooden door, feeling splinters in my back from the impact but stayed standing as you taunt me more. I held myself up still, many of your boys impressed that I could stay standing after those brutal moves, but as you were moving back. I was hurt and compared to what you did to me, you're just covered in flesh wounds...but damn hot looking as I held my fists up. "I'm far from finished old man!" I say as I burst out from the splintered door and rushed you, winding back a right haymaker as a feint as I changed it to my lifting my leg right between your legs so my boot would slam into your jockstrap, resorting to street boy tactics as I get you good and winded so I could follow up with slipping my leaner frame around behind you with my arms around your weight in a messy form, but still hurt just as hard to slam your back against the pavement and stones, taking us back to the ground and trying to position myself so my right knee is on your muscle gut with my right knee and my left pinning your right arm down as I throw two right handed punches against your jaw before trying to get your arm in a armbar with my grappling prowess.

Dan Freyr

That boot slammed hard into my jock-covered balls, sendin a white-hot explosion of pain through my groin that made me roar and double over for a split second as the sweat-soaked jock fell apart and off my body, leavin me bareassed and booted. Then ya follow it up fast, slippin behind me and slammin my back to the dirty pavement. Yer knee diggin into my hairy gut and punches rockin my jaw as ya try to lock in an armbar. I grunt through the pain, blood and sweat flyin, but my thick, veteran muscle wasn’t done yet. With a savage bellow I power my hips up hard, buckin ya forward, then use my free arm and weight to roll us violently, reversin the position so I end up on top again, my heavy 186-pound frame crushin ya back into the gravel and trash.

I slam my forearm across yer throat to pin ya down, then reach back and rip yer jockstrap completely off, leavin ya fully naked cept for yer boots and exposed under me. My own fat, PA-pierced cock slaps heavy against yer abs as I ground down on ya. “Dirty little fucker… kickin me in the balls? I’m gonna make ya pay for that,” I growled, my bloody ginger beard drippin on your face. Knowin I could start a ground and pound and end this, but well fuck, I’m havin way more fun than it oughta be legal to have and I gotta say I’m so fuckin impressed with this youngster. He fights like…well…fuck it…he reminds me of ME when I was his age…cocky confident and never backs down. I get up off ya and yank ya up to yer feet and shove ya back. My fists come up as I lock eyes with ya. Both of us naked and booted as the gang is goin wild watchin this. I smirk at ya, “C’mon, big man, let’s see can ya bare knuckle brawl as good as ya rassle. Come and get ya some…punk…BOY!”

Torin Rook

Shit, I couldn't lock in the armbar like I wanted to, but I was able to show that this lean fighter had tricks and skills to use against beasts like you to give you trouble as my face was practically coated in a mix of your blood and mine as you jammed your forearm hard against my throat. Thinking to myself on how much you love those, and yet each hit I took made me wanna prove I could stay standing or fighting for the gang as their cheers were getting defining as you threaten to make me pay for the low blow, but I would sure as hell do it again as I flashed you a little shit eating grin, but it spoke a thousand words that only you and I would be able to understand. I’m then back to my feet as you pushed me back for a good hard brawl, the circle getting smaller from this as I felt some hands catch me, some of your gang members as they gave me words of encouragement, even if I really didn't need it...but it felt nice having people in my corner for this. I stumbled slightly cause of the pain in my side from that rib fracture, but I didn't let it slow me down as I stood with my fists up and cock hard as a rock, pointed at you like a dagger as I grin and spat blood out of my mouth. "Let’s fucking rumble." Before throwing a two-piece combo, looking to rock you right in the temple while trying to stay more light on my feet in attempts to react to your strikes. "Come on!!"

Dan Freyr

I watch as ya get to yer feet and take a few steps back as members of the gang give ya words of encouragement. I feel a swell of pride as that tells me that they already consider ya a member and even though I ain’t said so official yet, ya definitely proved ya belong here with us. I won’t lie and say there might be somethin more buildin between us, specially when I see that little shit eatin grin of yers. Cocky little fucker could be me years ago for damn sure! I get them thousand words that yer sendin me and grin back at ya over my upraised fists. I see that stumble and I know it’s from that rib fracture cause I for sure already feel the ones in my side complainin but I ignore as we move closer together. Ya catch me quick with that two piece combo that rocks my temple good enough that I grunt out from it. I answer it with a fast left aimed low at that rib but it’s a feint as I fire off my big right fist straight at yer cheek then move in and ram my left knee hard in yer abs. Our hard cocks bouncin and drippin as we go at it and from the look in yer eye, I can tell that yer like me. Ya love fightin and ya love fuckin but ya think of fightin as foreplay. That’s perfect far as I’m concerned. I growl low at ya, “Keep em comin, kid. Show the old man what ya can do! Try and fuckin take me out, ya punk ass cocky fuck!”

Torin Rook

You and I set up and we trade our blows as my knuckles had turned red from our fight as I got you good, but as I see your one arm move for a strike as I move to dodge it, only it never came and you rocked my cheek with a hard punch that had me sweating. Blood and spit flying and more blood running down from the corner of my lips as you nail me in the abs, coughing out as I felt the air leave my lungs a bit as it caused me to lean into you to stay up, no thanks to the internal fracture on my ribs making this tricky. But quickly push your chest to keep some space for this standing brawl as I try catch you off guard with a little finesse, throwing a spinning backfist towards your bearded jaw, feeling the blood that’s dripping from your beard get on my hand before trying to push your head down for a solid knee to your temple. "WHOOOOOA!!! Fucking get some ya self!!" You legit were my opponent and my own hype man for this as we clicked during our alley brawl.

Dan Freyr

That spinning backfist cracks across my bearded jaw, snappin my head to the side and sprayin blood and sweat everywhere. Before I can reset, yer knee slams into my temple, rattlin my brain and makin the alley lights blur for a second. I stagger but stay on my feet, lettin out a wild, rumblin laugh that turns into a roar. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talkin about!” I bellow, my hard cock bouncin and leakin as I shake the stars outta my head. I explode forward and crash into ya with a flurry of heavy bare-knuckle shots…a right hook to the ribs, a left to the jaw, then a big overhand right that rocks yer head back. I grab the back of yer neck with one hand and pull ya into a clinch, our sweaty, bloody, muscular bodies slammin together as our throbbin cocks grind hard against each other. I growl hot and low right against yer bloody mouth, beard brushing yer lips, “Yer a goddamn animal, Rook… just like I was. Keep swingin, kid…I’m havin the time of my fuckin life!” Then I shove ya back and immediately follow with a brutal body shot to them cracked ribs and a headbutt right to the bridge of yer nose, both of us grinnin like madmen thru the pain and blood as the gang goes absolutely feral cheerin us on. “C’mon, boy! Gimme more!”

Torin Rook

It was hard to tell if I was wearing more of my blood or yours as your combo really rocked my body and head as the punch to my hurt ribs made me lean into you before making a cut from the overhand right. But instead of letting you headbutt my bleeding nose, I reared my head back as well as I collide foreheads with you, causing our cut foreheads to collide hard as I hear you say to give you more as I was panting heavily but grinning through the pain before exploding at you in a rush and being like the punk I am, went for a fainted haymaker to your head but went for another boot between the legs for another ball shot as I had that sinister smirk again. I then grab your beard to force you to bend over so you were face to face with my dick as I deliberately smack your face with it in sexual domination. "Fuck you're so gonna get it." Before then trying to trap you in your position by wrapping my thighs around your head in a creative standing headlock with my legs as I start throwing lefts, rights, lefts, rights on repeat to your sides, making sure I target your own cracked ribs as well as mixing in some harsh hammerfist strikes to your back.

Dan Freyr

That forehead collision busted us both open even more, blood pourin down our faces as our heads cracked together. Then ya slam yer boot into my balls again, makin me roar in pain while ya grab my ginger beard, yank me down, and smack yer hard cock across my bloody face. The cocky attitude combined with how fuckin hot it only pissed me off and turned me on more. “Ya cocky little shit!” I snarl with a savage grin, blood and pre-cum drippin from my beard. Before ya can lock those thighs around my head, I power up, wrap my massive arms around yer waist and lift ya up clean off the ground. Drivin forward I slam yer back hard into the alley wall, crushin him there with my heavier body. My thick, PA-pierced cock grinds aggressively against yers as I start throwin short, vicious uppercuts into yer already bruised abs and ribs. “Yer havin fun smackin me with that dick, huh boy?” I growl right in yer face, beard brushin yer mouth and I cain’t resist as my long thick tongue licks across yer lips and suddenly shoves in between yer lips into yer mouth as I hold ya there between me and the wall. Pullin my face away, I smirk and growl, “My turn.” I bite down on yer shoulder hard, then yank ya off the wall and take ya back down to the filthy ground, mountin ya heavy while rainin forearms across yer bloody chest and face. “Keep fightin dirty, Rook… I fuckin love it. But now I’m really gonna wreck ya!” The gang was screaming as I humped ya dominantly in the dirt.

Torin Rook

You soon had me on the ground, more blood pouring from the cuts I was covered in as you and I were going all out with this fight, my body feeling bashed and bloodied as you mount me and we start throwing wild strikes at each other as I take your forearms, getting blurred vision from the hits as I try to defend against your slams with one arm while I slam my fist against your jaw and throat, and even trying to throw my leg up against your dick and balls again as you egg me on. "Fucking beast...!" I shouted out as my body keeps fighting on, but I could see the world starting to double from the hits.

Dan Freyr

Neither one of us willin to back down or slow down for that matter as the strikes and blows just keep comin from both of us. The blood and sweat makin it hard for both of us to see where we’re hittin but at this point all we care about is hittin anywhere we can and causin as much pain and pleasure as we can. Both of us bloody and sweatin and both pre cummin like crazy as well as the gang is yellin and cheerin both of us on. Just then, that fist rams across my jaw rockin my head back then that second shot to my throat makes me howl and gag as I roll off of ya onto the ground, grabbin my throat and coughin and gaggin. That leg of yer hits my dick and balls addin to the pain as I yell out and roll away from ya tryin to recover before this tough, sexy, hot kid comes after me.

Torin Rook

As you and I threw crazy and wild punches, I finally got some good hits in as I then felt your weight shift off me as you try to roll away, leaving me gasping and coughing from the fight. On my hands and knees and seeing you as a blur I mount you on your back as you roll, staying on you as best I can, my bloody face pressed hard against your neck and back as to figure out where I wanna attack ya at next. I try and wrap my arms around you in a rear naked choke hold and throwing some tired but hard strikes to your face as I do so, all the while my cock was hard against your ass, growling out in effort as the fight had me worked up, bleeding and leaking precum from the hot fight.

Dan Freyr

I feel yer lean body mount my back, arms snakin around my thick neck for that rear choke while yer hard, leaking cock grinds right between my ass cheeks. The pressure on my throat makes me gag and roar, but the feel of yer dick against my hole only fuels the fire. “Fuckin bold, kid…” I snarl through gritted teeth, blood drippin from my mouth. With a massive surge of power I push up on all fours, then explosively roll and slam my back and you with it hard into the alley wall behind us. Hopin the impact knocks the wind out of ya and loosens the choke just enough, I reach back and grab a fistful of yer buzzed hair and yank yer head forward over my shoulder and twist violently to try and reverse and get me on top of yer back. The gang screamin and cheerin as we struggle and thrash as our bloody sweaty muscled bodies slam into the brick again and again. Finally, I manage to get loose and twist ya around. I wrap one thick arm around yer throat in my own rear naked choke, my heavy, hairy body crushin ya down into the dirt and gravel as my fat, PA-pierced 9-incher slides right between yer ass cheeks, hot and leakin. “Gotcha now, punk,” I growl hot and ragged right against yer ear, beard scrapin yer bloody neck while I squeeze the choke and start grindin my cock against yer hole. “All that fightin made me so fuckin horny… time to claim what’s mine.” I bite down on the back of yer neck and start dry-humpin ya harder, the gang goin insane as I dominate you on the ground. “Tap or get bred, boy. Yer choice.”

Torin Rook

I try to get you in a tight choke hold, but you were too well fortified for me to be able to get you locked down good and tight as I soon found myself under you, groaning out before feeling your arms around my neck tightly, my hands instinctively going to your arms in an attempt to try and pry them off of my neck, only to not be able to budge your thick arms, but at least able to get some air into my lungs as I feel your beard against my neck and neck as well as the blood from our fight. I started to throw quick, multiple jabs at your face and head with my right arm, trying to stay swinging! "RrrrrrRRHHHGH!!!" I roared out in effort as I punched away.

Dan Freyr

Them desperate punches keep landin on the side of my head and face, splittin skin and makin my vision flash, but I just laugh through the pain. “That’s it, kid… keep swingin till the end. I fuckin love it,” I growl against yer ear, beard matted with blood and sweat. I keep the choke tight enough to keep ya gaspin for air as I use my free hand and grab onto yer big 9 incher and start slowly strokin and pumpin it in my grip. Then I thrust my hips forward hard, forcing the fat, PA-pierced head of my cock past yer tight ring and buryin half my 9 inches deep inside ya in one rough stroke. “Fuuuuck… there we go,” I moan loudly as I start pumpin deeper, stretchin ya open while the gang goes ballistic. I bite down on the back of yer neck hard enough to mark ya and start fuckin ya with long, powerful strokes, my heavy balls slappin against yers in the dirt. “Submit, Rook. Tap or just take this load like the tough little fighter ya are. Yer ass feels too good to stop now… and I ain’t pullin out till I breed ya full and make ya blow yer load.” I grind in deep and hold it there, chokin and humpin ya dominantly. “Give it up, boy… yer mine.”

Torin Rook

I feel you soon force your PA-cock get shoved roughly inside me, causing me to yell out at the rough penetration, a sting of pain struck through my body but, it was quickly changed into a mix of pain and pleasure as I’m taking your cock as well as feeling you stroking my own cock as you shoved me further into the turn, screaming out when I feel you bite my neck again as I try grabbing at the back of your neck to dig my fingers against your neck to try and pressure point you, but there was no slowing you down. "N-No...."

Dan Freyr

That weak pressure point dig on the back of my neck registers through the adrenaline and pure lust and I feel the pain of it but I ain’t about to stop now. I just growl deeper and fuck ya harder, slammin every thick inch of my cock into yer tight hole with long, brutal strokes that slap my heavy balls against yers. My big hairy fist keeps pumpin yer own 9-incher in perfect rhythm with my thrusts, squeezin and twistin around the head on every upstroke. “‘N-No’ my ass, boy,” I snarl hot and filthy right against yer ear, beard scrapin yer bloody skin as I bite down on yer neck again. “Yer hole is grippin me like it never wants me to leave. Feel that, Rook? That’s me ownin this ass.” I pick up the pace, poundin ya deeper into the dirty ground while strokin ya faster. “C’mon, tough guy… submit and cum for Daddy. Ya know ya wanna. Shoot that load while I breed ya full in front of the whole crew. Give it up, kid…yer mine now.” I crank the choke just a little tighter and hammer into yer prostate relentlessly, determined to make ya explode first.

Torin Rook

I continued to struggle as the pressure point didn't work either, resorted back to punching you, though I felt you crank that choke hold harder and felt you shift your weight to make it impossible to draw air now, my legs squirming a little under you as I tried to keep fighting, knuckles slammed against your hard head! BAM! BAM! Bam...! Bam....bam..." Before my arm slowly started going limp...the sounds of the crowd fading away slowly as my arm falls to the ground, but I remember feeling an intense sense of pleasure as I’m forced to let loose a big load into the dirt before napping in your arms.

Dan Freyr

The feelin of a hot fighter against me and me takin his ass and makin him blow his load is always a fuckin head rush for me, but this time it’s even more so as I feel them knuckles of yers slammin against my head over and over but gettin weaker as I feel ya startin to run outta gas. Just as that of yers drops to the ground and that big cock of yers blows its thick load of manjuice out, I bellow loud and blast my thick hot load deep in yer ass, fillin it full as I thrust and drill in harder and faster! Finally, I slow down and pull outta ya and raise up, pullin ya up with me.

The gang lookin eager to have some of ya too but I shake my head at em and growl, “Nope…not this time, boys. This one is all mine…private stock.” I hold ya in my arms as we walk toward my bike as I feel ya comin to and I growl, “Climb on, Rook. Yer comin with me, tough man.” I get ya seated on my bike and then climb on reachin back and grabbin yer big cock feelin it gettin hard again as I suddenly sit down on all 9 inches of it and grin as I flex my hairy ass, “Hang on tight, kiddo…we’re off!” I start the bike and it roars loudly as I look back at the gang. “See ya guys later!” Makin sure yer arms are wrapped around me, I gun the motor and we peel outta the alley, both bareassed and booted and me sittin on yer big cock as we head back to my place.

Torin Rook

You and I were a bloody, dirty and even cummy mess from our fight, losing this fight as you soon filled my ass with your own seed, at least faintly as I shivered in your arms. Soon, I felt myself coming to when you pulled me back up and waited for me to be aware and balance myself before you take me to your bike and get me situated, blinking for a moment as I realized I lost and sighed a little but still smiled from out rough and intense fight before wrapping my arms tightly around your waist. "Sounds exciting."

Dan Freyr

Roarin down the road together on my bike with that big dick of yers in my ass and I make sure I hit every bump in the road cause that just makes me grin wider and flex tighter around yer big cock. We get some odd looks from people on the street but we don’t give a fuck as I gun the motor and we roar away together.

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