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Doomed to Kill VII: TRAPPED!
Starring Blaze Beraht and Blade Beraht
Blade Beraht
I wouldn't say my twin Blaze and I don't get along. What I would say is that we despise one another but still made a good criminal team. Until we got arrested and sent to prison. Now we're on a work detail to amuse our guards. The mines. Crap.
We're trying to ignore one another in this hot tunnel, sweating profusely. There's a rumble.......
Blaze Beraht
I grunt, the guards having humiliated me further by stripping me nude, told that any clothes would give me a chance to escape. I hear the rumble and feel a stone drop on me. I drop my pickaxe and run forward, ending up tackling into my brother as the passage collapses behind me, leaving us trapped in a small pocket.
Blade Beraht
Both of us stripped naked by the sadistic guards. The first rocks fall, almost taking you down. Your charge to save yourself collides with me and we go down in a heap, our sweaty limbs tangled. The space is tiny, very tiny. Not much room for either of us to move away from each other.
The radio squawks. "Are you alive down there?" Surprised that the signal came through, I reply, "Yes, but we need to get dug out of here. STAT!" There is a pause, "We got the radar back. We can get you out. But....." another pause "..... the space is too small to have enough air before we can get to you."
Blaze Beraht
Hearing that, I'm already sure they don't plan to get to us fast enough to survive. knowing the air we've got is precious. I try to crawl and get behind you to wrap you in a hard sleeper choke, hoping to surprise you and knock you out before you realize what I'm planning.
Blade Beraht
I turn off the radio. You move first but we both immediately realize only one of us can live. I move a second after you, pivoting to face you, breaking up your plan. Our hips are side by side, our chests pressed together, as we begin to grapple.
Blaze Beraht
I feel our cocks grind along with our chests as my try at a sleeper choke instead ends up as a grapple to your chest, a bearhug I try to use to squeeze your ribs and wind you. "sorry bro, I'm gonna be the one leaving alive."
Blade Beraht
Our dicks get hard at the idea of us finally fighting each other. You wrap your arms under my mine and begin a rib-crushing crush. I grunt and grip your throat and begin to throttle you. "Sorry my ass, we've both wanted this fight for a long time!" Our legs scramble for leverage as we struggle.
Blaze Beraht
I gag in surprise as you grip my throat, and break my hug to try to hammer hard punches into your jaw, trying to get you off me, knowing the air will burn off even faster as we fight.
Blade Beraht
We are both going for a quick kill to save as much oxygen as we can. Your punches loosen my teeth and I taste blood. I release the choke and roll to the side, gripping your hair as I slam my fist into your nose. Dust from the tunnel sticking to our sweat.
Blaze Beraht
My nose crunches and bleeds, I groan slightly dazed but try to hammer hard uppercuts into your upper abs and diaphragm, trying to wind you and make you choke.
Blade Beraht
Your punches dent my ab wall and knock the wind out of me. I suck in air hard, knowing it's a scarce commodity. Still gripping your hair, I slam the back of your head against the hard rock floor of the mine.
Blaze Beraht
I groan as you hammer my skull hard, starting to get dizzy. I try to jab a hard punch into your throat, hoping to make you choke, vision a little blurry and hoping that our close confines will keep you from dodging.
Blade Beraht
Your strike nearly crushes my trachea and I do choke. We roll back and forth and our legs tangle. Our hard dripping cocks are crushed against one another. I claw hard at your face, still gripping your hair.
Blaze Beraht
I scream as you claw at my eyes, stunned and tearing up, trying to land weak punches at your face and neck but unable to aim.
Blade Beraht
The air is getting thin, and neither of us can get enough to keep up our assaults. Your fists still manage to open cuts in my eyebrow and lip, I'm bleeding profusely. We are starting to slow down with exhaustion.
Blaze Beraht
I groan, my cock hard as it frots yours, trying to stay in the fight, but lungs burning. I cough as I try to breathe in oxygen instead of dust, already the air getting thin, sweat building over my body, coating me as I struggle with you.
Blade Beraht
I grip your throat and you grip mine. "Neither of us is getting out of here, Blaze," I gasp. "Let's end this." I tighten the hold.
Blaze Beraht
I grip your throat and buck my hips hard to fort our cocks together in the mutual deadly choke, feeling your hands grip my neck hard as my own fingers bite into yours, gagging and unable to speak.
Blade Beraht
Things are going dark, Blaze and me extinguishing one another's life after decades of rivalry. My cock throbs against yours, yours throbs back, and I blow my last load on you as I expire, my hands still have a deathgrip on your throat.
Blaze Beraht
I twitch and wheeze, feeling your load on me, my hands starting to relax, knowing you're out, even as your hands keep a death grip on my throat, knowing I'll be right behind you. I cum a few seconds later, going limp.
I feel my cock pulse and shoot out the last of my loads, sticking our bodies together.
Blade Beraht
There's a high-pitched whirrrrrrrrrr as the massive drillbit cuts through the rock. A blast of air enters the oxygen-less place and the rockfall is broken through. The rescuers stare in shock at your and my bodies locked in our mutual destruction. The foreman picks up our radio. "They turned off the radio. They didn't know we were able to get to them so much earlier than we expected."
END
Published: 5 days ago, viewed 81 times.
Blade Beraht
5 days agoMister Freaker, thank you so much for your thoughtful and insightful comment on our story. As twins, every tale in the series has an underlying meaning of being imperfect reflections of each other, the obsession with being unique, and the danger of desire. We appreciate your feedback on the story.
Freaker
5 days agoWhat an original idea: instead of a traditional ring, Blaze and Blade are trapped beneath the earth in a space barely large enough for them to move, with each breath bringing them closer to death. The collapsed mine is not simply a setting, it becomes their arena, their prison and ultimately their tomb.
These twin brothers are modern versions of Cain and Abel, except that each is prepared to become both Cain and Abel at once: the murderer of his brother and the victim of that same brother. Faced with the most primitive instinct of all, survival, they are willing to destroy the one person who is physically closest to them and, in many ways, their own reflection.
The cruelest and most beautiful irony is that, after spending their lives despising and fighting each other, Blaze and Blade finally become inseparable. Their last struggle leaves them united for eternity, locked together in the very act intended to ensure that only one would survive. They try to escape one another forever, yet death makes them impossible to separate.
The approaching rescue adds another tragic dimension: their greatest enemy was never the mine or the disappearing oxygen, but their inability to trust each other for just a little longer. Thanks to Blaze Beraht and Blade Beraht for publishing this remarkably original, claustrophobic and powerfully tragic story in The High Table!