Stevie's blog Cockfight Story

Slave Master Cockfight
Warning: graphic descriptions in this story.

I was led into the old barn, naked, by my master in the early morning hours. The sunrise filled the barn with light. The weather was pleasant on this September day in Arizona. There i saw his rival, a large black man, already naked with his own slave, also naked. Their cocks were semi-hard. The rival slave master was in his early 50’s, younger than my white master who was 65. They were about the same size, about 6-4, probably around 240 lbs., somewhat hairy, tanned and toned. Both looked strong with large hands and feet. My master removed his clothing, revealing his large cock.

The fight was over me. My master had been challenged to fight for me. Loser would get the other’s slave and the humiliation of losing a fight. Upon arrival the chain on my collar was hooked to the other slave. We were both in our early 20’s, white, and also the same size, 6-0 170 Lbs. We were very close in appearance as well, smooth, tanned with longer dark hair. We sneered at each other, not comfortable being chained together at the neck. We both knew sooner or later we would also have to fight to determine who would be dominating, no matter the result of our master’s fight. We stared at each other’s cocks, now swelling even more. We were ordered not to fight or say anything but to just sit on the ground in silence.

The nude muscular men began to slowly circle each other, threatening and stirring up furious tempers, which sent their testosterone levels soaring. It was so tangible you could sniff it in the air. Their arms held like wrestlers at their sides, the men’s massively erect dark purple and heavily veined bulging shafts swayed and bobbed rigidly, now all the time pointing stiffly skywards, the purple 'mushroom-like' heads shining as the thin membrane stretched ever tighter. Both erect penises were around 9 inches long.

Both men anxious to get in the first blow danced around the ring like boxers, their large cocks bouncing. They maneuvered closer, both wary, both intending to strike first. Almost nose-to-nose their stiff shafts smacked against each other as their muscular torsos met. Something akin to an electric shock ran through their bodies and they each locked hands and began thrusting their vertical shafts together, withdrawing, and then pounding again and again. Their cocks swelling and their swollen balls colliding with almost every slam, after shoving each other backwards the men could see they were getting nowhere so instinctively they clasped their hands behind their backs.

Straight away the rival slave master twisted his hips so that his rigid dick flicked my man’s effortlessly aside. He thrust his pelvis forward, slamming their erect penises and prominent balls together. My man grunted at this and twisting his hip to his right, he swung at the enemy cock and pelvis, slamming their groins painfully. The black master was knocked backwards a step, but then advanced twisting his pelvis, his swinging, bobbing cock swiped my man’s penis left, then right as he was driven backwards. His cock throbbed from this battering, but he pulled himself together and countered, twisting his hips right and left.

The sweating, leaking cum slicked penises smacked across each other too many times to count, – over and over causing reddening bruises and the raising of blood blisters over capillaries in their shafts. By now my master’s cock end and balls were aching terribly and his shaft throbbed. Gradually their penises dropped to around 45 degrees, which made it a little easier to fight; each was determined to defeat and {removed} the other to add to the humiliation.

About eighteen inches or so apart now the intensity of the battle increased. Their torsos and hips swung and their swollen cocks battered each other so that they bounced and swung wildly. My master must have felt like his cock was being hit with a wooden stick as the black master took wide and punishing swings at it. Their turgid cock ends smacked across each other making them sting and eliciting cries of pain from both men.

Their shafts whacked across each other a few more times making them throb as they both became increasingly frustrated and sensed that their opponent was about to crank up the fight. To preempt the black master, my master suddenly took a step forwards and jabbed at his cock with his hard, smooth cock end, smacking it upwards against his abdomen and sinking his hard rod into his foe’s turgid balls at the root of his penis. The black master moaned. But the two men stood nose to nose battling. Then the black master let out a cry of surprise and acute pain from my master bashing his cock on his. His rigid shaft bobbed and bounced to its 45 degree angle, and he twisted his hip, whacking my man’s’ swollen end aside with his with a resounding slap. Before the sting of the blow subsided he charged the point of his cock end into the white man’s balls.

My master almost retched, but he swung his shaft at the black master’s instead, catching his shaft a full broadside with a loud slap, which hurt both of them as they groaned. My master sensed the black master was weakening and the expression on his face meant he was obviously still suffering from the attack on his balls. My master swung and battered, driving him backwards. The black master grew angrier and began vehemently slamming his groin against my man's. His penis and balls must have ached almost unbearably from this assault, but he considered it must be hurting my master too, so he slammed his groin hard. This thrusting compounded the damage and pain.

Both in a large degree of discomfort, the warriors retreated and warily circled each other, the sweat pouring off them as though they were standing under a hot shower. Advancing again, their cocks whacked each other around several more times, each blow making them sting. The men’s hard cock ends also took several more direct hits. This was just like sword fighting! Their erect shafts stayed rigid though and My master pounded his cock into The Black Master’s with a sickening dull thud twisting it violently aside, The black master let out a cry and grunted with pain and jabbed his weapon at his foe’s cock and at the same time grabbed his shoulders.

As his hard end gouged into the older white man’s balls, he gripped the black master’s muscular shoulders, sinking his fingernails into the flesh. Not expecting this, The black master roared in pain and tried to push my master around the room, each kicking and stomping with their barefeet. My master pushed back and their cocks came into contact again.

My master winced as the younger black man swung with his full weight behind a blow which slapped his bruised and painfully rigid cock up to smack loudly against his sweating abs, splattering plenty of leaking semen around. As it bounced back to its 45 degree angle, my master thrust it into his, throwing his pelvis in after it. Their penises thumped together as did their balls and they wrestled and twisted out together while the men grappled each other in a crushing bear hug, still on their feet. Their long muscular legs and feet kicked at each other trying to trip and bring the other down. They cursed and uttered more threats. “You'll never have him! Your cock will never be able to fuck anyone again”, yelled The Black Master. “I will destroy your rod and fuck your ass when I am done”, my master shouted back.

Stiff cocks and swollen balls continued to mash against each other's as they ground hard, until my master stumbled and crashed to the floor taking the black master with him. Their bear hug broke apart and they rolled several feet apart and got back to their feet. They angrily flew at each other and grabbing each other's shoulders again they kept their distance and swung their hips so that their cocks flew through the air, smacking painfully against each other for about 80% of the time. The rest of the time they frequently missed. This was hard work and their concentration was so great they lost track of time.

About another 10 minutes of this had them both heaving for breath and sweating so hard they were steaming, their bodies glistened, and still their rigid, dark purple cocks bobbed and swung as they battered each other into bruises, the prominent veins in their cocks throbbing as they were crushed and painfully whacked. The bruised cocks beginning to show black spots on the swollen veins as they fought, and their shiny purple cock ends were massively swollen, feeling like they might burst as they swung and thrust them. My master was obviously getting tired, his age beginning to show. I began to feel uneasy. My rival slave whom I was chained to whispered in my ear. See, your master is too old for this fight, he will soon lose. I said nothing, hoping he was wrong.

Glancing down through the sweat stinging his eyes my master could see pink wheels appearing on his shiny purple glans; the membrane had split and was peeling. A big blue vein in the black master's rigid column was threatening to rupture and the vein thickened to about half an inch. Neither of them was going to give in however and still they fought. Each desiring to destroy the other and claim the prize.

By now my master penis was completely numb and as he jabbed and whacked the black master’s. A layer of membrane began to peel in patches from my master cock end. Completely exhausted, the men’s breath rasped painfully in their throats and their lungs burned as their chests heaved. The stench of semen in the room was overpowering. Their cocks had been battered completely numb and quite insensitive so they began pushing their purple glans into each other to test whose penis was the strongest.

My owner’s sperm-hole was sore, swollen and red raw, - his balls swollen to twice their normal size because of engorgement. The black master’s 'mushroom-like cock end was even more swollen and my master estimated that the black master was more sore than himself, so he targeted it and rammed him head on, clenching his ass tight and squeezed the erectile muscle tight as he leaned into him. Grunting and sweating hard, both men pushed their distorted and aching 'mushrooms' at each other's, but they repeatedly slipped off each other.

At one point, my master managed to get the black master's penis to begin to bend in the middle before it flicked free and he howled in pain. Annoyed, the black master rammed back all the harder. "That was a pure fluke!" he said letting go of his shoulders and taking a couple of steps backwards. My man’s bloodless tingling hands fell to his sides. Their cocks settled at just above the horizontal and their cock ends were grazed and peeling as clear fluid oozed from them. "Mine will break yours in half!" The black master bragged wrapping the fingers of his right hand around his thick, swollen cock. "Come on then!" My master said working his own shaft in his hand, fluid running down his hand.

The black master jacked his flagging organ up harder and my master watched with disbelief as it visibly throbbed and glistened because of its covering of fluid. Now with the stiffest possible erections, both of their cocks were standing up at about 70 degrees and they both agreed to break a rule to try to reach a conclusion. Both of them grasped their own rigid penis low down at the root and, leaving at least 7 inches of rigid shaft, pushed them down to the horizontal. This was painful at the root of the penis and inside the scrotum. They lined up their peeling cock ends and as their swollen and dripping sperm holes touched, still gripping them tightly, the men rammed them head on, pushing into each other hard, then let go of their ram rods, leaving them to fight it out to see whose would break.

Their hard rods, tip to tip, began to bend each other downwards, aided by the slippery fluid. Twisting and grinding their pelvises they pushed each other's penis upwards, sideways and bent a little in the middle, before flicking up almost vertical again. This was the signal for a break. Both in pain from trying to snap each other’s cocks each man took a step backwards and grabbing their own cocks again they pointed them at each other. "Come on you bastard, if you want to see whose is the strongest!" My master said. The black master needed no second bidding. With an animal snarl both men hurled themselves forwards and rammed them together head on as hard as they could.

They both yelled out as their sore cock ends spread and their shafts began to bend. They pushed them together as hard as they could, using their legs to push. A prolonged "AAAARRRGGGHHH!!!" came from between their tightly gritted teeth as they thrust their groins and tried to bounce each other. My master felt his shaft begin to bend painfully across his thumb. The black master was declaring victory as my master came back at him, bending his softening shaft across his index finger. He jumped back. "OWWW! You almost broke it in half!" he declared rubbing it carefully. "You fucking cheat!" he accused, "You drew back and rammed it!" he complained. "No!" My master argued. "It's obvious yours is going soft!"

Infuriated he jacked his cock quickly and came at my master with it squeezed tightly in his hand. "Admit defeat you cheating bastard!" My master said. The black master vehemently refused. The men jabbed their now grazed cocks at each other, and smacked their split cock ends across each other's, making them sting. Manipulating them in their hands they swiped and smacked with them until they tingled from the hard blows, small blackened lumps appearing at the site of injury. Blood began to {removed} slits. They began targeting each other's swollen balls, making each other retch as their stomachs exploded in pain. As The black master gouged a head-on ram into the older man’s balls, my master jumped back and let go of his throbbing penis. "I WIN!!!!" The black master roared as my master knees buckled forcing him to drop to one knee. "No!" he shouted back. "Not until one of us can't go on" he said breathlessly, struggling against the pain to stand up straight.

The tired and hurt cockfighters approached each other again. Their breath rasped as their chests heaved. "I'm going to castrate you, you bastard!" My master himself wheeze. He could feel the sperm in his balls heaving and his swollen penis was desperate to shoot its load, but this would be a fight to the finish.

My master swung a fist up to connect with his face. The black master tottered backwards a few steps, and then swung a fist at the white master’s head. My master ducked then rammed his clawed right hand upwards into his groin and gripped his entire 'package'. The black master bellowed and grasped the back of my owner’s head with his right hand; his left hand slammed into his balls and gripped his package. Pulling on each other’s swollen balls and cock they swung one another around the room, roaring at each other and grunting like prize bulls. They both engaged in mutual headlocks as their free hands attacked each other's exposed manhoods. Their ball sacks began to tear open as nails gouged in probing for each other’s testicles. The fighters screamed and moaned.

It now became a slow motion contest to as each struggled to maul the other's manhood. They slowly moved around the dirty floor, occasionally slipping and sliding as their filthy barefeet tried to stay upright on the blood and cum stained barn floor. The stomping began again and this time the large foot of the black master found it's mark on my master's barefoot, breaking the foot with a audible crack! My man cried out in pain. very quickly his enemy's foot got to the other and crashed down on it as well! "Awwwwggg"... my owner cried out! Both feet were broken and started to swell.

Now up against the corner wall of the barn, grunting and groaning they were locked together, breathing heavy. Each man knew what he had to do to defeat the other; destroy his rival's cock and in turn he would {removed}him, if his own cock would survive this mortal battle. My master seemed to slowly be prevailing, dispute the damage to his feet, as he bent the black fighter down toward the floor in slow motion. But the black master was not about to give up as he desperately fought to stay up. However he was growing weaker and weaker. His cock was now bleeding badly as the white man’s nails had found their target; the large vein had been severed!

They fell to the dirty floor, both still gripping one another's balls and penis, their nails still ravaging both. My master wrenched the black master’s cock hard, nipping his purple cock head and digging his fingernails in deeper. As blood gushed out, The black master screamed in pain and sank his nails deeply into My master’s ball sack, trying to hook his fingertips behind his testicles to pull them off. As the blood ran down my master thigh from the scratches and torn scrotum, he slipped his fingertips to the root of his attacker’s penis with his balls and dug his fingers in, the nails penetrating deeply. The black master bellowed and twisted his enemy’s balls right over, his penis twisting round beneath them. My master roared in pain.

My master tried to get up but hit the floor shoulder first, a second later his grazed cock head rammed into the dirty barn floor. My master felt the heat as the membrane abraded as it was partially torn off by the friction; blood quickly covered the floor from his torn cock end. On his back now, The black master rolled onto his side and twisting round, grabbed my master’s head, twisting his neck as though to break it. My master snarled through gritted teeth and grabbed the black fighter’s head. With this momentum the black master rolled my master over him and they continued like this, fiercely grunting as they tried to break one another's neck. The pouring sweat made them both lose their grip as they were pulling and throwing one another around the blood soaked dirty floor in an untidy wrestling match. They rolled and tumbled across the floor punching at each other's heads, backs and groins, then back again.

The slave I was chained to made an audible gasp as he watched, focused on the two fighters. I noticed his cock was rock hard as was mine. We were both about 7 inches. He suddenly looked at me, noticing I was staring at his manhood. 'My is better than yours", he said in a low voice. "No way" was my reply. He quickly reached over grabbing my cock and jamming his long nails into my shaft. "Auughhh", I cried out! I quickly retaliated. Our shafts were the same size as we stared into each other’s eyes, chained together at the neck. We were inches apart as we squeezed each other’s cocks and dug our nails in. "I’m going to cut your large vein as your man did to mine", he said in a low tone! I could feel his fingers searching my shaft for the vein, I quickly followed suit. We struggled with muffled groans and we knew our masters were too busy fighting for their lives to interfere. He spat in my face as I returned the favor! Soon our free hands was in each other’s hair, pulling and twisting as our collars strained against the chain that bound us only inches apart. Our mouths locked together with our tongues wrestling as we sat facing each other, legs crossed Indian style, our hard cocks exposed as nails continued to dig in. Tongue fighting was a common challenge between two slaves, each seeking to be the top slave. Our tongues darted in and out as we tried to bite down on each other’s tongues. Our free hands grabbed the backs of each other’s head and forced our faces and mouths tighter together as we groaned and struggled to breathe. After a few minutes my tongue became tired and he got it! He bit down hard on my tongue as I moaned loudly, trying to pull it away from his sharp teeth. I could taste my own blood and I tried in vain to get it free. I was finally able to get it loose and pull my face away as blood poured from my mouth and dripped from his. "Let go of my cock and I will not sever your vein", was his offer. I looked down to my horror to see his long nails had found my cock’s large vein and were pressed against it in a tight grip. I was at a disadvantage, his nails were longer and he knew what he was doing. I slowly released his throbbing cock. "Good thing you submitted. Don’t worry we’ll settle this soon", was his reply. But he kept his grip on my hard penis as we turned our attention to our masters.

Though in pain and exhausted, neither of them were prepared to concede defeat, so they continued to viciously attack each other. The black master was losing a lot of blood as the cut vein continued to pump blood out. They were fighting much more slowly now, muscles popping in their arms as they wrestled. Their still swollen cocks slapped against each other and the floor as they fought and their cocks and turgid balls got friction burns as they twisted and dragged across the floor, grazing them until they burned and seeped. The men punched heartily at each other's heads. My master saw stars and felt a tooth loosen. He split The Black Master's lip and blood splashed into his face and a broken tooth fell onto him in a splash of scarlet. Furious, the black master pushed my master head backwards with a clawed hand to his face, his finger nails puncturing the flesh and almost gouging into his eyes as his nose was crushed upwards by his sweaty palm.

The white master grabbed at his younger enemy’s throat with one hand and grasped his balls with the other. As the black master punched his rival’s ribs with his free hand my master wrenched his penis and balls all over the place. As The Black Master's fingernails tore scratches into my master’s face they both tried to kick, knee and punch each other between the legs.

They finally punched each other apart and began getting breathlessly to their feet. They circled each other silently, heaving painfully for breath. Their bodies smeared with blood and grime, barefeet cover in the same. Cocks and balls were now unrecognizable. Blood and cum dripped in long strings from them. Suddenly, the black master lashed out with a fist and with this lucky punch sent my master sprawling backwards onto the floor, my master arms spread wide as his hot, wet back hit the cool, blood soaked surface. The black master grabbed my master by his blackened penis and arm, dragging him to his feet - propelled him into the opposite end. His penis bent painfully as it rubbed along the wall, leaving a bright smear of blood.

Stunned, my master clawed the black master’s hips and began ramming his head into his stomach. The black fighter and bent over his older foe’s back, wrapping his arms around his waist and tried to lift him. But my master rammed the top of his head into the black master’s groin and flung his arms around his butt. As they fought, they rolled; still locked in bloody combat the black master hit the floor with his shoulders with my master on top of him.

My master dropped onto the black man between his legs and deliberately smashed his groin onto the bottom fighter.. Pushing his knees out wider, My master forced his legs further apart and, with his hands around his throat, began smashing the back of his skull on the floor, shouting and swearing at him and at the same time pumped his pelvis up and down slamming his still somehow erect penis and bulging balls against his. It hurt him but, he assumed that it hurt his dark challenger too. The older man’s balls squashed his momentarily, before being raised and smashed down again, his still erect penis twisting and smacking against the struggling black man’s bleeding, softening dick. My master felt his ravaged balls wobble with every blow and the unmistakable surging of an orgasm in his shaft. He suppressed it by tightening his erectile muscle and his ass cheeks. In the same instant, The black master roared as his cock began to spurt violently and whether involuntary or deliberate, began to buck, forcing their 'packages' to smack together harder.

My tired master pounded back as hard as he could, his balls against the black master’s balls, the white owner’s penis against the black owner’s penis, a real man-to-man fight. This would sort out who had the toughest cock and the toughest balls as they slammed against each other over and over. My master felt bile rise in his throat. The black master, screaming incoherently, grabbed the rival master’s neck and began to throttle him. My master head butted him several times and ground his 'package' yet more forcibly into the enemy cock.

"I win!" My master gasped desperately as he lay resting on top of the black master. But my master suddenly became aware of a hot feeling in his penis. He rose up and looked down and went light-headed, horrified to see a huge black swelling the size and shape of a duck egg on the underside of his battered penis. An internal vein had ruptured, and the big thick one down the side looked likely to rupture. The searing pain in his penis almost made my master pass out and he dropped to his knees as his legs went weak. His swollen penis remained defiantly erect on account of stubborn engorgement.

The very weak black master saw his rival’s wounded cock and reached in for the kill. He may have lost the battle but not the war. He attacked his enemy’s badly damage meat, digging his nails into the thick swollen vein on the side. My master struggled with him to release his grip but it was too late. My master cried out in agony as the vein was cut open, and blood began spurting everywhere. My master passed out for a minute and when he awoke, he found the black master on his back, his arm around his neck. The two fighters struggled more. My master was slowly able to sit up but the stronger man was still behind him with his arm around his neck and legs locked around his waist, locked at the ankles of his long dirty feet. My owner couldn’t believe the black master was still able to fight with all the blood he had lost. Both fighters were now nearing shock from blood loss but the older fighter was too tired, the youth and strength of his rival was prevailing.

I was horrified. At one point I was confident my master would win this vicious fight but now it looked bad. I wanted to spring up and defend him but I was chained to the other slave and the penalty for interfering in a fight like this would be death. My own rival held my erect cock tightly; I could feel his nails dig in deeper to my own large vein." Don’t even think about it", he growled. I felt helpless as the man I was submitted to was now losing the fight for me and probably his life.

Now it was my master’s turn to bleed out and his black enemy knew it. My older man struggled in this upright position as precious blood squirted repeated from the open vein in his cock. He was growing light headed as he tried to pry the black master’ feet and legs apart from his torso. My master pounded his legs and barefeet on the floor, splashing muddy blood everywhere. He groaned in agony, once sure of his own victory, now fearful of the pending doom.

Both fighters were growing weaker and weaker from their blood loss. It was only a matter of time before one would pass out and the other would squeeze off the air supply of his fallen rival. Although the black master’ cock was still bleeding, my man’s injury was worse. A larger and larger puddle of blood formed under the wrestlers as they struggled. “Let me go” begged my master as he could feel his life slowly slip away. He stared at me in shock, moaning. The black master did not answer but only groaned as he tried to keep the pressure on his enemy’s neck and torso. Their bodies locked in a mortal conflict, covered in dirt, blood and other fluids. Soon my master’s face turned from bright red to blue. His tongue popped out and his eyes were wide open. He made a series of slow deep groans and I saw fluid pour from his swollen cock’s slit. It was red and yellow. He soon was limp but the black master continued to hold his limp body in the lock, his teeth gritted, squeezing off his rival’s air supply. I heard some cracking sounds as my man began to go into convulsions. The strong muscular legs of his rival held tightly around him.

The black master finally let go of the lifeless body of the man I have served for several years. I was now was the property of another master. I knew I would soon be fighting the young man next to me. One of us would be {removed}and dominated. I only hoped I could take him.