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Darker vs Lighter by Steviecftr68 and Romanticjock

It was quiet in the little clearing the cabin was situated in, the only silence broken by an occasional bird and the quiet babble of a spring pond just out of sight. The clear morning was beautiful by any standard, although the only two people for miles around were not in the mood to savor it. No, they were merely glad that they WERE in fact the only two people for miles around and were glad to have it. Each had made the hard climb up to the remote cabin from different directions alone and were glad of it. Now, they stood across the dirty hardwood cabin floor from their rival, both sets of eyes staring belligerently at the other, daring the other to make the first move.

Francis was about 6' 0" tall and about 170lbs, with dark hair and very dark eyes, his skin was an olive tone. He was clean shaven. He slowly removed his shoes and then his beige cargo shorts and denim shirt, revealing his smooth body. He was tanned from head to toe with the exception of a tan lines from his cargo shorts. His cock was flaccid and cut. It began to swell, anticipating what was about to happen. He was confident yet nervous at the same time. The stakes were very high for the loser of this erotic but fierce encounter. One boy would be victorious, the other badly humiliated.

Neil could be almost a copy of Francis, with sandy blonde hair and lighter blue eyes, his skin was markedly lighter than his opponent. No facial hair could be seen on him either, although as he began to strip in mirror of Francis, if he wasn't at least trimmed around his crotch then he was born with the most perfectly groomed body. He began to peel off his trainers and socks, with black athletic shorts and t-shirt going next until fully naked before his competition. As if in response to his rival's cock challenge, the cut, flaccid cock in his own groin began to engorge itself, prepping for what was to come. He could not wait for the contest to begin, in triumph or tragedy for himself. As soon as he was nude, he stepped forward to the middle of the room, to meet with his darker rival in the dusky shadows of the afternoon sunlight. There, they would state the final conditions under which both would fight, to take the honor and manhood from the other.

Francis stared at Neil as he slowly walked towards him in the middle of the empty room. The grimy wood floor creaked as his bare feet took each careful step until he was almost toe to toe and nose to nose with his rival. As if on cue, the two penises on the lean boys begin to swell and rise until they were pointing at each other, almost touching. Their smooth nude bodies were of very similar build, their hands and feet also close in size. Even their cocks were about the same size in length and girth as they continued to get even more erect to an almost 45 degree angle now. The naked warriors continue to stand and stare into each other's eyes, so close to each other they could feel the other's warm breath on their faces. Their hearts were pounding and their dicks were throbbing, ready to fight it out.

As the deafening silence stretched out, Neil could not take it any longer, he had to know, he had to see for himself if here was one to match his own. His hand reached down and grasped the firming cock of his rival in his hand. Francis gasped, the boldness of the other boy was staggering. Neil gave the rival dick a couple squeezes with his fist, it responded well, neither giving way nor wilting, but came back harder each time. The darker boy groaned but stood fast, daring his lighter opponent to continue. Neil continued to feel up the shaft, which by now was almost perpendicular to his body, until he reached his opponents balls. He began to finger them lightly, gauge their weight and heft in comparison to his own smooth pods. By this point Francis was not content to be left out of the proceedings, and firmly grasped the lighter boy's cock as well. He continued to stroke the blonde, getting him to moan a bit as he squeezed and tested the other penis, satisfied that this was indeed a worth challenger to his own shaft. Now both rivals were breathing harder as they continue to hold their rival organ in their fist. Each looked into the other’s eyes, willing to go any distance and then some to prove that he and his cock were better.

I’m going to tear you and your cock up, and then penetrate you and seed you, Francis quietly whispered in Neil’s ear. Neil could feel Francis’s cock pulsate as he spoke. Your cock won’t be able to get hard after I’m done with it was Neil’s stern reply. In an instant both boys grabbed the other’s heads and began a long deep kiss. Their tongues tangled inside open mouths as they held the back of each other’s heads. Their free hands wrapped around the other’s waists and embraced. The hard cocks began to grind and poke each other’s nether regions. They moaned in ecstasy, as the two bodies rubbed against the other. Strings of pre-cum were already sticking and stretching from cock slit to cock slit. Fingers began to probe for each other’s holes, searching for an opening. Heavy breathing and moaning was heard as the old wooden floors made creaking noise from bare feet stepping on bare feet as the young males continued to stand in this pre-fight ritual slowly began to unfold.

Francis could feel his fingers get past Neil's puckered hole, as he immediately tried to go for his opponent's prostate and thus weaken and hurt his rival. But he could also feel the lighter haired boy probing for his own gland, and could feel his own cock responding, getting harder quicker than he had ever felt it. It wasn't long before it was a true sword fight, each trying to catch the other's long cock between their legs and trap it to gain some lower control over the other. Their tongues continued to joust, not just to arouse but to control the tempo of the contest. Their cocks, hardening and jostling in the confined space, soon ran out of free space, so each began to pull back and undulate their hips, to try and hurt the other cock and balls with their own meat. It was a close, vicious battle, as Francis was able to spear the lighter boy in the balls once, but Neil countered by using his own cock as a bat to hit the darker boy's nuts in a side shot, making him wince. Luckily, each was now as hard as they were going to get for the first part of this contest, it was as if their cocks know that there was no going back. As if by mutual agreement, each boy stopped tongue dueling, removed all fingers and stepped back quickly, ending the ritual and allowing each to fully see the other in all their naked glory for the for the first time. Cocks now fully erect and almost touching, with a single strand of pre-cum that stretched and connected gap between the two sexy fighters. They could be different shades of clones for how much they resembled each other, with a thing sheen of sweat beginning to coat them making them glisten in the sunlight.

They were breathing heavily as their bodies pumped powerful hormones that would drive them insane with lust and the desire to defeat the other. Each gazed silently at the other’s body, taking in the sight of the long slender figures. Watching each other as they began to slowly circle each other, seeing the leg muscles alternately tighten and loosen as they moved toward each other, as their erect cocks swayed from side to side. They circled slowly, coming to a crouch with hands out and then simultaneously charging each other, the slap of flesh striking sweaty flesh echoed across the room. They immediately went into dual bear hugs, grunting and cursing, attempting to crush the air out of each other, groaning as they squeezed. Their bare feet kicked at each other. Francis hooked his tanned right leg around the back of Neil's left leg, knocking both of them to the floor. Both males then locked and twisted their legs around each other in a powerful hold. Each one could feel his opponent's hard cock and smooth balls grinding against his own. With their lower bodies were locked together like this, they continued their bear hugs, struggling hard for an advantage.

As they struggled, pre-cum from their cocks flowed freely now and stuck to each other's bodies like spider webs. Their sweat became much more copious and gave them a degree of lessened friction on the smooth hardwood. Neil tried to hook his legs behind his opponent's knee to keep his adversary from squirming away and mounting him. He then moved his bear hug down lower to Francis' waist and using his hips began to use his cock as a battering ram again, smashing his bulbous head into the darker boy's shaft and balls. Francis winced as the blows began to take their toll, and in response he shifted his grip lower to Neil's hips as well, in order to gain him some fighting space for his penis. Both men were looking down at the miniature arena that their reddening dicks were fighting in between their legs. At first the lighter shaft would lunge forwards, trying to spear the darker balls or sensitive underside. Hit, the darker boy wincing a bit and the lighter one smirking at the score. Then the darker shaft would swing in from the side, the head battering the lighter nutsack and jostling its precious cargo. Now it was the blonde's turn to wince as his manhood was pummeled by the grinning darker boy. On and on they fought like this, give and take, thrust for thrust, hit and parry with their meat swords.

Each boy could feel the heat and pressure as the other’s buns and anus grinding against his swollen member, causing it to grow even larger from the sensations. As one strained his hips backwards trying to pull his cock out of the vice-like grip, his cock's skin was raked and stretched across the rock hard muscles, skin and leg and pubic hair. Grunts slowly turned to roaring as they battled back and forth in the hot stud fight. Sweat covered their bodies even more and sex juices from their dicks were smeared around their crotches and upper legs as they rammed and ground against each other. Their toned legs wrapped tightly together as they knotted and strained. Both men's upper torsos were now grinding into each other so that each could feel the other's muscles flexing and tightening as they slowly rolled to and fro. Pools of sweat formed in their navels and then ran out as first one then the other rolled over to the top position. Back and forth they went, the floor becoming slippery from the bodily fluids, making it even more difficult for one to gain an advantage over the other in this intense sexfight.

Each thrust his cock at the other's asshole, trying to stick it in their opponent, but to little avail. Their balls throbbed as they collided with their opponent's thighs, cock or own testicles in route to a demolition derby of their genitals. Their minds, totally focused on one thing, the domination of the other, really had no other thoughts on how to do so, merely get on top and try to use your cock to your advantage. To do that they kept rolling over and over on the dirty hardwood floor, not seeing nor truly caring where they were going. That is, until they reached the edge of the Conversation pit and rolled once more falling down into it. They landed at the bottom on their sides so neither one was on top at that point. The two foot impact was enough to break their struggling limbs apart, throwing their bruised bodies to each side of the pit. Each boy was a little stunned. As Neil tried to shake the fogginess from his brain and get his limbs back under control, he saw his opponent was propped up on one arm trying to do the same. Forcing his body to respond, Neil gathered himself for a pounce on his still prostrate rival

He moved quickly and caught Francis in a vulnerable position. He was in the corner of the conversation pit and the lighter boy tried to take full advantage. Pinning Francis against the corner, he had him on his back. There was another frantic struggle as the darker boy knew the consequences. Francis tried to push out with one leg against the side as Neil continued to try and keep him pinned. The combination of sweat and dust on the dirty bare floor made it hard for him to get any traction. Grunts and groans echoed in the empty room as both fighters tried to prevail. Francis switched strategy and pulled his legs up, trying to get his feet on Neil's chest and push him off. His bare feet kept slipping because of the incredible amount of sweat and pre-cum on Neil's chest. The strategy soon turned out to be a big mistake as his feet slipped up and Neil pulled them up over his own shoulders, exposing Francis' hole. Pushing the darker fighter into the corner he had Francis rolled on his back, ass up, as his legs and feet helplessly dangled in the air. Neil put his hands around his foe's neck and squeezed as he tried to mount the helpless boy. His cock began to harden, sensing it was about have the opportunity to {removed} the enemy.

Francis grunted, trying to find some way, any way out of the position he was in. His arms flailed, trying to push away from the walls, but gravity and leverage were not in his favor here. His heels beat helplessly on his foe's shoulders as he tried desperately to wiggle out, but to no avail. He was wedged in too tightly to the corner. Neil's arms strained, trying to keep the darker boy from getting away. His strong cock, as if sensing the other's weakened position, grew rock hard, and stood like a horn jutting out from his waist, ready to impale his rival's exposed asshole. Using only his hips, the lighter boy rubbed his cock around the opening of the darker rectum, straining to fit it just right until the bulbous head was at its opening. There was then a pause as the lighter boy gathered his breath and strength, waiting for that final push to skewer his rival at the end of his hard cock. Francis, in his scrunched up position, was struggling to breathe as well. They stayed in this position, chests heaving, for a long minute, then the two boys locked eyes, knowing that this fight was about to come to it conclusion. Francis could see the light of triumph in Neil's eyes as the lighter boys readied his cock for the final thrust. Neil, a triumphant smile beginning to cross his feature, could see the fear and specter of defeat in the other. With a tremendous grunt Neil reared his hips back for the final push.

Francis tried to tighten his sphincter muscles to prevent the intruder from invading. He could feel the enemy cock attempting to enter. Both boys were grunting loudly as the battle intensified. The minimal lubrication favored Francis as the rival cock was slowed, just barely breaking through. In a desperate panic, Francis tried to reach Neil's face but couldn't get to it. In a last ditch effort he got one of his hands free and reached under and found the hard shaft of his aggressor. Squeezing with all he had he tug his nails into the underside of the shaft. Neil yelled out and tried with one hand to pull off the attacking hand. Francis continued to dig his nails in, fighting for his life as Neil's hand kept trying to get his now wounded cock free. This went on for over a minute, finally the lighter haired boy pulled back in an attempt to regroup. Still on top, Neil managed to pull his damaged cock away from the death grip. He moaned as he held his wounded manhood, blood leaking from the painful gouging.

There was a short paused in the struggle as both tried to catch their breath. The dark haired boy was still in the defenseless position but seized the opportunity. He was able to pull back one of his legs and kick his attacker in the face with his foot. The blow caught Neil in the nose, and a loud crack was heard. Blood immediate started to flow as he reached for the injured nose. With another kick to the head from Francis, Neil fell to his side. Both fighters laid there trying to recover for a moment but as if in sync rose to their knees to face each other. The intense struggle ensued from their knees, face to face, each trying to force the other down and dominate. Neil's thumb fish-hooked the inside Francis' mouth, trying to force his head down as Francis tried to pinch the bleeding nose of his rival. Blood was pouring down Neil's face and chest and onto the bare floor, mixing with his still bleeding cock. Both of them now grabbed each other by the hair on their heads with their right hands, while their left hands reached down and worked over each other’s erections. The boy’s heads were jerked back and forth while cocks were twisted and pulled upon. They instinctively knew the importance of damaging the other’s manhood. Neither boy wanted to be {removed}so fingernails dug deep into each other’s cocks in an attempt to scratch and possibly cut the large vein. If a foe’s cock could be severely injured it would not be able to maintain its erection and therefore would be unable to penetrate the other fighter. Neil badly wanted revenge for his wounded penis.

The blood was beginning to splatter all over the two of them, making it so it was hard to tell where the cut originated. Neil decided to level the playing field and dug in his nails to the underside of Francis' dick, causing the darker boy to howl as blood began to rapidly drip from his injured shaft. Francis retaliated by punching his rival in the gut, driving the wind out of the lighter boy and hunching him over. Neil responded by punching the darker boy even lower, in the balls, driving them both to hunched over positions. As they gasped in pain, Francis decided to up the ante by grabbing the other boy’s ball-sack and twisting cruelly. Neil gave a howl as his testicles were mangled, worried that he would also lose his erection. In responses, he went to seize his rival's nuts. Thus began a short, painful war of squeezing their foe's manhood in their hands, to see whom could give and take more. Luckily, both boys were not masochists and as if by mutual decision they each released the other shortly, falling back to opposite edges of the pit, moaning and cradling their wounded testicles and bloody cocks. Looking across, Neil locked eyes with the darker boy, seeing the anger and frustration of his own situation being reflected in the other boy's eyes. Slowly, stiffly, Francis gathered himself, forcing himself up to at least his knees, to take another shot at his rival. Neil saw his rival coming and got to his own knees as fast as his wounded body would allow. His cock was still dripping, and the blood from his nose was still flowing. Francis was in marginally better shape, although his cock too still saw some drops of blood falling from it. He reached Neil as the other had gotten to his knees and taking advantage of his foe's imbalance, he seized the lighter boy’s arm and threw him to the side of the pit. Neil lay there glassy-eyed, stunned by the impact on his head as the nude form of the darker boy advanced on him.

Francis dove on top and grabbed a hold on the battered blonde. He squeezed as hard as he could on his throat, hoping to choke out his rival. Neil quickly responded in like manner to Francis' surprise. Each now forced in desperation to try and outlast the other. The room was eerily still, all that could be heard was the choking sounds of two young males seeking to destroy the other over a common lover. Now both faces of the fighters were turning from red to blue, their tongues and eyes were popping out as the end was near for one. In a second Francis let go in sheer panic trying to pry Neil's bloody hands from his windpipe. But he passed out, collapsing on top of his hated enemy. Neil pushed him to the side, trying to gather himself. They both lay motionless, gashing for air, attempting to recover. The fight had been going on too long. The boys were exhausted, their cocks mauled and bloody. Their bodies brushed and battered, covered in blood, sweat and pre-cum, pushed beyond their limits. Francis slowly regained consciousness. He laid on his side watching Neil, hoping he would not see the fatigue in his eyes. Slowly he began to crawl away, still trying to regain strength. Neil reached out and snagged the bare foot of Francis from behind, stopping him from crawling away. Kicking at Neil, he fought to get away but the blonde would not release his foot, in fact, he was pulling the brunette boy towards him. But in a brilliant move, instead of the attempt to counter the action, Francis stopped resisting and pushed off with his hands and brought his feet and legs over Neil's head. He then snapped his dark, long muscular legs around the other's head in a powerful head scissors. The move shocked Neil but unfortunately for Francis, he left himself exposed and almost as quick, Neil made the same move on him. Both their heads were now locked between each other's thighs.

The two enraged sexfighters found themselves in a deadly sixty-nine position. They tried in vain to release their heads from the vice-like legs of one another. Side by side they lay, grunting and cursing, demanding to be let go by the other. There would be a pause in the action, as if to try and muster their strength and then an intense struggle, their bodies quivering at times. This happened several times. After another moment of stillness passed, the fight began again, this time they started to roll back and forth across the slippery floor. You could no longer see who was who as both boys had transformed into what looked like a single mass of legs, bodies, arms and sex organs. Inside the awful hold, each fighter started to torment the other. Their heads were jammed between each other’s legs, high up on the thighs. The combined odors of male sex, blood, and sweat assailed their senses. This, combined with exertion and the heat from their bodies, caused the most powerful erections they had ever felt. Each felt the urgent need to crush his opponent and plunge his throbbing meat deep into the others ass in victory.

To add to his injured opponent’s pain, the darker skin warrior began to dig between his foe's ass, probing for and finding his anus deep inside. But as he inserted a finger into his opponent, he received the same treatment. The fighters dug into the other, as each had his lower legs and feet crossed to get even greater pressure on the others head. Again, faces were turning bright red. If one were to pass out it would mean certain defeat as his victor could easily {removed}him. The deep fingering continued on each other. Neil had the longer, sharper nails and was doing more damage to the other’s ass. He was scratching the walls of Francis’s rectum and stabbing the prostate gland. The one on the losing end cried out as blood started to pour from his opening. Powerful leg muscles on both fighters stood out in bold relief. They began to jerk their bodies, hoping to get even tighter holds.

As the hold began to slip, both boys it felt like things were happening in slow motion. Neil was getting near the end of his rope, he had almost nothing left now. As good a shape as he was in, his body was exhausted, dripping with sweat and pre-cum. His nose throbbed and blood was still flowing, and now both his ass and his cock were bleeding. At least he was able to retaliate he thought with satisfaction, remembering the feel of his fingers clawing away at his opponent's prostate. Then a sharp pain from his own groin brought him back to the present. The darker fighter was still going, working his own ass over. His lighter fingers strove to retaliate, diving into the other's anus and making him pay even more for his discomfort.

Francis was taking a beating at the thighs and sharp fingernails of his foe, he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep the fight going like this. Feeling his hated rivals sex organ, he tried to open up a new front, trying to maul the hated genitals, and attacking the piss slit. Neil screeched, feeling the darker boy battering his wounded cockhead. The two passionate rivals, going all out towards the finish line.

Both fighters continue to struggle, locked in the 69. But eventually the massive amount of perspiration allowed Neil to get his head free from Francis’s legs. Francis' head was still trapped between his rival’s muscular thighs but during the deadly struggle his head must have moved enough to expose his trachea. In a last ditch effort, Neil jerked his legs and squeezed for a final time, crying out with a loud groan. The leg lock found the vulnerable area. The still trapped brunette’s eyes widened in fear knowing what was about to happen. He frantically tried to pull his head out of the deadly hold but it was useless. Within a minute he quickly passed out. The sandy blonde boy could not believe it! He kept the hold as long as he could and then released out of sheer exhaustion. If only he could have got him sooner, the terrible torture to his private parts could have been spared.

Silence again filled the empty room. It was almost dark but you could still see the liquid and smeared bloody footprints all over the place. Puddles of blood were everywhere. His dark haired enemy lay motionless. Was he dead or alive? Neil was going to seed his rival regardless. After a few minutes he made his move on the defeated warrior. The emerging victor got behind his hurt, exhausted opponent and achieved a full nelson as Francis slowly was coming back to consciences. This move made the victim desperate. The two nude sweaty boys struggled to the upright position on their knees, still locked in the full nelson. The dark haired fighter’s cock was not as hard as before but still turgid, dripping pre-cum and blood from the wounds. He groaned in agony. The winning fighter’s cock was becoming completely erect and absolutely rigid, despite its terrible injuries. Both their balls were swollen, but dangling down and dripping with sweat. Milky liquid continued dripping from both cocks and sweat was everywhere. The entire room was heavy with the smell of raw musk. As the struggle went on, they fell again on the slippery wooden floor but the hold continued. They rolled over so that they were face down.

Neil, the boy in the superior position, put his feet inside of his weakened opponent's and struggled to spread the tanned legs apart. A leg fight now took place as muscles strained to overcome the other. The bottom fighter knew this was his last resort. If his legs lost this battle, his precious hole would be exposed. Grunts and groans filled the room as the intense struggle ensued. Finally the tired legs of the young male on the bottom slowly began to part. The stronger fighter arched his back and as his cock slid down between his foes buttocks, he pressed forward. Slowly his hard cock forced its way into the other’s exposed, wounded ass.

The bottom wrestler fought back by using his anal muscles again to try to crush the invading cock. Both boys began bucking and slamming into each other in a fierce battle of sexual dominance. But the erect battered penis slowly ground in one inch after another, lubricated with sweat, blood, and dripping semen. It was incredibly tight and blazing hot. The bottom fighter could not keep his rival’s invading cock out, he groaned in despair and humiliation. The enemy cock sank deep into the tight bloody hole, and they rolled over onto Neil’s back, affording an incredible view of the two men locked together as one. The stronger wrestler’s cock was sunk up to the balls. Now that he was in total control, the victorious boy began to slowly fuck the loser, pulling his cock out and then slamming back in. You could see the cock gleaming with drippings and ass juices as it plunged in and out. The fucking was hurting both fighters because of the wounds to the cock and anus but Neil continued on. As he drove in and out of his opponent, the helpless victim’s bleeding cock leaked a slow and steady stream of semen. After several minutes he had a fierce orgasm and his wounded cock sprayed cum over all over.

The victor continued to instinctively thrust his cock in and out of the tight asshole of the other boy who met him thrust for thrust. He screamed loudly as you could see his cock and balls surging and pulsing as he filled the loser’s ass with his hot seed. He continued to keep his defeated rival in the hold. The loser was humiliated. He tried to break away but was too weak from the intense fight. The winner’s legs continued to be intertwined around his foe’s legs, keeping them spread open while also keeping him in the full nelson on the bare floor. His hard cock was still inside the tight hole of his victim. Blood began to drip from the loser’s ass from the brutal {removed}. The once proud dark haired fighter began to moan as his arms and shoulder’s ached from the painful full nelson hold. He looked down his tan shinny torso and saw his once perfect penis, now red and swollen, still bleeding from the earlier attacks. His long, smooth, tanned, and muscular legs were bloodstained and still tangled up in his hated rival’s legs, being forced apart and cramping from the hold. His bare feet were dirty and bloody as his toes wiggled when he tried to free his cramping legs. He could not believe what had happened. How could he have lost this sexfight to his hated rival?

Francis'asshole was red and burning, hurting from the furious and still sporadic fucking thrusts he was receiving from Neil's victorious penis. He was feeling what no man should ever have to feel, a hard throbbing cock splitting his insides open after proving it clearly and viciously belonged to a male superior to himself in every way here. In utter despair at his losing predicament, the darker haired fighter dropped his head in shame. Unshed tears welled behind his eyes, tears that his last iota of willpower was determined not to let his adversary see him drop. The rest of his body went limp.

Neil, feeling the unresisting body of his former rival, knew now that the fight was well and truly over, with his cock proving to be the superior one in the room. Slowly, his aching muscles relaxed, ratcheting down the tension in the room a bit. The lighter boy still kept his hold on the other boy in case he somehow wanted to fight still, but it was not to be, the darker boy was beaten. Slowly, fractionally, Neil released all the tension and rolled them both over, until it was just the two of them lying in a heap with himself on top, his cock still stuck in Francis' ass.

As both boys took deep breaths, strength started to come back into their limbs, and with it new life and new awareness of the situation. For Francis', the full depth of his humiliation began to roll over him like a wave, and he just curled up and suffered. But for Neil, it was like a new morning, realizing for the first time that he had truly and unconditionally defeated his rival, with the dynamic between them never to be equal again. Neil then gradually realized that he wanted to untangle from this loser that he had just vanquished, which was not such a simple thing in his weakened condition. First, his cock, while not exactly softening, began to get less rigid and more flexible, allowing him to pull it out of Francis' dark hole. The darker boy groaned slightly at this, but did not move otherwise as Neil began to get up. He gradually untangled himself from a still prostrate Francis to come to sitting position, and feeling began to come back to the rest of his body. While his ass and cock hurt, it was somewhat blunted by the surging hormones elicited by his triumph. The one thing that really hurt, and it did with nearly every breath he took, was his nose, which felt broken. Neil swore, his triumph marred only by this small fact. He briefly entertained the idea of going over to Francis and slamming the darker boy's face into the ground and breaking his own nose, but then he came up with an idea far more psychologically damaging.

As soon as he had the strength, Neil stood up and rolled the still face-down form of Francis to look up in the middle of the pit. The darker boy was still out of it, breathing but with a listless cast to his face. Neil smirked as he placed his dirty bare foot on the still boy’s chest in the pose of an ancient victorious prizefighter, for perhaps the most valuable prize of all, manhood. He stood like that for some time, waiting, until finally he could feel it, streaming out of his wounded but still semi-hard cock.

Francis's mind only stared to focus when he wasn’t able to breathe easily, then when he was nearly choking. His reflexes kicked in and he sputtered to life, spewing out the warm liquid Neil was pumping down his throat. When he came to realization that his most hated enemy had just literally, pissed all over him, he fell back even further into despair. As he lay there, with a triumphant smirk Neil leaned down and gripping the mop of dark hair. His hands pulled the darker boy's head close to his crotch as his hips got into the swing of it. Once! Twice! Thrice, his still semi hard cock whipped back and forth, striking the darker boy's face and further displaying his dominance over him. Leaning in, Neil looked Francis straight into his downcast eyes and said "It's over, Kris is mine, if you want to dispute that, we can have a go in here again," he said, a tad menacingly, a tad hopefully. The darker boy just moaned and curled up into a fetal position, finally sobbing. Neil just laughed as he walked away from the fluid stained pit with a broken figure curled up in the center...

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