There Mark was, lying on his back with his two boys on top of him, each frantically kissing him. As they grinded their erect cocks against Mark’s muscled, hairy body, their bodies began to rub together more intensely. In the heat of such an agonizing connection, they began to tug at the other’s hair, but this time it wasn’t hate that bound the two to each other’s locks, but lust. The two young boys began to experience such a strange mix of emotions, neither of who could quite understand; Anger and jealousy, but also desire and elation.
As Owen and Mark shared a solo moment, kissing deeply, Grayson, who was acting completely uninhibitedly, and with Owen’s hair still wrapped around his fingers, pulled Owen’s face away from Mark’s and began kissing Owen. This was not your sweet, delicate make out session. Each of the two rivals sought to assert control over their kiss. Their tongues clashed and pushed against one another. Hands still pulling at each other’s hair, both boys began to whimper in the other’s mouth. Owen, deciding to take control, thrusted Grayson off of Mark and was soon on top of Grayson, as the two continued to furiously kiss. With his rival now beneath him, and with Mark watching eagerly, Owen made eye contact with Mark as he began using his hands to explore Grayson’s slick, smooth body. Grayson, not wanting to be outmatched, used both of his hands to smack Owen’s ass so hard that Owen squealed in pain.
Still competing for Mark’s desire, the boys were now melting into the other’s kiss. Their breathing was becoming heavier. Their attraction towards the other grew as their smooth bodies pressed together with every passing minute. They were intoxicated by the smell of each other’s sweat and the sound of each other’s moans. In a moment of intensity, Owen pulled back from his rival’s kiss, and moaned so loudly as his head dropped back. Grayson’s back lifted from against the bed in almost in instant. He leaned his body into and against Owen’s, burying his head into Owen’s neck and beginning to bite his skin. Mark was overwhelmed by all of this. He didn’t dare to even touch his leaking dick at this point. He would have exploded right then and there.
As Grayson delivered a series of passionate kisses and bites to Owen’s neck, he simultaneously began stroking Owen’s hard, throbbing cock. Owen couldn’t take it. He began to squirm, trying not to cum, and yet at the same time, all he wanted was for Grayson to fuck him. At that moment, Owen had fallen so deep in his own desires that he could not even remember how this whole thing begun. That was until Grayson, bringing his lips from Owen’s neck to his ears, whispered in a soft and yet truly cruel tease. “You don’t deserve, Mark, slut….” Owen felt a burst of outrage run through him, immediately seeking to take back the control he lost when he found himself consumed by Grayson’s kiss. Squeezing as hard as he could as he grasped onto Grayson’s hair, thrashing the blonde’s head backwards, Owen whispered in response: “I’ll make you regret that, bitch….”
With their foreheads pressed together, more hateful words were breathed between the boys as they were now engaged in their hairpulling battle. Their mouths hovered closely. “Stupid slut.” “Fucking bitch.” “He’s mine.” The two gripped at each other’s nude bodies so tightly that they each felt as if they might faint. Before that could happen, they felt Mark reach in and grab both by the arms, pulling his cats apart and forcing each on their back. Mark was now on top of his boys. The 6’3 bull collapsed forward and began grinding his cock onto the two of them, his pre-cum so much that it his cock glided effortlessly between their bodies. Mark was letting off a series of grunts as his throbbing hard cock forged its way between his two battling beauties.
“FUUUCK I’m going to cuuuuuum,” screamed Mark, as a gushing orgasm of epic proportions came roaring out of him and onto the face of his boys. Both Grayson and Owen quickly shot up to their knees to begin licking every last drop of their stallion’s milky cum. Mark let out a yell of painful pleasure as he felt two warm mouths wrap around his twitching cock. The boys had quickly dried Mark completely up. Thirsty for more, they grabbed at each other and began to lick Mark’s still-warm cum off the other’s face, eventually falling backwards with Owen on top. The nude and soft-bodied 20-year-olds were now once again pushing into and against one another, there in the center of the hotel room bed. Their eyes were locked. In a heated rhythm, their cocks began grinding, up and down, back and forth.
Owen began to go in for a kiss, but as he lowered himself, Grayson grabbed his hair and with all the force he could muster, rolled the two over on the bed. Grayson, letting out a scream, slapped Owen’s face. Frozen and with no time to react, a second slap came down and splattered Owen in the face. Grayson smirked, “there’s more where that came from you little bitch.” Owen, instead of lunging with rage, replied with a seductive “let’s see what you got.” As he said those words, he hurled Grayson onto the floor. The two boys were quick to their feet, meeting at the end of the bed. Owen had a slight evil grin on his face, as he slapped Grayson as hard as he could. Grayson slapped him back. One by one, taking turns, the boys slapped each other with all their might. They were clearly getting off on this, Mark thought to himself, as he watched from a chair in the corner.
They wanted it. To fight. To be at war. To claim Mark for themselves. In a fit of frustration and unquenched desire, their bodies came together and collided against the wall. Grayson leaned in and whispered “he doesn’t want you slut. He wants me.” “Shut the fuck up,” whispered Owen. “Make me,” replied Grayson. Both angry, and with unmet sexual desires, they knew what they wanted from the other.
“I will make you….” came a soft, nearly inaudible threat from Grayson.
“Not before I make you….” Owen responded with no more volume, but just as much certainty.
“Winner takes all,” Grayson moaned. The competition had begun.
Whoever made the other cum first was going to win Mark, but the battle was now bigger than just Mark. Both boys wanted to prove who the superior twink truly was. Still pinned against the wall, their lips met as shivers ran up their spines. Their kissing more sensual this time. Owen’s hands had found their way to Grayson’s ass as he began to caress his hole. Grayson retaliated by lifting Owen up off the floor. Still wildly kissing, Owen wrapped around his legs around Grayson’s lower back. The two were going at it hard. Grayson clutched Owen’s hard cock in his hands. Owen let out a loud moan and went in to kiss Grayson so aggressively that the two fell back onto the carpet. The cats were now rolling round and round on the floor, making out harder and moaning louder than ever before. Their twin cocks were so in sync with the other. With each thrust and roll, their increasingly sensitive dicks got more and more wet.
“Uggghhhhh fuuuck….” Owen moaned softly. Bracing himself as he bear hugged Grayson, he fought tirelessly not to burst. In an effort to cease Grayson’s attempt at succeeding, Owen got his hands on Grayson’s cock and began stroking. His grip was so effective that Grayson’s initial struggle for Owen to release his dick became a lust-weakened submission. Grayson laid on his back as his legs lifted up to Owen’s shoulders and crossed at the ankles behind Owen’s upper back. “Biiiiitchh….” Grayson cursed in a strengthless moan. His hips began to thrust themselves up. Owen started to suck his oozing cock. Grayson could tell an orgasm was building and was going to shatter at any second. Owen was just too good at this, he thought.
Just as his legs began to spread in pleasure, out of fear of losing, Grayson’s hands rushed to Owen’s hair and yanked his rival up and out from between his legs. Grayson kicked Owen away from him and began to crawl away. Knowing that he had only seconds to follow-up on the sexual progress he had made before it faded, Owen dove atop Grayson. With Grayson trapped on his back, Owen moved his rock hard dick between the blonde twink’s spread thighs. As Grayson began to squirm and try to fight to get free, Owen thrusted his cock into Grayson’s hole. “UUUGGGGHHH ahhhhhh,” groaned Grayson, as he wrapped his legs around Owen’s back, trying to stop his dick from thrusting farther and deeper into him. But Owen’s force was too strong, pushing Grayson into a pleasure he was doomed to accept.
“CUUUUNNNNTT,” Grayson groaned, “I haate you.”
“Same cunt, now cum for me!” demanded Owen. Owen’s cock felt so good inside of Grayson that within seconds of Owen’s demand, Grayson let out an animalistic howl of pleasure. It was so intense that Owen could feel it vibrating from within Grayson’s tight, quivering hole.
“I’M GOING TO FUCKING CUUUUMMM.” And with that, Grayson exploded, screaming in pleasure and anger as his eruption grew more intense by the second.
“I won cunt. You never deserved Mark,” said the gloating ginger twink in a hiss. Owen slapped Grayson across the face and looked over at his prize, who was sitting back on the chair, eyes widening with pleasure as he looked at Owen look at him. Owen, still as hard as ever, removed his cock from his rival’s ass and got up, leaving the blonde twink to continue to convulse on the floor.
As Owen rode Mark’s giant herculean body on the chair, making the most passionate love there ever was, Grayson laid on the floor and watched in horror. Their wild sex continued to the bed even after Mark and Owen both came. At that point, Grayson had gotten up and left the hotel room in shame. He had his lost his man to Owen. The battle was over. Mark was Owen’s, and Owen was Mark’s.
The End.
In the next story, it will be Mark’s turn to fight for Owen. Stay tuned!
Mark walked into the bedroom quietly, carrying both boys over his shoulders. Although exhausted from their brawl, the boys couldn’t help but continue to yank each other’s hair and curse one another out. “Bitch. Slut. You weak piece of shit,” murmured Grayson. Simultaneously, Owen was calling Grayson trash, over and over again. He knew that calling him trash made Grayson the angriest. “Quiet down, boys,” Mark softly said as he approached the bed. “Let go of each other. Come on.” “I’M NOT LETTING GO OF THIS CUNT,” yelled Grayson. With that, Mark threw Owen and Grayson onto the bed, causing them to break their grips on the other’s hair. “THAT’S ENOUGH,” yelled Mark, in a stern and powerful voice. Both boys were stunned as well as turned on by Mark’s aggression. It was a completely different energy from what he had been exhibiting all night. Owen and Grayson, who were both on the bed, lying on their backs side by side, immediately obeyed Mark.
The sight of his boys going at it so hard for so long, all for him, and now having them lying in bed together, was making Mark harder than he ever thought he could get. His heart was racing, knowing the best threesome of his life was right in front of him. “I want both of you to keep your hands off each other. Your only focus is pleasing me. Now come here my beautiful boys. My dick needs some much needed attention. I’m throbbing.” Like a race towards a prize, both boys shot up on all fours and instantly crawled forward towards Mark. It was clear that they were both vying to get at his cock first. As they both reached Mark’s cock at the same time, their bright blue eyes first locked with each other, then up at Mark, before ascending on his cock like starving animals. They were going after Mark’s cock with fervor, devouring it with both of their mouths, wrestling to claim his cock as their own.
As Mark looked down at Grayson and Owen deepthroating his hardened cock, he wanted to kiss them both so badly. He was so attracted to them. He couldn’t help but compare their bodies. They were so similar, each smooth, toned, and petite. Mark reached down with his left hand to caress Owen’s plump round ass, while at the same time using his right to embrace Grayson’s equal, sizable and juicy ass. In unison, Mark slapped both his boys’ asses as hard as he could. They moaned with pleasure and submissiveness. Mark found his way to both their assholes, which he knew very well. They were both ready for Mark, soaking wet and radiating with heat.
Jealousy soon arose as Grayson and Owen sucked on Mark’s milky cock, as both boys unintentionally laced their fingers around their man’s vein-throbbing shaft at the same time. Grayson abruptly pushed Owen’s hand away, causing Owen to push him back in retaliation. Quickly turning to face each other, they plunged into an intensified bearhug, with Grayson grabbing Owen’s thick red hair and snapping his head back. While still locked together, the two soon crashed to the floor. They began kicking and kneeing at each other and using one hand to hold the other and their free hand to tug at the other’s hair. As they rolled around, it was difficult to tell who was getting the worst of the action. Both boys had battled wildly all night. Mark now wanted the attention back on him and growled “ENOUGH! Get off of each other, now!” Unable to let go of each other, Mark had to intervene and pull the two apart. It took quite the effort to separate them, and even then they continued to grab for each other. Grayson was livid and yelling for Mark to let him fight this bitch, as Owen encouraged him to do so.
Deciding to take control again, Mark wrapped his arms around each of them and pulled them close together, bending his neck to kiss one of them and then the other. The kissing turned hot and heavy, with Mark feverishly going between his two boys’ lips, bouncing back and forth. As the kissing became more intense, Mark lifted both boys from the ground. In such a tight hold, their lips, tongues, and mouths all met in one intense struggle, with Owen and Grayson both trying to out-do one another. They wrapped their arms around Mark’s back, and without missing a beat, grabbed a handful of the other’s hair. With such grips they tugged whenever the other would get Mark’s attention for too long. Such vindictive assaults continued, causing each boy to gasp in pain, and whimper into Mark’s mouth, even as they took turns kissing his delicious lips.
As the minutes passed, the two boys began to focus more and more on spiting one another, rather than pleasing Mark. Each were triggered with ferocity by the others refusal to leave and abandon their claim on Mark. He was theirs, they both thought. Although he certainly wanted to continue hooking up with his boys, Mark was turned on by their overt competition and decided to get creative. “Alright, you’re going to put on a little show for me.” Mark let go of the boys and walked backed to the bed to sit. “Show me what you got boys.” Both Grayson and Owen looked to Mark with their same lustful, adorning eyes, trying to decide exactly what he meant. “Show daddy who has the bigger dick,” Mark clarified with excitement.
For a moment, Owen had begun to spiral, finding it difficult to repress his emotions of anger and jealousy for Grayson and give Mark the attention he deserved. Grayson, however, wasted no time before he tried to impress upon Mark that it was he who he should desire. Grayson was overconfident about everything, including his dick. From Mark’s perspective, Owen’s dick was outstanding, certainly just as impressive as Grayson’s. Grayson placed his hands on his hips to pose, with Owen following his lead. The boys pointed their erect dicks at each other, inviting Mark to compare and pick the best. They both had amazing dicks and took pleasure in Mark’s gaze, as his head whipped from side to side from Owen to Grayson and back. They posed and thrusted out their dicks knowing that Mark was comparing them.
“So, who’s it gonna be daddy?,” asked Owen. “They’re both so perfect and so similar. Come over here and let me taste you both,” Mark replied. Grayson and Owen walked towards the bed as Mark got on his knees and began to suck both of his boys’ gorgeous, hard dicks. The boys were side by side, skin to skin, as Mark used both of his hands to hold each of their cocks, giving them the attention they deserved. However, it wasn’t long until a catfight was bound to erupt, and that it did. With Mark’s mouth still massaging and stroking each of their dicks, it took one glare between Grayson and Owen for them to yet again put their hands on each other.
Owen grabbed the first handful of hair and pulled Grayson’s upper body down hard. Grayson, however, hip checked Owen, causing Owen to tumble to the ground. Instead of diving for him, Grayson continued to let Mark such his dick, as Owen rose to his feet. Once again Owen was able to get his hands into Grayson’s hair and pull, and with that, both boys spilled off the bed and onto the carpet. They rolled briefly and wrestled for control, as Mark sat back on the bed to watch the show.
Grayson managed to mount himself on top of Owen’s chest and scoot forward, trying to pin Owen’s arms schoolyard-style; but Owen pulled Grayson’s head down and got his arms over Grayson’s neck in a front headlock. The boys grunted a few times, as Grayson’s hand reached between Owen’s legs to grab a hold of his dick. Grayson pulled as hard as he could. Owen shrieked in pain, and managed to flip Grayson off from on top of him. Both boys grabbed the others’ heads between their legs into a 69 position, and their faces became buried in the other’s crotch. "Slut, when we finish this one of us won't be able to walk,” Owen heard Grayson say under his breath.
As Mark watched from the bed, the erotic nature of their fight was becoming more and more obvious. The thought of Mark’s lips and tongue on Grayson’s body filled Owen with frustration and resentment, as he tightened his legs around his rival’s neck in jealous outrage. Grayson squeezed his grip even tighter in return. As both boys began to feel like they were going to pass out, they broke apart and released their grips, each coughing and exhaling from the choking they just endured. Both boys came to their knees, huffing and puffing and panting, as they glared at each other with such fierceness.
They soon were on their feet, putting out their hands and interlocking them shoulder height, pushing against each other in a test of strength. But this time was different. This was not as vicious of a catfight as their previous brawls had been. Everything was slightly calmer and slower. They exchanged cold stares while they grabbed two fists of the others’ hair. This time the yanks were less, though each still held a firm grip. Their movements seemed almost like some kind of sexual ritual. Mark was completely frozen by hedonistic lust at this display that was so primal and animalistic. "Bitch," Owen said in a breathy voice, "Get the fuck out of here, unless you want to watch me fuck my man. I’m not sharing him with you!" “Neither am I,” barked Grayson, "Not a chance in hell, bitch. How about this: I slap the shit out of you, and you sit there crying and watch while I fuck MY man." "You should leave before you embarrass yourself even more than you already have, you trashy cunt," Owen replied.
In an attempt to break this standing catball, Grayson tried to pull away from Owen but lost his balance, falling backwards onto the carpet. Owen was on him like a wildcat, driving his knee into Grayson’s stomach as he landed on him. Grayson instantly grabbed Owen by the hair and pulled him sideways off of him. As they scurried to try and get the advantage, they found themselves in sitting positions facing each other. As if they had rehearsed this move beforehand, they grabbed onto each other's ankles and pulled themselves closer together. They were sitting upright now, each with one leg over the other's leg and their erect cocks tightly pressed together. They each then crooked a knee behind the other's back to press themselves together even tighter. Their chests were smashed completely together as they each dug both hands into the other's wet, mangled hair. Panting and moaning heavily, they began grinding their cocks together as they jerked each other's heads from side to side by the hair. They held this mutual hold for a while as the sweat continued to drip from their bodies and their chests heaved up and down.
Mark was absolutely enthralled by what he was witnessing. He was so aroused by seeing his boys grinding their cocks together. “Kiiiiiisssssss. Fuuuuuuuck just kiss,” moaned Mark. And just like that, the two rival twinks lunged at each other and became engaged in a fiery, half-vicious kiss. Mark had been waiting all night for this. “Yes boys, get into it. Fuuuuuck,” gasped Mark. Owen and Grayson were making out so intensely that sounds of snorts and nasal-gasps were filling the room, as they struggled to find air in their passionate, jealousy-infused kiss.
At this point, their struggle over Mark had bound and intoxicated them. They felt an intensity they had never experienced before, an excitement that the challenge to win over Mark had bestowed upon them. “Come over here now, I can’t take this anymore,” Mark wailed. Owen and Grayson wasted no time and dove at Mark, forcing him to fall back on the bed. They began kissing him with undiluted devotion and affection, each fighting to pull Mark’s face towards them and away from the other. The intensity amongst the three of them was electrifying.
The boys had finally submitted and accepted that they would have to share Mark, at least for tonight. But who was Mark going to fuck first, and how would he decide?
Before Mark could even get Grayson to the couch, the two began passionately making out. Mark couldn’t control himself. They were going at it like two lovers who hadn’t seen each other in ages. With Grayson’s legs tightly grasped around his torso, Mark lowered the two onto the couch. Mark was ravenous. Grayson fit so perfectly on his lap, straddling his giant body, and pushing up against his rock hard dick. For a split second, Mark came out of his purple-hazed passion and removed his lips from Grayson’s, blurting out “Owen!” With his arms wrapped around Mark’s upper back, which was so big Grayson could barely touch his two hands together, Grayson whispered “fuck Owen” and started lustfully kissing Mark. Within seconds, Owen made his presence known. “Get off of him. Now.”
Grayson quickly turned to look at Owen, as Mark eagerly said “Owen baby come here.” Grayson turned back towards Mark, pulled him in and gave him a deep kiss, making sure the sound of their lips touching was loudly heard by Owen. Grayson then turned back towards Owen and said, “My man loves kissing my soft lips, don’t you baby.” Owen was clenching his fists so tightly he was beginning to lose feelings in his hands. “Get up you fucking pig. Get the fuck up off my man,” Owen screamed.
“Now boys, can’t we play nicely now? Daddy needs some attention,” Mark said. “Hold on daddy,” Grayson said with confidence, “let me take care of this slut and then I’m all yours.” Grayson stood up and faced Owen, leaving big beefy Mark on the couch alone, with a raging boner. “I’m not scared of you,” Grayson snarled. “Alright boys,” Mark said, “I clearly can’t keep you two apart. Fight for me. Let daddy see how badly you want it.” This was the first time Mark had so overtly pushed Owen and Grayson to fight. Hearing Mark say those words brought Grayson and Owen to a level of hatred they didn’t know was possible.
Owen charged Grayson, tackling him in Mark’s direction. Both boys fell onto Mark and quickly over the couch and onto another glass table, which immediately shattered as they crashed onto the floor. The completely nude boys resumed their tumultuous catfight with dizzying fervor.
Ignoring the shattered glass they now found themselves in, the fearsome femboys struggled to pin the other down. Both their hands were locked, and their long, lean arms were battling for strength. The belligerent boys laced their legs together and began vigorously rocking back and forth, wrestling and hitting each other. They became tangled up in headlocks, both trying to muscle the other to his feet. Now on their knees, they engaged in a nasty tug of war with each other’s hair. Both boys were howling as their heads violently flown in multiple directions.
After a minute or so, Owen was able to yank Grayson’s hair hard enough that he lost his balance, forcing each boy’s grip to loosen. As they began to swiftly get up, Owen quickly grabbed a lamp that had fallen with them off the table. Now standing, Owen swung the lamp at Grayson’s head, but Grayson avoided it. Eager to get his hands on Owen, Grayson leapt at him and knocked the lamp out of his grasp. The force of the impact sent both boys falling back over the couch and onto the floor in front of where Mark was sitting. Mark was rubbing his throbbing cock at this point, trying not to explode at the show, as the two dug their finger nails into each other and wormed together like snakes. Owen’s hands gripped tightly on Grayson’s shoulders, pinning the blonde, but not for very long. Grayson quickly worked one foot in between himself and Owen, and kicked the ginger off. Owen flew backwards into the wall, hitting his head against a large, framed picture. Glass immediately shattered over his head. With this, Grayson had time to get back on his feet.
Without the slightest pause, both boys stood and set at each other. With glass still in his hair, Owen charged and propelled his rival into a bookcase. Now locked in a bearhug, Grayson rained punches onto Owen’s back, as Owen struggled to pin his arms down. Off balance, Owen fell backwards, carrying Grayson him. The two hit the carpet with a thud that knocked the wind out of both of them, and a catball quickly ensued. Suddenly, the bookcase came crashing down, completely covering the fighting boys. Mark let out a gasp. He couldn’t have anticipated their fight was going to be this explosive. After hearing their moans, Mark quickly noticed the bookcase jump and move chaotically.
The boys were not letting anything stop their fight, so they continued wrestled in the small space beneath the bookcase for some time, clawing and pinching and kneeing and kicking. Their muffled moans and grunts sped up and grew louder and louder until suddenly the back of the bookcase broke open and the two brawling cats emerged, still locked together in a feverish struggle. Mark watched in amazement. Locked in a hectic catball, they quickly rolled into the bedroom.
This is when Mark tried to step in again, following the boys into the bedroom and attempting to break them apart. "He's mine", panted Grayson. "No he is mine," screamed Owen. “Boys, break it up,” Mark said with intent. Mark was able to pull Owen off of Grayson and bearhug him into submission. With that, Mark demanded Grayson go to the bathroom, and with reluctance, Grayson obeyed. As Grayson walked away, Owen began thrashing in Mark’s grip, and just as Grayson reached the bathroom door, Owen let out a shriek as he leapt out of Mark’s arms and charged Grayson. Somewhat startled, Grayson tried to slam the door in Owen’s face, but the angry twink flung himself into the door, knocking Grayson against the sink. The fight was now confined to the bathroom.
As Mark quickly made his way to the entrance of the bathroom, Grayson had laid his foot into Owen’s stomach. The blow knocked Owen into the wall, where he lost his balance and fell. He grabbed the shower curtain, but it failed to slow his fall, and instead, completely ripped. Without missing a second, Grayson was on top of Owen before he could lift his legs to defend himself. Trapped in the enclosed space, their slick, naked bodies began to writhe and slither against each other. Pinning the ginger’s wrists to the floor, Grayson screamed, "When I get through with you, you're gonna clean up every single thing you wrecked, you fucking whore!" Owen screamed in reply, "Clean it up yourself, cunt!"
Owen abruptly rolled to one side, tossing Grayson against the toilet. He immediately pounced on Grayson and sank both hands into his blonde hair. With a howl of pain, Grayson counterattacked, clawing at Owen’s hair. They landed side-by-side on the cold tiled floor and erupted yet again into fierce catball. Brutally yanking hair, they teetered from side to side, each trying to gain control. They toppled over and over, with their legs wrapped around each other so their bodies looked to form a tight knot. Their legs entwined as both boys began to scratch and bite. The tangle of femboy fury churned about the bathroom floor, as they threw punches one after another in a wild flurry of fists before burying their fingers in each other's thick hair yet again.
Back and forth they rolled, grappling nose to nose. Their strength was so evenly match that they knew they had to outlast and outsmart the other. Owen began searching for something with which to bash Grayson with. He was able to get his hands on a bottle of body oil that was just outside the shower. The two boys fought for control of the bottle, and soon they were being doused with oil. Mark was entranced. This was like a real life porn. Their wild hair became matted down, and their bare skin took on a bright sheen as the bottle spilled every last drop upon the crazed duo. Mark was so aroused.
The floor had become so slippery that the boys ended up separated at that point. The oil dripping from their bodies had made a puddle on the floor, and the two were finding it difficult to regain balance. Crawling slowly now, the twinks neared each other again, intent upon fighting. Grayson struck first, with a smack across Owen’s cheek. Owen slapped him in return, with Grayson counteracting with another slap. Again and again the twinks slapped and hit at each other. The sounds of bare skin being smacked rang in the air was like erotic music to Mark, mixing with the moans and sharp exclamations of his two femboys engaged in a heated slapping catfight.
As they worked their way around the floor, Owen eventually found his legs touching the rug that began at the entrance to the bathroom, which was where Mark had been standing. Eager to gain an advantage, he rolled onto the carpet and got to his feet. The pause was welcomed by both boys. Their bodies were red from their stomachs to their faces from the incessant barrage of powerful slaps, and they were beginning to tire from the length of the strenuous combat they had been in. Mark put his hand on Owen’s back, “baby, let’s stop this.” But neither boy was finished. "You had enough?" taunted Grayson. "No. You?" asked Owen, panting. "Oh, I could go all day."
Grayson and Owen both raised their hands and closed. Wading into each other, they threw punch after punch, neither stopping to block or avoid the other's blows. Their cries of anguish rose in pitch as the pain each was feeling spiraled out of control. Determined to win, they came together, rested their chins on their shoulders, and continued slugging. Grunting loudly, they wailed on each other for a few minutes, until the speed of their attacks finally slowed. They settled into a clinch, and began staggering around the bathroom like inebriated dancers.
Owen groaned, and pushed with all his might, trying to topple Grayson over backwards. The pair stumbled around wildly until their momentum led them to topple into the oversized bathroom tub. Their oil covered bodies slipped against the other’s so beautifully, Mark thought. Each boy strived to climb atop the other and straddle him, but they were both unable to gain control. With hands in each other’s hair, they were still tugging as hard as they could, but their energy was dwindling. The hatred between the two was as intense as it was at the beginning of the fight, if not more so, but their bodies had weakened. “I hate you.” “I hate you too.” The moans were getting more frail and shaky, as each looked like battered cats at this point.
As Mark stood there, watching his two naked boys rub against each other in the tub, he had never been so aroused. “Boys, let’s break it up now. You’ve had enough.” Without warning, the boys were startled by the feeling of water falling on them. Mark had turned on the shower. “Alright my boys, break it up. Let go of each other.” With that, their bodies gave and both boys let go of the other’s hair. After letting the water wash over his twinks for a little, Mark, who was completely naked at this point, lifted both boys simultaneously, one over each shoulder, and carried them into the bedroom.
Mark was taking back control now. Let the sex begin….but can his boys keep their hands off each other? Stay tuned!
At this point, the sheer force of Grayson and Owen’s catfight was so extraordinarily uncontrollable that their brawl had poured into the living room. Before Mark could follow his fighting boys, he heard the sound of breaking glass. Grayson and Owen’s bare bodies landed on the coffee table, and the top piece of glass had completely shattered. Instead of worrying about what the extent of this mess was going to cost him, Mark was so turned on by what he was watching that he didn’t care in the slightest. Grayson found himself on top of Owen for the first few moments, but not for long. The boys began to frantically roll, their bodies furiously interwoven, as if they were somehow becoming one. Their hands had basically not left the other’s hair since their fight begun. Mark didn’t blame the two for using this tactic to try to gain advantage, as both his boys had so much hair to begin with. That is, until tonight.
Now in the living room, the boundaries of their fight were widening, no longer confined to the smaller entryway. To Mark’s delight, more space only magnified their catfight, amplifying their impassioned rage towards the other. The boys were falling everywhere, unable to contain their bodies from the forcible movement happening between them. There was an urgency growing in Owen’s moans and grunts, as his hatred for Grayson was oozing out of him. While rolling on the floor, Owen had managed to pin Grayson against the wall. Grayson hurriedly wrapped his legs around Owen’s torso, squeezing as hard as he could. Their fight had blown up across the entire living room, and now, they both had the other nailed down to one spot, locked in their rival’s embrace, only allowing for stationary, yet frenzied movements.
There they were, his two gorgeous femboys, locked up in an incensed ball of rage. Mark moved closer to his battling duo; he wanted to smell their sweat, to hear their ever elongated moans. As Mark moved closer, he could see that Grayson and Owen’s faces were so close that they almost were kissing. He wanted to fuck them both in that moment so badly. Their hands were still interlocked in each other’s hair, as neither would stop tearing the other to shreds. Their mutual hair tugging was met with wails of pain. Mark stood there, erection raging, contemplating trying to drag his two boys into the bedroom so he could finally fuck them. But Mark remained frozen in his place, his eyes filled with lust.
“Let go of my hair you fucking faggot,” sobbed Owen, “ahhhhhhhhhh.” “This is so you never touch Mark again,” yelled Grayson, “I will never let you near Mark.” Their agitation continued to grow more hysterical. Their stares were affixed, almost as if sending a stream of warnings and threats to one another. So many feelings were seething from each of them. Their dedication to ripping every hair from the other’s head, all for Mark’s affection, was almost heroic-like. Their devotion to Mark was that of true commitment, so much so that they couldn’t stop fighting; their eyes intently locked; their mouths open; their bodies deliriously quivering. The boys could not get closer at this point. The full length of their bodies were pressed into one another, stomachs and chest flattened in parallel.
With a loud grunt, Grayson exerted as much strength as he could, driving both boys into another repetitive roll across the floor, as each pushed and pulled wildly. While still clinging to one another, they struggled to get back to their feet. There, standing for the first time in a while, the boys tried to find the strength within them to overpower the other, but the two were simply too evenly matched for such dominance to take place. Hands in hair, they began to sway back and forth, seemingly losing their energy. In so much pain, they each tried to pull themselves away, but found the other's grasp unrelenting, and too well-matched. Minutes passed as they engaged in this slow, yet frenetic dance around the living room. Their eyes were both flooding with tears as they thrusted their bodies so deeply together. To Mark’s excitement, their catfight had found itself cascading into the bedroom. Mark was beside himself. He was so horny. This was it. He was going to get to fuck them both.
Their whimpering moans continued as the two boys’ catfight had spewed into the bedroom. Together they landed on the king-sized bed, settling into a stalemate position, their legs and arms intimately interlaced. The steady exchange of “bitch” and “cunt” between the two persisted, but at this point, they were almost whispering it. As he entered the bedroom, it was becoming all too much for Mark. The sight of his naked boys wrapped so tightly around each other on the bed was beautiful, as each pulled on each other’s hair in unison. This was magic for Mark. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before; unlike anything he could have ever imagined. He had never been so attracted to either of them. Owen’s gorgeous red hair and Grayson’s striking blonde locks, together so closely, made for an exquisite pairing. More than ever, Mark saw so clearly just how maddeningly similar the two were: their tight torsos being of equal length and tone; their lean muscles of equal size and shape; their round, tight asses comparing no different than that of their own reflection; even their voices, endlessly sensual and sweet. They were exactly the way Mark wanted them. They were perfect.
The ever present recognition of similarity he was observing was it for Mark, he had to devour them. With their foreheads pressed together, each of the two passion-drunk boys closed their eyes in delirium as their fingers deepened farther into the depths of each other's hair. Their desires for Mark forbid them to stop their yanking. Closer and closer they pulled, as their thighs and calves coiled around each other. Almost completely out of stamina and strength, the faint whimpers of his boys drove Mark to finally act. “Alright boys,” he said with dominance and authority. “That’s enough.” With that, Mark came in from behind and put his massive arms around Grayson’s torso. Even as he began to lift Grayson, an easy task for such a strong guy, Mark quickly realized that his two boys were not going to let go of each other that easily. “Boys, boys, that’s enough,” Mark said in a softer voice now. “FUCKKKKK YOUUUUUUUUU,” Grayson screamed. “BIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTCCCCCHH,” Owen cried. Finally, their grip loosened, and Mark was able to separate the two brawling boys.
With Owen left lying on the bed, panting from exhaustion, Mark carried Grayson out of the bedroom and into the living room. He needed his boys to separate and calm down, for Mark was about to fuck their brains out.
Owen couldn’t decide whether or not to tell Mark what had happened. Would he be angry? Would he break up with BOTH of them? As Owen was tending to his cuts and bruises, not to mention his pounding migraine from his hair being ripped out of his scalp, it only took one look in the mirror for him to realize he couldn’t hide this from Mark. “I’m his good little boy,” Owen said out loud as he looked at himself in the mirror. “What have I done?” Later that night, Mark texted Owen and told him he was dropping by. And just like that, Owen heard the sound of Mark’s keys opening the front door. Owen was dressed in a bathrobe, having had just spent the last few hours showering and attempting to make himself look presentable for Mark. “Hi baby,” Mark said ever so softly. “Hi,” Owen said, in an almost soft whisper.
Mark walked over to Owen, knelt down, and as he lifted Owen’s chin with his hand, Mark said “Grayson called me and told me everything.” Shock set in as Owen’s eyes widened and face began to turn red. He couldn’t tell if he was angry that Grayson called him in the first place, let alone to tell him about their fight, or embarrassed and worried about what Mark’s reaction was going to be. “Are you ok?” Mark asked. “Yes, baby. It all happened so fast and…” “Baby, it’s ok,” interrupted Mark. “I had a feeling this was going to happen.” “You did?”, replied Owen. “Of course. You two have to share me. I don’t want to give either of you up. Although I was not expecting all this,” said Mark has he caressed Owen’s black and blue bruise under his eye. Owen felt relieved. “And can I be honest with you, baby? It turns me on that you two are fighting over me.” Owen immediately perked up, and could feel his dick begin to get hard. “Ya?” Owen asked Mark in a flirtatious tone. “Ya,” responded Mark, his voice starting to shake as he grabbed Owen’s head and moved closer to him. “It turns me the fuck on having my boys fight over me. Now kiss me.” Mark and Owen kissed like they have never kissed before. The passion between them was palpable, each breathing heavily as they embraced and made out with a sense of hunger. Mark undid Owen’s bathrobe to find that Owen was as hard as a rock. Mark stood up, took his shirt off, and proceeded to lift Owen up from the couch and carry him towards the bed. It was the best sex they ever had. Mark came three times.
Mark had promised Grayson he would stop by too that evening. You’d think after fucking Owen and cumming three times, Mark would be spent. But not this stallion. Mark stormed into that apartment, lifted Grayson so his feet were straddling his torso, and immediately began furiously making out with him. Their sex was on fire that night. He only came once, but it was one of the best orgasms he’s ever had. Grayson had been far less apologetic than Owen was, and knew Mark would love the fact that they had had a fight. He was foaming at the mouth to get his hands back on Owen, and show him who of Mark’s boys was the best. Mark of course loved hearing this, and became more and more turned on by the thought of watching them fight.
On his way out of the building later that evening, Mark stopped by the security desk and asked the guy to review the footage. Mark had a good relationship with the security guard, who didn’t ask many questions, and just assumed they were Mark’s sons or something. Mark got a copy of the footage, and after watching it, he was adamant on being there the next time his boys saw each other and brawled. Grayson had told Mark that the next time he sees Owen, he was going to leap on him, so Mark knew he had to act quick. He devised a plan to rent a hotel suite and invite his two boys over to see him. He wasn’t going to tell them the other was going to be there. He wanted to preserve the primal element of surprise between the two boys, like it had gone down in the elevator. The date was set. In just a couple days, Mark was going to get a front row seat to his one of his greatest, most thrillingly evocative fantasies. I mean who wouldn’t want to watch two little twink femboys fight over them? Mark could hardly wait.
The night had arrived. Mark checked into the sizable, expensive suite he had gotten for the evening. He wanted his boys to have the room to fight it out. The suite covered four rooms total, including two bedrooms, a living room and a dining room. Mark had on his sexiest pair of jeans and decided to go shirtless, dangling his big, hairy, muscly, manly body in front of his twinks and making sure they remembered what it is they were fighting for. Mark planned for Owen to arrive at 8pm, and like clockwork, there was the knock at the door at 8pm on the dot. Mark was pleased to see that Owen wore what Mark had requested; a tight, slutty spandex singlet that Mark had bought the boys the day prior. The singlet was very skimpy, and left nothing to the imagination. Owen looked great it in, despite the color being hot pink, which Owen secretly despised. His hair was 20 feet tall that night. Mark knew Owen put the effort in to look good for him. He appreciated him so much, and they spent the next 30 minutes passionately kissing on the couch, with Owen sitting on Mark’s lap.
The clock struck 8:30pm. Knock, knock, knock. Mark and Owen stopped kissing. “Who could that be?” Owen remarked. “Sit here baby, I’ll be right back.” Mark opened the door to Grayson leaping into his arms, taking off his coat to reveal his identical hot pink singlet. “Hey there tiger,” Grayson said in his horned up, breathy way. “Mmmmm, you look good baby. Let me see that singlet on you,” Mark said as he put Grayson down and made him turn to show Mark how amazing is ass looked in the outfit. “I’m all yours tonight, daddy,” Grayson said seductively. Suddenly, a voice came from the other room, “Who is it Mark?” Grayson stood there in shock, as Owen appeared only seconds later in the entryway, equally stunned as he saw Grayson standing there too in a matching singlet.
“Now boys,” Mark said as he looked back and forth between his twinks, “I thought we could…” Without even getting his full thought out, Grayson blurted out “finally” in an eager, sadistic kind of way, and leapt towards Owen. The fight was on.
Mark gasped in delight as Grayson pounced on Owen. He was so turned on that his boys couldn’t even be in the same room together for more than a couple seconds before getting their hands on each other and catfighting. Owen had enough time to begin charging before Grayson had reached him. The two boys locked arms and began to fight furiously and desperately, both trying to prove their worth to Mark, who was watching from the sideline, completely enthralled with the scene that was unfolding in front of him.
In no time, they both hit the marble-tiled entry and began to roll across the floor. Mark was so turned on. He couldn’t believe how hot this was. Then came the sound of their singlets being ripped and torn, as their sweaty bare legs tangled and kicked one another. Mark had heard of catballing, but had never seen it in person. Fuck was catballing hot, Mark thought to himself. He was as hard as ever, as he feasted his eyes on the catfight of a lifetime, or at least his lifetime. Owen and Grayson rolled over and over on the marble floor, hitting, scratching, slapping, kicking, biting, and excessively pulling each other’s hair.
At this point, the boys managed to rip the other’s singlet almost entirely, leaving little to Mark’s imagination. Mark noticed the boys were slipping on the marble floor, as each locked hands in the other’s hair and began thrashing side to side. “Fuck,” Mark said under his breath, “they hate each other. This is so hot.” Neither boy could regain stable control of their body, as each of their heads went in the direction the other was pulling, while their bodies were slipping and kicking in the opposite direction. The screams each boy were letting out sounded like two wild animals. They spewed out insults and swear words at each other, and Mark could barely make out what they were saying, as the thrashing and intensity of their fight took away from their ability to speak clearly. What Mark could make out, however, turned him on more than anything; “He’s mine, you piece of fucking shit. HE’S MINE!” “Fuck you, he’s mine. I’m going to kill you. He’s mine!”
The boys found themselves standing, hands still clenched in the others hair. Mark had to move out of the way, unable to anticipate where in the room their whipping and lashing would have them land next. Owen let out a massively high-pitched scream as he sent Grayson flying onto the entryway table and into the mirror hanging on the wall. The mirror cracked down the middle, sending shards of glass cascading over Grayson’s tousled hair. Mark was impressed. He didn’t know Owen had that in him, and he was digging it. Without letting even seconds go by, Owen already had his hands wrapped around Grayson’s throat. Owen strangled Grayson with such force and might, causing Grayson to gag and thrash uncontrollably. Just before passing out, Grayson was able to grab a strong hold of Owen’s hair, and with that, they crashed onto the floor yet again.
The two boys clawed at each other wildly, raking each other savagely with their nails. Now dressed in nothing, their naked bodies fought to gain control over the other. Grayson gasping with exertion, and Owen sobbing with rage and panic. It’s like they weren’t in their bodies anymore, Mark observed. This wild, almost primal look had taken over both of their faces, completely inhabiting the essence of a crazed animal.
The feisty blonde was able to roll the redhead onto his back, straddling and pinning him down. Owen bucked and kicked wildly, trying to throw Grayson off. Owen’s sweaty bare legs waved and kicked in the air, and his eyes began to widen in panic as he screamed and swore at his opponent, trying to get out from under him. But Grayson grabbed the screaming boy by his sweat-soaked hair, and in true payback form, began to bang Owen’s head against the marble floor. This was the first time Mark questioned whether he should step in, as he feared Owen was going to get seriously hurt. No, he thought, he had to let them fight. This was the only way.
Owen, agonizing in pain, was able to fling Grayson off of him using his legs, sending him flying a couple feet across the marble entry. Both boys moved slowly at first, each cupping onto the pains they were experiencing in their bodies. But, as soon as they made eye contact, they sprung up as quickly as they could, so not to give their opponent the opportunity to strike without being ready. Their eyes were locked; they didn’t even dare to blink. Their heavy pants filled the room. Their bodies were covered in sweat. Mark was certainly enjoying the view. He hadn’t realized how equal his boys were in stature and how similar their bodies were. Both bodies were incredibly stunning, toned, smooth, and petite. He couldn’t take his eyes off of them, and tried to savor the view before their standoff came to an abrupt end.
The next moment, Grayson ascended through the air like a rocket and the two went flying into the living room. The catfight officially spilled into the next room. The damage had only begun.
Which of Mark’s boys wins this heroic catfight? Stay tuned for Chapter 7!
Both boys had woken up the next morning with feelings of jealousy and anger. How could Mark be into that ugly little cow? – they asked themselves as they each got ready for their day. Obviously Mark had a wife, but she wasn’t competition, and therefor was not a threat to the boys. Although they would never admit it out loud, through their very short and heated exchange, each were able to get a sense of the others’ attraction, not to mention their similarities. “He’s a scrawny piece of shit,” Grayson thought to himself as finished blow-drying his hair in the mirror. “There’s no way Mark would choose him over me.” Grayson knew how this all typically went down– Mark would ultimately choose one of them to continue seeing, and Grayson was damned if he was going to let Owen have that chance. “Trash,” Owen thought to himself, “Dumb, slutty trash. No wonder I’m Mark’s favorite.”
It was clear that both boys were feeling threatened, and couldn’t quite get the other out of their minds. But brunch was calling, and each put on their gay Sunday best to meet their respective friends for brunch. Owen got on the elevator first, as his apartment as on floor 20. He knew he was looking cute and was feeling pretty good about himself. As the elevator began to descend, it slowed and found itself coming to a stop on floor 12. Unbeknownst to both boys, shit was about to get real.
The elevator doors opened, and Grayson confidently began to strut in like he owned the place. As he began to step forward, he suddenly heard “You have to be fucking kidding me.” There Owen was, leaning up against the corner of the elevator. They both were essentially in the same outfit with slight variations; each with a different shade of cut off denim shorts that accentuated the curves of their tight, round asses. Grayson was wearing his usual skimpy white T-shirt, short enough to expose his belly button. Owen, a little more reserved, was also wearing a white T-shirt, and although no midriff was exposed, his shirt was certainly tight enough on his slim torso. Each had their hair done to the nines- like two beautiful lions manes; tall, perfectly styled and wafted back, with Grayson’s blonde highlights and Owen’s red tint both glistening.
Grayson’s anger instantly went into overdrive, as he immediately demanded that Owen “Get the fuck out and wait for another elevator.” Owen wasted no time, barking back “you shut your trashy little hillbilly mouth.” The elevator doors shut. It was on. Owen immediately stopped leaning against the wall and stood straight up. There they were, a mere three feet apart. “If I find you cozying up to my man in public like that again, Mark isn’t going to recognize your ugly fucking face after I’m finished with you,” said Grayson. “Ya?,” replied Owen, “What are you going to do about it? You’re a scrawny prissy little faggot who can’t accept the fact that Mark likes me better. And who can blame him- you’re TRASH.” Grayson saw red.
As the two boys faced each other, their potent hatred filling up the elevator, neither broke eye contact. The intensity of their stares was electrifying, as each boys stunning blue eyes began to narrow in heat, compelled by the others gaze. They began to step closer to one another as the insults began to fly out each of their mouths. Nearly nose to nose at this point, they felt a large thump, soon followed by a loud halting sound. The elevator was at a dead stop, and even though Grayson and Owen knew there was something wrong, nothing else mattered at that point. Instantly after the elevator stopped, in almost a choreographed moment of wild tensity, the two boys collided like a force of nature.
Grayson and Owen found themselves in a ball, impulsively trying to gain control of the other, slapping vehemently at one another, claws grabbing at the others’ hair, while their petite yet firm chests smashed together with force. Within seconds, each boy was able to get both their hands firmly cemented in the others’ thick mane of hair. Their violent little dance had begun. Neither boy had ever been in a fight, but the magnitude of their hatred for one another was pouring out of them, and with a stuck elevator, nobody was going to be able to break this fight up. “Let go of my fucking hair,” Owen hissed. Clenching their grip and beginning to fiercely pull, their heads began jerking back, as each boys’ neck bent and heads pointed to the ceiling. They were on each other in a feral way, entwined in a barbarous knot of flesh.
They were in a mutual hair pulling tug of war now. They were face to face, panting into each other’s’ mouths, both letting out screams of both pain and anger. Each boy was trying to get the upper hand, slamming the other’s body into the four walls of the elevator, attempting to use their legs to get the other to hit the ground. The boys had turned into animals, and nothing was off limits. Grayson gave the first major blow, slamming Owen’s head into the wall so hard that the sound echoed down the elevator shaft. Owen saw stars, but with his hands still firmly grasping Grayson’s hair, he was able to quickly slam Grayson’s head into the wall as well.
“OUCH YOU FUCKING BITCH. GET OFF ME.” As Grayson screamed in pain, the boys began exchanging simultaneous knees to the stomach. For a split second, they found themselves broken apart with Owen throwing Grayson with all of his might across the elevator and into the wall. Without wasting more than a second, they quickly came together again and transitioned into a full on slap fest. Neither boy tried to dodge or swerve, there was no room, instead they laid into each other with savage slaps to the face. Their strikes became fast and rhythmic. In a quest for dominance, Owen wrapped his arms around Grayson’s back, enmeshing him in a bear hug-like grip. In desperation Grayson was able to get his arms around Owen’s back as well, with each of their hands sliding down each other’s bodies with vigor.
All of a sudden, Grayson tore Owen’s t-shirt completely off and slipped the material around his neck to begin to choke him, using his other hand to smother Owen’s face. Without much thought, Grayson made eye contact with the elevator camera and smirked. “Did he know I’d be watching this?” Mark quietly asked himself, as his hard on from watching the fight thus far was so extreme that he thought his dick was going to explode off his body. Owen snarled and smashed his head into Grayson’s face, with Grayson stumbling backwards. Owen was able to grab hold of Grayson’s shirt and with one pull, completely ripped it off and shoved the cloth right in Grayson’s face. The sight of these two topless boys was awe inducing. Mark had never been so aroused in his entire life. “I’m so glad I stole this tape from security,” Mark thought to himself.
Grayson charged and pushed Owen back into the elevator wall. At this point, the elevator was like a sauna. Each boy had sweat pouring down their gleaming toned torsos. Mark could hear the slapping of each rhythmic strike and their grunts of exertion even though there was no sound. Grayson frenzied into a fresh assault of slaps, which they both traded, quickly but powerfully. When one slap made Owen recoil an inch, he wrapped his hands around Owen’s neck and lifted him off the ground for just a few seconds. You could see the pain on Owen’s face. As he landed, however, Owen was able to get his hands on Grayson’s hair, allowing him the opportunity to yank on Grayson’s shorts and toss him into the wall. Hitting the wall with force, Grayson’s sweaty body almost stuck to the wall as he bounced back and lunged at Owen.
The two boys once again began swiping at each other with slaps as Grayson charged Owen, grabbing a handful of hair. All at once, they lost balance, as both shirtless boys hit the elevator’s tiled floor. There was no space in the elevator for them to fight on the ground, Mark thought to himself, watching with eager anticipation. Owen was on top and wasted no time clawing at Grayson like a cat. Grayson, in desperate need to try and gain control, brought his legs up around Owen’s waist and clamped on a scissor hold, pulling him down on top of him. Mark could see Grayson’s thighs clenching as he tightened his hold. Owen began choking Grayson, with the force of his weight moving Grayson closer and closer to the elevator wall. “STOP CHOKING ME YOU FUCKING B…”, Grayson attempted to say with little power in his voice. He was very quickly able to lock his hand in Owen’s hair, gaining back some control and putting an end to the choking.
With both hands in each of their hair, the boys laid on the floor in that position for some time. They were both beginning to feel spent. With a loud grunt, Grayson was able to roll Owen so they were on their sides, still pressed together as they had now locked legs. Their whole bodies pulsed every few seconds with a thrust, with Owen trying to gain advantage, and Grayson tightening the leg lock. They brought their hands up to each other’s hair, ready to take a handful. Mark felt himself flush with heat as Grayson’s tan fingers worked into Owen’s red locks. The fight had slowed, but both boys continued to exert energy, letting long, aggravated moans slip as they applied bursts of pressure.
For what seemed like an eternity to both boys, the elevator started to move again. That’s all it took for them to gain their energy back. With their arms wrapped around each other’s smooth backs in an intense bear hug, each boy grunted and gasped as they grit their teeth from the pressure. Mark could see his two beautiful boys gain fierce looks on their faces as they tangled. Rather abruptly, the elevator door opened, and with that, an epic catball ensued. Their combined momentum found them rolling out of the elevator and into the hallway. Mark was left wanting more. He wished he could have been there in person so he could have seen the whole fight from beginning to end. “Fuck,” he thought.
As each boy reached up and buried his hands into the others’ hair, their wet, shiny bodies continued to roll around the hallway in a ferocious entanglement. The sound of their moaning as they grabbed any part of each other they could reach, gripping skin even, sounded like two bitches in heat. A moment of weakness gave each boy the opportunity to stand on his feet. Within seconds, they locked up once again. Their foreheads met and were almost immediately bound by sweat. Both were breathing heavily, their petite frames bouncing up and down rather quickly. As their noses touched, it became clear they were pressing into each other. Their intense silent stare was only broken by an exchange of breaths. “When are you going to give up?” yelled Grayson. They landed on the floor yet again, rolling as they each tried to gain the upper hand. “I’m more than you’ll ever be,” screamed Owen. The two tussled, both grunting at the physical exertion. They kept their faces close together, glaring into each other’s eyes and only seeing anger, jealousy, and even a hint of lust.
At this point, both boys were drenched in sweat and had blood from the scratching and biting that had lasted the entirety of their fight. But neither was going to willingly let go. After minutes of remaining locked up in an embrace, forcibly rolling over one another, trying to get the other to submit, security rushed in and finally broke up the two brawling twinks. Both Grayson and Owen’s hair was completely disheveled, with some even on the floor. All that remained on them was their jean shorts, although both were basically hanging off each of their frames. Unable to be in the same room together without going at it, security removed them from the hallway. The boys knew this wasn’t the last of it. They were going to fight again. Mark was worth it, after all. Next time though, unexpectedly to Grayson and Owen, not only would Mark be present at their next fight, he’d be orchestrating the entire thing.
Looking forward to first fight or any fight not sure why long story intro ………,.wrestling fighting story fight should have come into story a bit quicker ………
Summer was quickly approaching, and Mark was happier than ever. Why, you ask? Their names were Grayson and Owen. Since initially meeting Grayson and Owen within weeks of each other, Mark had begun fucking both boys as often as he could. He typically got rooms at smaller, less known hotels, so to keep everything discreet. He’d alternate boys, depending on his mood and who was available when. Though the boys shared striking similarities in both size and looks, they were very different in the bedroom.
Grayson was wild. The fire and passion between him and Mark was palpable, and from the second that hotel room door would close, Grayson would jump into Mark’s arms, wrap his legs around Mark’s lower waist, and begin passionately kissing him, so furiously that sometimes they’d forget to come up for air. Mark liked to forcefully push Grayson against the wall as he held him, eventually throwing him onto the bed and fucking him violently and without restraint. Mark would cum inside Grayson’s fat, juicy ass multiple times in one session. He had never had more intense orgasms in his life. Something about Grayson made Mark become almost feral, with this untamed and ferocious need to completely devour Grayson with his dick. And that he did, time and time again.
Then there was Owen. Mark called Owen “baby,” which if you knew Mark, he never used cheesy pet names like that prior to meeting Owen. Owen had Mark wrapped around his sweet, beautiful little finger. Mark and Owen had a strong connection. Their sex was tender, romantic, intense, and often lasted for hours. As often as Mark could, Mark liked to spend the night with Owen. Holding him was one of Mark’s favorite things to do with Owen. Nothing made Mark feel more content and satisfied than wrapping his monstrous muscular arms around Owen’s slim, petite frame. He fit perfectly. Owen also was a master with his tongue. He was the best kisser, and when him and Mark would get into a rhythm, they could kiss for hours. Long, slow, sensual kisses, with the occasional sound of Owen’s soft moans. But Owen’s best skill was his blowjobs. Mark was never able to cum from a blowjob prior to Owen. Owen worked Mark’s dick like a pro, and Mark’s dick would throb in ecstatic pain until pulsating loads of his cum down Owen’s throat. Owen would lick every last drop, and the two would usually fall asleep, naked bodies entangled, with Owen’s face snuggled up against Mark’s Herculean chest. This was Mark’s happy place.
Within a few weeks of coordinating these hotel rendezvous with the boys, both Grayson and Owen were prepping to move out of their dorms as the semester was ending. Both boys wanted to stay in the city for the Summer, but neither could afford a decent place. Daddy Mark quickly solved this problem by leasing each boy his very own apartment in Hoboken, a water-front neighborhood in New Jersey where Mark parked his car before taking the ferry to Manhattan. This met everyone’s needs; each boy got a nice, free apartment to live in for the Summer, and Mark had easy access to both boys whenever he pleased without dealing with the logistics of hotel rooms.
Mark chose a new luxury high-rise right on the Hudson River overlooking Manhattan, only a couple blocks from where Mark parked his car. It did cross Mark’s mind a couple times whether he should tell the boys about each other. The idea of a threesome was intriguing to Mark. However, he quickly learned that Grayson and Owen were both the jealous type, and did not play well with other femboys. Not wanting to deal with the drama, Mark made sure their apartments were on different floors. Things were going great for the first couple of weeks. Mark would bounce between each boys’ apartment, and neither of them knew the other existed. That all changed, however, one Saturday night….
Chapter 4: The Boys Meet
Grayson was checking himself out in the elevator mirror, dressed to impress as he was on his way to meet some girlfriends for drinks. When he got down to the lobby and was making his way towards to doors, he saw Mark talking to this young guy. “Who the fuck is this ginger twink,” Grayson thought to himself, “and why is he talking to my man?” Grayson being Grayson wasted no time as he marched himself over to Mark and Owen, who were in an engaging conversation and hadn’t noticed Grayson walking towards them.
“Hey Mark,” Grayson tersely muttered. Even before turning his head, Mark knew it was Grayson. This was it, something Mark knew was bound to happen, but chose not to take the precautions that would have prevented this very moment. Subconsciously, maybe he wanted this to happen. Regardless, his two boys were about to meet. “Here we go,” Mark thought.
“Grayson!,” Mark exclaimed, faking excitement in his voice, “fancy seeing you here.” Without taking his glare off of Owen, Grayson quickly responded, “who’s the boy, Mark?” Mark looked over at Owen, who he could see was stiffening up in response to Grayson’s combative energy. “Grayson, meet Owen. Owen, this is Grayson.” Owen turned to Mark and began to ask, “who is Gray..”, but before he could finish, Grayson cut him off: “I’m his boy. Who THE FUCK are you?”
“Alright, alright, Grayson, settle down,” Mark said with a sense of urgency in his voice, “let’s not make a scene.” Owen, whose confusion was quickly turning into anger, asked Mark what was going on; “Are you seriously fucking this trash, Mark?”
“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE CALLING TRASH YOU CUNT,” yelled Grayson as he sprung towards Owen.
“ALRIGHT ENOUGH,” proclaimed Mark, as he stepped in between the two boys. “Owen, go upstairs baby, I’ll be up in a little.” It took a lot for Owen not to lunge at this blonde haired little twink for coming at him so aggressively, calling him a cunt, and, most importantly, for fucking his man. “Don’t be long, baby,” Owen said in a sweet voice to Mark, making eye contact with Grayson the entire time. Mark smiled at Owen as he walked away towards the elevator bank. Mark spent the next 30 minutes trying to calm Grayson down, as he was fuming with anger.
“This is how it’s going to be. I’m not choosing between the two of you,” Mark explained to Grayson. “But you’re mine. I don’t want to share you, especially with HIM!” “Why, do you feel threatened by Owen,” Mark asked Grayson with intrigue. This caught Grayson off guard. “You think I’m threatened by that little scrawny bitch. There’s no way he compares to me in bed, or in looks for that matter.” Mark assured Grayson that Owen wouldn’t get in the way of their relationship, and just to steer clear of him. With one fire out, Mark made his way upstairs to deal with Owen. After the night was over, Mark had assured Grayson and Owen that he was still head over heels for each of them, and told both boys that they were his favorite. Though he liked them both equally, he thought the best thing to do was to make each boy think they were Mark’s favorite. Boy was he wrong….
Mark lived in New Jersey with his wife and two children. From a very early age, Mark knew he was attracted to guys, and although he loved his wife and tried to remain faithful to her, he had gay hookups on a few occasions throughout his marriage.
Professionally, Mark had accomplished a lot. He started his own hedge fund in New York City, and built an incredibly successful career for himself. His office is located in lower Manhattan right off Wall Street. Each day he makes the trek from his wealthy suburban town in New Jersey into NYC, leaving his car in Hoboken and taking the ferry across the Hudson river into lower Manhattan. Usually minding his own business on the ferry, that particular day he could feel someone eying him. When Mark looked up from reading his paper, he suddenly locked eyes with his admirer.
His name was Grayson. Grayson had just turned 20 and was a couple weeks’ shy of finishing his sophomore year at LIM, a fashion school in NYC. Born and raised in South Carolina, Grayson had a thick southern accent. He stood at 5’8, with beautiful blonde hair that wafted back behind his ears. He was skinny and dressed very feminine, wearing tight, very short shorts and a small white t-shirt that slightly exposed his midriff and pierced belly button. Femboys were Mark’s kryptonite, and he immediately began to feel his dick getting hard. Even though Mark was clearly very attracted to this boy, he decided to ignore his advances and try and continue reading his paper. Luckily for Mark, Grayson always went after what he wanted.
As Mark tried his hardest to keep his eyes on his paper, he could see out of his periphery someone walking towards him. Mark looked up and there he was. “Is someone sitting here,” Grayson asked. “No, it’s all yours bud,” said Mark, in a rushed, slightly surprised sounding voice. Mark was getting harder by the second now that he could see the boy up close. Grayson sat down next to Mark, “I’m Grayson,” he said. “Mark,” replied the ever increasingly excited older man. “You fill out a suit nicely. That chest.....woof.” Mark smirked, “You’re a forward little fella, aren’t ya? What makes you think you can say that to me?” “I could see the way you were looking at me from across the boat,” replied Grayson. “Am I wrong in my assumption that you find me irresistible?”
Marks grin widened, “Never lose that confidence, kid, it’ll get you far in life. Take it from someone much older and wiser.” Grayson interrupted Mark right then- “I’ll gladly take it from someone older and wiser,” said Grayson, biting his lip in lust. Mark slowly moved his eyes down Grayson’s body, and back up to catch Grayson’s eyes. “Give me your number,” Mark said with a sexy firmness. “I’ll give you anything you want, daddy,” Grayson answered in obedience. Mark’s dick was throbbing hard at this point. “I like my pretty boys to be sassy little queens. You’re going to make daddy real happy.” And so it began…
Chapter 2: Mark meets Owen
Owen had just finished his second year at the Parsons School of Design in New York. A few months back, Owen was offered an internship over the summer, and because he wanted to save money, he planned on commuting into the city from his parents’ house in Connecticut. That was his plan, however, unit he met Mark.
One evening, Mark and his wife attended a party thrown by a guy Mark used to do business with named Jeff. Jeff and Mark had known each other for years, and Jeff was giving his wife a surprise 50th birthday celebration. This was the last thing Mark wanted to do, but it would have been bad for business if he didn’t show his face at least for a little. The venue was upscale and intimate, and as Mark was waiting at the bar to get his wife and himself a drink, a young man came up and stood next to him.
“Ordering a drink, eh? You barely look 18,” joked Mark. “I’m just teasing. Name is Mark.” As Mark reach his hand out to shake this boy’s hand, he was startled by how beautiful he was. No taller than 5’8, he had the thickest, smoothest head of hear Mark had ever seen. On top of that, he was a ginger, but instead of orange, his hair was deep red, which Mark found so arousing. Mark immediately felt a flutter in his pants.
“I’m Owen. I guess there are perks when your father is the one throwing the party.” “Oh, you’re Jeff’s boy! I do business with your dad. It’s nice to meet you.” Owen began to blush. He had never been so attracted to an older man before. “I’m just ordering a drink for me and my boyfriend, who is around here somewhere.” Mark didn’t need to know he had a boyfriend to know Owen was gay. He was dressed in a very fitted button down, and tightly fitted jeans that showed his perfectly plump, round ass. Mark’s mind was racing as his attraction grew.
“Lucky fella, your boyfriend,” replied Mark. Mark was surprised he let those words come out of his mouth. Owen smiled and blushed some more. “I’d say so. He doesn’t appreciate me as much as he should, though,” Owen said in a playful manner. “Well gingers are a rarity, and they should be appreciated if you’re lucky enough to have one of your own,” Mark said in an equally playful tone. “Well we are fiery, that’s for sure,” Owen declared. The two held eye contact from that moment, both trying to suppress the intense attraction they felt for the other. “Here’s your drinks, sir,” said the bartender, forcing the two to break their illustrious stare down. As Mark picked up his drinks, he turned to Owen; “You make sure that boyfriend of yours appreciates you. Maybe I’ll see you around.” Mark winked and walked away.
Owen was left in awe. Was it him, or was Mark definitely flirting with him. No way, he told himself, this was his dad’s friend! And his wife is here! Nonetheless, Owen was left feeling all hot and bothered, and kept eyeing Mark throughout the night. Mark was wearing a light blue button down and suit pants, clearly having had come from work. His legs were massive, and his suit pants showed off his big manly ass. Every time Owen caught a glimpse of Mark bending his arm to take a sip of his drink, he drooled over Mark’s immense bicep as it looked like it was about to pop the fabric of his shirt wide open. Mark noticed Owen checking him out at the night progressed. At one point, he saw Owen heading towards the bathroom. Something in Mark made him follow Owen. Owen was washing his hands when Mark walked in. Seeing Mark walk into the bathroom through the reflection in the mirror, Owen’s heart immediately started to race.
Mark began to wash his hands in the adjacent sink, and the two made eye contact through the mirror. “You know, I can see you checking me out all night,” Mark said. “I…I…I’m sorry,” stammered Owen. “Don’t be,” Mark said in a deepening, assertive voice. Owen could feel his checks turn red, as his smile grew wider from ear to ear. “How about I take you out for a drink, and we can talk more about this asshole boyfriend,” said Mark. “I’d love that,” replied Owen. “And let’s just keep this between us. No need to tell your father.” “Absolutely,” responded Owen, as he thought in his head how angry his dad would be if he knew his friend was hitting on him like this. “Great. Glad we’re on the same page,” Mark said as he stepped closer to Owen. Friday, Whitehorse Tavern, 8pm?” Owen happily accepted. “I’ll be there.” And so it began…
I've been searching for good catfight stories and they're hard to come by, so I decided to begin writing my own. This story will be about a straight married daddy and his two femboy side pieces who are both competing for his attention. I'll be releasing chapters as I write them, but here is the intro:
Title: Femboys catfight for daddy
Intro
Never in his wildest dreams would Mark have thought TWO hot femboys would be brawling over him.
A typical wall street finance type, Mark was 52 years old and married to a woman, but recently began looking for a young twink to keep as his side piece and spoil along the way. Mark was incredibly handsome, with a full head of thick salt-and-pepper hair, a chiseled jaw and distinguished nose, and not to mention a smile that kills. Standing at 6’3, Mark was in great shape. His body was everything you want in a daddy; large muscular biceps, an exquisitely strong chest that perfectly fills out his shirts, a quintessential “dad bod” stomach, broad shoulders, a thick neck, and big meaty thighs.
Mark ended up meeting Grayson and Owen around the same time, who were both 20 years old and studying fashion in NYC. Fashion school wasn’t their only similarity: Grayson and Owen both stood at 5’8, with smooth toned bodies. Both were extremely feminine and girly, each with their own versions of sass. Even though Owen had dark red hair and Grayson was blonde, they looked like they could be brothers. Each had hair coming down behind their ears, though Grayson’s cut was more hipster than Owen’s more conservative style.
Soon after meeting both boys, Mark leased Grayson and Owen their own separate apartments for the summer in the same building, making it easy for Mark to come and go as he pleased. It didn’t take long before the boys became aware of one another, and their rival quickly developed into hatred. After finding out the boys had gotten into a physical fight in their elevator one night, Mark became increasingly aroused by the idea of them fighting over him. Thus began his mission to fuel this fire by purposefully making the other jealous.
One evening, Mark invited both boys to the same hotel suite, and once they realized the other was there, Mark sat back and took a front row seat as his two femboys lunged at each other and became viscously entangled in an all-out-spilling-into-every-room-hairpulling-catballing-screaming-kicking-wall-banging CATFIGHT.
Did Mark break them up eventually? Was it their last fight?
maccabi (25)
11/03/2023 4:47Fuck . Its so fucking hot... Great idea daddy! I wish to be one of your boys, AND have the honor to fight for you... Male catfight for a daddy
canottastrappata (13)
05/03/2023 12:02Absolutely exciting,kudos for your story
Ginger (0)
05/03/2023 3:53For those of you who enjoyed this story- I’ve started to post chapters from the sequel on my blog!
Luv2Wrestle (18)
05/03/2023 4:00(In risposta a questo)
Where is your blog located?
Ginger (0)
05/03/2023 4:15(In risposta a questo)
You can access it from my profile
JonSteed (16)
20/02/2023 7:38Fucking brilliant man. Thanks for the hot reading material
Ginger (0)
18/02/2023 22:00Chapter 10: Winner Takes All
Part 1
There Mark was, lying on his back with his two boys on top of him, each frantically kissing him. As they grinded their erect cocks against Mark’s muscled, hairy body, their bodies began to rub together more intensely. In the heat of such an agonizing connection, they began to tug at the other’s hair, but this time it wasn’t hate that bound the two to each other’s locks, but lust. The two young boys began to experience such a strange mix of emotions, neither of who could quite understand; Anger and jealousy, but also desire and elation.
As Owen and Mark shared a solo moment, kissing deeply, Grayson, who was acting completely uninhibitedly, and with Owen’s hair still wrapped around his fingers, pulled Owen’s face away from Mark’s and began kissing Owen. This was not your sweet, delicate make out session. Each of the two rivals sought to assert control over their kiss. Their tongues clashed and pushed against one another. Hands still pulling at each other’s hair, both boys began to whimper in the other’s mouth. Owen, deciding to take control, thrusted Grayson off of Mark and was soon on top of Grayson, as the two continued to furiously kiss. With his rival now beneath him, and with Mark watching eagerly, Owen made eye contact with Mark as he began using his hands to explore Grayson’s slick, smooth body. Grayson, not wanting to be outmatched, used both of his hands to smack Owen’s ass so hard that Owen squealed in pain.
Still competing for Mark’s desire, the boys were now melting into the other’s kiss. Their breathing was becoming heavier. Their attraction towards the other grew as their smooth bodies pressed together with every passing minute. They were intoxicated by the smell of each other’s sweat and the sound of each other’s moans. In a moment of intensity, Owen pulled back from his rival’s kiss, and moaned so loudly as his head dropped back. Grayson’s back lifted from against the bed in almost in instant. He leaned his body into and against Owen’s, burying his head into Owen’s neck and beginning to bite his skin. Mark was overwhelmed by all of this. He didn’t dare to even touch his leaking dick at this point. He would have exploded right then and there.
As Grayson delivered a series of passionate kisses and bites to Owen’s neck, he simultaneously began stroking Owen’s hard, throbbing cock. Owen couldn’t take it. He began to squirm, trying not to cum, and yet at the same time, all he wanted was for Grayson to fuck him. At that moment, Owen had fallen so deep in his own desires that he could not even remember how this whole thing begun. That was until Grayson, bringing his lips from Owen’s neck to his ears, whispered in a soft and yet truly cruel tease. “You don’t deserve, Mark, slut….” Owen felt a burst of outrage run through him, immediately seeking to take back the control he lost when he found himself consumed by Grayson’s kiss. Squeezing as hard as he could as he grasped onto Grayson’s hair, thrashing the blonde’s head backwards, Owen whispered in response: “I’ll make you regret that, bitch….”
With their foreheads pressed together, more hateful words were breathed between the boys as they were now engaged in their hairpulling battle. Their mouths hovered closely. “Stupid slut.” “Fucking bitch.” “He’s mine.” The two gripped at each other’s nude bodies so tightly that they each felt as if they might faint. Before that could happen, they felt Mark reach in and grab both by the arms, pulling his cats apart and forcing each on their back. Mark was now on top of his boys. The 6’3 bull collapsed forward and began grinding his cock onto the two of them, his pre-cum so much that it his cock glided effortlessly between their bodies. Mark was letting off a series of grunts as his throbbing hard cock forged its way between his two battling beauties.
“FUUUCK I’m going to cuuuuuum,” screamed Mark, as a gushing orgasm of epic proportions came roaring out of him and onto the face of his boys. Both Grayson and Owen quickly shot up to their knees to begin licking every last drop of their stallion’s milky cum. Mark let out a yell of painful pleasure as he felt two warm mouths wrap around his twitching cock. The boys had quickly dried Mark completely up. Thirsty for more, they grabbed at each other and began to lick Mark’s still-warm cum off the other’s face, eventually falling backwards with Owen on top. The nude and soft-bodied 20-year-olds were now once again pushing into and against one another, there in the center of the hotel room bed. Their eyes were locked. In a heated rhythm, their cocks began grinding, up and down, back and forth.
Owen began to go in for a kiss, but as he lowered himself, Grayson grabbed his hair and with all the force he could muster, rolled the two over on the bed. Grayson, letting out a scream, slapped Owen’s face. Frozen and with no time to react, a second slap came down and splattered Owen in the face. Grayson smirked, “there’s more where that came from you little bitch.” Owen, instead of lunging with rage, replied with a seductive “let’s see what you got.” As he said those words, he hurled Grayson onto the floor. The two boys were quick to their feet, meeting at the end of the bed. Owen had a slight evil grin on his face, as he slapped Grayson as hard as he could. Grayson slapped him back. One by one, taking turns, the boys slapped each other with all their might. They were clearly getting off on this, Mark thought to himself, as he watched from a chair in the corner.
Ginger (0)
18/02/2023 21:59Chapter 10: Winner Takes All
Part 2
They wanted it. To fight. To be at war. To claim Mark for themselves. In a fit of frustration and unquenched desire, their bodies came together and collided against the wall. Grayson leaned in and whispered “he doesn’t want you slut. He wants me.” “Shut the fuck up,” whispered Owen. “Make me,” replied Grayson. Both angry, and with unmet sexual desires, they knew what they wanted from the other.
“I will make you….” came a soft, nearly inaudible threat from Grayson.
“Not before I make you….” Owen responded with no more volume, but just as much certainty.
“Winner takes all,” Grayson moaned. The competition had begun.
Whoever made the other cum first was going to win Mark, but the battle was now bigger than just Mark. Both boys wanted to prove who the superior twink truly was. Still pinned against the wall, their lips met as shivers ran up their spines. Their kissing more sensual this time. Owen’s hands had found their way to Grayson’s ass as he began to caress his hole. Grayson retaliated by lifting Owen up off the floor. Still wildly kissing, Owen wrapped around his legs around Grayson’s lower back. The two were going at it hard. Grayson clutched Owen’s hard cock in his hands. Owen let out a loud moan and went in to kiss Grayson so aggressively that the two fell back onto the carpet. The cats were now rolling round and round on the floor, making out harder and moaning louder than ever before. Their twin cocks were so in sync with the other. With each thrust and roll, their increasingly sensitive dicks got more and more wet.
“Uggghhhhh fuuuck….” Owen moaned softly. Bracing himself as he bear hugged Grayson, he fought tirelessly not to burst. In an effort to cease Grayson’s attempt at succeeding, Owen got his hands on Grayson’s cock and began stroking. His grip was so effective that Grayson’s initial struggle for Owen to release his dick became a lust-weakened submission. Grayson laid on his back as his legs lifted up to Owen’s shoulders and crossed at the ankles behind Owen’s upper back. “Biiiiitchh….” Grayson cursed in a strengthless moan. His hips began to thrust themselves up. Owen started to suck his oozing cock. Grayson could tell an orgasm was building and was going to shatter at any second. Owen was just too good at this, he thought.
Just as his legs began to spread in pleasure, out of fear of losing, Grayson’s hands rushed to Owen’s hair and yanked his rival up and out from between his legs. Grayson kicked Owen away from him and began to crawl away. Knowing that he had only seconds to follow-up on the sexual progress he had made before it faded, Owen dove atop Grayson. With Grayson trapped on his back, Owen moved his rock hard dick between the blonde twink’s spread thighs. As Grayson began to squirm and try to fight to get free, Owen thrusted his cock into Grayson’s hole. “UUUGGGGHHH ahhhhhh,” groaned Grayson, as he wrapped his legs around Owen’s back, trying to stop his dick from thrusting farther and deeper into him. But Owen’s force was too strong, pushing Grayson into a pleasure he was doomed to accept.
“CUUUUNNNNTT,” Grayson groaned, “I haate you.”
“Same cunt, now cum for me!” demanded Owen. Owen’s cock felt so good inside of Grayson that within seconds of Owen’s demand, Grayson let out an animalistic howl of pleasure. It was so intense that Owen could feel it vibrating from within Grayson’s tight, quivering hole.
“I’M GOING TO FUCKING CUUUUMMM.” And with that, Grayson exploded, screaming in pleasure and anger as his eruption grew more intense by the second.
“I won cunt. You never deserved Mark,” said the gloating ginger twink in a hiss. Owen slapped Grayson across the face and looked over at his prize, who was sitting back on the chair, eyes widening with pleasure as he looked at Owen look at him. Owen, still as hard as ever, removed his cock from his rival’s ass and got up, leaving the blonde twink to continue to convulse on the floor.
As Owen rode Mark’s giant herculean body on the chair, making the most passionate love there ever was, Grayson laid on the floor and watched in horror. Their wild sex continued to the bed even after Mark and Owen both came. At that point, Grayson had gotten up and left the hotel room in shame. He had his lost his man to Owen. The battle was over. Mark was Owen’s, and Owen was Mark’s.
The End.
In the next story, it will be Mark’s turn to fight for Owen. Stay tuned!
baltimoredude29 (0 )
13/02/2023 13:47Hot as hell 🥵
Ginger (0)
11/02/2023 23:13Chapter 9: The Prize
Part 1
Mark walked into the bedroom quietly, carrying both boys over his shoulders. Although exhausted from their brawl, the boys couldn’t help but continue to yank each other’s hair and curse one another out. “Bitch. Slut. You weak piece of shit,” murmured Grayson. Simultaneously, Owen was calling Grayson trash, over and over again. He knew that calling him trash made Grayson the angriest. “Quiet down, boys,” Mark softly said as he approached the bed. “Let go of each other. Come on.” “I’M NOT LETTING GO OF THIS CUNT,” yelled Grayson. With that, Mark threw Owen and Grayson onto the bed, causing them to break their grips on the other’s hair. “THAT’S ENOUGH,” yelled Mark, in a stern and powerful voice. Both boys were stunned as well as turned on by Mark’s aggression. It was a completely different energy from what he had been exhibiting all night. Owen and Grayson, who were both on the bed, lying on their backs side by side, immediately obeyed Mark.
The sight of his boys going at it so hard for so long, all for him, and now having them lying in bed together, was making Mark harder than he ever thought he could get. His heart was racing, knowing the best threesome of his life was right in front of him. “I want both of you to keep your hands off each other. Your only focus is pleasing me. Now come here my beautiful boys. My dick needs some much needed attention. I’m throbbing.” Like a race towards a prize, both boys shot up on all fours and instantly crawled forward towards Mark. It was clear that they were both vying to get at his cock first. As they both reached Mark’s cock at the same time, their bright blue eyes first locked with each other, then up at Mark, before ascending on his cock like starving animals. They were going after Mark’s cock with fervor, devouring it with both of their mouths, wrestling to claim his cock as their own.
As Mark looked down at Grayson and Owen deepthroating his hardened cock, he wanted to kiss them both so badly. He was so attracted to them. He couldn’t help but compare their bodies. They were so similar, each smooth, toned, and petite. Mark reached down with his left hand to caress Owen’s plump round ass, while at the same time using his right to embrace Grayson’s equal, sizable and juicy ass. In unison, Mark slapped both his boys’ asses as hard as he could. They moaned with pleasure and submissiveness. Mark found his way to both their assholes, which he knew very well. They were both ready for Mark, soaking wet and radiating with heat.
Jealousy soon arose as Grayson and Owen sucked on Mark’s milky cock, as both boys unintentionally laced their fingers around their man’s vein-throbbing shaft at the same time. Grayson abruptly pushed Owen’s hand away, causing Owen to push him back in retaliation. Quickly turning to face each other, they plunged into an intensified bearhug, with Grayson grabbing Owen’s thick red hair and snapping his head back. While still locked together, the two soon crashed to the floor. They began kicking and kneeing at each other and using one hand to hold the other and their free hand to tug at the other’s hair. As they rolled around, it was difficult to tell who was getting the worst of the action. Both boys had battled wildly all night. Mark now wanted the attention back on him and growled “ENOUGH! Get off of each other, now!” Unable to let go of each other, Mark had to intervene and pull the two apart. It took quite the effort to separate them, and even then they continued to grab for each other. Grayson was livid and yelling for Mark to let him fight this bitch, as Owen encouraged him to do so.
Deciding to take control again, Mark wrapped his arms around each of them and pulled them close together, bending his neck to kiss one of them and then the other. The kissing turned hot and heavy, with Mark feverishly going between his two boys’ lips, bouncing back and forth. As the kissing became more intense, Mark lifted both boys from the ground. In such a tight hold, their lips, tongues, and mouths all met in one intense struggle, with Owen and Grayson both trying to out-do one another. They wrapped their arms around Mark’s back, and without missing a beat, grabbed a handful of the other’s hair. With such grips they tugged whenever the other would get Mark’s attention for too long. Such vindictive assaults continued, causing each boy to gasp in pain, and whimper into Mark’s mouth, even as they took turns kissing his delicious lips.
As the minutes passed, the two boys began to focus more and more on spiting one another, rather than pleasing Mark. Each were triggered with ferocity by the others refusal to leave and abandon their claim on Mark. He was theirs, they both thought. Although he certainly wanted to continue hooking up with his boys, Mark was turned on by their overt competition and decided to get creative. “Alright, you’re going to put on a little show for me.” Mark let go of the boys and walked backed to the bed to sit. “Show me what you got boys.” Both Grayson and Owen looked to Mark with their same lustful, adorning eyes, trying to decide exactly what he meant. “Show daddy who has the bigger dick,” Mark clarified with excitement.
For a moment, Owen had begun to spiral, finding it difficult to repress his emotions of anger and jealousy for Grayson and give Mark the attention he deserved. Grayson, however, wasted no time before he tried to impress upon Mark that it was he who he should desire. Grayson was overconfident about everything, including his dick. From Mark’s perspective, Owen’s dick was outstanding, certainly just as impressive as Grayson’s. Grayson placed his hands on his hips to pose, with Owen following his lead. The boys pointed their erect dicks at each other, inviting Mark to compare and pick the best. They both had amazing dicks and took pleasure in Mark’s gaze, as his head whipped from side to side from Owen to Grayson and back. They posed and thrusted out their dicks knowing that Mark was comparing them.
“So, who’s it gonna be daddy?,” asked Owen. “They’re both so perfect and so similar. Come over here and let me taste you both,” Mark replied. Grayson and Owen walked towards the bed as Mark got on his knees and began to suck both of his boys’ gorgeous, hard dicks. The boys were side by side, skin to skin, as Mark used both of his hands to hold each of their cocks, giving them the attention they deserved. However, it wasn’t long until a catfight was bound to erupt, and that it did. With Mark’s mouth still massaging and stroking each of their dicks, it took one glare between Grayson and Owen for them to yet again put their hands on each other.
JonSteed (16)
14/02/2023 22:06(In risposta a questo)
Woof! I’d be down to fight some bitch for a prized daddy. Just hot 🥵
Ginger (0)
11/02/2023 23:12Chapter 9: The Prize
Part 2
Owen grabbed the first handful of hair and pulled Grayson’s upper body down hard. Grayson, however, hip checked Owen, causing Owen to tumble to the ground. Instead of diving for him, Grayson continued to let Mark such his dick, as Owen rose to his feet. Once again Owen was able to get his hands into Grayson’s hair and pull, and with that, both boys spilled off the bed and onto the carpet. They rolled briefly and wrestled for control, as Mark sat back on the bed to watch the show.
Grayson managed to mount himself on top of Owen’s chest and scoot forward, trying to pin Owen’s arms schoolyard-style; but Owen pulled Grayson’s head down and got his arms over Grayson’s neck in a front headlock. The boys grunted a few times, as Grayson’s hand reached between Owen’s legs to grab a hold of his dick. Grayson pulled as hard as he could. Owen shrieked in pain, and managed to flip Grayson off from on top of him. Both boys grabbed the others’ heads between their legs into a 69 position, and their faces became buried in the other’s crotch. "Slut, when we finish this one of us won't be able to walk,” Owen heard Grayson say under his breath.
As Mark watched from the bed, the erotic nature of their fight was becoming more and more obvious. The thought of Mark’s lips and tongue on Grayson’s body filled Owen with frustration and resentment, as he tightened his legs around his rival’s neck in jealous outrage. Grayson squeezed his grip even tighter in return. As both boys began to feel like they were going to pass out, they broke apart and released their grips, each coughing and exhaling from the choking they just endured. Both boys came to their knees, huffing and puffing and panting, as they glared at each other with such fierceness.
They soon were on their feet, putting out their hands and interlocking them shoulder height, pushing against each other in a test of strength. But this time was different. This was not as vicious of a catfight as their previous brawls had been. Everything was slightly calmer and slower. They exchanged cold stares while they grabbed two fists of the others’ hair. This time the yanks were less, though each still held a firm grip. Their movements seemed almost like some kind of sexual ritual. Mark was completely frozen by hedonistic lust at this display that was so primal and animalistic. "Bitch," Owen said in a breathy voice, "Get the fuck out of here, unless you want to watch me fuck my man. I’m not sharing him with you!" “Neither am I,” barked Grayson, "Not a chance in hell, bitch. How about this: I slap the shit out of you, and you sit there crying and watch while I fuck MY man." "You should leave before you embarrass yourself even more than you already have, you trashy cunt," Owen replied.
In an attempt to break this standing catball, Grayson tried to pull away from Owen but lost his balance, falling backwards onto the carpet. Owen was on him like a wildcat, driving his knee into Grayson’s stomach as he landed on him. Grayson instantly grabbed Owen by the hair and pulled him sideways off of him. As they scurried to try and get the advantage, they found themselves in sitting positions facing each other. As if they had rehearsed this move beforehand, they grabbed onto each other's ankles and pulled themselves closer together. They were sitting upright now, each with one leg over the other's leg and their erect cocks tightly pressed together. They each then crooked a knee behind the other's back to press themselves together even tighter. Their chests were smashed completely together as they each dug both hands into the other's wet, mangled hair. Panting and moaning heavily, they began grinding their cocks together as they jerked each other's heads from side to side by the hair. They held this mutual hold for a while as the sweat continued to drip from their bodies and their chests heaved up and down.
Mark was absolutely enthralled by what he was witnessing. He was so aroused by seeing his boys grinding their cocks together. “Kiiiiiisssssss. Fuuuuuuuck just kiss,” moaned Mark. And just like that, the two rival twinks lunged at each other and became engaged in a fiery, half-vicious kiss. Mark had been waiting all night for this. “Yes boys, get into it. Fuuuuuck,” gasped Mark. Owen and Grayson were making out so intensely that sounds of snorts and nasal-gasps were filling the room, as they struggled to find air in their passionate, jealousy-infused kiss.
At this point, their struggle over Mark had bound and intoxicated them. They felt an intensity they had never experienced before, an excitement that the challenge to win over Mark had bestowed upon them. “Come over here now, I can’t take this anymore,” Mark wailed. Owen and Grayson wasted no time and dove at Mark, forcing him to fall back on the bed. They began kissing him with undiluted devotion and affection, each fighting to pull Mark’s face towards them and away from the other. The intensity amongst the three of them was electrifying.
The boys had finally submitted and accepted that they would have to share Mark, at least for tonight. But who was Mark going to fuck first, and how would he decide?
Ginger (0)
11/02/2023 4:41I posted the full story thus far (chapters 1-8) on my blog. Enjoy!
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11/02/2023 4:03Chapter 8: Unable to Stop
Part 1
Before Mark could even get Grayson to the couch, the two began passionately making out. Mark couldn’t control himself. They were going at it like two lovers who hadn’t seen each other in ages. With Grayson’s legs tightly grasped around his torso, Mark lowered the two onto the couch. Mark was ravenous. Grayson fit so perfectly on his lap, straddling his giant body, and pushing up against his rock hard dick. For a split second, Mark came out of his purple-hazed passion and removed his lips from Grayson’s, blurting out “Owen!” With his arms wrapped around Mark’s upper back, which was so big Grayson could barely touch his two hands together, Grayson whispered “fuck Owen” and started lustfully kissing Mark. Within seconds, Owen made his presence known. “Get off of him. Now.”
Grayson quickly turned to look at Owen, as Mark eagerly said “Owen baby come here.” Grayson turned back towards Mark, pulled him in and gave him a deep kiss, making sure the sound of their lips touching was loudly heard by Owen. Grayson then turned back towards Owen and said, “My man loves kissing my soft lips, don’t you baby.” Owen was clenching his fists so tightly he was beginning to lose feelings in his hands. “Get up you fucking pig. Get the fuck up off my man,” Owen screamed.
“Now boys, can’t we play nicely now? Daddy needs some attention,” Mark said. “Hold on daddy,” Grayson said with confidence, “let me take care of this slut and then I’m all yours.” Grayson stood up and faced Owen, leaving big beefy Mark on the couch alone, with a raging boner. “I’m not scared of you,” Grayson snarled. “Alright boys,” Mark said, “I clearly can’t keep you two apart. Fight for me. Let daddy see how badly you want it.” This was the first time Mark had so overtly pushed Owen and Grayson to fight. Hearing Mark say those words brought Grayson and Owen to a level of hatred they didn’t know was possible.
Owen charged Grayson, tackling him in Mark’s direction. Both boys fell onto Mark and quickly over the couch and onto another glass table, which immediately shattered as they crashed onto the floor. The completely nude boys resumed their tumultuous catfight with dizzying fervor.
Ignoring the shattered glass they now found themselves in, the fearsome femboys struggled to pin the other down. Both their hands were locked, and their long, lean arms were battling for strength. The belligerent boys laced their legs together and began vigorously rocking back and forth, wrestling and hitting each other. They became tangled up in headlocks, both trying to muscle the other to his feet. Now on their knees, they engaged in a nasty tug of war with each other’s hair. Both boys were howling as their heads violently flown in multiple directions.
After a minute or so, Owen was able to yank Grayson’s hair hard enough that he lost his balance, forcing each boy’s grip to loosen. As they began to swiftly get up, Owen quickly grabbed a lamp that had fallen with them off the table. Now standing, Owen swung the lamp at Grayson’s head, but Grayson avoided it. Eager to get his hands on Owen, Grayson leapt at him and knocked the lamp out of his grasp. The force of the impact sent both boys falling back over the couch and onto the floor in front of where Mark was sitting. Mark was rubbing his throbbing cock at this point, trying not to explode at the show, as the two dug their finger nails into each other and wormed together like snakes. Owen’s hands gripped tightly on Grayson’s shoulders, pinning the blonde, but not for very long. Grayson quickly worked one foot in between himself and Owen, and kicked the ginger off. Owen flew backwards into the wall, hitting his head against a large, framed picture. Glass immediately shattered over his head. With this, Grayson had time to get back on his feet.
Without the slightest pause, both boys stood and set at each other. With glass still in his hair, Owen charged and propelled his rival into a bookcase. Now locked in a bearhug, Grayson rained punches onto Owen’s back, as Owen struggled to pin his arms down. Off balance, Owen fell backwards, carrying Grayson him. The two hit the carpet with a thud that knocked the wind out of both of them, and a catball quickly ensued. Suddenly, the bookcase came crashing down, completely covering the fighting boys. Mark let out a gasp. He couldn’t have anticipated their fight was going to be this explosive. After hearing their moans, Mark quickly noticed the bookcase jump and move chaotically.
The boys were not letting anything stop their fight, so they continued wrestled in the small space beneath the bookcase for some time, clawing and pinching and kneeing and kicking. Their muffled moans and grunts sped up and grew louder and louder until suddenly the back of the bookcase broke open and the two brawling cats emerged, still locked together in a feverish struggle. Mark watched in amazement. Locked in a hectic catball, they quickly rolled into the bedroom.
This is when Mark tried to step in again, following the boys into the bedroom and attempting to break them apart. "He's mine", panted Grayson. "No he is mine," screamed Owen. “Boys, break it up,” Mark said with intent. Mark was able to pull Owen off of Grayson and bearhug him into submission. With that, Mark demanded Grayson go to the bathroom, and with reluctance, Grayson obeyed. As Grayson walked away, Owen began thrashing in Mark’s grip, and just as Grayson reached the bathroom door, Owen let out a shriek as he leapt out of Mark’s arms and charged Grayson. Somewhat startled, Grayson tried to slam the door in Owen’s face, but the angry twink flung himself into the door, knocking Grayson against the sink. The fight was now confined to the bathroom.
Ginger (0)
11/02/2023 4:02Chapter 8: Unable to Stop
Part 2
As Mark quickly made his way to the entrance of the bathroom, Grayson had laid his foot into Owen’s stomach. The blow knocked Owen into the wall, where he lost his balance and fell. He grabbed the shower curtain, but it failed to slow his fall, and instead, completely ripped. Without missing a second, Grayson was on top of Owen before he could lift his legs to defend himself. Trapped in the enclosed space, their slick, naked bodies began to writhe and slither against each other. Pinning the ginger’s wrists to the floor, Grayson screamed, "When I get through with you, you're gonna clean up every single thing you wrecked, you fucking whore!" Owen screamed in reply, "Clean it up yourself, cunt!"
Owen abruptly rolled to one side, tossing Grayson against the toilet. He immediately pounced on Grayson and sank both hands into his blonde hair. With a howl of pain, Grayson counterattacked, clawing at Owen’s hair. They landed side-by-side on the cold tiled floor and erupted yet again into fierce catball. Brutally yanking hair, they teetered from side to side, each trying to gain control. They toppled over and over, with their legs wrapped around each other so their bodies looked to form a tight knot. Their legs entwined as both boys began to scratch and bite. The tangle of femboy fury churned about the bathroom floor, as they threw punches one after another in a wild flurry of fists before burying their fingers in each other's thick hair yet again.
Back and forth they rolled, grappling nose to nose. Their strength was so evenly match that they knew they had to outlast and outsmart the other. Owen began searching for something with which to bash Grayson with. He was able to get his hands on a bottle of body oil that was just outside the shower. The two boys fought for control of the bottle, and soon they were being doused with oil. Mark was entranced. This was like a real life porn. Their wild hair became matted down, and their bare skin took on a bright sheen as the bottle spilled every last drop upon the crazed duo. Mark was so aroused.
The floor had become so slippery that the boys ended up separated at that point. The oil dripping from their bodies had made a puddle on the floor, and the two were finding it difficult to regain balance. Crawling slowly now, the twinks neared each other again, intent upon fighting. Grayson struck first, with a smack across Owen’s cheek. Owen slapped him in return, with Grayson counteracting with another slap. Again and again the twinks slapped and hit at each other. The sounds of bare skin being smacked rang in the air was like erotic music to Mark, mixing with the moans and sharp exclamations of his two femboys engaged in a heated slapping catfight.
As they worked their way around the floor, Owen eventually found his legs touching the rug that began at the entrance to the bathroom, which was where Mark had been standing. Eager to gain an advantage, he rolled onto the carpet and got to his feet. The pause was welcomed by both boys. Their bodies were red from their stomachs to their faces from the incessant barrage of powerful slaps, and they were beginning to tire from the length of the strenuous combat they had been in. Mark put his hand on Owen’s back, “baby, let’s stop this.” But neither boy was finished. "You had enough?" taunted Grayson. "No. You?" asked Owen, panting. "Oh, I could go all day."
Grayson and Owen both raised their hands and closed. Wading into each other, they threw punch after punch, neither stopping to block or avoid the other's blows. Their cries of anguish rose in pitch as the pain each was feeling spiraled out of control. Determined to win, they came together, rested their chins on their shoulders, and continued slugging. Grunting loudly, they wailed on each other for a few minutes, until the speed of their attacks finally slowed. They settled into a clinch, and began staggering around the bathroom like inebriated dancers.
Owen groaned, and pushed with all his might, trying to topple Grayson over backwards. The pair stumbled around wildly until their momentum led them to topple into the oversized bathroom tub. Their oil covered bodies slipped against the other’s so beautifully, Mark thought. Each boy strived to climb atop the other and straddle him, but they were both unable to gain control. With hands in each other’s hair, they were still tugging as hard as they could, but their energy was dwindling. The hatred between the two was as intense as it was at the beginning of the fight, if not more so, but their bodies had weakened. “I hate you.” “I hate you too.” The moans were getting more frail and shaky, as each looked like battered cats at this point.
As Mark stood there, watching his two naked boys rub against each other in the tub, he had never been so aroused. “Boys, let’s break it up now. You’ve had enough.” Without warning, the boys were startled by the feeling of water falling on them. Mark had turned on the shower. “Alright my boys, break it up. Let go of each other.” With that, their bodies gave and both boys let go of the other’s hair. After letting the water wash over his twinks for a little, Mark, who was completely naked at this point, lifted both boys simultaneously, one over each shoulder, and carried them into the bedroom.
Mark was taking back control now. Let the sex begin….but can his boys keep their hands off each other? Stay tuned!
dnava20 (42 )
21/01/2023 9:27Such a great story with a vividly written fight. Love it!
Massfite (14)
20/01/2023 18:18Fantastic story, hits a lot of buttons, extremely hot.
Ginger (0)
20/01/2023 0:29Chapter 7: Their Catfight Continues
At this point, the sheer force of Grayson and Owen’s catfight was so extraordinarily uncontrollable that their brawl had poured into the living room. Before Mark could follow his fighting boys, he heard the sound of breaking glass. Grayson and Owen’s bare bodies landed on the coffee table, and the top piece of glass had completely shattered. Instead of worrying about what the extent of this mess was going to cost him, Mark was so turned on by what he was watching that he didn’t care in the slightest. Grayson found himself on top of Owen for the first few moments, but not for long. The boys began to frantically roll, their bodies furiously interwoven, as if they were somehow becoming one. Their hands had basically not left the other’s hair since their fight begun. Mark didn’t blame the two for using this tactic to try to gain advantage, as both his boys had so much hair to begin with. That is, until tonight.
Now in the living room, the boundaries of their fight were widening, no longer confined to the smaller entryway. To Mark’s delight, more space only magnified their catfight, amplifying their impassioned rage towards the other. The boys were falling everywhere, unable to contain their bodies from the forcible movement happening between them. There was an urgency growing in Owen’s moans and grunts, as his hatred for Grayson was oozing out of him. While rolling on the floor, Owen had managed to pin Grayson against the wall. Grayson hurriedly wrapped his legs around Owen’s torso, squeezing as hard as he could. Their fight had blown up across the entire living room, and now, they both had the other nailed down to one spot, locked in their rival’s embrace, only allowing for stationary, yet frenzied movements.
There they were, his two gorgeous femboys, locked up in an incensed ball of rage. Mark moved closer to his battling duo; he wanted to smell their sweat, to hear their ever elongated moans. As Mark moved closer, he could see that Grayson and Owen’s faces were so close that they almost were kissing. He wanted to fuck them both in that moment so badly. Their hands were still interlocked in each other’s hair, as neither would stop tearing the other to shreds. Their mutual hair tugging was met with wails of pain. Mark stood there, erection raging, contemplating trying to drag his two boys into the bedroom so he could finally fuck them. But Mark remained frozen in his place, his eyes filled with lust.
“Let go of my hair you fucking faggot,” sobbed Owen, “ahhhhhhhhhh.” “This is so you never touch Mark again,” yelled Grayson, “I will never let you near Mark.” Their agitation continued to grow more hysterical. Their stares were affixed, almost as if sending a stream of warnings and threats to one another. So many feelings were seething from each of them. Their dedication to ripping every hair from the other’s head, all for Mark’s affection, was almost heroic-like. Their devotion to Mark was that of true commitment, so much so that they couldn’t stop fighting; their eyes intently locked; their mouths open; their bodies deliriously quivering. The boys could not get closer at this point. The full length of their bodies were pressed into one another, stomachs and chest flattened in parallel.
With a loud grunt, Grayson exerted as much strength as he could, driving both boys into another repetitive roll across the floor, as each pushed and pulled wildly. While still clinging to one another, they struggled to get back to their feet. There, standing for the first time in a while, the boys tried to find the strength within them to overpower the other, but the two were simply too evenly matched for such dominance to take place. Hands in hair, they began to sway back and forth, seemingly losing their energy. In so much pain, they each tried to pull themselves away, but found the other's grasp unrelenting, and too well-matched. Minutes passed as they engaged in this slow, yet frenetic dance around the living room. Their eyes were both flooding with tears as they thrusted their bodies so deeply together. To Mark’s excitement, their catfight had found itself cascading into the bedroom. Mark was beside himself. He was so horny. This was it. He was going to get to fuck them both.
Their whimpering moans continued as the two boys’ catfight had spewed into the bedroom. Together they landed on the king-sized bed, settling into a stalemate position, their legs and arms intimately interlaced. The steady exchange of “bitch” and “cunt” between the two persisted, but at this point, they were almost whispering it. As he entered the bedroom, it was becoming all too much for Mark. The sight of his naked boys wrapped so tightly around each other on the bed was beautiful, as each pulled on each other’s hair in unison. This was magic for Mark. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before; unlike anything he could have ever imagined. He had never been so attracted to either of them. Owen’s gorgeous red hair and Grayson’s striking blonde locks, together so closely, made for an exquisite pairing. More than ever, Mark saw so clearly just how maddeningly similar the two were: their tight torsos being of equal length and tone; their lean muscles of equal size and shape; their round, tight asses comparing no different than that of their own reflection; even their voices, endlessly sensual and sweet. They were exactly the way Mark wanted them. They were perfect.
The ever present recognition of similarity he was observing was it for Mark, he had to devour them. With their foreheads pressed together, each of the two passion-drunk boys closed their eyes in delirium as their fingers deepened farther into the depths of each other's hair. Their desires for Mark forbid them to stop their yanking. Closer and closer they pulled, as their thighs and calves coiled around each other. Almost completely out of stamina and strength, the faint whimpers of his boys drove Mark to finally act. “Alright boys,” he said with dominance and authority. “That’s enough.” With that, Mark came in from behind and put his massive arms around Grayson’s torso. Even as he began to lift Grayson, an easy task for such a strong guy, Mark quickly realized that his two boys were not going to let go of each other that easily. “Boys, boys, that’s enough,” Mark said in a softer voice now. “FUCKKKKK YOUUUUUUUUU,” Grayson screamed. “BIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTCCCCCHH,” Owen cried. Finally, their grip loosened, and Mark was able to separate the two brawling boys.
With Owen left lying on the bed, panting from exhaustion, Mark carried Grayson out of the bedroom and into the living room. He needed his boys to separate and calm down, for Mark was about to fuck their brains out.
abyssguy (8)
21/01/2023 15:17(In risposta a questo)
This is amazing start to finish!!!
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18/01/2023 23:31Chapter 6: The Hotel Room
Part 1
Owen couldn’t decide whether or not to tell Mark what had happened. Would he be angry? Would he break up with BOTH of them? As Owen was tending to his cuts and bruises, not to mention his pounding migraine from his hair being ripped out of his scalp, it only took one look in the mirror for him to realize he couldn’t hide this from Mark. “I’m his good little boy,” Owen said out loud as he looked at himself in the mirror. “What have I done?” Later that night, Mark texted Owen and told him he was dropping by. And just like that, Owen heard the sound of Mark’s keys opening the front door. Owen was dressed in a bathrobe, having had just spent the last few hours showering and attempting to make himself look presentable for Mark. “Hi baby,” Mark said ever so softly. “Hi,” Owen said, in an almost soft whisper.
Mark walked over to Owen, knelt down, and as he lifted Owen’s chin with his hand, Mark said “Grayson called me and told me everything.” Shock set in as Owen’s eyes widened and face began to turn red. He couldn’t tell if he was angry that Grayson called him in the first place, let alone to tell him about their fight, or embarrassed and worried about what Mark’s reaction was going to be. “Are you ok?” Mark asked. “Yes, baby. It all happened so fast and…” “Baby, it’s ok,” interrupted Mark. “I had a feeling this was going to happen.” “You did?”, replied Owen. “Of course. You two have to share me. I don’t want to give either of you up. Although I was not expecting all this,” said Mark has he caressed Owen’s black and blue bruise under his eye. Owen felt relieved. “And can I be honest with you, baby? It turns me on that you two are fighting over me.” Owen immediately perked up, and could feel his dick begin to get hard. “Ya?” Owen asked Mark in a flirtatious tone. “Ya,” responded Mark, his voice starting to shake as he grabbed Owen’s head and moved closer to him. “It turns me the fuck on having my boys fight over me. Now kiss me.” Mark and Owen kissed like they have never kissed before. The passion between them was palpable, each breathing heavily as they embraced and made out with a sense of hunger. Mark undid Owen’s bathrobe to find that Owen was as hard as a rock. Mark stood up, took his shirt off, and proceeded to lift Owen up from the couch and carry him towards the bed. It was the best sex they ever had. Mark came three times.
Mark had promised Grayson he would stop by too that evening. You’d think after fucking Owen and cumming three times, Mark would be spent. But not this stallion. Mark stormed into that apartment, lifted Grayson so his feet were straddling his torso, and immediately began furiously making out with him. Their sex was on fire that night. He only came once, but it was one of the best orgasms he’s ever had. Grayson had been far less apologetic than Owen was, and knew Mark would love the fact that they had had a fight. He was foaming at the mouth to get his hands back on Owen, and show him who of Mark’s boys was the best. Mark of course loved hearing this, and became more and more turned on by the thought of watching them fight.
On his way out of the building later that evening, Mark stopped by the security desk and asked the guy to review the footage. Mark had a good relationship with the security guard, who didn’t ask many questions, and just assumed they were Mark’s sons or something. Mark got a copy of the footage, and after watching it, he was adamant on being there the next time his boys saw each other and brawled. Grayson had told Mark that the next time he sees Owen, he was going to leap on him, so Mark knew he had to act quick. He devised a plan to rent a hotel suite and invite his two boys over to see him. He wasn’t going to tell them the other was going to be there. He wanted to preserve the primal element of surprise between the two boys, like it had gone down in the elevator. The date was set. In just a couple days, Mark was going to get a front row seat to his one of his greatest, most thrillingly evocative fantasies. I mean who wouldn’t want to watch two little twink femboys fight over them? Mark could hardly wait.
The night had arrived. Mark checked into the sizable, expensive suite he had gotten for the evening. He wanted his boys to have the room to fight it out. The suite covered four rooms total, including two bedrooms, a living room and a dining room. Mark had on his sexiest pair of jeans and decided to go shirtless, dangling his big, hairy, muscly, manly body in front of his twinks and making sure they remembered what it is they were fighting for. Mark planned for Owen to arrive at 8pm, and like clockwork, there was the knock at the door at 8pm on the dot. Mark was pleased to see that Owen wore what Mark had requested; a tight, slutty spandex singlet that Mark had bought the boys the day prior. The singlet was very skimpy, and left nothing to the imagination. Owen looked great it in, despite the color being hot pink, which Owen secretly despised. His hair was 20 feet tall that night. Mark knew Owen put the effort in to look good for him. He appreciated him so much, and they spent the next 30 minutes passionately kissing on the couch, with Owen sitting on Mark’s lap.
The clock struck 8:30pm. Knock, knock, knock. Mark and Owen stopped kissing. “Who could that be?” Owen remarked. “Sit here baby, I’ll be right back.” Mark opened the door to Grayson leaping into his arms, taking off his coat to reveal his identical hot pink singlet. “Hey there tiger,” Grayson said in his horned up, breathy way. “Mmmmm, you look good baby. Let me see that singlet on you,” Mark said as he put Grayson down and made him turn to show Mark how amazing is ass looked in the outfit. “I’m all yours tonight, daddy,” Grayson said seductively. Suddenly, a voice came from the other room, “Who is it Mark?” Grayson stood there in shock, as Owen appeared only seconds later in the entryway, equally stunned as he saw Grayson standing there too in a matching singlet.
“Now boys,” Mark said as he looked back and forth between his twinks, “I thought we could…” Without even getting his full thought out, Grayson blurted out “finally” in an eager, sadistic kind of way, and leapt towards Owen. The fight was on.
Ginger (0)
18/01/2023 23:31Chapter 6: The Hotel Room
Part 2
Mark gasped in delight as Grayson pounced on Owen. He was so turned on that his boys couldn’t even be in the same room together for more than a couple seconds before getting their hands on each other and catfighting. Owen had enough time to begin charging before Grayson had reached him. The two boys locked arms and began to fight furiously and desperately, both trying to prove their worth to Mark, who was watching from the sideline, completely enthralled with the scene that was unfolding in front of him.
In no time, they both hit the marble-tiled entry and began to roll across the floor. Mark was so turned on. He couldn’t believe how hot this was. Then came the sound of their singlets being ripped and torn, as their sweaty bare legs tangled and kicked one another. Mark had heard of catballing, but had never seen it in person. Fuck was catballing hot, Mark thought to himself. He was as hard as ever, as he feasted his eyes on the catfight of a lifetime, or at least his lifetime. Owen and Grayson rolled over and over on the marble floor, hitting, scratching, slapping, kicking, biting, and excessively pulling each other’s hair.
At this point, the boys managed to rip the other’s singlet almost entirely, leaving little to Mark’s imagination. Mark noticed the boys were slipping on the marble floor, as each locked hands in the other’s hair and began thrashing side to side. “Fuck,” Mark said under his breath, “they hate each other. This is so hot.” Neither boy could regain stable control of their body, as each of their heads went in the direction the other was pulling, while their bodies were slipping and kicking in the opposite direction. The screams each boy were letting out sounded like two wild animals. They spewed out insults and swear words at each other, and Mark could barely make out what they were saying, as the thrashing and intensity of their fight took away from their ability to speak clearly. What Mark could make out, however, turned him on more than anything; “He’s mine, you piece of fucking shit. HE’S MINE!” “Fuck you, he’s mine. I’m going to kill you. He’s mine!”
The boys found themselves standing, hands still clenched in the others hair. Mark had to move out of the way, unable to anticipate where in the room their whipping and lashing would have them land next. Owen let out a massively high-pitched scream as he sent Grayson flying onto the entryway table and into the mirror hanging on the wall. The mirror cracked down the middle, sending shards of glass cascading over Grayson’s tousled hair. Mark was impressed. He didn’t know Owen had that in him, and he was digging it. Without letting even seconds go by, Owen already had his hands wrapped around Grayson’s throat. Owen strangled Grayson with such force and might, causing Grayson to gag and thrash uncontrollably. Just before passing out, Grayson was able to grab a strong hold of Owen’s hair, and with that, they crashed onto the floor yet again.
The two boys clawed at each other wildly, raking each other savagely with their nails. Now dressed in nothing, their naked bodies fought to gain control over the other. Grayson gasping with exertion, and Owen sobbing with rage and panic. It’s like they weren’t in their bodies anymore, Mark observed. This wild, almost primal look had taken over both of their faces, completely inhabiting the essence of a crazed animal.
The feisty blonde was able to roll the redhead onto his back, straddling and pinning him down. Owen bucked and kicked wildly, trying to throw Grayson off. Owen’s sweaty bare legs waved and kicked in the air, and his eyes began to widen in panic as he screamed and swore at his opponent, trying to get out from under him. But Grayson grabbed the screaming boy by his sweat-soaked hair, and in true payback form, began to bang Owen’s head against the marble floor. This was the first time Mark questioned whether he should step in, as he feared Owen was going to get seriously hurt. No, he thought, he had to let them fight. This was the only way.
Owen, agonizing in pain, was able to fling Grayson off of him using his legs, sending him flying a couple feet across the marble entry. Both boys moved slowly at first, each cupping onto the pains they were experiencing in their bodies. But, as soon as they made eye contact, they sprung up as quickly as they could, so not to give their opponent the opportunity to strike without being ready. Their eyes were locked; they didn’t even dare to blink. Their heavy pants filled the room. Their bodies were covered in sweat. Mark was certainly enjoying the view. He hadn’t realized how equal his boys were in stature and how similar their bodies were. Both bodies were incredibly stunning, toned, smooth, and petite. He couldn’t take his eyes off of them, and tried to savor the view before their standoff came to an abrupt end.
The next moment, Grayson ascended through the air like a rocket and the two went flying into the living room. The catfight officially spilled into the next room. The damage had only begun.
Which of Mark’s boys wins this heroic catfight? Stay tuned for Chapter 7!
joeran (3)
18/01/2023 22:12This is getting better and better!
Ginger (0)
18/01/2023 16:19Chapter 5: The First Fight
Part 1
Both boys had woken up the next morning with feelings of jealousy and anger. How could Mark be into that ugly little cow? – they asked themselves as they each got ready for their day. Obviously Mark had a wife, but she wasn’t competition, and therefor was not a threat to the boys. Although they would never admit it out loud, through their very short and heated exchange, each were able to get a sense of the others’ attraction, not to mention their similarities. “He’s a scrawny piece of shit,” Grayson thought to himself as finished blow-drying his hair in the mirror. “There’s no way Mark would choose him over me.” Grayson knew how this all typically went down– Mark would ultimately choose one of them to continue seeing, and Grayson was damned if he was going to let Owen have that chance. “Trash,” Owen thought to himself, “Dumb, slutty trash. No wonder I’m Mark’s favorite.”
It was clear that both boys were feeling threatened, and couldn’t quite get the other out of their minds. But brunch was calling, and each put on their gay Sunday best to meet their respective friends for brunch. Owen got on the elevator first, as his apartment as on floor 20. He knew he was looking cute and was feeling pretty good about himself. As the elevator began to descend, it slowed and found itself coming to a stop on floor 12. Unbeknownst to both boys, shit was about to get real.
The elevator doors opened, and Grayson confidently began to strut in like he owned the place. As he began to step forward, he suddenly heard “You have to be fucking kidding me.” There Owen was, leaning up against the corner of the elevator. They both were essentially in the same outfit with slight variations; each with a different shade of cut off denim shorts that accentuated the curves of their tight, round asses. Grayson was wearing his usual skimpy white T-shirt, short enough to expose his belly button. Owen, a little more reserved, was also wearing a white T-shirt, and although no midriff was exposed, his shirt was certainly tight enough on his slim torso. Each had their hair done to the nines- like two beautiful lions manes; tall, perfectly styled and wafted back, with Grayson’s blonde highlights and Owen’s red tint both glistening.
Grayson’s anger instantly went into overdrive, as he immediately demanded that Owen “Get the fuck out and wait for another elevator.” Owen wasted no time, barking back “you shut your trashy little hillbilly mouth.” The elevator doors shut. It was on. Owen immediately stopped leaning against the wall and stood straight up. There they were, a mere three feet apart. “If I find you cozying up to my man in public like that again, Mark isn’t going to recognize your ugly fucking face after I’m finished with you,” said Grayson. “Ya?,” replied Owen, “What are you going to do about it? You’re a scrawny prissy little faggot who can’t accept the fact that Mark likes me better. And who can blame him- you’re TRASH.” Grayson saw red.
As the two boys faced each other, their potent hatred filling up the elevator, neither broke eye contact. The intensity of their stares was electrifying, as each boys stunning blue eyes began to narrow in heat, compelled by the others gaze. They began to step closer to one another as the insults began to fly out each of their mouths. Nearly nose to nose at this point, they felt a large thump, soon followed by a loud halting sound. The elevator was at a dead stop, and even though Grayson and Owen knew there was something wrong, nothing else mattered at that point. Instantly after the elevator stopped, in almost a choreographed moment of wild tensity, the two boys collided like a force of nature.
Grayson and Owen found themselves in a ball, impulsively trying to gain control of the other, slapping vehemently at one another, claws grabbing at the others’ hair, while their petite yet firm chests smashed together with force. Within seconds, each boy was able to get both their hands firmly cemented in the others’ thick mane of hair. Their violent little dance had begun. Neither boy had ever been in a fight, but the magnitude of their hatred for one another was pouring out of them, and with a stuck elevator, nobody was going to be able to break this fight up. “Let go of my fucking hair,” Owen hissed. Clenching their grip and beginning to fiercely pull, their heads began jerking back, as each boys’ neck bent and heads pointed to the ceiling. They were on each other in a feral way, entwined in a barbarous knot of flesh.
They were in a mutual hair pulling tug of war now. They were face to face, panting into each other’s’ mouths, both letting out screams of both pain and anger. Each boy was trying to get the upper hand, slamming the other’s body into the four walls of the elevator, attempting to use their legs to get the other to hit the ground. The boys had turned into animals, and nothing was off limits. Grayson gave the first major blow, slamming Owen’s head into the wall so hard that the sound echoed down the elevator shaft. Owen saw stars, but with his hands still firmly grasping Grayson’s hair, he was able to quickly slam Grayson’s head into the wall as well.
“OUCH YOU FUCKING BITCH. GET OFF ME.” As Grayson screamed in pain, the boys began exchanging simultaneous knees to the stomach. For a split second, they found themselves broken apart with Owen throwing Grayson with all of his might across the elevator and into the wall. Without wasting more than a second, they quickly came together again and transitioned into a full on slap fest. Neither boy tried to dodge or swerve, there was no room, instead they laid into each other with savage slaps to the face. Their strikes became fast and rhythmic. In a quest for dominance, Owen wrapped his arms around Grayson’s back, enmeshing him in a bear hug-like grip. In desperation Grayson was able to get his arms around Owen’s back as well, with each of their hands sliding down each other’s bodies with vigor.
All of a sudden, Grayson tore Owen’s t-shirt completely off and slipped the material around his neck to begin to choke him, using his other hand to smother Owen’s face. Without much thought, Grayson made eye contact with the elevator camera and smirked. “Did he know I’d be watching this?” Mark quietly asked himself, as his hard on from watching the fight thus far was so extreme that he thought his dick was going to explode off his body. Owen snarled and smashed his head into Grayson’s face, with Grayson stumbling backwards. Owen was able to grab hold of Grayson’s shirt and with one pull, completely ripped it off and shoved the cloth right in Grayson’s face. The sight of these two topless boys was awe inducing. Mark had never been so aroused in his entire life. “I’m so glad I stole this tape from security,” Mark thought to himself.
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18/01/2023 16:19Chapter 5: The First Fight
Part 2
Grayson charged and pushed Owen back into the elevator wall. At this point, the elevator was like a sauna. Each boy had sweat pouring down their gleaming toned torsos. Mark could hear the slapping of each rhythmic strike and their grunts of exertion even though there was no sound. Grayson frenzied into a fresh assault of slaps, which they both traded, quickly but powerfully. When one slap made Owen recoil an inch, he wrapped his hands around Owen’s neck and lifted him off the ground for just a few seconds. You could see the pain on Owen’s face. As he landed, however, Owen was able to get his hands on Grayson’s hair, allowing him the opportunity to yank on Grayson’s shorts and toss him into the wall. Hitting the wall with force, Grayson’s sweaty body almost stuck to the wall as he bounced back and lunged at Owen.
The two boys once again began swiping at each other with slaps as Grayson charged Owen, grabbing a handful of hair. All at once, they lost balance, as both shirtless boys hit the elevator’s tiled floor. There was no space in the elevator for them to fight on the ground, Mark thought to himself, watching with eager anticipation. Owen was on top and wasted no time clawing at Grayson like a cat. Grayson, in desperate need to try and gain control, brought his legs up around Owen’s waist and clamped on a scissor hold, pulling him down on top of him. Mark could see Grayson’s thighs clenching as he tightened his hold. Owen began choking Grayson, with the force of his weight moving Grayson closer and closer to the elevator wall. “STOP CHOKING ME YOU FUCKING B…”, Grayson attempted to say with little power in his voice. He was very quickly able to lock his hand in Owen’s hair, gaining back some control and putting an end to the choking.
With both hands in each of their hair, the boys laid on the floor in that position for some time. They were both beginning to feel spent. With a loud grunt, Grayson was able to roll Owen so they were on their sides, still pressed together as they had now locked legs. Their whole bodies pulsed every few seconds with a thrust, with Owen trying to gain advantage, and Grayson tightening the leg lock. They brought their hands up to each other’s hair, ready to take a handful. Mark felt himself flush with heat as Grayson’s tan fingers worked into Owen’s red locks. The fight had slowed, but both boys continued to exert energy, letting long, aggravated moans slip as they applied bursts of pressure.
For what seemed like an eternity to both boys, the elevator started to move again. That’s all it took for them to gain their energy back. With their arms wrapped around each other’s smooth backs in an intense bear hug, each boy grunted and gasped as they grit their teeth from the pressure. Mark could see his two beautiful boys gain fierce looks on their faces as they tangled. Rather abruptly, the elevator door opened, and with that, an epic catball ensued. Their combined momentum found them rolling out of the elevator and into the hallway. Mark was left wanting more. He wished he could have been there in person so he could have seen the whole fight from beginning to end. “Fuck,” he thought.
As each boy reached up and buried his hands into the others’ hair, their wet, shiny bodies continued to roll around the hallway in a ferocious entanglement. The sound of their moaning as they grabbed any part of each other they could reach, gripping skin even, sounded like two bitches in heat. A moment of weakness gave each boy the opportunity to stand on his feet. Within seconds, they locked up once again. Their foreheads met and were almost immediately bound by sweat. Both were breathing heavily, their petite frames bouncing up and down rather quickly. As their noses touched, it became clear they were pressing into each other. Their intense silent stare was only broken by an exchange of breaths. “When are you going to give up?” yelled Grayson. They landed on the floor yet again, rolling as they each tried to gain the upper hand. “I’m more than you’ll ever be,” screamed Owen. The two tussled, both grunting at the physical exertion. They kept their faces close together, glaring into each other’s eyes and only seeing anger, jealousy, and even a hint of lust.
At this point, both boys were drenched in sweat and had blood from the scratching and biting that had lasted the entirety of their fight. But neither was going to willingly let go. After minutes of remaining locked up in an embrace, forcibly rolling over one another, trying to get the other to submit, security rushed in and finally broke up the two brawling twinks. Both Grayson and Owen’s hair was completely disheveled, with some even on the floor. All that remained on them was their jean shorts, although both were basically hanging off each of their frames. Unable to be in the same room together without going at it, security removed them from the hallway. The boys knew this wasn’t the last of it. They were going to fight again. Mark was worth it, after all. Next time though, unexpectedly to Grayson and Owen, not only would Mark be present at their next fight, he’d be orchestrating the entire thing.
Chapter 6: The Hotel Room
MORE TO COME!
Beefyscot (3)
12/01/2023 5:49Looking forward to first fight or any fight not sure why long story intro ………,.wrestling fighting story fight should have come into story a bit quicker ………
Ginger (0)
18/01/2023 16:34(In risposta a questo)
Then write your own story champ
Ginger (0)
18/01/2023 16:34(In risposta a questo)
Then write your own story champ
Ginger (0)
12/01/2023 0:57Chapter 3: Two boys Under the Same Roof
Summer was quickly approaching, and Mark was happier than ever. Why, you ask? Their names were Grayson and Owen. Since initially meeting Grayson and Owen within weeks of each other, Mark had begun fucking both boys as often as he could. He typically got rooms at smaller, less known hotels, so to keep everything discreet. He’d alternate boys, depending on his mood and who was available when. Though the boys shared striking similarities in both size and looks, they were very different in the bedroom.
Grayson was wild. The fire and passion between him and Mark was palpable, and from the second that hotel room door would close, Grayson would jump into Mark’s arms, wrap his legs around Mark’s lower waist, and begin passionately kissing him, so furiously that sometimes they’d forget to come up for air. Mark liked to forcefully push Grayson against the wall as he held him, eventually throwing him onto the bed and fucking him violently and without restraint. Mark would cum inside Grayson’s fat, juicy ass multiple times in one session. He had never had more intense orgasms in his life. Something about Grayson made Mark become almost feral, with this untamed and ferocious need to completely devour Grayson with his dick. And that he did, time and time again.
Then there was Owen. Mark called Owen “baby,” which if you knew Mark, he never used cheesy pet names like that prior to meeting Owen. Owen had Mark wrapped around his sweet, beautiful little finger. Mark and Owen had a strong connection. Their sex was tender, romantic, intense, and often lasted for hours. As often as Mark could, Mark liked to spend the night with Owen. Holding him was one of Mark’s favorite things to do with Owen. Nothing made Mark feel more content and satisfied than wrapping his monstrous muscular arms around Owen’s slim, petite frame. He fit perfectly. Owen also was a master with his tongue. He was the best kisser, and when him and Mark would get into a rhythm, they could kiss for hours. Long, slow, sensual kisses, with the occasional sound of Owen’s soft moans. But Owen’s best skill was his blowjobs. Mark was never able to cum from a blowjob prior to Owen. Owen worked Mark’s dick like a pro, and Mark’s dick would throb in ecstatic pain until pulsating loads of his cum down Owen’s throat. Owen would lick every last drop, and the two would usually fall asleep, naked bodies entangled, with Owen’s face snuggled up against Mark’s Herculean chest. This was Mark’s happy place.
Within a few weeks of coordinating these hotel rendezvous with the boys, both Grayson and Owen were prepping to move out of their dorms as the semester was ending. Both boys wanted to stay in the city for the Summer, but neither could afford a decent place. Daddy Mark quickly solved this problem by leasing each boy his very own apartment in Hoboken, a water-front neighborhood in New Jersey where Mark parked his car before taking the ferry to Manhattan. This met everyone’s needs; each boy got a nice, free apartment to live in for the Summer, and Mark had easy access to both boys whenever he pleased without dealing with the logistics of hotel rooms.
Mark chose a new luxury high-rise right on the Hudson River overlooking Manhattan, only a couple blocks from where Mark parked his car. It did cross Mark’s mind a couple times whether he should tell the boys about each other. The idea of a threesome was intriguing to Mark. However, he quickly learned that Grayson and Owen were both the jealous type, and did not play well with other femboys. Not wanting to deal with the drama, Mark made sure their apartments were on different floors. Things were going great for the first couple of weeks. Mark would bounce between each boys’ apartment, and neither of them knew the other existed. That all changed, however, one Saturday night….
Chapter 4: The Boys Meet
Grayson was checking himself out in the elevator mirror, dressed to impress as he was on his way to meet some girlfriends for drinks. When he got down to the lobby and was making his way towards to doors, he saw Mark talking to this young guy. “Who the fuck is this ginger twink,” Grayson thought to himself, “and why is he talking to my man?” Grayson being Grayson wasted no time as he marched himself over to Mark and Owen, who were in an engaging conversation and hadn’t noticed Grayson walking towards them.
“Hey Mark,” Grayson tersely muttered. Even before turning his head, Mark knew it was Grayson. This was it, something Mark knew was bound to happen, but chose not to take the precautions that would have prevented this very moment. Subconsciously, maybe he wanted this to happen. Regardless, his two boys were about to meet. “Here we go,” Mark thought.
“Grayson!,” Mark exclaimed, faking excitement in his voice, “fancy seeing you here.” Without taking his glare off of Owen, Grayson quickly responded, “who’s the boy, Mark?” Mark looked over at Owen, who he could see was stiffening up in response to Grayson’s combative energy. “Grayson, meet Owen. Owen, this is Grayson.” Owen turned to Mark and began to ask, “who is Gray..”, but before he could finish, Grayson cut him off: “I’m his boy. Who THE FUCK are you?”
“Alright, alright, Grayson, settle down,” Mark said with a sense of urgency in his voice, “let’s not make a scene.” Owen, whose confusion was quickly turning into anger, asked Mark what was going on; “Are you seriously fucking this trash, Mark?”
“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE CALLING TRASH YOU CUNT,” yelled Grayson as he sprung towards Owen.
“ALRIGHT ENOUGH,” proclaimed Mark, as he stepped in between the two boys. “Owen, go upstairs baby, I’ll be up in a little.” It took a lot for Owen not to lunge at this blonde haired little twink for coming at him so aggressively, calling him a cunt, and, most importantly, for fucking his man. “Don’t be long, baby,” Owen said in a sweet voice to Mark, making eye contact with Grayson the entire time. Mark smiled at Owen as he walked away towards the elevator bank. Mark spent the next 30 minutes trying to calm Grayson down, as he was fuming with anger.
“This is how it’s going to be. I’m not choosing between the two of you,” Mark explained to Grayson. “But you’re mine. I don’t want to share you, especially with HIM!” “Why, do you feel threatened by Owen,” Mark asked Grayson with intrigue. This caught Grayson off guard. “You think I’m threatened by that little scrawny bitch. There’s no way he compares to me in bed, or in looks for that matter.” Mark assured Grayson that Owen wouldn’t get in the way of their relationship, and just to steer clear of him. With one fire out, Mark made his way upstairs to deal with Owen. After the night was over, Mark had assured Grayson and Owen that he was still head over heels for each of them, and told both boys that they were his favorite. Though he liked them both equally, he thought the best thing to do was to make each boy think they were Mark’s favorite. Boy was he wrong….
Chapter 5: The First Fight
MORE TO COME!
Yonso21 (25)
17/01/2023 0:46(In risposta a questo)
I'm so excited to read the next chapter 😋
Coolwin (0)
13/01/2023 12:15(In risposta a questo)
Really good - chapter 5 should be explosive 💥😁
Ginger (0)
12/01/2023 0:56Chapter 1: Mark meets Grayson
Mark lived in New Jersey with his wife and two children. From a very early age, Mark knew he was attracted to guys, and although he loved his wife and tried to remain faithful to her, he had gay hookups on a few occasions throughout his marriage.
Professionally, Mark had accomplished a lot. He started his own hedge fund in New York City, and built an incredibly successful career for himself. His office is located in lower Manhattan right off Wall Street. Each day he makes the trek from his wealthy suburban town in New Jersey into NYC, leaving his car in Hoboken and taking the ferry across the Hudson river into lower Manhattan. Usually minding his own business on the ferry, that particular day he could feel someone eying him. When Mark looked up from reading his paper, he suddenly locked eyes with his admirer.
His name was Grayson. Grayson had just turned 20 and was a couple weeks’ shy of finishing his sophomore year at LIM, a fashion school in NYC. Born and raised in South Carolina, Grayson had a thick southern accent. He stood at 5’8, with beautiful blonde hair that wafted back behind his ears. He was skinny and dressed very feminine, wearing tight, very short shorts and a small white t-shirt that slightly exposed his midriff and pierced belly button. Femboys were Mark’s kryptonite, and he immediately began to feel his dick getting hard. Even though Mark was clearly very attracted to this boy, he decided to ignore his advances and try and continue reading his paper. Luckily for Mark, Grayson always went after what he wanted.
As Mark tried his hardest to keep his eyes on his paper, he could see out of his periphery someone walking towards him. Mark looked up and there he was. “Is someone sitting here,” Grayson asked. “No, it’s all yours bud,” said Mark, in a rushed, slightly surprised sounding voice. Mark was getting harder by the second now that he could see the boy up close. Grayson sat down next to Mark, “I’m Grayson,” he said. “Mark,” replied the ever increasingly excited older man. “You fill out a suit nicely. That chest.....woof.” Mark smirked, “You’re a forward little fella, aren’t ya? What makes you think you can say that to me?” “I could see the way you were looking at me from across the boat,” replied Grayson. “Am I wrong in my assumption that you find me irresistible?”
Marks grin widened, “Never lose that confidence, kid, it’ll get you far in life. Take it from someone much older and wiser.” Grayson interrupted Mark right then- “I’ll gladly take it from someone older and wiser,” said Grayson, biting his lip in lust. Mark slowly moved his eyes down Grayson’s body, and back up to catch Grayson’s eyes. “Give me your number,” Mark said with a sexy firmness. “I’ll give you anything you want, daddy,” Grayson answered in obedience. Mark’s dick was throbbing hard at this point. “I like my pretty boys to be sassy little queens. You’re going to make daddy real happy.” And so it began…
Chapter 2: Mark meets Owen
Owen had just finished his second year at the Parsons School of Design in New York. A few months back, Owen was offered an internship over the summer, and because he wanted to save money, he planned on commuting into the city from his parents’ house in Connecticut. That was his plan, however, unit he met Mark.
One evening, Mark and his wife attended a party thrown by a guy Mark used to do business with named Jeff. Jeff and Mark had known each other for years, and Jeff was giving his wife a surprise 50th birthday celebration. This was the last thing Mark wanted to do, but it would have been bad for business if he didn’t show his face at least for a little. The venue was upscale and intimate, and as Mark was waiting at the bar to get his wife and himself a drink, a young man came up and stood next to him.
“Ordering a drink, eh? You barely look 18,” joked Mark. “I’m just teasing. Name is Mark.” As Mark reach his hand out to shake this boy’s hand, he was startled by how beautiful he was. No taller than 5’8, he had the thickest, smoothest head of hear Mark had ever seen. On top of that, he was a ginger, but instead of orange, his hair was deep red, which Mark found so arousing. Mark immediately felt a flutter in his pants.
“I’m Owen. I guess there are perks when your father is the one throwing the party.” “Oh, you’re Jeff’s boy! I do business with your dad. It’s nice to meet you.” Owen began to blush. He had never been so attracted to an older man before. “I’m just ordering a drink for me and my boyfriend, who is around here somewhere.” Mark didn’t need to know he had a boyfriend to know Owen was gay. He was dressed in a very fitted button down, and tightly fitted jeans that showed his perfectly plump, round ass. Mark’s mind was racing as his attraction grew.
“Lucky fella, your boyfriend,” replied Mark. Mark was surprised he let those words come out of his mouth. Owen smiled and blushed some more. “I’d say so. He doesn’t appreciate me as much as he should, though,” Owen said in a playful manner. “Well gingers are a rarity, and they should be appreciated if you’re lucky enough to have one of your own,” Mark said in an equally playful tone. “Well we are fiery, that’s for sure,” Owen declared. The two held eye contact from that moment, both trying to suppress the intense attraction they felt for the other. “Here’s your drinks, sir,” said the bartender, forcing the two to break their illustrious stare down. As Mark picked up his drinks, he turned to Owen; “You make sure that boyfriend of yours appreciates you. Maybe I’ll see you around.” Mark winked and walked away.
Owen was left in awe. Was it him, or was Mark definitely flirting with him. No way, he told himself, this was his dad’s friend! And his wife is here! Nonetheless, Owen was left feeling all hot and bothered, and kept eyeing Mark throughout the night. Mark was wearing a light blue button down and suit pants, clearly having had come from work. His legs were massive, and his suit pants showed off his big manly ass. Every time Owen caught a glimpse of Mark bending his arm to take a sip of his drink, he drooled over Mark’s immense bicep as it looked like it was about to pop the fabric of his shirt wide open. Mark noticed Owen checking him out at the night progressed. At one point, he saw Owen heading towards the bathroom. Something in Mark made him follow Owen. Owen was washing his hands when Mark walked in. Seeing Mark walk into the bathroom through the reflection in the mirror, Owen’s heart immediately started to race.
Mark began to wash his hands in the adjacent sink, and the two made eye contact through the mirror. “You know, I can see you checking me out all night,” Mark said. “I…I…I’m sorry,” stammered Owen. “Don’t be,” Mark said in a deepening, assertive voice. Owen could feel his checks turn red, as his smile grew wider from ear to ear. “How about I take you out for a drink, and we can talk more about this asshole boyfriend,” said Mark. “I’d love that,” replied Owen. “And let’s just keep this between us. No need to tell your father.” “Absolutely,” responded Owen, as he thought in his head how angry his dad would be if he knew his friend was hitting on him like this. “Great. Glad we’re on the same page,” Mark said as he stepped closer to Owen. Friday, Whitehorse Tavern, 8pm?” Owen happily accepted. “I’ll be there.” And so it began…
MudFighterMel (0)
07/01/2023 16:33exciting and promising start; as a fights writer myself this has a lot of promise; keep going as we all are eager to see how the fight develops
Ginger (0)
12/01/2023 1:34(In risposta a questo)
Hey thanks I appreciate that!
Coolwin (0)
05/01/2023 13:17Amazing start to the story! Looking forward to hearing the next part
Ginger (0)
12/01/2023 1:35(In risposta a questo)
Thank u! Just posted the first 4 chapters
joeran (3)
03/01/2023 20:17Excellent story. Looking forward to the next chapter.
Ginger (0)
12/01/2023 1:35(In risposta a questo)
They’re up!
JonSteed (16)
03/01/2023 2:11Hot. I would love to be one of these two boys. Woof! Can’t wait to read more.
Ginger (0)
12/01/2023 1:36(In risposta a questo)
Lol me too. Posted more just now
WatchingPeelMan (0)
02/01/2023 16:19Hot! Definitely like to hear what happens next
Ginger (0)
12/01/2023 1:36(In risposta a questo)
Posted more!
MMCatfightFan132 (1)
02/01/2023 13:47Great start. Can’t wait to see where this goes.
Ginger (0)
12/01/2023 1:37(In risposta a questo)
Posted first 4 chapters - Let me know what u think!
MMCatfightFan132 (1)
16/01/2023 1:55(In risposta a questo)
Can’t wait for the rest.
Ginger (0)
02/01/2023 1:27I've been searching for good catfight stories and they're hard to come by, so I decided to begin writing my own. This story will be about a straight married daddy and his two femboy side pieces who are both competing for his attention. I'll be releasing chapters as I write them, but here is the intro:
Title: Femboys catfight for daddy
Intro
Never in his wildest dreams would Mark have thought TWO hot femboys would be brawling over him.
A typical wall street finance type, Mark was 52 years old and married to a woman, but recently began looking for a young twink to keep as his side piece and spoil along the way. Mark was incredibly handsome, with a full head of thick salt-and-pepper hair, a chiseled jaw and distinguished nose, and not to mention a smile that kills. Standing at 6’3, Mark was in great shape. His body was everything you want in a daddy; large muscular biceps, an exquisitely strong chest that perfectly fills out his shirts, a quintessential “dad bod” stomach, broad shoulders, a thick neck, and big meaty thighs.
Mark ended up meeting Grayson and Owen around the same time, who were both 20 years old and studying fashion in NYC. Fashion school wasn’t their only similarity: Grayson and Owen both stood at 5’8, with smooth toned bodies. Both were extremely feminine and girly, each with their own versions of sass. Even though Owen had dark red hair and Grayson was blonde, they looked like they could be brothers. Each had hair coming down behind their ears, though Grayson’s cut was more hipster than Owen’s more conservative style.
Soon after meeting both boys, Mark leased Grayson and Owen their own separate apartments for the summer in the same building, making it easy for Mark to come and go as he pleased. It didn’t take long before the boys became aware of one another, and their rival quickly developed into hatred. After finding out the boys had gotten into a physical fight in their elevator one night, Mark became increasingly aroused by the idea of them fighting over him. Thus began his mission to fuel this fire by purposefully making the other jealous.
One evening, Mark invited both boys to the same hotel suite, and once they realized the other was there, Mark sat back and took a front row seat as his two femboys lunged at each other and became viscously entangled in an all-out-spilling-into-every-room-hairpulling-catballing-screaming-kicking-wall-banging CATFIGHT.
Did Mark break them up eventually? Was it their last fight?
more to come!
nyc31 (14 )
26/06/2023 3:50(In risposta a questo)
so fucking hot.......
BACF1 (2 )
06/01/2023 10:19(In risposta a questo)
Love it now bring it home