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Brutal fight - traxxgalaxy - 07-03-2020
Here's a story about the need to kill your foe, even if you have already brutalized him in every way possible.
KAZAR VS. THE ENSLAVERS
Kazar and Lothar start to circle, they both are naked, their huge fat cocks and orange-sized balls bobbing between their muscled thighs, they mantained their hate-filled stare at each others, baring their teeth in a hungry smile.
Lothar, snarling with fury, held out his hands for a test of strenght “C’mon, boy, let’s see how strong you are.”
“I am the king stud here, big nigger beast”, sneered Kazar, he accepted the challange and they locked the fingers. The two warriors strained and heaved, their faces contorted with the effort as each tried to gain the ascendancy. Neither gives an inch at first but gradually it seemed as if Lothar’s ferocity, height and weight were winning through and he strated to get the necessary leverage to force Kazar to his knees.
Lothar opened his mouth to give a bloodcurdling roar of triumph as he slowly forced Kazar, now in an impossible position, flat onto his back on the mat, spreadeagled, their hands still locked and extended to each side, sothat Lothar was lying on top of Kazar, chest to chest, crotch to crotch, leg on leg.
“You are all piss and wind, king od the faggots” Lothar growls, his face only a couple of inches above Kazar’s.
But even as Lothar speaks, Brute had wrapped his long legs around Lothar’s waist and clamped on a bodyscissor. Lothar’s eyes opened wide in surprise as the sudden vice-like grip on his diaphragm asserted itself. “Fucking dumb nigger,” saied Kazar, lying back and letting his rock hard legs do the work, “ bet you’re a sucked for a bodyscissor every time”
As the blond king of the jungle pumped in the pressure, Lothar had to release the hand to hand grip in order touse his arms to break the bodyscissor before any real damage was done. It was another test of strength as Lothar, already feeling his breathing impaired, tried to prise Kazar’s legs apart while Kazar struggled to reassert the hold. But again, drawing on all his power, Lothat slowly succeeded in wrenching Kazar’s straining legs away from his waist.
For a second it looks as if Lothar was going to try to get to his feet, perhaps in order to turn Kazar over in a boston crab, a move that he had liked and used a lot in the wrestling arena when he had been a slave gladiator, but Kazar succeeded in knocking him sideways to the ground, leaping on him like a leopard. Legs and arms flied in all directions as the two bodies already slippery with sweat rolled around the dusty ground, seething and locked togheter inan angry and deadly embrace.
Kazar punched twice Lothar’s ribcage, while the giant Nubian kneeded his huge balls, the blond warrior grunted in pain and punched Lothar’s noose. Finally Lothar was able to grapevine Kazar’s legs and they came to rest almost at the chained slaves’ feet, who were witnessing the fight in the deepest fear. Lothar was once more on top “ Know what I think of you, white ass? he whispered and the giant Nubian dropped a gob of spit right into Kazar’s face, rubbing it with the palm of his hand.
Enraged by this insult, Kazar grabs Lothar in a headlock, forcing him sideways, and the next thing the two had, oblivious to thei surroundings, wrestled halfway into the slaves. With a mighty pull of his muscled legs, Kazar kicks the Nubian off him on his ass.
Back on their feet, they shaped up to each other, the sweat dripping off their muscled frames, and staring each other down. Lothar holded a hand out as if challenging his opponent to another test of strength but Kazar attemped to grab it in a armlock. Lothar was one step ahead, however, and slipped behind him, snapping a full nelson. “ Gotcha!!! Try getting’ out of this one, shithead” And the pressure that Lothar quickly exerted, forced a groan from Kazar’s throat.
The jungle lord strained desperately against the ferocious pressure on his neck, trying to stay erect.
What was even worse he could feel the thud of Lothar’s swollen cock against his vergin ass. He tried to reach up, to grab Lothar by the hair of his head but Lothar was bald, he was able to grab the left ear, forcing a scream of pain from the Nubian’s lips, but the sweat pouring off the black skin had made it slippery, and Kazar lost his hold. Lothar laughed in his earhole: “ You are up against a champion gladiator, boy. I’ve broken tougher fighters than you, sweetheart”.
Increasingly frustated, Kaar tried to drag himself free, but Lothar lifted the smaller white man right off his feet, swinging him around. Dropping him back to his feet, the black Nubian started to add a savage screw to the downward thrust, witch brought forth the first scream of pain from Kazar’s clenched teeth. But even in that instant, Kazar doubbled over, surprising the bigger Nubian, and reached down and grabbed Lothar’s legs, dragging them forward so them the big fighter crashed backwards to the mat with Kazar on top of him. Kazar rolled away from his opponent, intent on trying to regroup and get his neck working again but Lothar, on a roll now, was onto him straightaway. “Get up, boy!” he hissed and dragged his hated foe to his feet by the blond hair of his head, immediately picking him up in a crotch hold, holding him high in the air with one hand twisting Kazar’ bull balls, beads of sweat spraying off the horizontal golden body onto the smiling face of his cruel opponent, before powerslamming him to the ground with such force that it seemed to send a shudder through the earth.
Kazar groaned in pain, while Lothar bodypressed the smaller fighter. Kazar’a attempts to kick out the bodypress seemed increasingly fleeble.
Lothar did not pursue the bodypress, but instead sit on Kazar’s chest, sothat his 12” huge cock, now at full mast, was nudging his victim’s chin. “Whadya say, blondie, want to quit now, and suck my big black cock before starting breaking bones?”
But again it was Kazar’s greatest agility that came to the rescue, as he kicked his long powerful legs back to capture Lothar’s body, dislodging him and then consolidating with another bodyscissor, applied sideways on the mat.
“I like breaking bones, slaver” and Kazar dug his knees in with everythings he had got, determinated to make the big Nubian holler. Lothar just gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, equally determinated to contain his agony. Kazar’s fists flyed, quicker than a cobra’s attack, hitting the black fighter on his lips, his right ear, his throat, his ribs. Kazar screamed in rage and judging the anglemore carefully now, to put the hurt on liver and kidneys, he summoned all his power for the big cruncher. And this time the spasms of pain were sosudden that before he realized it, Lothar had uttered a shriek of horror.
“That’s more like it, man” grinned Kazar, content for the moment to settle back with the scissor and his powerfull punches, getting his own breath back and enjoying just controlling his enemy.
Kazar relaxed his grip too much, and Lothar was able to kick his way out of the hold. He scrambled to get to his feet, but Kazar, agile as ever, flung himself at him from behind, driving his hugly face forward to the dirty ground, reapplying the bodyscissor from the top position and quickly snapping on a full nelson for good measure.
Kazar drove his knees into his victim’ sides and added a bit of punishing pressure to the full nelson, and he was rewardedwitha sob of frustation from Lothar, whi could not only feel Kazar’s 14” fat mighty cock lying full lengh in the small of his back, but was also awareof the heel of Kazar’s foot rubbin itself against his crotch. And the blond man’sweat is splashing down onto him underneath.
Kazar was beginning to have himself a good time as he rode the captive Nubian hard, all the time reminding him of his great tool witch is now well lubrificated with pre-cum. “ I’m gonna ripe your muscle bound ass of yours for good, before smashing your nose on the ground and kill you” chuckes the lord of the jungle, and working the full nelson from left to right he wiped Lothar’s nose against the dirty ground.
However Kazar had understimated Lothar who suddenly pushed himself up from the mat by his hands. Kazar tried to use the full nelson to keep him under control but Lothar was incredible strong.
Lothar got tohis knees, now he sized Kazar’s constricting legs so that he was trapped in apiggy back position. Kazar tried desperately to control the mighty bigger fighter with the full nelson but Lothar’s thick column of neck withstanded the mighty assault that had breaked mighty warriors.
With a big effort he rose to his feet, carrying a helpless Kazar pillion-style on his back.
Lothar decided for a broke, checking out the area, the big nubian noticed that there was a big palm tree a coupple of feet off the edge of the camp. Carrying his passenger, who had given up the full nelson and gone for a more effective strangle hold in an effort to make Lothar drop him, the big Nubian heade for the tree, at last minute swelling around on his heels and crashing Kazar’s back into the rough trunk with such force that the tree swayed crazily from side to side. He repeated the treatment, this time massaging Kazar’s flesh against the gnarled surface.
“Arrrrgghh!!” groaned Kazar in agony, sagging under the attack. Lothar dropped him off, swinged around and lifted a knee right into Kazar’s balls. Kazar’s mouth opened in a silent scream.
There was a look of triumph in Lothar’s deep black eyes as he grabbed Kazar by the balls and walked him around. His callous hand felt how big and ponderous his balls werw, they looked like made of solid rubber.
Still holding Kazar by the balls, insolently he slapped Kazar’s face, to and fro, with his free hand, yelling out “One! Two! Three! Four!” with each slap. The big Nubian thought that it was time to apply a bearhug. His bearhug was a killer, the hold he liked most, he liked to squeeze the life out of his victim.
Releasing his grip on Kazar’s balls, Lothar slowly wrapped his huge, muscled arms around Kazar’s midsection and locked his hands in preparation for the main assault.
“C’mon Kazar, fight it” taunted Lothar. Kazar seemed to register this message becouse he circled Lothar with his own arms to challenge his bearhug. They standed there in the centre of nowhere, locked togheter, faces only inches apart, their sweat soaked bodies straining and heaving, their throbbing cocks jammed up hard against each other.
Lothar appreciated the challange becouse he had supreme confidence in his bearhug. There was a thin, chilling smile on his big lips as he cranked up the pressure and tested Kazar to the full. And the blond Adonis began to buckle; he was forced to relax, if not relinquish, his own bearhug and he standed on tiptoe to try to ease the awful pressure on his torso with Lothar was beginning to exert.
Kazar knew that if his feet leaved the ground, he was gone, but as Lothar stepped up the pressure to the next threshold of torture, Kazar, his diaphragm beginning to seize up on him, had no option but to cling on, desperately grapevining his legs around Lothar’s. The taller black man simply smiled with pleasure and demonstrated that he still had new reservoirs of power to draw upon, crushing Kazar in his arms like a ragdoll.
It was time for desperate measures and Kazar headbutted Lothar’s chin and in the same time grabbed his huge nipples and wrenched them ferociously. Taken by surprise, Lothar for a moment relaxed his grip, allowing Kazar to insert his arms between their bodies. Opening his throat and letting out an ear-splitting warcry, Kazar straightened his legs and simultaneously thrusted his arms out and upward in a cataclysmic movement which broke the hold.
Exhausted both by the bearhug and the effort of escaping it, the blond fighter collapsed to the mat, trying to roll out of harm’s way. The beautiful golden body, now racked with pain, lied crumpled almost at Lothar’s feet, his back to his attacker. Angry at having been thwarted, Lothar strode towards his fallen foe.
Lothar grabbed the lord of jungle by his blond hair and dragged him to his knees, then to his feet, wanting to apply the bearhug from behind. Sensing his last possibility, Kazar swiveled to one side, reached down and picked up Lothar in a face-down crotch hold, stomach-dropping him to his waiting knee. It was all done so quickly that Lothar hardly realized what had happened. The big Nubian rolled onto his back, clutching his belly, whereupon Kazar jumped on him with both feet, landing right on the solar plexus. Lothar’s scream was so deafening that the whole jungle seemed to fall in a deep silence, as the blond warrior stand over Lothar, his immense cock swinging from side to side.
Kazar yanked him to his feet by his ears “An eye for an eye, you bastard”, he spat and seizing Lothar by the hand he Irish-whipped him face forward into the palm-tree. Lothar was slammed at full force against the tree-trunk, face and cock first, half second later Kazar hurled himself at him, his newly swollen cock crashing against his victim’s exposed buns. Then he turned Lothar around, pinning him with his back to the trunk and headbutted him repeatedly in the gut, he pressed himself against Lothar’s body, and began to punch his gut, lefts and rights, with such a speed that he landed twenty or twentyfive punches in less than 15 seconds..
The blond fighter nailed the larger and taller enemy with a vicious knee-lift to his balls, Lothar started to doubble over only to meet an uppercut to his chin. Kazar stepped away to watch his handywork. A smirk crossed his face. The lord of the jungle wasted little time and quickly closed with his larger opponent. He slammed the palms of his hands against Lothar’s ears. The slap made the big Nubian’s ring as he slid to a seated position, his face abot crotch height. Kazar pulled his right hand back, made a half fist and sent his knuckles into Lothar’s throat. Lothar clutched his throat with both hands. Kazar took immediate advantage of the Nubian’s vulnerability and slammed his foot into his exposed balls, twice. Lothar dropped his right hand to clutch his hurt nuts.
Kazar slapped his face back and forth, Lothar’s head started to spin and he brought his hands to the side of his head to shield it from Kazar’s slaps., as he gained his feet. Kazar took half step back and scoop kicked him underneath his crotch and racked his balls with his instep. Lothar closed his knees too late and lashed out wildly with a fist, hoping to connect with Kazar’s bull balls and slow down his attacks. Kazar had expected Lothar to try for his balls much sooner and he simply knocked his fist out of the way.
Lothar was almost in a blind rage as Kazar pranced in and out of range, his monster cock and balls swinging tantilizingly between his powerful legs. Lothar wanted to bash his balls before killing him but he understimated the blond jungle lord. Kazar jumped in air and wrapped his muscled legs around his neck and swinging his weight he forced Lothar at a sommersault, slamming him to the ground. Lothar, a little dazed, went to his feet, Kazar bounced back and forth, in and out, each time he landed a blow to the big Nubian’s hulking body. An insulting slap to the side of his head, a punch to the throat or to the gut, or a kick to the balls. Kazar danced around Lothar and hit him from all angles, not letting him rest or know where the next attack would come from.
Kazar went behind Lothar and drove his toes into Lothar’s swelling scrotum. Lothar fell to his knees, Kazar circled his head under his armpit and bulldogged him face first to the ground. Lothar tried to grab Kazar’s body between his dangerous limbs, but the blond warrior was too fast for him and in no time he was on his feet again .
Slowly the big stunned Nubian gained his feet, Kazar charged, slamming his right shoulder against his gut, lifting him off the ground. With a fluid movement, he lifted his havier opponent on his shoulder and back slammed him back to the ground. Lothar did not have time to react, Kazar had already grabbed both his ankles, lifting them from the ground, his mighty black legs forming a wide V, Kazar stomped his balls, flattening his swollen scrotum against his bony pubes. Lothar jacknifed in a silence scream of pain but Kazar’s knee hit his nose, breaking it and slamming the big Nubian back to the ground.
Kazar’s power packed stomp demolished the last of Lothar’s defences. Kazar slid between the Nubian’s spread legs and pump handled his battered balls with eight forearms smashes to his vulnerable defenseless balls. Kazar was getting a real charge out of bashing Lothar’s balls and watching them swell to the size of a grapefruit.
Kazar cocked his fist and aimed right for Lothar’s balls. He twisted his fist as his knuckles impacted with Lothar’s manhood, four, five , six times he punched Lothar’s balls with his power packed right fist. Lothar was delirious as lighting bolts of agonizing pain shot through his crotch as Kazar proceeded to work them over. Lothar’s scrotum was stretched taughtly over his swollem balls, the skin was paper thin and it appeared as though it would explode at any second.
Kazar grabbed Lothar’s left nut and pinched it between his strong fingers, he felt the swollen mass of flesh that was beginning to turn to mush. Lothar was whimpering in and out of his senses, Kazar stood up and kicked Lothar’s legs even wide apart. He raised his fist over his head and then dropped to his knees, bringing his fist piledriving down with the force of a blockbuster bomb. Lothar’s ball nerly exploded when Kazar’s fist impacted with his hairy scrotum.
Lothar screamed hoarsely, before blanking out, only to gain again his senses few seconds later when Kazar clawed his mangled manhood with a vicious nut cracker. Kazar twisted his balls twice before leaving them destroyed. Kazar had cracked them and cracked them good.
Lothar was almost when he felt himself lifted by his ears to a standing position, Kazar was behind him, “ And now baby, for the ultimate bearhug” he said. Lothar felt his ribcage circled by two anacondas, Kazar could hardly circle the immense chest of his enemy, after carefully positioning his feet firmly on the ground, he seized Lothar and in one crunching movement, he put the bearhug, lifting the 360 pounds muscleman right off the mat.
Lothar made a pathetic attempt to fight the hold, but he was a spent force, Kazar doubbled the pressure. All the air was pumped out of his lungs, with another squeeze Kazar broke two or three ribs of the defeated Nubian., who hanged there helpless in Kazar’s deadly embrass.
Lothar was on the verge to pass out, when Kazar opened his arms and the big Nubian fell to his knees, hia arms dangling useless on his sides, his hands resting on the ground, his head bent down, he did not have the force to even lift it. Kazar was just behind him, his legs spreaded, grinning, his arms large along his sides, ready for the last triumph, the ultimate imageof the victor: “Time to go to bed, slave” as he approached his fallen enemy, circled his neck with his powerfull arms in a sleepering hold, his biceps contracted, reaching an impossible pick, crushing the neck of the fleebily struggling Lothar in the deadly vise, Lothar stopped to fight, Kazar kept his hold for 30 seconds more, before kicking Lothar’s back to the ground senseless.
Kazar planted his right foot on his neck and screamed his victory howl to the jungle.
The jungle lord massagged his bull balls and stroked his mighty prick, after two days of fights he needed to fuck like never before. He knelt over Lothar’s legs, his hands spreaded wide his asscheeks, he pressed his impossible hard cock against the virgin hole of the mighty Nubian and with a sudden push he entered at full force, with two other thrust his balls slammed against the muscled black buns.. Lothar was waken up by the sharp pain that irradiated from his ass, he screamed in horror, as he felt his insides being ripped apart by that huge prick and began to crawl only to be stopped by two rabbit punches to his neck by the blond warrior. Kazar began to rape his hated enemy, in and out in most savage way, the blond dominator wanted his reward and the speed and the force of his fuck was simply incredible, Lothar had not even the force to cry, he was whimpering like a baby. After few minutes Kazar reached his orgasm, and screamed again his victory howl, he almost blanked out for the pleasure, it was like a bomd that exploded from his groin up to his brain: he had never felt something like this. For two long minutes he filled Lothar’s ass with his white hot seeds, sprinkling out of the ravaged ass, forming a small pool between Lothar’s legs.
Kazar collapsed over Lothar’s back. The big Nubiam tried to escape, but Kazar was ready for him.
He grabbed Lothar’s arms, and still inside him, he sat over his ass, and applied a raping camel-clutch. He tortured Lothar for more than 15 minutes befero reaching another powerful orgasm.
Kazar scissored Lothar’s waist and squeezed him senseless, before raping his ass again.
The blond jungle lord put Lothar in painful Boston crab that had him pleading for mercy for more than half hour, then he raped him again.
Kazar grabbed Lothar’s right leg and positioned it betwen his legs and arms and applied a painful leglock and anklelock. Lothar screamed and cried, Kazar stopped only when he heard a satysfying sound of ripped legaments, then he fucked his mouth, exploding his powerfull orgasm all over his face and chest.
Kazar sat on the big Nubian back and dislodged his shoulders from his sockets, then he forced Lothar on his feet, with a sadistic smile he kicked his sole good leg, right on the knee, breaking it.
The big Nubian collapsed to the ground whimpering in pain. Kazar knelt beside him, he move d his hands over his body, Lothar screamed as the blond’s strong fingers clawed his gut, his pecs, his face, his armpits, till his whole body was a bloody mess. Kazar face-fucked him again. Lothar lost his senses again.
Kazar was not satysfied yet, he grabbed his wrists and stomped them, breaking each wrist bones, he broke four or five fingers of his hands, before taking his right arm between hia strong hand and with a sudden knee-lift he broke his right arm.
Lothar was on his back, barely alive, his legs broken as well his right arms and both his wrists, 3 or 4 ribs of him, his balls busted, his lungs piersed by his broken ribs, his internal organs destroyed by the claw holds and by the hard rapes, his face was a bloody mess, his nose and lips broken, his eyes swollen shut, scratches all over his body. He was bleeding from his mouth and nose, as well from his cock and ass. Kazar decided to put an end to his misery: he straddle his chest, he spat his face, and pissed in his mouth, then he grabbed his head with both his hands and slowly he turned his head to his right, twisting it to an impossible angle, witha sudden jerk he broke his neck.
Kazar noticed that the sun had reached the horizon, the last sunset rays were reaching the jungle land, Kazar collapsed exhausted over the dead body of his most powerful enemy ever.
In the following three days, Kazar freeded the 40 slaves, but not before having fucked them all. It was the greatest victory of the lord of the jungle and the freeded natives created incredible legends about what they had witnesses.