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Killer Stories - sturmendonner - 10-26-2022
THE DEATH FIGHT
It was a secret place, a secret arena, where older men could deliver themselves a genuine Death Fight and very well well-heeled older men this fight also unobserved and recognized only to regard could. There were illegal Death Fights tournaments, in which always two older men competed against each other until the end only two old fighters remained to a final final fight, in a special arena. The old men had to fight each other in a certain time until one of the two old men killed his opponent at the end of the fight. The rules of the death match were simple. The old men (opponents) always fight naked, it is fought until one of the old men kills his old opponent in these e.g. strangles, breaks the neck or kicks and punches an old opponent dead. This is the only condition in the unarmed fight. The goal for the two older men in this fight was always clear to them. To inflict severe brutal pain and injury on their opponent as long as it takes to kill the old opponent in this fight. If one of the older men manages to beat his opponent with his knee, foot or fist so brutally on the body or on the tail until his body and his tail is so wounded that the opponent can no longer and collapses or one of the two older men manages to kill the opponent, so he would be the winner of the death match. The paying guests were also older men, naked and satisfied themselves with excitement of these fights until their stiff cocks hurt and they only pumped out bright pleasure fluid because their sperm was all. They remained unrecognized by the fighting old men, unnamed and none of the spectators would reveal what was happening in this place.
Today, the last two old naked men faced each other in the ultimate final fight - for one of them the fight will end as a winner, for the other with death, but it could also happen in this fight that both old opponents fight and hurt each other so hard, brutally and doggedly that they kill each other both old fighters in this fight. It was a very special mystical arena for the last fight. It was circular and about only 12.5 square meters, which was just about 4 meters in diameter. The floor consisted of a seamless medium-hard light blue rubber coating. The perimeter was made of 2.50 m high and 1.00 m wide seamlessly laid white marble slabs, which formed a perfect circle. The doors from which the two old men come to their last fight were embedded in it. Above the arena and in the marble walls was not for the fighters recognizable cameras installed, so that the only paying themselves at the fight exciting old men also in detail and also in enlargement could see like both old opponents mutually fight, dismantle, themselves ge-genseitig to the pain limit and also beyond and in the end the one old fighter the other kills or also both fighters mutually would kill. The doors opened and the two old men entered their stage, on which they will fight each other to the blood and to the death of one. Both old men saw each other for the first time. They strode towards each other very slowly, wide-legged with their knees slightly bent and their bent arms already a bit bent. Paul and Enock fixed themselves and devoured the body of the other with their eyes. Especially the big balls and the big cock of the other excited the other. Both old men shone as if oiled, with sweat. The lights had dimmed, bathing the arena in a mystical almost ghostly light as the two nearly naked older opponents entered the arena of death. . Each of the two old men was completely excited to kill the other old opponent and feared only in this fight the defeat - because a defeat brought death. Neither of the two old fighters had not fought through so long with many pains, wounds until here to end as losers of them both old fighters now. The state of mind of Enock as well as Paul was totally excited and horny to dismantle, smash and in the end kill the other in this fight. The Death Game aroused, satisfied their lust and fantasy for this final battle for life and death. The bodies of the two old fighters were completely flooded with testosterone and adrenaline which now increased their impersonation behavior, fighting behavior, as well as copulation urge to fuck the other in the fight. Now they met in the arena, for the last fight. Enock, 68, against Paul, 70. Enock was from Burundi and was an entrepreneur in Europe until retirement. He was a very black about 1.75 to 176m stocky strong man. Enock probably weighed 85 to 90 kg. Despite his strong stomach, he was very muscular and well-toned and had an intimidating bull neck. His head was bald and shiny like his whole body already, from sweat due to tension and from excitement, as if oiled. His mightily shaved scrotum also shone as if oiled. Which you could see although he wore a fiery red thong in the crotch. Only around his cock and chest were some short black hairs visible. Around his powerful balls he wore a very wide shining fire red cock ring, just like around his long, strong and powerful cock, which enhanced the size of his manhood. His stiff, hard black member lay almost horizontally wedged between his thong and his belly, so that one could easily see this mighty stiff hard cock and the glans, also swollen to bursting, above the thong and in the one leg opening. The veins that had popped out were clearly visible on the shaft, they were pumped full of blood. The floodlights were automatically turned on as the two magnificent stocky old and muscular men entered the arena. Each of these two men had already sent six other men to their deaths in Death Fights Baettle to qualify for today's fight." Both old men knew it. Paul was also a rugged, stocky good-looking old guy, also with an equal amount of belly build. He was about 5'7" to 5'7" and weighed 90 to 95 pounds. His head and body shone just like his present opponent, but Paul was half bald and his gray-white hair was only down the sides and back. He had a healthy bronze-brown skin due to the sun, which made his body hair appear even lighter. His body was also still very muscular despite his age. His arms and thighs were also very muscular just like his opponent Enock. His legs were just as stockily muscular as Enock's, but they were heavily hairy like his stomach and chest. Paul also had his powerful scrotum shaved smooth, which was even a little larger than his present deadly opponent. His powerful, long, thick cock was framed by bushy gray pubic hair, but appeared to be slightly shorter and thicker. Just like Enock, Paul wore a wide cock ring around his huge clean-shaven scrotum and powerful cock, but in bright glacial blue - translucent. Just like his opponent, Paul wore a thong to match his cock rings in glacier blue. His swollen, hard cock was horizontal just like his deadly old opponent's, but his hairiness made it less visible than his counterpart's. Paul was a doctor until his retirement and it excited him for a long time to see such fights and also to do it himself. Due to the cock rings, around their genitals, these were now also swollen to maximum size, to the point of pain and showed a state of high arousal. Enock ran his right over his thighs, into his crotch and then over his balls to his cock. Then he took his mighty stiff hard cock out of his thong, grasped his shaft with his thumb and forefinger. Now he started to drive up and down the shaft with his thumbs and index finger. A clearly long thread of pre-sperm formed with excitement and poured out of the cleft of his glans. He looked into Paul's face with an excited, cold expression. From his eyes flashed the excitement, the hatred, the greed and desire to maltreat Paul today in battle, to inflict severe pain and wounds to kill him in the end. With his other hand Enock ran over his belly to his thick strong breasts that twitched with arousal. Paul devoured Enock with his eyes, he also watched it with full excitement, hatred and equally full of lust and greed for the upcoming fight and began to excite Enock similarly. He took out his very large powerful scrotum and his stiff thick hard cock from his thong and also massaged his shaft with his thumb and index finger. Both old men slowly walked towards each other wide-legged with arousal, both old men eyeing each other until their wet, bulging acorns pressed into each other's bellies and their pre-cum oozing from the acorns wiped itself on their bellies. Enock began to play with both hands first with thumb and forefinger on Paul's nipples to excite them until they were hard. Following that, Enock ran his flat hand from Paul's heavily white-haired strong chest, down his hard hairy belly and over Paul's big, stiff, hard and thick cock to his super clean-shaven huge balls. Paul did the same to his slightly younger opponent at the same time. Paul now began to work Enock's nipples with both hands as well. He twisted and pulled the nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they began to ache. Both of them ran their fingertips over their smooth powerful scrotums most gently for sure, got excited, started moaning, and then massaged their balls intensely. Then Enock reached into Paul's thong to yank it off Paul's body with a jerk. Enock moaned with excitement you old white bastard won't need that anyway when I'm done with you, I'm going to kill you old white bastard today in this fight. Then you won't need your old sa-men squirting stinky dick anyway. He guided Paul's thong to his face smelled it intensely, watching Paul excitedly and looking him in the eyes, it excited both old men. Then he threw Paul's thong away disregardingly, deprecatingly and challengingly, massaging his massive also shaved balls and sei-nen stiff, hard very big cock with the other hand. For both, the tension built up more and more, almost to the unbearable. Both old opponents look full of hatred and the insatiable greed in the eyes to kill the other. Each of the two old men were hot to inflict the other in this fight as brutal pain and injury as possible to kill the other at the end of the fight. Now Paul also tore off Enock's thong with a jerk. To further arouse his black slightly younger opponent. Paul also smelled Enock's thong intensely, also looking Enock in the eyes with hatred, anger and greed for the fight, to then throw his thong into the arena just as disregardfully, deprecatingly and challengingly. A cold shiver ran down Paul's spine with excitement and he felt a strong indescribable tingling in his belly and balls in anticipation of what was to come. "YOUR BLACK DRICKY LIFE ENDS TODAY, YOU BLACK OLD BASTARD!" growled the Paul. Enock grinned pointing his finger across his throat and moaning "YOU OLD WHITE PISS; SPERMA AND SWEAT STINKING DRICKSAU I WILL CASE YOU TODAY BEFORE I FUCK YOU AND THEN KILL YOU," Enock joked to Paul. An automatic gong sounded, and the lights dimmed except for the arena. Both old men looked even stronger and beefier. Enock grinned coldly at Paul and groaned "THE TO-DESS GAME BETWEEN US BOTH BEGINS, TIME TO DIE YOU OLD IMPO TENTER WICHSER!", Paul grinned coldly and threatened "NO WAY YOU BLACK ASS FUCKED BASTARD, I WILL CUT YOU UP, I WILL FINISH YOU OFF, I WILL FUCK YOUR BLACK ASS AND BEFORE I KILL YOU, I WILL RIP YOUR DIRTY BLACK SLICK BALLS AND YOUR BIG STIFF COCK OFF YOUR BODY. EN STIFF COCK FROM THE BODY SEPARATE AND YOU BLACK DIRTY SOW SO EMASCULATE! You'll be the one I'll end up spraying my seed in your face and your old gob. I will drag YOUR bloody corpse by the feet out of this arena first," Enock threatened. They both spun around each other as they made their threats, their big powerful smooth balls and stiff hard cocks bobbing with each step. The cocks were at an angle of about 110 to 115° upward. The wide glowing cock rings on their powerful balls and tails excited both old opponents. Enock raised his arms and spread his mighty hands to challenge Paul now to start a power struggle to see who would bring who to their knees first. He moaned, "COME YOU WHITE DRAGON!" Paul didn't have to be asked twice. Paul moaned "YOU BLACK DICK SUCK STIRRING SOON ENOUGH". He also raised his arms and the powerful hands of the two old men interlocked. Both kept interlocking until they felt they had the optimum fighting grip. Then both old men tried to bend or twist the other's wrists so that the other old opponent would have to get on his knees. Their thighs were fully tensed, as were their butt cheeks. You could see the muscles under the skin of her ass cheeks despite her age. This struggle over whether black Enock or white Paul would bring his opponent to his knees had been going on for almost 20 minutes. Both old men now began to breathe and moan noticeably louder from exertion but also from the excitement of the fight. From both the bodies shone like oiled and it began to smell noticeably after sweat and sperm. Their stretched or sometimes slightly bent arms moved from a raised posture to a horizontal one and also their distances between them varied from a wide one when both of them noticeably braced themselves against each other because both of them had their arms up to a very narrow distance when they had their arms horizontal and each of them tried to turn the other one's own arms on his back. In this position, their powerful cocks pressed into the other's belly or balls. Enock as well as Paul sweated very much, moaned very strongly before effort and everyone tried now as the first to bring his thigh now between those of the other. Enock as well as Paul looked aggressively and full of hate into each other's eyes. Both felt the beginning of the decision who kills whom at the end has begun. Enock pressed his smooth thigh inch by inch between Paul's hairy thighs and Paul pressed his thigh between Enock's hairless thighs. Their bellies and breasts were already touching as both released their power grip and wedged themselves into a brutal, painful bear hug. On this situation both old fighters hoped and waited. Each tried at this moment to ram his thigh into the other's mighty balls as hard and as brutally as it was possible. This really small chance Paul used first. He managed to hit Enock's mighty balls with his thigh a few moments before Enock did. Enock also roared in pain, clenching his hands on Paul's back and digging his fingernails into Paul's back so that they penetrated Paul's skin and the first blood flowed. Enock's thigh also hit his target only no longer with such hardness. But Pauls also cried out and moaned from the hit of the thigh on his bulging, hard and big balls, but this thrust was not so hard and brutal. He clawed his fingernails in pain in both sides of Enock's belly. Even until his fingernails pierced Enock's black skin and Enock was now bleeding too. Paul took advantage of Enock's first moment of weakness and clutched Enock's bald head with both hands and rammed his thigh into Enock's soft tissue the second time. A pitiful moan and whimper escaped Enock in pain. Paul thought Enock was about to go down on his knees and wanted to ram his knee into his opponent's thick balls again. But explosively with a scream of pain and rage Enock clutched Paul and he pushed the surprised Paul with full force with his entire back against the marble boundary of the arena that one heard the impact loudly clapping as Paul crashed with his back again. Paul could no longer clutch Enock in pain and released him. Immediately free Paul emitted a terrible cry of pain, When Enock rams his foot sole with full force in the stomach. Enock then briefly lost his balance and stumbled, leaving Enock at Paul's feet. Paul doubled over in pain in his back from the impact. He pressed his back against the cool marble to recover briefly, enjoying the relief from the wounds Enock gave him with his fingernails. Enock also used this brief moment to rub and massage his aching balls and look at the bleeding sides of his stomach. Then he saw Paul leaning against the wall right in front of him. Groaning, he turned on his knees straightened his upper body and grabbed Paul's thigh with his left hand. He looked down and grabbed Enock's bald head with both hands and tried to twist it massively to break Enock's neck. Enock moaned and screamed from the sharp pain spreading down his throat despite tensing his neck muscles. Not wanting Paul to come forward and kill him after such a short fight, he brutally rammed his clenched fist into Paul's balls first with a short, hard punch. Paul immediately let go of Enock's head and screamed, moaned and whimpered from the stabbing and burning pain in his big massive balls and then Enock rammed his clenched fist a second time, even harder, into the smooth massive balls. The blow was so painful that Paul could only whimper pitifully. He felt sick, Paul felt the bile and the stomach pumping, he felt dizzy and took some uncoordinated steps. He slid his back against the marble wall and his bloody back stained the white wall red. Paul held his massive burning, throbbing balls with his left hand and with his right hand he propped himself up against the wall a few times and at the same time he threw up and vomited into the arena before his legs gave out and his powerful massive body crashed to the floor in the middle of the arena. Enock was still sitting on the edge groaning and rubbing his aching neck with his left hand, which hurt very badly as Paul tried to twist his head with brute force to break his opponent's neck. With his right hand he also rubbed and massaged his burning, throbbing balls. He looked over at Paul furiously with hatred and began to twist on his knees groaning and crawling towards Paul in pain. A small pool of blood had also formed where Enock sat, on the blue mat. His balls thick, big balls rubbed against his thighs as he did so and his stiff cock bobbed up and down. Paul who was moaning and whimpering massaging and stroking his balls from the brutal pain in his balls, was meanwhile still lying on his back in the middle of the mat. Now he also turned on his knees and crawled towards Enock also moaning and moaning softly. Both knelt wide-legged so close to each other that Enock's glans bored into Paul's belly button and Paul's cock pushed between Enock's thighs and pressed on his ass crack. Paul grabbed the root of his cock and straightened his cock vertically between their bellies. He then let his hand fall loosely back to his side. Both old men now moved so close to each other that both big cocks touched each other and pressed into the bellies of the two old fighters. Their massive clean-shaven balls were touching. Both start completely cold, emotionless and full of hate into each other's eyes. Neither spoke a word, no reaction from either, as if they were both waiting for a certain sign. Suddenly both old fighters embraced each other with their left arm and with their right hand both formed a claw and rammed into each other's balls. Both brutally clutched each other's balls with thumb and forefinger and immediately dug the fingernails of middle, ring and little fingers into the scrotum of the opponent. Enock as well as Paul tried to slit, rip or scratch the opponent's scrotum with their fingernails and severely injure or destroy the testicles of the other old man's enemy who was deadly in this fight. Both old men roared, moaned, whimpered and wailed from this brutal unprecedented pain, even though both had several years under their belts and had also survived several deadly fights. With their left arm, both had managed to come under their opponent's right arm. Enock grabbed Paul's face to push Paul's head back. His fingernails, from his index and middle fingers, dug into Paul's eyebrows, his ring fingernail into his eyelid, his small fingernail into his cheek, and his thumbnail into the soft skin under his lower jaw. Blood oozed from the wounds. Paul had pressed the heel of his hand under Enock's lower jaw and his fingernails pressed into the skin under his nose until the blood came. His thumbnail dug deep into the soft skin at the end of the lower jaw. At the same time, to make the pain much more brutal and unbearable, they both tore at their scrotums. Due to the resulting additional brutal pain in their scrotums, both old men roared and wailed heartbreakingly. Both old men knew that the decision was approaching and the first one to bleed out or pass out or be brutally injured by the other would die at the other's hand. The secret old naked observers watching this fight had already jerked off several times with excitement and intense ejaculations. In the arena it smelled very strongly of sweat, sperm, blood and urine. Under Enock and Paul had formed a large pool of blood, their thighs shone from the blood, with Paul clearly red. The blood from their faces ran down their necks and breasts toward the mat, as did the blood from the other wounds. Their movements became slower, the roar, scream was only a moan and whimper. Paul also totally at the end, both exhausted, noticed that his deadly slightly younger opponent was weakening. Enock's grip softened, on Paul's face as well as on Paul's scrotum, and he slumped and fell full length onto his stomach where he lay moaning. But Paul also collapsed and fell onto his side. He struggled to breathe and also to endure the pain of the struggle. When his eyes fell on one of the thongs lying in the arena. Paul turned over onto his stomach groaning as well and crawled towards the thong. Paul trailed a trail of blood behind him. Once he had the thong he crawled back to Enock. Paul agonized on his knees behind Enock, moaning. He twisted the thong into a purr grabbed Enock's large, now soft bleeding scrotum. Paul pulled Enock's big scrotum and his mighty stiff cock backwards between his thighs. Now Paul put the thong around Enock's scrotum and his cock. Now Enock woke up again and moaned to Paul "PLEASE DON'T". Paul looked coldly and full of hate to Enock and moaned only "I PROMISED YOU BLACK DICKSAU I WILL CASE YOU; THEN I WILL FUCK YOU AND THEN I WILL KILL YOU SLOWLY". Paul pulled the two ends of Tanga together so that they cut off Enock's balls. Enock's balls became plump again, hard and shiny as if oiled, because the scrotum was so contracted. You could now also see the severe wounds Paul had made on Enock's scrotum and testicles with his fingernails. Enock moaned, whimpered in pain and begged to keep his testicles and cock. But Paul tightened the noose harder and higher. The thong was now cutting deeper and deeper into Enock's skin from his balls and onto his cock. Enock roared from the indescribable pain and fear of losing his balls and cock now again stronger and tried to free himself from this hopeless situation. But it was over. Paul now pushed Enock's ass down with his left foot and with both hands he pulled the ends of the thong further and further apart, so that the thong cut deeper and deeper into Enock's soft parts which Paul had wrapped around Enock's big balls and the mighty stiff cock. Enock roared in pain, Paul's cock was fully swollen again, hard and stiff and Paul roared with excitement "I WILL CASTRATE YOU OLD DEPENDENT BLACK HENGST NOW AND THEN KILL YOU, ONE OF US BOTH IS TOO MUCH IN THIS ARENA" I will castrate you now. With a brutal jerk, Paul ripped off Enock's balls and cock, clapping clearly audible as they fell to the mat. Paul, full of excitement, took Enock's formerly big, hard balls and his big cock in his hand and looked at them, stroking the balls and the cock of his slightly younger opponent with his fingers. "Aaaaaghhggh!" cried Enock, his old face wrinkled and contorted in agony. Immediately, Paul raised his arms in a victory pose. Blood emerged from under Paul's planted foot - Enock's blood. Paul stepped down from Enock's penis to reveal the bloody wound - the wound that sealed Enock's fate, Paul thought. Paul, full of excitement, took Enock's formerly large, hard balls and his big cock in his hand looked at them, stroking the balls and cock of his slightly younger opponent with his fingers. The observers raved and jerked their stiffly aroused cocks once again with the excitement of the brutal fight; Paul had won! Paul beamed and grinned as he tensed his old manly biceps and held Enock's black massive balls and huge cock in his hand. Enock frowned in disbelieving, open-mouthed horror and pain. The observers cheered from the darkness for the victorious Paul; they pointed their thumbs down at his defeated foe. "You lost, Enock, now you must die like a Death Fighter!" said Paul. "Yes, Paul, you have defeated me. I await my death, but you will come with me." Paul then knelt down next to Enock's head to place his once large firm balls in his hand to humiliate his younger opponent once again at the end. As he placed his younger opponent's severed balls and his cock in his hand and then Paul bent down to Enock's ear. In a rough, trembling but final voice, Paul whispered in Enock's ear. "THE FIRST ACT IS COMPLETE; I'M ABOUT TO FUCK YOU BEFORE I END YOUR MISERABLE BLACK LIFE AND REDEEM YOU". The first act is finished between the two of us. Paul was sure that Enock was finished by the severe injury and blood loss. He was caught completely off guard, unprepared for Enock's attack. Enock grabbed Paul's white hair at the back of his head and pulled forward, groaning and also roaring in pain and anger, so that Paul lost his balance and fell forward, crashing his forehead against the perimeter of the arena without braking. The impact was so strong that Paul's forehead opened up into a bleeding laceration. Despite the serious injury, Enock had struggled to his knees, groaning and whimpering, and now grabbed Paul's ears with his two bloody hands. Enock yanked Paul's upper body up under a painful scream, which came from the pain of his tearing off balls and cock, to immediately afterwards ram Paul with his head against the marble arena border several times. After ramming Paul against the boundary five times and a large blood stain became visible on the marble boundary, he simply let go of Paul. Enock slumped from exhaustion, blood loss and pain. He propped himself up on his hands while still kneeling. Paul lay beside him, not moving at all. Only a low moan and whimper of pain could be heard from Paul. As Enock casually glanced to the side, he spotted the two bloody thongs, not far from him and not far apart. Enock dropped to his side, moaning, and stretched his arm, groaning and moaning softly, to reach both thongs. When Enock had them, he sat back against the wall, moaning, and closed his eyes, trying to mobilize all his strength again and somehow block out the pain between his thighs. Paul still lay motionless, moaning softly and dazed by the pain of the bleeding wound on his forehead. In this unarmed fight to the death, there are no taboos, no rules, and no mercy between the two old fighters who are two mortal enemies in this fight. The fight is not over until one of the two old fighters has killed his opponent. . Paul was sure he had won the fight when he cut off his slightly younger opponent Enock's big balls and his huge cock with the thongs, emasculating Enock. But Enock now rammed Paul, his slightly older opponent, into unconsciousness with his head against the marble arena border. Enock was now biting his teeth in pain, struggling to his knees while whimpering and moaning, crawling behind Paul. Once there, he spreads Paul's muscular thighs and grabs Paul's massive balls and big thick cock. Both are just a little puffy and almost soft. With his thumb and forefinger he now also grips Paul's manhood and wraps the bloody string from the two thongs with violence, hatred and brutality, around Paul's balls and cock. Paul slowly registered what was coming now. He moaned softly in a hoarse, feeble voice, it was a pleading and begging that Enock not emasculate him. But Enock also moaned softly with a trembling voice from excitement, no you white old bastard. "Then Enock began with his last dwindling powers under moaning and wailing in pain to pull the string out of the two thongs with all his might the massive balls and the big cock between Paul's powerful thighs. Paul's balls become hard again by the pulling and the skin of the scrotum shine like oiled and his cock becomes stiff and hard again by the tying. Paul now starts to fight for his manhood and his life and to moan and scream from the starting pain in his massive balls and his big thick cock. Likewise, Enock moans and screams from the pain rising from his wound between his thighs up into his body and the effort to now also separate Paul's massive balls and big cock from his muscular old body. Blood spurts from his wound and stains the thighs red from both old fighters. Paul managed to turn from the prone position to the supine position, but that did not bring success either. On the contrary, despite that Paul wrapped his strong legs around Enock to break his ribs. Enock was now screaming in pain from exhaustion and the rising fear of not being able to emasculate Paul before he died. So now Enock brutally grabbed Paul's massive balls and big cock with his left hand. With his right hand he intensified the pulling of the string to finally separate Paul's scrotum and also his penis from Paul's body. Paul was now screaming, moaning and whimpering so pathetically that it went through everyone's marrow. At the same time he began to twitch and his hard cock, stiff from being cut off, spurted a mixture of cum and blood for the last time. Enock screamed in relief, he had at that moment also emasculated his deadly old opponent Paul. He stretched his left arm up in the air, holding Paul's massive balls and his still pumping stiff cock. The mixture of blood and cum ran down Enock's left arm. Paul cried out in pain, the humiliation and degradation of now being robbed of his manhood, and tried to claw his fingernails into the blue mat. Enock struggled to his feet, moaning and whimpering, and stood in the arena with his left arm raised and Paul's manhood, now becoming sheer, in his left hand in a victory pose. Blood spurted from both wounds and both moaned and wailed from the brutal pain. Shortly after Enock's victory pose, he collapsed first to his knees, then to his hands, and finally Enock lay parallel to Paul. He grinned at Paul with a pain-worn face and whispered to Paul with a moan "YOU AGE LIKE A DOG HAVE WON THE FIGHT BETWEEN US, BUT IN THE END WE BOTH SLAUGHTERED AND DESTROYED EACH OTHER". Then he closed his eyes from exhaustion and the pain of the now ended battle. Paul lay next to him with his eyes closed as well, moaning and whimpering barely audibly. His left hand was trembling barely visible with his right hand feeling his wound where his mighty manhood once hung. Both old men had large beads of sweat on their foreheads and both clenched their jaws in agony. Enock's and Paul's faces contorted in pain. Their backs, their whole bodies, arched in agony. Blood spurted from their large wounds where their powerful and large sex organs were. Both cried out again in agony.
They were now both lying next to each other, together in the arena. That night, Enock and Paul had made the arena their personal slaughterhouse. Six deadly victories had been won by both to become the new champion! Now these two hunks of meat were united in defeat and death, and neither was the victor! World champion of death fights!
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