15 comments/ 66271 views/ 8 favorites Cockfight for Sally By: cffreak Yes, I was thinking with my dick. And it has quiet an ego. It was so loud at the club that the only real communication going on was body language. And I liked what Sally had to say with her body. Even so, I wasn't sure that Sally was interested in me. We flirted all evening, and I hoped she might want to hook up for the night. But her eyes were wandering, and she danced with lots of other guys. I really had the hots for her, but I knew better than the press the matter, and have her think that I was desperate. Mostly, she danced with this guy named Jack, who I had seen at the club a few times before. When I got her alone on the dance floor, I made some stupid comment implying that Jack had a little dick, and Sally would be happier with me. Sally kissed me on the cheek and winked at me. But when the song was over she didn't want to dance with me again. She gave me a cold smile and walked over to Jack. I watched for a moment as she kissed him on the lips, then start to dance with him. What was that? I thought to myself. Since it felt like she was more interested in him than me, I decided to call it a night to go to bed all by myself. But her kiss was still hot on my cheek as I prepared to leave, so I tried to find her before I left, just for once last look. I took a lap around the club. I found her kissing Jack in a booth in the back, so I put my tail between my legs and went to the coat check. As I put on my jacket, I felt a matchbook in my pocket. There was a hotel room number. I looked back to where Sally was sitting, and she was gone. I scanned the far edges of the club, and was surprised to find that she was walking right in front of me on her way to the bar. She looked back at me, blew a kiss at me and winked. Maybe I had it wrong. Was I in? She mouthed, "See you there." I was in. Clearly she was a flirt, and while a lot of danger signals were ringing in my head, it did nothing to stop my libido. Plus, some competitive libido drove me to win the attention of this girl that all the other guys wanted. So what if she was a flirt, and kissed other men, she was mine for tonight. The image of her in that little dress, wiggling her hips on the dance floor was burned in my head. I wanted her. I shot home to shower and change and, in a flash, headed over to the hotel written in the matchbook. I knocked on the door of the room and waited. The door slowly opened, and my eyes almost popped out of my head as Sally stood there in a red silk teddy. She wrapped her arms around me, and gave me a kiss that just about knocked me out. "Don't move," she commanded. Like a tiger she attacked my clothes, ripping them off. My cock shot up, as her hands slid down my thighs bringing my boxers down with them. She licked my hard-on, and then rose up to look at me eye to eye. "I want to see how tough you are," she purred. "Are you game?" "Sure, I can be tough for you." I replied. I wasn't going to say no to anything she wanted. "Good." Sally produced a blindfold from nowhere, and put it over my eyes. I felt her tie my hands behind my back with what must have been some soft rope or a scarf. I was a little nervous, but after she took my cock into her mouth again, I was game. I felt Sally grab and bind my arms. This was going to be something kinky. I was shocked to hear a man's voice call out. "Sally, where are you? Come on back!" "What's this?" I asked nervously as I tried to shake off the blindfold, but my hands were secured behind my back. "Come here," Sally led me along by my dick, like a dog by the leash. "Who's that?" the man's voice called out. "What's going on here?" Then Sally snapped the blindfold off. Right in front of me was Jack, with hands behind his back like me, and hard-on pointing out proudly. The site of this guy scared the heck out me, and started my heart racing. I could see Jack looked nervous and shocked too. I averted my eyes from looking at this other naked man, but I could tell that Jack, like me, was slowly losing his erection. I was seriously concerned. Was Sally some kind of crazy freak? I tried to stand, but found that my hands were lashed to a bedpost of this small four-post bed. Jack was obviously tied down likewise. Sally was clearly disappointed by our reaction. "Going limp boys? I thought you were harder than that." "What the hell is going on?" Jack asked. "I want you two to fight for me." Sally said in a serious but sexy voice. "All night you two have been vying for my attention. You're both so cute, I just can't decide. But then you two gave me a great idea. You both said you had a better cock than the other man. You got me thinking about how to pick the best man. So I want a real cockfight." She moved behind me and reached around my hips massaging my balls. My dick shot to attention. I couldn't help it. "Looks like my man here is ready." "You want us to fight for you?" I asked. Stepping around me, Sally licked my hard-on as she stroked. I hardly heard myself say, "Let me out and I'll beat his ass." "Nah, not like that." Sally cooed as she reached over to Jack and yanked him towards me by his cock. His dick shot to attention. "Cock-to-cock. Balls-to-balls. I don't want the better fighter. I want the man with the hardest, best cock." Sally climbed on the bed sitting on her knees between us. In her left hand she gripped my shaft, and in her right hand Jack's. Jack and I stood our uncomfortably to facing each other while Sally stroked our dicks aggressively. When I looked down at Sally's cleavage, it was not difficult to stay rock hard. But when I caught sight of Jack in front of me, it was a bit of turn off. The sight of a naked man is not exactly a turn-on for a straight guy. I've always liked my sex simple and straight-forward. And when I do watch any porn, the fewer the men in it the better. So when I saw Jack's dick pointing at me, I started to go limp again. "You go limp on me and you lose, tough guy!" Sally said to me looking down at my fading erection. "This is pretty gay," I said. "I can't say I'm into this. I don't want to share you with another guy." "Don't you want me?" "Send him packing Sally," Jack said. "Look at his limp dick, it's an embarrassment. My dick is a thousand times better than his. Untie me!" Then to me, he said, "I'm going to fuck you up." I looked at Sally. She was nuts, but she was totally hot. She wasn't wearing any panties under that teddy! I wanted to fuck her more than anything. "That's my man." Sally said noticing my erection returning to full strength. "A girl wants her man who can stay hard, a guy with some endurance. Show me what you can do." It seemed to me that Sally was going to try to jerk us off. The guy who came first was going to get kicked out on his ass. Or worse, lashed to the bedpost here, the loser would have to watch Sally fuck the winner. Jack and I were still standing on either side of the bed, just close enough for Sally to grab both our cocks. Sally took a firm grip and tugged hard making us fall forward. I lost my balance and managed to land on the bed. I righted myself awkwardly sitting on my knees. Jack also managed, with some difficulty, to sit on his knees on his edge of the bed. Now Jack and I were uncomfortably kneeling before each other, hard-on pointing at hard-on as Sally resumed her double hand job. As she did so, she pulled, slowly bringing our cock heads to a point where no straight man wants to be. When they were just an inch apart, Sally bent over and started to lick them. She moved from my dick to Jack's, and back again. Her tongue was amazing. "Humm." Sally moaned as she drained the pre-cum from me. "Which one of you is sweeter? Who has the better tasting cum? Let's see," she looked left and right and in a slow sexy voice said, "which of you had a bigger dick?" Almost involuntarily, driven a need to prove our masculinity, we both thrust out our erections out as far as possible. Our cock heads touched. I felt a sick feeling in my stomach. I can't even think of another time I've seen another man's erection and now, for the first time in my life, my dick came into contact with other man's, and it did not feel good. Something primal bubbled deep in my gut. As bizarre as this situation was, I did not want out. I wanted to fuck Sally so much that I thought I would explode. And clearly Jack did too. But only one of us would have her. When our erections collided some barrier was dropped, and we became like rams competing to become the alpha male. It seemed quiet appropriate that the way I would win this woman was to literally use my sex to defeat his sex. Jack must have felt that too as he did not back down. We both thrust forward again, this time determined to slam our sexual battering rams into the other's, meatus into meatus, helmet to helmet, in order to physically challenge the sexuality of the other man. For the second time, my cock came into contact with his, but Sally, who still was holding our shafts, lifted them up, keeping me from spearing Jack's dick. When our erections impacted, it was at an upward pointing angle so that they rolled up into Sally's awaiting mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet. And the suction was tremendous. I felt her soft face and hair against my stomach slide down to take in more of me, and him. She sucked hard and flicked her tongue over my cock, and his. This felling, this feminine attention, this was worth fighting for. That his dick was in her mouth too raised my competitive juices even more. Jack and I pushed to get more in. The undersides of our erections were in direct contact, clamped together inside Sally's kiss. While Jack and I struggled to get more of our dick into her mouth than the other man, I felt Sally's hand go behind my back, between my legs, and cradle my balls. She lifted them up and fondled them with her fingers. With her forearm against my thigh, she pushed my groin into Jacks. As she had me literally by the balls, I complied and bucked my hips forward. Sally sucked out cocks hard as she retracted her head from between us. She must have had Jack's balls in hand too, as we both thrust our hips in hard as Sally spit out our cocks. Whap! Our balls collided. The pain was excruciating. Sally sat back, bringing her hands to her knees. Jack and I fell back against opposite bedposts, and stared down at our challenged genitals. Our testicles had slammed into together with full force. We both took an equal shot of pain as both out balls impacted with their opposite number. We were both going limp. Knowing that victory only came with a stiff dick, we desperately tried to pump ourselves up; something that's not easy to do with your hands behind your back and a naked man in front of you. This was the most primal kind of male competition. We would rather fight it out with our fists. No man wants to know his rival has a better cock. Sally knew this, and clearly got off on it. She wiggled off her teddy revealing the most amazing breasts. Her nipples were hard and pointed out and up. That was inspiration. Like her nipples, our dicks now climbed back up to attention. All night I had fantasized about those breasts. They were perfect: natural, not too small, and not too big. She fondled them and looked up at us. "The winner gets to play with these." For the next minute we all were motionless. Knees touching knees, Jack and I strained to sit up with our genitals not quiet touching. I was nervous, but I wanted her so much, there was no way I was going to back down. And I was sure that Sally could see, just by looking, that my cock was better than his. Sally relaxed, falling on her back, so we could look down into her inviting pussy. Then she kicked her legs out wide wrapping one leg behind Jack and one leg behind me. I looked down to see two erections waiting just above a clearly very wet pussy below. Sally smiled at the scene she had created: two cocks dueling over her pussy, the prize. She pulled herself up by putting an arm around my waist and an arm around Jack's. Her breasts softly brushed into our dicks, as she wrapped legs and arms around us both, giving us an embrace that forced us together. "This is it." She whispered looking down at our two spears. "Use your cock to defeat your rival. Cock to cock. Bust his balls. Joust and thrust. I want a man who can stay hard. Use your dick to win; I want to feel the winning dick inside me." "My cock is going to destroy yours." Jack growled. Sally grinned, and leaned back again, propping herself up by her elbows. Her legs were still wrapped around us, and her inviting pussy was again exposed below our erections. I felt her inner thigh on my ass. She looked up at us with a devilish smile. "Let's go boys." She pursed her lips, and using her thighs behind our butts, pushed us together. The tips of our erections slowly met and compressed. I could see both our dicks shake and bend slightly under the tremendous pressure. "Fucker." Jack grumbled. His cock was slipping up. My cock slid rapidly underneath his shaft, and slammed into his sack. Jack squealed and recoiled. I got him! The feeling was exhilarating. But Jack recovered quickly and shot back, slamming into my dick with his. He was aiming for my balls I'm sure, but instead hit the lower part of my cock, pushing us both up. As our hard-ons came into contact, each forced the other up as they rolled from tip to base. Shaft came into full contact with the other shaft, until again our balls came into contact. But this time it was less of a shock. Even with our genitals in full contact, we made an effort to lean back to be able to keep a good view, and frankly, I wanted to keep my face as far from his as possible. There was a clear irony here, as we two men were engaging in genital contact with absolutely the opposite of homosexual motivations: taking no pleasure in this experience with the same sex, no desire to satisfy the other man, but rather an intense desire to take away the sexual drive of the other man. For a moment, Jack ground his balls into mine as the underside our dicks pressed full length against each other. With our cocks pressed together, we strained our necks to look and measure who had the longer erection. With no clear winner evident in that contest, we arched our backs to try to bring our hips up higher than the other man, and so raise the end of our prick up, in a useless effort to make our cock seem longest. Sally moaned, "Ooooh!" That sound from her was like a call to battle. We drew back letting our lances fall horizontal to point menacingly at the other. My heart was racing. I took measure of my competition, quite literally. With his prick pointing at mine, I had my first good look to see if I was longer. From my perspective, with my ego clouding my vision, I knew I was the better, longer man. You continually hear women state that men obsess about the length of their dicks, that it does not matter how long a man is, but how good the man is with it. "It ain't the meat, it's the motion," the cliché goes. Jack and I were keenly aware right now that length was vitally important; it was a deadly serious matter. And the motion was critically important too. In a cock-fight, the man with the longer dick is going to spear the balls of the man with the shorter dick. That's why men worry about the length of their cock. "Yes!" Sally cried. We thrust forward again, each trying to spear the other man in the balls. Now the action was fast and furious. It was a matter of getting my cock lower than his in order to stab his testicles. The problem was that he was trying to do the same. One good shot to the balls would cause him to go limp. I missed, and hit his thigh. His cock slid over mine harmlessly tapping my flexed abs. The competition was exhilarating. Our shafts pressed and slid together. We were trying to angle our lance just right to stab the other's most sensitive target. The more excited we grew, the harder our cocks grew, and the higher they wanted to rise. When your cock rises, your balls are exposed. Jack hit my thigh as I shifted to dodge his strike. I could see his dick bend on impact. I envisioned my hard-on bending painfully back on missing his balls, if I mistakenly hit his flexed thigh. We both knew how dangerous a bad miss could be. As a result, even though we thrust forward quickly, we aborted if we thought we would miss. Knowing I could do some damage to his cock if he missed, I tried to position my hipbone to block and shatter Jack's lance. Jack gave a grunt as his prick bent into my hip. I arrogantly lifted my cock up in pride as Sally cheered. That gave Jack an opportunity to tag me in the balls. Fortunately, he was too tentative, and only just brushed my left testicle slightly with no ill effect. Very quickly I returned the assault. Swinging my dick, I whacked the side of his sack. I was sure I nailed him, but he didn't seem to react. Our cocks grew red with friction as they rubbed together. We angled for better aim, and tried to parry the other man's sword out of the way. Then when I was sure I had the right aim on his right testicle, I rammed forward hard. But Jack had adjusted that very second and also pushed forward. Our hard-ons met head to head with all our strength. Ouch! We both made a barely audible "Ahh" sound and fell back. I looked down to survey the damage. It was possible that we could both lose this fight. Sally recognized this, and clearly was alarmed. She got off the bed, and walked around us with a sexy strut. We watched her as she looked down at our dicks. Jack sat up straight to present his erection for Sally's inspection. I did the same. Sally smiled and nodded. Now Jack changed tactics and twisted his hips, swinging his penis around, hitting the side my penis with a fantastic stinging slap. He was trying to break my cock in two with his. I was in trouble. But there was no way I would back down. And that impact must have hurt him too. I twisted the opposite way, and we both swung around. Whack! We slapped our woodies together again and again. I knew trading slaps would get me nowhere, or would more likely, would damage us both. I had to hit his balls. I lower my hips as best I could, twisted, swinging my dick. Again, this is where length would have made a difference. If my cock was just a little longer than his, I could have nailed him without him getting me. But his stick slapped my left testicle, while mine tagged his left testicle. A shock of electricity shot through us both. I could not help yelling out in surprise, but I took some satisfaction in hearing Jack cry out too. I was beyond registering pain. Sally stepped up close looking down at the battle, giving me a perfect view of those breasts, that cleavage I lusted for. Sally was fingering herself, definitely ready to fuck. While not standing so high and proud as they were moments ago, our dicks were still rock hard. Now they pointed slightly down. Slowly, with some resolve, I watched Jack sit up straight again. I matched his motion, slowly bringing the left side of my erection into contact with the middle of the left side his erection. Our swords crossed, we were now naturally angled down just enough to stab the other man's balls. There was no thought of defense. We caught our breath, as we looked down to see our own lance posed to stab home a decisive blow to our rivals left testicle. My desire to get revenge blinded me to the threat of his weapon. I could feel his hatred and desire to get revenge for my attack on his balls. And in an in insane gesture to mutual assured destruction, we both thrust forward. We each hit home, trading blows to the other man's sack. "Yeahah." Jack called out. But he quickly noticed that his cock penetrated between my balls. Alas, his sack was also sagging, so my assault just brushed one of his balls to the side. For a moment, we stayed in this peculiar position, two dicks, shaft to shaft penetrating the other's soft scrotum to no effect. Cockfight for Sally Sally scoffed and pushed us apart. "You need better targets." She said. She reached into her purse, and found two hair bands for making ponytails. Quickly and efficiently, she wrapped a band around Jack's scrotum, so his balls were cinched together tightly. Then she did the same to me. Our balls were now quite exposed and bound together, such that there was little room for them to move, and no way for them to retract. By this time, this situation felt strangely appropriate. I wanted to fuck Sally, and obviously so did Jack. This was the quintessential cock block. Bound as we were to the bedposts, we were prevented from fighting it out with our fists. What seemed like a very odd scene that Sally had created, now felt quite natural. If she had released us now, I think, we would have continued with our cockfight. When two dicks need to enter the same pussy, a punch to the face does not seem right. But rather a cock-fight, a direct attack on the other man's sexuality, the source of his hormonal drive, is the right and less violent way to get to the heart of the conflict. If one of us had won a fistfight, it would have done nothing to resolve the sexual tension of this love triangle. But once one man's penis has defeated another man's penis, right in front of the woman both men desire, the conflict would be over forever. That kind of loss would forever scar man's sense of sexual pride, and he certain would never want that woman to see him, and his losing cock, again. With Jack and I kneeling on the bed, and Sally standing before us, her breasts were right at our cock level. She playfully, used her tits to caress our dicks. Her nipples poked and played with our erections in a gesture that drove us over the edge. The battle was on. He parried a shot of mine by leaning to the side. But I got my cock under his balls then flipped it up. I missed his balls as he leaned back. My penis shot up into the air allowing his shotgun to position under my sex. He fired in a blow, but he only managed to brush past my sack. My cock fell down on top of his, and he quickly leaned forward. I just managed to twist before my hard-on would have rammed into his lower abs. But with his dick under mine, again he tagged my balls slightly. This time I felt a twinge on impact. As I registered shock and pain of that assault on my masculinity, it was as if some of my sexual potency transferred to Jack: the pain in my sex provided some pride that could just be witnessed in the size of our erections. I rolled my penis off his, and we rested, catching our breath for a moment, again with our lances crossed, dangerously positioned to stab each other's balls. This time we were aware of the danger the other man's weapon posed. But again, our desire to do damage overcame any sense of defense. Instead of repeating our previous rapid violent stabs, our crossed spears moved forward slowly into the other's balls, which were now fully exposed by Sally's hair-bands. I strained to use the side of my shaft to push the side of his shaft over. But he did the same and held his ground. It was like an arm wrestling match, except with our cocks. As we struggled to force the other man's cock out of the way, it seemed like arm wrestling was just a sublimation of cock wrestling. With our sexual battering rams now tip to balls, we made several small vicious taps. Each time his cock hit my right testicle, it dished out a little pulse of pain that I did my best to hide. But I was sure I was reciprocating this pain-exchange. I could see his eyes blink every time I pushed in. This was going to come down to who was tougher, who could take the most ball busting. From Sally's perspective, it must has seemed like very little was happening. Our two shafts were pressed together length to length, each cock tip jammed into the balls of our rival. Slowly and forcefully we bucked our hips as if we were connected. I heard Sally say under her breath, "Fuck him up." And that's what it must have looked like, two men trying impossibly to enter each other. But it was far from a pleasurable experience. With our swords penetrating each other's body via the scrotum, we both had our cock resting on the other's pain button, pressing it over and over until we stopped bucking our hips and just maintained a constant pressure. I closed my eyes to concentrate and suppress the pain. I could feel my dick starting to fade, so I turned my attention to Sally again for inspiration: her body, those lips, hips and breasts. The thought of sex with her diminished any pain I felt. Then under the pressure, something gave, and our cocks slipped past our rival's balls. We knocked foreheads. I would have fallen into Jack, if not for my wrists being tied to the bedpost, holding me back. We retracted and brought the tips of our cocks into contact. Pushing forward, the length of each dick ran up against the other, shaft to shaft. Two piss slits pointed up at me. Unlike before when we pressed length to length, our balls rammed together much harder, as they were held tight by Sally's hair bands. For a moment, we pushed our balls into each other, and looked down to see whose testicles were forced back. For the first time, I could see that we were perfectly matched in length and girth. That is obviously critical in such a contest where an extra inch of erection length means victory in a cock joust. Before, I was sure I was longer and stronger, but now it was clear that Jack was a worthy foe. For a few moments, we took measure of the other man. Then Sally leaned in, and took hold of our dicks yanking them up. We knew what she wanted. Our hatred of each other had grown to its apex. We pounded our balls in; our testicles crushed together. The source of our sexual drive came into violent conflict. Again and again. Our weapons, the instruments of inflicting pain, our balls, were the very targets and source of pain. Our aim was to buffet, diminish, and destroy our rival's organs that produced the hormones that drove us and made us virile, which produced the sperm that made us fertile. Our virility, our Chi, collided. I couldn't help making an animalistic growl. We slowed to just pulsing and grinding motions, forcing each other's balls back into our bodies. But confined as they were by the hair bands, our balls could not retreat. It looked like Jack's scrotum was turning purple. Our energy was fading, and so were our dicks. They still pointed up to the ceiling, pressed together, shaft to shaft, but were noticeably shorter. Sally cupped our balls in her hands again, and gave them a little squeeze. Then she grabbed our cocks with her hands, and held them together tightly. "Make him cum!" she commanded. On command, we rubbed our sticks together to make the other man fire his load. Inside the grip of Sally's hands, the length of his shaft ran up the length of mine. As our stomachs pressed into Sally's hands, our balls came into contact. My shaft slid up and down his shaft. He reciprocated, as we each used our own erection to stimulate the other man's erection. There was no way I was going to be brought to orgasm by a man! And I relished the opportunity to see this punk humiliated by spewing his load. The undersides of our erections were in direct contact. The point just under the tip of my penis, my most sensitive body part, was in direct contact with Jack's. As our nerve endings stimulated each other, I could only hope that was the most sensitive part of Jack's penis too. It was a test to literally match erogenous zones to demonstrate superior masculine control: maintain an erection while enduring stimulation. This was a task every man performs when making love, stay hard as long as he can to satisfy his women. Women continually castigate men for not lasting long enough. Sally had turned this male task into a contest between Jack and me. The problem was that I was losing. It wasn't that Jack was going to make me cum, but quite the opposite. I would never cum by touching another man's dick. Touching another man's genitals was repulsive to me. When I looked down to take measure of his cock to get a better angle of attack, I started to lose my erection. And by going soft, Sally might declare me the loser. So I kept looking at Sally's body for inspiration. That sent me off the other end. Sally kept mashing her breasts together with her forearms as she gripped our battling dicks. My dick hardened again. Feeling Sally's soft hands, and seeing Sally's perfect body, were too much for me. I was going to cum. Jack knew it, and started to rub harder. I had enough of this. I pulled back, falling back onto my bedpost, and caught my breath. Sally released her hands and sat back. Jack stood his ground, looking arrogant and proud as if he had just defeated me, and I had retreated. His cock rose high and hard on display for Sally. My blood boiled. I sat up quickly, thrusting my erection forward, and nailed him right in the left testicle. Sally and I could hear a deep "Oh" sound come from Jack's stomach as if the tidal air was expelled from his Chi. Then I retracted, aimed and slammed his right testicle. He howled and reeled back against his bedpost. He was damaged, but I could feel the anger well up in Jack. He leveled his cock at mine and said, "Fuck you, you prick!" I accepted his challenge, and lined my erection with his. We weren't aiming at the other's balls this time. Sally's eyes grew huge as if she were a little girl looking at world's biggest cake on her birthday. She started to finger herself absently, pressing her finger on her clitoris, as if pointing out to us the prize for winning this contest. On queue, as if by agreement, Jack and I charged forward ramming together, cock-tip to cock-tip. There was a crunching sound as the tips met. I felt a sharp pain in my dick. But ignoring that, I leveled by shaft to strike again. It's not easy to use your erection as a lance, and hit a target as small as the tip of another man's penis. It took some control, and concentration, for Jack and I to test each other in this way. But it helped that we were both intent on ramming head to head. We stabbed forward again hitting perfectly tip to tip. Our erections impacted with full force. The collision was so powerful that if felt like my shaft was driven back into my body. I looked down to evaluate the damage, and I could see we were both a good inch shorter. Our cock heads were mashed together and our shafts were quivering, but we were both still quite hard. For the first time, I looked into Jack's eyes and he looked daggers back at me. I could feel the venom in his blood, his desire to win Sally and the pulse of his heartbeat, as we looked each other in the eye with our cock heads still mashed together. We both literally were trying to reduce the other man's sexuality with our own, trying to push the other man's erection back into his body. For a few seconds, we stood our ground, staring each other in the eye as we jammed our cock head into the other man's cock. Then we took a breath and hauled back, lined up our dicks again and threw ourselves forward intent on driving the other's tube back into his body. The impact was tremendous. The slits at the end of our erections were forced apart, as we strained against each other. It felt like my cock was going to split open at the tip. I could feel the moisture of the opening of his penis, as our dueling dicks engaged in a perverse violent kiss. Our cocks looked like two snakes biting the other's heads. For the fourth time, we drew back and rammed cock heads. There was a snap-crack sound, then Jack screamed in obvious agony. I felt little resistance, and in fact, I felt a slippery moist feeling as if my hard-on just entered an inviting pussy. All three of us looked down to see the sight of Jack's BROKEN cock. It was bent at a ninety-degree angle, and just as surprising was that the tip of my spear was actually forced right into the tip of his penis. It looked like his snake had opened its mouth to swallow a mouse: it had swallowed my cock. I tried to pull back but I was stuck. The long hard straight line of my shaft extended from my body, and connected with his. But his cock was no longer straight; it was frighteningly bent at the middle. I tried to shake this sad hose off mine. I found as I moved, the top end of his penis moved with mine, while the bottom half of his penis stayed firm. It was as if I controlled, I owned, his cock. His dick responded more to my command, the motion of my body, than to his. Jack was silent looking down at the destruction of his sexuality by mine. Sally jumped off the bed, and rushed behind Jack. "Are you okay?" Sally said into Jack's ear. I tried to shake his penis off mine again to no avail. "It looks like he broke your cock, Jack." Sally said looking over his shoulder. Jack looked down with horror at the sight of his defeated genitals. Sally looked like she was going to kiss Jack's ear as she whispered, "Jack, tell him that his cock is better than yours." Jack didn't say a thing. "You were pretty arrogant a few minutes ago." Sally reached around and touched the base of Jack's shaft. "I think you said your cock would destroy his." Jack's face revealed an intense pained look as Sally gripped the base of his penis. "Tell him!" she ordered. "Okay, okay," Jack said looking down at our still connected snakes. "Dude, your cock is better than mine." I could see that he was straining to lean back, but Sally was holding him up. Sally smiled at me as she stepped aside. Jack slowly leaned back away from me, giving me a more room to extricate my erection from the bite of his, as I leaned back. There was another pop sound as my masculine pride came free. His cock seemed even longer now, but was completely limp like an over-cooked spaghetti noodle. "You fucker!" Jack yelled. "You've broken my cock." Sally stepped around the bed, and took my victorious cock into her hands. She rolled it over on her chest, and stuck it in her cleavage as reached behind me. My hands were free. I grabbed her and pushed her back on to the bed. She opened her legs, and in a second my dick plunged into her pussy. As I pumped away, she said, "Yes, yes, yes. You are the best. Your cock totally beat his." I could feel that as a result of this encounter my erection was bigger, stronger and better than ever before. It was as if Sally had just given me a gift, or in fact had created a mechanism for some of Jack's virility to be transferred to me. Postscript for Literotica Readers: I'm sure many will have a basic "this sucks" or "this is great" kind of comment/reaction. I encourage comments, but please contribute why you hate this theme or like it. Is it homophobic, homoerotic, misogynistic, or female empowering? Is that the reason you have your reaction? Maybe there is some kind of sadist or masochist quality of power, humiliation or subjugation that is attractive or repulsive? I think there is a passionate minority of people with this unique fetish of enthusiasm for catfights and/or cockfights. What drives this? I contribute this prurient violent fictional story because I have not found this kind of theme in erotic literature, and I know many people are excited by it. Most stories that are about cockfights are really just sublimated homosexual encounters, or just using the word cockfight as a joke. Personally, I have a passion for female sexual conflicts, and mostly write about this. Is there any connection between the catfight and cockfight fetish?