Matt was bored and pissed off. He liked the idea of beating the kid up more than handing him over to the cops for them to do it. He also fancied a good scrap - the kid may have been young but he was strong and looked mean. He accepted the challenge and led Danny down to his basement.

The room was bare. The floor was concrete and the walls were painted a plain white. There were a few boxes scattered around the sides of the room. A harsh white light came from a bare lightbulb in the middle of the ceiling. Although it was cooler in the basement than in the rest of the house it was still stiflingly hot.

"Come on then," said Matt, "strip." He, himself, took off the robe he had hurriedly slung on to reveal a toned, athletic physique with gently cut washboard abs and strong, smooth, square pecs with big red nipples. He was twenty-three, one hundred and ninety pounds and had cropped blond hair and rugby player's solid legs and powerful arms. He now wore only the white briefs he had been failing to fall asleep in. They were thin and, already patched with sweat, showing just how much Matt had enjoyed the tussle as his semi hard eight inch cock pulsated gently above his big balls.

He watched with anticipation as his opponent stripped off his shorts and shirt. He noticed that the punk was wearing Doc Marten boots and wondered how stupid he must be to go cat-burgling in them. Though encouraged by thoughts of his opponent's lack of brain, it was clear that he had no lack of brawn. Though he was only eighteen, the kid was built - one hundred and eighty five pounds of solid muscle. He was Hispanic looking and dangerously sexy with short black hair and a wispy attempt at a moustache. He had skin the colour of creamy cocoa and almost painfully defined abs and solid pecs with big brown nipples hardened by anticipation of the fight. Rock hard and huge muscles were defined on his arms and legs. The kid was lean, taut and ripped. Like a panther waiting to pounce. Matt realised he was in for a good fight. The other thing he realised is that the lad had a bigger cock than he did. Danny stood proud in a battered dirty white sports jock that barely contained his nine inch meat and a pair of massive bull-balls.

"Take your boots off then, kid" instructed Matt. "I'd rather fight with them on" replied Danny, "why don't you go put on a pair?" "Fair enough," thought Matt, "I'll kick that cheeky punk into submission if that's what he wants." He soon found a pair of almost knee-high combat boots which he laced up eagerly.

The moment had arrived. The faced each other across the floor. "Ready?" asked Matt. Danny answered by walking towards him, fists raised. The boy struck first - a right to Matt's face. Matt answered with a knee to the gut and left to the side of Danny's head. The kid struck home with two massive right hands to his enemy's solid chest but failed with a knee to the groin. Matt, wanting to bring the boy in close, used his powerful arms to wrap a bearhug on him. As his ribs compacted and the pain started to kick in Danny knew he couldn't win this match on strength. "But that's OK," he thought, "I'll just fight dirty instead." He managed to move his arm enough to put his hand between the two men's heaving bodies and get a good handful of Matt's balls. He squeezed as hard as he could. The pain rose up Matt's torso like an injection of molten lead, with a loud yelp he released the bearhug and savagely head butted Danny in the forehead, opening a gash over his left eye. While the punk stepped back and protected his head, Matt, pausing only briefly to massage his offended balls and still semi-hard cock, let rip a massive kick to his opponent's's right thigh which knocked him off balance and onto his backside on the hard concrete.

Matt, delighted to be wearing his combat boots, launched another foot at the kid's muscular right leg; Danny howled satisfyingly so Matt followed it with a mean left foot to the left kidney. Danny was in serious pain, but he was still fighting and still aware enough to spin on the floor so Matt's boots couldn't reach his head. Matt got bored of dancing around the spinning youth and dived straight on top of him with fists flying. He scored a couple of wild punches to the face, worsening the gash above Danny's left eye from which the blood was now flowing rapidly. The aggressive homeowner then held down Danny's arms and concentrated on headbutting the boy's wounded forehead and hammering away at the Latino's crotch and legs with his knees and boots. The musclebound youth struggled manfully but sustained a lot of damage before bucking furiously to throw Matt off and reverse the pin. He straddled the older man's chest, panting deeply and gushing blood from his forehead down the already sweat soaked bodies of both wrestlers. He interlocked fingers with Matt and slammed his firm ass repeatedly down onto his opponent's chest to knock the wind out of him. He succeeded, and as he felt Matt weaken from the pounding he unlocked their hands and smashed at Matt's face with his fists. For the first time in the fight, he felt dominant. This combined with Matt's grunts and moans, the blood that was now everywhere and the feel of his firm butt sliding in sweat up and down Matt's rugged pecs to extend his boner to it's full nine inches. It escaped his funky jock and pointed directly at the face of his foe. Matt regained his composure and pulled hard on the boy's stiff cock with his right hand while sending a hard left to Danny's jaw. The kid squarked and recoiled but, before Matt could take the opportunity to escape, Danny slammed his knee into the blonde stud's face, breaking his nose with a satisfying crunch. Danny landed one terrible stamp on Matt's bollocks and, having bought himself some time for a breather, staggered across the room to nurse his yanked cock.

They took the opportunity to rest. They were both soaked in sweat and gasping for oxygen. Matt's nose was broken and blood was pouring from it down his glistening bare chest. He used one hand to hold his nose and the other to cup his battered balls. Blood was pouring from the gash above Danny's left eye as he lay panting, nursing his ravaged legs and cock. They were both pissed off. Matt had wanted a good punch up but hadn't reckoned on getting his nose broken. Danny had been hoping for a quick win. As they sat and tended their wounds a great anger and hatred of the other rose in these two warriors and an incredible rush of adrenaline drove away their pain. They rose to face one another again.

The fighters leapt on each other like wild cats, each going for the other's neck. While each man tried to throttle his enemy with his left hand they danced a brutal tango with a barrage of kicks and knees to their opponents legs and crotch. They still hadn't forgotten about their increasingly swollen fists: Matt landed a hard right to the side of Danny's head and the boy, aiming for his opponent's broken nose, slammed a fabulous right fist into Matt's left temple, opening a small gash. And still, they kept their left hands tight around their enemy's throat. After a couple of minutes of this savagery the fighters were in a jam: they were both running out of oxygen and neither showed signs of being willing to crack first. Danny remembered his trick and went for a crotch claw. The agony Matt was feeling was clear from his face but his throat was being gripped so tightly he could not make a sound. He did not release his hand from the punk's neck; instead he too applied a claw to his opponent's balls.

Both men's bodies were wracked with pain, dripping with sweat and shaking with rage. They growled at each other, faces inches apart. The stench of sweat and blood was becoming overwhelming and only served to drive the fighters even wilder. Each was gripping the other man's neck and balls and squeezing with a frenzied passion, they stared into each other's eyes - eyes full of hate and lust and, as they struggled to retain consciousness, fear.

Danny, knowing he must act soon if he was not to pass out, jumped wildly, hurling himself and Matt to the floor. As they parted, he ripped off Matt's sweat-soaked briefs exposing the man's excited, but not rigid cock. Both grapplers lost their holds on their adversaries necks and ball. As Danny fell he landed badly on a wooden packing box with a sharp metal bands which badly lacerated his abs. He finally hit the floor, writhing and retching in agony at the cut, his other wounds and the throbbing in his massive balls. Matt, though still gasping in recovery, managed to stand and send a savage kick to Danny's side, fracturing two ribs. He tried to finish the kid off with a hefty kick to the head but only managed a glancing blow from his big boot to his victim's jaw. Disappointed, he followed this by stomping on the wailing boy's bloodied abs, making the gash worse and causing Danny to scream in anguish. "You give yet?" yelled Matt. "Fuck you!" spat his opponent through a mouthful of blood.

Matt's big tool was hardening again but he really wanted to finish the fight. Overcome with bloodlust, he grabbed the top of the wooden box and tried to smash it on Danny's head. The kid stopped the box with his arms and, drawing on all his reserves, rose to his feet to face his enemy. Matt was coming at him with the crate lid again but Danny was able to reverse the move and smash his blond tormentor in the face with his own weapon. The wood and metal smashed against Matt's forehead opening a massive gash and sending the naked grappler to the floor dropping his weapon. Danny grinned at the sight of his enemy bleeding and moaning on the floor as he picked up the box lid and attacked with it. Grimacing from his own gut wound, which was becoming more painful as salt from his sweat mingled with the ripped skin and muscle, he used the lid to slash at Matt's heaving chest and abs, covering the man's torso with scratches and cuts. Matt managed a forceful kick to the muscle-boy's left knee forcing him to drop the lid and fall to the floor face first. Matt took the opportunity to rip the Latino's bloodied jock from his crotch. Bloodied and panting he leapt onto the youth's back and started to strangle him with his own underwear. "Don't you worry boy," he panted through gasping for breath, "you're not going to have to be my slave. I'm going to kill you now." Danny believed him and struggled like and eel in a net, but to little avail, Matt was pinning his entire body. Matt's cock was raging now - and with it he could feel the kid's round solid ass cheeks gyrating as he tried to get free. Overcome by the moment he released the pressure on Danny's neck and started dry humping the boy's backside. Full entry was impossible but the crack between the fighter's pert mounds, slick with blood and sweat felt like a party to his throbbing dick. He hadn't meant to come but the constant excitement of the fight had weakened his staying power and he gasped as he shot great wodges of spunk over the Latino's back. Sensing that his assailant was at a moment of weakness, Danny slammed his head back and bucked his back, once again hammering Matt's broken and painful nose and tossing the fighter to one side. Both fighters paused a moment before they struggled to their knees on which they now faced each other again, fists raised, chests heaving for air and murder in their eyes. Although Matt had only just come his cock was still rock hard and the gladiators' huge dicks pointed into the air like swords drawn against each other.

Battered, bloodied and exhausted though they were. their instincts of survival and hatred for their opponent gave them strength to rain further savage punches on each other's heads, chests and balls. As they beat each other senseless great showers of the blood and sweat that drenched their muscular bodies sprayed into the air. Danny landed a fantastic right to Matt's left temple. As he sprawled face down the young thief leapt on top of him and pinned him to the concrete, sleepering him with his powerful right arm. Matt panicked, his body bucked and writhed madly in his attempts to get the boy off his back, their bloody bodies slithered and struggled together in a desperate test of strength. As Matt felt himself losing consciousness he made one final attempt at escape by slamming his head back into Danny's nose. But he couldn't get the leverage and his head but meant nothing to the raging Danny who screamed at his enemy to quit before he was killed. Matt would not submit to the boy and suddenly, without a noise, blacked out.

Danny pushed his opponent's battered body to one side and gave himself a moment to catch his breath. He inspected his wounds. He was hurting bad but none of the cuts were too deep, and his nose was still intact - he reckoned he'd done OK. Maybe his ribs could do with some work though, he thought as he coughed up blood and felt the pain shoot through his chest.

Should he kill this fucker, he wondered, as he was sure Danny was trying to kill him. He decided against it. If the man was found dead there would be trouble. As long as he lived, Danny reckoned he wouldn't want to tell anyone what had happened that night. There were a couple of things he wanted to do though. He pushed Matt's limp body onto its back. He noticed that the man's one raging cock looked flacid and puny. His own dick, although it had taken a hammering was still rampant. He spread his victim's legs, spat on the end of his own prick and rammed it straight up Matt's virgin ass. As he enjoyed his victory fuck he picked up the discarded box lid and amused himself by lacerating Matt's already battered and bloody torso, arms and face some more. Then he slammed the lid as hard as he could into the still unconscious stud's ribs. As he heard the triumphant crack of breaking bone he came as he had never come before, shouting louder even than he had when his bull-balls were being crushed. He withdrew his now stinking cock and moved forward so his face was directly above that of his former opponent. Then, surprised at himself, he gently and affectionately kissed Matt on the lips.

He stood up and pulled on his shorts and shirt. He coughed up some more blood which he spat onto the unconscious, mangled and raped body of Matt. Then he went upstairs, picked up the TV and left town forever.

The End