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Arjun & Hassan’s Private Sex Fight

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Arjun Pawar- Hassan Malik

Hassan Malik Phones Arjun Pawar

Hassan: “Hello. This is Hassan Malik calling from the Factory for Arjun Pawar on behalf of Andre Jordan.”

Arjun: “Hello Hassan, this is Arjun. How can I help you?”

Hassan: “Andre is in Europe on a recruiting trip, but asked if I would call to see if I could offer my services as a workout partner for you today?”

Arjun: “Hassan, do you know what Dre and I do once a week?”

Hassan: “Honestly?”

Arjun: “Of course.”

Hassan: “Everybody knows, Mr. Pawar.”

Arjun: “Yeah, of course they do. Well, Hassan, I’ve seen you sex fight on the underground circuit, so why don’t you come over at Noon and we can lift together. I think as soon as we can smell each other’s sweat we will know if we want to take the experience farther.”

Hassan“Yes, sir. Mr. Pawar.”

Arjun Pawar

I look at my watch and see I have about an hour before Hassan arrives, so I go to the kitchen for a protein shake and then hit the shower in my private gym locker room. As I lather up my body my mind wanders over all the times I have seen Hassan sex fight in the underground circuit. I have seen him be dominant in strength tests, grappling and mma fights and watching him never failed to make my cock hard, just as it is getting hard now. I think he is Egyptian-American and his brown muscle is so hard it looks like it may burst out of his skin. The idea of joining the Factory and training daily with the likes of Andre and Hassan is tempting, but I enjoy my private training with Andre 1 and I think my time with Hassan today will meet the moment. Other brown guys trigger my deepest competitive desires to the extent that some might view them as extremely violent, but the underlying lust makes my cock hard to fuck them afterwards. My cock is so hard in the shower now it is clear that I am having the same reaction to Hassan. I step out of the shower, dry off and pull on a pair of Factory brand sweat pants that Andre left here. I hear the doorbell ring and assume it is Hassan, right on time, and pad barefoot and shirtless through the plushly carpeted hallways of my townhouse to invite him in.

Hassan Malik

I have seen Arjun Pawar in the audience at sex fights, usually standing by himself in a really nicely tailored suit that fits him so well you can still see his big frame, thick thighs, hard muscled ass, wide shoulders, even his biceps bulge in the arms of his suit. He stands out in the sea of shirtless jiu jitsu guys and other sex fighters, but in that way he looks even more powerful and imposing, and in my opinion, very handsome. Andre clued me in that he likes to workout hard in all ways whether it is lifting weights, grappling or fighting, so I should expect to roll with whatever he would like to do for the day. Dre knows I am fully capable of handling anything he throws my way so was comfortable with me going in his place. I show up at Noon sharp on his doorstep and ring his doorbell and he answers shirtless wearing only Factory brand sweatpants, showing off his enormous erection clearly bulging out in the fabric, his big hard pecs, wide shoulders and huge arms. I smile inwardly to
myself, thinking this is gonna be a good day no matter what happens and feel my own cock bone up hard rapidly. “Hello, my name is Hassan Malik. I am here to train with you today.”

Arjun Pawar

“Hello, Hassan. It is very nice to meet you. Please come in and I will show you to the locker room where you can get changed.” My pleasant demeanor belies the aggression I already feel arising in me as I see Hassan for the first time in person. He is about my height and weight and very masculine looking; a trait that always dials my alpha nature to eleven. He is dressed in jeans and a tight Factory t-shirt which his wide shoulders, protruding pec plates and bulging biceps stretch tightly over his torso. My cock is now throbbing in my sweat pants as I lead him into the locker room and show him to a large cage style locker. I stand there watching him boldly as he pulls off his Nike Trainers and then his jeans and stands before me in Calvin Klein square cut underwear sporting a huge cock bulge. As he pulls off his t-shirt over his head revealing his rock hard abdominals I say, “That’s one sizable bulge you are showing, Hassan. Let’s see what we are working with shall we?” I drop my sweatpants to my feet and kick them away, standing there with my rock hard erection standing nine inches tall and throbbing thickly.

Hassan Malik

Normally I might think it odd that after meeting a man he drops his pants and shows me his huge erection, but Dre has told me enough stories about him so that I could secretly work on recruiting him to be a member of Team Factory. Besides, this is the kind of horny shit we do with each other every day. I look you straight in the eyes so you can see the lust and aggression rising within me and stick my thumbs into the bands of my CK’s and slide them off my big ass and down to my ankles, then kick they away as well, letting my equally thick, hard bone curve upwards from its root in my groin and throb it’s full nine inches back in your direction. “I’d like you to meet my champion sex fighting cock, Mr. Pawar.”

Arjun Pawar

“Pretty cocky straight out the gate, Hassan. Perhaps I should bend you over and fuck your overly confident ass to teach you a lesson?” I say smiling calmly at you, but secretly loving your confidence even as it enrages my alpha nature.

Hassan Malik

I step toward you and rub my shaft against the side of yours to taunt you. “You are welcome to try, Mr. Pawar, but I am going to dominate and fuck you hard today,” I say with steely eyed conviction, suddenly dropping all pretense of civility or respect. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you will beg to join Team Factory so you can learn how I have just owed you so badly.”

Arjun Pawar

Unfazed by the sudden emergence of your true alpha nature I just step into you, feeling our cocks slide fully together and poke at each other’s rippling lower abdominals, then reach up and finger both of your nipples, enjoying the close up sight of your densely packed pectorals. I can feel your cock start to pulsate with arousal and power as you have that same nip to dick connection that I do. I smile hawkishly at you now, feeling my own lust and aggression rise within me, and drop my hands back down to my sides. I push my forehead flat against yours to look you straight in your eyes, tilt my hips to press my knotted cock base straight into your knotted cock base and then line up my thick shaft with yours. “Yeah, I want you to bring all you got cus it makes it even hotter for me when my alpha nature holds sway and makes you my boy,” I say and shove my manhood into yours. “And you don't train with Team Boy.”

Hassan Malik

“Yeah, you want a war?” I ask with bellicosity as I press my own forehead back into yours hard while gyrating my knotted cock base into yours as well. We line up our thick nine inches and shove them together almost as if we are already cock fighting and stare into each other's eyes with violent intent. My ass and hips flex hard and just drill my cock with non-stop muscle powered pressure into yours, creating intense friction between our veined and meaty shafts. “I have seen you in the audience when I have had sex fights on the circuit and have definitely thought about beating you down and fucking you while I was dominating my opponent on the stage.”

Arjun Pawar

We both emit low growling moans as we grill each other eyeball to eyeball and savagely smash our cocks while our big arms just hang at our sides so we only touch at our foreheads and cocks. It fucking hurts and yet feels so damn good. “I knew you saw me in the audience. Lucky for you this time you will get your ass pounded in private, no one to see it happen and no one to save you.”

Hassan Malik

I can feel both our cocks flexed and pumped as densely as our biceps as they grind brutishly between us. Our hot breath scorches each other’s faces as we spit threats back and forth until I can’t take it anymore. I explode in the self-controlled way a fighter does when he is ready to throw down, shoving you away from me and saying, “Mother fucker, where are we going to do this?”

Arjun Pawar

I feel your explosive strength as you shove me away from you, but I just smile, pivot a quarter turn and wave my arm towards a hallway that leads to a dimly lit 10 x 10 mat room with padded walls. “Your defeat awaits you in my wall to wall padded training room.” As you walk past me gruffly, I turn and follow you, checking out your huge hindquarters, strong legs and hard, muscular ass. My cocks pulsates with pride and a desire to knock you down right now and fuck you, but I follow you into the room and just as you step through the door I shove you hard and lock the door behind us, so it creates a 10 x 10 x 10 padded cube surrounding us. As I turn back to face you you already have a sneering expression on your face and I can’t wait to go to war with you. I say only “There are no rules except you can’t cry like a little bitch when I rape your ass.”

Hassan Malik

“No Rules,” I growl, raise my fist guard and cautiously approach you, shuffling side steps, circling around you as you raise your fist guard in response. As I size you up I am also sizing up this enclosed space for ways to use it against you, knowing that you and Dre have most likely fought in it a lot so it is clearly your home turf. I shuffle left quickly, then fein a right cross. When you raise your fist guard in defense I take a quick step back, lift my right knee straight towards you while keeping my foot and shin pulled to my hip, then straighten the leg like it was spring loaded and striking you hard with the soul of my feet in your core with a muay thai front kick. As you bend at the mid section from the unexpected attack, I step into you, raising my other knee as I simultaneously grab the back of your head with my right hand and slam your face into my jabbing knee, sending you reeling backwards into the padded wall behind you, then sliding down it onto your ass, your teeth bright red with blood.

Arjun Pawar

Even with the metallic taste of blood in my mouth I growl through the pain, lift my hips to reach out with my big legs and sweep you from yours to the mat, then scramble on top of you only to end up in your leg guard. I am surging at you fast enough I get right and left punches into your head before you yank me back with your legs. I let you push my hips back so I can pop to my feet and explosively stand straight up between your leg guard, reach down and hook my arms around your thighs and take two jerking steps backwards. I break your guard, scoop your legs together and throw them to one side as my body slides down the other side of you, following you down to the mat and landing perpendicular in side mount on you. As I pin you down chest to chest I grind my near knee cruelly across your lower abs and land it on your far hip so I can turn face to face as my other knee stances out and I have you in full mount. Our eyes connect and I am sending fists bombs down to your face, straight from the shoulder hard ones. Your nose explodes with blood.

Hassan Malik

We both came out the gate doing serious damage, and now I find myself in your full mount having to raise my first guard to protect my head, but jabs to the side of my head get through as does the one on my button. Blood stings my eye as my fury fuels my aggressive counter. You are upright on your knees with a loose mount, so I just have to eat a couple bruising fists. I use my powerful core and hips to roll up my legs behind you and start asserting brutal knees into your mid-back, punching bruises under your shoulder blades until your back arches, then I switch tact planting my feet into the mat and exploding my hips up into you with my strong bridge, bucking my bridge up and down with my strong quads until I have you angling to one size and up from my shoulder comes a right cross cracking into your chin. I topple you from your mount. We both feel hurt but still struggle to our feet with raised fists. Sweat dripping down our warrior stances as our cocks accuse each other with their wide heads. We wade into each other trading tough fists to our heads and bodies, then clinch up and start sticking upper cuts into each other's gut.

Arjun Pawar

We tie up each other’s arms by clinching and come face to face, our cocks grinding again as we bounce around a padded corner. Hot air in each other’s faces as we see dominant sexual desires in our eyes. Our musk rising pungent between us, catches us off guard and we are suddenly snug tight in a padded corner making out and grinding our dicks like wild animals. We sneak in the occasional, brutal jab to the ribs, but go straight back to making out in the sweaty clinch. We downshift the aggression and feel the pull of each other’s powerful lust having us de-clinching, arms snaking instead around each other's thick backs so we can grind our full torsos and chests as we make out and feel the waves of pleasure emitting from the cock fight in our groins. We shove each other violently into corners of the padded wall and then wrap up tight, grinding dicks deliciously and making out until I whisper in your ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard brother.”

Hassan Malik

Your sexual threat makes my dick throb, but it also awakens my alpha will to dominate. We slowly pull away from the rush of pure muscle lust that was our cock grinding embrace and start struggling over position and instantly we are throwing jabs to each other’s cores. We have to literally fight our way out of an erotic embrace. I step backwards out of the corner and suddenly we got the fighting distance we both were craving and we let our furious combinations fly in an in-close fist fight. You tag me with a short jab to the side of my head but I block your cross. I dodge your power right cross and surge with my own right cross in your blind spot and find your chin. As your head jolts backwards and I tag your kidney with a left jab, I feel you tag me in the kidney with your left jab and then we just wade into each other with stinging jabs to our cores. We feel our wall of abdominals redden with heat and soften with bruises until muscle memory kicks in and I shoot a swift single leg takedown and drop your ass to the mat. You snag me in your leg guard with your prehensile legs that snatch my torso, but I snap off a right and left fist into your head before you can yank me back. “I’m going to fuck you so hard brother.”

Arjun Pawar ====

We were just passionately cock fucking each other and now we have traded jabs to each other’s cores. You are on your knees in my tight leg guard after brutally clocking me twice. I growl at you as our eyes meet, feeling my alpha nature rage inside me once more. I use my strong quads to yank your torso forward so your chin meets my right cross. As your body jerks left I use my guard and core to big man sweep you leftwards and to your back, gain an immediate full mount, then start throwing fist bombs at your face. You buck me off over your right shoulder with a fast and powerful bridge and we end up twisted around each other in a sweaty scramble. Our cocks smash grind as we grapple for advantage. As you try to roll on top my legs raise assertively into leg guard; it’s as if our bodies crave this position. I reach up and grab your neck with my right hand, yank it down into my chest and start wailing short jabs to your head with my left. I squeeze my big quads around your lower waist to immobilize your hips and then push the back of my elbow sideways until it has shoved your head into my armpit. That arm now locks curling around your head in a hand to wrist grip for a guillotine grip choke. My big cock throbs hard against your sweaty abs. “Aww yeah, you can tap out, Hassan, I know how you like to get fucked. I will fuck you harder than Dre.”

Hassan Malik

Thinking that you are a much tougher fighter than I was expecting, I get seduced by the stink and taste of your armpit. My cock throbs hard up against your backside as your legs hold my hips back in full guard even as your choking arms are trying to stretch upwards on my neck and torso. I can feel your thick manhood throbbing on my abs and I wanna fuck you so bad. I turn my face into your body to protect my windpipe, then reach up between us to grab and yank on your hand to wrist grip around my neck. I dig my toes into the mat to get traction to surge through my hips and quads to push your hip joints forward with my big thighs. I plant the palms of my hands on your pec and shoulder and push hard to yank my head backwards, our battle sweat helping me slip out of your guilly grip, and as soon as I arch up, reign down thundering fist bombs. My legs and hips fight your leg guard by keeping me close enough to throw fists that land on the sides of your head and one to the nose. There is more blood but it mixes with the huge amount of sweat we generate by fighting. I arch up to really swing from the cheap seats and get top heavy in your legs.

Arjun Pawar

I am raising my elbow guard but feeling some bruising fists smash into my temples and into my nose, spraying more blood and ringing my bell good. With muscle memory alone I quickly plant my feet, buck up a powerful bridge into you, taking you off your stance enough to use my leg guard to squeeze and sweep you sideways onto your back as I scramble expertly into full mount on you now, slamming down fists into your head and face. I know I connected some, see you feel stunned, but now you are arching and bucking and toppling me from my mount and we end up rolling over and over. We are both very scrappy with fists in close. We keep landing blows that keep each other’s bell rung and therefore unable to stabilize an advantage over the other. We get back into that leg guard dance but keep sweeping each other over while throwing shoulder shot jabs and crosses, getting good connections, and fighting for top advantage. Our eyesight is bleary and our heads hazy, yet we are still looking to get some solid ground and pound on the other.

Hassan Malik

Our rolling transitions in each other’s leg guard are getting sloppy as we get exhausted and groggy from the head blows. We trade punches as we fight for top position, but getting some full on ground and pound remains elusive to us. We keep struggling with punches from the inside and battering away at each other's sides, lats, kidneys with short jabs. Two final upper cuts from the inside clock both our chins, one right after the other and we collapse side by side on our backs, dazed and punch drunk. Our cocks lay thick, hard and heavy on our sweaty undulating abdominals as we struggle to keep our eyes open, much less start to get up. I roll towards you trying to shake it off and you are not moving, so I slowly crawl on top of your chest, laying there hazily, blood dripping down my chin onto your chest and continuing to take in deep breaths. As you start to stir I reach up and snake my arms around your head and shoulders, locking in the grip around your neck with a hand to wrist grip, my biceps threatening your windpipe. I don’t have the equilibrium to get up, but I can squeeze a choke for dear life.

Arjun Pawar

My eyes are clearing, I can see the padded ceiling. My head is clearing so I can feel you crawl onto me and snag a head and arm triangle choke. I shake my head, trying to fight back to alertness and immediately grab your hand to wrist grip and start yanking on it. I turn towards you, forcing you to your side, so you have a loose head lock, but you lost my windpipe. I can tell both our equilibriums are off kilter, but I am able to sloppily throw my near leg over your top leg and try to shimmy on top of you to gain your back. My bell is really fucking rung, but my dick is diamond hard and throbbing and it wants your ass. I reach up and try to grab your head and shoulder for a triangle lock, but our hips are still struggling side by side for control. I have your near leg ensnared, but you crawl forward to keep me from gaining your back. It’s like two drunks trying to wrestle.

Hassan Malik

My head is clearing and some energy is returning faster than yours as I struggle with our inner legs locked, making sure you don’t get my back. I trapped your leg and now yank it backwards to slide my hips over yours and fully gain your back. My chest smashes into your thick, sweaty rhomboids as I pin you down into the mat. I quickly snare your head and shoulder in a rear naked choke and lay my big legs over yours, thick thighs on top of thick thighs with my thick shaft riding your sweaty ass crack. As you struggle to move under me my legs snake around yours, getting my jiu jitsu hooks in and then spreading your legs to immobilize your hips. I shift to the right and pull your whole body on top of mine so my chest flexes up into your back as you look up at the ceiling. My rear naked choke yanks your head and neck upwards, my legs spreading yours wider yanks your hips downwards, all to stretch you out on top of me. I wish I could see your big, beautiful chest flexing upwards as you arch in my hold and see your warrior cock laying so powerful and proud on your rippling abdominals. I cinch the choke deeper as I flex my hips up into yours, pressing my cock in your hard glutes. “Tap out.”

Arjun Pawar

I feel your hard pecs digging into my back as you flex your hips up into me, stretching me out in a full rear naked choke. I feel your rock hard dick sliding in my ass. I feel the pressure around my neck and on my windpipe making me dizzy as I lose air. I feel my dick so diamond hard, yet laying helpless on my rippling core as I tap on your arm and slowly slide into a lower level of consciousness. Somewhere in the darkness I feel this heavy pressure, hard and wet, slide onto my back and press me into the mat. I feel you just rubbing your thick manhood on my sweat slick crack and hole as your abs ripple on my lower back and your chest spreads out across my back. Your arm still wraps commandingly around my throat as I slowly wake to a groggy state. I feel this huge pressure in my ass as you slowly push into me and stay all the way in and shoved against my cum tank. My head snaps back into the crook of your neck as your dick pistons insane pleasure inside me. I don’t have the energy for words, but my body language is exhaustion and submission.

Hassan Malik

I probably still have rubber for legs, and I have spent energy I didn't have to get to victory, but my dick knows how to find a smoking hot ass and get inside it. I push into you and feel myself pulsate inside your warm tight ass, nudged up against your prostate. My exhaustion remains hard to shake off and my bell is still ringing some, but my hips find the energy as lust rises in me and they start to hump my cock into you. Blood drips from the cut you gave me above my right eye and from my nose onto your neck as I maintain the simple choke around your neck tight enough to matter. I feel you bucking up into me with your hips and ass and squeeze your glutes tightly around my cock and I begin to thrust in unison with you. I love the sensation of your hard boiled muscles feeling indestructible and your body feeling so fucking thick and powerful even while underneath me. I am fucking grade A grappler ass, so tight, your full hindquarters are rock solid stretching into the glutes which might as well be granite. Pleasure is banging around inside me powerfully as I playfully tighten the choke, and moan in your ear, “Submit to me and seek your revenge by letting us do this every day together as teammates.”

Arjun Pawar

To be honest I have no resistance in me, only exhaustion, and yet I feel surging muscle lust and it’s animating energies. I shove my ass and brick like hips up into yours and meet your alpha cock, pushing into your groin while your manhood slowly penetrates me fully. I breathe slowly and deeply to take you in all the way, then start to meet your hump with my flexing ass in unison. I feel you loosen the choke as you feel me sexually submitting by becoming an active bottom. I nuzzle my head back into yours as I feel us sweating together and making still more heat from the friction between your rippling hard muscle and the wide thickness of my sweaty back. I feel you grabbing my head, twisting it to the side and kissing me with slow sexy swirls of the tongue and sucking on each other’s lips. We moan with our heads so close, hot air in each other’s faces and I say, “I submit to being your teammate.” You kiss me with wild abandon and then center yourself back on top of me, under hooking my arms for leverage and fuck me like a machine, your diamond hard manhood pistoning in and out of me with quickening pace. My growling had turned into constant, staccato moans.

Hassan Malik

20:04 Hassan_Malik: We lay there completely alone and we hump. I flex my ass and push my dick into you, you shove your hard glutes back into me without ever losing body contact. It takes up minimal energy and so it feels like we're finally enabled recovery time. It makes all the difference when our lungs are replenished fully and our equilibrium reestablished. We fuck with increasing energy and passion. “It was such a close fight and this guy loves to fuck,” I’m thinking. “We gonna sign out a private grappling mat suite and fight and fuck each other until we wear out this amazing feeling.” I piston hump you methodically for almost 15 minutes and we are both grunting out our moans. No fight left in us, but plenty of horny as I feel my balls start to roil. I reach under you and grab your cock horn, which has drilled a hole in the mat, and slowly stroke its thickness, feeling you are about to pop as well. You meet me instinctually for a kiss as we both edge as long as we can and then my body starts to spasm and jerk. My ass squeeze flexes into you a few disjointed times, punching my cock and explosive orgasm all the way to your cum tank. I grab on to you in ecstasy, flex humping my dick into you, pumping load after load of my mud inside you.

Arjun Pawar

My eyes are closed as you fuck my ass and make my balls explode. I feel your hot creamy mud filling me up and my own balls shoot a landslide of mud into the mat beneath me. I feel like I have been moaning, slave to your dick, forever. I love feeling your heavy muscle weight laying finally still on top of me, physically and sexually spent. I feel you cuddle into me from the top as my cock milks itself on the mat and we just lay with the vibrating waves of pleasure as they work their way through our bodies. You slide off me to the side so we can embrace on our sides, still rubbing our pecs and dicks together. We make out and grind our still hard cocks together until we slowly slip into low gear with a mutual cum coma. We wrap our exhausted arms around our sweat soaked bodies and fall asleep like brothers in each other’s arms, sleeping off the beating we both just dished out.

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Published: 2023-05-05, viewed 102 times.