Losing by a Long Strectch - Part Two

They love it!!!!

...continued from Part One!

Soon we were both standing naked.

Harvey started to stretch his limbs - so as to prepare for action and afford the opportunity for the women to see his naked body. There was not an ounce of fat on him, slim but muscular throughout. It must be said he did cut and imposing figure, testament to the many hours he must have spent in the gym. His cock slowly became erect as he knew by now the women were pouring their hungry eyes all over him. To garner some attention, I also became erect, matching him inch-for-inch for the women’s attention.

Sadly, they were totally focused on him and his athletic physique.

By now we were standing facing one another, albeit at opposite ends of the room. We slowly moved to the centre, stopping a short distance apart. Linda quietly suggested that we start the verbal match in order to move things along.

Harvey

Faye shouted to Harvey: “Go on honey! Give it to him!”

I raised my hands to start slapping him, which was also a key part of the verbal match – slanging and slapping.

“You aint got much of a cock, have yer?” he snarled, commencing the verbal fight.

“Fuck off, arshole!” I retorted, followed by a stinging slap to the side of his face.

Quickly, he retaliated by shoving me, then following it up with “Shithead!”

For what seemed like ages, we harangued and cursed each other, intermittently proffering and receiving slaps to the face and body.

“Stop and return to your corners!” Linda chipped in, announcing that this part of the match was over.

We did as instructed, using this break to drink water and prepare ourselves for the physical fight that was to follow. I could hear both Linda and Faye whispering and comparing notes on who was best in the slanging and slapping round, agreeing that it was me. Buoyed by this, my confidence rose, knowing that I was well ahead against my rival.

“Harvey, Derek, you ready to start again”? Faye eagerly shouted, impatient for the fight to properly begin.

“Yes,” I replied, whilst Harvey quietly nodded.

Linda nervously lit another cigarette, filling the air with a strong smell of nicotine and adding to the already seedy atmosphere of the afternoon. “The time is 3.15 and the next round officially begins,” Faye added, again trying to initiate us to fight.

"Go on, Harvey! Batter him!"

Again, we both met in the middle of the room, shortly followed by pushing and shoving. Swiftly, Harvey grabbed me and spun me around, then quickly pushing me from behind. I landed awkwardly on top of Linda who shrieked with delight. “Yeahhhh!!!!!!”

Faye shouted, “Go on Harvey, batter him!!!” The women had now lost their inhibitions and nerves, becoming more vocal as the fight began. I leapt up and charged at him, knocking him to the floor. We wrestled furiously, rolling back and forth around the room. Soon, Harvey managed to wrap his powerful thighs around my waist, squeezing with all his strength in a bid to weaken me. Tighter and tighter his legs held me in a vice like grip, slowly draining the wind from my lungs. I groaned with each clench, quickly becoming short of breath and weakened. I could feel his hand reach down to grab my cock, followed by a furious twisting of my ball bag.

“Go for his foreskin, honey!” Linda deliciously shouted.

Oh, man, is this getting good, or what? To be concluded!