BUTCH AMERICAN vs. RUSSIAN BEAR
Part 7 of 7
(The Raunchy Punch-Drunk Sequel to Dads and Sons Fathers’ Day Fight Wager)
Vlad inserted his hard cock into Butch’s ass and pumped him long, hard and enthusiastically. Butch initially let out a loud groan, then turned his face away from the recording devices and silently endured his ass being fucked for the first time. Eventually he relaxed and fully cooperated with the pounding in and out rhythm of Vlad’s dick riding his asshole. Just as Vlad was about to climax, he withdrew his cock out of Butch’s no longer cherry ass and shot a plentiful load up and down Butch’s torso.
The fucking accomplished, Vlad told the truckers to stop recording and go back to the diner. They did so. Vlad went outside and filled Butch’s cap with more snow. He came back and gently rubbed the snow over Butch’s body doing his best to clean him of the cum, blood and muck. It took several trips. He rolled Butch over and cleaned his broad back, his lush, ample ass and the back of his legs as well. Butch lay passively during this. Vlad believed that Butch was still feeling the humiliation of defeat and of being fucked, but then noticed Butch’s cock hardening. He reached for it, but just as his fingers touched the shaft, reflexively, Butch got up off the table and left the barn.
Vlad followed carrying both their clothes and the two lamps. He gave Butch his cap and clothes and one of the lamps then immediately lay on the ground and began wallowing and rolling his naked body around in the snow. Butch put his clothes back on while Vlad continued to scoop snow up with his big hands and joyfully scrub himself all over.
Now dressed, Butch took the lamp that was offered him and started trudging down the ridge toward the diner. As Butch walked away, Vlad called out to him. “WIN OR LOSE, AMERICAN, YOU PUT ON ONE HELLUVA GOOD FIGHT. NOT ONE OF THEM DOWN THERE IN THAT FUCKIN DINER WILL BE JUDGING YOU. YOU SHOULD BE FUCKIN PROUD!!
In answer Butch spat at the ground and said, “YEAH, WELL FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE.” He then continued on his way leaving Vlad behind.
Vlad still completely naked kept rolling around in the snow. He rubbed his hair and beard thoroughly doing his best to clean himself. He examined his aching body as he applied the snow to his various wounds. The bite Butch had given him on the side of his pec hurt more than anything else. Carefully administering the bite with snow made him wince at the resulting sharp pain. His body was black and blue and covered with cuts, some still bleeding. It was now getting very late. After the extreme violence, it felt good for Vlad to have this time to himself. However, his body was now beginning to shake from cold. Vlad rose with difficulty and dressed himself quickly. He then followed Butch’s footprints in the snow down the ridge and went back to the diner.
He opened the door and shouted, “ARE WE VIRAL YET? AM I FAMOUS ON INTERNET?” Everyone stopped talking and simply stared at him. Vlad looked around and quickly realized that Butch wasn’t there. Carla read his mind and said, “He didn’t want to stay inside. He returned the lantern, that’s all. He’s probably gonna spend the rest of the night in his truck.”
Vlad announced that he had come for his winnings. He handed over the last of the lanterns to Murray and started collecting the vast amounts of cash, including Butch’s five hundred dollars and counted it greedily. Vlad then turned his head looking out at the parking lot. Murray piped in, “You two aren’t gonna start going at each other again, are you? Haven’t you had enough?”
Vlad smiled at the gaping faces staring at him and said, “THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS ENOUGH!!” As he left the diner and walked into the parking lot, he could hear the door being locked behind him. Vlad laughed at the idea of his now being barred from the diner. He looked around at the trucks and saw one with tiny little red lights blinking on and off, then saw the form of Butch sitting behind the wheel, no doubt still brooding.
Vlad walked boldly, approached the passenger side of the vehicle and pounded on the door as he pressed his face against the fogged-up window. “IT’S ME, AMERICAN, OPEN UP!!”
Butch looked over, his face registering an expression of disbelief, and after a second of hesitation leaned over and opened the door. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?”
Vlad immediately piled into the truck cab closing the door behind him. He noticed the tiny Hawaiian Hula Doll’s red titties blinking on and off. Vlad laughed loudly. “THIS DOLL’S RED TITTIES LOOK LIKE MINE.” He held a time-out finger at Butch and before Butch could even respond, opened his jacket revealing his bare chest and pointed proudly to each of his very red nipples. “MINE ARE BETTER BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT ONLY BIGGER, BUT REAL. BUT WAIT, I WANT TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING.” Vlad whipped his jacket off in one swift motion and then indicated the nasty bite wound on the side of his pec. “LOOK AT THAT. THAT WAS PUSHING IT TO VERY DANGEROUS LEVEL! YOU DON’T KNOW HOW CRAZY MAD THAT MADE ME!!”
Incensed, Butch whipped his own jacket off and displayed the equally nasty bite wound on his shoulder. “YEAH, THINK THAT’S ANY BETTER? IT WAS A FIGHT, ASSHOLE. SHIT HAPPENS IN A FIGHT!! YOU WANT TO START SHIT UP AGAIN, CAUSE – GODDAMN FUCK IT!! – I’M READY TO GO ALL OVER AGAIN!! RIGHT HERE, RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!”
Vlad said, “I AM NOT HERE TO START UP SHIT AGAIN, BUT YOU KNOW FUCKING WELL I NEVER BACK AWAY FROM ANY CHALLENGE TO FIGHT, SO SIT AND LISTEN TO ME FOR ONE DAMN MINUTE, BEFORE IT’S TOO FUCKING LATE AND WE BOTH FIGHT EACH OTHER ALL OVER AGAIN. JUST LISTEN, OKAY?”
Butch sat glaring at Vlad. “OKAY, SPIT IT ALL OUT CAUSE I DON’T HAVE A LOT OF FUCKING PATIENCE.”
Vlad said, “YES, THIS MUCH ABOUT YOU I KNOW VERY WELL.”
Vlad looked at the blinking red tittie lights on the doll, thought for a minute and then turned looking directly into Butch’s eyes.
He said, “Butch American, I win fight but it was all on YOUR TERMS. You insisted on YOUR TERMS. The terms you set for the winner of the fight between you and me are not the terms I would have made.
Butch, furious, said, “OH, YOU WANTED ME TO BE A SEX SLAVE OR SOME OTHER FUCKING BULLSHIT, HUH? GET OUT OF MY TRUCK, ASSHOLE, CAUSE YOU AIN’T NEVER HAVING ME THAT WAY AGAIN!! FUCK YOU AND YOUR FUCKING TERMS!! GET OUT OF MY FUCKIN TRUCK OR I SWEAR I’LL START SWINGING ON YOU!!”
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13.4.2021 20:59BUTCH AMERICAN vs. RUSSIAN BEAR
Part 7 of 7
(The Raunchy Punch-Drunk Sequel to Dads and Sons Fathers’ Day Fight Wager)
Vlad inserted his hard cock into Butch’s ass and pumped him long, hard and enthusiastically. Butch initially let out a loud groan, then turned his face away from the recording devices and silently endured his ass being fucked for the first time. Eventually he relaxed and fully cooperated with the pounding in and out rhythm of Vlad’s dick riding his asshole. Just as Vlad was about to climax, he withdrew his cock out of Butch’s no longer cherry ass and shot a plentiful load up and down Butch’s torso.
The fucking accomplished, Vlad told the truckers to stop recording and go back to the diner. They did so. Vlad went outside and filled Butch’s cap with more snow. He came back and gently rubbed the snow over Butch’s body doing his best to clean him of the cum, blood and muck. It took several trips. He rolled Butch over and cleaned his broad back, his lush, ample ass and the back of his legs as well. Butch lay passively during this. Vlad believed that Butch was still feeling the humiliation of defeat and of being fucked, but then noticed Butch’s cock hardening. He reached for it, but just as his fingers touched the shaft, reflexively, Butch got up off the table and left the barn.
Vlad followed carrying both their clothes and the two lamps. He gave Butch his cap and clothes and one of the lamps then immediately lay on the ground and began wallowing and rolling his naked body around in the snow. Butch put his clothes back on while Vlad continued to scoop snow up with his big hands and joyfully scrub himself all over.
Now dressed, Butch took the lamp that was offered him and started trudging down the ridge toward the diner. As Butch walked away, Vlad called out to him. “WIN OR LOSE, AMERICAN, YOU PUT ON ONE HELLUVA GOOD FIGHT. NOT ONE OF THEM DOWN THERE IN THAT FUCKIN DINER WILL BE JUDGING YOU. YOU SHOULD BE FUCKIN PROUD!!
In answer Butch spat at the ground and said, “YEAH, WELL FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE.” He then continued on his way leaving Vlad behind.
Vlad still completely naked kept rolling around in the snow. He rubbed his hair and beard thoroughly doing his best to clean himself. He examined his aching body as he applied the snow to his various wounds. The bite Butch had given him on the side of his pec hurt more than anything else. Carefully administering the bite with snow made him wince at the resulting sharp pain. His body was black and blue and covered with cuts, some still bleeding. It was now getting very late. After the extreme violence, it felt good for Vlad to have this time to himself. However, his body was now beginning to shake from cold. Vlad rose with difficulty and dressed himself quickly. He then followed Butch’s footprints in the snow down the ridge and went back to the diner.
He opened the door and shouted, “ARE WE VIRAL YET? AM I FAMOUS ON INTERNET?” Everyone stopped talking and simply stared at him. Vlad looked around and quickly realized that Butch wasn’t there. Carla read his mind and said, “He didn’t want to stay inside. He returned the lantern, that’s all. He’s probably gonna spend the rest of the night in his truck.”
Vlad announced that he had come for his winnings. He handed over the last of the lanterns to Murray and started collecting the vast amounts of cash, including Butch’s five hundred dollars and counted it greedily. Vlad then turned his head looking out at the parking lot. Murray piped in, “You two aren’t gonna start going at each other again, are you? Haven’t you had enough?”
Vlad smiled at the gaping faces staring at him and said, “THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS ENOUGH!!” As he left the diner and walked into the parking lot, he could hear the door being locked behind him. Vlad laughed at the idea of his now being barred from the diner. He looked around at the trucks and saw one with tiny little red lights blinking on and off, then saw the form of Butch sitting behind the wheel, no doubt still brooding.
Vlad walked boldly, approached the passenger side of the vehicle and pounded on the door as he pressed his face against the fogged-up window. “IT’S ME, AMERICAN, OPEN UP!!”
Butch looked over, his face registering an expression of disbelief, and after a second of hesitation leaned over and opened the door. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?”
Vlad immediately piled into the truck cab closing the door behind him. He noticed the tiny Hawaiian Hula Doll’s red titties blinking on and off. Vlad laughed loudly. “THIS DOLL’S RED TITTIES LOOK LIKE MINE.” He held a time-out finger at Butch and before Butch could even respond, opened his jacket revealing his bare chest and pointed proudly to each of his very red nipples. “MINE ARE BETTER BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT ONLY BIGGER, BUT REAL. BUT WAIT, I WANT TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING.” Vlad whipped his jacket off in one swift motion and then indicated the nasty bite wound on the side of his pec. “LOOK AT THAT. THAT WAS PUSHING IT TO VERY DANGEROUS LEVEL! YOU DON’T KNOW HOW CRAZY MAD THAT MADE ME!!”
Incensed, Butch whipped his own jacket off and displayed the equally nasty bite wound on his shoulder. “YEAH, THINK THAT’S ANY BETTER? IT WAS A FIGHT, ASSHOLE. SHIT HAPPENS IN A FIGHT!! YOU WANT TO START SHIT UP AGAIN, CAUSE – GODDAMN FUCK IT!! – I’M READY TO GO ALL OVER AGAIN!! RIGHT HERE, RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!”
Vlad said, “I AM NOT HERE TO START UP SHIT AGAIN, BUT YOU KNOW FUCKING WELL I NEVER BACK AWAY FROM ANY CHALLENGE TO FIGHT, SO SIT AND LISTEN TO ME FOR ONE DAMN MINUTE, BEFORE IT’S TOO FUCKING LATE AND WE BOTH FIGHT EACH OTHER ALL OVER AGAIN. JUST LISTEN, OKAY?”
Butch sat glaring at Vlad. “OKAY, SPIT IT ALL OUT CAUSE I DON’T HAVE A LOT OF FUCKING PATIENCE.”
Vlad said, “YES, THIS MUCH ABOUT YOU I KNOW VERY WELL.”
Vlad looked at the blinking red tittie lights on the doll, thought for a minute and then turned looking directly into Butch’s eyes.
He said, “Butch American, I win fight but it was all on YOUR TERMS. You insisted on YOUR TERMS. The terms you set for the winner of the fight between you and me are not the terms I would have made.
Butch, furious, said, “OH, YOU WANTED ME TO BE A SEX SLAVE OR SOME OTHER FUCKING BULLSHIT, HUH? GET OUT OF MY TRUCK, ASSHOLE, CAUSE YOU AIN’T NEVER HAVING ME THAT WAY AGAIN!! FUCK YOU AND YOUR FUCKING TERMS!! GET OUT OF MY FUCKIN TRUCK OR I SWEAR I’LL START SWINGING ON YOU!!”