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I put my cock in a dirty bag.

As I enter the arena and the blood sport begins; I gaze around the room, at the fighting cocks, all dressed in battle trim. Angry eyes telling tails, chests puffed out, shit and bloody feathers scattered to and fro, spurred on by spite... Amidst the bitter cries; and angry beaks; talons rip and wound again and again until the match is over and everyones a loser; Even the hen!
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Written by
Purcy
52 / M / Earth
Published
May 20, 2018
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11·69
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Inspired by Cock waving & cockfighting.

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#cock#fight
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