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Many people read and enjoyed my original Cockfighter story. Several people have expressed interest in reading more of the series. I would like it if readers would treat the first story as a prologue set in the main character's present or future. The next stories being added will describe Mike's origin and transition from wrestling to cockfighting.
Mike had loved wrestling ever since he had been a kid. Even in his childhood, he wrestled with neighbors and friends every chance he got. Everything about it appealed to him. The struggle to be on top. Putting his hands in private places on other boys both to overcome them physically and to find their psychological weakness. At a very young age he would always get an erection when he wrestled even before he knew what his penis was for or why it happened. It just felt so good.
Mike was definitely good looking, and it opened doors for him. Other boys would wrestle with him to try and gain status, but most of the time they would be disappointed when he won. Girls would often watch and were ever curious about his passion for controlling other males. Although it was always nice to have extra attention, girls did nothing for him. He was friends with some of them, but they just never had the mystique that Mike found in other males.
Mike had a handsome face with a perfect jaw line. His Dad was French Canadian, and his Mother was of Irish descent. Mike got the best of both worlds having a beautiful face with thick dark hair and blue eyes that you could get lost in. Puberty seemed to hit him early, and he had to start shaving at an early age. He often sported stubble to give him a rough and rugged look. His shoulders were a bit wide, but try as he might he hadn't been able to put on any sizable muscle. His speed and scrapiness served him well for now. But, he needed to add muscle and more strength in the future. Plus, if he was going to compete as a cockfighter he needed to be able to intimidate his opponents. His body hair had grown in fairly quickly, and he was one of the few boys in his high school that proudly sported mossy chest hair.
There were a couple more disappointments. Mike was shorter than he wanted to be. If only he could be tall like his Father and the male relatives on Dad's side of the family! The other shortness ran deeper. Although Mike's dick was nicely shaped and often hard, it was smaller than the other guys in the locker room. Mike had to admit that part of his love of wrestling was controlling the guys who had swinging dicks in private and that showed prominently in their shiny singlets. At least his were big, low slung, and had a beautiful smooth shape.
Unfortunately, Mike knew few boys in school who were gay. They often tried to hang out with him, but he had to admit that they just didn't measure up for him. He wanted to be close to the muscle jocks. He really wished graduation would come sooner so he could be wrestling with college muscle hunks. Mike was at the end of his junior year in high school and had just turned 17. School had been hit and miss for him in his younger years as his Father had to move frequently when Mike was young. He was a software developer and made a lot of money. His Mother was an engineer, and between them they both had high salaries. But they always seemed to be moving from contract to contract, so the moves were inevitable.
Mike's greatest wish was to become a master cockfighter. His Dad had taken him to see some of the matches, and it was fascinating to him. Cockfighting had started as an underground sport, and you had to know the right people to find roaming venues. The cockfighters were the epitome of what Mike wanted to be. Huge men who one might of thought more appropriate to be on a football field. They all sported singlets that were based on college wrestling design, but more often than not the cockfighters had sizable genitalia. Many of them wore singlets that had pouch compartments that accentuated their male equipment and shaped it while being tight enough to show every groove and ridge.
Mike had just finished his last wrestling meet as a junior. His Dad was driving him home from the match. His Dad asked him, "So what are your plans for the future?"
"To do the best I can. I'm fast and scrappy and have learned to use that to my maximum advantage. But, there is only so much I can do with this body. If I were tall, and built like a brick shithouse. Maybe I would have a chance to become a top of the line cockfighter some day." Mike was absent mindedly rubbing his crotch while talking about it.
"Mike, you always precum a lot during your wrestling meets. Everyone could see the stains in your singlet today, and now you're rubbing yourself like you're not satisfied."
"I'm not satisfied! My balls are blue and throbbing. I can't wait until we get home so I can jack off and relieve some of this pressure."
"I feel for you son. You wish you could be a cockfighter so you could have the enjoyment of releasing your balls at the end of every match, don't you?"
"Absolutely! I would give anything to be able to control a cockfighting stud, and make him let me fuck him. Or bury his face in my crotch and suck until I came!"
There was an awkward pause for a few minutes. Mike finally piped up, "Dad, does it bother you that I'm gay?"
"It doesn't bother me if you are. To each his own I say! But, I have to be honest. I really don't want to hear the details of what you want to do. I just want you to keep winning, and I'd love to see you become a successful cockfighter. If you were a pro you could bring home millions of dollars in purse money!"
"Dad, I know we're on the same side. I don't care what you do with the money as long as you leave me enough to make a basic living. For me, I just want to be overwhelmed with the smells of crotch musk, sweat, precum, and soap all mixed together! Problem is, I've taken this body as far as it will go, and I don't see myself as a winning pro at all."
His Dad sighed. Then asked, "What if I told you I found a cutting edge cockfight doctor who could let you change you body in any way that you liked? I heard of him by networking with some friends at work. Depending on what treatments you select it could be really expensive, but I want to see you happy. And I would be proud to see you kicking those tight asses around to your whims. Even though the initial treatments are expensive, your Mother and I can easily afford it for you. What do you say? Would you like to meet him, and hear what he can do for you?"
"Yes! I'll do anything to win and win big!"
"I have a surprise for you son. Open the glove box."
Mike opened the glove box and saw an envelope with his name on it. He took it that he was supposed to open it, and looked inside. There were two tickets to the summer cockfighting circuit." Mike felt a rush when he saw this. He could see the cockfighters go at it all summer before returning to school in the fall!
"Dad, are you going to take me to all of these matches?"
"Yes son. And you will be meeting with the doctor all summer trying to give you the characteristics you think you need to win. Also, I have arranged for you to work with a man who coaches both wrestlers and cockfighters. It will be the first time you will actually be able to have sanctioned sex with an opponent or a tutor. I think if you get more of a taste of what you want you will be unstoppable. I really am on your side!"
Mike wished he could physically show his Father affection for the gifts, but knew his Dad would be uncomfortable. So, he extended his hand for a firm handshake, and told his Dad how much this meant to him!
When they arrived home, Mike grabbed his gym bag and started to head in. His Dad followed. He found his Mother waiting for him once inside. "How did you do son?" "I completely won the championship! But, if you'll excuse me, I need to take care of something!" Mike darted up the stairs to his room.
Mike's Dad came in from the outside. His wife asked him if Mike was headed for his room for the usual reason. "Yep, poor kid gets so worked up during these matches. I could tell his balls definitely hurt him on the way home they were so blue. And, you'll have some extra work to do on his singlet when you wash it. It's thoroughly stained."
"That's alright. I just want our son to be happy. Did you mention the special training and the doctor to him?'
"Yes, and he's very enthusiastic. I really think he will go on to be an amazing athlete."
"Frank....", Mike's Mom addressed his Father, "I feel so sorry for him to have to hold it in on the drive home. He really seems like he's in pain. Couldn't you just let him take care of it in the car on the way home? Especially on the out of town matches! He shouldn't have to wait such a long time to get relief. I think you should really loosen your grip on him."
"Sarah, I do feel bad for him. But, I just don't feel comfortable with him stroking off in the car. It just doesn't feel proper."
"Well, why can't you make a stop at a convenience store or a gas station, and he could take care of it in the restroom. You need to handle this better. How will you feel if he makes it onto the cockfighting circuit? You know how much sex goes on in the games. You'll have to watch all of it. And you won't be able to avoid seeing Mike naked then."
Frank looked away for a moment, then said "As you wish! I'll make an effort to be more accepting with him, and give him more freedom. He does deserve it as hard as he works. He trains to the maximum, and when he's not training he's studying. I really hope he gets into one of the schools where cockfighting is popular, and he can pursue his dreams there. He could pick up a really helpful degree, while he's also wrestling and cockfighting."
"Did you talk to him about Dr. Sorenson?"
"I just mentioned that we had found a doctor who could help him with his cockfighting. I thought it best if we let the doctor go over everything with him. I made his first appointment for next week. As soon as Mike is done with his junior year," Frank said.
"Did you also mention Coach Miller?" "Yes, I just mentioned in passing that he would have a coach. He doesn't know yet that his training with him will be sexual as well as wrestling in general. Let him be surprised. I also have that scheduled for next week. We need him to take maximum advantage over the free time he has this summer."
Sarah nodded, "I've talked to both of them about Mike's diet over the summer. I'm going to force as much lean protein and fresh vegetables into him as possible. His bodyfat percentage when he goes back to school should be really low. He won't realize how much of a weight advantage he has until he starts next fall. I think he'll be thrilled."
"I do too. Speaking of meals, how is dinner coming along?"
"It should be ready in about an hour. Let Mike have that time to do what he needs to wind down from today. I'll call you both when its ready."
Mike's Dad kissed Sarah, and went out to the living room to watch the news.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Mike was locked in his bedroom. He had stripped down the minute he got in his room. He had changed at the gym, but he had still leaked precum on the car ride home. The fresh underwear he had put on was soaked and smelled like cum. He put it in his mouth and sucked the juice out of it. He loved the taste of cum, but unfortunately had only been able to taste his own. He yearned to suck the cum out of another man's cock, but he had sworn that his first time would be someone worthy. He wanted a cockfighter or at least another athlete.
Mike unzipped his bag and reached all the way to the bottom. He had an unusually strong sense of smell, and one of his teammates exuded a natural musk that Mike was drawn to. He had carefully swiped his friend Dave's jock, and quickly held it up to his nose. The smell was intoxicating and Mike inhaled deeply. His cock which had been partially aroused almost immediately got rockhard and bobbing.
Mike removed his briefs, and put a towel on the chair by his computer. He brought up one of his favorite cockfighting videos of a huge man being forced to suck the dick of one much smaller that had bested him in the ring. He inhaled deeply and listened to the men groaning as their modified bodies radiated sexual passion. He was getting close himself. If he had been home alone, he might have edged for a while. But he so needed to cum NOW and didn't want to risk being interrupted. He directed his dick downward to point into his cupped left hand. He vigorously twisted the head thinking of another man doing this for him someday. It wasn't long before he shot into his hand. Load after load emerged violently being expelled from his taut cock.
When it was over, Mike took one side of the towel and cleaned off his hands. He took one final whiff of the jock, before throwing it in his closet with a few other pieces of athletic wear he had stolen over the last few months. He had told his Mother not to launder that stuff, and she had abided by his wishes not asking any questions. They seemed to have an empathetic connection that he lacked with his Father. She just seemed to understand him completely, and was always supportive. Even when it came to sexual matters. He had told her long before today that he was gay, and she had hugged and encouraged him to try and wait until he would have his chance to fully express himself in college. Everyone knew he would get accepted somewhere. But a couple of the schools actually had collegiate cockfighting squads. That was where he wanted to go most.
He put the soaked towel in his laundry hamper, and took out a fresh one. He opened his door slightly and peaked around to see if anyone was upstairs. He was alone. He quickly shuffled to the bathroom across the hall, and jumped into a hot shower. It felt great, and he also felt a gurgling in his balls as they relaxed now that they had been emptied. He felt a little drowsy.
He quickly finished his shower, and headed back to his room. It wasn't long before his Mom called them to dinner. He put on some sweats, and went downstairs. He felt happy knowing that there was, at least a possibility, that he might someday achieve all his goals. And, it would start very soon after this last week of school was over.
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