Date: Sat, 16 Jan 2016 21:26:48 -0600
From: William Benjamin <gaybdsm.and.sf@gmail.com>
Subject: Defeated Cockfighter gets Punished - Part 2

Please do not reprint this story without my permission. Part of my
motivation in publishing these stories is to meet others with similar
tastes and ideas. I'm always looking to exchange hot story ideas and have
just plain conversation with like minded people. So, please feel free to
email me (William Benjamin) at: gaybdsm.and.sf@gmail.com.

I have another story published on Nifty called "Tormented Jock" to which I
will also be adding new parts. I am working on another new story line about
an alien takeover that I am starting and expect to be very sexually
charged. You can find other stories as they are added by searching for
"gaybdsm.and.sf@gmail.com". (BTW, the SF stands for "Science Fiction" and
not "San Francisco". In my younger years science fiction was called "SF"
and the old classic science fiction movies were called "Sci Fi". All of my
stories contain elements of SF, or at least technology, which reflects my
constant interest in science and tech.

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.

		     Origins of a Cockfighter - Part 1

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.

(The next part of the story will pick up with Mike's first doctor visit. If
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