By:
BW & Ryan Michaels
Cockfighting - the purest form of male vs male sexual
combat. Whether it's a slapping sword fight to try and make your opponent go
soft or an erotic grinding to try and make him cum first; either way, it proves
who has the stronger cock and who is the Alpha Male.
This is the story of how I became a Cockfighter.
I was eighteen years old and brand new in college. As
a standout on the football field in high school, I was recruited hard by
several colleges and finally decided on my destination - one of the powerhouse programs
in the south - and I was more than ready to get started. I knew I had my work
cut out for me to see the field as a freshman, but I was determined to do so; after
all, they didn't recruit me to ride the bench.
We had just finished our first spring practice under
the blistering sun and the lot of us were now in the locker room, shooting the
shit as we stripped
out of our football gear and headed off for the showers.
Tyler walked into the shower room last and grabbed the
shower next to mine. He was the Alpha Male of the team, a junior linebacker who
was 6'4 and 245 pounds. He ruled the team and kept everyone in line, but it was
all about respect for him - he demanded it, and he got it.
We chatted a bit as we showered and then he looked at
me and grinned. "Come on, rook. Time to initiate you."
"What are you talking about?"
"You'll see. Let's go."
I knew better than to say anything to Tyler; his word
was law on the football team and we all knew it.
"Initiation time for the heralded rook! Circle up,
boys!" he called out to the rest of our teammates in a loud, thunderous
voice.
Our teammates quickly made a circle around the two of us
in the shower room; I never expected what came next.
Tyler moved in front of me and I looked over his body,
which seemed to be sculpted out of clay. His cock, bigger than mine, hung
between his legs proudly.
"Ok, rook, you want your spot on the team? You
want to be a part of our crew?"
I nodded.
"Then you're gonna have to earn it. You're gonna
have to fight for it."
"Fight? Are you serious? I thought that was
against the rules?"
Everyone laughed.
"Not fist fight, rook. We're fighting with our
cocks."
"Huh? Our co… I'm not sure what you're talking
about, Tyler."
"Cock on cock combat. Cockfighting!" he replied.
"Cockfighting?"
"Yeah. I guess you've never heard of it in the
small town you're from, but we all do it here. All rookies get initiated this
way, and since you're Mr. five-star wide receiver, you're first up on the
chopping block."
I clearly had no idea what to do because I had never
heard of such a thing in my life, and I just stood there, looking to Tyler for
more.
"Ok, rook, here's how it goes: We battle with our
cocks, until one of us goes soft or loses his load. Got it?"
I just nodded my head again, still not really having any
idea how to cockfight.
"Come on, rook! Stroke that cock of yours and get it ready for battle. My beast is ready for another win!" Tyler said as he grabbed his cock and started to stroke it.