Cockfight at the Abyss Bar - MVM

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Thanks to the comments, I was encouraged to publish this story of men versus men.

I'd like to share a story with you based on my tastes and fantasies. As a warning, in this story I like to go into detail and create a scenario before the fight. I may digress, add unrealistic elements, alter historical facts to my liking before getting to the actual action, or add unnecessary or repetitive details. As an amateur writer, I'm happy to receive any constructive feedback. However, I also consider it important to find a personal style that suits my writing, and this story represents my desires as a writer.

That said, I have nothing more to add. This story is completely focused on cockfighting and muscles. If you like those themes, I invite you to read it.

I hope you enjoy it, and although leaving a comment isn't necessary, I would appreciate any feedback here or privately. Without further ado, here is the story:

Cockfight at the Abyss Bar - Chapter 1
The Abyss Bar was special. It was a three-story building with a basement. It had a huge, commonly populated dance floor, but it also had tables further away from the noise and closer to the bar. The bartenders at the bar were very good, offering a wide selection of drinks available to mix. They are very accessible to chat with, ideal for more intimate conversations.

Although these elements weren't what made Abyss's bar more special, you see, this business has a very different background than the others. It was founded by a sexy redhead named Carol, a white woman with untamed green eyes. To others, she was a sexy, independent, and enterprising woman, but to those more in the know, Carol is the queen of the underworld of sex fights.

Sex fights are more than just a fetish of the contemporary era; They have accompanied humanity and the perversion of the human being for a long time but always from a deep secret, behind symbols, myths and stories that recounted this method of clash between alphas, a world of new possibilities for those who find the clues ... In the past there was a battle that marked a milestone, the combat of Gilgamesh and Enkidu described in the Epic of Gilgamesh, one of the oldest literary works preserved has in its myth a vital extract to understand this sexual dimension and it is the fight of Enkidu against Gilgamesh, the myth narrates the clash of two men, their meeting in the streets of Uruk, where the two become entangled in a fierce battle of hand-to-hand combat locked, Gilgamesh's divinity granted him incomparable body and power. It was not until the gods, fed up with his arrogance, joined forces to create Enkidu, a beast in his behavior, but with a face and muscles as beautifully sculpted as Gilgamesh. Thus the hero meets an opponent who is his equal, his rival. Both divine creatures finally met in a duel. According to legend, they fought for days, completely naked.

For the public, the narrative only pays homage to the various myths of Mesopotamian culture, but some historians have determined a different connotation: a gay battle between two men. One interpretation, due to a lack of evidence, is nevertheless correct. Gilgamesh and Enkidu are merely a representation of a real clash, an attempt to preserve and narrate such an intense sexual battle in the streets of Uruk, a battle where two men of massive strength and masculinity clashed, in all their essence; muscle against muscle and penis against penis. Their clash was so intense that they were immortalized in a divine tale, but their legacy did not end there.

The sexual clash in Mesopotamia ignited a flame that remains unquenchable even today; their masculine battle transcended borders, eras, and even genders. Following this clash, various warriors began practicing naked wrestling, hand-to-hand combat. This practice was developed in ancient Greece, where an official method of naked combat between men was taught. Pancrasium, this wrestling practice would become a symbol of status and power; it would later lead to the creation of the Olympic Games. Even among the Pancrasium warriors, there was another clandestine group, and that was sexual wrestling.

Pancrasium sexus, abbreviated as Pancsex, was a secret society that formed in parallel to popular Pancrasium. It was a form of wrestling where men competed under Pancrasium rules, naked, fighting for control through position and strength. With the freedom to attack the genitals or other erogenous points available, even within this select group, there were other divisions of thought.

Cockfighters, men who are only willing to measure their penises in combat. They clashed their lengths, rubbing, pressing, and measuring, even crushing testicle to testicle.

Another class of combatants are the gladiators. For this type, fighting and physical punishment are the only valid means of combat. Sexual punishment is the winner's reward. They are well known for using penetration as a punishment for defeat.

The Satyrs, based on the myth of the wood nymphs, their male counterparts are the Satyrs, insatiable men... Those willing to test not only their penises in a strict sexual fight; they also use their mouths, hands, and asses. They are willing to use any position, such as 69, masturbation, penetration, cockfight, or even toys. For them, sexual battle is the natural development of the clash between two men, and limiting the encounter to their positions is to belittle their sexual abilities.

While these groups were emerging during the height of Greece and its expansion in Rome, another secret society emerged with a philosophy very similar to Pancsex but with a very different approach. The appearance of the Lesbos island created the legend of the Amazons, societies entirely made up of women. Although seemingly united under a single banner, the Amazons also had to develop some means of resolving their conflicts. Perhaps due to their nature as isolated from men, sexual battles were created to avoid deadly battles. Thus was born another league, the Amazon Sexus, also abbreviated over time to Amasex. The members of this select group also had a marked separation and classification based on their fighting philosophies.

Catfighters, heterosexual women with an absolute hatred of the sensuality of other women, their desire is sometimes mixed in a confusion between their desire for other women and their pride in their own femininity. Everything erupted in cruel fights. Hair pulling, slapping, nailing, and biting are common in their fights. One could presume that this practice transcended secrecy; even today, it is very easy to find or see mud fights between women. This proves the success of Amasex. Their philosophy has broken barriers and reached different cultures… to the point of being consumed by masses in films, series, and books.

Nymphs, like their male counterparts, are women who have fully embraced their lesbian desire, willing to fight with their entire bodies against other women. Sex is merely a tool of hierarchy for them.

Titfighters are a very special and confusing group. They have accepted using their breasts as a weapon, but not to extract and produce pleasure. Instead, their focus is on inflicting pain through their breasts. They walk a fine line. An intense breast fight can produce a catfight, but the necessary erotic skin-to-skin contact can also spark a full-blown sexual fight. Even so, there have been strict titfighting practitioners who respect their practice and maintain that balance.

These classifications, while useful, are not strict. Many men and women begin their sexual journey as strict combatants, but in the constant clash with stimulating rivals, their desires can be overturned and uncovered, transforming them into sexual Satyrs and Nymphs. It is the duty of every alpha to discover their orientation in order to live with their pride and desires. That is the mission of Carol, the nymph queen and owner of the Abyss bar. A secret space for the sexual world.

Today, Carol was serving at the bar, stirring ice and whiskey in a metal glass. She smiled and served a drink to a mature man with a thickset build and short, black hair. The man wore a short, black shirt, very tight around his chest, exposing his biceps. Two masculine arms in the aesthetic sense of beauty and power, with bulging biceps and defined forearms. He was wearing shorts and sneakers. It was an unusual appearance. He looked like he'd just come from the gym, and that caught Carol's attention. She smiles at these instances. The stud in front of her had a rather large but very well-built body; he wasn't the type of man who would come to a bar uninvited.

"Waiting for someone?" Carol finally speaks, thirsty for answers.

The man takes a moment, picks up his drink, shakes it, and then sips, without taking his eyes off the sexy waitress. "Well, yeah, I don't know if you know what a glory hole is"

Carol nods, she knows perfectly well; she's the owner of the bar, although that information isn't necessary to share, at least not for the moment. She'll play along with this man until she knows the answer to her visitor.

"No, I don't really know him, although I'm curious. Can you tell me what it is? Sweetie"

"I don't know if you find it as interesting as I do... Ever since my college days with my first car, I've always had a ritual when I was on vacation. I would visit the best glory holes on my road trips. I would map out points of interest, use contacts and friends to find a good glory hole"

Carol already had an idea why this man had come to her bar. He was a practitioner of Pancsex, or at least he seemed to be looking for gay sex, but although her bar did have a "glory hole” it wasn't intended for normal use. A glory hole is a hole that connects two bathroom stalls. This method allows for discreet gay sex. Typically, one man assumes a submissive role while another inserts his penis, allowing for oral sex or penetration. But this wasn't always the case. The original glory hole was created in the Old West by members of the Pancsex for outlaw fights. It consisted of sticking your cock in the hole and waiting for another man to join in. Unlike today's glory holes, the original glory hole was specifically designed for cockfights. The tight, squeezing hole was essential for unleashing a messy, tight, and wild fight between penises in a confined space. Pancsex members used this method to register new members. Especially those who specialize in the cockfight category, because this fight allows complete privacy, only the necessary penis clash.

Returning to the conversation between the man and woman, Carol speaks again. "You said Glory Hole again, but I insist I don't know what you're talking about, handsome"

"I hardly believe you don't know. You work here and don't know there's a bathroom with a glory hole? Maybe you're just testing me. Do I need a password, an invitation card, or a bribe? Just tell me, sweetheart. If you need something more fun and hardcore than money to convince you, I'll gladly accept”

Carol leaned in, her round, covered breasts hanging firmly, showing off her cleavage. The man was handsome, tall, muscular, and she had a strong suspicion this man must have a big cock and knew how to use it. Carol is bisexual and enjoys both men and women, but her best sex is against other sexual fighters. Especially among men who were experts in cockfighting, these warriors had thick, long penises; they knew how to manage the rhythm and extend an orgasm. So this man's offer was very tempting, but it lacked a hook to close the deal. There was something Carol loved more than a cockfighter's penis; she was fascinated by the penis of a winner in a cockfight. She had experienced it before: a man, after defeating another man, defeating his cock with his own, was a euphoric man. His thrusts were harder, faster, and deeper. His burst of semen was also powerful and, above all, primitive. Perhaps something animal was awakened in men after demonstrating their position as alpha stallions.

The owner approaches and takes the man's chin, forcing intimate eye contact. "Yes, I have to see that confidence and feel it with my own body... You're right, there is a glory hole in this bar. I implemented it myself; it's a private space, away from the dance floor and the display case"

"You implemented it? So it means you're not just an employee, you're the owner"

"Yes, you're very clever, strong, and as for the glory hole in this bar, it's very special. There are no bathrooms, but there is an essential wall that separates the establishment into two sides. Each side has a shower, but there are strict rules. Men who enter must bring their own towels and soap. They must shower first, just for hygiene. The next rule is to have fun. Choose a hole and wait for your opponent, hehe"

The man thought for a moment about what she meant by choosing a hole. Normally, there's only one, but he had other questions.

"Everything was very well organized, I must admit. At the previous glory holes I've visited, the cleanliness wasn't great. It wasn't a strict procedure; I've had bad experiences"

"Don't worry, I'm an expert in this world. I know what cockfighters need, and that's why the hole has a rubber cover. There's even lubricant in one corner in case you and your partner need it. Plus, the room is cleaned after every session"

"...I'm going to give this bar 5 stars, but tell me where it is. It's almost time for my date"

"Date? ... I understand. That explains why you knew there was a glory hole here. Did a client invite you?"

"Yeah, we had an argument at the gym. Things got tense. We were going to settle it in the showers, but luckily he convinced me to come"

Carol's eyes burned with more curiosity and intensity. "So, an argument... Well, gentlemen, this place is the best for settling arguments. In fact, next to the bar, we have a motel, although it's usually frequented by women, you men also have the option to come in and settle your differences"

"Do you work in a sex ring?"

"I could say yes. People's desire is what creates incredible business opportunities. There are many men and women willing to spend large amounts of money to indulge in this fetish. For me, catfighting is a way of life, but also a business. The motel, for example, regularly receives visits from women who are catfight enthusiasts. I have two frequent guests who book a room the end of each month. I respect their privacy, but from what my employees tell me, the room is a mess, with hair pulled out, clothes torn sometimes, and even the receptionist says she's seen them leave the room with very visible nail marks and slaps on their bodies. But after a while, they come back together the next month with a big smile"

"Two satisfied customers, I guess"

"I'm very approachable. I offer the location, privacy, and other amenities. Also, I'm going to make you an offer today. I'll give you access to the glory hole on one condition: if your cock manages to defeat your opponent, we'll meet in my room, you and me, tonight"

"Sounds like an offer I can't refuse" The man stood up, a visible bulge in his pants already evident.

The woman took some keys from under the table and handed them to the man. The key had a keyring with two crossed swords, the secret symbol of the Pancsex organization. Carol showed him the way, but before the man could leave, the woman asked him one last question.

"What's your name? Handsome"

"Chris, my name is Chris Lynch, and yours? Gorgeous"

"Carol, call me Carol. Good luck, Lynch. If you have it, you'll have me as your reward. Don't forget that”

Chapter 2
Chris nods and heads off, following the directions. His friendly, sociable expression fades into a serious, more focused, and above all, dominant gaze. Very soon, he would face his opponent, but what circumstances had led Chris to this situation? To understand his struggle, we would have to recount his life. Chris Lynch owns several stores and businesses. When a friend offered to buy a new space in the city, Chris decided to move so he could work more comfortably. These were hectic weeks of remodeling, demolishing, assembling shelves, and adding electrical sections. Luckily, Chris had always liked to work hard. In his youth, he wanted to be an athlete in some discipline like bodybuilding or powerlifting. He had trained hard for that, achieving good weightlifting scores. He was lucky. His body developed faster than others during his adolescence, and the more he grew, the more changes he achieved. He was 1.85 cm tall and his average weight was around 120 kg. He had a very impressive physique for someone far removed from professional bodybuilding, and this was due to a rare syndrome.

There are people in the world born with Superman Syndrome, a very rare genetic disorder that causes various complications in life, such as excessive height growth and increased muscle development that leads to rigidity. But even within this small group of the affected population, there is another, even smaller group that science has yet to discover. This group suffers from the disorder with increased testosterone production, increased muscle fiber production after exercise or prolonged fatigue, and, above all, growth in the genital area. A huge penis and large testicles. If research were conducted on these men, it would be easy to discover that it is a remnant genome from Neanderthal ancestors. This recessive gene could have lain dormant for hundreds of generations, but it inevitably awakens in some lucky ones. Chris was the chosen one, but even with that gift, he decided it was unfair to use his genetic makeup to compete with men who pushed themselves daily in the gym to be at the top of their game in professional competitions, and who, even in their ambition, resorted to chemicals to produce the natural results that Chris's blessed body possessed. It almost seemed like a divine injustice. Lynch liked competition, but he wouldn't find glory that way.

So Lynch decided to live a traditional life, working with his family, going to college, inheriting the family business, investing, gaining experience from his mistakes, and living a peaceful life, at least superficially. In reality, Chris always had that desire for competition, and if he couldn't get his fill in the sports world, he had to find a way out. In college, he had many sexual experiences. He was a handsome and strong man. It wasn't difficult for him to become captain of the football team. Many women desired him, and he reciprocated their desire with incredible sex. It seemed like his cock had the effect of Viagra, hard as steel and firm even after an orgasm. He once fucked a whole squad of cheerleaders at a wild party after beating the home team. But this wild heterosexual sex took a sudden turn when Chris got into an argument with another man.

He was the captain of an enemy team, Chris had slept with his girlfriend and although he didn't know about the relationship, he didn't feel guilty either, she was unfaithful, he didn't have to apologize, but this man wasn't looking to fight for his girlfriend's rights, what had really hurt him was his pride as a man, the captain was also big and strong, he had a reputation at his university for being an incredible bully so this clash between studs was inevitable, the verbal fight turned intense when the two men saw each other in the bathroom, at a urinal the two argued side by side again, in a turn their argument took another approach when each man claimed to be the man with the biggest cock, Chris accepted the challenge and then they pointed their penises at each other, revealing their naked weapons, finally Chris's eyes were shocked to see a huge penis almost as big as his, he had only seen that in porn; the other man looked confused, he also didn't know how to react. This was the first time it had happened. In the showers after football, he was always the hungtest man in the group, but now in this private space, his opponent had the biggest penis. It made his blood boil.

There, standing opposite each other with their pants down, they looked like two cowboys before a gun duel. But in that silence, the sound of men going to the bathroom frightened Chris and his challenger. They hurriedly entered a single, cramped stall. This situation made the clash of penises inevitable, a sensation that awakened in Chris something he didn't understand. He considered his life strictly heterosexual, although he had admired the bodies of other men, like bodybuilders. He hadn't found it morbid to imagine a gay encounter. Perhaps this was because most of the men Chris had seen with good bodies didn't have such remarkable penises, at least not compared to his own. Unbeknownst to him, the pieces of the puzzle hadn't come together until that day in that bathroom. The pieces that hadn't fit together were difficult to put together naturally: a challenging opponent... A beautiful, muscular body... And a big cock.

Those three elements alone couldn't excite Chris to sexually confront a man, but together they set his blood ablaze and awakened his inner bull. What followed that night wasn't easy; his rival was also in a sexual trance. Their thick penises pressed tip to tip, rubbing the tips of their glans with precum. Their thighs pressed together, and their testicles collided in the deepest thrusts. Their penises were covered by both abs, and the fight intensified for several minutes. Until finally, one of the two men was pinned against the wall in a hard, merciless fuck. Chris ground his opponent's penis into his abs while his testicles crushed his opponent's, producing an explosion of semen.

This scene, where a man with an imposing body and a large penis is defeated by his physical and pelvic superiority, reawakened Chris's life as a sexual warrior. He stood back from his defeated opponent, a shadow of his former self, his penis limp and his testicles shrunken, while Chris still retained a firm erection and the desire to humiliate, to prove his position as the alpha male after being challenged. He grabbed his rival's hair and forced him to look at his penis, covered in his own semen. He tugged and forced him to accept his submission. Chris needed this orgasm; he thrust, pounded, and plunged his penis into a man's mouth until he shot a massive jet of semen. He even pulled out his penis to unload jets of semen on his rival's face, putting an end to the humiliation. Chris emerged from that bathroom a changed man.

Now he knew he was bisexual, but his gay side only exploded in some kind of sexual competition. He would soon discover the term "sex fights" after researching forums. Still, what had happened to Chris in the bathroom wasn't something that could be repeated forever, so he looked for a way to have another sexual encounter, finding a curious solution: glory holes. In several bars across the country, it wasn't that difficult to find one if you knew who to ask. Chris believed these places could attract a certain type of man: alpha men looking for submissive sex. Men who, after sticking their cock in a hole, expected oral sex or easy penetration. They would find it difficult to receive another penis, which challenged their masculinity.

The theory proved true; Chris found it easy to participate in cockfights using this method, challenging strangers. Plus, the method was fairly private; what happened in a glory hole stayed in a glory hole, so from time to time Chris went out to explore new places or visit familiar ones. It was his second life and it was exciting, but he had put this practice on hold after moving to the big city for business. After weeks of hectic work, the pace had slowed down, and Chris could dedicate his time to another of his favorite activities: exercising. He'd heard about a five-star gym, a colossal building with all the machines, showers, and night service. Of course, with a high-priced membership, Chris loved going to the gym after work, and since it was at night, late-night service was very convenient. He could also work out alone, which was very relaxing. In the first sections, he saw a board with a marker available for customers.

The board had different people's names written on it, marking the machine, exercise, weight, and repetitions. It was a way to motivate people to improve their personal records; some had even posted photos of their results at the gym after following an exercise plan. It also served as a way to connect with members, allowing them to leave messages of support and advice. However, Chris was a competitive person, so he couldn't help but study the board a little more. Looking at Mike's short name, the man hadn't left any photos of himself, nor any encouraging comments or advice for others. Still, he was undoubtedly constantly appearing on the board; the man had incredible records in powerlifting, dumbbell deadlifts, deep squats, and other exercises. Chris was also surprised by his reserved demeanor.

If the man didn't want to interact with his fellow gym members, there was no point in writing his personal records, but Chris understood his fellow gym member: Mike just wanted to show off his accomplishments, his skills, and put his superiority on paper. Chris accepted the challenge, visiting the gym with diligence and discipline every day after work. He quickly regained his physical condition after months of inactivity. His superman syndrome allowed him to recover more quickly after muscle fiber tears. Furthermore, to make his challenge clear, he mimicked the training regimen Mike had written on the board.

Unbeknownst to him, a war began to unfold in the gym. When Chris's records finally caught up with Mike's, the real war began. Suddenly, the board showed that Mike had increased the weight of his dumbbells by 5 kg. Chris responded with an increase of 7 kg. His opponent later advanced to 10 kg, and Chris didn't stop there, adding an additional 15 kg. The reps increased, from 6 reps on the bar to 8, 10, and 12. The treadmill had also increased its mileage. Chris began to identify which machines his gym rival had used after leaving the weight plates on the machines, the dumbbells out of place, and other signs. Chris was annoyed; the gym wasn't just theirs to start using the equipment so irresponsibly, but... he also enjoyed these signs; his secret rival seemed to enjoy their fight. Chris thought that maybe when their schedules coincided, they could have a good chat. He was fascinated to know if Mike was a professional athlete or just a workout enthusiast like Chris, but above all, he wanted to see his physique.

One day, Chris decided to close the store early to compensate for his employees' work. Taking advantage of the early release, he went straight to the gym at 6 p.m. Already in the parking lot, he noticed an unfamiliar motorcycle, a Harley-Davidson. It must be for a fairly heavy rider. Chris already had expectations about who would be at the gym today. Since it was a different time than usual, Chris found more clients in the gym. After dressing in the locker room, he greeted each one, but his intention was to look for one in particular until he saw him. Without a doubt, that had to be Mike. He stood an impressive 1.85 cm tall and weighed over 120 kg, a combination of muscle and thick bone composition. His skin was dark, and his hair was just as short as Chris's. Although his overall appearance, size, and muscular build were reminiscent of Chris's, his skin was the biggest contrast between them.

Chris couldn't help but feel stiff; it was as if his territory had been invaded by a massive beast. However, he decided to be cautious. He wanted to know more about his rival, so he started the routine. It was basically the same as Mike's. During these months of silent warfare, Chris had appreciated having a rival to compete with in the gym and could recognize, based on the exercises he had replicated, Mike's incredible routine. Each muscle group was worked with diligence and intensity. So Chris wanted to reciprocate his master's teachings with a direct war. Mike discreetly looked at Chris, without stopping his training, but reducing the intensity... waiting for his new partner on this dance floor. Soon Chris was already in his position lifting huge dumbbells in a dumbbell bench press. During his physical activity he could already notice that look, a challenging one. His rival, on the other hand, had been lifting weights in front of the mirror for a while in different positions, lifting them one after the other, from the front and side, using the power of his shoulders and back in a demonstration of power. The control was perfect, lowering slowly and without leaving any swing but still with that concentration on his movement. It was evident to Chris, Mike's gaze through the gym mirror. He could stare at him and must be impressed by his athletic body that fills his training clothes with muscles... but Chris sees him too, not as fixedly because of his position, but enough. All this encouragement made Chris feel his own cock grow and harden as he continued to bench press. dumbbells for a few minutes, he wanted to beat Mike so he pushed himself to do a few more reps, then get up and go straight to the board to add a new record to his personal best. The gym, still populated by other clients, applauds Chris's feat, who can only raise one hand and smile to tell his colleagues

“I'm just getting started” Simple words, but a direct statement to Mike, who nods. He also reciprocates and repeats the feat, lifting the dumbbells for multiple repetitions. His teammates also notice his effort and encourage him with his lateral raises, until finally, Mike also breaks his personal record and walks up to the board, setting his new record.

“If my teammate Chris is going to give it his all today, then I'm in too” Mike is typically reserved with his gym buddies. Even his irresponsible behavior in recent months with the gym equipment had given him a reputation as a troublemaker, but today to everyone, he seemed friendly, as if Chris had awakened his more sociable side. For the rest of the day, the other men and women were inspired by Chris and Mike's work; the two were breaking record after record, increasingly covered in sweat, but still motivating the gym. Even Mike was helping his teammates today by supervising their movements. But after several hours, several were leaving, exhausted or already done with their routine. They couldn't keep up with these two men, but the departing visitors hadn't been able to grasp the true meaning of what had happened that day. The nature of Mike and Chris's relationship wasn't friendly; Mike's words weren't a game; they were simply his response to Chris's provocation.

Now, Chris, after drinking a bottle of water, prepares to use a leg extension machine to lift weights with his legs. The gym was already starting to desert; only VIP members were allowed to stay at this time of night. This was normally when Chris arrived and Mike left, but today they were both there, and they still had no intention of leaving.

Mike watches as Chris heads to a leg machine. An idea emerges: inside his blue shorts, his hard cock is growing, straining the fabric. This alone has intimidated opponents in the past. He heads to the other leg extension machine opposite Chris's. As he walks toward the machine, he once again analyzes his new opponent and notices how his cock is showing through his pants. When he sits down on the machine, he realizes Chris hasn't even started his workout yet. The bastard was waiting for him. They were both ready and bent their knees to use the machine. It was strange for both of them that someone would dare to challenge them so blatantly, but they both enjoyed it. The workout continued, and each of them lifted the weight with their legs, their thighs swollen with each movement, and each stud's cock became more and more visible through their pants. Their bodies were sweating and heated, not just from the workout. As the routine began, both lifted the same weight facing each other, but neither looked directly into their opponent's eyes... Their gazes were fixed on the hardening cocks that were growing through their pants... Chris could feel his own erection twitching in his increasingly tight pants, the tip of his penis pressing against his own abs.

Both men seemed mesmerized by each other's cocks, as if a more intimate duel between men was drawing ever closer. Each stared at the opponent's sword, waiting for the inevitable clash of swords. But the pain in their legs was present, their thighs pumping hard, flexing their quads with each repetition; each body tried to intimidate the other with strength. Their legs constantly flexing and extending, contracting the muscles tightly with each thrust, grunts are present with the effort, but also a little bit of excitement, both are staring at each monstrous cock throbbing under the shorts... One last repetition and both men put the safety on, releasing the machine, panting and fighting for air, they had tried hard to ignore the pain but it was inevitable, neither managed to beat the other in this exercise. Chris gets up first and dries his forehead with a towel, Mike does the same while the two go for more water from a faucet next to the machines

“Good workout, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mike” Chris offers his hand.

Only, Mike rejects his hand and starts drinking water. In front of Chris, the annoyed white man puts his hand away and drinks water as well, silently but understanding that there’s no room for kindness with this man.

“I don’t like liars, you don’t mind being my friend. You want to beat me here at my gym”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, it’s not your gym and we can train together, but if it’s true, I want to kick your ass”

The tension was growing between the two; it almost seemed like punches would be their first words and the fight would be their deepest conversation.

“Now we have a couple of options. We can keep testing each other with different exercises. Sooner or later one of us will collapse from exhaustion, but I don’t think that’ll be satisfactory for either of us” Mike suggested, taking a firm step.

The pecs crunched, just as Chris suspected when he saw this man. He was the same height as him. Neither of them had to tilt their heads to try. They stare at each other, but the pressure of their pecs isn't the only collision between their bodies. Chris also takes a firm step forward, pressing the bulges between their groins together. A shiver runs through both of them like thunder, filling their thick bodies as neither breaks contact; in fact, it increases. Chris thrusts his hips, and Mike reciprocates that will; their round, toned asses squeezing together as they assess each other.

Chris can't look down, but he feels his bulge being held by an equal force. Even with all the power of his legs and ass, he's trembling in a duel of equal strength. The man in front of him is an expert at cockfighting, but that doesn't scare him. A couple of seconds of continuous pressure, but the noise of new customers separates them, both turning their backs to hide their erections while they recover and speak in whispers.

“We won't be alone. Even at night more people will come to the gym or the cleaning crew” - Mike.

“You're right, I was going to suggest the gym showers. We have to find another place to fight… man to man” Chris replies, still in a low voice.

“Yeah, man to man… without interruptions. Do you know the Abyss bar?”

“I've heard of it, but don't get it twisted, I don't want to go out drinking, I want to beat you up like a man”

“Don't interrupt me, bastard”

“Fuck you, bitch”

“... The Abyss bar has a private, personal space for us men”

“Are you talking about a gloryhole?”

“... Yes, a special one, see you there in an hour, don't take too long, bring a towel and soap.” In an incredible display of self-control, Mike and Chris, during their talk, were able to calm their erections, so as not to attract attention. Mike was the first to leave and Chris did so later, returning to the present.

Chris continued down the hall toward the bar's glory hole. Unbeknownst to him, Mike had already arrived and was chatting with Carol.

"Hey Carol, honey, you look as radiant as ever"

"And you're as big and strong as ever. So, my loyal customer, what would you like to drink today? Although I wanted to ask you first, why are you wearing workout clothes?"

"No, I'm not having anything today, and my clothes are because I'm in a hurry. I have an appointment today. I need the keys to the glory hole"

"Hehe, did you invite anyone today? Normally, they have to ask my permission, but I'll give you free rein. Your opponent came and passed my evaluation"

"I'll try not to scare him off after I break his cock. I've heard rumors he has a lot of money, so he could be a good customer. But I'm not promising anything. He's an arrogant bastard, and I'm going to break his cock"

“Oh, you men and your arrogance. You're not so different, you're the same. You just hate each other because your presence is a challenge. You desire each other and want to compete. That's so basic” Carol loved to provoke with words, sometimes getting into trouble for her provocative personality.

“Haha, you're not so different from us either. How many times have you locked yourself in, fought, and fucked women out of jealousy? Because of an inexplicable aversion to other people's sensuality? We sexual fighters are the same, both men and women. We're all arrogant. The only difference is whether you can demonstrate your power”

Carol nods. She's absolutely right, and pulls some keys from under the bar, along with a keychain with crossed swords "Good luck, strongman. Although before you left, I spoke to that man to offer him a reward. If he wins, he sleeps with me tonight. Same here. If you win, you can sleep with me tonight"

"Haha, the only one who wins is you. It's okay. You're going to feel my triumphant cock buried in every hole of yours tonight"

Carol smiles as she says goodbye to her client, it's true. Whatever happens and whoever wins, Carol is going to feel the penis of a winner in a cockfight tonight. Or at least that's what she hopes.

[Thommy1982]

What a fantastic start! I can't wait to read more.

[Canary-]

Chapter 3
Chris had to admit that the whole system Carol had created was well-designed. A bar that on the surface looked like a popular business but at the same time had space to cater to the desires of a specific and different clientele, like sex fighters, was perfect. But that fascination ended when he remembered Mike again. That man he had competed with at the gym. It had only taken a day to meet in person, and now they were going to compete cock against cock. Finally, the man noticed the door Carol had pointed out. He had arrived at his destination. He used the key and opened it. Just as she had said, the room was covered in white tiles and dimly lit. It had a shower and also a small table with a hook on the wall. At the far end of the room was a panel that served as a false wall separating the room. In fact, the panel's size allowed you to see the floor at the other end of the room, and the most striking feature of the panel was its holes…

Chris entered and closed the door. He set his bag down on the table and began to undress, removing his tight shirt and shorts, his sneakers, and finally there he was, covered only by a jockstrap. Chris loved wearing this type of underwear; a men's thong designed only to cover the crotch (the undergarment consists of a pouch to hold the genitals and keep them firm). It's ideal for sports activities, as it protects the genitals from sudden movements, and it was also comfortable for a man as well-endowed as Chris.

He bent down and slid the undergarment up his thick thighs and placed the jockstrap on the table on top of his bag. Finally, completely naked, he looked at the panel that separated the room and noticed several holes in different locations. He finally understood Carol's words. The glory holes Chris had known in the past only had one opening, and often his penis wouldn't even fit because its tip and girth exceeded the average penis. But true to her promise, Carol had thought of that, providing several holes for the comfort of her more well-endowed clients. Before inserting his penis into this particular hole, Chris was going to respect the rules. He was going to shower; he still had sweat from the gym on him. In that moment of silence, he heard a door open and close… It was Mike, obviously. He was at the other end of the room; in fact, he knew because he could see his feet through the opening in the panel, now separated only by the thin wall…

The black man entered the shower right after taking off his clothes. His black cock, hard and finally free, his erection so hard it pressed against his abs. His imposing figure, like a free titan. He turns on the shower, and now, with the water running over his thick muscles and between his buttocks, his thick cock throbs with desire, a sensation his opponent in the room understands. Both feel the cold water unable to cool the engines of their bodies, the pounding of their hearts preparing for war. With a sponge and soap, they efficiently cleanse every inch of their bodies, removing the sweat and grime from their intense workout. In the adjoining stall, the white man's shower hissed, steam curling around his broad shoulders as he scrubbed his hardened muscles. Water trickled down his spine, tracing the curve of his glutes before dripping from his thighs. His own erection swung heavily against his sculpted abdomen, demanding attention he denied, for now. Outside, people danced to the music, and others sat at tables ordering another drink from Carol; here, however, each man lived in his own world, preparing his mind and body for a masculine battle.

Fingers slicked shampoo onto scalps, rough palms scraped unshaven jaws. Anticipation hung thick like fog; bodies primed for combat vibrated with tireless energy, a silent promise of the coming confrontation. Towels hung on hooks; enough was enough. Chris turned off the tap and felt the water stop running on the other side. All that was left was to dry off, but the wait already seemed endless.

Chris was quick, grabbed a towel, and rubbed it through his hair, drying it, then over his chest and torso. He moved down to dry his enormous cock and legs. He was ready. He turned and was stunned. There on the wall, in the glory hole, was a huge black cock, uncovered and with a white tip, dripping precum. Chris gritted his teeth in rage and walked over, his cock pointing directly at that hole. With a powerful thrust, the battle in the glory hole began.

Chapter 4
Mike was eager to defeat the rookie, to conquer Carol, but above all, to satisfy his pent-up hunger. So he dried himself quickly and thrust his cock into the hole, knowing exactly what his rival's response would be: a powerful attack. But damn, the impact against his penis was colossal. He felt his cock hit and forced back. It was Mike who twisted his hips and cock, delivering a powerful blow to the white cock, which bounced from side to side like a punching bag. But it wasn't enough; the black cock regained the offensive and replicated the movement, striking the black spear from side to side.

"Bastard... your cock is exposed" Chris whispered, sweat already beading on his forehead. The problem was that Mike had been the first to enter the hole; his cock was invading the room now guarded by Chris. But the black cock was vulnerable; it couldn't predict or react to any movement. The white cock had the perfect opportunity to attack, retreat, and strike. The men pushed forward, glans pressed tightly together, almost as if their penises were trying to penetrate each other's. They pressed so hard that the heads dipped and the skin bulged. Chris braced his hands on the surprisingly sturdy panel, his arms resting against the false wall, his abs bulging alongside his pecs. Mike thrust harder, lifting Chris's, which bounced back and forth. Mike still hadn't given ground. Chris accepted the challenge and moved his penis, aiming the tip and creating a wet kiss between their penises that intensified as neither retreated. The pressure between their penises increased, and the strength of both penises was measured. Their already experienced genitals had been tested hundreds of times against other penises, always with a crushing victory, but today was different. After months of silent warfare in the gym, they were going to settle one question: the strongest penises in history were battling to prove which was superior.

But they reached a stalemate. Trembling and throbbing. Chris grins as he and his Black rival feel the tension in their pelvic muscles, competing and shaking like in a fierce arm wrestling match, but with their cocks as weapons. Their arms tremble from the display of strength until the tips of their penises extend and mingle hole to hole, creating even more tension between them.

"Does it turn you on to feel my hard cock?" It's Mike. The wall was designed for men to talk. He raises his arms and presses them against the wall, challenging his rival from the other side.

"It gets me hard thinking about what my cock will do inside Carol after I beat you"

Chris mimicked the Black man's movements, accepting the challenge. He moved his own muscles to wield his wet sword. Hardness against hardness, black and white throbbed in unison and injected their molten lava into each other. The mouths of their snakes sucked and separated with an obscene and morbid noise. The two steel rods clashed side to side, up and down. They rammed glans against glans and rubbed laterally... More burning drops spurted from their orifices.

With each impact, Chris saw the black penis that challenged him; it seemed to grow and become more powerful, noticing the throbbing veins of the black cock, pumping energy into the monstrous enemy member. War is also psychological, but it is in these moments that courage is born. Chris responds with his white penis, stopping his rival.

"Bitch... your cock is the biggest I've ever faced... but that won't stop me from winning" Mike whispers, his torso drenched in sweat. His cock attacks, the impact traveling along the rival's shaft to the tip, a decisive move. Chris twists his hips and uses his cock like a whip, delivering a powerful hook of revenge, rubbing their erections together even harder. Mike shudders, his cock throbbing and shooting several bursts of precum. In this exposed state, Chris attacks and thrusts. Despite the effort, Mike recoils, his black cock pushed back by the white battering ram until the white penis emerges from the hole. Now it was the other way around; the white penis was invading Mike's room.

The men were panting; neither had ejaculated yet, but both cocks had suffered. Chris's damage was more noticeable; his penis was red, but Mike's was worse. During the first phase of the fight, his opponent had generated a lot of pleasure in his penis, but how things had changed! This was Mike's chance for revenge and to reclaim his territory... but he still hated the situation. After years of dominating the gloryhole, tonight a penis had pushed him aside and taken over the hole. He had to admit that Chris was no novice.

Chris moved his hips, swinging his cock because he couldn't see the other side; he needed touch to respond to every movement. A cockfight is a pleasure difficult to explain. Normally, sex is enjoyed through the friction of the vaginal walls due to pressure, moisture, and heat. There is also an instinctive component that stimulates orgasm through penis-cxnt contact. But humans, true to their inventive and rebellious nature, had discovered the pleasure of same-sex friction. Lesbians discovered the pleasure of clitoral friction, a contact so intimate that a conventional penis cannot achieve it due to its size. Lesbian sex wrestlers also discovered the function of the labia and Kegel muscles to create suction, pressure, or more intense friction between clitorises.

But friction between men is special. They don't have the isolated space of the intimate kiss of two vaginas. The clash of two penises is free, wild, rough and powerful. They are tools designed to impose themselves; a penis seeks to pierce and inject its load. Gay sex warrior are the symbol of chaos, negating the purpose of their penises to create a new meaning for the penis, using their genitals like two hammers, two weapons that clash brutally, but also caress each other like two entwined snakes. The stimulation is the rubbing motion, but also the impact; cockfighters feel a stimulation similar to titfighter. The sensation of inflicting pain with one's own weapon fuels a morbid fascination. Mike possessed that fascination now, wielding his black penis like a battering ram, thrusting. His penis was firm, so it didn't lose its shape. Chris felt the veins in his forehead bulge; now he felt that opposing force

But like female tribbing, the cockfighting is a direct clash of genitals. It's a combination of two philosophies: the pleasure of hurting with your greatest pride and the pleasure of using your genitals.

After several minutes of torture, Mike regained ground and expelled his enemy's penis, claiming the territory of the hole. But that glory didn't last long. Chris's penis soon claimed that territory. Both had to admit they were waging a fierce battle.

The two men pushed and pushed, their feet slipping on the already sweat-soaked floor. The penises collided, the impact so intense, and the pre-seminal fluid so abundant it served as lubricant. Each penis slid into the hole, a hole that belonged to no one. Inside, the tips clashed, vying for territory. Mike had set an incredible record at the Abbys bar; his penis, once inside, was untamable. No man could repel its penetration. His black cock was the very definition of a Big Black Cock, a natural BBC. Mike loved feeling the efforts of his rivals, pushing and rubbing against him, until their penises lost their hardness. With their confidence shattered, the more honorable man performed the ritual, taking the loser's semen-lubricated black cock and masturbating him to victory. That was the duty of the vanquished: to give pleasure to the winner.

Even if it meant using his mouth, that was the end result in all his fights so far… What Mike's BBC was facing tonight was an urban legend, but now real. He had felt it with his own penis and then seen it the moment that penis pushed his black cock and reached his room. He was a BIG WHITE COCK, a BWC. Chris was his rival, his destined opponent. The men raised their heads, looked at the ceiling, their hips indifferent to their conscience, lost in a pleasure difficult to explain for heterosexual men or women: the pleasure of fighting in a cockfight, a glorious clash.

Chris now hated the wall. He wanted to hold his opponent, squeeze his biceps, and secure his position. Mike was in the same situation. He wanted to insult Chris face to face, grab his ass with his hands to increase the power of his thrusts.

“AHHHH MIKE!”

“ARGHH CHRIS”

Veins bulge, legs tremble as the effort intensifies. There is no exhaustion; in fact, the struggle escalates minute by minute, each man using every ounce of strength, their muscles taut in a battle for absolute dominance. Fleshy pecs press against the panel, male nipples brush against the partition wall as hips thrust back to gain momentum. From their open mouths come slobbering roars, like two rabid dogs. Both cocks contract and slowly harden, reaching full erection. The two Titans continue thrusting, roaring and shouting, refusing to be outmatched.

“AAAGGHHHH!”

A guttural, simultaneous scream; muscles flex and swell. Both rivals are locked together, their bodies trembling as they struggle for dominance against unstoppable, colliding forces. Two enormous, bulging pecs flex, their muscle fibers moving so forcefully they seem to dent against each other through the striations, both pressed together by their penises.

"ARGHHHHHH!"

Roaring in opposition, each pulse of strength met its own advance. Two forces broken by the pressure of the other. Chris planted a leg forward, feeling Mike's toes; their feet touched because of the gap in the panel connecting the two rooms. Both men felt a shiver from the skin-to-skin contact. The position allowed their powerful quadriceps to strike with greater force; the power displayed was incredible, the muscle fibers clearly visible through the skin. But in this room, there were no witnesses, only two champions.

Both men were still flexing, moving, and concentrating every part of their bodies to gain an advantage, their bodies straining with everything they had as they worked to dominate each other. Their quadriceps were on fire, but so was each penis, each genital now fighting to avoid being bent.

Neither Mike nor Chris had ever felt this fear or this danger, but now their penises were trembling as if they might bend under the other man's hardness, their fully erect cocks scraping against each other with the tension of a real fight, pushing harder and harder. Sweat dripped from their burning bodies, drops spattering onto the floor beneath them. Chris clenched his teeth, no longer roaring, his eyes fixed on the wall, his predatory gaze piercing through to the other side. Mike returned that gaze, responding with the same predatory intensity, the same silent condemnation mixed with the need to dominate.

Sweat pooled beneath their titanic bodies in a thin layer, but in their furious struggle, their attacks veered and slipped. Chris's penis entered Mike's room, and Mike's penis invaded Chris's room. What had happened?

It turned out that the glory hole Mike had chosen was the widest, perfect for his giant cock, and to his surprise, he received another giant cock as a rival. But that wasn't the hole's true limit. The glory hole had a rubber lining, ideal for preventing lacerations from the wall, but also perfect so that, with the right effort and lubricant, two giant cocks could fit inside, albeit uncomfortably close together, side by side. That subtle design would finally come in handy now.

The black cock traced the path of the white penis until it finally reached his testicles, and the same with the white penis and its tip against the enemy's testicles. Mike smiled, and so did Chris. This had never happened before, but perhaps that was the whole point of this hole all along. "Carol, you sly little bitch," both men thought. Catching their breath, they prepared to enter a new phase in their fight, pulsing and pressing, rubbing rigidly. Rough movements weren't possible, but friction was, and it was incredible. It was as if both penises were trapped in a cxnt, rubbing against each other and remembering Carol. This is a fight between penises whose reward is a cxnt, but that incentive isn't the main trigger. The fight is for the right to be the dominant man again in the gym, in this bar or in life itself. Chris and Mike could not live without knowing that they have brought down a giant whose mere presence challenges them.

Now that their penises were in position and pressed together, they both felt another shiver run through their powerful bodies. They were the same size, the same thickness, and the same power. Chris pressed his forehead against the wall, teeth clenched, breath short, always confident in his large body and cock, but also in his inexhaustible energy and rhythm. The Superman syndrome had given him boundless confidence, but now with an equally large penis pressed against his own, with a rival who matched him in body size and gym prowess, he knew that fate had orchestrated a trap for him, created a perfect rival to challenge his arrogance. The orgasm finally arrived, and the ejaculation was powerful. Semen shot out like a jet from a high-pressure hose, each man's cock pumping semen into the enemy's testicles.

A tie, that was all they'd managed so far. Their pecs and abs heaved as their lungs filled and exhaled, their powerful thighs like pillars supporting their bodies, still ready to battle with both cocks in the hole. They'd fought an incredibly hard battle in this booth, but it wasn't enough. It was impossible for either of them to feel limp or scared. The men felt more burning and semen in their balls, hungry for another round. Carol glanced at the clock, intrigued. Mike was taking his time today... Maybe he'd found a bigger fish than he thought.

...

In the gloryhole room, the two men panted against the wall. Both had withdrawn their cocks and were masturbating, preparing their weapons...

"It's late" Mike said.

"Do you accept defeat?"

"Don't interrupt me, bitch"

"Fuck off, just tell me you're afraid of losing your throne in this gloryhole" The white man thrust his penis in, but the black man's penis abruptly stopped him. The two wrestled in the center of the hole, their penises trembling, still with their powerful erections.

"No, I'm not scared. Just like at the gym, you can't see the whole picture. You think one glory hole is enough?"

"Are you totally challenging me?! Man to man?!"

"Yeah, motherfucker, let's book a room and settle this with the full power of our bodies"

"I accept"

No more words were spoken. There was a brief struggle between their penises, but no winner emerged. They pulled their hips back and turned on the tap, bathing their glorious bodies after such an intense battle. The hole, the stage of their struggle, was covered in patches of semen, which still bubbled down the hole to the floor. In every drop, millions of sperm fought, a sacrifice for the battle between gods that this room had witnessed. After cleaning up and putting on their jockstraps, clothes and shoes, they went their separate ways until they reached Carol's table. She was eager to know what had happened between the men, but judging by their expressions, neither had won.

"A tough fight? Sit down, guys. The table is neutral territory, haha"

Almost as if ordered, the two men obeyed. There was something magnetic about that woman. Not even Mike, who had known her for a long time, knew when she had become so obedient.

"It was tough, but it's not over"

"Yeah, we feel for you, but it looks like you're the only one who lost tonight" Chris replied. He knew that was Carol's plan: sleep with the winning rooster, but if there was a tie, no one got the girl.

"Oh, how cruel to me. Looks like that encounter brought out your gayer side"

They both seemed annoyed. Their relationship was sexual, but also full of hatred and competition, although they both knew that she was only provoking them.

"Hey, don't look at me like that, gentlemen. I'm just kidding. You guys aren't gay at all; you're just having Greek sex. I'm not a lesbian at all, despite sleeping with my secretary, my accountant, my lawyer, and my neighbor. It's just alpha sex" Carol poured more drinks for herself and the two men. "Right~?" There was something seductive in her tone that allowed her to be so provocative.

"Although, unlike Chris, I don't want to exclude you. You can still be part of our duel"

"I know where you're going with this. Yeah, not a bad idea if you're okay with it, Carol. Could you lend us your room? Mike, we want a proper sexfight, and you can be the referee, the judge and the prize"

"Let me think about it. Do I have to wait for you two studs with enormous cocks to fuck each other in the ass? No, I'm not stupid. I know that when you're done, you'll be two sweaty, exhausted clumps. You couldn't win a cockfight and now you want a sexfight... although, on the other hand, watching two arrogant men tear each other apart is tempting too" Carol pulled a key from between her breasts; it was to her room.

"I'll think about it. I still have work to do, so go ahead. Go to my room first and fight. I used the bed recently, so don't worry about getting it all testosterone-filled"

"Thanks, Carol. Chris and I still have a lot to work out"

"Yes, that's true, but I hope you understand" Chris stood up from his chair. Mike also stood up quickly so as not to be exposed and vulnerable. Carol smiled, witnessing firsthand the clash of those pecs and those bulges in the crotch.

"At the end of tonight, I'll be the one with the glory while you're left in the abyss, loser"

Cockfight at the Abyss Bar End.

[pjaz12345]

Wow. Simply amazing. Please do keep on writing. M vs M fights. But also, F vs F too. You just showed you could write those with the world you have built so well. I'm definitely looking forward to all your erotic fight stories. Be it M vs M or F vs F.

[BenBarnes05]

This is incredible, I love it!

[Canary-]

I appreciate the support and I'm glad to have this little space to share my tastes; perhaps my next story will be a FVF or another attempt to share my illustrations