It's was about quarter to three and Marcus sat nervously on a bar-stool of Platinum Purple, a 'trendy' night-club and bar on Huntinton Lane that made a point of catering to the LGBT community, or as most of the locals would call it 'a gay bar'. Despite being straight, Marcus had been hit on for several occasions since his arrival.
His arrival at the bar was because he'd been invited by his androgynous coworker, Alex…. who was now nearly a half hour late. Ready to call it, Marcus was about to down his drink and ditch, a sensual voice cooed to him from the door. It was Alex. Not bothering with formalities, Alex sauntered over, swiped his waiting margarita from off the counter, and without a pause, beckoned Marcus towards the bathrooms.
Forced to follow suit, Marcus got up and walked into the unisex bathroom where Alex was waiting by the last stall. Coming closer, he realized that not only did the last stall not have a door, or even a toilet, but that there was a hole drilled through the drywall. A gloryhole? No, the only thing on the other side of it should have been the shared back wall of Big Jake's Salon, a redneck bar.
As Marcus hesitantly entered the open stall, Alex was all smiles, gesturing for Marcus to go right up to the wall and 'follow protocol'. On approach, he realized that there was an adjustable little periscope attached around eye level .
Curiosity piqued, Marcus peered into it, but saw only a narrow space of only a few inches in between… before he felt a foreign pair of hands swiftly unzipping his pants and pulling out his semi-hard cock. "What the hell?" Marcus hardly had time to ask before his eyelids fluttered as Alex began to expertly stroke his ebony shaft. Head spinning and heart pounding as his dick swiftly grew to full size, he leaned against the wall, panting as Alex pushed his cock through the hole.
Marcus's mind was in a whirl, not only from having his cock so suddenly exposed and stroked but the situation as a whole, he had no idea what was going on or what was expected of him. However, apparently catching on to his confusion, Alex finally deigned to explain. "You're going to have a cockfight with the first dick that comes through that hole… and you're going to win."
It took him a second but as Marcus suddenly realized what Alex meant he stiffened with a start. "What do you mean a cockfight? Wouldn't a quote unquote, 'real man' from a macho bar like Big Jake's protest even the fact that this exists?"
"If they didn't like it, they'd have patched the hole on their side," Alex smirked and shrugged, genteelly sipping the margarita the bartender hadn't seen enter the bathroom with the duo. "Anyway, I've read your little stories, this is the perfect chance to give your little cock-fight fantasy a go. Just wait, some liquored up dunce is gonna come through any minute and won't be able to resist the challenge."
Looking at Alex's wry winsome smile Marcus couldn't help but wonder; not only how Alex knew this, but whether Alex had participated. This was an LGBT club and Alex was androgynous to the point that Marcus legitimately couldn't tell his or her gender. That said, it was still to be determined whether he'd actually get a challenge. Turning to peek back down the periscope, he couldn't help but swear in surprise.
Eyes gleaming at the profanity laden exclamation, Alex stood and peer into the periscope as well. There, a large white cock of almost equal size to Marcus's enthused erection, was waiting. "Oh wow, looks like you reeled in a big one! Now… show him what you got!" And with that, Alex pushed Marcus's hips flush with the wall, forcing his dick forward and slamming into his opponent. There was a split second pause, as if the man on the other side of the wall was weighing his options before slamming back. The fight was on!
Within seconds, the two cocks were interlocked in a fierce battle, violently grinding and butting up against one another's underside. There was hardly any space to maneuver between the narrow gap of drywall which made the fight to force the other into a disadvantageous position even more extreme. Not only were they matched in size, but strength as well, and Marcus found himself groaning from the feeling of pitting his dick against it's physical equal. As the intensity steadily increased, he could feel his cock throbbing from fervor and arousal.
The fight raged on, soon surpassing the fifteen-minute ordeal Marcus had originally envisioned. Behind him, he heard Alex cheering and whispering advice, but paid it no mind. While he'd never been in a cockfight before, his dick seemed to know what it was doing as it jousted, parried, and thrust against his adversary's erection in an attempt to force his opponent to spill it's seed and go soft.
As the minutes ticked on, Marcus felt his member beginning to bulge, steadily swelling in anticipation of his impending climax. The two had forgone tactics and were now just rubbing into one another. Realizing that he was a hair's breath away from blowing, Marcus thrust forward, catching the white cock under its head, and triggering an eruption of cum as his opponent pumped his load over the drywall.
Even through the two walls, Marcus could hear the man on the other side moan from the intensity of his orgasm before abruptly pulling out his limp dick. Breathing heavily, but ultimately victorious, Marcus withdrew his rigid erection to a gleeful cackle from Alex.
It had been a hard fought fight to be sure, but for a first time combatant Marcus was elated with his perform ace, and with Alex as a witness, soon the rest of the bar was as well. For the remainder of the weekend, and even for a few days during the week, Marcus was on cloud nine. His mood didn't go unnoticed by his coworkers, none the least, Alex.
With Marcus in such good spirits from winning his first cock-fight, Alex invited him to go for broke with an encore performance. Still heady from the thrill of victory, Marcus eagerly accepted, returning to Platinum Purple every night to take on anyone from Big Jake's who rose to challenge… only to show them that his big black cock reigned supreme.
Following his flawless win streak either by forcing his opponent to cum, knocking them soft with sheer power, or by simply getting them to relent, Alex upped the ante; enticing Marcus to try an alternative to the conventional swordfight and go for a far riskier 'snakefight'. It was a post-climax challenge where the men would intertwine their cum-covered cocks in a race to squeeze their opponent into submission.
Keen on expanding his repertoire and records, Marcus eagerly accepted and as he entered the empty stall he saw Alex already kneeling next to the darkened hole wearing a coy smile. It reminded him of his first cock-fight, a distant memory despite being only a week ago. However, instead of his initial nervousness, this time he was brimming with confidence… and his erection echoed it.
Like a coach disrobing their prizefighter, Alex swiftly unzipped Marcus's pants to unveil his rigid cock… but instead of a series of encouraging strokes, Alex opted for an impassioned blow-job, bobbing heartily on Marcus's cock-head, nearly causing him to collapse against the wall.
Just when Marcus felt like he was on the verge of cumming, a light shone though the hole. Alex stopped sucking and gave a wry smile, "Seems like someone on the other end is looking for trouble." Coming out of his daze of lust, Marcus managed to focus his gaze on Alex, still smiling up at him. "Now that I've got you primed, why don't you try putting your python to the test?"
Alex's goading was all Marcus needed to hear, and without another moments pause, thrust his dick through the hole to commence the cock-fight... and was met with a surprising amount of resistance. As the fight quickly intensified, Marcus could tell that he was in trouble. His opponent was no pushover, clearly prepared to last for the long-haul while Alex's blow-job had left him closer to cumming .
Far closer in fact, unable to combat both his arousal and his opponent, Marcus quickly found his once indomitable cock pinned up against the back wall and pressed towards an uncontrollable climax. Giving a low groan, his entire body shuddered at the force of his own orgasm.
In spite of this monumental setback, Marcus wasn't down and out just yet. Panting heavily he gave his softening cock a stern flex, slinging it over his opposition as he tried to rouse his member back to life while simultaneously spurring his opponent towards orgasm. Halfway out of it, he failed to realize that it had been several minutes since his blowout, granting his ivory adversary ample time to cool down.
Unaffected by Marcus's middling attempts towards a double-blowout, and evidently uninterested in attempting a snake-fight, the big white shaft that had bested his member slid back, easily pulling free from Marcus's wraparound, letting the beaten black dick limply flop down.
While he knew his defeat was a direct result from Alex's blow-job causing him to cum too soon, it still burned in the back of Marcus's mind. After his uncontested string of victories in the more conventional cock-fights, he wanted to win in a snake-fight as well… but with his current stamina and control, it would be next to impossible to even initiate one without his opponents compliance.
Yet despite the stinging setback, that didn't mean he was going to throw in the towel and Marcus found himself filled with a new sense of purpose. Before he'd simply been swinging his shaft around willy-nilly, counting on his size and strength to subdue any would-be challengers. But now, not only did he need to work on his skill, but hone his stamina as well. With his win streak now broken, he'd wager his record on improving his phallic prowess in other areas.
From then on, nearly every night he went back to the club, with or without Alex, consumed with the edging himself to the bursting point, then sticking his shaft through to take on any and all-comers looking to coax both them and himself to mutual climax to initiate a snake-fight.
The first few fights had been impossibly hard, pun unintended. Getting an opponent off was one thing, but getting them off while you were already on edge was another matter altogether. More often than not, Marcus ended up blowing his load in the first few minutes of combat and most opponent's were uninterested in an encore tournament, pulling themselves free from Marcus's lockup after a few seconds of apparent confusion.
As he became acclimated to controlling his climax however, Marcus soon found that he was starting to outlast some of his opponent's, to the point that he could time his own release to unleash his own cum-loads within a few seconds of forcing them to spew. After that, it was just a matter of waiting for a worthy adversary. Someone who could keep up with him in a cockfight and willing to escalate to a snake-fight.
It was Friday night, right around three o'clock that a challenger presented himself. Heading to the back stall to show whichever misguided patron of Jake’s, just what was what, Marcus edged himself just shy of the bursting point and stuck his cock through the hole. Within minutes, a big, white cock, that practically matched his own member for size, both length and girth slid in from the opposite side.
A momentary flash of nostalgia struck him, remembering his first ever cockfight back in the stall. He chuckled to himself, what were the chances that he'd end up facing his first ever cock-fight opponent for his first ever snake-fight as well?
