"Flex your buttocks!" Senyo screamed again. Aldo did so, and found it gave him relief to the pained area and a mental kick as well. He fought back, stabbing his powerful erection in his opponent's undershaft. He forced back the rival erection, flat against the man's hard belly, digging in savagely.

Aldo's skill as a cockfighter was predicated on being able to raise and lower the angle of his erection at will. His opponent could do the same but to lesser degree. The natural state of that one's cock was vertical, against the belly, a very vulnerable position. Cocks had to be at least parallel to the mat, otherwise they weren't considered erect. Aldo liked to keep his at about a 20 degree angle from the plane, which gave him upward force without exposing the tender underside.

Chet, his sparring partner, was 19 and wiry. His weapon was nine inches long versus Aldo's ten, but Chet was thicker and uncircumcised. Aldo's flange was broad and rubbery, Chet's smaller and almost adamantine. Thus, the odds were pretty even.

Aldo had begun his fight career as a scrapper, a no holds barred type cockfighter. Senyo sniffed at such competitions, considering them little more than erotic wrestling. NHB fighting, as it was called, was primarily a women's spectator sport, with avid betting and raucous catcalling. It was like the wresting on TV. It was nothing more, really, than the gutter brawling that went on behind biker bars.

The men were training in classic Icelandic-style cockfighting in which the two opponents were completely nude with their balls cinched to plumpness, exposing them to assault. The competitors could only thrust at one another's cocks and balls, and the objective was to cause the opponent's erection to subside. There was no blood, no knockouts, no use of hands or belly butting. In fact the hands were tied behind the back. It made for a slower sport, but ultimately a much more enriching game for the players and observers. The warrior in his essence was nothing more than an aroused penis and churning nut sac. All else was secondary.

Another version of cockfighting was the Greek method, wherein the anus and buttocks were fair game and a man could win by either forcing his opponent's cock to go soft or by penetrating his rectum, spearing past the cocktip. Yet another version was Franco-Belgian, an effete sport where the balls were protected by leather jerkins and the only blows allowed were cock to cock. In some variations of Franco-Belgian, the competitors were even allowed to hold their own penises for aiming and erection-maintenance.

Aldo seized on his momentary advantage and clawed his fingertips into his butt, giving himself added oomph, and rethrust at Chet, this time landing a punishing blow on the balls, almost crushing Chet's left testicle.

Senyo bawled out from the corner: "Foul! You damn fool!" and he rushed out throwing a wet towel over Chet's pain contorted face, and caressed the young man's hypersensitive sac, soothing him. Senyo was an old Korean, with a round unlined face but a withered neck, and eyes as black as obsidian. He had a quality of personal majesty that made men twice his size hold him in respect.

Turning to his student Senyo spat angrily, "Fucking idiot! You can't use your hands at all, that includes your fingers." Tapping a finger to his head he said, "Use your mind, grasshopper. Dig into your ass with the fingertips of your brain!"

Aldo was ashamed. His erection was in danger of flagging anyway, as his connection to Chet's balls had made him drizzle a bit, and once a fighter begins cumming it's all over.

After practice, Aldo took a cab home. His 10 year old niece Maria greeted him. She was a true blonde, her heritage Etruscan, undiluted by the barbarians. She wore an iridescent blue pucker lace top and black gabardine trousers. She unbuttoned her uncle's shirt just above the belt and kissed his belly, licking his sweaty hairs. "You look drained," she said.

"I worked out for four hours," Aldo told her.

"Let me take care of you," she offered, her dimples showing. So beautiful, Aldo thought, so very, very beautiful. He began to harden.

She turned, looked at him with a smile, and patted her bottom with one hand. "Come on.".....(cont)