It's boxing night at the gay bar downtown that just installed a ring in the basement. The ref is a tall, twinky drag queen with bedazzled red gym shorts, a shiny red sports bra, and excellent makeup. In one corner is 158 pound Volton raising his hot-pink boxing gloves in the air to gain crowd favor. He's got a matching thong and blue mouthguard. Opposite of him, 160 pound Blythe shadowboxes with his gold gloves, black and gold jock strap, and white mouthguard.
The ref calls both of the toned studs out of their corners to the middle of the ring to go over the rules and touch gloves. Volton and Blythe are too busy knocking the other out in their minds to hear the rules, but once the ref says to touch gloves they slam their gloves into each other and walk off. Blythe looks back to watch his opponent's tight ass barely covered the pink thong. When he gets back to his corner, Blythe brings his gloves down, slapping and lifting his ass cheeks to taunt Volton.
DING DING
The crowd erupts as both boxers jump out to meet each other. Volton immediately swings a right hook for Blythe's head, but a slip and weave prevents it from connecting. Volton tries sending jabs and cross punches, but Blythe is bobbing and slipping with prowess. Volton is gritting his teeth into his mouthguard, throwing more progressively desperate punches. His next wild left hook goes behind his opponent's head after Blythe rolls, and they get locked into a clinch. Both boxers grunt and slam their chiseled bodies against each other, nipples rubbing. Volton is already getting damp with sweat. As Blythe pulls away he sneaks a quick upper-cut that rocks his opponent's head back. Its the first landed punch of the night and the crowd finds new excitement in it.
Blythe sends fast 1-2s crashing into Volton's mouth and nose, bopping his head back and making him shimmy back until he's in the corner. The ropes bounce wildly as Volton's mid section is used as a punching bag up against the corner pad. His glossy abs tighten from trying to absorb the punches while Blythe's chest and ass flexes from throwing them. Volton finds an escape from the corner but catches a left hook that jostles his head, making him tumble against the ropes. His arm gets caught though, leaving him hanging on the ropes.
DING DING
The crowd cheers as Volton's half-knocked out body hangs against the ropes with a bulge in his thong and the tip of his cock poking from top. Blythe takes off his gold gloves and rips his opponent's thong down his legs, leaving Volton's balls and erect dick flopping. Blythe puts his gloves back on and starts to rub Volton's cock with them slowly until he sees pre-cum begin to drip. The crowd starts chanting, "Milk him! Milk him!" The ref jumps in and pushes Blythe back towards to my corner then puts Volton's thong back on and helps him back to his corner. Blythe starts rubbing his cock through the black and gold jock strap, clearly turned on from seeing his opponent dominated and humiliated.
DING DING
Blythe pats his gloves together and walks over to the opposite corner, since his opponent barely has the stamina to leave it. The most Volton can do is meagerly lift his pink boxing gloves to his heaving chest. Blythe playfully punches Volton's gloves like they were training mitts and teases him with his white mouthguard in a wide smile. Seeing Volton is still too dazed to try throwing another wild hook, Blythe slams his right glove into Volton's abs, watching him nearly lose his blue mouthguard from hurling over. Blythe pushes him back against the corner and lifts his chin up with a left glove before hitting him with a right hook. Volton is hanging onto the ropes just to stay in the fight. Blythe again takes his gloves off and removes both his jock strap and Volton's thong. They're both rock hard and the crowd loves that its now a nude boxing match.
Blythe's shiny bare ass jiggles with every punch against Volton's sweat drenched body. Volton's sweat flies off his head from jabs, crosses, and hooks, and Blythe's gold gloves are starting to get spotted with red from Volton's puffy eyes and broken nose. Blythe brings his battered opponent into a naked clinch where the wet boxers rub against each other, dicks sliding across the sweat of the other's abs, nipples gliding across the other's chest. Blythe has some of Volton's pre-cum on his stomach. Blythe pounds Volton's abs with some more punches as they're still clinching.
Blythe throws him back against the corner and starts throwing 1-2s at his beat up head again. A line of blood runs down Volton's nose as sweat explodes off his head with each punch, his mouthguard increasingly dislodged from his teeth. Finally, Blythe kisses his right glove and brings it up hard into Volton's chin. Volton's mouthguard flies out of the ring and his swollen eyes shut as he ejaculates, sending hot cum all over Blythe's stomach. Volton then falls face down ass up on the canvas. The ref comes over and starts the count. "1! 2! 3! 4!". Blythe raises his bloodies gold gloves up before the count ends and places a foot on Volton's ass cheeks. "8! 9! 10! Knockout!"
DING DING DING
The crowd is going absolutely insane from seeing such a one-sided erotic boxing match end with one boxer brutally getting the cum knocked out of him. Blythe used his gloves to batter Volton's face then sent him to sleep in the ring naked. As he jumps around the ring and on the ropes, pumping up the crowd, the ref rolls Volton's knocked out body on his back and tries to slap him awake. When that doesn't work, the ref tries stroking his cock, still dripping with cum that didn't hit Blythe's abs. Volton's limp body, still wearing those hot-pink boxing gloves, lays in the ref's lap until Blythe comes over and puts his arms under Volton's armpits to carry him over to the ropes. The crowd somehow gets even louder as the action isn't yet over.
Blythe wraps Volton's arms around the ropes so he's propped up like he's on a cross, Volton's head drooping down still. Blythe raises one glove in the air and grabs his unconscious opponent's head with the other. He starts to slap Volton in the face with his erect cock. As Volton finally starts to wake up, Blythe rubs his dick over Volton's mouth. Volton opens his mouth wide and starts to suck on Blythe's hard dick. Blythe's ass cheeks tighten with gentle thrusts, making sure Volton gets as much dick in his mouth as possible. Spit drips from Volton's mouth and, after a while, Blythe grunts and gasps from shooting hot cum in his opponent's mouth. The ref hops over and raises Blythe's right glove in the air and announces, "Your winner, by cum KO!"
Lightweightamateur (2 )
11 days agoCouldn't figure out blog posts, but now I'm gonna repost as a blog and unsub to this forum one.
Lightweightamateur (2 )
18 days agoIt's boxing night at the gay bar downtown that just installed a ring in the basement. The ref is a tall, twinky drag queen with bedazzled red gym shorts, a shiny red sports bra, and excellent makeup. In one corner is 158 pound Volton raising his hot-pink boxing gloves in the air to gain crowd favor. He's got a matching thong and blue mouthguard. Opposite of him, 160 pound Blythe shadowboxes with his gold gloves, black and gold jock strap, and white mouthguard.
The ref calls both of the toned studs out of their corners to the middle of the ring to go over the rules and touch gloves. Volton and Blythe are too busy knocking the other out in their minds to hear the rules, but once the ref says to touch gloves they slam their gloves into each other and walk off. Blythe looks back to watch his opponent's tight ass barely covered the pink thong. When he gets back to his corner, Blythe brings his gloves down, slapping and lifting his ass cheeks to taunt Volton.
DING DING
The crowd erupts as both boxers jump out to meet each other. Volton immediately swings a right hook for Blythe's head, but a slip and weave prevents it from connecting. Volton tries sending jabs and cross punches, but Blythe is bobbing and slipping with prowess. Volton is gritting his teeth into his mouthguard, throwing more progressively desperate punches. His next wild left hook goes behind his opponent's head after Blythe rolls, and they get locked into a clinch. Both boxers grunt and slam their chiseled bodies against each other, nipples rubbing. Volton is already getting damp with sweat. As Blythe pulls away he sneaks a quick upper-cut that rocks his opponent's head back. Its the first landed punch of the night and the crowd finds new excitement in it.
Blythe sends fast 1-2s crashing into Volton's mouth and nose, bopping his head back and making him shimmy back until he's in the corner. The ropes bounce wildly as Volton's mid section is used as a punching bag up against the corner pad. His glossy abs tighten from trying to absorb the punches while Blythe's chest and ass flexes from throwing them. Volton finds an escape from the corner but catches a left hook that jostles his head, making him tumble against the ropes. His arm gets caught though, leaving him hanging on the ropes.
DING DING
The crowd cheers as Volton's half-knocked out body hangs against the ropes with a bulge in his thong and the tip of his cock poking from top. Blythe takes off his gold gloves and rips his opponent's thong down his legs, leaving Volton's balls and erect dick flopping. Blythe puts his gloves back on and starts to rub Volton's cock with them slowly until he sees pre-cum begin to drip. The crowd starts chanting, "Milk him! Milk him!" The ref jumps in and pushes Blythe back towards to my corner then puts Volton's thong back on and helps him back to his corner. Blythe starts rubbing his cock through the black and gold jock strap, clearly turned on from seeing his opponent dominated and humiliated.
DING DING
Blythe pats his gloves together and walks over to the opposite corner, since his opponent barely has the stamina to leave it. The most Volton can do is meagerly lift his pink boxing gloves to his heaving chest. Blythe playfully punches Volton's gloves like they were training mitts and teases him with his white mouthguard in a wide smile. Seeing Volton is still too dazed to try throwing another wild hook, Blythe slams his right glove into Volton's abs, watching him nearly lose his blue mouthguard from hurling over. Blythe pushes him back against the corner and lifts his chin up with a left glove before hitting him with a right hook. Volton is hanging onto the ropes just to stay in the fight. Blythe again takes his gloves off and removes both his jock strap and Volton's thong. They're both rock hard and the crowd loves that its now a nude boxing match.
Blythe's shiny bare ass jiggles with every punch against Volton's sweat drenched body. Volton's sweat flies off his head from jabs, crosses, and hooks, and Blythe's gold gloves are starting to get spotted with red from Volton's puffy eyes and broken nose. Blythe brings his battered opponent into a naked clinch where the wet boxers rub against each other, dicks sliding across the sweat of the other's abs, nipples gliding across the other's chest. Blythe has some of Volton's pre-cum on his stomach. Blythe pounds Volton's abs with some more punches as they're still clinching.
Blythe throws him back against the corner and starts throwing 1-2s at his beat up head again. A line of blood runs down Volton's nose as sweat explodes off his head with each punch, his mouthguard increasingly dislodged from his teeth. Finally, Blythe kisses his right glove and brings it up hard into Volton's chin. Volton's mouthguard flies out of the ring and his swollen eyes shut as he ejaculates, sending hot cum all over Blythe's stomach. Volton then falls face down ass up on the canvas. The ref comes over and starts the count. "1! 2! 3! 4!". Blythe raises his bloodies gold gloves up before the count ends and places a foot on Volton's ass cheeks. "8! 9! 10! Knockout!"
DING DING DING
The crowd is going absolutely insane from seeing such a one-sided erotic boxing match end with one boxer brutally getting the cum knocked out of him. Blythe used his gloves to batter Volton's face then sent him to sleep in the ring naked. As he jumps around the ring and on the ropes, pumping up the crowd, the ref rolls Volton's knocked out body on his back and tries to slap him awake. When that doesn't work, the ref tries stroking his cock, still dripping with cum that didn't hit Blythe's abs. Volton's limp body, still wearing those hot-pink boxing gloves, lays in the ref's lap until Blythe comes over and puts his arms under Volton's armpits to carry him over to the ropes. The crowd somehow gets even louder as the action isn't yet over.
Blythe wraps Volton's arms around the ropes so he's propped up like he's on a cross, Volton's head drooping down still. Blythe raises one glove in the air and grabs his unconscious opponent's head with the other. He starts to slap Volton in the face with his erect cock. As Volton finally starts to wake up, Blythe rubs his dick over Volton's mouth. Volton opens his mouth wide and starts to suck on Blythe's hard dick. Blythe's ass cheeks tighten with gentle thrusts, making sure Volton gets as much dick in his mouth as possible. Spit drips from Volton's mouth and, after a while, Blythe grunts and gasps from shooting hot cum in his opponent's mouth. The ref hops over and raises Blythe's right glove in the air and announces, "Your winner, by cum KO!"