I'll share some fiction beats (ah, the pun!) I've written the past month regarding a hot taboo scenario, here we go!
It was reflecting on that strange exchange between two clear philosophical foreigners that steeled Greg’s loins and bulged his muscles in the clearly one-sided dance that was the thrashing of Jamal Peterson in the makeshift fighting ring. Greg kept tears locked beneath their wells as his entire body spasmed from blow after blow he dolled out with big, bright, manly red gloved fists; he had spent ten minutes overpowering the nineteen year old college seeking black man. The latter was a lanky boy well out of the big white bear’s weight class, and he was sobbing and panting as Greg carried forth with the quest christened unto him by the southern Frog.
The constant thuds of leather cause Greg to space out, but he is able to keep beating the little man's head around back and forth. Nobody even says anything. Outside the ring, the sweaty and groaning, croaking punchmeat is bouncing off the turnbuckle and spit flies as big strong Greg’s hooks and haymakers WHALLOP the Holy Ghost out of Jamal's oversized ears!
and...
Jacques didn’t realize the mental trip his nascent pet bear had gone through; the uppercut that launched Mr. Peterson’s body up, out and then crashing straight DOWN through a wooden folding table was GRANDIOSE in ferocity, call it nuclear! Monsieur! He heard the five bystanders hooting and hollerin’ over how the young man’s canvas shoes had flown beneath the ropes, landing near their hard leather boots.
“Incredible… only Mike Tyson had punched a man’s boots off. Mon Gregory…you will be a demigod,” the Frenchman breathed hard, physically aroused by the power he was going to cradle to his bare chest.
Jamal was utterly KO’d, with both ankles stuck or propped up, clammy pink soles flashing the scene up over the debris. Jacques strolled down to the scene, a lingering fragrance of spring blossoms giving way to the faint trace of feces and putrid, salty sweat in the warzone. He kept a respectable distance between him and poor Jamal and noted how the black man’s bare feet sweated fiercely. The poor boy probably couldn’t even THINK he was dead or in suffering, and he was likely going to miss a few days of life when he came to, seeing as how Gregory must have boxed a week’s worth of amnesia into his brains!
I have this Fantasy, where I box against a formidable opponent. He’s strong, mean and punches hard. I fight commando in my silky nylon trunks. Yellow with black trim! The feeling of which is very distracting, making me feel vulnerable. As I can feel my manhood swelling due to the frisson of the silky material against me.
RD1
From the off, my opponent is strong, I attempt to knock him out but he just walks through my punches. Initially the aggressor, I’m now in the back foot, as my opponent attacks me with powerful head shots, dazing me and marking my face up quick. I only just survive RD1 and stumble back to my corner slumping on my stool..
RD2 comes quick, I pull myself to my feet, my opponent already rushing over…. I attempt one big punch which just bounces off him. He then goes to work on me…. Hitting hard, I’m dazed and unsteady… I can’t keep him off!! I just feel numb feeling the punches hitting me, draining me, My cock now swollen bulging my shorts…
My left eye swollen and bleeding, my nose tricking blood. I’m beaten against the ropes and thrown into a corner…. An heavy right catches me flush in the Jaw…. My head jolts back.. Sweat and blood spray off me… My legs buckle as I crash to the canvas tenting my silky shorts.. I land face first.. Bouncing slightly on the canvass in a big muscular heap, my eyes roll… I attempt to get up, and roll onto my back. One thigh up, as I’m counted out!! 9…. 10…. You’re out!!
I hear my opponent grrring and jeering me!! I’ve been totally beatdown my only loss a demolition….
Nicely written! We should have some more fantasy writings in these threads just to keep expressing what we're into in immersive ways. I have a really similar fantasy, though I like when a boxer gets knocked out and falls out of the ring. His opponent sending jab after jab making him back step until there's nowhere to retreat to and bouncing off the ropes just puts his sweaty body back in front of his opponent for more punishment. Getting pounded like a punching bag, grunting every time the leather connects to his abs or chest and moaning from the soreness. Finally he's unable to keep his eyes open from being swollen and he can't keep his gloves up to defend from the onslaught. A couple cracks to the jaw make the sweat explode from his head and his legs give out, making him slump on a middle rope. He's asleep, but before he completely crumbles, his opponent draws back a right arm to flex his bicep and deliver a powerful hook that sends his mouthpiece and his unconscious body through the ropes and out of the ring. No need for a 10 count, just three dings from the bell cause he's knocked the fuck out!
gogpaw (0)
11/10/2025 11:41 PMI'll share some fiction beats (ah, the pun!) I've written the past month regarding a hot taboo scenario, here we go!
It was reflecting on that strange exchange between two clear philosophical foreigners that steeled Greg’s loins and bulged his muscles in the clearly one-sided dance that was the thrashing of Jamal Peterson in the makeshift fighting ring. Greg kept tears locked beneath their wells as his entire body spasmed from blow after blow he dolled out with big, bright, manly red gloved fists; he had spent ten minutes overpowering the nineteen year old college seeking black man. The latter was a lanky boy well out of the big white bear’s weight class, and he was sobbing and panting as Greg carried forth with the quest christened unto him by the southern Frog.
The constant thuds of leather cause Greg to space out, but he is able to keep beating the little man's head around back and forth. Nobody even says anything. Outside the ring, the sweaty and groaning, croaking punchmeat is bouncing off the turnbuckle and spit flies as big strong Greg’s hooks and haymakers WHALLOP the Holy Ghost out of Jamal's oversized ears!
and...
Jacques didn’t realize the mental trip his nascent pet bear had gone through; the uppercut that launched Mr. Peterson’s body up, out and then crashing straight DOWN through a wooden folding table was GRANDIOSE in ferocity, call it nuclear! Monsieur! He heard the five bystanders hooting and hollerin’ over how the young man’s canvas shoes had flown beneath the ropes, landing near their hard leather boots.
“Incredible… only Mike Tyson had punched a man’s boots off. Mon Gregory…you will be a demigod,” the Frenchman breathed hard, physically aroused by the power he was going to cradle to his bare chest.
Jamal was utterly KO’d, with both ankles stuck or propped up, clammy pink soles flashing the scene up over the debris. Jacques strolled down to the scene, a lingering fragrance of spring blossoms giving way to the faint trace of feces and putrid, salty sweat in the warzone. He kept a respectable distance between him and poor Jamal and noted how the black man’s bare feet sweated fiercely. The poor boy probably couldn’t even THINK he was dead or in suffering, and he was likely going to miss a few days of life when he came to, seeing as how Gregory must have boxed a week’s worth of amnesia into his brains!
Enjoy, heh... *blushes* <3
Rocket (3 )
10/19/2025 7:24 PMI have a tentative meeting with a Daddy and his boy that ends with me being knocked down. So I am ready for this..
glovelover (2)
10/27/2025 2:48 PM(In reply to this)
very cool! hope it is full of unpulled punches that rock your world! the more brutal the better boxing blows! good luck champ!
DonnyJ87 (0)
10/18/2025 4:16 PMI have this Fantasy, where I box against a formidable opponent. He’s strong, mean and punches hard. I fight commando in my silky nylon trunks. Yellow with black trim! The feeling of which is very distracting, making me feel vulnerable. As I can feel my manhood swelling due to the frisson of the silky material against me.
RD1
From the off, my opponent is strong, I attempt to knock him out but he just walks through my punches. Initially the aggressor, I’m now in the back foot, as my opponent attacks me with powerful head shots, dazing me and marking my face up quick. I only just survive RD1 and stumble back to my corner slumping on my stool..
RD2 comes quick, I pull myself to my feet, my opponent already rushing over…. I attempt one big punch which just bounces off him. He then goes to work on me…. Hitting hard, I’m dazed and unsteady… I can’t keep him off!! I just feel numb feeling the punches hitting me, draining me, My cock now swollen bulging my shorts…
My left eye swollen and bleeding, my nose tricking blood. I’m beaten against the ropes and thrown into a corner…. An heavy right catches me flush in the Jaw…. My head jolts back.. Sweat and blood spray off me… My legs buckle as I crash to the canvas tenting my silky shorts.. I land face first.. Bouncing slightly on the canvass in a big muscular heap, my eyes roll… I attempt to get up, and roll onto my back. One thigh up, as I’m counted out!! 9…. 10…. You’re out!!
I hear my opponent grrring and jeering me!! I’ve been totally beatdown my only loss a demolition….
PJBoxxxer1 (7 )
10/19/2025 8:34 PM(In reply to this)
You're a good writer!
DonnyJ87 (0)
10/20/2025 1:24 AM(In reply to this)
Cheers, my grammar ain’t the best though 🤣
Lightweightamateur (2 )
10/19/2025 5:21 PM(In reply to this)
Nicely written! We should have some more fantasy writings in these threads just to keep expressing what we're into in immersive ways. I have a really similar fantasy, though I like when a boxer gets knocked out and falls out of the ring. His opponent sending jab after jab making him back step until there's nowhere to retreat to and bouncing off the ropes just puts his sweaty body back in front of his opponent for more punishment. Getting pounded like a punching bag, grunting every time the leather connects to his abs or chest and moaning from the soreness. Finally he's unable to keep his eyes open from being swollen and he can't keep his gloves up to defend from the onslaught. A couple cracks to the jaw make the sweat explode from his head and his legs give out, making him slump on a middle rope. He's asleep, but before he completely crumbles, his opponent draws back a right arm to flex his bicep and deliver a powerful hook that sends his mouthpiece and his unconscious body through the ropes and out of the ring. No need for a 10 count, just three dings from the bell cause he's knocked the fuck out!
BoxingJobber4U (0)
3 days ago(In reply to this)
Damn!
That's a freakin' hot beat down scenario that l would like to do in real life🥊
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thunder64boxer (7)
10/27/2025 10:24 AM(In reply to this)
Bring it, fucker… we’re going to see who goes own and out.
glovelover (2)
10/26/2025 5:37 PM(In reply to this)
BOXING beatings are the best brutal lethal leather punishment ever! KO him again and over again!!
thunder64boxer (7)
10/21/2025 11:31 AM(In reply to this)
Done that and love it! Winner takes all.
DonnyJ87 (0)
10/19/2025 10:56 PM(In reply to this)
That’s awesome dude 🥊