Boxing written by Jimmy

 

Boxing

By Jimmy

 

 Warning: Includes ballbusting. You have been warned.

Gino has taken up boxing recently and he hammers away at the bag in the ring wasting no time at all when he first got here. Gino Gomez, the eldest brother in the Gomez household believes that if he gets better at boxing maybe it will help him in the wrestling ring.

Logan tried to talk Gino out of the idea telling him to focus more on…Gino stopped listening and started going to a nearby local boxing gym. He’s doing well, and his tapered shoulders, and well developed six-pack glisten with fresh sweat that rolls down his torso.

“Hey are you done with the ring? You’ve been using for an hour and I need to practice” Cliff a regular around here yells up to Gino.

“I’m done when I’m done,” Gino barks back.

Gino huffs, and smugly grins down at the slightly older, less tall Cliff sizing him up before shrugging him off as a nonexistent threat. Just a few weeks shy past his eighteenth birthday the elder Gomez thinks nothing can stop him.

“This is my time.” Gino says with finality and briefly brushes a few strands of hair that catch in his brown eyes brilliantly showing off a few flecks of yellow specks as turns back to hanging punching bag and gives it his full attention with three mean jabs to the middle.

“Maybe you should go…do yoga over there.” Gino points over his shoulder. “I hear Sherry is always taking on new clients.”

The bag swings back and Gino pops it again, making the chain rattle above. He’s shirtless, a fine dusting of sweat on his brow and chest. He’s been at the bag for over an hour and he is only now getting into a groove.

Cliff, jumping into the ring. “Yeah, sure I’ll do a yoga pose.” He bends down, touching his toes as he gets up and raises his fist straight into Noah’s balls from behind. “Sorry I guess I knew I should be practicing my yoga.”

“Oh fuuuuuuck!” Gino bends at the waist, his checks puffing out as Cliff makes contact his balls blasted to the back of his ball bag.

His knees are weak, but Gino manages to croak out “Low blow…” stating the obvious he is unable to grab his boys, the red boxing gloves preventing him.

With a sneer, Gino wipes the back of his mouth after he gags, tasting bile. His balls pound in his loose sweaty undies, his boxing shorts leave little to protect his precious family jewels.

“Ugh….uhhh. You’ll pay for that one.”

Gino sucks at his teeth, as the damage below his waist starts to sink in, the perfect blow nailed him so hard that he can feel his balls throb.

From his keeled over position, Gino glances between Cliffs legs not wanting to be the only one fearing for his masculinity and the 18 year old, comes back fully up while Cliff laughs and slams home his red boxing glove right hook giving him an uppercut that seems goes on and on.

Gino powers through the move with a roar until he’s standing and Cliff is forced to back-up. He’s still hurting, but at least he’s not alone in that guttural never ending shameful blow to his prized cojones. Gino is a big boy downstairs, and he needs to protect his growing assets.

Cliff moves backwards after the uppercut. The blow not doing as much impact because of the boxing gloves.

“Can’t you take a hint? This is my new ring now. I don’t want to see you it ever again when I’m here. Got it?”

Cliff spits in Gino’s face. He grabs Gino’s balls, but doesn’t apply much pressure, only lifts them up to get Gino onto his heels.

“Or else I’ll finish the job,” Cliff threatens.

He gives one more tug up on both his balls before releasing them.

“Now clear out”

‘How could I miss?!’ Gino thinks as his balls, his privates are savaged and roughed by Cliff touching his most sensitive big balls.

Scrunching his face, Gino intends not to do be such a dumbass and miss a second. While Cliff still plays with his balls Gino swings low, and this time he thankfully connects slamming his fist far between Cliff’s legs nailing him in his basket. The satisfying squish of Cliff’s ballsack feels good and he grins down at him.

“Got yeah.”

Gino smiles widely, explaining that “This is my ring.”

Cliff bends over. Clutching his balls.

“You make the mistake of not taking off gloves.” Cliff throws a put into Gino’s balls from below.

“My bar knuckles attacks are much better against your balls, than you gloved attacts.”

Cliff fishes inside of Gino’s undies and pulls his balls out from his shorts.

“Big. Impressive. Maybe they’ll get bigger…when I do this!”

Cliff slaps Gino’s balls around a few times, the backhand slap of each blow hitting hard and swift.

“Oh shiiiiiit!

Gino’s eyes start to cross, and Cliff is right…but he can’t get his gloves off just now. His balls throb outside of his shorts and he drops unceremoniously to his knees, his torso swaying.

“F…fucker.”

Gino is a mess on the floor of the ring, the hard white mat underneath his knees digs deep .

“B…bastard.”

His balls are throbbing, and Gino can already feel the swell from deep within his ballsack.

Putting both gloves together, Gino uses his fists like battering rams and slams both together back to front so that he makes no a boxing glove sandwich with Cliffs nuggets trapped within.

Gino can feel the tender squishiness underneath his fists as he twists his boxing gloves.

“Take that…” Gino mutters as he flattens Cliffs balls into flapjacks.

Cliff feels his balls flatten and he leans back, which just puts more pressure on his sack.

He sees Gino’s knees spread apart on the mat, his large plums still dangling out of his shorts and reaches out his leg in a quick flurry. It strikes directing into Gino’s bare balls. The actual leg of his leg in the kick strains Cliff’s balls and he lets out a yelp.

Gino’s eyes widen in alarm, his bare balls that he can’t quite get back into his shorts smack up against abs hitting just below his navel bouncing off of his hardened stomach. Each tiny thump makes Gino wince and his arms tremble trying to keep Cliff’s nuts sandwiched in this position trapped and crushed between his red leather gloves.

“Oh… god.”

That’s when the full impact of the pain set in, and Gino can’t stand it. It’s as Cliff pulls his foot out and he tries to maintain the hold and which makes Cliff finally give in to his own testicle agony.

“You suuuuuck” Gino whimpers.

“Let go …. Now!”

Cliff can barely take the pain. He knows it’ll hurt him too, but he drives his heel into Noah’s dangling jewels.

Cliff’s foot is buried deep within Gino’s scrotum, the pain building as Cliff drives his heel in deeper.

Gino is losing steam and fast, his arms are trembling but he does not relent and continues to make mashed potatoes with Cliffs balls not wanting to give up…he’s not done yet.

“I can’t…you…ugh!” Gino gasps as another wave of pure agony hits him and his legs tremble but he does not give in.

“Stop flattening my balls!”

Cliff uses his toes to grab Gino’s balls and pull them to the ground. Flattening them against the mat with the balls of his foot.

“Dear God!” Gino groans, the gruff rough voice sounds horse coming deep from his chest and with one last push of his gloves he stops the move on Cliff and falls prone to the mat. Unable to grab his balls, the red boxing gloves cover his hands and he remembers that he will need a second person to release them so all that he can do is rub the contents with his soft leather gloves. He can’t even tuck away his blazing red scrotum. His nads lay exposed leaning on his left thigh.

Gino’s brown eyes roll back, the flecks of yellow like lightening from the hot lights above seem to shimmer.

“I’m…gonna…fuck you up!” Gino curses both red gloves laying protectively over his junk.

Cliff stands over Gino’s crumbling body. “So you gonna leave the ring now?”

Gino licks his bottom lip, the sudden redness so bright against his bright white teeth as he huffs out. “No…damn you!”

Gino climbs back up, amazed that Cliff does not stop him. His legs are wobbly, but Gino refuses to give in or back down.

“I’m gonna…beat you up!” Gino says moving forward and chest thrusts into Cliff, his massive pecs hitting into Chests smaller stature as he lifts his boxing gloves up and grabs Cliff around the neck, staying close and whispering in his ear.

“My turn.”

And hammers a knee straight and true up and into Cliff’s basket as hard as he can. Since his hands are covered, he lets bony knee hits until Cliffs until he reaches his tail bone hitting it with a thud.

“Got you…” Noah growls

Cliff falls to the ground landing on his back. Clutching his hidden balls.

“You fucker”

He tries to get up back can’t.

“Help me up.”

He puts a hand forward.

Gino grins, he’s still hurt. His balls feel like they are throbbing in time with his steady beating heart but he does not give in. Every so gently he manages to open his boxing shorts and tuck himself inside, only making his cock poke out once. All the messing around below the belt causes him to swell a bit, but he ignores it and pushes forward seeing Cliff on the mat makes him giddy with glee.

“Told you this was my ring!”

Gino hits his right pec, just above his nickel sized nipple with a gloved hand as he gets closer to Cliff still wary of his adversary as he kicks his legs apart, eyeing the goods of Cliffs careful steepled hands covering his nutsack after seeing that Noah was not going to pull him up.

Gino places one foot on Cliff’s palms covering the goods and rears back his fist and starts wailing into Cliffs abs with left and right jabs and it’s only after half a dozen punches into Cliffs mid-section that he gazes down at his foe.

“I’ll help you friend…I’ll roll you right out!”

A savage kick hits just below Cliffs navel, Gino was a few centimeters off from hitting dead center. Noah’s bare toes sink into Cliff’s lower abs making Cliff grunt and he leers down so that he is inches from his face, one foot still on Cliffs hands covering and protecting his goods.

“You’ve lost. I won.”

Gino’s wicked grin, shows a sneer as his brown eyes twinkle with mischief and his glove hand pops Cliff on the nose gently, and he laughs a little. The other hand sits in between Cliff’s pecs holding him steady and Gino thinks about doing push-ups on top of his prone form to emasculate him some more.

Cliff on the ground begs now “Please. Help me up?”

“Can’t hear you!” Gino mocks popping him in the ballbag. This get a perfect reaction as Cliff pops up gasping, and he crumples to the mat rolling out until he hits the floor of the gym and curves into a little ball. The older man no longer a match for Gino.

Gino smiles wider and smirks not even cussing him out again as he turns back to the bag to continue his workout. ‘See Logan was wrong all along,’ Gino thinks as he connects with the bag with a savage punch. ‘Next time Logan and I wrestle maybe I will wear these boxing gloves.’

No one tries to stop Gino until he is good and down in the ring, the men around the ring eye him warily and Gino stands tall having shown everyone who the king of the ring really is.

 

~End