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Love the body work
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Agonophiliac's Fantasy - Part 3
I land the first punch, a quick left jab that bops my opponent squarely on the nose. The most basic punch in all of boxing is enough to make a shot of adrenaline course through my system!
The feeling of my own punch landing echos a thousand thoughts and fantasies leading up to this fight and it is everything I dreamed it would be with plenty more to come.
A massive smile crosses my face, exposing my brilliant white mouth guard, my opponent meets my gaze after the jab suddenly snapped his head back and he escalates the fight swiftly by retaliating with a left hook, that I want him to land.
The hook crashes into the side of my head and spit from my smile is sent flying across the room and I recognise the jolt in my cock, I fucking loved taking that shot and I need it again!
We are only ten seconds into the first round and it feels like I've been doing this forever but I am not complaining, I never want this moment or fight to end. I feel my feet breaking into the high top boots as I circle around to the left of my opponent and slip him a right body hook as I do.
Body work is and always shall be my favourite target in the sweet science and finally getting to land a body blow almost makes my balls want to explode with pleasure, passion and the built up tension of years of clammering for the opportunity to work the body of a fellow fighter.
My opponent grunts in pain of the unforseen body blow and I can't fucking wait till he returns the favour...
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Agonophiliac's Fantasy - Part 2
We stand across from the room, in our metaphorical corners. Him in blue and me in red. The app timer counts us into the first round, we are ten seconds out.
In those ten seconds, years of build up and desire begin to form a palpable tension. My heart is racing. I feel fear, anxiety and excitement.
I can feel the gloves tightly secured to my fists and to this point I have only imagined how delivering a punch in these babies must feel and even more so, how it feels to be taking those punches.
The ten seconds last an eternity as my gloves are now raised against my head.
Before the round can even start I think about all the possibilities. How I could open with the jab, how he could do the same. How if we take enough punches one of us or both could draw blood. I think about how I want to clinch to my opponent and work his body, to feel him grunt in my ear and the punches sink into that smooth body. And how he will do the same, and I will savour every fucking blow.
I wonder if during the rounds about to come if I cam recreate some of my favourite punches and combos from fights I have witnessed over the years or from the video games I've played. I wonder how accurate they are to what I am about to embark on.
My eyes lock with my opponent from across the room and the bell starting round one finally rings out.
I move to meet my opponent in the middle of the room and I prepare to throw the first punch.
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The fighter on the right is Kieron Fox. Fun fact, I actually almost had the chance to glove up with him.
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Favourite Sean Quick POV moment 馃サ馃
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Agonophiliac's Fantasy - Part 1
It's just me and my opponent in a cleared room at his place. We spent the days prior texting each other on the hour, pumping ourselves up for the fight we arranged.
We spent hours meticulously crafting it all together. Discussing which gloves would be best, velco or laced. Faux or real leather. Heavy oz or light. Colour schemes, such as black gloves with a white trunk and black trim or red gloves with red shorts and white trim. Would we have low cut or high top boots. Not a single thing was forgotten or overlooked.
I always tell my opponents of my dream fight...
I want to be fully kitted out. Boots that are a snug fit, shorts that leave plenty of room for my cock to bounce around as we do the dance, bare and hairy chest exposed, mouth guard in full white just waiting for spit to be sent flying from it when I catch a solid right hook and optional head guard to increase to sweat factor so there is more to fly off and drip down onto my body...
I'm ready for this fight. He is ready for this fight. We prepared, we trained, we worked on our punches.
We want to see how much we can take. I want to sink my red laced Lonsdale gloves into his gut and I want him to snap my head back with a stinging jab.
We are here to test each other, to push each other, to indulge each other, to fight each other, to give each other exactly what we want and know we both possess the power to give each other only what we know we want and can give.
He helps put on my hand wraps, making sure that they are nice and tight before squeezing them into the gloves. The leather fights me on its on terms but the sound of the material being warped and stretched sends a signal down my body and into my cock that adds to the tension...
I smack my gloves together and listen to them echo in the small room. These beauties have been admired from afar for a long time. These gloves are what fighters use, what men use, the tools of the trade that are now finally on my hands, granting me power and a high that cannot be described. It has to be felt.
I stand here now, a fighter, a warrior and ready to do battle for both the pain and the pleasure...
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