POPS: The Boxer

 

It wasn't supposed to happen. You had seen Diego shake off men bigger and more fit than you like a bird shaking off feathers, but somehow you had managed to wear him down into a shell of his former self. The tiny gym reeked of sweat as a small but tightly packed audience cheered and shouted as they watched you pummel your boxing glove over and over into his midsection. 

The hot Latin boxer probably would have slumped to the ground if his muscular arms weren't behind his back, the top rope buried in his arm pits. He was literally hanging from the rope and you looked down to see that several pairs of eager hands from the audience had reached into the ring and grabbed his ankles, effectively locking him in place with his legs spread, totally at your mercy. Not like you were in a merciful mood.

Diego had been admired and feared in the boxing club since he'd joined months ago and now that you'd knocked him down a peg it seemed everyone was eager to see how you'd finish the job. He was barely stirring but still present enough to know he was about to be in a world of hurt. Loud, hard thumping echoed through the gym over the shouting of the watching men as your gloves buried themselves into his softening obliques.

Finally, Diego had enough.

"Man, I give! I give!" he shouts. 

Even begging for mercy he sounded sexy, you think.

THUD

Your right glove slams into his abs and he lets out a defeated groan. You pile on another and another, using his rippled abs like a rock hard punching bag. He lets out a baritone wail and goes to raise his gloves but the audience reacts quickly, grabbing his muscular arms and holding them firmly outside the ring behind his back. You smirk and nod at a handsome young man who is holding Diego's left bicep. It was an open secret that Diego's particular brand of cocky wasn't well liked but you had no idea the level of true animus. 

Oh well, you think. Might as well give the people what they want. You continue to pummel his softening abs until your eyes start to gaze lower. Diego was wearing his signature cerulean boxing shorts that barely reached his leg and between his thick thighs was an absolutely enormous bulge with the outline of each of his massive nuts clearly visible as the sweat soaked material clung to his skin. The outline of his ridiculously thick cock snaked down his leg so far that it's mushroom shaped head - plainly outlined - nearly poked out of the bottom of the shorts. It was quite a sight. Of course Diego wasn't wearing a cup or anything so he could show off his pornographic endowment, further satiating his ego. That's when you have an idea.

You slam your fist into the top few rows of his rolling abs.

"Should I go lower?"

The crowd screams yes.

THUD

Your fist collides with his flat, bruised tummy. Diego whimpers and looked up at you with his badly swollen face which still somehow looked boyishly handsome. His thick black hair was matted against his forehead. You considered shouting to the crowd to let the exhausted stud go so that he could collapse against the ropes but...

"Lower?" you shout.

The crowd erupts as you slam your gloves into his lower obliques and the very lower limit of his abs, some of your glove impacting just at the waist of his shorts. 

You give Diego a wink before shouting out again.

"What'doya say, guys? Lower?"

"Hell yes!"

One of the jocks holding Diego's right leg shouts.

"Dude! I give! I give!" 

Diego struggled against the guys holding him to the ropes but he's not going anywhere. You eye his gorgeous body up and down, resting on the delicious, mounding bulge in his shorts. 

You pull your gloved hand back and send it flying full force into Diego's balls.  The impact was so devastating that it took his mind a split second to fully recognize what had happened. His mouth opened into a cartoonish 'O' and his eyes crossed as he let out a howl. The crowd whooped in delight and you pulled your fist back just long enough to cock it for another blow.  You can feel his huge baby makers violently being compressed between your hard glove and his toned body. They're incredibly dense feeling, like little sparring bags, and you pull your glove back again. This time you mix it up and throw a punch with the opposite hand.

Different hand, same effect. Diego's eyes cross and he screams and begs as the crowd goes wild. His nuts are compressed in his shorts like meaty pancakes over and over as you are determined to permanently dent the bulge he so proudly flaunts around the gym. Your fists are a blur as you methodically throw every ounce of strength into each blow, relishing in feeling as his stones becoming softer - and larger. Diego nearly passed out, still splayed against the rope, as his nuts started to swell. The change is imperceptible since his bulge was already so massive, but you can feel it even through the gloves.

The drooling stud looked as you pleadingly as you slightly shift your target.

"Ooooh!" 

He screams bloody murder as your fist slams into his horse cock, nearly destroying it. You felt it compress nearly totally flat against his incredibly dense thigh. It was a great feeling, so great that you quickly repeat it! Then you do it again for good measure. Diego's fuck stick is barely holding up under the barrage of blows and you know you were doing real damage to it. But you don't care.

You pull your arm back and slam it into the outline of his cock with everything you've got. It's by far the hardest punch of the night and it has the desired effect.  Diego let out a strange, hoarse yell and passes out as you feel your glove collide with the outline of the thick, meaty cock, flatten it, then feel his thick thigh. You pull your fist back to reveal that the tube-shaped bulge now had a permanent indent.

The crowd grows silent before erupting into cat calls and cheers.

You pull your fist back and take aim at the achingly hot double bulges still left in his shorts. I wonder if he has any kids, you casually think as you throw your fist and all of your body weight into the next punch.  His mound flattens dangerously. You know you're doing real damage now, but the crowd is still egging you on.

Your left glove slams into Diego's defenseless bulge and you can feel them flatten under your glove. They are really starting to deform now, no longer maintaining their firm round shape. Diego's bulge is legendary, but every legend eventually ends. You throw a body-weight punch into his crotch, followed by an uppercut, and another punch. Each blow eliciting an excited shriek from the crowd.

It's obvious what's going to happen if you keep it up. Diego's shorts are going to be flatter than his toned abs. His sack is on the brink of total collapse and the orbs feel absolutely squishy.  You step back to admire him one last time. He's really quite good looking and that flopping bulge oozes sex appeal, even in its damaged state. Not any more, you decide.

Your gloves are like pistons and you're pouring sweat as every ounce of energy goes into trimming Diego's family tree. His helpless testicles, flatten out under each blow, trying desperately not to burst open. But, like their owner, they eventually tucker out...