Cody was in the shotgun seat of the car, sitting next to
his Father who had a destination in mind. Cody was kept in the dark, as Jerry
just told him to get dressed and get ready to go. When asked where they're going, Jerry told his son
"Trust your father, and get dressed."
Now, the two were sitting in the car. Jerry's hands on the wheel in a 10 - 2 formation, and Cody's hands on his phone, passing the time until he has to pay attention. He had no idea where he was going, but he tried not to think about it too much. He just wanted to get it over with so he could go home and chill on his computer. Cody was browsing incognito mode, checking the content on his favorite websites before Jerry told him to get ready, and Cody felt it fitting that his father would decide to start some father/son bonding when he wanted some alone time.
"Trust your father, and get dressed."
Now, the two were sitting in the car. Jerry's hands on the wheel in a 10 - 2 formation, and Cody's hands on his phone, passing the time until he has to pay attention. He had no idea where he was going, but he tried not to think about it too much. He just wanted to get it over with so he could go home and chill on his computer. Cody was browsing incognito mode, checking the content on his favorite websites before Jerry told him to get ready, and Cody felt it fitting that his father would decide to start some father/son bonding when he wanted some alone time.
"So, Cody. How's the love life?" Jerry asked.
Cody instantly stopped paying attention to his phone screen and found himself somewhat flustered.
"Uhh... wh-what?"
"The love life. A girl, do you have a girlfriend?" Jerry asked, glaring at Cody. He saw that his son looked uncomfortable with the question, and seemed to have issues finding a suitable answer. Cody felt on the spot, and felt that being honest wasn't what his Father wanted to hear.
"No girlfriend?" Jerry asked.
Cody looked at his father, turned away and shook his head, letting out a meek "no."
Jerry sighed and nodded his head. Cody saw his father's knuckles grow white and saw the gears grind in his mind.
"You know... I don't know why I'm disappointed to hear that, because I expected it too."
Cody looked down and felt like there was something wrong with himself. Then, he grew upset and responded
"I... you sent me to an all boys school-"
"So that means you don't like girls?"
"No!"
"Then what does that have to do with anything!? Whatever, it doesn't matter." Jerry said with a grimace. Cody frowned and looked back at his phone, hoping to find something to shift his focus.
"Well, this is a reason why we're going out. I'm going to help you."
"What?"
"I've asked a friend to help teach you to be a man."
Cody sat in his seat, thinking about what this means. He remembers a few times his father tried to teach him how to be a man, and realized how each time it was basically just him getting beat on. Cody shook his head and bent over, his hands on the dashboard.
"Dad, please, you don't have to-"
"Yes, I do! I'm not gonna have a son of mine turn into some pansy-ass bitch who can't talk to a girl or stand up for themselves! You have to learn!"
Cody thought about the hypocrisy that was being forced to learn how to stand up for himself when he doesn't want to. But he decided to do nothing but sit there and let it happen. He felt it would be easiest to just shut up and get it over with. Maybe it won't be so bad.
Then, he realized that he just convinced himself to not stand up for himself when he was told he was to learn how to stand up for himself, and then felt like a coward. Cody focused on his phone and tried to pretend he didn't have a choice in the matter.
Then, he realized that he just convinced himself to not stand up for himself when he was told he was to learn how to stand up for himself, and then felt like a coward. Cody focused on his phone and tried to pretend he didn't have a choice in the matter.
Soon, Jerry and Cody were inside a gym. Cody was sitting on a bench, responding to Paul's text messages. He welcomed it, as it took him out of the reality he didn't want to acknowledge, but this could only work for so long.
"Cody, I asked a friend to come by and help me out."
"You said that."
"You said that."
Cody looked up from his phone with a sigh after they silently sat in the mostly empty gym after Jerry said to wait for a minute. Jerry waved at the entrance and Cody looked over. He saw 3 people. One older man, looked like the same age as his father, and 2 kids who looked more his age. One boy, one girl. The boy was wearing blue Nike track pants a plain white shirt. He was talking to the girl and both had a smile on. He sent a couple play punches at her face and body, then she laughed and pushed him in retaliation, causing his black hair to sway in the air. He looked very fit, bulkier than Cody, and had a handsome looking face.
Cody was more focused on the girl next to him, though. She was wearing black leggings and a white sweatshirt. Cody could see the tan bra straps under her sweatshirt and found it difficult to look away from her. She had a devilish, daring smile, that held an attitude that intimidated and a posture which told Cody that she was more than he could ever handle. She swayed her hips as she strutted, a full, pointed smile danced on her face as she undid and redid her jet black pony tail. Cody's eyes moved down to her chest, and saw how full it looked. Two melons that looked so firm and he wanted to know exactly how it felt and looked in his hands. Cody then got interrupted by his father.
"She's pretty, isn't she? Maybe she'll motivate you."
Cody looked at his father, who was smiling as he nudged his son then laughed. Cody shook his head and turned back. Then, the older man hollered out with outstretched arms.
"JERRBALL!? IS THAT YOU!?"
"YOU KNOW IT BROCKER!"
The two well-aged adult men, both of whom aren't too far removed from their glory years and still have some signs sketched across them, embraced each other in a cheer and acted like they haven't seen each other in years. They did a quick job of catching up as Cody sat on the bench quietly. He looked back to the two kids his age, and saw them both staring at him. They pointed at him, made comments with smirks and laughed. All while keep their comments low enough for Cody to be kept in the dark. Cody looked down at his well fitting, but still tight jeans holding his legs and bulge. He felt self-conscious and crossed his legs. Right after he heard the girl sigh out. Just then he looked up and saw the two of them smiling at him. The girl raised her eyebrow and looked Cody over, while the boy flexed his muscles, then made a kissy face and a noise to accompany it. Cody's eyes went wide then looked away in a hurry. He heard both the girl and boy laugh out as Cody tried to move time forward.
"So, this is your kid? The one you were telling me about?" Cody heard being asked. He looked up at his dad and his friend, and saw them both staring at him.
"Yeah, that's him. Why are you sitting like that, you look like a girl!"
Cody uncrossed his legs and heard the two kids snickering.
"Ah, don't be so hard on him. We'll fix him up Jerry!"
"I hope so Brocker. Let's get into this. Cody, come on, get in the ring!" Jerry said, throwing his thumb towards the empty ring behind them. Cody looked at the square shaped ring sitting atop the cold concrete. Cody looked back then began to open his mouth.
"W-why? Why am I going into the ring?"
"Because you and me are gonna throw down, stud!" The boy said as he rubbed his knuckles on Cody's mop. Cody pulled his head back and grimaced at the black haired jock as he laughed and swayed to the ring. He rolled under the ropes then jumped up, running across the ring, pushing himself off the ropes like a professional. Then he stopped in the middle and elbow dropped the mat. He went for a mock pin, then slapped the ground in rhythm for the 3 count. He then jumped up and took in the imaginary applause that followed his imaginary victory.
"You're such a dork, Miles!" Said the girl.
Miles laughed then kissed his biceps and looked at Cody. "Come on, what are you waiting for?"
Cody stood up then looked at his dad and his friend whose name he thinks is Brocker, but he wasn't sure if his ears were feeding him misinformation. Jerry looked at Cody and twirled his finger in a fast motion, signaling him to hurry up.
"I don't even know what I'm doing in there..." Cody said as he lifted his hands, not sure what to do in the moment. His legs pulled him towards the ring, but he did so very uncomfortably.
"Miles already told you, son." Brocker replied. "You two are gonna duke it out, so we can get a good judge on where you are."
Cody got to the ring then looked at the ropes and apron like they might swallow him whole, if he's not careful. He put a hand on the bottom rope, pulled on it, then pulled himself up. He climbed onto the apron and sighed out as he went under the middle rope.
"Cody, please. Next time you go into the ring, don't go under the middle rope! That's how girls go into the ring!" Jerry hollered from the sidelines as the 3 spectators moved up. Cody sighed and shook his head, muttering a sorry under his breath.
Standing up now, he looked at Miles who was jogging in place. Miles then took off his white shirt, and threw it on the floor behind him, displaying his impressive upper body. A body that was much more bulky and defined than that of Cody. More meat, more muscle, and a mostly hairless frame too. He smiled as he began stretching out with his sky blue track pants bending around all the meat and bulging in his lower body. His calves, thighs, and between his legs too. Miles looked all that, and Cody couldn't help but feel less than, in the sight of someone who obviously is more complete than he is at the moment.
"Cody, stop staring at Miles! Men don't get lost looking at other men, that's fucking gay! Now take your shirt off and give him what you got!" Jerry said, slapping the apron.
Cody turned around and swallowed something that he found stuck in his throat then turned back. He held the bottom of his shirt then did the same as Miles, and threw it to the ground behind him. It was more than obvious to everyone there that Miles had a stronger and more masculine frame. Cody looked lanky and slender, a total twink in his features. Miles towered over him in size, posture and confidence.
Miles smiled as he looked over Cody, and started walking around the edges of the ring. Cody felt pressured to do the same and awkwardly skipped along, doing his best to mimic.
"Not bad... could do with some gains though, lass." Miles smirked as he bounced his arms and pecs. Cody found that comment upsetting, as he felt that his body was more than acceptable before this. He could've even been pressed to say he's proud of it. Now, he feels inadequate.
Miles smiled as he looked over Cody, and started walking around the edges of the ring. Cody felt pressured to do the same and awkwardly skipped along, doing his best to mimic.
"Not bad... could do with some gains though, lass." Miles smirked as he bounced his arms and pecs. Cody found that comment upsetting, as he felt that his body was more than acceptable before this. He could've even been pressed to say he's proud of it. Now, he feels inadequate.
"Uh, what a-are the rules?" Cody asked looking over Miles. Cody really didn't want to fight Miles, seeing how much stronger and very likely more experienced Miles is as combat sports, in all their categories.
"You... and Miles..." Jerry started off, speaking loudly and clearly like Cody was slow, "are... going to... fight..."
"Yeah, but... like..." Cody started off, scratching his head, trying to think of how to get the answer he wants out. But Miles didn't let him, as he charged Cody when he passed over the corner. Miles yelled out and Cody shrieked in defense and threw his hands down, over Miles' bare back. Miles drove his body into Cody, and the force threw Cody into the turnbuckle.
Cody bounced off, somewhat dazed, and couldn't find his footing fast enough to block Miles as he drove his shoulder into Cody's stomach. Cody groaned out as he lost all the air inside him and closed his face. Miles then straightened Cody's posture and threw a knee into Cody's stomach, a forearm to the back of Cody's neck, then pulled him in and held Cody in a bear hug.
Cody, having difficulty breathing and moving, was tight and close to Miles' strong body, feeling his powerful pecs bearing on him as his bulky arms tightened around his back. Cody then felt Miles shift as he all of a sudden was lifted off into the air and thrown overhead, in a belly to belly suplex that launched Cody across the ring. Cody fell with a thud, his back hurting and his mind having no idea which way gravity is pulling down towards.
Cody bounced off, somewhat dazed, and couldn't find his footing fast enough to block Miles as he drove his shoulder into Cody's stomach. Cody groaned out as he lost all the air inside him and closed his face. Miles then straightened Cody's posture and threw a knee into Cody's stomach, a forearm to the back of Cody's neck, then pulled him in and held Cody in a bear hug.
Cody, having difficulty breathing and moving, was tight and close to Miles' strong body, feeling his powerful pecs bearing on him as his bulky arms tightened around his back. Cody then felt Miles shift as he all of a sudden was lifted off into the air and thrown overhead, in a belly to belly suplex that launched Cody across the ring. Cody fell with a thud, his back hurting and his mind having no idea which way gravity is pulling down towards.
"Woah! You go Miles!" The girl cheered.
"Easy!" Miles stated as he started doing push ups on the floor, facing Cody, who was still on his back. Cody slowly moved his limbs around and tried to find his bearings.
"Come on Cody! Don't let him throw you around like a rag doll! Do something!" Jerry jeered from the side lines. Cody heard his father yelling, but couldn't think much into it. Cody started to get on his knees and look around. He saw Miles doing push ups in front of him and found that to be insulting.
"Showing off... are you?" Cody said between heavy breath.
"Just trying to look my best for you, pretty boy." Miles replied with a smirk, not sounding winded in the slightest bit. Cody shook his head, and got to his feet. He took up a weak fighting stance, but it looked better than the lack of fighting stance he had before this, which gave Jerry something to smile about. Miles stood up, got into a lackadaisical, but still
more sturdy fighting stance than the one Cody was squaring.
Cody decided to throw the punch first, aiming at Miles' head. Miles ducked, then danced back with an even more shit eating smile then he had on before, which threw more oil on the little spark Cody expressed with that punch. Cody grew a grimace and threw his hands in, trying to hit Miles one more time, this time with a 1-2 combination. This did Cody no favors, as Miles dodged it easily and even laughed afterwards. Cody yelled out and threw himself at Miles, who just slid out of the way.
Cody was now face first in the corner and instantly turned around just in time to see Miles ready to pile on him. Miles threw a punch at Cody's abs, then kicked Cody in the thigh, causing Cody to double over and sink towards the floor. Miles then lowered his arm to the floor and uppercutted Cody's chin with his bicep, then with Cody's neck outstretched and raised, Miles threw that same elbow in and slammed it into the stunned young man's head, further cementing Cody in the corner. Cody's mop of light brown hair swung around in the air as his hazel eyes were dazed and lost in their sockets. He blinked, but still could not find where he was.
Cody was now face first in the corner and instantly turned around just in time to see Miles ready to pile on him. Miles threw a punch at Cody's abs, then kicked Cody in the thigh, causing Cody to double over and sink towards the floor. Miles then lowered his arm to the floor and uppercutted Cody's chin with his bicep, then with Cody's neck outstretched and raised, Miles threw that same elbow in and slammed it into the stunned young man's head, further cementing Cody in the corner. Cody's mop of light brown hair swung around in the air as his hazel eyes were dazed and lost in their sockets. He blinked, but still could not find where he was.
With the stunned, slim and hot shirtless 17 year old boy in the corner, Miles saw that he could do whatever it is he wanted. So, he grabbed Cody in a headlock, and pulled him to the center of the ring. He tightened his bicep, crushing Cody's head. Cody threw his hands around, showing that he found this predicament uncomfortable while having no control in changing anything. Miles then threw his dominant hand between Cody's legs and grabbed a handful of the meaty bulge between his legs. Cody shrieked and his eyes grew as he realized that he was now being even more fully violated. Miles then moved his other hand to the base of Cody's throat, and lifted the slender young man up into the air. Cody felt a hole grow in his stomach as he saw the ground grow further away. He held both hands onto Miles hand, one for each intruding hand and looked down, terrified, as he felt Mile's dominant hand pushing into the pouch between his legs, which only helped to make Cody feel more uncomfortable as a more painful ache started to grow in his lower body. And from such a height above the ground, Cody felt truly vulnerable, having no control.
"Your boy is getting schooled." The girl said, talking to Jerry. Jerry nodded and sighed out.
"Yeah, Rebecca. Your brother is in total control." Jerry replied, rubbing his forehead.
Miles turned around, showing off the dominance he has over Cody. Holding him over his head, one hand holding onto Cody's junk, which Miles was happy to feel lived up to his expectations he and his sister were eyeing earlier. Miles bent his elbows, then lifted Cody back up again a couple times, just to further illustrate how in control he was, then threw Cody up into the air, and letting him fly to the floor with reckless abandon. Cody yelled as his hands and legs flailed about as he bombed towards the floor. Cody fell loudly, as the ring barely shook from the force. Cody bounced up as he fell, and lied on his back with a hand holding his crotch, happy that it was no longer being violated by that cocky jock.
Cody was just beginning to grow his focus back as Miles jumped in the air and double stomped down onto Cody's lean, but still hard, 6 pack abs. Cody gasped out as his eyes crossed. His eyes watered as he felt that hole in his stomach fill with Miles' feet and excruciating agony. Miles walked off, like it was nothing, as Cody curled up and held his stomach, which has grown beet red. Miles turned around and saw his sister smiling at him. Miles winked at her and then pulled his attention back to Cody, who was curled on his side, both hands holding onto his stomach. Miles heard the faint sounds of wheezing, but paid them no mind as he bent over and pulled Cody onto his knees.
Next, Miles grabbed the opposite leg of Cody, holding onto his jean covered leg with both bulky arms, then threw his body into Cody, flipping Cody over with the weight of him. While in the middle of this move, he made sure to wrap his legs around Cody's other leg, having both of Cody's legs held tightly by both Miles' legs and arms. Cody was on his shoulders, and Miles on his back, now holding onto Cody's legs with both arms and legs.
Now, Miles was in perfect position and pulled Cody's legs apart in a banana split. Cody started screaming out as he felt his legs getting pulled apart like a wish bone. Cody's split legs and bulging manhood was being aimed right at the 3 spectators. Rebecca laughed and clapped her hands, happy to see Cody's crotch being splayed right in front of her. The huge sack pushing against his tight jeans was a sight for sore eyes, and she was very happy to see that her suspicions earlier weren't misguided. This very good-looking twink was packing very serious equipment.
Brocker was smiling at his boy having such a dominant display, and Jerry was disappointed that Cody was such a disappointment.
Now, Miles was in perfect position and pulled Cody's legs apart in a banana split. Cody started screaming out as he felt his legs getting pulled apart like a wish bone. Cody's split legs and bulging manhood was being aimed right at the 3 spectators. Rebecca laughed and clapped her hands, happy to see Cody's crotch being splayed right in front of her. The huge sack pushing against his tight jeans was a sight for sore eyes, and she was very happy to see that her suspicions earlier weren't misguided. This very good-looking twink was packing very serious equipment.
Brocker was smiling at his boy having such a dominant display, and Jerry was disappointed that Cody was such a disappointment.
"AHHH!!! MY BALLS, LET GO!" Cody cried out, as he tried to pull his hands up to his split legs. He felt Miles pull his legs apart more and more by the second, and his jeans were not meant to be pulled at like this. Miles laughed and playfully moved his hand to Cody's crotch, grabbing it and shaking it up and down. Cody found this incredibly uncomfortable and realized when he opened his eyes that his dad, his dad's friend and that very cute daughter was staring right at him and his wide open crotch, which was being played with by the domineering jock. Cody closed his eyes and struggled to get out, but was completely stuck and in a growing amount of pain and embarrassment.
"Okay Miles, I think that's enough for now." Brocker said, trying to hide a smile.
Miles nodded and pulled apart a couple more times for the laugh. Then, everyone heard a rip tear through the air. The 3 spectators saw Cody's jeans rip at the seams, and show the yellow underwear he was wearing underneath. Rebecca and Brocker laughed out without a thought. Miles quickly let go with an 'oops!' expression on his face. He began to laugh with his family as he began to realize what happened.
"Oh shit, my bad..." Miles said laughing as he sat on his knees. Cody was curled up, face growing red, and holding his crotch. One hand in the front, the other at the ripped seams. He was pushing his fingers in, knowing that there wasn't always a hole here and wishing there wasn't one now. He felt embarrassed, because he knows everyone saw and heard this happen. And in such a humiliating fashion too. His legs were spread wide for all to see, he lost all control over the situation. And then Miles even took his hand and grabbed his dick and balls and shook them around with everyone watching. Cody didn't want to think about this anymore.
"Okay... so, Cody isn't much of a fighter." Brocker said with a smirk. "But, that's what we're here for. Maybe he'll be a better boxer. Miles, grab the boxing stuff from the car."
"Yessir!" Miles said as he rolled out of the ring. He took the keys from his father and went to the car to get the boxing stuff.
Brocker and Jerry talked lowly, trying to keep their conversation to themselves. Rebecca had her eyes on Cody in the ring, and decided to roll in the ring with him. She watched him as he lied curled up, hands buried in his crotch, with his face red and closed off. She looked over him as she sat there with her legs spread as she sat on her heels.
With a hand by her mouth, and the other by her thigh, she spoke. "Cody, is it?"
Cody groaned and shifted. He moved a hand over his head, not wanting to be brought out of his hole to acknowledge his embarrassment right now.
"Come on, you don't have to hide from me... I think you're pretty cute." Rebecca mused as she pulled herself over, lying on her stomach. Cody opened his eyes and saw her not too far from him. He looked at her pretty face, smiling at him, and saw her full breasts bulge out as they pushed against the unforgiving mat. Rebecca looked at Cody, and danced her eyebrows as she looked over him. Cody gulped and didn't know how to feel right now.
"Maybe you and me can... mess around later. Spar... or something." She said as she pulled her body up like a slinky. Sitting on her heels now, still with her legs spread, Cody stared at her open crotch.
"Oh, and I thought that rip in your pants was pretty funny too." She giggled, as she rubbed her hands over the small bump Cody could make out in her tight as skin leggings. Cody gulped and felt himself get a little bit too excited.
"My name is Rebecca, by the way. My friends call me Rebi."
"H-hello Rebi." Cody stammered out, trying to divert his eyes from her crotch. Rebi smiled and turned back to the two fathers. They weren't paying attention, but she could see her big brother open the doors to the gym and walk over with a bag hanging over his shoulder. She turned back to Cody, and smiled suggestively once more.
"Good luck vs my brother. Don't be scared to fight dirty... that's how I always win. Plus, Miles won't be afraid to play dirty either..." Rebi said as suggestively as you could imagine. Cody loved hearing her say dirty. Dirty... it excited him even more.
"Alright, I've got the bag!" Miles said with a smile as he lied it on the apron. Everyone looked over, then Jerry looked at Cody.
"You're still curled on the floor? Jesus Cody, come up, get up! Act like a man!" Jerry let out with annoyance as he shook his head. "Grab a pair of gloves. You and Miles are going to box!"
Cody groaned and rolled onto his stomach. He still held his hands down by his crotch, out of pain and embarrassment both. He also realizes that his dick is a bit hard, and really doesn't want to give anyone any more ammunition to use against him. He breathed out, and rolled under the ropes. His wrists are by his crotch and he takes his time to get off the apron. He watched Miles as he strapped on a sparring helmet. He was about to put in a mouth guard, but he looked at to Cody and offered it to him.
"You're gonna need this more than me, haha!" Miles said as he shook the mouth guard. Cody grimaced and pushed off the apron, confident that his boner is gone now. He took it and muttered a thank you. Miles laughed and put his hand on Cody's shoulder.
"You don't have to be so stuck up. We're just having fun."
Cody stared at Miles. "Having fun?" is all he could ask.
"Well, yeah! At least for me haha!" Miles laughed. Cody groaned and turned away, not wanting to go into this. Cody feels that talking to people like Miles is pointless.
"Wait, this is your mouth guard? This has been in your mouth?" Cody asked, now dangling the mouth guard.
"It gets cleaned after each use, don't worry." Miles said with a smile Cody found somewhat comforting.
Miles held his smile, waiting for Cody to proceed. Cody smiled, then put the mouth guard in. Miles felt relieved and held back a laugh as he continued. "That won't be the last time you put something of mine in your mouth though, haha!" Miles aggressively jested, pushing Cody's shoulder. Cody groaned and took the mouth guard out of his mouth and throwing it at Miles.
"Woah, come on bro. It's just a joke!" Miles said with a laugh.
"Fuck off man, Jesus." Cody muttered.
"You need to lighten up! Maybe that's why your dad wants me to help you!" Miles said putting the mouth guard in.
"I don't need to lighten up! You're just a dickhead dude..." Cody said in an annoyed tone.
"I'm a dickhead? Nah, man... here!" Miles said, quickly smacking his backhand into Cody's plump bulge. Cody grunted out and pulled back, cupping his crotch and looking up with a roll of his eyes. He moaned then fell to a knee, growing sick as he settled into the reality of Miles' backhand.
"There's your dickhead, haha!" Miles laughed out, rubbing his stomach as he laughed at his hilarious display. He found himself so clever, and a hell of a bro.
Cody groaned, breathing slowly as he couldn't move much due to the throbbing pain Miles just forced upon him. It was a sharp sting at first, but morphed into a dull cramping pain that Cody found unwarranted and very unwelcomed. He remembered what Rebi told him not too long ago, telling Cody that he should maybe fight dirty. Cody felt Miles would have it coming, if he decided to do so. He grit his teeth as he looked up at Miles, who was smiling as he began to put on a boxing glove.
"Cody, what the fuck are you doing! Come on, put the gloves on. Miles, you'll show him how to, right?" Jerry said, not too far behind Cody.
"Yeah, of course! Always glad to lend a hand." Miles responded, still smiling like his world is perfect, as he pulled the glove off and put it next to the bag.
Cody grunted as he pushed himself up, a hand on his thigh and the other cupping his nuts. He looked behind him, seeing his father nodding at Miles, then turning to Brocker. He also saw Rebi smiling at him, leaning against the apron. She looked at Cody like she knew all his dirty little secrets. It made Cody feel bare, and felt his spine tingle. Then he grunted in pain, before he stood up straight. He breathed out and tried to prepare himself. He didn't plan on letting Miles have such an easy time in boxing.
Cody was geared up with a head guard that he felt was way too tight, and heavy gloves that he refused to believe were his size. Cody was not in his element, standing bare chested, with a blue protective headgear and heavy boxing gloves, looking across from a meat head who could bench press twice his weight. Cody looked about as uncomfortable as a kid in line at a grocery store as he held whatever position he could manage in the ring. Cody wasn't sure how he was expected to throw his fists when the gloves felt like they were 30 pounds each. But, he wasn't about to complain. Not anymore. He stared across from the bouncing jock, with a grimace that Miles could just make out under the protective head gear. Miles couldn't help but smirk as he realized how much impact he had on Cody.
He walked forward, and outstretched his bulkier arm in an offer of comradery. Cody looked at it, but knew it was full of shit. Or, at the least, felt Miles himself was full of shit.
"Cody... come on, don't be a shithead and show your opponent some respect! That's how we men do it!" Jerry said, as he realized Cody was uninterested in acknowledging Miles' outward display.
"Nah, it's okay Mr. Brennen. It's aaaallll goooood." Miles cooly returned. Cody could see that shit stain smirk on his face. Cody grunted and pulled his fists up to his face and tried to mimic those boxing stances he's seen in TV and movies. He kept his fists moving, finding it easier to swing them the more he moves his hands.
"Stay low and don't let him control you! Let's see what you got, son!" Jerry cheered, as the spar began.
Cody had Rebi's words in mind. But he wasn't sure when or how to use that information. It did remind Cody to keep a fist lower, just to be safe. He was still wearing the same pair of ripped jeans he was sporting earlier. As Cody moved in them, the more they seemed to stretch. Plus, the rip in his seams felt like they gave him more room, which ended up working in his favor.
Cody moved in, watching Miles' hands jogging with his hazel eyes, waiting for something to react to. Miles waited for a few moments, then gave it to Cody. He jabbed a right fist into Cody's open side, which caused Cody to bend around it and grimace. Cody nodded, but didn't shift his stance, instead simply accepting that he has an opening. Miles took advantage by giving Cody the same right, but then followed it up with a left to his stomach. Cody grunted out and pulled back, grimacing as he tried to regain his breath. Miles didn't let Cody catch himself, and instantly flurried in with the same right, a left hook to Cody's jaw, a uppercut to Cody's firm gut, then two quick straights to Cody's face. Thankfully, the protective head gear absorbed much of the impact to his face. But Cody's body took the full force of Miles' body strikes.
Still dazed from the head strikes, but reeling and sore from the the others, Cody stumbled to his knees. He felt a bit weak from the body shots, but began to shake it off after a couple moments.
When Cody got back to his feet, Miles spoke up.
"If it weren't for that head gear, you would of already had something of mine in your mouth again, haha!"
Cody grimaced and readied back up, not wanting to hear anything else from Miles. He breathed out harshly, then pushed through and tried to catch Miles off guard with a flurry of his own. But Miles either blocked or dodged each of Cody's punches, and ended the interaction with a strong retaliation, in the form of a right uppercut to the stomach, which winded Cody. Miles danced in place and shook his right fist with pride. Cody looked up at Miles as he held his arms over his assaulted midsection. Cody didn't feel he was doing any better at this.
"Come on! I thought you were gonna put up more of a fight here... I guess I shouldn't of expected that from a guy like you..." Miles shrugged.
"A... guy like me?" Cody said, almost out of breath. Miles looked to of laughed as he realized how winded Cody already was.
"Yeah... a push over pretty boy who never put up a fight in his life." Miles responded without much thought. Cody found Miles nonchalant words to be wildly invigorating. He began to focus on Miles and really think about how he could shut him up.
"Come on, Cody! Watch for his openings and strike!" Jerry cheered, trying to give his failing son some words to hopefully help.
Cody walked around, watching how Miles' hands and eyes moved. Cody feigned a right jab, aimed high, then a left low, seeing how he Miles reacted. Cody nodded, realizing that Miles seemed a bit slow on the low block. He still didn't forget Rebi's words from earlier. Cody looked at Miles, how he towered over him and how much of a douche he comes off as. Normally, Cody wouldn't consider following through on those sorts of recommendations, no matter who he's up against. But this situation is different, he told himself.
But after a moment of consideration, Cody decided against it. He didn't think he had to pull out the low blow so soon. He has to prove himself, first.
Cody feigned a quick left hook, then quickly pushed out a low right to Miles' abs. Miles didn't seem effected, but did take a step back. Cody didn't let Miles off that easy, and quickly jumped in, throwing a quick left hook to Miles' face, this time following through, and then two quick punches to his stomach. Miles barely moved his hands in for the last punch, but was able to block some of it. Cody still kept the pressure on, and threw a strong straight fist at Miles' face.
Miles just barely ducked the unexpectedly aggressive straight. Miles felt rushed to retaliate, and sent a flurry of low punches to Cody's open abdomen. The first two struck Cody's lower abdomen, both packing some heat. But Miles' final fist, a straight, was rushed out and was thrown without much accuracy. This fist traveled lower, and Cody pulled back after the second strike. Miles pushed through on this strike, wanting to make sure he hit Cody, and managed to strike right above the bottom of Cody's pouch in his jeans. Feeling his delicate manhood get squashed by a powerful strike from someone much stronger than he is, Cody instantly yelped out and backed up. His neck lifted up, and his body slowly dipped to the floor as he felt his body rack him with a pain he uncomfortably understood too well.
"Shit, that was a low blow! Haha!" Miles laughed out, realizing where his strike ended up.
"You motherfucker!" Cody yelled out on his knees, a boxing glove over his crotch. He rubbed the glove against his jeans, hoping it would be somewhat comforting.
"It was an accident, honest!" Miles could barely get out through laughter. That made Cody feel like it wasn't an accident. On his knees and radiating in the pain that comes from a low blow, Cody decided he shouldn't shy away from listening to Rebi's words. Especially if this is how Miles was gonna play it.
"Come on, get up Cody! You can't stay down like that! Walk it off!" Jerry hollered, pulling on the rope. Cody grimaced and slowly pushed up, but felt slower and not as fluid as he did earlier. Cody tried to get into the swing of things again, moving his body, shaking his legs and shimmying his arms. Miles seemed to of let Cody feel up to it again before doing anything.
Once Cody felt closer to normal, he swung a quick snap straight to Miles' face, catching the cocky jock off guard. As Miles' head swung back, Cody took the opportunity to send a low uppercut between Miles' legs, hoping he used the opportunity he had in front of him well.
Miles was caught off guard by not only the quick straight punch to his face, but also by the uppercut that he felt attack his wide open, dangling package. Wearing only a light pair of light blue track pants which hugged his strong body tightly over his flimsy pair of underwear, he had very little protecting his average sized dick and above average sized testicles. As Cody's uppercut flattened his proud manhood, Miles instantly realized and instinctually doubled over. Before the pain could settle in, or Miles could react further, Cody uppercutted Miles once again, this time, striking Miles' bent over face. Miles face shot straight up, and Cody realized he had him reeling. Cody didn't lose the opportunity, swinging back in with two strong punches to Miles' stomach, connecting between Miles' arms that were down by his crotch. The pain from the low uppercut started to settle in by now, and those 2 punches to his stomach didn't help null the pain in the slightest. Miles doubled over, with a sick face, his legs crossed as he began to fall to the floor, but not before Cody got one last powerful right in, smacking the side of Miles' head before he fell to the floor.
"OH SHIT! YOU DROPPED HIM SON!" Jerry cheered with a surprised, but grateful smile on his face. Rebi had a smile on too, seeing that Cody took her advice.
Cody looked down at Miles as he lied, curled on the floor, groaning into the mat. He had a glove sitting over his crotch, and the other over that glove, on his stomach.
"Fuck... that was loooww..." Miles moaned out, shifting on the mat. He didn't expect to get leveled that like, and he was paying the price for it. The pain has him stuck on the floor, not wanting to move. Miles didn't expect Cody to have such a powerful uppercut.
"That's payback... asshole." Cody spat, stepping back, leaning into the corner. Miles looked up after he heard Cody's response. Miles rolled over onto his stomach, and slowly pushed himself up.
Now on his knees, but still feeling ill effects from Cody's unexpected onslaught. He breathed out and said aloud
"Alright... I feel you, I feel you."
Miles pushed up, able to put a leg beneath him now. Miles handsome face grimaced as he pulled his hand to his crotch once again. He rubbed his glove around his aching balls, which didn't help much. Soon, he found the power to stand up. He strutted around, shaking each leg as they left the ground, trying to move on from the pain. Miles frown turned into a smile as the pain was now more manageable, and he smacked his gloves together. He walked up towards Cody, and Cody moved out of the corner, putting up his fists in position.
"That's how this is gonna be, huh. Remember, this is on you kid." Miles said, just as confidently as ever. Acting like he already forgot how Cody dropped him a few moments ago.
"On me? You started this, douchebag."
Miles laughed, then got into position. He wasn't planning on messing around with Cody anymore.
The two boys circled each other. Miles, shirtless with his light blue Nike track pants swaying with him, a bit of bulge swinging with his movements. Cody, also shirtless, with a pair of tight jeans with some leeway, moving with each of his movements. Neither were in the mood to play anymore.
Miles swung first, hitting Cody in the stomach with a left, then following with a high swing from his right. Cody blocked the second strike with his left, then sent a quick jab with his right, catching Miles in the face. Miles' head snapped back, and took a step back. Cody didn't let him get away though, keeping up the pressure. Cody followed Miles, and threw another high jab, but Miles ducked underneath and gave Cody some of, what he felt, was some well deserved payback. Miles threw his dominant fist low, smashing into Cody's balls with fierce righteousness. Cody felt Miles' fist push up, and slam into his crotch, lifting and squashing his dick and balls under the pressure. Cody instantly doubled up, pulled his legs and arms in, and tried to back away, realizing that he shouldn't of left himself such an easy target, especially after what Miles said. Miles didn't let Cody back away though.
Miles jumped in, swung at Cody with two quick jabs to the side of his head, then an uppercut to the chin to swing him upwards. As his face tilted up, Cody spit out without any thought and couldn't realize that he has no idea what's going on anymore. Miles quickly followed this with a powerful straight to his stomach, which aggravated Cody's innards even more, as the low blow was beginning to settle in. Cody's hands were still over his crotch, as he was breathlessly stumbled back, but trying his best to stay standing. He was visibly sweating, his stomach was growing more red, and he was feeling queasy. Miles danced around Cody, watching the slender hearttrhob as he struggled to stay upright.
Miles threw a quick jab to Cody's head, as it was wide open. Cody's head bobbed back, but he didn't move his hands from hovering over his crotch and stomach. Miles took this as an invitation to keep up the pressure, and sent a high jab once again. Then another, then Cody lifted a hand to his head to try to cover. Now, Miles sent a strong uppercut to Cody's abs once again, winding Cody as he let out a loud OOOF, as his eyes bugged out. Cody doubled over, and Miles followed with an uppercut to his face, lifting Cody's body up from his slouched spot.
Miles could see that Cody was out of it, and was bound to fall any moment now. Miles decided to add extra insult to Cody's injury, by sending an unsteady, dragging left to Cody's head, pulling both of them down. Then, knowing he only had one more punch left before Cody fell to the floor, he reared his right fist back, and let it rip through the air, aiming low, at Cody's now once again unprotected testicles. This uppercut was loud, hitting the pouch in his jeans with a banging THUD, and lifting Cody's feet off the floor. Cody let out an breathless scream as he felt his throbbing testicles get attacked once again, this time, exploding within him like a grenade that sent shrapnel all over his tortured frame.
Cody fell face first on the floor, eyes watering and mouth wide as he felt sick to his stomach. Cody in took sharply, his heavy hands by his swelling nuts, under his beginning to bruise abs. Cody heaved on the floor, pulled a leg in, then began to roll and writhe as he whined, incapable of handling the onslaught Miles just threw at him. Cody cried out, then instantly tightened up and moaned into his closed mouth. Scared to open it again as he felt he might vomit if he does.
"Easy!" Miles announced as he backed up and banged his gloves together. He watched Cody with his face on the floor, hands pulled underneath and his legs spread, one leg pulled higher than the other. Cody's jeans were riding up on him, hugging his ass and legs. One could see the hole in his jeans, if they were positioned behind his vulnerable and tortured prone frame.
"Alright Cody, he got the better of you that time. Re-group, and take him down again!" Jerry said from the sidelines. He wanted to see Cody prove himself. He got Miles before, but he wanted to make sure that wasn't just a fluke.
Cody moaned and flopped on the floor. He rolled onto his back, pulling his knees up and his face scrunched inside the blue protective head gear that's the only thing that's stopped him from having matching bruises on his abs and face. He then rolled onto his side, and curled up, and then coughing out, pulling a gloved hand from his crotch to his stomach.
"Your son is a better boxer than a fighter it looks like." Brocker said, scratching his cheek. "No shame in loosing to Miles, he's been doing this longer than-"
"No, I'm not gonna let him off that easily! He needs to learn to push himself and fight through tough shit. Come ON CODY! GET UP!" Jerry commanded, slapping the apron.
"My balls... he punched me in my balls..." Cody whined from the side, shifting in uncomfortable pain. Everyone could tell that he was nursing his balls by this point.
"No shit son! You're the one who wanted to fight like that, now you gotta deal with it!" Jerry unfairly stated. Cody groaned and hit the floor in anger as he spit through his teeth.
Cody wanted to tell his father that he didn't start this, that he didn't want to fight like this, but he knew it would just be wasted. He'd be told to stop crying like a bitch, or that Miles claimed that it was an accident. Cody just hit the floor again, and tried to push himself up, knowing that his dad wouldn't get off his case if he didn't. He also knows that he really wanted to hit Miles until his arms grew tired.
Cody got to his knees, then caught his breath, looking down and trying not to let anything go. He wheezed, then struggled to his feet, one glove over the lower section of his abs, trying to curb the throbbing pain he was doing his best to push through. His prominent hazel eyes were still watery, his slim body felt weak and his grade A eggs were stinging him with a numb, dull sickening, almost body wide pain. Cody looked down, doubled over, and wished there was an easy way to deal with nut pain. It never gets any easier to deal with, and it still hurts an unbearable amount, no matter what. He finds it ridiculous, frustrating and hopeless. There's nothing he can do about it, but just accept that his balls are giving him an extreme amount of pain and hope he can give this feeling to Miles before he experiences it again.
Cody slowly straightened himself up threw his fists around, and moved his legs about slowly. He walked with a slight limp, and couldn't help but leave a hand by his balls. Both for comfort and protection. Cody was not planning on moving that glove away from his crotch if he could help it.
Moving slower, and with more pain, Miles could see that Cody was but a wounded puppy, and he, the stalking tiger. Miles moved around with confidence, adopting a more care-free stance as he held a smile that was aimed at the grimacing Cody. Cody slowly circled Miles, a glove still by his crotch, and the other by his chin.
"Moving a bit slow there, kid." Miles said with tongue in cheek.
"Stop calling me kid." Cody spat in return.
Miles laughed before he continued. "Why? Don't like being reminded of what you're not gonna have?" Miles retorted, laughing again after he finished. Cody grimaced then tried to throw a quick punch to catch Miles off guard. But it was slow, and Miles blocked it easily.
"Come on, that was a good one!" Miles cheerfully continued, but took a more defensive stance. He had a glove low, next to his crotch, just to be safe.
"It was low, asshole."
"Dude, you're the who wanted to fight like this-"
"I did not!" Cody said, sending two more punches, these a bit quicker, one low and one high, but both blocked. "You're hit me in the balls first!"
"I told you, they were an accident! Plus-" Miles said, before he cut himself off with a quick, but powerful, low punch to Cody's stomach. Cody grunted out, feeling his knees wiggle, then fell to a knee with his face looking down. Out of breath, Cody tried to recuperate.
"I... you... grabbed my balls... earlier... and sacked me!"
"Oh, those were in good fun! Don't tell me you took that tap personally?" Miles said, tilting his head as he didn't think anything of that tap.
Cody grunted out as he tensed his weakening body. His stomach was feeling very tender and his balls were still radiating a much too discomforting ache, and his head felt woozy. He knew he didn't have much left in him, but he'd be damned if he didn't give Miles everything he had in his tank.
Cody pushed up, made some primal noises as he seemed to try and hype himself up and danced a fist around, while keeping his left hand down by his balls. He wanted to give Miles everything but an opportunity to get him in the balls again.
Miles laughed and nodded his head. "Guess I did, huh?"
Cody didn't respond, but instead circled Miles, waiting for his moment.Miles didn't want him to wait too long, and threw a quick straight to Cody's lower chest. Cody felt the punch push him back, and lose his breath for a moment. Cody pulled back a bit, and compacted. Miles didn't let up, and followed that with an equally strong strike to Cody's tenderized abs, doubling Cody over even further. Cody fell to both knees and had trouble breathing as Miles laughed once again.
"Rebi, how much more do you think he's got in him?" Miles asked, turning his head to his sister. Rebi smirked and shrugged.
"I don't know, but he looks pretty sore to me. Must've gotten his balls pretty good."
"Yeah I did. Feel pretty bad, but that's how the kid wanted it."
"Stop... calling... me kid!" Cody grunted from the floor, looking up weakly.
"Yeah Miles..." Rebi said in a teasing tone. "Don't call him kid! Kid's don't hurt that much when you punch them in the balls anyways, haha!"
"Oh, you must not remember when we were kids! You-"
"Focus on the fight!" Brocker spoke up.
"What fight? He's done, dad."
"CODY! GET UP!" Jerry yelled out. Cody slowly pushed up, and got to his feet, but still doubled over. Standing up straight hurt, but Cody managed it. He held a fist over his crotch, another over his midsection, not wanting to take more body shots. Miles smiled and danced around, lackadaisically, as he wanted to toy with Cody.
"You're-" Miles started, before throwing a quick jab at Cody's face.
"Leaving yourself-" Miles did it again.
"Open!" Miles jabbed Cody's face again, this time getting an uproar out of Cody as he threw a weak series of strikes, aimed wildly and angrily, none of which connected very much at all. Miles danced around as he watched Cody breath harshly, his stomach beat red, and abs somewhat bruised. Each breath he took seemed to take something more out of him. Cody moved a hand higher to his head, but still had one low.
"Come on! That's the best you got, kid?" Miles said, leaning his head forward in a taunt that crawled under Cody's tender skin. Cody grimaced, but still out of breath, and stood as best he could, trying to recuperate.
"What? No 'Don't call me a kid!'" Miles said, mocking Cody with a whiny mimic. Cody looked at him with disgust, but said nothing.
"Ha! Like I said, you're never gonna put up a fight. People like me are always gonna walk over people like you, because-"
Miles was going to continue, but Cody had enough. With everything he could muster, Cody screamed out threw himself at Miles and threw a series of anger laced strikes, aimed at everywhere from his face to his stomach. Miles was caught off guard, but managed to move back and keep his hands protecting himself as Cody continued to pile on him, howling the entire time, but growing weaker and weaker the longer he threw strikes, dwindling down to weak, lost strikes that wouldn't of hurt a fly. Cody swung around on his feet like a leaning, weak twigged tree in the wind, breathing heavily as he felt himself empty. Miles realized that was it from Cody and wanted to end this so he could go somewhere else.
Miles reared back his dominant right hand, and threw everything into a powerful haymaker that burst through the air and swung Cody's body around as it connected with the protective head gear that saved him from getting a concussion. Cody fell face first on the floor, his legs flailing as his body twisted, and he fell down and was as out as as a slugger hitting a ground ball to the second baseman.
When he settled on the floor, his legs were pointing at the three spectators, and all were reminded one last time of the rip in Cody's jeans, showing everyone his yellow underwear. Jerry sighed, Brocker looked away and Rebi smiled at the view. She liked the small mountainous range that was made from the bulge of Cody's ass, and liked knowing that under those jeans was a pair of yellow underwear, and inside that, a huge set of very likely swollen testicles and nice, juicy cock.
"Well... I think he's out." Brocker said.
Jerry sighed out again, rubbing the bridge of his nose."Yeah... alright." Jerry turned to Brocker and put on a tired smile. "Thanks for coming out here Brocker."
"No problem Jerry. I've been meaning to catch up anyways. Speaking of which, wanna get some food with the 3 of us?"
"Uh... raincheck on that?" Jerry asked. Brocker laughed and assured Jerry he could.
"Oh, and thanks Miles. I know Cody's not the best at this, and I appreciate you helping. I think he definitely learned something today." Jerry said as Miles rolled out of the ring and unstrapped his gloves.
"Oh, my pleasure, Jerry! Always glad to get some practice in. Plus, was pretty fun! If you need more help, let me know! I can go easier on him next time, but I thought it would be good to push him a bit, you know?" Miles replied with a smile.
"Nah, this was fine. He needs to know that I'm not the only one that's gonna push him." Jerry said, turning back to Cody. Cody was still on his stomach, but seemed to of shifted a bit. They all heard a moan, but continued to walk away. Brocker and Jerry continued on out as Miles and
Miles turned back to Cody, then undid his gloves. After he took them off, he rolled back in the ring and walked up to Cody as he lied on the floor, moaning and trying to melt into the floor.
"Wait, this is your mouth guard? This has been in your mouth?" Cody asked, now dangling the mouth guard.
"It gets cleaned after each use, don't worry." Miles said with a smile Cody found somewhat comforting.
Miles held his smile, waiting for Cody to proceed. Cody smiled, then put the mouth guard in. Miles felt relieved and held back a laugh as he continued. "That won't be the last time you put something of mine in your mouth though, haha!" Miles aggressively jested, pushing Cody's shoulder. Cody groaned and took the mouth guard out of his mouth and throwing it at Miles.
"Woah, come on bro. It's just a joke!" Miles said with a laugh.
"Fuck off man, Jesus." Cody muttered.
"You need to lighten up! Maybe that's why your dad wants me to help you!" Miles said putting the mouth guard in.
"I don't need to lighten up! You're just a dickhead dude..." Cody said in an annoyed tone.
"I'm a dickhead? Nah, man... here!" Miles said, quickly smacking his backhand into Cody's plump bulge. Cody grunted out and pulled back, cupping his crotch and looking up with a roll of his eyes. He moaned then fell to a knee, growing sick as he settled into the reality of Miles' backhand.
"There's your dickhead, haha!" Miles laughed out, rubbing his stomach as he laughed at his hilarious display. He found himself so clever, and a hell of a bro.
Cody groaned, breathing slowly as he couldn't move much due to the throbbing pain Miles just forced upon him. It was a sharp sting at first, but morphed into a dull cramping pain that Cody found unwarranted and very unwelcomed. He remembered what Rebi told him not too long ago, telling Cody that he should maybe fight dirty. Cody felt Miles would have it coming, if he decided to do so. He grit his teeth as he looked up at Miles, who was smiling as he began to put on a boxing glove.
"Cody, what the fuck are you doing! Come on, put the gloves on. Miles, you'll show him how to, right?" Jerry said, not too far behind Cody.
"Yeah, of course! Always glad to lend a hand." Miles responded, still smiling like his world is perfect, as he pulled the glove off and put it next to the bag.
Cody grunted as he pushed himself up, a hand on his thigh and the other cupping his nuts. He looked behind him, seeing his father nodding at Miles, then turning to Brocker. He also saw Rebi smiling at him, leaning against the apron. She looked at Cody like she knew all his dirty little secrets. It made Cody feel bare, and felt his spine tingle. Then he grunted in pain, before he stood up straight. He breathed out and tried to prepare himself. He didn't plan on letting Miles have such an easy time in boxing.
Cody was geared up with a head guard that he felt was way too tight, and heavy gloves that he refused to believe were his size. Cody was not in his element, standing bare chested, with a blue protective headgear and heavy boxing gloves, looking across from a meat head who could bench press twice his weight. Cody looked about as uncomfortable as a kid in line at a grocery store as he held whatever position he could manage in the ring. Cody wasn't sure how he was expected to throw his fists when the gloves felt like they were 30 pounds each. But, he wasn't about to complain. Not anymore. He stared across from the bouncing jock, with a grimace that Miles could just make out under the protective head gear. Miles couldn't help but smirk as he realized how much impact he had on Cody.
He walked forward, and outstretched his bulkier arm in an offer of comradery. Cody looked at it, but knew it was full of shit. Or, at the least, felt Miles himself was full of shit.
"Cody... come on, don't be a shithead and show your opponent some respect! That's how we men do it!" Jerry said, as he realized Cody was uninterested in acknowledging Miles' outward display.
"Nah, it's okay Mr. Brennen. It's aaaallll goooood." Miles cooly returned. Cody could see that shit stain smirk on his face. Cody grunted and pulled his fists up to his face and tried to mimic those boxing stances he's seen in TV and movies. He kept his fists moving, finding it easier to swing them the more he moves his hands.
"Stay low and don't let him control you! Let's see what you got, son!" Jerry cheered, as the spar began.
Cody had Rebi's words in mind. But he wasn't sure when or how to use that information. It did remind Cody to keep a fist lower, just to be safe. He was still wearing the same pair of ripped jeans he was sporting earlier. As Cody moved in them, the more they seemed to stretch. Plus, the rip in his seams felt like they gave him more room, which ended up working in his favor.
Cody moved in, watching Miles' hands jogging with his hazel eyes, waiting for something to react to. Miles waited for a few moments, then gave it to Cody. He jabbed a right fist into Cody's open side, which caused Cody to bend around it and grimace. Cody nodded, but didn't shift his stance, instead simply accepting that he has an opening. Miles took advantage by giving Cody the same right, but then followed it up with a left to his stomach. Cody grunted out and pulled back, grimacing as he tried to regain his breath. Miles didn't let Cody catch himself, and instantly flurried in with the same right, a left hook to Cody's jaw, a uppercut to Cody's firm gut, then two quick straights to Cody's face. Thankfully, the protective head gear absorbed much of the impact to his face. But Cody's body took the full force of Miles' body strikes.
Still dazed from the head strikes, but reeling and sore from the the others, Cody stumbled to his knees. He felt a bit weak from the body shots, but began to shake it off after a couple moments.
When Cody got back to his feet, Miles spoke up.
"If it weren't for that head gear, you would of already had something of mine in your mouth again, haha!"
Cody grimaced and readied back up, not wanting to hear anything else from Miles. He breathed out harshly, then pushed through and tried to catch Miles off guard with a flurry of his own. But Miles either blocked or dodged each of Cody's punches, and ended the interaction with a strong retaliation, in the form of a right uppercut to the stomach, which winded Cody. Miles danced in place and shook his right fist with pride. Cody looked up at Miles as he held his arms over his assaulted midsection. Cody didn't feel he was doing any better at this.
"Come on! I thought you were gonna put up more of a fight here... I guess I shouldn't of expected that from a guy like you..." Miles shrugged.
"A... guy like me?" Cody said, almost out of breath. Miles looked to of laughed as he realized how winded Cody already was.
"Yeah... a push over pretty boy who never put up a fight in his life." Miles responded without much thought. Cody found Miles nonchalant words to be wildly invigorating. He began to focus on Miles and really think about how he could shut him up.
"Come on, Cody! Watch for his openings and strike!" Jerry cheered, trying to give his failing son some words to hopefully help.
Cody walked around, watching how Miles' hands and eyes moved. Cody feigned a right jab, aimed high, then a left low, seeing how he Miles reacted. Cody nodded, realizing that Miles seemed a bit slow on the low block. He still didn't forget Rebi's words from earlier. Cody looked at Miles, how he towered over him and how much of a douche he comes off as. Normally, Cody wouldn't consider following through on those sorts of recommendations, no matter who he's up against. But this situation is different, he told himself.
But after a moment of consideration, Cody decided against it. He didn't think he had to pull out the low blow so soon. He has to prove himself, first.
Cody feigned a quick left hook, then quickly pushed out a low right to Miles' abs. Miles didn't seem effected, but did take a step back. Cody didn't let Miles off that easy, and quickly jumped in, throwing a quick left hook to Miles' face, this time following through, and then two quick punches to his stomach. Miles barely moved his hands in for the last punch, but was able to block some of it. Cody still kept the pressure on, and threw a strong straight fist at Miles' face.
Miles just barely ducked the unexpectedly aggressive straight. Miles felt rushed to retaliate, and sent a flurry of low punches to Cody's open abdomen. The first two struck Cody's lower abdomen, both packing some heat. But Miles' final fist, a straight, was rushed out and was thrown without much accuracy. This fist traveled lower, and Cody pulled back after the second strike. Miles pushed through on this strike, wanting to make sure he hit Cody, and managed to strike right above the bottom of Cody's pouch in his jeans. Feeling his delicate manhood get squashed by a powerful strike from someone much stronger than he is, Cody instantly yelped out and backed up. His neck lifted up, and his body slowly dipped to the floor as he felt his body rack him with a pain he uncomfortably understood too well.
"Shit, that was a low blow! Haha!" Miles laughed out, realizing where his strike ended up.
"You motherfucker!" Cody yelled out on his knees, a boxing glove over his crotch. He rubbed the glove against his jeans, hoping it would be somewhat comforting.
"It was an accident, honest!" Miles could barely get out through laughter. That made Cody feel like it wasn't an accident. On his knees and radiating in the pain that comes from a low blow, Cody decided he shouldn't shy away from listening to Rebi's words. Especially if this is how Miles was gonna play it.
"Come on, get up Cody! You can't stay down like that! Walk it off!" Jerry hollered, pulling on the rope. Cody grimaced and slowly pushed up, but felt slower and not as fluid as he did earlier. Cody tried to get into the swing of things again, moving his body, shaking his legs and shimmying his arms. Miles seemed to of let Cody feel up to it again before doing anything.
Once Cody felt closer to normal, he swung a quick snap straight to Miles' face, catching the cocky jock off guard. As Miles' head swung back, Cody took the opportunity to send a low uppercut between Miles' legs, hoping he used the opportunity he had in front of him well.
Miles was caught off guard by not only the quick straight punch to his face, but also by the uppercut that he felt attack his wide open, dangling package. Wearing only a light pair of light blue track pants which hugged his strong body tightly over his flimsy pair of underwear, he had very little protecting his average sized dick and above average sized testicles. As Cody's uppercut flattened his proud manhood, Miles instantly realized and instinctually doubled over. Before the pain could settle in, or Miles could react further, Cody uppercutted Miles once again, this time, striking Miles' bent over face. Miles face shot straight up, and Cody realized he had him reeling. Cody didn't lose the opportunity, swinging back in with two strong punches to Miles' stomach, connecting between Miles' arms that were down by his crotch. The pain from the low uppercut started to settle in by now, and those 2 punches to his stomach didn't help null the pain in the slightest. Miles doubled over, with a sick face, his legs crossed as he began to fall to the floor, but not before Cody got one last powerful right in, smacking the side of Miles' head before he fell to the floor.
"OH SHIT! YOU DROPPED HIM SON!" Jerry cheered with a surprised, but grateful smile on his face. Rebi had a smile on too, seeing that Cody took her advice.
Cody looked down at Miles as he lied, curled on the floor, groaning into the mat. He had a glove sitting over his crotch, and the other over that glove, on his stomach.
"Fuck... that was loooww..." Miles moaned out, shifting on the mat. He didn't expect to get leveled that like, and he was paying the price for it. The pain has him stuck on the floor, not wanting to move. Miles didn't expect Cody to have such a powerful uppercut.
"That's payback... asshole." Cody spat, stepping back, leaning into the corner. Miles looked up after he heard Cody's response. Miles rolled over onto his stomach, and slowly pushed himself up.
Now on his knees, but still feeling ill effects from Cody's unexpected onslaught. He breathed out and said aloud
"Alright... I feel you, I feel you."
Miles pushed up, able to put a leg beneath him now. Miles handsome face grimaced as he pulled his hand to his crotch once again. He rubbed his glove around his aching balls, which didn't help much. Soon, he found the power to stand up. He strutted around, shaking each leg as they left the ground, trying to move on from the pain. Miles frown turned into a smile as the pain was now more manageable, and he smacked his gloves together. He walked up towards Cody, and Cody moved out of the corner, putting up his fists in position.
"That's how this is gonna be, huh. Remember, this is on you kid." Miles said, just as confidently as ever. Acting like he already forgot how Cody dropped him a few moments ago.
"On me? You started this, douchebag."
Miles laughed, then got into position. He wasn't planning on messing around with Cody anymore.
The two boys circled each other. Miles, shirtless with his light blue Nike track pants swaying with him, a bit of bulge swinging with his movements. Cody, also shirtless, with a pair of tight jeans with some leeway, moving with each of his movements. Neither were in the mood to play anymore.
Miles swung first, hitting Cody in the stomach with a left, then following with a high swing from his right. Cody blocked the second strike with his left, then sent a quick jab with his right, catching Miles in the face. Miles' head snapped back, and took a step back. Cody didn't let him get away though, keeping up the pressure. Cody followed Miles, and threw another high jab, but Miles ducked underneath and gave Cody some of, what he felt, was some well deserved payback. Miles threw his dominant fist low, smashing into Cody's balls with fierce righteousness. Cody felt Miles' fist push up, and slam into his crotch, lifting and squashing his dick and balls under the pressure. Cody instantly doubled up, pulled his legs and arms in, and tried to back away, realizing that he shouldn't of left himself such an easy target, especially after what Miles said. Miles didn't let Cody back away though.
Miles jumped in, swung at Cody with two quick jabs to the side of his head, then an uppercut to the chin to swing him upwards. As his face tilted up, Cody spit out without any thought and couldn't realize that he has no idea what's going on anymore. Miles quickly followed this with a powerful straight to his stomach, which aggravated Cody's innards even more, as the low blow was beginning to settle in. Cody's hands were still over his crotch, as he was breathlessly stumbled back, but trying his best to stay standing. He was visibly sweating, his stomach was growing more red, and he was feeling queasy. Miles danced around Cody, watching the slender hearttrhob as he struggled to stay upright.
Miles threw a quick jab to Cody's head, as it was wide open. Cody's head bobbed back, but he didn't move his hands from hovering over his crotch and stomach. Miles took this as an invitation to keep up the pressure, and sent a high jab once again. Then another, then Cody lifted a hand to his head to try to cover. Now, Miles sent a strong uppercut to Cody's abs once again, winding Cody as he let out a loud OOOF, as his eyes bugged out. Cody doubled over, and Miles followed with an uppercut to his face, lifting Cody's body up from his slouched spot.
Miles could see that Cody was out of it, and was bound to fall any moment now. Miles decided to add extra insult to Cody's injury, by sending an unsteady, dragging left to Cody's head, pulling both of them down. Then, knowing he only had one more punch left before Cody fell to the floor, he reared his right fist back, and let it rip through the air, aiming low, at Cody's now once again unprotected testicles. This uppercut was loud, hitting the pouch in his jeans with a banging THUD, and lifting Cody's feet off the floor. Cody let out an breathless scream as he felt his throbbing testicles get attacked once again, this time, exploding within him like a grenade that sent shrapnel all over his tortured frame.
Cody fell face first on the floor, eyes watering and mouth wide as he felt sick to his stomach. Cody in took sharply, his heavy hands by his swelling nuts, under his beginning to bruise abs. Cody heaved on the floor, pulled a leg in, then began to roll and writhe as he whined, incapable of handling the onslaught Miles just threw at him. Cody cried out, then instantly tightened up and moaned into his closed mouth. Scared to open it again as he felt he might vomit if he does.
"Easy!" Miles announced as he backed up and banged his gloves together. He watched Cody with his face on the floor, hands pulled underneath and his legs spread, one leg pulled higher than the other. Cody's jeans were riding up on him, hugging his ass and legs. One could see the hole in his jeans, if they were positioned behind his vulnerable and tortured prone frame.
"Alright Cody, he got the better of you that time. Re-group, and take him down again!" Jerry said from the sidelines. He wanted to see Cody prove himself. He got Miles before, but he wanted to make sure that wasn't just a fluke.
Cody moaned and flopped on the floor. He rolled onto his back, pulling his knees up and his face scrunched inside the blue protective head gear that's the only thing that's stopped him from having matching bruises on his abs and face. He then rolled onto his side, and curled up, and then coughing out, pulling a gloved hand from his crotch to his stomach.
"Your son is a better boxer than a fighter it looks like." Brocker said, scratching his cheek. "No shame in loosing to Miles, he's been doing this longer than-"
"No, I'm not gonna let him off that easily! He needs to learn to push himself and fight through tough shit. Come ON CODY! GET UP!" Jerry commanded, slapping the apron.
"My balls... he punched me in my balls..." Cody whined from the side, shifting in uncomfortable pain. Everyone could tell that he was nursing his balls by this point.
"No shit son! You're the one who wanted to fight like that, now you gotta deal with it!" Jerry unfairly stated. Cody groaned and hit the floor in anger as he spit through his teeth.
Cody wanted to tell his father that he didn't start this, that he didn't want to fight like this, but he knew it would just be wasted. He'd be told to stop crying like a bitch, or that Miles claimed that it was an accident. Cody just hit the floor again, and tried to push himself up, knowing that his dad wouldn't get off his case if he didn't. He also knows that he really wanted to hit Miles until his arms grew tired.
Cody got to his knees, then caught his breath, looking down and trying not to let anything go. He wheezed, then struggled to his feet, one glove over the lower section of his abs, trying to curb the throbbing pain he was doing his best to push through. His prominent hazel eyes were still watery, his slim body felt weak and his grade A eggs were stinging him with a numb, dull sickening, almost body wide pain. Cody looked down, doubled over, and wished there was an easy way to deal with nut pain. It never gets any easier to deal with, and it still hurts an unbearable amount, no matter what. He finds it ridiculous, frustrating and hopeless. There's nothing he can do about it, but just accept that his balls are giving him an extreme amount of pain and hope he can give this feeling to Miles before he experiences it again.
Cody slowly straightened himself up threw his fists around, and moved his legs about slowly. He walked with a slight limp, and couldn't help but leave a hand by his balls. Both for comfort and protection. Cody was not planning on moving that glove away from his crotch if he could help it.
Moving slower, and with more pain, Miles could see that Cody was but a wounded puppy, and he, the stalking tiger. Miles moved around with confidence, adopting a more care-free stance as he held a smile that was aimed at the grimacing Cody. Cody slowly circled Miles, a glove still by his crotch, and the other by his chin.
"Moving a bit slow there, kid." Miles said with tongue in cheek.
"Stop calling me kid." Cody spat in return.
Miles laughed before he continued. "Why? Don't like being reminded of what you're not gonna have?" Miles retorted, laughing again after he finished. Cody grimaced then tried to throw a quick punch to catch Miles off guard. But it was slow, and Miles blocked it easily.
"Come on, that was a good one!" Miles cheerfully continued, but took a more defensive stance. He had a glove low, next to his crotch, just to be safe.
"It was low, asshole."
"Dude, you're the who wanted to fight like this-"
"I did not!" Cody said, sending two more punches, these a bit quicker, one low and one high, but both blocked. "You're hit me in the balls first!"
"I told you, they were an accident! Plus-" Miles said, before he cut himself off with a quick, but powerful, low punch to Cody's stomach. Cody grunted out, feeling his knees wiggle, then fell to a knee with his face looking down. Out of breath, Cody tried to recuperate.
"I... you... grabbed my balls... earlier... and sacked me!"
"Oh, those were in good fun! Don't tell me you took that tap personally?" Miles said, tilting his head as he didn't think anything of that tap.
Cody grunted out as he tensed his weakening body. His stomach was feeling very tender and his balls were still radiating a much too discomforting ache, and his head felt woozy. He knew he didn't have much left in him, but he'd be damned if he didn't give Miles everything he had in his tank.
Cody pushed up, made some primal noises as he seemed to try and hype himself up and danced a fist around, while keeping his left hand down by his balls. He wanted to give Miles everything but an opportunity to get him in the balls again.
Miles laughed and nodded his head. "Guess I did, huh?"
Cody didn't respond, but instead circled Miles, waiting for his moment.Miles didn't want him to wait too long, and threw a quick straight to Cody's lower chest. Cody felt the punch push him back, and lose his breath for a moment. Cody pulled back a bit, and compacted. Miles didn't let up, and followed that with an equally strong strike to Cody's tenderized abs, doubling Cody over even further. Cody fell to both knees and had trouble breathing as Miles laughed once again.
"Rebi, how much more do you think he's got in him?" Miles asked, turning his head to his sister. Rebi smirked and shrugged.
"I don't know, but he looks pretty sore to me. Must've gotten his balls pretty good."
"Yeah I did. Feel pretty bad, but that's how the kid wanted it."
"Stop... calling... me kid!" Cody grunted from the floor, looking up weakly.
"Yeah Miles..." Rebi said in a teasing tone. "Don't call him kid! Kid's don't hurt that much when you punch them in the balls anyways, haha!"
"Oh, you must not remember when we were kids! You-"
"Focus on the fight!" Brocker spoke up.
"What fight? He's done, dad."
"CODY! GET UP!" Jerry yelled out. Cody slowly pushed up, and got to his feet, but still doubled over. Standing up straight hurt, but Cody managed it. He held a fist over his crotch, another over his midsection, not wanting to take more body shots. Miles smiled and danced around, lackadaisically, as he wanted to toy with Cody.
"You're-" Miles started, before throwing a quick jab at Cody's face.
"Leaving yourself-" Miles did it again.
"Open!" Miles jabbed Cody's face again, this time getting an uproar out of Cody as he threw a weak series of strikes, aimed wildly and angrily, none of which connected very much at all. Miles danced around as he watched Cody breath harshly, his stomach beat red, and abs somewhat bruised. Each breath he took seemed to take something more out of him. Cody moved a hand higher to his head, but still had one low.
"Come on! That's the best you got, kid?" Miles said, leaning his head forward in a taunt that crawled under Cody's tender skin. Cody grimaced, but still out of breath, and stood as best he could, trying to recuperate.
"What? No 'Don't call me a kid!'" Miles said, mocking Cody with a whiny mimic. Cody looked at him with disgust, but said nothing.
"Ha! Like I said, you're never gonna put up a fight. People like me are always gonna walk over people like you, because-"
Miles was going to continue, but Cody had enough. With everything he could muster, Cody screamed out threw himself at Miles and threw a series of anger laced strikes, aimed at everywhere from his face to his stomach. Miles was caught off guard, but managed to move back and keep his hands protecting himself as Cody continued to pile on him, howling the entire time, but growing weaker and weaker the longer he threw strikes, dwindling down to weak, lost strikes that wouldn't of hurt a fly. Cody swung around on his feet like a leaning, weak twigged tree in the wind, breathing heavily as he felt himself empty. Miles realized that was it from Cody and wanted to end this so he could go somewhere else.
Miles reared back his dominant right hand, and threw everything into a powerful haymaker that burst through the air and swung Cody's body around as it connected with the protective head gear that saved him from getting a concussion. Cody fell face first on the floor, his legs flailing as his body twisted, and he fell down and was as out as as a slugger hitting a ground ball to the second baseman.
When he settled on the floor, his legs were pointing at the three spectators, and all were reminded one last time of the rip in Cody's jeans, showing everyone his yellow underwear. Jerry sighed, Brocker looked away and Rebi smiled at the view. She liked the small mountainous range that was made from the bulge of Cody's ass, and liked knowing that under those jeans was a pair of yellow underwear, and inside that, a huge set of very likely swollen testicles and nice, juicy cock.
"Well... I think he's out." Brocker said.
Jerry sighed out again, rubbing the bridge of his nose."Yeah... alright." Jerry turned to Brocker and put on a tired smile. "Thanks for coming out here Brocker."
"No problem Jerry. I've been meaning to catch up anyways. Speaking of which, wanna get some food with the 3 of us?"
"Uh... raincheck on that?" Jerry asked. Brocker laughed and assured Jerry he could.
"Oh, and thanks Miles. I know Cody's not the best at this, and I appreciate you helping. I think he definitely learned something today." Jerry said as Miles rolled out of the ring and unstrapped his gloves.
"Oh, my pleasure, Jerry! Always glad to get some practice in. Plus, was pretty fun! If you need more help, let me know! I can go easier on him next time, but I thought it would be good to push him a bit, you know?" Miles replied with a smile.
"Nah, this was fine. He needs to know that I'm not the only one that's gonna push him." Jerry said, turning back to Cody. Cody was still on his stomach, but seemed to of shifted a bit. They all heard a moan, but continued to walk away. Brocker and Jerry continued on out as Miles and
Miles turned back to Cody, then undid his gloves. After he took them off, he rolled back in the ring and walked up to Cody as he lied on the floor, moaning and trying to melt into the floor.
He put his hand on Cody's shoulders and sighed. "You did good, man. And by the way."
Miles swung his hand out and slammed it hard between Cody's legs, shoving his fingers into Cody's ripped jeans and pressing them hard against Cody's large, sore testicles. Cody whimpered and closed his legs, pulling his hands with a whine.
"If you want some pointers later, just let me know. I'd be willing to lend you a cup too to protect these boys."
Miles emphasized as he dug his fingers into Cody's opening and pressed hard against his vulnerable balls. Cody whined, feeling his orbs getting crushed against his body, but too weak to say or do much. His eyes were watering and Rebi sighed.
"Miles, stop torturing him. Unless you want me to do the same to you later."
"Oh, don't tempt me with a good time sister!" Miles joked, jerking his hand up and pulling Cody up by his jeans and balls, getting the boy to cry out. The rip in his jean grew a little in size and volume, and Cody kicked the floor weakly as he opened his mouth in pain.
"Miles!" Rebi said annoyed.
"Stopstopstop-" Cody yammered out of breath and eyes wet with tears. His breath was choked but Miles took his fingers out of Cody's jeans and dropped him to the floor. Rebi entered the ring and Miles covered his crotch with both hands and backed up.
"Joking, joking sis." Miles said against the ropes, covering his track pants with his hands and twisting his legs a bit. Rebi shook her head and rubbed her hand against Cody's lower back to soothe him as he groaned.
"And let me know Cody, if you need anything. My brother is a dick... but that doesn't mean I don't like dick's either." She whispered as she got closer to Cody and planted a kiss on Cody's hair loudly, over the head protection he still on on, as Cody's forehead was against the ground. Cody's eyes opened and looked up at her as she backed up. Her black ponytail hung to the side as she smiled something softer at Cody and Cody was struck in the moment, forgetting his pain and stuck on her eyes. Then suddenly, he was struck on the ass by her slap and he groaned, the receptors of pain in his lower body reigniting and Cody groaned out and curled into a ball, his eyes rolling up as he covered his balls with both hands.
"Sorry, Champ. Let's go Miles, before Dad comes looking for us."
Rebi walked past Miles and Miles lifted the middle and bottom rope for her. Rebi ignored him and went on the ground on her own, her head closer to him and rolled out underneath the bottom rope but not before she threw out a precise punch underneath Miles pants and slammed it up into his balls. Miles coughed out and the ropes snapped back, which Rebi got away from in time, laughing and putting a hand up to her mouth. Miles bent over, covering himself and closing his eyes, tilting his head.
"Ooof... you got me good, you bitch."
"I know, hehe."
She walked away without looking back as Miles massaged his balls in his joggers and went to the floor, cupping his meat as he rolled underneath the ropes and slowly walked towards his sister, massaging and groaning at the sudden, precise hit that's making him feel that uncomfortable yet familiar tinge of sickness in his abdomen. He didn't look back at Cody curled up, breathing heavily and watched both Miles and Rebi walk away from him, leaving him alone, sweaty, aching and dizzy in the ring. His jeans ripped, ego bruised and soothed, Cody closed his eyes and hoped his Dad would forget him here so he could call Paul or someone to pick him up instead.
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