Anthro vs Human

Rocky_Starstriker: Late in the afternoon, it was dusk, sun slowly setting in the town while in the gym known as Maelstrom Gym. In this gym, an anthro canine, a wolf named Rocky who was shirtless and with his black and blue boxing trunks, working with another boxer with some mittens. Although the timer beeps before suddenly hearing training time with a rookie was over. "Good work today. Training is over and you're improving on the ducking. You should call it a day and rest." He says as he gets out of the ring and drinks some water while waiting for someone special who hired him recently. "Almost time. Can't go easy on training with him." He says to himself.

Actually_Greg: It's not that I mind walking into a new gym, but I do feel a little bit like a traitor. My last coach was a great guy, and no one can deny he's the reason I took the championship, AND held it through two challengers. But age gets everyone, and the old man finally held his last mitt and hung up his gloves, and it was time to find someone new. Someone who could keep me sharp, to defend my title. There was only one name in town, a guy I've been consciously avoiding for years only because his gym puts out the best fighters in town... well except for my gym, of course. Fucking Maelstrom. My old gym's biggest competitor, now here I am walking in looking for a new coach. I yank open the door to see some newbie sweating his ass off walking away, then there you are. Unmistakable, as the only wolf man enough to run his own gym in this town. "You must be Rocky" I grunt, as I hold out a hand looking to shake yours. "You ready to see what I can do?"

Rocky_Starstriker: "You know it. To train a champion is an honor." He adds before putting the water bottle down and shaking his hand firmly while smiling. It's not often he was training someone who is a champion. Although he understands that he comes from the other gym they compete as well. "Hope you don't mind I don't go easy on training for you, right? After all, a champion must be in tip top shape." He responds as he looks up to Greg, ready to get in the ring with him. "We'll spar today to see where exactly you stand currently. Sounds good to you?"

Actually_Greg: *Hmmm... thick paws... and a hell of a grip...* I think as we shake, and meet eye to eye. About my size if a few inches shorter, about my same stature, muscularity so well defined it shows up through fur... you're quite the specimen. I chuckle as you ask your question, with a little *huff* out my nose. "You'd better not go easy, I'm paying good money for this training" I verbally jab, definitely not letting the new environment intimidate me. Plus, you seem friendly enough. I look around and notice once the newbie left the gym is empty except for us. "Of course, a quick spar makes sense. I need to see if you're any good."

Rocky_Starstriker: "Don't worry. Your money will be worth every penny. And I'll make sure you train to defend that title for a long time. The young boxers won't be able to take it from you." He adds as he chuckles a bit and pulls out his gym bag while showing his dark blue boxing gloves and orange wristwrap. The anthro wolf would slowly prepare his hand with wrist wrap first. "Come here. Let me help you with the wrist wrap and gloves for you too." He offers as they get ready for the spar. "Once you're ready and warmed up, wait for me in the ring. We will spar with no rounds for a good 5, maybe ten minutes. I want to see what a champion like you offers to the crowd."

Actually_Greg: Hmm. A reasonable offer. Starting to feel a little more at ease around you, a comforting coach aura a little like the old man back in the day. He did get a little crusty around the edges in the end, probably the arthritis. Not a problem you seem to have. "Hey thanks" I answer, pulling my black wraps and green and gold Cleto Reyes gloves out of my bag. I set the gloves on the ring apron and hand you the wraps, then hold out my hands. "You look awful young to be a coach..." I almost stop myself from saying it, but the words just come out. Your reputation precedes you, but still. "What have you been boxing since you were in diapers or something?"

Rocky_Starstriker: As the canine chuckles a bit, he looks at you with a smile and shakes his head while putting on his wrist wrap. "I have my own dad to thank for it, really. I used to only think of Pro Wrestling and MMA back in the past. But he wouldn't let me until I learned boxing. He says, 'The fundamentals are just as important. When you learn how to throw a punch, you can learn the rest later.' And here I am." He explains as he smiles more and more. His tail even wags with the memories. "He was right. But while I do like Wrestling, I like helping out with boxing for others too." He adds before picking up the Cletus gloves and pulling it tight into your arms, then later putting on his own blue gloves.

Actually_Greg: Your dad... is right, and mine said something similar back when he was still alive. Back when we would watch wrestling together on TV, and cheer for the Superstars. The wraps are on in moments, and my fists slip neatly into my well worn gloves. I PAP them together and "thanks coach" blurts out before I can stop myself. Well fuck. I intended to make you earn that title, but it must be a force of habit. Or maybe how you carry yourself. Either way, I trot up the steps to the ring and climb in as you glove up, and as you instructed, start to warm up my big arms. JAB JAB.. CROSS.. towards the corner pad, nice and easy, just loosening up.

Rocky_Starstriker: As soon as Rocky manages to get the gloves on, he would do the same and smack those gloves of his together. An audible PAP was now heard from his side while you warm up in the ring. You already expected the anthro to not go easy on him, so he will do what he can to not pull punches. But also make sure to not injure the champion. "Alright, there we go. Now we're both ready." He says as he jogs his way to the stairs and through the ropes. Standing in the blue corner and giving you the red corner out of respect. "The spar ends when that timer buzzes, yeah?" He explains as he had set it to start automatically. Once it beeps, Rocky offers a respectful glove tap to you and grins.

Actually_Greg: I strut towards you in the middle of the ring, a cocky little smirk on my lips. I've known for a decade that the old man is the best coach to ever live, and I'm already wondering if this was the right choice. "Sure, timer, yeah" I mutter, as I reach out to tap your glove, then the traditional circling, sizing you up, thing one does. My fists up, biceps bulging, first rule of boxing - or any kind of fighting - is never underestimate your opponent. And it's just as likely both of us have a chip on our shoulders. I take the initiative, and lean in with a half-strength jab aimed loosely at your chin, fully expecting a block, but I want to give you a chance to keep up. Not trying to humiliate you right out of the gate.

Rocky_Starstriker: After touching gloves and circling one another, Rocky gave a deep stare at the champion who was looking well built and in top shape. He seems to understand everything just fine so far. But he seems a bit eager to take the initiative as the anthro would move out of the way from the jab and return a jab into your cheek. Only one jab to leave a lasting impression as a small thump was heard during impact and Rocky backs up a bit. You had more reach, but Rocky was trying to fight smart and see how the champion handles people who are massively patient against him.

Actually_Greg: My jab WHIFFS past your shoulder as you don't block, but counter, and counter lightning fast WHAP to my cheek "HMF" forcing a surprised little grunt from me. "Alright, alright, first blood to you, 'coach'" I concede, more annoyed with myself than impressed at you. I step in and strike out a little firmer this time, a little more crisp, wanting to return the favor, not just one, but two jabs, hoping to catch you on the second, both aimed just under that big ol' black-snouted nose looking to catch your lips.

Rocky_Starstriker: Rocky sticked to his plan and plays it patiently to see how you deal with opponents who counter punches. But you were still eager to initiate the jabs from the looks of it. Giving Rocky enough time to reach. He moves to the left first, then the body to the right before suddenly taking a small step in and reaching up for a quick jab into the chin with the right. Another audible thump heard from Rocky's impacting jab while starting to move closer to the champion. "Got to react a little faster, champ. You know you got this." He says trying to motivate you to focus harder. "A champion like you don't give up easily, yeah?"

Actually_Greg: WHIFF.. WHIFF.. first over your right shoulder, then your left, my jabs catching nothing but the breeze as you weave around them with impressive dexterity, using a whole lot of that youthful speed and energy I've heard so much about. My second left is still retracting as your right sneaks inside my extended elbow and WHAP into my chin "HMPH" rocking my head back and forth. Feeling my heart rate climb as the punch count starts to build up in your favor, definitely not how I'm used to starting out my bouts. Faster. Focus. Wait, are you coaching me right now?! I thought this was going to be a spar. Oh hell naw, I'm not letting you coach me on shit yet. You haven't earned that. "Sure don't coach" I scoff, feeling the sting on my chin, and you're in close, so I use that to my advantage, and go with a left jab, left hook pair as I shuffle around to my right, hoping to catch you with the angles.

Rocky_Starstriker: Rocky was a little dangerously close, so he could only lift his gloves up to block the incoming jab that had a bit of power behind it. But when trying to land a hook with the same gloved fist, it was a bit slower, giving Rocky enough time to duck and weave under the incoming hook. Before you could manage to follow up on the whiffed left hook, he would take another step in. This time with the left foot first in before throwing a right jab into the chin, followed by a left hook into the cheek to try and show the champion not to be so eager. It was almost like Rocky already found a flaw he was never taught against other boxers. But despite finding this out, he wanted to see if the champion could figure it out first. "You good there, champ?"

Actually_Greg: PAP.. lands my jab, on your glove. Finally, a bit of impact. To my surprise, you read my hook, and it drifts over your ears as you bob under, barely missing the fur atop your head. And now you're in close, my left arm is extended in front of my chest... WHAP lands your right, SMACK lands your left, and my head bobs back, then swivels left, a little glob of spit shooting from my lips as your fist turns my head. I stagger a half step to the left as I recover from my hook, stutter stepping before getting back into my bouncing stance. "Y.. yeah coach, fine, don't worry about it." Starting to feel genuinely annoyed at how many you're landing, and really, really wanting to even the score. Worse yet, I'm feeling something growing in my shorts, not just from the impacts, but from your casual, oddly encouraging demeanor. "I'll quit screwing around now" I lie, putting a little more 'ass' into my punches now. I bob, weave, shoulders side to side as I shuffle around you, striking out with a stiff jab, a second stiff jab, a right cross, and a left uppercut, trying to take control of the ring and bully you around like I typically do with my sparring partners, AND my opponents.

Rocky_Starstriker: Normally, Rocky would stop and coach here, but he did promise to the champion to not hold back at all and make his money worth. And he detest breaking promises to those he coaches. While you got closer, Rocky takes a few small steps in to meet with you once more while wanting to see a fire on those eyes of a champion you have. But what left the canine confuse is suddenly seeing you bob and weave without him throwing another punch. It didn't help that Rocky was abe to continue to dodge and weave those incoming jabs and cross with ease, and even managing to disorientate your incoming uppercut with only a singular right jab into your cheek. Making you whiff the uppercut without an attempt to dodge it when struck. WHAP! That jab with a bit more impact to send the head jolting back.

Actually_Greg: WHIFF WHIFF... WHOOSH... jab after jab, then my big right hand sail harmlessly over your hairy shoulders as you dodge each one as though you're not even trying, and I don't even get the uppercut off before your left WHACKS into my right cheek "HMMPH" forcing my arm to lose its momentum and lift harmlessly into the air where your head would have been, as I stagger back another half step. All of my attempts to hit you coming to nothing as you pick and choose your shots. The pink starting to form on my cheeks not just from your fists, but from embarrassment. And now I'm getting a little tired, from throwing all these punches, and not hitting anything. I shake my head to clear the cobwebs, and circle more slowly, looking to pick my shots a bit better as I don't seem to be picking very well at all.

Rocky_Starstriker: Thinking that the champion may be finally understanding what he might have to do to fight against counter punching opponents, Rocky tries to drop his guard and now try to test the champion's defenses. He didn't need to weave them all, but some defense is better than none. "Come on, big guy. Can't disappoint the locals now, right? A champion fights until the end of the round." He adds before testing with only right jabs. Sending the leading hand softly in rhythm as one would start hearing the leath slam into the head. "Wap... wap... wap..." Slow jabs that weren't exactly the strongest, but damaging enough to stun the champion in place if he doesn't guard at any point.

Actually_Greg: Right... the round... there was a buzzer. And now you're dropping your guard... because what, I'm not a threat to you? I feel the hair on the back of my neck rise up, along with my cock, that is definitely starting to thicken and swell in my shorts, at your audacity if nothing else. I shuffle around to the right, and your right fist is right there on my cheek WHAP... snapping my head back... then I shuffle left... WHAP... another jab, this time to my chin... and my cock gets a little thicker... shuffle right again... WHAP... almost picking your shots, landing those jabs between my gloves like they're not even there. My vision starts to blur, and my bouncing slows to a more flat-footed stance.

Rocky_Starstriker: "Not the best way to block those shots, champ." He says a bit playfuly. He won't deny he isn't enjoying this, but he is still a coach as he focuses on making sure the champion can fight against counter punching opponents. "Let's try that again." He doesn't say anything more than that with a smile before returning to those slow, yet stunning jabs as the leather gloves find its marks. He sticks to only right jabs currently and decide to show how dangerous this may get. "Wap... wap... Wap... wap..." Jab after jab as he slowly keeps pushing the champion back, closing into a corner turnbuckle a bit. "Wap... Wap.... Wap...!" That last jab suddenly cornering the champion.

Actually_Greg: "Block... not blocking... with my face..." I mumble as the words start to leave me, and all I can focus on is your fists, up in front of my face, landing casual jabs at your leisure, my gloves doing absolutely nothing useful as they float on either side of my lower jaw. "HMMPH.. HMMPH.. HMMPH... HMMPH..." grunt after grunt forced from me as my feet shuffle back under your control, my cock steadily rising up until my shorts are tented towards you. "HMMPH... HMMPH..." sweat drips down my hairy chest as my head nods back and forth, back and forth, and my heels drag along the canvas "HMMPH.." until finally I feel the ropes on my right shoulder, then my left, and before I know what's happening, I'm cornered with you right in front of me, my cock pointing at you.

Rocky_Starstriker: "You almost got it. Show the crowd you're not done." He says as he lands a quick left jab into the cheek followed by a right hook to help you get out of the corner. That right hook coming with a bit of power to help him get away from a troubled corner. The coaching anthro smack his blue gloves together and lets you make your way back into the center of the ring before getting his glove back up. "We'll keep working on your defenses until you get it right."

Actually_Greg: My cornering doesn't last long, as you 'coach' me for my dismal showing with a little pep talk about the imaginary crowd that would be watching us if this was a championship bout. But it's not, it's just me and a wolf I just met, and me getting rocked in the corner of a strange ring. Your left PAPS into my cheek rocking my head back "MMPH" with a THUD against the corner post, then a right hook WHACKS across my face "HMMMPH..." bouncing me off the ropes to my right, and sliding me down the rope. I nearly trip on my own feet as I make my way to the middle of the ring, and I nod in agreement... feeling utterly foolish, and utterly outclassed. "D.. defense, right..." I agree, furrowing my brow and trying to tighten my guard, my weakened biceps pumping with the effort of holding my gloves to my cheeks. Within seconds, they start to drift down, as my arms are getting heavier than I thought, and my cock starting to lose a bit of its rigidity as I focus on the fight in front of me.

Rocky_Starstriker: The coaching canine seems to be enjoying himself a bit when training the champion. He might even be forgetting a little bit the purpose he was hired for the moment. Not just because he's training a champion, but how often does a coach manage to get a chance to spar with a training Champion? Only a small few of course. Seems like Rocky cannot help but continue with the spar as he makes his way in when seeing you dropping those arms slowly but surely again before jabbing once more with the right, right across the face as he sends that arm in a straight and clean line. *THUD... THUD...!* The sound of leather connecting right into the champion's nose while still messing around with him while enjoying forcing you to sway that body back and forth.

Actually_Greg: My guard is clearly too weak to do anything against you, as you drive your fist right between my gloves, battering the middle of my face like I have no guard at all. "UNNFF... UNNFF..." my head nods back and forth, and in between bursts of light I see your confident face, not smirking, not degrading, just... enjoying yourself. My whole upper body sways from the impacts, and I finally manage to push out a punch of my own, a right cross, that feels like it's moving through molasses.

Rocky_Starstriker: Almost having had too much fun on his own when punching the champion for having a poor guard, he would lean with the cross barely managing to find its mark. "Hehe, almost, champ. Just a bit more speed over power." He says to encourage. He might have to pick up the pace with you as it might help you focus when someone is a little more serious. Rocky steps in further, getting much more dangerously closer as he throws a left jab into the chest. It didn't have as much power as previous punches, bu the incoming uppercut with the right glove? That one came with power to leave someone unable to see properly. Coach Rocky wonders if when his opponent struggles, that's when he kicks in. Or maybe he's letting his enjoyment with the champion get to him.

Actually_Greg: My right slips harmlessly over your shoulder where your face used to be, and your taunting little laugh strikes deep into my chest. When have I ever been slow?! Next thing I know you're inside the triangle, and your left WHUMPS into my chest "UNNFF", shuddering through my pecs and adding a little pink to my skin. And there's nothing I can do to stop that uppercut from driving up CRACK up under my chin "MMMMPM" whipping my head into the air, sweat spraying off in a mist. I step back a half step in a daze, but manage to keep my feet, and when my head comes down, there's two, then three, then two of you. I take a sluggish swing with my left aiming at one of them, grunting with effort as I do, then my right, fists pumping straight out with little to no measurable technique behind them.

Rocky_Starstriker: From the looks of it, Rocky's thoughts were incorrect as you start to swing wild punches that lands nothing but air. Although it was somehow amusing to see him do so when dazed. There was nothing he could do but hope the champion's instinct kicks in while sparring as he begins to once more start sending jab after jabs into your head. *PAP! PAP! .... PAP! PAP!* This time, each strike alternated between left and right jab with a break in between to keep the champion swaying back and forth without trying to push him back. He would look up at the champion who's probably struggling to focus. "Keep those arms up. You're dropping them." He says before jabbing harder. *PAP-PAP!*

Actually_Greg: That instinct you're hoping for is quickly getting pummeled out of my head as my left and right whiff.. whiff.. quietly through the air, lacking all of the snap from my earlier attempts. "UNNFF MMPH..." a left and right smack into my cheeks one at a time, bobbing my head, "UNNFFF UNNFF..." then another, with just enough time in between to regain my focus and see the enjoyment on your face and your gloves up in front of mine. I hear your command like I'm listening through water, and realize my fists have dropped to my chest. "R.. right, yes, coach..." I mumble, dragging them up to my collarbones just in time to take "MMMMPH MMMPHHH...." two stiffer left right jabs throwing my head a few inches over each shoulder, my hair flinging back and forth, and my cock once again starting to rise up in my shorts from its earlier drooping.

Rocky_Starstriker: While you kept taking punishing jabs into the head, I couldn't help but notice after a while of sparring, that tent was forming down there as I give another combination of jabs into the chin. *PAP-PAP!* "Oh? Heh..." Rocky smiles a bit as he might give in to more fun now while still wanting to see the champion stay strong. "Alright then, at least your chin and toughness keeps you standing much longer. Which is good. But you got to really keep those arms up." While he keeps coaching to keep those arms up, Rocky was planning to go lower as he crouches and gives an uppercut into the champion's tent to see how he reacts.

Actually_Greg: I manage to obey your command and drag my fists up a little higher, this time around my jaw, finally feeling like I'm ready to put up some real defense, to back up the piss poor showing I've had so far against you. Then your coaching command, I nod a little and tighten my biceps, pulling my gloves against my cheeks. Then.. you disappear from my sight. I tighten my abs, anticipating a body blow... WHUMP... and what comes instead is an uppercut to my bulge, pushing my balls up into my pelvis. "HUNNNGHHH..." I groan, folding a bit at the waist, my mouth falling open, eyelids lowering halfway, and a surge of pressure and heat fills my pelvis. My feet remain planted, and instead of drooping, my cock pulses a little higher, a little thicker, pushing my tented trunks out a little further towards you. My gloves lower once again to my shoulders as I stand there in dopey, aroused shock, groaning "...NNGHHUGHH..."

Rocky_Starstriker: Enjoying himself too much now, Rocky was ready to punish a bit for not being able to stay standing up straight and even lowering the glove once more, as the coach comes back up and swing a left hook into the cheek to knock the sweat off of him. *POMF!* A loud sound heard when it lands as he smacks the sweat off of the champion before being followed up with an incoming haymaker into the jaw to punish for staying folded. *POOM!* A loud thud heard coming into the jaw to take the champion down in a sparring section. Despite that being an illegal move, it did not seem like the champion knew what happened with the blurry vision.

Actually_Greg: Your left SLAMS into my cheek "HMMMMPH..." and my head whips into my left shoulder, taking my gloves with it. My feet stagger in place as I regain my clumsy footing, and you're a blur in front of me. I don't even see the right coming, I just see a blinding flash of light, feel a truck slam into my head "MMMMMPH...." and then... weightless. Moments later I feel my back landing with a WHUMP on the canvas, my head bouncing a couple times before coming to rest. My left knee is up and my foot on the canvas, my right leg extended, my gloves down at my sides, and I am stunned and staring up at the overhead lights, my head rolling side to side, my vision spinning. "UNNngnnnghhhh..."

Rocky_Starstriker: "Don't tell me you think we're done, champ!" He says teasingly before grabbing the bit of hair with the glove and pulling him back up to his feet. "Come on. Show them it takes more than one fall for the champion to surrender! Give me a nice, confident flex for the crowd." As soon as the anthro canine was helping you back up to your fist, he held you up high and don't plan to let go. Wanting to see the champion still has that charismatic smile that everyone knows and love. Although Rocky has plans for where the champion was held from.

Actually_Greg: The next thing I know, you're looming over me, and I see your gloved fist reach up and grip a fist full of my hair. "NNnnghh..." I wince, as I'm forced to sit up, my gloves dragging the canvas, then I get that left knee down, push up with my right foot, and follow the pressure of your tug on my hair until I get up to my wobbly feet. You're still holding me by the hair when I blink through my dazed eyes and hear your command. I'm a little confused for a moment, but I obey, a weak smile on my face, and my gloves slowly, ever so slowly start to rise up at my sides, not into a fighting stance, but into a weak double biceps flex, my biceps peaking but soft. My balls still tingling a bit from your uppercut, my cock starts to rise back up as you hold me, showing me off like a trophy of your dominance.

Rocky_Starstriker: "There you go! You know the audience can't see you down for the count. Got to show them their champion doesn't stay down." He adds before slowly pulling the champion back to the center of the ring with his face and body exposed for any given blow before suddenly giving more jabs with the right gloved fist as thuds could be heard with each strike to the head. And he doesn't let go. He holds the champion by the hair to keep you up. *Thud... thud... thud... thud...!* Those jabs landing with precise timing on your face.

Actually_Greg: I stagger one step at a time, under your complete control, my arms slumping only slightly as I stagger forward, into the middle of the ring. When we get there, my stance widens as I get myself set up for balance, and I raise my gloves a little higher on each side of my head, maintaining my flex for you. I wince slightly as your grip on my hair tightens, and I feel a pulse in my cock, now up at a 45 degree angle towards you. "MMPH... MMPH... MMPH.. MMPH...." my head snaps back only slightly in your grip as your punches dent my face, adding some red and pink to my cheek and jaw, and my arms quiver as they start to fall, ending up flexing up at shoulder level when you finish.

Rocky_Starstriker: Rocky smiles and sees the champion struggling to keep those arms up. And as soon as the next jab was coming, the bell tones. "Hehe, guess we have a lot of work to do then. but we can't leave it here, right? The champion needs as much training as possible! Let's continue, I want to see how you still got it and knock me out cold." He says encouraging the champion, despite not releasing his grip from the hair and pulling him in to jab with his right, just between the eyes to leave him with an even more blurry vision. *POMF!!* That jab making his vision go white for a bit before releasing him and wanting to see his opponent try to fight him. "You're the champion after all. We can't let anyone defeat you."

Actually_Greg: That last jab lands with a WHUNK on my face "MMMPH" and my knees wobble under me as fireworks go off in my head, but I manage to stay upright. You release my hair and step back, and I sway weakly from side to side, my arms still stupidly up. I lower them slowly as I see you get into your boxing stance, and get into my own, my fists swirling in front of my chest, my weight leaning from my left foot, to my right, to my left, then a bit forward and back. "Th.. the cham... champion... r.. right.. coach..."

Rocky_Starstriker: It was entertaining to see the champion sway left and right now while still fighting as the canine motivates him to not surrender. But was there something currently more important than having fun right now? As much as he tries to recall, he's having fun teasing and encouraging you to continue as he beckons to get closer before suddenly seeing those swinging fists mist every single shot. Nowehere near the wolf even as his tail sways left and right. "Greg... Greg... Greg! Greg!" He says as if imitating a crowd's chant to motivate further before suddenly landing a left-right jab into the champion's head once more. *THUD! THUD!* The loud thud leaving poor champion even more blurry vision as he stays in the center and even confidently flex a bit. "Come on, Greg, you got this! Crowd cheering on!"

Actually_Greg: My fists barely leave my chest as you're dancing in front of me, in complete control. Chanting my name as though cheering me on, filling my heart with just a glimmer of adrenaline and fighting spirit, that you immediately extinguish. "UNNGGF UNNFFFF..." my head nodding freely now that you're no longer gripping my hair, and instead, raise both your muscular arms into a confident flex. "Unnghhh..." I groan, my cock surging stiffer as you show off. Is the crowd cheering me, or you? I can barely tell anymore. My feet shuffle just a bit, but I remain planted in the center of the ring in front of you.

Rocky_Starstriker: "Move those feet, Champ!" He adds as he smiles before swinging a left jab into the cheek, keeping you on alert if the champion could even do so. *THUD!* A loud leathery thud heard from the impact before Rocky could follow up with a sudden uppercut into the jaw. *POMF!* Knocking the sweat and drool out of the champion's face and mouth as he continues to move closer and standing proudly. He can't help but wonder if after the chant, he was now convinced there was an audience chanting in his mind. "The people believe in you."

Actually_Greg: M... move feet... I try to push onto the balls of my feet a bit, but I only succeed in nearly tipping over, my face pushing into your jab WHUP only adding to the force "HMMMPH" that rocks my head back, as my gloves fall to my chest. My torso slumps forward bringing my gloves down with it, and your uppercut CRACKS up under my chin "HMMMPM" tossing my head into the air, and straightening me back up. Now you're right in front of me when my head falls down from the uppercut, down to my chest, then slowly back up to face you, wobbling side to side before ending up facing your way. My cock continues rising up, now nearly full, and nearly stiff. I do my best to pull up my fists, but they're loosely clenched in my gloves, my elbows pulled back on either side of my ribs, gloves on either side of my pecs.

Rocky_Starstriker: Rocky was chuckling a little here. He was starting to get a tent himself from enjoying seeing the champion swaying left and right and back and forth with each punch. If he could, he would never let this end. But training has to end sooner or later. An incoming left straight punch aims for your cheek to punish your left and right swaying a bit. *POMF!* And he was slowly planning to pick up the pace. "You're not giving up already, are you? I need you to focus. And imagine I'm about to take the belt. No fan wants to see you lose it." He adds before starting to pick up the pace with a bit of power as the coach starts to throw hooks after hooks coming from left and right. The impact heard far in the gym. *POMF! POMF! POMF! POMF! POMF!* The combination coming with a decent pace to further sway the champion left and right.

Actually_Greg: Swaying left, swaying right, you're a blur of fur and confidence in front of me, rock solid while I'm groggy and weak. Swaying into the path of a jab I can't possibly avoid WHUMP into the middle of my face "MMMPH" my hair flops around on my head, and my cock twitches. "The... the belt?" I whimper, my precious be.... "HMMPH.. MMPH..." the words punched out of my brain as your fists wreck me where I stand, and my cock surges full and thick "MMPH.. HMMPH MMPH HMMPH...." side to side my head snaps, spit flinging from my lips over my left shoulder, then my right, then my left, knees rocking one way then the other as my planted feet keep me rooted where I am, and my gloves slowly sink while my cock rises, my balls churning from your boxing domination.

Rocky_Starstriker: "Yeah, champ! Can't have the crowd see you losing a belt to a man who is not worthy of the champion's belt!" He says to motivate the champion more. But he was setting him up once more as he chuckles and gives two more hooks coming still from the right first, then the left. *POMF-POMF!* And he would finish off the champion once more, but with another uppercut that sneaks its way into your tent once more to see your limits getting pushed once more. The coach was having too much fun with his dazed and swaying opponent. Training might just not end until closing time at thispoint.

Actually_Greg: Your 'encouraging' words are ringing in my ringing head, and my confidence deflates as my cock inflates. You look fresh as when we started, and I'm a beaten, horned up mess. "HMMPH...." your glove pounds my jaw, whipping my head and sending spittle shooting three feet away, and my head wobbles back just in time to take your left "HMMMMPHF..." snapping my head over my left shoulder. In an utter daze, my head nods slowly back around towards you, just in time for me to watch your bicep bulge, and your glove WHUMP into my groin "HUNNNGHHH...." slamming my balls deep into my pelvis. A little glob of precum shoots from my cock tip and stains the front of my shorts, as my hips lurch back, my mouth falls open in a groan, and my gloves lower to either side of my raging cock.

Rocky_Starstriker: As much as he enjoyed seeing the champion stain his boxing trunks, he makes sure to keep it to himself and pretend he saw nothing. Rocky was a little far gone with his objective now as he returns to the jabs and smack your face with only the right glove. A rhythm heard once more as one could hear the impact loudly. *Pomf-pomf, pomf-pomf!* Two quick jab with the same arm to not only force the champion swaying again, but to enjoy the sight of his worked over champion. "This lesson is just for you. And with a toughness like this? No one will beat you, Greg!" He says to keep filling the head that no one can overpower him. The jabs forcing you to move in and out.

Actually_Greg: "UNNFF UNFFF...." the grunts coming out of me are lustier moans than they are deep masculine grunts, you glove filling my vision before a blinding light, then glove, then blinding light, then glove. My whole upper body sways back with each double tap, then forward into your fists once more. "MMPH MMPH...." my head nods up and down like I'm saying "yes" to your fists, and my well tuned cock twitches each time a fist impacts my head. "L.. lessn... tffnss..." I mumble in a deep, punch drunk daze. My gloves hang heavily at my sides, dead weight, swinging only with the momentum of my torso.

Rocky_Starstriker: Looks like the coaching canine might have to finish off Greg soon as he was seeing the champion unable to even think straight now. Not that he minded, but if training was going to happen later, he might as well keep him healthy too for the next training section. "Look alive, champ!" He says to you, trying to motivate you again. But as he returns to the hooks, shaking off the sweat and smacking that slowly swelling head left and right. *POMG! POMF! POMF! POMF! POMF!* At this point, the champion might not even remember where he was. Rocky is going to have a long training section with Greg to make sure his next opponent cannot either get him down once even.

Actually_Greg: The head of my cock sways against the inside of my shorts, dribbling precum left and right along the front as your punches slam my face around, my balls churning and my body suspended in a blissfully near orgasmic state, your fists keeping me on the edge with every blow that rocks into my face. "HMMPH... MMPH... MUNNGH... MUNNGHHH...." deeper and deeper lusty groans get mashed out of my puffy lips as your gloves turn my cheeks and jaw into a red and purple fist-shaped state. My gloves are useless, my muscular arms hanging heavily from my shoulders, my whole body swaying under your complete control. My legs somehow remaining sturdy from your 'coaching' and your skilled domination.

Rocky_Starstriker: Coach Rocky was now working quite a sweat with the champion as he continues to dominate and even flex. "Come on, champ! One last flex for the audience! Lift that chest out and raise those arms like this!" He says to you before giving a double bicep flex with his pectoral muscles puffing out. Showing off a bit and wanting to see you with one last attempt to show him no one can take down a champion. But if the poor champion fails to flex, Rocky plans to end training with one brutal combination.

Actually_Greg: One.. last...? I can barely see through glazed eyes, but your words, I can hear, and those words are a command I must obey. My gloves feel like they weigh a ton each, my biceps shaking with effort as I drag them up off my thighs, then up to my abs, then my chest, then finally, weakly, pathetically raised on either side of my head, my weak biceps bulging as I sway where I stand, my chin nodding towards you, mouth sagging open, knees buckled but still underneath me.

Rocky_Starstriker: "Chest puffed out. Come on. You can do it!" He says to you with pride, wanting to see the champion in all his glory. But unfortunately, he can't see it. The champion didn't have the strength for a proper flex as he ends up suddenly sneaking in one left hook into your gut. Making you fold into the body blow. * THUD!* A loud body shot to force one to fold before another right and left hook come into the chin, knocking the sweat off with powerful sounding thuds once more and finally, ending the combination with a right uppercut that will leave the champion in shock that this coach could manage to dominate a champion in a simple sparring section! *POW!* Right in the jaw that sends the champion falling back.

Actually_Greg: "HUMMMMPH...." your left slams into my body forcing a deep whoosh of air from my lungs, and I fold towards you, slumped, double bicep flex lowering to either side of my chest. A fist crashes into one side of my face "MMMPH...." then the other "HMMPH" rocking my whole body from one side to the other, and my gloves fall down in front of me in total exhaustion. I stagger where I stand, then my shoulders roll in, my jaw dangling in front of me, completely exposed... CRRRRRRACCKK your massive uppercut detonates under my chin, throwing my head back in a spectacular display of fireworks in my skull. The lights immediately turn off after, as the force of your punch throws my head into the air, a burst of sweat misting off my head. My feet leave the canvas, my cock nearly, but not quite finding its way to an orgasm, pointing up towards the ceiling as I'm lifted off my heels and send back in a graceful arc. I don't even feel my heavy body landing with a dull WHHUMMPP on the canvas, vision fading in and out of darkness. My trunks stand straight up like a flagpole of surrender, arms out to my sides, legs spread.