Date: Sat, 6 Apr 2019 19:55:58 -0600 From: Joe Boxer Subject: Joe Boxer - Chapter 2 A few days passed since their last workout, and they didn't talk. The next session was scheduled for Saturday afternoon. The two of them always worked out alone in Joe's boxing gym during off-hours. Andrew could hardly wait, but he didn't know if anything was going to happen. They met at the usual time. Joe seemed a bit quiet, but mostly back to his usual self. Neither he nor Andrew said anything about what they'd discussed last time. About Joe being an alpha, about Andrew wishing he could do more things for Joe. About the other unsaid things that Andrew wanted badly. Things were about back to normal, with the things that been said pushed to the background. "Hold the plank. Hold it!" Joe snapped, as Andrew fell to his knees again. "I can't," Andrew said, frustrated. He was trying, but he just wasn't getting back into shape as quickly as he used to. "Christ. Okay, hold the plank from your knees." Joe turned his attention to his phone and stopped watching Andrew. Andrew knew he had disappointed Joe. He tried to get himself back up on his feet, but only lasted a few seconds, and Joe wasn't paying any attention anyway. "Today we're going to do a bit of sparring," Joe announced. Andrew felt a pang of excitement, and a bit of fear. He had been waiting for this moment, where they would finally enter the ring together. Until now, Joe had been trying to get Andrew into shape, but Andrew hadn't been ready for any real fighting. He had had fantasies about it; about being able to take a hit from Joe, and how good it would feel to have Joe dominate him in the ring. They put on their equipment and got into the boxing ring. Andrew was a bit unsure of what to do, so he awkwardly threw a one-two jab-punch combination aiming for Joe's chest, putting himself off balance. Joe barely moved, then swung a light hook at Andrew's head, easily tapping him. "I told you to keep your damn hands up. You do that every time. You're going to start getting punished for it now that we're fighting." Andrew regained his composure, and managed to slide a right hook at Joe's side, connecting. "That's better!" Joe grinned. Andrew felt elated. "Cheap shot, though, I was still talking. And really weak. You need to throw way harder." Andrew held back from admitting that he felt like he was already giving it his all. This continued for awhile, Andrew mostly missing his punches with Joe easily dodging them, and Joe landing some light ones on Andrew whenever he felt like it. It wasn't true sparring, but Andrew knew he was in no shape to handle Joe coming at him for real. The light hits that Joe landed on Andrew felt great to him. He flinched from them, but they didn't hurt much and he loved the feeling of Joe connecting with him. It made him feel like he was being teased, bullied in a way that was friendly, by someone he looked up to and admired. Joe would smile and laugh encouragingly when he connected, making Andrew feel even more enamoured with him. After three rounds, Joe called for a break. "Good work, Andrew," he said, putting his fist out for a bump. Andrew loved when Joe said his name, and he loved their fist bumps. "Thanks, Joe," Andrew said. When Joe wasn't looking, Andrew's eyes wandering toward Joe's crotch. Joe was wearing sweats, and when Joe turned the right way Andrew could see a faint outline of Joe's cock through the pants. It looked pretty big, but Andrew wished he could make out more detail. The head pushed against the fabric and Andrew could make out a bit of it; Joe appeared to be circumcised. "Back at it," Joe declared. Andrew stepped back in the ring, practising his slaps, hooks and punches, mostly missing and getting hit, but landing a few light ones. Into the fifth round, Andrew getting tired, he went in for a punch, stepping forward and getting tripped over his own feet. He fell into Joe, putting his arms around him wildly while Joe held him up and steadied him easily with his strong arms. Andrew was pushed right up against Joe, and could feel Joe's bulge against his, soft but relentlessly large as it pushed against his own shorts and into Andrew's. Andrew, beside himself, gave Joe a look as he recovered himself. About six inches from his face, Andrew couldn't help but admire Joe's looks from up close. He had a face that was both innocent and mischievous in it at the same time, his smooth tan skin young and attractive on his lean but muscular frame. His eyes were filled with sex appeal, and Andrew could make out his scent as well, a smell of testosterone that drove Andrew wild. Andrew, feeling completely in love at that moment and unable to control himself, leaned in and quickly kissed Joe on the lips. Stepping back, both of them stared at each other in silence for what must have been a good ten seconds, neither of them knowing what to do or say next. Finally, Joe broke the silence. "Holy shit, Andrew. You really are a faggot." Andrew said nothing. What could he say? Joe was silent for a few more seconds. "Fucking gross, man," he said finally. "I'm sorry," Andrew blurted out finally. "I shouldn't... I'll do what you want. Don't stop seeing me," he finished quickly. "Don't stop seeing you? You're not my girlfriend, fag. I train you, that's all." "I know. That's what I mean ... don't stop training me. I can do you favours, I can drive you around or whatever, I like being around you, I'm sorry I know I'm not what you're looking for--" "Not what I'm looking for?" Joe said with a laugh. "I fuck pussies, my man. Tight ones, like my girlfriend's. Of course you're not what I'm looking for. You're a sick fucking shithead." Andrew noticed that despite Joe's words, he hadn't made any move to leave the ring or ask Andrew to leave. "I get that. I know you're straight. That's why I like ... well you know. It's not gay to use a guy if you're frustrated or whatever. It's just showing dominance." Andrew wasn't sure if that was true or not, but it felt like it might be, sort of. "Like I admire you Joe, even when you call me gross right now it doesn't change anything, I feel like it makes me stronger to hear the truth from you." "So you want to know what I really think?" Joe asked. "Well... yes Joe, I do," Andrew said, feeling nervous. Joe grabbed Andrew by the neck, pushing him into the ropes and holding him there, looking into Andrew's eye. "I think you only wanted me to train you in the first place because you're fucking obsessed with me. I think you would happily lick the bottom of my shoes if it meant I smiled at you one more time. I think you would lick the piss off the side of a toilet if it came from me and you'd thank me and ask for more. I think you think about me when you jerk off, I think you think about me before and after our workouts, I think you can't get me out of your mind." Andrew said nothing. All of it was true. He didn't even mind that Joe knew, too. Joe was still holding him steadily around the neck, holding him against the ropes. "So what the hell am I supposed to do with you?" Joe asked. "A fag who is completely obsessed with me. What's next?" Joe let go of Andrew's neck, and Andrew sagged against the ropes. "Um... whatever you want, Joe," Andrew said. "Like I said, I can drive you around, or I mean I could buy you some stuff once in awhile if you need some help. I could... I could help you with your Instagram pictures, or... if... if you're frustrated and not getting what you need, I could..." Andrew trailed off. "Can't even say he wants to suck my cock," Joe laughed. "As if that isn't the most obvious thing in the world. "Not just that though," Andrew said quickly. "Like I could just be there for you when you need it, I can fill up your water bottle or help clean the gym for you or ..." he trailed off, feeling a bit pathetic. "If I were to ever let you put your faggot lips around my cock," Joe began, "it would only be so I could laugh at you. It's fucking hilarious how desperate you are for me." "Please," Andrew said, letting his eyes go to the bulge in Joe's sweats openly. If Andrew wasn't mistaken, it seemed to have grown somewhat, and he could make out the large head more clearly, pressing against the fabric and showing its outline. "I know I'm not worthy, but please. You're so hot Joe, you have no idea. I want you so much. Please let me see your dick." "Show me how much you want it. Do something embarrassing," Joe said. "I have to admit it's kind of fun seeing you like this, how badly you want my attention. So, do something that gets my attention." Andrew went to his knees inside the boxing ring, about three feet from Joe, trying to think of what to do. He went to a crawling stance, then put his nose to the mat in front of him where Joe had been holding him by the neck minutes before. He sniffed the mat, drinking in the plastic smell of Joe's shoe, where he had been standing. He then stuck his tongue out and put it to the floor of the ring, licking it thoroughly from the back to the front of his tongue. "This is where your foot was, Joe. It makes me so happy to lick the floor where your foot has been. I can still feel you here and it makes me feel closer to you." Joe didn't say anything, but he was starting to rub his crotch, and it was clearly growing. Andrew could make out a thick outline now. Joe sat down on the second rope and continued watching Andrew, rubbing his dick slowly. Andrew slowly crawled toward Joe. His heart was racing, but he knew that what was happening felt right, felt natural, the way things were supposed to be. Finally he ended at Joe's feet. "Joe, sir, if you were to spit on the mat here in front of you, it would be my honor to lick it up." Joe smirked. "This is hilarious. You really are pathetic, fag. I have to say you're entertaining, though. My girlfriend is a little kinky but would never bow to me the way you are now." "It's my place, sir, the natural order of things to be beneath your foot and to love being there," Andrew said. "Please sir... please may I have your spit?" Andrew was starting to rub his own groin, his dick getting hard. "Don't touch yourself, that's fucking gross," Joe said. Andrew obediently removed his hand from his own dick and put it back in front of him. Joe looked at Andrew again and said, "So you really want this? Fucking hilarious, man ... who would have thought." With that, he spat right in front of Andrew, a pool of saliva appearing in front of him. Andrew looked at the spit, admiring it, then put his head to the floor and licked it clean. He held the spit in his mouth, not wanting to swallow it. It didn't taste like much, but knowing it was from Joe, it felt full of everything he wanted. Finally, he looked Joe in the eye and swallowed it. "More please, sir. Right into my mouth this time." He kept his gaze on Joe and opened his mouth, holding out his tongue, and saying still obediently while he waited for Joe. Joe was rubbing his dick furiously through his sweats now, and stood up to loom over Andrew. His cock looked huge to Andrew, sticking out clearly in his pants, long and thick and with a big well-defined head. Andrew looked up admiringly at Joe and watched as Joe stood directly over Andrew, leaning over a bit to leave about a foot of space between them. Joe spat directly on Andrew, landing it on his left cheek. He spat again, into his right eye. Finally on the third try, the spit landed directly on Andrew's tongue. Andrew held his tongue out, waiting for Joe's instruction. "Swallow it.", Joe commanded. Andrew obeyed eagerly, loving every second of what was happening. Joe was still rubbing his cock, looming over Andrew aggressively. Finally, Joe pulled the front of his sweats down, revealing his cock as he tucked his pants beneath his balls. He wasn't wearing underwear, and Andrew watched in excitement as Joe grabbed his dick and began jerking off openly in front of Andrew. His nuts were almost egg sized, filling out his tight ball sack generously. His dick was thick and a good eight inches. It looked rock hard to Andrew, the veins throbbing as Joe jacked off his engorged cock directly in front of him, about a foot and a half from his face. It was almost perfectly straight, with just a slight downward curve. Perfect shape to go down my throat, Andrew thought to himself. Joe seemed to be getting really horny. "So fucking hot putting you in your place ... fucking bitch ... I fucking love ruling over you." "I know, sir," Andrew said, daring to speak while still at his hands and knees. "Please sir, I know my place is to be ruled by you. Whatever it takes for you to want me around, I'll do it." "Tell me how you know I'm superior," Joe demanded, continuing to jerk off his big cock in front of Andrew and staring him in the eye. "It's everything, sir." Andrew began. "Your mannerisms. You just know how to command a room. People listen to you naturally, and want to follow you. I could never do that." Joe didn't move his eyes away from Andrew's, or stop masturbating. "Your body... it's like a god. Your abs are incredible. I think about them all the time. Every time your shirt lifts up in training, I have to look, and it makes me want you so much. Your arms are so huge. You could crush me. I just want to touch them so much, to appreciate them and admire them, the way they deserve to be." "Stand up," Joe commanded. He lifted his right arm in front of Andrew and flexed it, continuing to jerk off with his left. "Appreciate it, then, if that's what you want so much." Andrew moved toward Joe reaching out with both hands and feeling Joe's bicep and triceps. Andrew's fingers could barely fit all the way around Joe's arm, using two hands. "Your muscles are so amazing, sir," Andrew said. "You have body like a god. You letting me feel how huge and hard and amazing your biceps are makes me feel like the luckiest person in the world." Andrew was hard in his own sweats, and wished he could jerk himself off, but didn't want Joe to turn him away. Andrew moved in toward Joe, putting his tongue out and putting it to Joe's bicep, licking and kissing it with all the admiration he could find within himself. Joe let him, continuing to jerk off his eight inch cock as he watched Andrew. "Fucking lick it all the way around. Yeah bitch, that's what a real master's arm feels like. You'll never have what I have. Fuck, it makes me so fucking horny watching you worship me. You're gonna fucking make me cum, you stupid bitch." Andrew removed his tongue from Joe's arm, and looked at him again. "Please, sir. Please let me suck your dick. It would make me so happy." "Mistake, fag," Joe said. "Don't give a shit about what makes you happy. This is about what makes me happy." "Yes, sir, of course. Sir, whatever you'll allow for me, it will be an honor for me." "Fucking on your knees," Joe said, grabbing Andrew by the top of the head and pushing him down. "I don't want your fag lips on my dick. But you can watch what it looks when a real alpha cums." Andrew watched from his knees silently as Joe jerked off his massive cock only inches from Andrew's face. He seemed to be toying with Andrew, moving in a little closer and then backing off again. "Must be taking all your will power not to stick your degenerate tongue all over my dick right now," Joe said, keeping his eyes fixed on Andrew. "Yes sir," Andrew said simply. "Well, that's a good boy, then," Joe said mockingly. It only made Andrew feel more thrilled. It was attention from Joe, and it didn't matter if it was sarcastic. "Your dick is so big and perfect, sir," Andrew said, Joe continuing to jerk it off in front of him. "The head, it's so big, and your whole cock is so hard, it's just perfect, sir." It was Joe's turn to say nothing, continuing to jerk off as he sneered down at Andrew. "And your balls, sir... they're so huge. You're so virile and manly. Please sir, I think you will really like it if you let me lick your nuts." "Go ahead," Joe said simply, his face starting to take on a primal look, becoming more filled with lust and domination. Andrew leaned in and put his tongue to Joe's balls. He licked the sack first, with his entire tongue, getting it wet. Then, he sucked on each of the balls, putting each in his mouth and sucking gently. "Ahhh, fuck," - Joe said. He was jerking off furiously now, utterly delirious with lust. "Lick those fucking nuts, fag. Fuck, that tongue feels good. Fuck yeah... lick it ... stupid fucking bitch." Andrew continued licking Joe's ball sack, utterly dedicated to the task. He held onto Joe's legs, grabbing on to them like tree trunks; they felt as solid. "You want my fucking cum, you stupid loser piece of shit?" Joe asked, his cock and hand rubbing up against Andrew's face as he continued to jerk himself off. "Yes sir. Yes, please, sir." Andrew removed his face from Joe's balls and looked up at Joe. He put his hand to cup Joe's massive balls and then around the base of his huge dick. Joe didn't stop him. "Fuck.. so fucking hot to see you being a faggot bitch right here in front of me. Ah fuck, you want this cum faggot, get ready shitface, here it comes." Joe let out a groan and Andrew watched in amazement as Joe's balls pulled in tight, his cock pulled back slightly, then all let loose in a sudden fountain of cum. Joe's dick throbbed with each pulsation, ten thick streams of cum shooting all over the boxing ring, all over Andrew's face, all over his tongue. Joe continued to moan throughout, "Fuuuuuuuuckkk." Andrew knelt silently, feeling, smelling and tasting the cum all over his face and tongue. He was in heaven. Joe looked around at the mess he had made, seeming to come to as he realized what had just happened. "This didn't happen," Joe said looking at Andrew, as if Andrew's hair and face were at that very moment not covered in Joe's thick sperm, not to mention the mess all over the rest of the ring. "Clean this shit up. There are more people coming in half an hour. I want you the fuck out of here by then." With that, Joe pulled up his sweats around his still semi-hard dick. Giving Andrew one last look, he winked and left the ring. Silently, he packed up and left, leaving the door locked behind him. Andrew finally looked around him. Each stream of cum must have shot a good few feet, leaving lines of Joe's sperm all over the ring. Andrew did the only thing he could, first wiping Joe's cum from his face and into his mouth, and then scooping it from the the ring mat and eating it. He spent the next ten minutes or so basking in Joe's semen, licking it off the ring, rubbing himself in it, being the total pig he felt like in that moment, before finally himself jerking himself off to cumming. Following that, he cleaned up the ring, then left with a smile. He had finally been owned the way he'd been dreaming of, and he couldn't have felt more satisfied. End of Chapter 2. Feedback and ideas are welcome at joeboxerstories@gmail.com!