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the aftermath of a barracks boxing match at light heavyweight level. A grudge match. The loser stripped out of his yellow satin shorts and handed them over to his opponent. They were now hanging in the winner's locker as a prize trophy. He was then pushed by the scruff of the neck out to the stocks. They were in a room behind the changing room, and open to anyone who wanted to rubberneck. The scuzzy concrete floor was thick with dried jizz. The guy with the big tattooed back is the winner's coach. The loser had earlier called him a `phaggot`. Coach Roberts is now punishing him for that remark. While his boy, the winner, is fucking the loser's girl at the back of a sleazy bar in town. He will give her a baby, but loser will still marry her nevertheless. Winner will visit her a few more times, over the years, and give her three more. Coach will be with him at these visits. He'll sit drinking beer on the sofa, and listen to his boy giving her one in the bedroom. And think of the night he was up to his bicep in Tug Jansen's hot tight arse, with both men dribbling cum and their balls aching for release
And I thought having a colonoscopy would be rough! :-D
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