tell them when to stop, they don't tell me. I've spent all my life training to be the best. I’m in command.
"Time!" Nate, my coach, calls.
I don't hesitate to grab the jump rope and start. The biggest aspect to being a successful fighter in an underground free-for-all is endurance. A lot of guys don't understand that. They think if you're big, strong, overly muscled, then you have the edge. They're wrong. They don't understand that it's much more than brute strength. Even the ones who get it don't focus enough on their endurance. I've won more fights than I can count on one hand because I can last longer.
"Time!" Nate calls.
I drop to the floor and start working the body bag. I pound and ground it then flip it over the top of me and start again. Every thirty seconds I repeat the move. After five minutes of this Nate calls time again. I stand up and sweat is pouring from me.
"You're ready," Nate says.
"Of course I am," I reply.
"Don't get cocky, kid," Nate says.
I walk a slow circle letting my heart rate return to a normal resting state. I have to be ready. Only a few more fights and I can get us out of here. Vinnie takes most of the money for my fights but I've been stashing every dime I get. I’ve got it in hidden accounts that Vinnie doesn't know about. It's almost enough.
"Mind if we knock off early?" I ask Nate.
"Why, you got a hot date?" Nate asks.
"Something like that," I reply.
I like Nate but it doesn't mean I trust him. No one can know about LeAnne and me. If Vinnie finds out, I know for certain he'll kill us both. I can't let that happen.
"Sure, kid," Nate says. "You did good work today."
"Thanks," I reply.
Nate doesn't give compliments often. When he does, I know I've earned it. I throw a towel around my neck and head for the shower that's attached to my bedroom. I let the hot water beat away the exhaustion as steam fills the room. The handle to the bathroom turns and I tense preparing myself to attack. I don’t give any sign that I'm aware of it until the sliding door of the shower moves and I swing. I manage to stop just before hitting LeAnne.
"Hey," she says smiling past my fist. "Jumpy much?"
"LeAnne, what are you doing in here?"
She looks at my stiffening cock and smiles.
"What do you think I'm doing here?" she asks reaching down and grabbing my dick in her hand.
"LeAnne, we can't get caught," I protest but holy shit her small, soft hand on my cock feels like fucking heaven.
"How many of the guys actually come and check on you in the shower?" she asks.
I can’t argue her point or ignore how good she feels. The number of nights I've laid in bed dreaming of being with her fully are more than I can number. I've held off because I want her to be eighteen. I want her to be fully aware and make her decisions for herself. Unlike the life I've been forced to live, hers is going to be better. I'm going to make it better. No one will stand in my way. My balls tighten as she continues to stroke.
"You're going to make a mess," I say.
"Well, I certainly hope so," she laughs.
She increases the speed of her stroking and my balls pull up against me. My cock is hard as a rock. It spasms in her hand and then it's pumping my load out onto the floor of the shower to be chased down the drain by the water. She leans in kissing me as she continues lightly stroking my still hard cock.
"Haven't you had enough?" I ask.
"I can never have enough of you," she says laughing. "Besides I was hoping to find out what you’re doing for me?"
"And you thought a little sexual bribery would help?"
"Well, it can't hurt can it?"
"It's a surprise, LeAnne," I say, not for the first time.
"Okay, if you're sure I can't… convince you," she says still grinning while stroking my cock.
"I'm sure," I say.
She steps back and lets me finish my shower. When I’m done, I step out and grab a towel to dry off.
"Can't blame a girl for trying."
"I think you're gonna like it," I say. "I want to give you something special to
"Time!" Nate, my coach, calls.
I don't hesitate to grab the jump rope and start. The biggest aspect to being a successful fighter in an underground free-for-all is endurance. A lot of guys don't understand that. They think if you're big, strong, overly muscled, then you have the edge. They're wrong. They don't understand that it's much more than brute strength. Even the ones who get it don't focus enough on their endurance. I've won more fights than I can count on one hand because I can last longer.
"Time!" Nate calls.
I drop to the floor and start working the body bag. I pound and ground it then flip it over the top of me and start again. Every thirty seconds I repeat the move. After five minutes of this Nate calls time again. I stand up and sweat is pouring from me.
"You're ready," Nate says.
"Of course I am," I reply.
"Don't get cocky, kid," Nate says.
I walk a slow circle letting my heart rate return to a normal resting state. I have to be ready. Only a few more fights and I can get us out of here. Vinnie takes most of the money for my fights but I've been stashing every dime I get. I’ve got it in hidden accounts that Vinnie doesn't know about. It's almost enough.
"Mind if we knock off early?" I ask Nate.
"Why, you got a hot date?" Nate asks.
"Something like that," I reply.
I like Nate but it doesn't mean I trust him. No one can know about LeAnne and me. If Vinnie finds out, I know for certain he'll kill us both. I can't let that happen.
"Sure, kid," Nate says. "You did good work today."
"Thanks," I reply.
Nate doesn't give compliments often. When he does, I know I've earned it. I throw a towel around my neck and head for the shower that's attached to my bedroom. I let the hot water beat away the exhaustion as steam fills the room. The handle to the bathroom turns and I tense preparing myself to attack. I don’t give any sign that I'm aware of it until the sliding door of the shower moves and I swing. I manage to stop just before hitting LeAnne.
"Hey," she says smiling past my fist. "Jumpy much?"
"LeAnne, what are you doing in here?"
She looks at my stiffening cock and smiles.
"What do you think I'm doing here?" she asks reaching down and grabbing my dick in her hand.
"LeAnne, we can't get caught," I protest but holy shit her small, soft hand on my cock feels like fucking heaven.
"How many of the guys actually come and check on you in the shower?" she asks.
I can’t argue her point or ignore how good she feels. The number of nights I've laid in bed dreaming of being with her fully are more than I can number. I've held off because I want her to be eighteen. I want her to be fully aware and make her decisions for herself. Unlike the life I've been forced to live, hers is going to be better. I'm going to make it better. No one will stand in my way. My balls tighten as she continues to stroke.
"You're going to make a mess," I say.
"Well, I certainly hope so," she laughs.
She increases the speed of her stroking and my balls pull up against me. My cock is hard as a rock. It spasms in her hand and then it's pumping my load out onto the floor of the shower to be chased down the drain by the water. She leans in kissing me as she continues lightly stroking my still hard cock.
"Haven't you had enough?" I ask.
"I can never have enough of you," she says laughing. "Besides I was hoping to find out what you’re doing for me?"
"And you thought a little sexual bribery would help?"
"Well, it can't hurt can it?"
"It's a surprise, LeAnne," I say, not for the first time.
"Okay, if you're sure I can't… convince you," she says still grinning while stroking my cock.
"I'm sure," I say.
She steps back and lets me finish my shower. When I’m done, I step out and grab a towel to dry off.
"Can't blame a girl for trying."
"I think you're gonna like it," I say. "I want to give you something special to
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