Hal vs Cheryl - Match/Roleplay Part 1!

Hey guys! MASSIVE post warning, but recently I've had this idea to combine my experience in RP and my art here. I met Cheryl on a familiar website, and over the past few days we've been playing out this fantasy of Hal training for his rematch with Masha. I thought compiling the fight here in words and in imagery might be a good idea for something new to try, so please let me know what you think! Should I keep the posts this size, perhaps more often but one-two images and paragraphs at a time, that sort of thing? All feedback is welcome and encouraged! Read through at your own leisure, but her and I are still going at it as I type this.

HalFaith

The ringing of iron clashed out through the quiet gym. I had a habit of this - finding myself alone. I enjoyed it. It let me focus. Something I'd always found difficult. It'd been two years since my humiliation in the first ever sanctioned intergender titboxing match, and the feel of Masha's boot crushing down on my cock had left an impression. I felt myself swell at the thought - I'd never been able to argue with that sensation. It was one of the most erotic nights of my life.

I gripped the barbell tight and grunted quietly, listening to the sound of a leather shift beneath me and the metals creak under my weight. I'd gained muscle since she last saw me. A lot of muscle. I needed to keep up with the Russian champion. I needed it. I benched slow and powerful, gasping under my breath with each pump - the plates clanked over and over again - and then I heard those footsteps.

This was an official WTO gym, sure, but it was quiet for one. I'd hoped to be alone for my set - but then I turned my head and saw her. She must have been in the ultra-heavyweight bracket from the size of her tits. I sit up slowly, rolling my thick shoulders as I do.

"...can I help you, miss?" I murmur, unimpressed at the thought of having to workout with company for the night. My eyes explored her body without shame. I had earned my place here with that rookie bout those years ago - and I was going to enjoy every single advantage that gave me.

Cheryl Clashes

I had been taking advantage of the WTO's facilities in solitude for a little while now. I had the perfect schedule that allowed me to get some peace while I got a pump on. I was headed to the gym, towel over my shoulders and draped over my bouncing beauties. Over the towel rest my gloves tied together by their laces. My phone tucked into my thong string, pumping house tune playing in my ear as I entered the gym. I was heading toward the heavy bag but noticed another body as I made my way on my usual route. You sat up as I was walking past, barely hearing you for a second. "Yeah, you can leave. No one is hear at" I look up to the clock then back to you. "No one is ever here between 2:45 and 4. That's when I use the gym" I huffed at you. My gaze trailed over your chiseled frame. My eyes narrowed for a moment recognizing you slowly. I had watched the match with Masha and had rooted for her to win but couldn't help but admire how well you handled her. "Didn't that Russian girl kick your ass a few years ago?" I raise my brow, planting my left foot on the space on the bench between your legs. I rest an arm on my toned thigh, leaning in slightly, almost interrogating the new male titboxer.

HalFaith

My back arched for a moment as I lifted my head to meet your eyes, slowly trickling my oceans of blue down your body, taking in your gargantuan form. Had I seen you before? Perhaps... in the ring, years ago? I had been watching the WTO since the moment I turned 18, but that didn't change where I was now. I stop at your foot, planted so close to my already semi-stiff member poking up through my red gym thong, grunting quietly before a scowl crosses my lips. I eye your worn, pink gloves hanging just above your monstrous tits with a raised brow. "I'm sorry... who the fuck do you think you are? This is my fucking gym right now. I've been coming here for weeks without a single person in sight." I wipe the sweat from my brow nice and slow, my bicep bulging tight. "...Masha is number one on my list of sluts to destroy. If she hadn't had landed that lucky fucking low-blow, I'd be your WTO champion right now." I mutter with an air of young arrogance.

Cheryl Clashes

I scowled at your reply, noticing your barely cover cock shifting in the thin fabric. "I think I've got seniority is who I am. I've been coming here for YEARS at this point. You're upsetting the routine." I huffed and rolled my eyes. I moved my foot off the bench, arms crossed under my big bust now, pushing them up, nipples slighlty peeking from behind the towel. "She's number one on mine as well. I've been seeking a title shot for a while now." I growl then smirk. "Too bad yours didn't go well. I bet that weak cock of yours is still embarrassed she got the better of you" a devious chuckle. "... You know what? I'll fight you for it. The privacy and the next chance to take the champ on... You just might be the warmup I need for my session."

HalFaith

"You're one full of yourself bitch, you know? My cock would've dominated her fucking body withouot hesitation given one more chance." I growl, standing slowly. I shamelessly take in every curve of your body, from your massive chest squeezed tight around your arms, to your beautiful gut and thighs. My heavy pecs heave slowly as my breath quickens, and I raise an eyebrow at your challenge - a veteran heavyweight versus a still green male rookie? "You're fucking on. You're going to regret challenging me, slut. Meet me in the ring in five minutes. I hope you know that once I'm done using you as a punching bag - I'm going to use you as something else entirely." I crack my knuckles and roll my neck, heading to my bag to grab my fresh red pair of 20oz gloves.

Cheryl Clashes

"Hmph! That's what every loser says after they laid tits up by a tougher foe..." My eyes narrowed "And that's from the queen bitch" I hissed back. You stood up, towering a good six inches over my goddess built frame. I step in, pressing my soft bosom against your ripped chest, hands planting themselves on my wide hips. I chuckle at your cocky response. "That's what they all say. Right before I use them as my throne. Hope you can hold your breath." I smirked, blowing you a devilish kiss before I turned and headed to the ring. My plump rump swayed hypnotically as I walked away. I stretched out a bit, laying my pink gloves out beside me for my little warm up. Soon enough, I'd pull the 20oz leathers on to my hands, making sure they're on nice and snug before slipping into the nearest corner. I shadow boxed, toned muscles flexing and shining in the ring lights as I shadow boxed, awaiting the arrival of the mixed newcomer.

HalFaith

I strapped the heavy gloves on with a scowl - I knew how this gym worked. The ring was always recorded. Always. I was going to break this bitch and show the WTO exactly who this ultra-heavyweight is and what I do. As I stepped out of the locker room into the light, my bulging muscle pumped and stretched, covered in a thin layer of sweat from the previous workout, glistening softly. I see your massive form in the ring, throwing punch after punch. Watching your massive tits sway in the light... I pulsed and throbbed between my legs, grunting quietly as I push the ropes down and enter the ring with you. "...nice ass, slut. The photo of it on display is gonna look great in my trophy room." A cocky smirk crossed my lips as I slipped my mouthguard in, chewing down hard and pounding my gloves together a few times, leaning back in the corner opposite you. "I bet 'the queen' looks fucking great covered in milk and bruises." I chuckle to myself, keeping my eyes pinned to your sexy, toned, thick body, feeling my own pecs and abs flex and throb.

Cheryl Clashes

I noticed you strolling to the ring, an eager smile creeping across my lips. My next victim. A lamb to the slaughter. I was going to show this new face that he doesn't belong in this league. My curves danced playfully in the lights as I made sure the motor was running right. "The only souvenir you're getting, is this thong stuffed in your mouth." I mocked, the thin fabric up with the thumbs of my gloves and letting it snap against my soft skin. Your meaty package was barely contained by the tiny thong you dawned. My loins were stirring at the thought of draining you in this ring and showing the tape to all the members of the club. I'd step forward, meeting you in the center of the ring. I'd press my heavy hangers against your chest, gently sliding them over your pecs. "You know, I don't often beat up flat chested chicks, but for you, I'll make an exception" I huffed, my hazel hues locked on to yours, confidence radiating from my body.

HalFaith

I step in time with you and meet you in the centre of our battleground, the scowl still present on my face. I feel your huge chest start to rub against my meaty pecs, my breathe heaving our chests up and down as your slick melons grind on me. A gloved hand slowly reaches up and grips your veteran tit, kneading it slow and passionate, feeling your full jugs in all their weight and might. I was throbbing at the thought of what I was going to do to you, and it was showing between my thighs, and in my chest. "hmph...you know what I did in my tryout, don't you? I milked that professional slut like a fucking cow." I bite down on my mouthguard a little harder as my face turns.. almost flirty. "Oh, I'm keeping that fucking thong and hanging it right alongside the photo of your cum-blasted tits and purple face." I smirk, chuckling to myself and feeling your weight jiggle against my hard, thick muscle... slowly, I step back and release your huge breast, lifting my gloves, the bright red leather glinting in the light, locking eyes with you, daggers from my ocean of blue straight through your hazel gardens.

Cheryl Clashes

I felt your gloves hefting up my big melons a bit, pressing them firmly into your leather and sweaty chest. I huffed pleasantly as you rubbed at my heavy orbs, feeling them bounce and rub against your skin. "Yeah? Big whoop. We all did. That bitch was probably confused there weren't a more optimal set of hangers to pound" I growl back at you. I slipped my mouthguard in and but down, locking it into place. The tension could be cut with a knife. Our list matching our intensity. My eyes rolled at your last comment, not wanting to waste any more breath talking to a thick headed bull like you. You backed off, following suit, smacking my pink gloves together with a few dense thumps. my eyes narrowed. The few moments before the carnage would start. I raised my gloves up, protecting my face, elbows rest at the sides of my melons. The bell would soon ring and id instinctively start circling. Our dance has begun but who would out last their partner was anyone's guess at the start of the round.