Shortstack Cockboxing 2: Cock Wielder POV

You sit in your corner of the squared circle, getting ready for your debut fight in the pro league. This wasn't like the backalley stuff from back home, this was big—you couldn't see the crowd thanks to the spotlights, but you knew it was a fairly packed house, and who knew how many people were watching at home.

Across the ring from you sits your opponent. A little blond-haired blue-eyed shortstack who goes by "Tiffany" with 4 wins and 2 losses to her name. She's got big tits for someone barely 3'6", though the way they're squeezed into her cotton-candy-pink tube top certainly makes them look bigger than they already are. Even her pink boxing gloves match her barbie-doll appearance, as she throws a couple of warm-up jabs. Her arrogant smile tells you what she thinks of your chances, but before she can get in your head too much, you can feel Coach's calloused green hands rubbing your shoulders.

"Now when you're out there, remember to watch your stamina. I've seen your opponent fight before, she's quick, but she's not that strong. She's gonna try to wear you out, get you to burn your stamina until she can move in to land some hits. You probably only need to connect a couple of solid hits to win this and she knows it, so she'll probably try to keep up her defense until you start to slow."

On your other side, your friend Sunny holds up a water bottle, squirting some into your open mouth. With your hands securely restrained behind your back, you're in no position to do it yourself.

"Man, she's tiny! This'll be no sweat, I bet you -I- could have her down in the first round, you're gonna have no issue!"

Coach gives him the side eye.

"This is why you're still in training, kid. If you were in that ring, all you'd be leaving with is testicular torsion and a sense of regret."

Their banter starts to fade into the background as the remaining time ticks down, and it both feels like it's taking forever yet also like it's all happening too quickly as your team clears out of the ring, and you find yourself on your feet across from your foe. You have to look down, down, waaaaay down to meet her eyes, which just earns you a smirk.

"I'm gonna speedbag your nutsack until you feel it in your teeth."

With that last-moment threat, you hear the bell ring, and the match has officially begun.