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The gym's emptiness doesn't deter this European boxer from his secret pleasure. He steps into the ring, the ropes creaking as he slips through. He's a beast, his body a map of power and desire, tattoos hinting at a life beyond the ring. He pulls on his gloves, the familiar weight comforting. The heavy bag, his confidant, swings gently, a silent invitation. He presses against it, feeling the give, the resistance, and his cock hardens. He unties his shorts, letting them drop, and begins to stroke, his breath ragged, his body tense. He fucks the bag, his hips moving in a rhythm as old as time, until he's spent, his cum dripping onto the floor.