The first thing he noticed when he woke up was toast, he was currently lying with his face splatted onto his jame toast, he slowly sat up, the toast comically sticking to his face.
" U...Uuuuuuuhhh....W...wha?..." he said as his senses returned...wait...had he actually gotten knocked out by a flick?!.. that was.... ridiculous!..but it wasn't, as he remembered exactly what she had done, and the blackness of unconsciousness that followed the...flick?...not a punch... not a loaded glove...not even a slap...a flick had knocked him out?!!
Once he had wiped the jam off his face he rushed quickly upstairs and got on his computer, he needed to find out what was happening.
He found the gloves on the site he originally bought them from, he then quickly scrolled down, to side effects he never bothered to look at, his heart dropped while his cock stiffened as he read them.
There was no point in even getting the gloves back now, or ever, the damage had already been done, it said..
CAUTION.
"Unless you are an Experienced Boxer, please Beware, Repeated exposure to our Special Gloves will have a permanent effect, it is commonly known as "Glass Jaw" syndrome, you will be much more susceptible to Knockouts, eventually even a small tap to the face will have you seeing stars"
REPEAT. USE GLOVES WITH CAUTION.
" this...this isn't happening..." he said nervously, how was he going to cope with this?!.. how would he live it
He Rubbed his Cheek, and immediately felt nauseous, like he was about to pass out!.. just how sensitive was his face now?!
Trying not to think of his mom knocking him silly constantly he tried to focus.
" Fuck...I....I don't know what to do!.. I... I don't want this?!"
He then heard footsteps coming up the stairs, he quickly closed the tab and put on youtube.
Suzie stepped in, still dressed in her underwear.
" you'll need to get dressed, your sister is visiting us today, i guess I'll have to wait till tonight for round two" she said, winking at him. Then left.
" F...fuck!.." he said, he tried to think of anything, of someone who could help him.. Billy?... Billy was a boxer, he must have some kind technique that could help, that could...strengthen his face somehow?.. it was his only shot.
Before he could get his phone to text though his mom stepped back in, unkown to greg, she'd just though of another, humiliating way to knock her son stupid.
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