Knockout School
by GJ



Dear readers" This story is purely a work of fiction and as such, any
resemblance to characters, locales, situations, etc are totally coincidental.
GJ

Knockout School

I was a very successful businessman , clearing over $180,000 per annum. I was
good looking. In great shape and I was a player. I was dating eight women at
the same time and they new even knew it. Yes dear readers, I was also
prodigious with lots of stamina, as you can tell. I worked out with a trainer
at least three times a week and it was his job to keep me that way. Oh, the
most important thing, as far as you are concerned, is that I loved femmuscle.
I had it on my hard drive, in books , and in my mind constantly... much like
you do dear readers.

One day, after a really vigorous workout, I found a special hand written note
from the hottest female trainer in the gym. This muscle maid looked a lot like
a very sexy bodybuilder, with the initials TJO. She was married and she had
the best body I had ever seen. Her bis were at least 16" and they were jacked.
She loved to oil them up as she worked with her clients. The poor guys often
had to leave in mid-training, to change their shorts. No one could resist a
muscle fantasy with Jacquey. She could out lift anyone and often did so, just
to shake up the male testosterone flowing there. She had zero body fat, ripped
abs and shoulders and legs that protruded with hard, peaked muscles. Oh, back
to the note. It said, "You are invited to a special class on Monday night. The
training will be free and the experience will leave you speechless."

Ok, so tomorrow was Monday. I rushed through the day, meeting with clients,
grabbing a bite to eat at my desk, and dictating a ton of letters to my very
sexy secretary named Joy. Joy was a wet dream walking and she knew it. Her ass
was so sculpted that on could eat an entire dinner on it. It was raised too
and smelled amazing. Her breasts were full, I'd say a 36 D, and although she
never worked out . She had decent arms as well. This incredible lady had
mentioned she wanted to join my gym and she finally did.

Grabbing a protein shake from the office, I headed over to this "special"
class. My dick was hard thinking about it. Imagine me in a class alone with
the beauteous Jacquey. At the appointed time I walked into Room 1. This was
the boxing room and classes were held their for both sexes. Imagine my
surprise( but not yours, right dear readers), when I saw Jacquey with oh my
God, all my girlfriends plus Joy, my ultra ripe secretary.

Jacquey had on short shorts, molded to her perfect ass, and a no- sleeve tank
top. Her perfectly peaked arms were oiled and glistened in the well lit room.
Upon seeing me, Jacquey walked over and locked the door behind me, taking the
key and throwing it to Joy, to hold. Then she turned to me, smiled that killer
smile and said, "Welcome, you are going to take part in my very special class
today." Suddenly I felt a shiver run up and down my spine...like that old
Vincent Price movie called The Tingler. I heard her continue with, Ladies I
know you all know Mr Thompson here. He has been invited as the only male
member of the class.... His role will be different then yours." You are here
how to knockout your opponent. He is here to be knocked out. Any questions?".
"Look, I said, I am leaving now and you can't stop me. Open the fucking door
before I mess up that lovely face of yours. "

This amazing woman laughed and addressed the females in the room. "See ladies,
this is called posturing. This man is scared to death of me and he will be of
you as well. He looks at these arms( which she flexes to the awe of everyone,
especially me), and part of him wants to lick and kiss them, and cool off my
sweaty underarms too...yet he also is so afraid of me, he will soon pee his
pants, just watch."

All the while she came closer to me. She bent down and easily picked up a
50lb. barbell in one hand and carried it over. Then she did something odd. She
lifted the weight and placed in my struggling hands. It took all I could o to
hold it up with two, let alone one. Finally I gained control of it and stood
up. "Hold this Mr Thompson...show us how strong and powerful you are. We want
to know right girls? " All the women affirmed Jacquey's instructions to me. I
stood up proudly, showing off my male strength.....my machismo.

As this awesome instructor came closer still, I could smell her perfume and
her sweet sweat. It permeated the enclosed space. I got so hard. Now this
ripped, hard-muscled woman was in front of me. She turned to the women
assembled there and began class with, "Watch carefully ladies, this is called
a hook punch. Notice how I shift my weight and pivot as I connect." Just then,
her steel fist connected with the point of my jaw...CRACK. Just like that I
was knocked out but the heavy weight precluded me from falling down. I simply
stood there, out cold, in front of all of these beautiful, sexy women. They
went nuts, thunderous applauding reverberated throughout Room 1.

Jacquey continued with her exhibition/lecture. " See ladies, one punch does
it. He is out cold. Notice the way his jaw is shifted over. See the large
amounts of blood drooling out with his teeth. To prove he is asleep, I want
each of you to step in front of him and wave your hand in front of his face."
Then each of the women in my life came up single file and waved a hand as
instructed. I never moved, never blinked. I did ooze a lot though, red, white,
pink... all pretty colors.

When all had completed their task, the instructor continued. "See ladies, this
loser of a man could not take one punch from my steel fist. Look at him....I
have broken his jaw, knocked out his teeth. Imagine how that feels. Imagine
how you will feel when you become proficient with your fists, too. There is
nothing quite like it in the world, believe me. They all wanted a chance with
me....to get that rush.....that sexual explosion that comes with the
realization of power.

The ladies could not fail to see that I had this huge boner, standing up,
unconscious, bleeding all over the floor. My fistic conqueror explained that
often happens. "See they he likes getting his face rearranged. He.....just
then I came awake, moaning as I did. "Awwwwwwwww, go back to sleep, wimp." Her
huge fist connected with an uppercut this time. I flew back almost hitting the
floor with my head and popped back up, since the weigh acted like an anchor.
This time torrents of blood drenched all who were in that
room....splashhhhhhhhhhhh. 'There now, what was I saying ladies, continued
this face wrecking woman.....That should keep him out for a long time. The
uppercut does that and causes tremendous facial damage. "

The lecture continued, me waking, then going back to sleep with the aid of
Jacquey's fists. As a follow up to Knockout Class, each woman had to step up
and demonstrate a punch using my face as a bag. In the end, my jaw fragmented
in fifteen pieces, all my teeth were turned to white powder and my handsome
nose was just a crater in my face. Satisfied with the results, as class was
about to end, the orchestrator of my demise removed the weight from my hands.
I tottered on rubbery legs. "Let's all flex goodbye to Mr Thompson, girls." As
they did, the power in their arms hit me with a hurricane force. I was
propelled through the wall of the gym. I came to rest very still, my once-
face leaking down in the internal wall structure. Soon my juices began to drip
drip drip on the floor below.

I had perceived all of these women as knockouts and by God, they were, weren't
they dear readers? Needless to say, I was speechless after all.