April's Offer: Part Two
By Steely Dan, steelydan1923@yahoo.com
The second part of a boxer's fight to win April's charms.

Ever hear the clich' about how quickly things can change? 
I'm living proof of that ' although right now living, moving, even breathing, involves a lot of pain. 
Four weeks ago, I had won the affections of quite possibly the most perfect woman ever, and the 
passion and excitement between the two of us was beyond anything I'd ever experienced. 
Two weeks later, that woman watched me go back to my old gym and win a fight against an opponent 
who used to enjoy beating me on a regular basis. Her excitement just from watching me win made it a 
legendary evening. 
Then, less than 24 hours later, she and another stunning woman were in the ring, duking it out over me 
in the most erotic boxing match I ever saw. 
It's safe to say it was the most sensual stretch of my life. 
So what happened? Why was I now lying in this hospital bed, my eyes swollen almost shut, my face and 
body sliced up, my insides rearranged and everything above the waist black and blue? That perfect 
woman ' gone, probably for good, along with most of my self-esteem. 
It happened so quickly, it was almost like a dream ' except that the last 24 hours turned into less a 
dream and more of a nightmare. But it wasn't just in my mind ' I still had the photo that she gave me 
when the whole thing started, and I definitely had the bruises that came when it all ended. Those were 
proof that it all did actually happen. 
I've replayed it in my mind a hundred times, and it always comes out the same '. 
 
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The phone rang early, way too early considering everything that had happened the previous two days. I 
had already informed work that I was taking a sick day for the Monday, even though I wasn't really ill. 
Exhausted, yes ' an emotional boxing match and 36 hours in April's company would wear down any 
man. 
She had also arranged for a free day, and we were looking forward to a relatively quiet day with each 
other, in contrast to the previous two days that included body pounding of various types. 
Both of us were still asleep when the phone rang, and I fumbled for the receiver before immediately 
recognizing the voice. 
"Hey, we need another fighter for next week," was the operative sentence in the conversation. 
My old gym held "challenge" bouts with another gym every month, alternating as hosts on a Saturday 
night, where boxers at most of the weight classes would square off with fighters from the other gym. 
Tickets were sold and the hat was passed after good bouts, and the gym and the local charities split the 
take. It helped both groups' budgets, but for the two gyms, it was honor on the line more than anything 
else. We wanted to prove our gym had the better fighters. 
I still had a membership there even though the gym I'd met April in ' and the one where I had "won" her 
in the private match with Duke ' was probably going to become my regular haunt. But I still had an 
allegiance to a lot of the guys in my old gym. 
And they were without a middleweight for the bouts scheduled in two weeks ' one had a previously-
scheduled surgery and would be unavailable, and the other had cracked a bone in his hand in a sparring 
session over the weekend. I was the only guy available that was around 160. If I didn't do it, they'd have 
to get somebody to step up in weight class ' way up, apparently. 
I thought to myself, hell, I just fought a guy 100 pounds heavier than me ' how much difference could 
15 or 20 pounds make? But I didn't say anything ' and I remembered how highly motivated I was for 
that fight. I looked over my shoulder ' April's bare leg was sticking out from under the sheet, which was 
also snug against her body and showed a wonderful set of curves ' just to remember that motivation. 
After agreeing, I hung up the phone and pulled the sheet back over us. One glimpse of her naked body 
and her blonde hair free on the pillow pretty much got rid of the exhaustion, and holding her in my arms 
made my lower body catch up with my brain in the waking-up process. 
"What was that about," she said in a half-talk, half-yawn mumble. 
"You want to watch me fight next week?," I asked, my face only a couple of inches from hers. 
"REALLY?," she said, quickly waking up. "God, I was just dreaming about watching you in the ring ' the 
crowd was yelling and you were pounding someone, you'd knock him down, he'd get up and you'd 
knock him down again, over and over, you standing there over him, fists cocked and ready ' God, I was 
so turned on." 
"Of course, you were naked," she added, as she reached between my legs and found my fully-awake 
member. "It was bouncing around so much, and all I remember was wanting it inside me." 
She rolled over on top of me, the sheet still around her shoulders, but I had a perfect view of April in all 
her glory as she ground herself against me a couple of times before taking me inside her. 
"Let's see if dreams can come true again," she said. I remember thinking, before the passion took both 
of us over, that mine had already. 
 
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In the excitement of the moment, I forgot to ask about opponents, and if my buddy knew who I was 
matched up against for the club challenge. So that night, I called back and asked. 
"Guy named Spider Johnson," he said. "Don't know if you know him or not." 
"Yeah, I know him," I said before I hung up. Spider Johnson, huh ' and some of my excitement went 
away. I'd squared off with him before, a couple of years earlier, on one of these cards, and he pretty 
much sliced me to ribbons before it was over. And he'd done that to a lot of other people, too. 
At 6-foot-2, the black guy was incredibly tall for a middleweight, and had long arms and legs that made 
him appear even taller. He was also very good at using that height and reach to his advantage, pistoning 
out jabs and follow-up right hands from a distance where regular-sized middleweights couldn't 
effectively counter-attack without taking several punches in return. 
He was also good at twisting his hands just at the point when his punches connected, which created a 
lot of redness in best-case scenarios and huge cuts in worst-case since his gloves would rub hard against 
the skin. When we fought earlier, I was bleeding in three places around my eyes and I was bright red in 
several other places. 
And don't confuse his scarecrow look for weakness. He had plenty of power in both hands, mostly 
because of his arm length. But more irritating than his twisting gloves or long arms was his mouth ' he 
talked constantly during fights, always with something to say when clinched up. If he was controlling the 
fight, it was non-stop and really got under his opponent's skin ' which, of course, he used to his 
advantage. 
The whole secret was getting inside and working the body ' not the easiest of tasks, given his jab, but 
most of the fights he's lost have been to guys that have stayed close and muscled him. If it's possible to 
have a glass abdomen instead of a glass jaw, that was Spider Johnson. 
Still, it's hard to greedily anticipate a fight when you figure you're going to get cut up. I told April there 
was a chance I'd have a few cuts and scrapes after this one ' she knew enough about the fight game 
where she would have figured it out eventually ' and that piqued her interest even more. 
"I LOVE the blood," she said, "the bruises ' the beatings when one fighter takes control of the other. 
That just gets me SOOOOO hot." 
"I want to be close so I can see the bruises, so I can feel the canvas and touch the blood when it falls ' 
so I can hear the leather pounding against flesh, and smell the sweat. Mmmmmm '." 
She slowly licked her lips, and I swear I saw her shudder for a second. God, was she hot '. 
"Who's this guy you're fighting, anyway?," April said, and when I told her Spider Johnson, her face went 
blank for a couple of seconds ' and I saw a big grin break out on her face as she turned and looked out 
the window. 
"What's up," I said. "You know him?" 
"Yeah, I know him ' I know him REALLY well," she said as she turned back toward me, still grinning and 
with a look on her face that said she was enjoying what she was thinking about. 
She saw me look at her strangely. 
"If you must know, he was my lover for a long time," she said, " '. about the best I ever had." 
Now it was my turn for a blank expression. 
"Don't take that wrong, baby," she said as she put her hand around my neck. "I love being with you ' I 
really do. But when I was with Spider, it was ' different. I'd look at that beautiful black frame, those 
long arms and legs, the way he moved in the ring, so angular ' god, I love watching him box." 
She had that dreamy look on her face again. 
"And you know how he talks in the ring? I told him to do the same to me in bed ' tell me how great a 
lover he was and how great his cock was, tell me what a terrible fuck I was and that I didn't deserve to 
have him ' I know it sounds weird, but when he'd start trash-talking it was like I'd really turn it up, kinda 
to show him how good I was. It really got me hot, and I would just rock his world to the point that he 
couldn't do much for a day or so." 
"Guess I really need to come up with some put-down lines for you," I said, managing a grin despite the 
rest of me being shaken. " ' since you are just the worst lay ever." 
Now both her hands were around my neck. 
"Doesn't work for you, baby," she said. "That's not your personality ' and I don't need you to trash-talk 
to get me going. All I have to do is look at you, think about you in that ring ' it makes me just want to 
explode. 
"I don't need you to be like Spider ' " she said as she walked out of the room, " ' although he did have 
the biggest and thickest cock ever." 
I hadn't moved much, still a little in shock, when April walked back in not five minutes later. 
"You think they need a round card girl?," she abruptly asked. "That way, I could be right there in the 
ring, getting a good look at you and keeping you hard and motivated ' knowing what was waiting after 
you beat Spider up, watching your fists pound into that big black body and putting him on the floor." 
My first thought was that maybe she wanted to get another close-up look at that cock ' or that beating 
Spider up wasn't a given, and it could well be my blood she might orgasm over. But those were quickly 
replaced by a mental picture of April strutting around the ring in stiletto heels and some outfit that 
didn't include much material, left little to the imagination and showed off her terrific body. Maybe a few 
people might even notice the numbers on the round cards. 
I'll admit, the thought of walking into my old gym, my old stomping grounds, with this incredible woman 
on my arm was already pretty appealing to me. But the thought of her being there in the ring, and 
people knowing she was there with me and I was there with her, was almost too good to be true. 
I quickly called my buddy back ' it had been only 15 minutes since he ID'd my opponent -- and told him 
I'd fill their middleweight spot on one condition ' that April carried the cards for that fight, and was part 
of the card group the rest of the night. These bouts hadn't used card girls before, but I couldn't imagine 
anyone saying no ' and if they did, all I had to do was send one picture of April and they'd change their 
minds. 
"OK, you're the card girl," I said to her when I hung up the phone. "You have anything to wear?" 
"You mean I have to wear something," she said, laughing while she began fondling her breasts through 
her sweater. "You and Spider have both seen me naked ' might as well let everyone else," she said as 
she pulled her sweater over her head, holding it up like a round card and displaying those stunning 
breasts and hard nipples. 
I was on top of her in a heartbeat ' 
 
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While April and I were busy wearing each other out, as only people who have new-found passion can, 
Duke was also in the process of recovering physically and mentally from our emotional private bout. The 
difference was that he was alone in the recovery process. 
Except for the cuts around his right eye and some swelling, he hadn't been hurt that badly (I didn't have 
the power to do extensive damage) physically. Mentally was different ' maybe it wasn't until the fight 
was over, and he'd silently dragged himself out of the gym and back home by himself, that he realized 
what he'd lost in our hour-long war. 
He was determined ' maybe borderline obsessed ' with getting it back, and wanted that to happen 
quickly before the memories faded. He was going to hurt whoever stood in his way ' hurt him badly. 
There was going to be another fight, just the threesome again in the gym, and in his mind it was going to 
turn out much differently. 
He went to work getting ready to make that happen. 
 
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Two weeks went by in what seemed like only a heartbeat. April and I spent some time together despite 
our work schedules, and a couple of times we wound up at the gym at the same time. That was almost 
fitting, I thought. 
I, of course, was trying to stay sharp for the club challenge fight against Spider Johnson. April was there 
only on occasion to work out, punching the heavy bag just like the first night I laid eyes on her. 
Maybe it was my vanity, but I hoped she was there to watch me ' checking out the goods, as it were. 
That didn't matter, since my blood raced both times I saw her walk in, and I certainly took more than my 
share of breaks on those days just to watch her. 
I had one last light workout on the Friday, the day before the club challenge, and was hoping to spend a 
quiet evening at home cuddled up with April. But as I was finishing up, April came in the gym and told 
me she had a friend who'd just come into town that she needed to spend time with, and that she'd 
come and see me late tonight. 
"Don't wait up," she said and winked as she quickly turned and left.  
Well, I can still have a relaxing night, I thought, and get ready for a fight the next night. 
It turns out April was getting ready for that fight, too. I didn't find out until later, but the friend she was 
spending time with was Spider Johnson. 
And I had a very unexpected visitor that evening, too. A knock at the door woke me from dozing on the 
couch, and when I answered I was greeted by a familiar face. And a familiar body, one that almost 
strutted through the door. Carla was just as stunning as I'd remembered. 
"Surprised to see me?," she said. 
 
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Fight Saturday finally arrived, and I was laying out my equipment and packing my bag early that day 
when April walked into the bedroom. She didn't say anything, just strode over and began running her 
hands over the white satin trunks that were on the bed ' the same trunks I'd worn against Duke, and 
then again the next day when April put me on the canvas in a completely different way. They still had 
some faint blood stains, but had become my good luck charm and I needed that luck for this one. 
She picked up my white gloves ' again, same as the fight with Duke ' and held them under her nostrils, 
clutching them to her chest as she breathed in deeply, sensually. With my boots already in the bag, that 
was about all the equipment I needed ' the two gyms had agreed, by popular demand, that fighters 
would "man" up for the challenge, without protectors or jock straps. Trying to entice the female fans, I 
guessed ' and wondered if April might have had something to do with the agreement. I had long since 
learned to put nothing past her when it came to the boxing game, and she had already provided the 
details on Spider's impressive equipment. 
I could have taken her or she could have taken me right there, but we both knew the timing sucked ' 
she knew how important this fight was to me, and I wanted nothing else but to impress her. There 
would be plenty time for both of us to "knock out" the other later. 
But she did lean over and kiss me deeply, and said, "Guess it's time for me to get my equipment 
together." 
I smiled ' thinking, of course, that her equipment was about as together as anyone I'd ever seen ' as she 
walked out of the room. I finished packing my bag and changed clothes, and was about to walk out 
when April came back into the bedroom, wearing my long robe. 
"Do you think this will work for tonight, champ?," she said as she slowly opened her robe and put her 
hands on her hips. 
Oh, my God '  
A red bikini top that was cut in the middle all the way to the strap and showed her lovely cleavage to its 
utmost ' blue bikini bottom that looked painted on ' April was no rail-thin model type, she had real 
curves and just about everything she wore made those curves look perfect ' and what had to be five-
inch stiletto heels. Around her neck, she had a dark red bow tie covered with red sequins, which 
sparkled when they caught the light ' kind of like her eyes. 
So much for timing '. Who could resist something that looked like that? I knew I had to keep my 
strength up, but I could at least pleasure her, and while I was removing the blue bottoms I found myself 
hoping this was the only time tonight I'd wind up on my knees. For her part, April stood there on those 
widely-spread stilettos, hands on hips, while my tongue went to work ' the only danger was getting my 
tongue seared by her heat. 
After all, it's important to warm up properly before a fight ' 
 
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We walked into the gym about 30 minutes before the first bout, and I introduced April to the gym 
manager who was organizing the night's activities. After getting over his initial tongue-tied state ' April 
had that effect on a lot of people when they saw her for the first time ' he told her how glad he was to 
have her and immediately put her in charge of that night's fundraising. 
The gym had taken our idea of ring girls one step further, and had recruited two other stunning women 
to work the crowd and collect charity donations along with carrying the ring cards. Between the boxers' 
cock displays as the sweat began flowing, and the barely-clothed women in the crowd, the gym had 
impressive enticements for both the female and male spectators. This was destined to be the gym's 
biggest-ever fundraiser. 
While April was filling her new role, I headed to the ancient locker room to put up my gear, and then 
came out to find a seat in the back to relax and watch the early bouts. There were nine scheduled, and 
mine was scheduled for the seventh. 
The gym folks had done a good job of spreading the word, and by the time the first bout started every 
seat was gone and people were standing behind the seats. Eventually they were standing four and five 
deep ' a huge crowd in such a small place. The concession table was doing a brisk business, and I was 
sure that April and her crew would do well with donations. It was going to be a good night for the gym 
and the charities ' now I had to do my part, which was a lot tougher. 
April? The first time she stepped into the ring, between rounds 1 and 2 of the opening bout, with that 
colorful bikini and all that it entailed, the whistles and wolf calls were deafening. Most women would 
have been embarrassed. Her? She ate it up, and by the time she circled the ring her strut was making 
men in the crowd break out in a sweat. She knew exactly where I was seated, and as she gracefully 
climbed through the ropes before the bell she glanced over at me and winked. 
Damn, just watching her for 30 seconds and getting that wink made me horny all over again. I had to 
start concentrating on Spider Johnson, or April would be spending the end of her evening trying to 
revive me. 
The bouts went off pretty much without a hitch, and our gym was slightly ahead in wins when I went to 
the locker rooms to finish getting ready. But as I was walking to the back, I glanced to one side of the 
gym and saw a familiar face there watching the bouts ' Duke. 
I didn't know if he saw me on my way to the locker room, since he was watching the action in the ring. 
But he definitely knew I was there and that I was getting into the ring shortly. Was he there just as a 
boxing fan ' or watch me and start picking out things he could use in a rematch that I knew would 
eventually come? Or was he going to create a scene here tonight? From what I'd gathered, he had too 
much class to do that ' but he'd also lost a great prize, and that kind of loss can cause a man to slip out 
of character. 
I didn't have time to worry about that at the moment. A couple of bouts had ended quickly, and it was 
getting close to our turn. I passed Spider Johnson in the hallway going to the locker room, and he only 
flashed a big toothy grin at me. 
I had just finished putting my trunks and boots on and was wrapping my hands when April stuck her 
head through the door and then walked in. 
"Hi," she said. "Just wanted to check and make sure you were okay and didn't need ' anything." 
"I think I'm good," I said. "Better now since you came in." 
We both stood about six feet apart, eyeing each other up and down ' April in her bikini, bow tie and 
heels, me in my boots and trunks that left little to the imagination. Suddenly we both began giggling like 
schoolgirls, like we were sharing a secret ' the secret being that we both made each other SOOOOO hot 
' 
She stepped over and lightly hugged me, I think just to see if she could feel an erection ' she did ' and 
said, "See you out there ' and fuck him up for me, champ," before walking out. 
I was certainly going to give it my best shot, and I had just finished wrapping and taping my hands when 
one of our gym guys came in to glove me up, an indication that we were up as soon as the bout in the 
ring ended. Almost on cue, I heard the crowd roar, and found out later one of my former gym mates had 
just dispatched his opponent in around 30 seconds, leaving him writhing on the canvas and holding his 
liver area. 
That put our side up 4-2, so I knew when I walked out that if I won, it would assure our gym of winning. 
But at that moment, that wasn't my primary concern as I headed to the ring with two of my gym 
buddies who would work my corner. 
Spider Johnson was already in the ring when I got there, dancing around in his all-silver trunks and 
shooting out jabs and crosses with the matching silver gloves. He looked taller than I remembered, and 
since his body looked as thin as a fence post he appeared even taller when we walked to mid-ring for 
instructions. 
"Hey, boy, you ready for another whuppin '" he said after the referee finished. "I'm ready to give you 
one. Oooo, I'm gonna have me some fun ' almost as much as I had last night when I fucked yo' woman 
goooood." 
I didn't say anything, didn't think about it, really ' just watched as I backed up to the corner, took the 
mouthpiece and waited for the bell. I did have a moment to glance at April, who was walking just inside 
the ropes carrying the "Round 1" card and whipping the crowd into a frenzy with every step. I also 
looked over to where I'd seen Duke earlier. He was still there, hadn't moved, and was also watching. 
DING, DING ' 
I circled out to the left, figuring that Spider would try to establish his jab, and it didn't take long for him 
to begin pistoning out those left hands. I was able to block most of them away and responded a couple 
of times with jabs of my own, but I ate a couple of his jabs between my gloves each time I tried to follow 
my own lefts. 
I tried to slip inside, but got tagged with an overhand right on the side of my head and grabbed Spider's 
arms as we clinched and backed into the ropes. 
"Man, why don't you just fall down now," he hissed around his mouthpiece. "Save me some time and 
save you a lotta pain." 
That pattern continued the entire first round ' Spider jabbing, jabbing, jabbing, me trying to get inside 
and usually paying for that daring with Spider's gloves thumping off my head. When I did get close 
enough to do some damage, he would grab and hold on, usually wrapping an arm around my head ' a 
six-inch height advantage helped ' and using his other arm to punch my kidney areas, while I tried to get 
my arms free to punch inside, usually without success. 
We were clinched for a long time, long enough for Spider to drop a bombshell ' and it wasn't with his 
gloves. 
"Oooo, good two days," he said as we struggled. "I take yo' woman last night and I whip you tonight." I 
tried to pull my arms free, but Spider held on. "Yeah, she told you she was visitin' a friend, huh," he spat 
out. "Well, she was visitin' between my legs ' gettin' her some more Spider cock. Guess she can't get 
enuf of me ' I know you ain't filling her up." 
All this time, Spider's free hand was digging punches into my side. I was getting abused, physically and 
verbally, when the bell rang. I hadn't landed a single decent punch in the first round, and Spider let me 
know about it. "Take your white ass and sit over there," he said. "I'll be back to beat you up some more 
in a minute." 
While my corner crew shouted instructions, I watched April walk around the ring ' she had arranged to 
carry all the cards for this bout. She winked as she walked by my corner, but she also slowed down near 
Spider's corner. I couldn't tell if she said or did anything, but I saw him with that big toothy grin. 
I was pretty sure Spider wasn't lying about April "visiting" him ' the story about going to see a friend 
was too close to what she'd said. I wasn't sure how to feel about it ' but I didn't have time to ponder 
the question too long right then. 
I came out faster in the second round, only to have Spider's first jab hiss off one of my gloves and catch 
me painfully right in the nose. I was trying to jab myself, but all I was doing was pushing his gloves back 
into his face ' at least I was accomplishing that. But every time I tried to pivot and step inside his guard, 
Spider would be a half-step ahead and catch me with a jab-cross combo that was starting to sound like a 
broken record ' and feel like one. 
Finally I bulled in and pushed him into the ropes, which swung well backwards over the apron as Spider 
held my arms and kept me now too close to get off with anything effective. 
"Yo' woman's walking around in here with some fine titties," he said as he kept up the verbal sparring in 
the clinch. "They felt so goooood last night. After I finish fucking you up, may just have to fuck those 
some more, too ' fuck her until those titties cave in." 
I should have known better, but his words were getting to me, and I pulled my arms out of his clinch and 
swung wildly at his head. Spider was ready, ducked under both my left hook and right follow, and his 
feet, body and shoulders were in perfect position to throw a hard left under my right rib cage and follow 
with a right under my left ribs. 
I went down like a shot, on all fours, gasping for breath as Spider's gloves felt like they squeezed all the 
air out of my lungs. Spider stood right on top of me, as the referee ' surprised by the quick knockdown ' 
was slow to step in. 
"She said she was glad to have a real dick inside her," he hissed through his mouthpiece again, "and not 
that little limp thang you kept trying to stick in," before the referee could push him toward a neutral 
corner. Spider was still smiling down at me when the referee grabbed him around the waist, and I 
couldn't help but notice that his huge length and thickness was pushing out and tenting his trunks big-
time. Damn, I thought, April was right ' 
He made a point to walk by where April was standing against the apron, and grabbed his crotch bulge 
with one hand and smiled at her. I watched her give him a quick smile ' before turning toward me and 
giving a little shoulder shrug. 
I was surprised, but I shouldn't have been. After all, April never hid her intentions ' she had jumped 
from someone else's cock to mine on the result of my last fight, she'd apparently screwed the guy across 
the ring from me last night ' and I suddenly realized that she might just dump me and move on tonight 
if I didn't get things back under control. 
That quickly snapped my mind back to reality and probably helped force air back into my body ' just in 
time, because the referee had already reached "seven" in his count even after guiding Spider to the far 
corner. I quickly stood, and by the time the referee had wiped my gloves Spider was on top of me again, 
determined to finish the job. 
"Here I come again, white boy," he said on the way in. "Don't know if I want to put you down now, or 
just whip yo' ass until you just fall down." 
This time, it was me doing the holding and clinching for the rest of the round, but Spider never came 
close to following up, at least with his gloves. 
His mouth, though ' 
"Look over there, boy. Oooooeee, she got a sweet ass," he kept going. "May make you watch while I 
bang into that. Let her have it with some real man meat." 
I was feeling better by the time the bell rang to end Round 2, but my corner guys didn't know that. 
"You better take your mind off the girl or he's going to take you out," one of my buddies said ' ironically, 
at the same time that April strutted by carrying "Round 3" and gave me a quick look that I couldn't 
distinguish between worry and confusion. 
Time to change tactics, I thought. Going southpaw worked against Duke, so why not try it again? It'll 
take him time to adjust, and until that I can probably get some shots in. 
At the bell, I took a southpaw stance with my right lead in front, and the first time Spider snapped off a 
jab I stepped back to avoid, and then pushed forward with a right hook over the top of his left. It 
connected right on his temple and sent sweat flying ' my first decent punch of the fight. 
Spider backed up blinking but kept flicking out the jab. Moments later, I again stepped back as a jab 
whizzed by, and landed another right hand to his open head, this time across the jaw, and I saw him 
shake his head to clear the cobwebs. 
Throwing caution to the wind, I bored in, and the stance didn't matter as I flailed with lefts and rights. 
Only a few got through as Spider blocked, parried and grabbed, but some did as I was finally able to land 
some body shots. I could feel him shudder every time my right hand made it past the maze of his gloves 
and arms and crashed into his abdomen. 
Spider grabbed and again pulled me close enough to thwart the body attack. "You ain't hurt me," he 
whispered. "You ain't shit." But I knew I had hurt him, and even more important I had found a way to 
counter his attack and get at his weak point inside. I could feel April beating on the ring apron and hear 
her yelling, "Yes, Yes, hit him again down there." 
I kept hammering at his body, taking some shots in return, but now they weren't doing the damage I 
was doing to his abs and sides. Spider kept clinching and trying to hit me under the ribs again off the 
clinches, and late in the round I stepped in just as he swung a sweeping left hook. His left pounded into 
my groin and unprotected ' and rigid ' cock. 
Unnnnnhhhhhh '.  
I doubled over, went to both knees and grabbed my crotch as the pain shot through my entire body. The 
referee pushed Spider away and bent over me, yelling, "You all right?" 
Hell, no, I thought, guy just crushed my cock and nuts, you think I feel all right? I stayed in a kneeling 
version of the fetal position for a couple of minutes before the intense pain finally started to lessen. I 
was ready to punch whoever's idea it was for these bouts to be sans protectors ' as soon as I could 
stand up straight without wanting to vomit. 
Since I had all the time I needed, I did some serious knee squats to take the pressure off, and the pain 
started slowly being replaced by numbness. It still didn't feel good, but at least the hurt was going away. 
I looked over at Spider standing in the corner, and for once he was expressionless and wasn't talking. 
April, on the other hand, did have a look of concern on her face, so that was a positive sign ' at least 
she wasn't yelling at Spider to crack my nuts again and render me useless, freeing her up to jump 
Spider's cock. 
It probably took around five minutes, but I finally felt close to normal and told the referee I was ready, 
and he waved us back in. But the momentum I had built up early in the round was pretty much gone, 
Spider had recovered from the body punches I had gotten in, and it was back to the earlier pattern ' 
Spider lashing out with the jab, me trying my best to slip them and get inside, and us clinching when I 
did force my way in. 
It also didn't take Spider long to regain his voice the first time he grabbed me on a push inside and 
against the ropes. 
"Your dick all swollen up now?," he grunted through the mouthpiece. "Maybe that help you please that 
fine woman, but you ain't getting' another chance. She said she still wants my big log bad, like she got it 
last night." 
"The rest of you is gonna feel like yo' dick in a little while ' or maybe I'll just bust yo' dick up a little 
more." 
I wasn't in any mood to talk about cocks right then, and started flailing punches into his sides for a few 
seconds before the bell ended the third round. 
I hit the stool quickly, and my corner guys pulled out my trunks and put an ice pack right on my groin. It 
likely dulled the pain even more, but the cold shock revived me ' as did April, who stopped on her way 
by with the "Round 4" card and knelt down in front of me. That red bikini top was straining to keep her 
charms in tow when she leaned over. 
"You all right, baby," she said. "Just try to relax. It's your turn now, champ. Go fuck him up for me." 
"Great idea," I said, managing a little bit of a smile. "As soon as I get some feeling back below the waist, 
he's mine." 
She smiled, stood up, and continued her rounds around the ring. I didn't see if she slowed down or 
stopped near Spider's corner, because my corner guy was in my face. 
"Get over it," he said. "Time for you to get after this guy. Get physical and push him around ' he doesn't 
want that." 
I planned on doing that right from the Round 4 bell, but Spider's jab was still effective, and maybe even 
more so since he'd had a couple of extended rest breaks. He started taking dead aim between my 
gloves, and early in the round he caught me leaning forward with one of those glove-twisting pistons. I 
could feel it rake into and rip open the skin below my right eye, and I felt the blood begin to flow down 
my nose and into my mouth. 
Spider smiled through his mouthpiece at the sight of my blood, and he intensified his jab attack as I got 
more and more frustrated. Soon he was splitting my gloves on a regular basis, and followed his jab with 
a slashing right that ripped the skin under my other eye. I didn't know how bad the cuts were, but I 
could feel even more blood running down my cheeks. 
I had to keep my gloves high to protect my eyes from further damage, and Spider's continual jabs kept 
pushing my gloves back against my face and slowly turn them from bright white to a dull maroon. And 
because my hands were high, Spider started mixing in more looping body punches, and those long arms 
were able to generate enough force where I could feel the breath whoosh out of me every time he 
connected. Soon I was clinching as he backed me against the ropes. 
"You quit now and I won't bust you open no more," Spider hissed as we struggled inside. "Maybe just hit 
you in the dick some more '. Nah, think I'll just keep cutting you up until you beg for Spider to stop." 
The bell rang to end the round, and I hadn't even made it to the stool before my guys were covering my 
face with ice, the end-swell tool and Vaseline. 
"You got to go get him right now," they said. "This is going to keep popping open and it's going to bleed 
enough where the referee is going to stop it before long." 
I knew he was right, so I decided to throw caution to the winds and do nothing but attack until I couldn't 
go any more. April saw my wide-eyed look when she strutted by. 
When the bell rang for Round 5, I almost ran across the ring and started throwing wide-swinging lefts 
and rights to get Spider to raise his gloves and defend his head. The bull-rush caught him by surprise, 
and he backed up and did exactly that, his gloves up at his temples. 
I quickly pivoted inside, something I'd been trying to do for four rounds, but this time I was able to plant 
and dig a left hook under Spider's elbow and under his rib cage. I could feel his breath shoot out of his 
mouth with an "oooooffff," and I quickly doubled up with the left. When his arms moved that way, I 
shifted my weight and unloaded a big right hand that caught him directly in the solar plexus. 
Spider doubled over, and likely would have gone to the canvas even without the chopping left hand that 
crashed into his jaw on the way down. But that left spun him and landed him on his side, and I quickly 
stepped back before the referee came in and began the count. 
I could tell Spider was hurt since he had one arm and glove tucked in close to his side, and that 
protection was still there when he stood up. He was already retreating before the referee finished 
cleaning his gloves, and I rushed in to continue the body assault. 
Spider tried to grab my arms, but they were a blur as I rained in punches, knowing that if I didn't finish it 
here I probably wouldn't get another chance. With Spider backed into the ropes, enough of those shots 
got through that I could feel him start to cave in, and soon he was sitting on the bottom rope before 
slipping to the canvas, still hugging his abdomen. 
"Who's quitting now?," I yelled down at him. "Who's begging for me to stop?," before the referee 
stepped in and pushed me toward a neutral corner. 
Spider made an effort to get up, but he was still trying to climb the ropes when the referee reached "10" 
and waved it off.  
My corner guys were in the ring in a flash, hugging me, and April wasn't far behind, leaping into my arms 
and grabbing me around the neck. As she slid down and her heels dug into the canvas, she reached 
around with both hands and grabbed my ass, thrusting herself against me. Suddenly my groin didn't hurt 
as much anymore, but I was still miffed at her, if what Spider had bragged about was true. 
"I knew you could do it, champ," she purred. "God, watching you pound into his body made me so hot. I 
could just rape you right here." 
"Like you did him last night?," I said, pointing across the ring where Spider was on his stool with his 
corner men shaking smelling salts under his nose. 
April quickly pulled away from me, a shocked and surprised look on her face. It only took one look for 
me to know that she had indeed been with Spider the previous evening, and it took her only a few 
seconds to realize that I knew where she'd been. 
"Baby, I did it for you," she said. "I knew if I did him, if I milked him dry, he wouldn't have much left for 
tonight ' that he'd wear down quick and wouldn't have any stamina. I took it all out of him ' I wanted 
you to win so bad." 
I didn't tell her that I'd also been going at it hammer and tongs the night before, so I couldn't be too 
upset. But I had to act like it. "I need to get out of the ring so they can start the next fight," I said. "I 
gotta go to the back." 
While I was climbing through the ropes, I looked over to where Duke had been, and he was gone. Just as 
well, I thought ' I wasn't up for any meetings or confrontations tonight. Pretty much all I wanted to do 
was go somewhere and stretch out, as soon as the doctor bandaged up my eye cuts, and think. 
When the doctor was done, I threw on some sweats and headed back toward the gym area ' or at least, 
I was headed down the hall in that direction, before a female form stepped in front of me. I had my 
head down, so I almost crashed right into her, but I knew instantly who it was. 
"What ' thought I wouldn't come to watch you tonight, especially after last night?" 
I looked up and smiled. Carla had that effect on most people, and once you saw her it was hard to 
forget. Tall and auburn-haired, impossibly perky breasts. We had dated a few times a couple of years 
earlier, and I was pretty sure she'd had a little surgical assistance there. But they certainly felt real 
enough one night ago, and the rest of her body felt sensational, too. And it looked great tonight, too ' 
she was wearing a tight little black number that scooped waaaaay down while also hugging all the other 
curves. She looked great. 
"Sorry ' just didn't expect to see you here," I said.  
I knew she'd been dating another guy from my old gym, but apparently that was over ' at least, I 
gathered it was from the way she took me around the world less than 24 hours earlier. 
"I was sooooo scared when that guy hit you ' down there," she said. "Are you sure you're okay?" 
"I'll be all right," I said, not knowing exactly what to do since Carla's body was now pushing against mine 
in a couple of places and we were eye-to-eye ' actually, her eyes were above mine, since she was 
probably 5-7 to start with and her heels made her at least two inches taller than me. That height, her 
looking down into my eyes, gave her a feeling of power and emboldened her. 
"I can make it feel all better," she said in a whisper as her hands moved to my hips ' and slowly started 
to move forward. "I made you feel all better last night, didn't I?" 
One hand was now at the front of my sweats, the back of her hand rubbing against what was a growing 
erection, and the other was planted under an ass cheek and held me firmly in place. I wasn't doing much 
to discourage her groping ' something I regretted when April suddenly appeared in the hallway. 
"I think you should move those hands," April said, a determined look on her face as she walked over. "Or 
I will have to move them." 
"Yeah, sure you will," Carla said, turning to face April but making a point to leave one hand against my 
cock and making sure April could see it. "Nice bikini for nighttime ' tell me, does someone have to hand 
you the right card each round, or can you count that high?" 
"At least I have something worth showing off," April retorted, "instead of everyone laughing at your 
skinny ass." 
"You mean the way we laugh at you when you strut around out there? I think your streetcorner is still 
available when you finish here." 
"Don't think too many are laughing," April said, "except for all the bitches like you who can't satisfy a 
man." 
"Well, I can satisfy this one for sure," Carla said, pushing herself against me even more. "Just ask him if 
he was satisfied last night ' he was certainly hard enough, long enough." 
April shot me a look as I tried to intervene. "Ladies, please ' let's not have an ugly scene here." 
"The only thing ugly is going to be her face," April said, "unless she gets the hell out of here now." 
Carla turned to me and put her hand on my chest. "What's the deal with blondie here? I know she jumps 
in the sack with whatever boxer happens to win a fight here and there. So what ' is it your turn with 
her?" 
Carla saw my face, and quickly looked at April. 
"Oh, my god, it is," she laughed. "Oh, how funny." 
April stepped even closer, grabbed Carla's arm roughly and pulled it over to where the two were face to 
face. 
"This area is off limits to scum like you," April hissed. "If you don't get out of here right now, I'll throw 
you out ' after I mess up that face a little." 
Carla shook off April's grasp, stepped forward to where the two were inches apart, and halfway turned 
her head towards me. 
"I thought I was going to have a little competition for you," she half-laughed. "But this little whore ' 
why don't you run along before I start taking you apart, piece by piece?" 
Carla grabbed April's sequined bow tie, pulled out the elastic and let it snap back against April's throat. 
April used both hands to shove Carla back against the wall, and I stepped in between before the two 
could get more physical. 
"Ladies ' this is not the time or the place," I said. "This is a charity event and a lot of people here ' a lot 
of people that are friends of the three of us. If you can't settle this, take it somewhere else." 
"We're in a gym ' let's take it to the ring," April said. "If you're woman enough '." 
"Can't think of anything I'd like better than to mess up that pretty face," Carla said, "and I'll work over 
those boobs just for the fun of it." 
"You won't be awake long enough," April said. "Hope you've got lots of insurance, because I'm really 
going to fuck you up good." 
"Such class," Carla said, "coming out of that cunt of a mouth. Hey, wherever, whenever, bitch." 
The two glared at each other for a few seconds before Carla reached over to me, grabbed my sweatshirt 
and pulled my face into hers, kissing me before I could react and making sure her tongue was visible to 
all. She then walked quickly out to the main gym area and out of sight. April then turned her glare at me. 
"So you and her '," she said, and I thought tears were about to well up in her eyes. "I ' I '," she 
struggled to find words. "I guess that makes us even ' but what I did last night was for you, even if you 
don't believe it." 
There was an awkward silence before April spoke again. 
"The only time I want to see you back near her is when you set us up ' out there," she said as she 
pointed toward the ring. "Make that happen and maybe I'll forgive you." April turned abruptly and 
quickly walked out. 
Shit, I thought ' now what do I do? Guess I do what April wants, and it's not like Carla didn't want it, 
too. I walked over to my old gym's manager ' the happiest guy in the room tonight, with his cash 
register stuffed from tickets, concessions and donations ' and told him I needed a favor. 
It so happened that the gym was closed to the public on Sunday, the next day, and I started setting up 
another private evening of boxing. 
 
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April and I didn't talk any more until the evening's final two bouts were over. She was still working the 
ring and her crew was still working the crowd, and the last two fights were good ones ' a light 
heavyweight bout that was action-packed from start to finish, and a heavyweight match between guys 
who could really hit and weren't really good at not getting hit. The crowd thoroughly enjoyed the 
evening, and everyone left in a good mood ' except, maybe, April and I. 
As we walked out, I tried to make conversation. 
"Look, she just came to my place and threw herself all over me," I said as we walked down the street 
next to the gym. "I didn't know if she was drunk or stoned, but '" 
"What, you just set something up after I told you I was going to be visiting a friend?," April said. "You got 
her to come over after I left?" 
"NO!," I said. "She just showed up." 
" Yeah, like she just showed up tonight. I could really tell how hard you were trying to fight her off. I 
guess it was all that exertion in trying to get away from her was why your cock was getting big." 
"Can we just drop it," I said. "We both messed up ' can we just leave it at that?" 
April didn't say anything for a while. 
"I still want to hurt her bad," she finally said. "I need for you to set that all up. I have something to prove 
to her ' and I guess to you, too." 
When we got home, I called a friend and got Carla's phone number while April was showering. I called 
her to make sure she was serious about the two of them actually lacing up gloves and getting into the 
ring. 
"You tell the little bitch I plan on beating her to death," Carla said over the phone, "' and then you and I 
will go and have some more fun. Last night was just a warm-up ' you have no idea what I can do to a 
man." 
I didn't respond to that, only telling her the time, place and other details. I wanted to make sure she was 
aboard with this before I told April, and it was a relief when I hung up the phone and stretched out on 
the bed. 
When April came out of the shower, I told April about the arrangements ' my old gym, 8 p.m. the next 
night, straight boxing. A private setting, just the three of us ' I would serve as referee and second for 
both fighters. From her reaction, you would have thought that nothing had ever happened to damage 
our relationship. 
"Guess I'll have to see if I can influence the referee," April said as she let her towel slip to the floor and 
reveal herself in all her lovely nakedness. "I know you can't wait to get between us and break up the 
clinches." 
She crawled under the sheets and immediately began massaging my lower abs and my crotch, which 
was still a combination of pain and numbness thanks to Spider's left hand. 
"Ooooo, I think the champ is still sore," April purred as she began pumping my instanty-stiff cock. "Look, 
it's all swollen. Let me see if I can make it all better." 
It didn't take her long to pump out a stream of milky-white cum, which coated my chest and abdomen. 
April licked at both before climbing on top of me. 
"Now that we know it still works, let's see what else it will do," she said. 
 
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I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to the evening all day Sunday. 
I was going to get a close-up view of an ultimate male fantasy ' two hot chicks battling it out with me as 
the prize. The more I thought about it, the hotter I got. For the first time, I had an idea of why April got 
so turned on when she watched two men fight and knew she was leaving with the winner. 
But I was also concerned for April. I knew she was no delicate flower, and she was plenty strong when 
she was hitting the heavy bag in the gym. And she'd been around boxing enough to know how to handle 
herself. 
But she was also a lot shorter than Carla, and I knew Carla had taken some legitimate boxing lessons 
when she was dating one of my old gym friends. Whether that was just to impress him, or if she was 
serious about learning how to box, we'd find out in a few hours. 
I kept asking April if she wanted me to do anything for her or help her all day, and she kept telling me 
she was fine and not to worry. She actually spent most of Sunday napping and lying around, which was 
good since I had to take care of some details before their bout. But eventually she collected her gear 
early in the evening and we headed to the gym. 
I used the spare key the manager had given me to let us in, and blocked the door open for Carla. As soon 
as she arrived, I thought, I'd come back and lock the door behind us, assuring privacy for all three of us. 
We went back to the locker room area, and once inside I went ahead and wrapped and taped April's 
hands, taking special care to do a good job on her knuckles since her hands weren't used to punching 
anything except the heavy bag. 
"I'll go and watch for Carla," I said to her. "You go ahead and get dressed and I'll come back to glove you 
up once she gets here." 
April just nodded. I could tell she was nervous, so I rubbed her shoulders a little before I walked out. As 
soon as I walked down the hall and back into the gym, I heard the front door squeak open. It was Carla. 
I walked over and locked the door behind her. 
"The little blond bitch here, or did she chicken out?," Carla said. 
I didn't bite. "She's in the back getting ready," I said. "Let's go back to the other locker room and I'll help 
you get ready." 
"I'm ready now," Carla said as she dropped her bag, leaned in close and reached around my back, 
making sure to rub her chest back and forth against me. She had heels on again, meaning her eyes were 
still a couple of inches above mine, and she was obviously enjoying the fact that I wasn't resisting her 
advance. "You can come back and help me get undressed. That would be nice '." 
"I meant get your hands wrapped and taped," I said as I tried to lean back. 
"When I get through with blondie, you can tape me up anyway you want," she said, "as long as I get to 
tie you up after that." 
She flashed a mischievous grin as I finally pulled away, grabbed her bag and headed toward the back. 
We walked by the ring, which I already had ready with the lights on, stools and water bottles placed and 
the timer set up. 
"You're gonna love watching me in here," Carla said as she ran her hand along the apron on our way to 
the locker room. "I'm going to look so good you won't be able to stop yourself ' you're going to do me 
right here after I beat up the bimbo." 
She was right about one thing ' I was going to love watching this. 
When we got to the locker room, I reached under the training table to grab the wraps and tape. When I 
stood back up, Carla had torn off the jogging suit she had been wearing, and was standing there wearing 
only a red thong bottom. 
"See anything you like," she said as she put her hands on her hips and cocked to one side. 
I stepped over, grabbed her at the waist and picked her up, surprising her ' but I quickly put her on the 
table, grabbed one of her hands and started with one of the wraps. "Maybe later," I said ' but it was 
definitely a distraction, having those perky breasts looking at me while I tried to concentrate on her 
hands. 
I finished and turned to walk out. "You finish getting ready," I said, "and I'd recommend covering those 
puppies up. They make too good a target." 
"If you insist," she said. "Just wanted you to see what was coming later ' besides you cumming 
everywhere, that is." 
I walked down the hall to check on April, lightly knocking before I walked in. She had her back to me, but 
I could see her in the mirror and the reflection was stunning. 
She had on the shortest and tightest pair of foxy boxing trunks ever, white with black trim that showed 
off her tan and also hugged what little bit of her gorgeous ass they covered. She had on her Everlast 
white boots and the hand wraps I had done earlier, but nothing else. She had been stretching and 
loosening up, and already had a sheen of sweat from the warmth in the gym ' which made her look 
even more sensual. 
"Wow ' good thing for me it's not the two of us in the ring again, or you'd be putting the champ down 
again," I said, trying to lighten the mood. 
"Your other girlfriend's the one that's going down," April said, "and then I'll be ready to drop you." She 
was smiling, but it was easy to tell she was serious about the first part. I pulled her gloves out of the bag 
' 10-ounce whites. I had insisted they use at least 10-ounce and had asked for bigger, to lessen the 
chance of someone getting hurt. I had also insisted on mouthpieces for the same reason, and for two-
minute breaks between rounds so I would have time to check both corners. 
While April sat on the table and I laced her gloves, she finally asked me about the fight. 
"OK, what should I do here? You're the champ, you tell me," she said, with just the hint of a smile. 
"Well, she's taller than you," I said, "so I think your best bet is to stay on top of her, not let her use her 
longer arms, and most boxers without a lot of experience don't like to get hit to the body. Once you get 
inside, just do the same thing you do to the heavy bag ' hit as hard as you can for as long as you can." 
"OK '," she said. "I really want to kick her ass bad ' yeah, for me, but mostly for you." 
My face must have looked like a question mark. 
"I want to win this for you," she said. "I got you into the fight against Duke that you probably shouldn't 
have won, and I'm pretty sure you won it for me. And you wouldn't have boxed again last night if you 
hadn't known how much I wanted to watch you fight. 
"Just knowing you did that both times got me sooooo hot, and then when you won '. Ohhhh," she said, 
her hand instinctively moving to the crotch of those impossibly-tight foxy trunks. "Now I want you to 
feel the same way ' I want you so hot watching me that when I win, you'll want me so bad you'll be out 
of control." 
She stood up and playfully started tapping my crotch with both her gloves. 
"I want you spewing cum everywhere," she said, "and then I can use her to wipe it up." 
I grabbed her gloves. "Save that thought," I said, smiling. "Give me a couple of minutes and then come 
out to the ring when you're ready. And I'd put something on up top if I were you ' don't want to give 
Carla anything to aim at." And I couldn't help but plant a deep kiss on her lips before I walked out. 
When I tapped the door and went into Carla's locker room to glove her up, I saw she had added a tight 
red bikini top that matched the thong. Her long legs went all the way down to matching red boots, and 
when I dug her gloves out of her bag while she limbered up ' her slender and toned body able to stretch 
into very provocative positions, I noticed ' I saw that they were also a matching red. She will look 
sensational in the ring, no question. Hell, she looked awesome right here. 
"Ready for these?," I said, holding up the gloves as she finished her stretch. "Like the color." 
"Can't wait," she said. "Her face will soon be just as red, and probably the rest of her, too, if she stands 
up that long." 
I didn't say anything, just held her gloves one by one against my chest as I laced them. I noticed a couple 
of nice biceps as she pushed against me, and I hadn't noticed that before. 
When I finished, she held her gloves up, indicating she wanted me to hold my hands up to give her 
targets for some shadow-boxing. I did, and she quickly took a solid boxer's stance and started peppering 
out punches ' pop, pop, pop, fast and hard with both fists. My hands recoiled some with each impact. 
This went on for at least half a minute before she stopped punching, but continued to bounce in place 
with her gloves high. 
Damn ' she knows what she's doing, and she noticed the surprised look on my face. 
"Surprised?," she said. "Your little blond bitch is in trouble. Picture her tits where your hands were. I'm 
going to have fun ripping those tittles up." 
She still had an evil smile when I walked out, her right behind me heading toward the ring in long and 
confident strides. April could be in trouble here, I thought, if I didn't warn her ' she's not expecting 
Carla to have any boxing background. But I'm not going to have much of a chance to warn her between 
now and bell time. 
Carla gracefully slipped through the ropes and lightly bounced across the ring, where she began 
punching the pad in her corner. April could hear the noise as she came into the gym area, quickly 
entering the ring and grasping the top ropes on both sides of her corner and pulling them in her own 
stretch. After my last locker room visit, she had added a tight white "wife-beater" shirt to her ensemble 
' but it was cut off at the bottom, so high that it barely covered her breasts, and wouldn't if she ever 
raised her hands above her head. 
I called them to the center of the ring, and as they walked out I couldn't help thinking ' two great-
looking women wearing very little clothing and boxing gloves, about to start punching on each other 
until one of them is on the canvas. Dammmmnnnnn ' if I didn't have to be in here with them, what a 
pleasure it would be to sit at ringside and jack off while watching. 
The stare between the two was like knives flying back and forth. They both stepped forward, chests 
almost touching except that Carla's four-inch height advantage put her nipples at the top of April's 
breasts. I had to grab their shoulders to back them up.  
"You two keep it clean," I said. "I won't interfere unless I have to, but back off when I tell you to. Settle 
this between yourselves." 
I didn't even try to get them to touch gloves. April and Carla both walked backwards to their corners, 
neither taking their eyes off the other. Carla bounced with her gloves high, while April pounded her 
gloves together, the noise echoing around the gym. April put her back against the turnbuckle, rolling her 
neck and shoulders to stay loose and making her "wife-beater" creep up enough to give me a nice view 
and another warm feeling in my crotch. 
I went over to start the automatic timer, but I took a quick detour close to April's corner. 
"Be careful," I whispered where Carla couldn't see me. "She's better than you think." 
In hindsight, I should have known better. As in every other instance since I'd met her, I underestimated 
April once again.
The timer gave a 10-second warning buzzer, and I took one more look at the stunning sights in both 
corners before ' 
DING, DING! 
Carla bounced out of her corner, up on the balls of her feet in a classic stance ' I couldn't help but notice 
how her red top and chest moved with every bounce. April stepped forward and established herself at 
mid-ring, moving but not bouncing, conserving energy ' just like Duke, I thought. She's been watching ' 
and learning. 
Carla began popping out jabs just as she had in the locker room, but most came up short as she kept her 
distance and the others only lightly bounced off April's high-held gloves. This wasn't a normal fight 
between two women who aren't professional boxers, I thought ' most times, women will flail their way 
out of control and throw roundhouse punches until they exhaust themselves in 15 seconds. 
Not these two ' they are serious about this. 
Carla kept jabbing, and one split April's gloves and snapped her head back for a moment. Carla 
immediately followed up with a right that connected on April's forehead, and moments later she landed 
the same one-two combination two straight times. April felt every one of them and had backed up a 
step. 
"You gonna try to hit me, blondie," Carla hissed through her mouthpiece, "or you want me to just go 
ahead and beat you up and get it over with?" 
April just kept swaying, bobbing her head slightly. 
Carla again jabbed at April's chin and again came over the top with another right hand. This time, 
though, April used her left hand to block, and pivoted around and planted a hard right cross directly 
under Carla's breastbone ' her first punch of the fight, right in the solar plexus. 
Carla took three big steps backwards and was struggling to regain the breath that was knocked out of 
her. April could have pressed her advantage, but instead stood there, gloves still high, under control just 
as she had been since the bell rang. 
"Can't breathe, bitch?" April said. "There's a lot more of that coming." 
It took Carla only a few seconds to recover, and she quickly went back to her plan of jabbing, jabbing, 
jabbing. She was much more careful when she tried to follow up with a right hand, but her left was 
keeping April at bay and was pushing April's gloves back into her face more and more often. 
April began taking small steps forward, hoping to get inside those jabs, but mostly wound up eating 
some of those left hands aimed at her head. Carla was getting into a rhythm ' bap, bap, bap ' and she 
was now getting a little more daring with the follow-up right that clipped across April's chin more than 
once, twisting her head and causing sweat to fly. 
A quick three-punch combination from Carla ' another jab, a follow right and a left hook ' all landed. 
April wasn't hurt, but she felt all three, and the last one shook her and she momentarily stumbled back. 
"I'm going to pick you apart," Carla said, "and then I'm going to start hurting you." She continued to 
keep her distance, and continued to flick the jab at April's head. 
For her part, April was unfazed, but she was also unable to close the gap between the two for most of 
the round. Still, she kept her cool despite the jabbing lesson, and had started slipping inside some of 
those jabs and answering with left jabs of her own when the timer sounded. 
I went to check Carla's corner first, knowing that she was unmarked. I pulled her mouthpiece and gave 
her some water. She wasn't even breathing hard. 
"You know I can keep doing this all night," Carla said. "I'm gonna keep jabbing her to death, and 
eventually she'll wear down and go down." 
"Your jab's working well," was all I said as I toweled off what little sweat she'd raised. 
"I have a lot of things that work well," Carla said, "and I'll show you as soon as I finish off the little bitch." 
I walked across the ring to April, who wasn't marked but had some redness in a couple of places, the 
result of Carla's popping jab. 
"Don't tell me ' I know," she said as I knelt in front, washing off her mouthpiece and squirting water 
into her mouth. "I have to stop her jab. But I know what I'm doing ' trust me." 
"I already know never to question you," I said. "Just be careful." 
April gave me a wink, and I popped the mouthpiece back in just as the warning buzzer sounded. Both 
women were off their stools well before the bell for Round 2. 
Again, Carla bounded out and began circling, and April moved to mid-ring, and action picked up just as it 
left off, with Carla's jabbing in steady rhythm and April having some success in parrying and getting in 
jabs of her own. But if this continued for long, Carla was right ' she would eventually wear April down. 
Which made it surprising that, after a few exchanges, Carla waved April in, daring her to try to come 
close. 
"C'mon, blondie," Carla yelled through the mouthpiece as she dared April. "C'mon in so I can cut you up 
some ' maybe make you bleed out of that worn out cunt. As much as it gets used, I'm surprised any 
men would want it. C'mon, bring that worn out pussy in here, you whore." 
Up until then, April had kept her cool, but Carla's last trash-talk finally set her off. Flush red with anger, 
April lunged forward and swung a murderous right hand at Carla's head. But Carla had expected that ' 
planned for it, actually ' and she easily ducked under April's wild swing that left her body totally 
unprotected. 
Carla sunk a hard left hook just above the Everlast patch on April's low-riding waistband, and the 
"ooooffff" of air coming out of April's mouth was audible. As she bent over to cover, Carla snapped off a 
three-punch combination that would have been the envy of some pros ' a quick right-left-right that had 
April's head flailing back and forth. The third of those punches, a solid right cross, sent April's 
mouthpiece flying as her butt found the canvas. 
I hurriedly grabbed the mouthpiece, which had gone halfway across the ring, and when I turned around 
Carla was still standing over April. The spectacle of the two ' one tall and toned, all in red and in a 
dominant position, the other blond and voluptuous, in white and down on the mat ' was visually 
stunning, and I couldn't do anything but stare for a couple of seconds before moving in to separate 
them. 
"I hope you get up," Carla said as I grabbed her arm and started pushing her toward a corner, "because I 
haven't even started to have fun with you yet." 
I started counting, "1 ' 2 ' 3." It was obvious April wasn't hurt and was fully alert ' probably got caught 
off balance more than anything else ' but she had seen enough bouts to know to take the full 
mandatory eight-count. By the time I cleaned her gloves on my shirt and replaced her mouthpiece, she 
was already ready and nodded to me before I could ask if she was all right. 
But she was still plenty mad, maybe even madder now, and even Carla's well-thought-out plan hadn't 
counted on the fury of April scorned. 
Throwing caution to the wind, April walked right into Carla and began swinging wild punches in bunches 
without any regard to defense. Most of them missed and Carla was able to parry or dodge most, but the 
longer April's attack continued, the more her punches began finding a spot on Carla's tall body. And 
since there was no pattern to April's attack, Carla was having more and more trouble defending. 
A left split Carla's gloves and "THAPP" caught her square in the nose. A low right dug into her side and 
forced her elbow down, opening her head for April's follow-up right that bounced off her temple and 
rocked her back. A sweeping left hook pounded into the side of her right breast, bringing a cry of pain, 
and as she lowered her guard to her injured tit April caught her with a right hand to the jaw that pushed 
her back. Suddenly it was Carla that had her back against the ropes, and April was on top of her raining 
punches and Carla was answering with counters of her own when the timer went off. I had to step 
between them to stop the hammering from both women. 
I went to April's corner first, grabbed the mouthpiece and water and kneeled in front of her. Her breath 
was coming in big gulps and she shook her arms at her sides. 
"I was beginning to wonder if you were going to do anything but play punching bag," I said, and April 
had a half-smile while drinking heavily from the bottle. "Just don't punch yourself out ' you'll use up all 
your energy." 
"She hasn't seen punches yet," April said, her breathing only beginning to come under control. 
"Just take it easy," I said as I finished toweling the heavy sweat off her face and shoulders. She had a 
growing mouse under her right eye ' Carla's jabs were still taking a toll ' but otherwise was no worse for 
wear. 
I walked over to Carla's corner, and she was much different than she was following Round 1. Her 
breathing was much heavier, and she had red marks over both eyes and on one side where April's gloves 
had scraped across. She'd learned a lot of punching technique in those lessons, I thought, but there 
aren't any lessons on how to take a punch ' that you learn in the heat of action, and she hadn't been in 
too many fights ' maybe she'd never really been hit before in anything past a sparring session. 
She also kept rubbing the side of her right breast where April had tagged her, and winced each her glove 
made contact with her red top. 
"Damn little bitch," she said while I held her mouthpiece and gave her water. "I'm gonna make her pay 
for that tit shot." 
"Keep your distance," I told her ' while silently hoping she would wade back into a slugfest. She may be 
more polished, but this wasn't for style points. This was a FIGHT, and I'd take April over her in a brawl 
any day. Carla didn't say anything, just cast a mean look in my direction, and I wiped a towel over her 
face and shoulders as the warning buzzer sounded. 
I could tell Carla was pissed as she stood up, banging her gloves together over and over until the bell 
sounded. 
Both missed with jabs early before Carla feinted with a left and sent her right hand over the top and into 
April's forehead before a follow-up left caught the right side of April's face. Carla had abandoned her 
jab-and-move plan and was determined to slug it out ' and even with her temporary success, that 
played into April's hands. 
April came back fast and hard, keeping her left hand in Carla's face and starting to pound both of Carla's 
biceps with hooks. She's been around boxing long enough to know, I thought ' those punches don't 
look and feel like they do damage, but the cumulative effect is that after being hit over and over on 
them, a fighter's arms weaken fast and eventually become almost useless. Carla, having not been 
around the fight game, won't even realize it until it's too late. 
April follows one of those hooks to the bicep with a left hook to the jaw, and Carla was wobbled by its 
force and tried to clinch. While she was reaching, though, April snapped a quick right below Carla's 
navel, the glove hitting bare skin sounding like a whip cracking, and followed with an uppercut that cut 
through Carla's arms and clipped her right on the chin. This time, it was Carla's cute tush that was sitting 
on the canvas, April standing over her with her fists still cocked. 
"Yeah, you like that?," April sneered as her mouthpiece peaked on her lips and I steered her toward a 
neutral corner. 
I stepped in and started a count with Carla still sitting, and she quickly boosted herself with her gloves 
back to a standing position. As I wiped her gloves, I could see the confident look from the first two 
rounds gone and could tell she was already getting tired. It's not usually the punches, I was thinking, it's 
getting hit by the other guy's punches that eventually wear you down. 
I had barely gotten out of the way before April snapped a jab between Carla's gloves that mashed her 
nose, and a trickle of blood began to drop out. April tries three more jabs and a hooking right, and Carla 
stepped back enough to avoid the right. But stepping back put her against the ropes again, and April 
waded in. Carla was doing a good job of covering her face with her gloves and much of her body with 
her arms and elbows, but those arms again became a target for April now that Carla wasn't punching 
back much. 
When she finally worked her way off the ropes, Carla was backing up, shaking her arms to try to loosen 
them up and lessen the pain. But she underestimated April's speed, and while she had her arms at her 
sides April stepped within range and delivered a quick left-right, one each into those red-clad breasts. 
She followed with more of the same, knocking away Carla's efforts to block her punches and brutally 
pounding her chest over and over amid Carla's squeals of pain. 
Eventually Carla forgot about protecting anything else and wrapped her breasts with both arms, leaving 
both her head and abs open ' a killer combination, which is what April hit her with. Another left-right 
went into both eyes, rocking Carla's head back, and April followed with a volley of punches into Carla's 
reddening belly that backed her into a corner. She was bent halfway over and April was teeing off with 
wide swinging uppercuts to Carla's face and head when the timer went off. 
I stepped in quickly as April spun around, almost dancing back to her corner. In contrast, I had to help 
Carla get her bearings, and when she straightened up I saw a cut over her left eye, blood running down 
the side of her face, and her nose now dripping blood much more quickly. She was also starting to swell 
around both eyes. 
"You all right," I said as I sat her on the stool, squirted water on her face and tried to stop the blood flow 
from her eye and nose with a towel. Carla didn't say anything, and just held the towel over her eyes and 
nose. 
I tried to pull her bikini top away from her bright-red breasts, and Carla shuddered. 
"Hurts," she said. "Take it off." I reached around and unhooked the top before pulling it of her shoulders 
and away from her chest. I could already see large bruises forming. 
I walked over to April, who was all smiles. She had her arms draped over the middle ropes and her knees 
spread wide on the stool, and was covered with enough sweat to look like she just stepped out of the 
shower. Her shorts and shirt were plastered to her skin. Damn, she looked sexy. 
"That a little better?," she said as I wiped her face and dabbed the couple of places that Carla's blood 
had dripped (I wasn't about to towel off anything else ' it looked too damn good). 
"You got her now," I said. "Just don't do anything silly, and don't punch yourself out." 
"She's the only thing that's getting punched out," she said as she suddenly leaned forward. "This thing's 
in my way," she said as she raised one arm and used a glove to pull her shirt over her head and throw it 
outside the ring. 
She caught me staring right at her chest, her nipples hard as rocks and poking out close to a full inch, 
and asked for the water bottle which I put into one of her gloves. But instead of drinking from it, she 
squirted some across the top of her chest, the water running down over her gorgeous orbs. She then 
pulled her waistband out from her tummy and squirted the rest of the bottle down her trunks. 
"Needed to cool off some," she laughed. Maybe she was cool, but I was on fire, and when I stood up my 
erection was obvious to anybody who might have been looking. Carla wasn't in any condition to notice, 
even when I walked back across just before the buzzer to give her water and check on her once more. 
When the bell went off, April almost sprinted across the ring, trapping Carla in her own corner almost 
before she got off the stool. She began the breast maul once again, this time alternating her punches 
with turning her gloves and raking the laces across the reddened flesh. Large welts began appearing 
across her breasts, and some began bleeding as the leather from April's gloves ripped across. 
The breast attack was a ploy to get Carla to wrap her arms on her chest again, and when she did April 
planted her left forearm under Carla's chin and pushed backwards against the corner. She then used her 
right to rain big punches into Carla's unprotected abdomen, one of which forced enough air out to shoot 
Carla's mouthpiece out to mid-ring. 
I collected the mouthpiece but didn't try to break up the action as April continued to pound away, her 
punches going lower and lower until Carla's thong was her only target. With Carla pinned in the corner 
and unable to defend herself, April continued the abuse until Carla was leaning limply back against the 
turnbuckle, all but unconscious. 
"Who's having fun now," April yelled through her mouthpiece. "I am going to fuck you up so bad ' and 
then I'm going to fuck you." 
April still held her arm against Carla's windpipe, holding her in place in the corner, and used the thumb 
of her other glove to jerk Carla's thong down and expose her cleanly-shaved pussy. Now with a clear 
target, April's right hand became a punching machine, pistoning hard punches directly into Carla's clit as 
she screamed with every impact. 
A combination of blood, piss and pussy juice began running down Carla's legs as her vaginal muscles 
collapsed under April's abuse. Almost on cue, April stopped the pussy punching, but instead of allowing 
Carla to slip to the canvas, she hung her arms over the top ropes in the corner, leaving the semi-
conscious fighter sitting on a lower rope and wide open for more abuse. 
The timer went off to supposedly end the round, but April paid no attention, and I only leaned against 
the ropes and watched. 
"You think that's going to save you," she hissed before spitting out her mouthpiece. "The only time 
that's up is yours." 
April started slowly punching Carla's face, lightly at first and gradually increasing in power and frequency 
until she was punishing Carla's eyes. Blood flowed from the old cut in a gusher and April's punches 
opened a new cut over the other eye before Carla's arm slipped off the ropes and she crashed to the 
canvas face-first. 
April grabbed Carla's feet and pulled her to mid-ring before flipping her on her back and standing over 
her, her boots on either side of Carla's horrifically swollen and disfigured chest. 
"Damn, I am so fucking wet," April said, as she tore off her soaked trunks and dropped with her knees on 
both sides of Carla's head. "I need you to get my rocks off right now." 
April lowered her soaking-wet pussy over Carla's mouth and nose and began to grind away, rhythmically 
rubbing herself back and forth with her gloved hands at her hips ' almost appearing to push her body 
further into Carla's face. She began biting her lip and moaning as her thrusts became more intense, 
before April let out a scream and grabbed Carla's head and held it tight to her clit as she reveled in a 
thunderous orgasm. 
Still not satisfied, April turned around and spread Carla's legs, and used the thumbs of both her gloves to 
begin rubbing between both of their legs. Eventually, those thumbs were inside both women as April 
masturbated herself and finger-fucked her now-unconscious opponent. 
"Mmmmmm, sooooo goooooood," April moaned as she withdrew both thumbs and began pushing even 
more of her glove up Carla's snatch. Eventually all of the four-finger part of the glove was inside and 
ramming deep as April was virtually beating Carla from the inside out. 
Soon, her punch-fucking finished, April stood up in all her naked glory and raised her arms in the air, her 
gloves still on her wrists, as she walked over to where I was standing. 
"I am so goddamned turned on right now," she said, one leg snaking around mine and holding me 
against the ropes as she deep-kissed me, her tongue almost raping my throat. She started tearing my 
clothes away and began manhandling my hugely-erect cock before I could fully shed my pants and 
boxers, before grabbing my arms, pulling me to the canvas and rolling quickly on top of me. 
"I want you inside me NOW," she groaned, and roughly began rubbing her throbbing clit against my 
throbbing member. Suddenly she raised her hips and pushed down, taking my cock inside her with one 
incredible stroke, and began thrusting like a machine. 
Never in any of our erotic moments over the previous three weeks had April been so physical, so raw, so 
' violent and dominating. I came in a huge volume way too quickly, but April kept her forceful thrusting, 
producing orgasm after orgasm from both of us before I went totally limp. 
I couldn't move a muscle. But April? She stayed astride me ' and hadn't even bothered to take off her 
gloves and boots. 
"That all you got, pussy?," she said, but instead of the anger she'd directed at Carla, she had a big grin on 
her flushed-red face. "Thought you were a champion ' a stud." 
She raised her arms in a double-bicep pose, her gloves pointed toward the ceiling. "Guess there's a new 
unbeaten champ now ' until you're ready for a rematch." 
I felt a familiar stirring in my crotch, which was still held firmly in place by her soaking-wet womanhood. 
"Ooooooo, I feel a challenge to the champ," April cooed. "Guess someone's in for another beating." 
 
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I had called in sick for another work Monday ' the second time in three weeks, I thought, this isn't like 
me ' and quickly fell back asleep. April never stirred when I got up and went to the phone, and that 
didn't surprise me after her levels of exertion on Sunday. Not only had she won a brutal boxing match, 
but she had experienced ' no, she had controlled ' hours worth of erotic domination and incredible 
lovemaking. 
After her fight with Carla, she had been insatiable ' in the ring, and then again later when we got home. 
I had made sure Carla was able to walk and had put her in a cab before we left the gym in the middle of 
the night. She had all but raped me in the ring, and it wasn't much different when we finally crawled into 
bed well after the rest of the world had closed down. 
I had never seen her that way. There was no other way to describe it ' over and over she would fuck me 
to an orgasm, milk me dry, then work me back hard and start all over. She was like a machine ' an 
erotic, perpetual-orgasm machine, and she went for hours. The times that I couldn't get back "up" and 
satisfy her, she fingered herself until her entire body would nearly convulse. She would stop for a few 
minutes, catch her breath, and then it was back on me, until she finally passed out from total 
exhaustion. 
I figured she wouldn't wake up until mid-afternoon, but when I got back into bed she was half-awake 
and rolled over toward me. 
"Hey, by the way, I set up another fight for you and Duke," she sleepily said. "Friday night, same rules, 
same everything '," before she fell back asleep. 
 
++++++ 
 
April eventually gave me all the details. We were going to meet at her gym late Friday night ' after 9 
p.m. when the gym closed to the public. Same setup as last time ' just the three of us, two-minute 
rounds and she would check both corners in the two-minute breaks. The bout ends only by knockout ' 
and if one fighter quits, the other can continue until there is a knockout. 
April was almost licking her lips as she ticked off each little bit of information. 
"Why so soon," I asked when she finished. "Have I treated you OK? Have I ' well ' satisfied you?" 
She put her arms around my waist. "I am very happy ' and, yes, very satisfied, as if you have to ask. It's 
just that I get so turned on watching you fight ' and Duke fight ' and when I see both of you in the ring, 
pounding on each other trying to prove who is the best man, both of your bodies, both of you getting 
hard inside your trunks '" 
She probably didn't even realize she had slid over a few inches and was slowly rubbing the crotch of her 
jeans against my leg. She did realize it when she put her hand down her jeans. 
"Ohhhhh, god, I get so wet just thinking about it." 
She quickly ran to the bathroom, and I could hear her moaning in there moments later. So much the 
better that she didn't need me to get her off this time, I thought ' after last night, I'm not sure how 
much I'd be able to pleasure her, and besides, my mind was racing elsewhere. I again had to go up 
against a guy that's a lot bigger and stronger than me, and I'd pretty much emptied my bag of tricks the 
last time. What could I possibly do to give me some kind of advantage this time? 
I thought about that all week, and by Friday afternoon I still hadn't come up with many answers. But I 
was pretty sure Duke had some for me, especially after he watched my fight with Spider Johnson at the 
old gym. I may have won, but I didn't exactly cover myself with glory ' and Spider was handing my head 
to me in the first part of that fight. Duke must have been licking his chops watching that. 
Duke had probably been thinking rematch for the last four weeks, ever since he was out, flat on his back 
after our first bout, April's knee on his chest while she gave me a mind-blowing hummer ' before she 
and I left him lying there and went back to the locker room for more erotic gymnastics. He knew what 
he'd lost, and had a good idea of what had been happening between April and I since then, so I figured 
he'd been the most motivated person on the planet for the past month. 
All these thoughts were still going through my head when I started getting my gear together early Friday 
afternoon, figuring I'd nap a while before the night ' fight night, especially since we didn't have the gym 
until nine. I was trying on a new set of white trunks I'd bought ' between the Duke and Spider fights, the 
blood stains were too much for my old favorites ' when April walked out of the bathroom. She had just 
showered and dried her hair, and was wearing a short white terry robe tied at the waist to accentuate 
her lovely curves. It didn't take long to figure out that she had nothing on underneath since the bottom 
of her butt was peeking out. 
"God, you look so good in those," she said as she started running both hands over the bright white satin. 
"Ooooo, and nothing underneath ' just like I like it." 
My brain was screaming no, I was likely in for the fight of my life that night and I needed all the energy I 
could muster. But the brain was no match for the libido ' just like my cock was no match for April's 
hands, and I had a huge erection and was leaking pre-cum before she jerked my trunks down. 
I pushed her back on the bed, where she landed on her back, and I jerked the terry-cloth belt on her 
robe to open it up and expose her in all her glory. Even after being with her for most of a month, I was 
still mesmerized by her body ' breasts that were almost too perfect, her toned abs and wonderfully-
rounded butt, stunning legs. Her blond hair was tousled and spread on the bed. I could not imagine a 
sexier creature ever existed. 
"You are so damned incredible," was all I could say before diving in and letting April lock those legs 
around me. This time, it was my turn to be almost insatiable, since I somehow found inner reserves of 
orgasmic ability and stayed hard enough, long enough to make her scream out several times. 
"Ohhhhh, yesssssss," more than once. "Give it to me, champ ' harder, HARDER '. God, don't you dare 
stop ' ohhh, fuck yeahhh." 
Maybe both of us knew that a big night was ahead, because what turned out to be our final intimate 
session was comparatively short ' intense, but not nearly the marathons that we'd enjoyed. Both of us 
pretty much napped the rest of the day before getting ready to head to the gym. 
I was finishing packing up when April walked out in the red velvet dress that she wore so magnificently 
when I first saw Duke fight and first saw her ringside, and the heels she called her "fuck me pumps." To 
say she was stunning was an understatement, even though she wasn't having to impress anybody 
tonight. It would only be the three of us this time. 
We got to the gym a little after 8, and it was pretty deserted ' the manager and maybe two other 
boxers working out. He told us the others would be leaving soon, as would he, and he gave April the 
front-door key. 
"Duke's already in the back," he said. "He's been here for a while." 
April walked toward the locker rooms. I walked over to the ring for a second, just looking around, before 
I headed down the hallway. When I got to the hallway, I saw signs once again on the locker room doors 
' one reading "Champion" and one "Challenger." 
Guess I've got the champ's one this time, I thought, and walked in with my equipment bag. 
There was nothing unusual inside, except for a note on the training table. "Remember, nothing under 
the trunks," it said. 
I had finished putting on my boots and trunks when April walked in and immediately grabbed the wraps 
and tape and started wrapping my hands. 
"You been over there?," I asked, nodding toward the other locker room. 
"Oh, yeah," April said. "He's ready ' now." 
I wasn't sure exactly what that meant, but neither one of us said anything else while she finished 
wrapping me. She then dug in my bag, pushed the safer 10-ounce gloves aside and pulled the white 8-
ounce ones out. After holding them to the bare skin above her breasts and breathing in heavily for a few 
seconds, she deftly slipped them on my hands and I held them against her chest as she laced and taped 
them up. 
"You ready, champ?," she said. "Come out when you hear the timer." She quickly walked out, I assumed 
to help Duke finish getting ready. I tried to walk around and finish limbering up, shadow boxing and 
shaking out my arms to try to get rid of the nervousness that was making it hard to breathe. I remember 
being nervous the last time, but it wasn't like this. Now I had something I didn't want to lose ' but the 
nerves were still there when I heard the timer go off. 
I walked out to the ring, and saw April standing at ringside as I climbed through the ropes. She hit the 
timer again, and while I was trying to stay loose I saw Duke come walking from the locker room. 
His trunks and gloves were bright red, and the bright color made him look even bigger than he was ' and 
he was already plenty big. More than that, though, was the look on his face ' total focus and 
determination. 
And, in contrast to our first bout, when he said a total of four words the whole time we were in the ring, 
Duke started talking as soon as we met at mid-ring. 
"I'm going to beat you up bad, little man," he said. "You caught me off guard last time ' hope you 
enjoyed these last few weeks, because you won't be around her any more after this. You won't be much 
good to anybody once I finish with you." 
"If you think you can, big man, bring it on," I said as we stepped close together ' before April put her 
hands in between and moved us back. 
"OK, boys, same as last time," she said. "Two-minute rounds with two minutes in between, and only a 
knockout can end it. I don't see either one of you quitting, but if you do the other can continue until 
there's a knockout. Best man wins'so shake and come out fighting." 
"I'm coming out fighting," Duke said as he hammered down on my gloves, "and someone's going to have 
to carry you out of here." 
He turned and went to his corner, while I stepped backward and kept watching. Why all the talk now ' 
did April tell him something about how much the trash talk distracted me when she watched me fight 
Spider Johnson? Or is he just trying to intimidate me? 
At this point it didn't matter, as April had already slipped through the ropes ' how she walked so easily 
on the canvas in heels like that, I didn't know ' and set the timer, taking her spot next to the apron and 
grabbing, almost caressing the bottom rope. 
DING, DING! 
 
+++++++++ 
 
I still didn't have a plan even when I stepped out toward mid-ring, but I figured that Duke would start 
out the way he'd started our last fight ' patient, working the middle of the ring and conserving energy. I 
was right there, as he stepped out in a classic stance and almost appeared to be waiting for me with a 
malevolent look on his face. 
This was not the time to get into a slugfest, so I began slowly circling left and flicking out jabs toward 
Duke's highly-held gloves. He still had some scarring above his right eye where he'd been sliced open in 
our first meeting, and he kept his right high and firmly planted against his temple. 
My jabs weren't having much effect ' about all they were doing is making noise when they hissed off 
Duke's own leather. But I had also been able to stay away from his early head attack, slipping the jab 
and blocking his right hand with my left. 
That was before he quickly dropped down with a straight left that split my elbows and landed hard on 
my waistband with a dull "thud." It caught me by surprise ' everything until then had been aimed at my 
head ' and also caused a quick flinch since it didn't hit far above my still-hard member, a by-product of 
being around April pre-bout. 
I stepped back and Duke came right at me, and we clinched just off the ropes. Actually, it was less a 
clinch than me bent halfway over and grabbing the big guy almost around the waist. I was more stunned 
than I originally thought, a dull feeling in the pit of my stomach, and it didn't help that Duke was raining 
lefts and rights on my head and shoulders as I hung on. 
Eventually I was able to move up and pin his arms in a vice grip, and we wrestled for a few seconds as he 
tried to push me off. 
"One in the gut and you're done, huh?," Duke said during the clinch. "You must've gotten soft the last 
few weeks." 
"Nah'pretty much hard the whole time," I came back. "Just ask her." 
Duke tried to pull his arms away again. "You little shit ' I am going to beat you up bad'" 
I finally broke the hold, and Duke tried a right hand over the top that I ducked under. That left his right 
side open, and I pivoted and landed a solid left hook just below his rib cage. It was the same punch that 
I'd hurt him with late in our last fight, and I felt it dig in again and felt the "woosh" of air that came out 
around Duke's mouthpiece. 
This time, it was his turn to step back. But instead of pressing in, I stayed away and smiled. 
"How'd that feel," I said. All Duke did was return to his boxing stance at mid-ring, put the scowl back on 
his face and flexed his left glove, waving me in like a dare. Not right now, I thought, and I kept a distance 
between us until the timer went off. 
I swung out the stool in my corner and sat down, and April was right behind me with a towel. I realized 
that I was sweating up a storm, with sweat running down my face and chest before she toweled it off. 
My trunks were already soaked and the flesh color was easily visible on ' and between ' my legs. That's 
probably why April kneeled down close. 
"Doing good, baby," she said. "Don't get in a hurry ' do what you do and you'll be okay." 
I still felt a dull ache in my lower abs from Duke's punch, but otherwise I did feel okay considering that 
he landed a lot more bigger shots than I did in the first round. But I knew I didn't want to keep 
exchanging with him, and I thought about changes as I watched April walk across the ring. 
When she got to Duke's corner, I realized for the first time that her red velvet dress matched Duke's 
trunks and gloves almost exactly. Coincidence? I quit associating anything April did with coincidence a 
while ago. She was kneeling in front of him, and instead of watching me like he usually did he was 
listening intently to what April was saying. 
When the bell rang for round 2, I came out southpaw, with my right shoulder pointed at my opponent to 
try to throw him off. It had worked well in our first fight, and I figured changing back and forth was a 
good strategy. That would negate his jab some, but I would have to be careful of his big right hand. 
Still, the ability to throw lead rights from a short distance helped, and I started peppering Duke's head 
with those rights and stepping back out of range. Every time he would cock his left to jab, I was able to 
get there first with the right, and they either pushed his glove back into his face or split them and hit my 
target. 
Bap ' bap ' bap ' my lead right kept hitting home. One flattened Duke's nose and a couple landed on 
his cheekbones, causing him to blink, and when he tried to counter I had time to either lean back or 
block with my left. I could tell Duke was frustrated, and was hoping that frustration would lead to a 
mistake ' which happened more quickly than I figured. 
I had just snapped off another right that hissed off Duke's left cheekbone, and I saw him start to lean 
forward and throw the right, which I leaned away from as it whistled by my jaw and left an opening. I 
stepped forward and threw a left hook, and with Duke leaning in it clipped him square on the jaw and 
sent spit and sweat flying. 
Duke was stunned and his legs went rubbery for a moment as I moved in, throwing wide-swinging lefts 
and rights at his head to try to take advantage. Duke had his gloves high, but some of those shots got 
through, as did quick uppercuts from each side that got below his guard and snapped his head up. 
Shocked with my good fortune, with every punch I threw seemed to be making good contact, I kept up 
the attack as Duke stumbled back into a neutral corner. I stood right in front, punching for all I was 
worth, and every punch in my barrage echoed around the gym. For the first time I heard April banging 
on the ring apron and yelling, "Yeah, yeah, get him'get him!"  
A few more lefts and rights finally forced Duke to roll off the ropes and land on his hip on the canvas. I 
had put the big man down again, and it was only the second round. 
"Who's beating who up now," I hissed as I stepped back ' but only a step or two, since I'd learned from 
the first fight that without a referee, going all the way to a neutral corner wasn't the smartest thing. 
"Get up, chump ' I'm just gettin' started beating on you." 
Duke was quickly up on one knee and covered up as he rose. I tried to continue the attack, but he tied 
me up with his arms and all I could manage were some short choppy blows to his sides that did no 
damage. But I did see a couple of blood drops come from Duke's nose and some redness around his 
eyes. I was still trying to work out of the bearhug when the timer went off. 
It was just as well ' my arms were dead from all the punching and I needed the break as much as Duke 
did. I went back to my corner and tried to shake my arms out while watching April tend to Duke, but in a 
second I leaned back against the ropes ' and I didn't even see April walk across the ring until she had 
straddled one of my legs and sat down on my knee. 
"God, you get me so hot when you start firing all those shots," she said as she toweled off my face and 
chest. "Just watching you hit someone, hurting them and putting them down ' mmmmmm ' keep it 
going, champ." 
She was rubbing her crotch against my knee and leg as she talked, and I knew watching the first two 
rounds had given her pussy plenty of opportunities to get wet and wild. She kept rubbing until the 
warning buzzer, when she quickly rose and high-heeled her way through the ropes without saying 
another word. 
I moved out quickly at the bell for Round 3, but Duke was back to his battle plan, taking mid-ring and 
cutting off the ring. He looked none the worse for wear despite the punishment from Round 2 except for 
redness above and below his right eye, and he held his guard high. Strong son of a bitch, I thought, 
because I'd hit him with everything I had. 
In fact, it was now Duke that started snapping out quick jabs, getting off before I had a chance to react 
with my lead right and popping into the right side of my face and right eye. One went flush in the eye 
socket and caused me to see stars and back up, circling left again. 
So much for me being the aggressor, at least for a while, as each of us sized up the other and waited for 
a chance to do damage. Duke was beginning to slowly press forward, but I kept shooting out the lead 
right and pushing his gloves and head backwards while keeping my left high ' a good thing, since a 
couple of his strong right crosses thudded into my left glove instead of my temple, but still had enough 
on them to turn me almost sideways. 
I blocked another of those rights and countered with a straight right that got above his left glove and 
hammered home square in Duke's face, and I could feel his nose in my glove and could tell the punch 
did some damage. I followed with a left uppercut to the body and quickly doubled up, but Duke quickly 
stepped back and covered up as blood began flowing from his nose and down into his mouth. 
I tried to press my advantage and aimed another uppercut at the bloody nose, but Duke turned his head 
and ' BAM! A thunderous right hand dug into the left side of my body under the rib cage. Duke had 
pivoted after my miss and put all his weight into the right, and it felt like it went all the way to my 
backbone. My "unnnhhhh" now echoed off the walls. 
I halfway bent over and instinctively pulled my left arm down, and Duke expected that and bounced a 
quick right-left combination flush on both sides of my face as I stumbled backward against the ropes. 
The gym's loose ropes acted like a trampoline and propelled me forward as Duke landed a powerful left 
hook on my forehead that spun my head to the side ' where a right cross awaited and landed flush on 
my chin, literally lifting me off the canvas. 
I didn't realize I was going down until I landed flat on my back, looking up at the light bulbs strung above 
the ring and trying to get my bearings. In an instant, some of those bulbs were blocked out as Duke's 
outline came into focus. I could see him looking down at me and his fists ready at his waist, waiting for 
me to get up, and with my back on the canvas I could feel a pounding noise and knew it was April, 
beating the canvas with her hands and rubbing herself against the edge of the ring apron, getting herself 
off once again at the sight of one of her fighters putting the other one down. 
"Stay there if you don't want to get hurt," I heard Duke say right as the bell sounded ending the round. 
He walked away, and I hadn't even thought about getting up until April grabbed one of my gloves and 
began pulling me up. I grabbed her and the ropes and between the two started slowly making my way 
toward my corner, and April pulled the stool out and guided me down. 
She saw I was still dazed, and began squirting water on my face and down my back, and as I started 
focusing my eyes on her she grabbed my waistband and squirted more down into my crotch. The cold 
did help me revive a little. 
"Hey ' hey ' HEY," she said as she lightly slapped my face. "Look at me, right here," as she pointed to 
her own eyes. "You gotta snap out of this. Breathe and focus ' " 
Slowly the haze began to lift, but with it came pain from a big welt above my right eye, courtesy of 
Duke's left hook in the one-two that put me on my back. I could feel it already swelling as April toweled 
off my face and held the water bottle against it. 
"You gotta protect yourself this round ' give you some time to recover," she said as she stood up and 
doused me one more time before walking across the ring. 
It didn't seem like two minutes had passed when the timer went off, but I slowly rose and waited for the 
bell. Stay away, was all I could think, and grab and hold on for a while. 
Duke certainly knew that was my plan, and he came out quickly at the bell and cut the ring off as he 
pressed forward, already throwing wide lefts and rights as I covered up. But he was too anxious and I 
was able to block most of his punches while connecting with a couple of jabs to thwart his charges. 
The first time Duke bored his way in, I was able to wrap him up as he pushed me back against the ropes 
and I slipped away. I should have done the same thing the second time, but I tried to blunt his attack 
with a combo of my own that he blocked with his left, and out of nowhere he tagged me with another 
brutal right hand just below my navel, right on the soaking-wet waistband. 
The blow all but paralyzed me and I quickly covered in almost a standing fetal position against the ropes. 
Duke knew he had hurt me several times with body shots and we were still early in the fourth round, 
and that's where he began hammering with both hands, knowing that I was in no condition to counter 
or punch back. Most of his biggest shots bounced off my arms and elbows that were tightly tucked in, 
but several pounded into my kidney areas, and I could feel Duke gradually beating all the wind out of 
me. 
It was as if Duke was saving my head for his later enjoyment, as all of his punches rained in at my body 
and chest. My ab muscles were weakening against Duke's onslaught and my chest throbbed as his 
gloves hissed across my nipples. I felt more blood on my arm and realized one of Duke's gloves had 
ripped across one nipple, slicing it open. 
Duke was bending low, one of his knees almost on the canvas, as he dug into my lower abs. Finally he 
doubled up on uppercuts to my bent-over body and I went crashing down again, my head landing just in 
front of his red boots.  
I don't know how long I stayed in that position, both knees folded against my chest on the mat and my 
forehead on the canvas, my arms wrapped around my sore body, but Duke never moved his feet. I 
couldn't see him, but I could picture him standing and waiting for me, in no hurry now that he was fully 
in control. And I could hear April screaming, "Yes, yes ' more, more ' get him, baby!" 
Eventually I came up onto my knees, still instinctively keeping my arms near my body, and staring 
straight ahead into Duke's crotch. He was sweating as heavily as I was, from the exertion of his punch-
fest, and his hard manhood was straining against his soaked trunks. He's enjoying this, my subconscious 
mind thought, and if I didn't do something soon he was going to enjoy it even more. 
As I stood I tried to grab Duke around his arms and waist, but I only collared his right arm. His left was 
free, and using his own chest to pin me, he pounded the right side of my face with repeated chopping 
lefts. None of them covered much more than six inches, but in the position my head was in they all hit 
home. 
I felt the welt over my right eye rip open against the leather of Duke's glove and blood began rolling 
down into my eye and down the side of my face. He must have hit me a dozen times in the same spot 
before I was able to get my gloves up to cover my face and stagger backwards into my own corner. 
Duke had me helpless there, almost sitting on the middle rope, but before he could take even more 
advantage the timer went off to end the fourth round. But instead of backing off, Duke stood there, 
admiring his handiwork. 
"Don't stand up again, or I will fuck you up bad," he taunted. "You think it hurts now ' you come back 
out here and I'll beat you within an inch of your life." 
April finally stepped in between and pushed Duke back, cradled me against her and managed to 
maneuver my butt off the ropes and onto the metal stool that she swung out. She immediately jammed 
the towel against my eye, and when she pulled back it was soaked with blood ' a lot of it ' and I felt it 
instantly pour down my face and into my eye again. 
"Hang on, baby," was all she said as she jammed an ice pack against my head. "Hold this here as long as 
you can." 
At that point it was an exertion just to hold a glove up to my head and keep pressure on the ice pack, 
but I did that until well after the warning buzzer sounded. I threw it out of the ring as the Round 5 bell 
sounded, and had just gotten off my stool when Duke appeared right in front of me. 
I didn't see the left hook that thundered against my eye, causing blood to spurt out and leave a trail 
across Duke's chest ' or the follow-up right that crashed off my jaw and bounced me back down on the 
swinging metal stool before I fell off and landed face-down, my face falling on one of my formerly-white 
gloves that were now almost entirely a sticky maroon. 
A pool of blood formed under my eye as I tried to push myself up to get my head off the canvas. By 
chance, I was looking right at April ' but she wasn't looking my way. Instead, she was looking up at 
Duke, who was still towering over me, and was obviously enjoying the view since she had one hand 
firmly between her legs, rubbing away. 
"Fuck him up more, champ," she said. "Oooohhhh, god ' fuck him up for me." 
I figured I was done, not getting up this time, and was starting to feel light-headed maybe from the 
blood loss. But Duke, almost on cue, stepped in front of me, grabbed me under both arms with his 
gloves and stood me up, leaning me against the corner pad and draping my arms over the top ropes. 
"I told you not to get up," he said '. "you brought this on yourself." 
Since I was completely unprotected, Duke could have sent me back to the canvas out cold with one 
more big punch. Instead, he took a fighter's stance right in front of me ' I could see the streak of blood 
from my eye still across his chest ' and proceeded to start throwing half-effort punches to my body and 
head. It was the type of punches that a fighter would use when warming up on the heavy bag and 
working on technique more than power ' not hard enough to put me down, but hard enough to hurt 
when they made contact. 
He wanted to abuse me ' drag out the pain as long as possible. 
Pop ' pop ' pop ' jabs to the forehead. Hooks to the body that landed with a "thump, thump" ' 
crosses from both sides that knocked my head back and forth ' and straight rights and lefts right to my 
chest, literally beating the air out of my lungs. 
"Unhhhhh '. Unhhhh ' no more, no more, pleeeeease," I strained to get out, and looked up. That's 
when I saw April standing in the middle of the ring, a few feet behind Duke's massive back. 
"Too late for begging," Duke said. "You should have thought of that when you were sticking it to her '" 
On cue, April stepped in and jerked my trunks down to my ankles. That's when Duke began moved his 
punches lower, eventually to the point where he was knocking my cock and balls back and forth like a 
miniature speed bag ' again, not hard enough to incapacitate, but hard enough to make pain soar 
through my crotch and abdomen every time his glove made contact. It didn't help that I was somehow 
fully erect despite this abuse.  
"Don't ever think about using this on her again," he hissed as he continued his crotch mauling until hot 
milky liquid squirted out with every punch. Duke had quite literally beaten the piss and cum out of me. 
He stepped back for a second with his hands on hips and April standing right behind, her reaching 
around and caressing his chest with one hand and stroking his crotch with the other. But the respite only 
lasted a second, as Duke stepped forward again and began pistoning lefts and rights into my abdomen 
like a machine. They started like his most recent punches, at about half-effort, but gradually increased in 
strength as the dull sounds of leather hitting skin bounced around the gym walls. I could almost feel 
Duke's knuckles inside those 8-ounce gloves, the knuckle points pounding into my internal organs as I 
retched onto the canvas and started to slide off the ropes. 
Duke again caught me under the arms and re-hung my limp body on the top ropes. 
"Time for you to get knocked out," he said, and repeated his piston-like attack on my face ' again 
continually increasing in tempo and strength. Blood was spurting out of both my eye and nose and my 
eyes were swollen to the point that I only saw slits ' enough to see the next punch coming, and little 
else. I didn't see the last four punches ' a combination of lefts and rights that knocked me sideways and 
the last one sending me bouncing off the ropes and pitching toward the middle of the ring, landing flat 
on my back out cold'. 
I don't know how long it was, but when I began to come around I could tell that Duke was still standing 
there, but in the haze it seemed like he had removed one of his gloves and his arm was hanging down. 
But as consciousness came back, I could make out two gloves still hanging at Duke's sides and was trying 
to figure out how he had a third arm. 
But as things got clearer, I realized it wasn't an arm. April had removed Duke's trunks and was in the 
middle of a hand job that had swelled his manhood to monster proportions, and I realized she had one 
knee on my chest ' the same position she'd taken over Duke after our first fight. 
"Wake up, baby," she said as I blinked to clear my eyes. "You were fun for a while. But by now you 
realize that I needed something a little ' bigger." 
She laughed as she looked up at Duke, and began caressing his log-like member with her lips. As she did, 
she pushed down with her knee on my beaten-up chest and ground one of her heels into my flaccid 
crotch. She laughed as I passed out again from the new-found pain, my eyes swollen shut. 
The last thing I heard was that laugh ' and then a moan ' and then one phrase ' "mmmmm, you're so 
big, champ" ' and one last moan '