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

At first glance, there wasn't anything unusual about the gym when April walked in. 
It wasn't unusual for her to be there ' she was there at least a couple of times a week, working out and 
hitting the bags to keep in shape. The regulars at the gym, boxers and non-boxers alike, always treated 
her with a ton of respect since she knew so much about the fight game and was friendly with so many 
very good fighters. 
They also respected that, when she did work out, it was intense and without hesitation. They were 
always a little surprised and impressed that her 115-pound frame could pound a bag almost as heavy as 
she was and make it strain against its supports. 
And, of course, they were impressed with ' well, with her. The package was an impressive one, and not 
even the heavy sweats needed in the gym in wintertime could hide the fact that she was the most 
stunning thing in that or just about any gym. Impressive as her moves were on the heavy bag, that 
wasn't the reason that April usually drew a few gawkers on every gym trip. 
The lustful looking wasn't confined to her spectators, though. On every trip to the gym, April would 
make sure to check out the "talent" in the gym's two rings. Mostly, it was the regular guys in there 
sparring, and she knew and was friendly with most of them. But she still enjoyed watching ' enjoyed it 
more than most of them knew.  
The gym was always warm and humid, and looking at the toned boxer bodies in nothing but gloves, 
shoes and trunks, the trunks wet with sweat and sticking like a second skin to their bodies and crotches 
' it made her so hot, she was many times thankful for the extra pair of loose-fitting sweats in her 
workout bag. She would get so wet that she'd have to hurry home and either attack her current lover or, 
if she was alone, finish herself off with the thumb of the boxing glove she kept handy for just such 
instances. 
Today just figured to be a Monday workout day, though. She wasn't in need of an erotic evening. She 
and Duke had staged their own heavyweight battle for much of the weekend, and she had rocked his 
world and he'd gotten her off so many times they'd lost count of the rounds. Nope, this was an evening 
to wind down, break a sweat and work off some stress. 
April had noticed, though, that there weren't as many boxers in the bag area of the gym, and eventually 
she saw a small crowd gathering around the far ring. Have to check things out when I take a break, she 
thought. 
As she toweled off some of the sweat ' even her hand wraps were soaked when she stripped off her bag 
gloves ' and started walking over to the ring area, she saw from a distance that the fighters in the ring 
were both heavyweights ' her favorites, if there was such a thing. As she got closer, she recognized one 
of them as a gym regular ' a guy that Duke had fought a couple of times and had given him a whale of a 
match every time. 
The other had his back to her ' she could tell she didn't know him, but she could tell from the starched 
white trunks and the shiny-clean shoes that he wasn't just some guy off the streets. 
About the time April got close to the ring ' as usual, she was leaning on the apron near one corner -- the 
timer went off, and the gym newcomer wheeled around and began walking toward that corner. April 
took one look, and almost melted on the spot. 
All she saw was 6-foot-4 of heart-stopping handsomeness. Curly black hair and a chiseled face with just 
a hint of stubble ' wide shoulders and a hairless chest that defined upper-body development, tapering 
to a narrow waist that fit snugly into his trunks ' not those long, baggy things, either ' the form-fitting 
ones that were cut above mid-thigh. It also wasn't hard to tell that he was "natural" under those trunks, 
not bothering with the groin protection that was common during sparring sessions. 
April watched him, transfixed and staring, as a ring attendant handed him a towel and squirted water in 
his mouth. Some of it ran down his chest ' and April watched every drop, wishing she could climb 
through the ropes and lick it off. 
She saw the stranger motion over to where a woman was sitting, and she immediately came to ringside 
and listened as he spoke. 
"Girl friend?" April asked the gym manager. 
"Nah, that's his publicist," he responded. "He's been ordering her around ever since they got here." 
He saw the questions in April's eyes that she wanted to ask, but didn't. 
"He's an actor ' apparently a famous one back in Italy," he told her without being asked. "He's over 
here doing one of those summer action movies. Supposedly he was a fighter before he got into acting." 
While the manager was filling April in on the newcomer, the timer went off and the two fighters went 
back to their sparring. And it took April ' as knowledgeable a judge of boxers' abilities as anyone, after 
seeing them for so long ' less than a minute to determine that he was no novice ' that he could handle 
himself well in the ring. God, he looks like that, and can FIGHT, too, April thought ' I have to get to 
know this one. 
Her chance came quickly. The Italian and the local fighter had been clinching at mid-ring when the 
newcomer suddenly ripped an uppercut straight through his opponent's defenses, popping his head up. 
A sharp left hook was quickly followed by a brutal overhand right, and the local went down like he'd 
been shot, out cold. 
"YES!," April screamed, not able to help herself. A couple of people in the gym glanced her way, but she 
didn't care. She just watched this gorgeous Adonis standing in the ring, waiting to see if his sparring 
mate would get up, and she grabbed a towel and a water bottle and stepped onto the apron in his 
corner. 
The Italian fighter walked toward his corner and saw April waiting outside the ropes. He hesitated for a 
moment as he pulled off his gloves, then smiled once he got a good look (again, she had that effect on 
most males) and took the towel and the bottle. 
"Thank you," he said. 
"No problem, champ," April said back. 
"I'm a long way from champ right now," he said. "Just starting to get back into this ' I've been so busy 
with work that I haven't had a lot of time to box. But I felt like I needed to stay sharp." 
Any sharper and I'd be jumping your bones right here, April thought, but she stayed cool. 
"The way you took care of that guy, I'd say champ was a pretty good description," she said. 
The conversation eventually moved away from the ring and went on for nearly a half-hour in the back of 
the gym, even though the angry-looking Italian woman kept watching them with daggers for eyeballs. 
One thing April found out during the conversation, though, is that there was nothing sexual between 
Marco (she got his name very soon) and Gina ' it was strictly business. She was his publicist and de 
facto guardian from the public and overly enthusiastic female fans ' part of the reason that she kept a 
wary eye on April. 
April also learned that he had spent most of his young life splitting time between Italy and the U.S., with 
his parents working in both countries. That's why, although he was born in Italy, he spoke fluent English 
and was as familiar with the U.S. as most natives. 
She learned that, during his stints in his native country, he won a national amateur heavyweight title in 
Italy, and most of his early movies filmed in Italy were roles that displayed his physical talents before he 
began being accepted as a legitimate actor. 
She also learned that he was in the middle of filming an action epic right there in town, and in fact was 
almost finished with his role. The movie makers were only filling in missing parts, and although he had to 
stay "on call" in case his services were needed, most of his time was free. That's why he was anxious to 
get back in the gym. 
"I need to get back in fighting shape," he told her, and fortunately he couldn't see the shudder that went 
through April's body. 
"Your shape looks plenty good to me," she said, and flashed him that look that sends most males to 
their knees. And she thought he saw a similar look in his dark eyes. 
"So what brings you to an old smelly gym like this?" he asked. "Don't take this wrong, but you look like 
you'd belong in those high-class gyms with the personal trainers ogling over you ' not that I'd blame 
them. Of course, the hand wraps sort of fit for in here'" 
Marco took one of her hands and started undoing the wrap that April still had on from her bag workout. 
Her crotch was already soaking wet before he got halfway through ' and, she thought, if you want to 
unwrap anything else ' 
"You wrapped them yourself?" he asked. "I'm impressed ' this is a professional job." 
"This isn't my first visit here," she feigned sarcasm, and was thrilled when he broke into a grin. "I just 
love boxing ... watching two warriors go into battle with their fists, one of them putting the other one 
down and proving who is the better man '" 
"And I loved watching you in there!" 
"I loved getting the chance to talk to you," he responded, just at the time his publicist finally walked 
over. April only then realized how tall she was ' 5-foot-11 at least, and almost as tall as Marco in her 
high, high heels. 
"We're going to be late," she curtly said. "We have to leave now." 
"I have to be at the studio in a while," Marco told April. "They're doing some outdoor night scenes and I 
have to be there just in case ' " 
"Will I see you again here?" 
"Count on it," April said. 
You're going to see a lot of me, she thought as Marco and Gina walked out. I'm going to set you up for a 
fight, and right now you have no idea how great the winner's prize will be. But I'm betting you'll find out. 
Marco did turn and wave as they went outside. YES, April thought ' God, he and Duke in the same ring. 
She had to run to the ladies room, not wanting the gym regulars to hear her moans and see her 
shudders as the mental picture alone gave her a thunderous orgasm. 
Ohhhh, this is going to be sooooo good '. 
 
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Duke hadn't had a fight in at least a couple of months, and the ones he'd had recently weren't that 
competitive. He was also running out of opponents that he hadn't already fought too many times ' and 
he knew how hot April got watching him fight. So he jumped at the opportunity when April told him 
she'd found a potential opponent ' a new face at the gym. 
He didn't really want to know who the opponent was, such was his desire for a fight. And it wasn't like 
Duke was going to change his boxing style ' that was pretty much set, and it had been successful a lot 
more often than not. 
"Set it up," he told her. "I figure it's past time for you to have a little eye candy." 
"It's not my eyes that are hot right now," she said as she jumped into his burly arms. "And as for candy ' 
well, let's see if we can find you something to chew on in the bedroom." 
 
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It took a little doing to convince Marco to get into the ring for a true fight ' he figured he hadn't done 
the real thing, a real bout, in so long that he wouldn't be ready for it. And if something happened to him, 
if he got hurt, the movie people would be up in arms. 
His hesitance went away when April told him she would help take care of the details, and then explained 
the ground rules ' most notably, the spoils that would go to the winner. 
"I go home with whoever wins, my champion," she said as Marco looked at her with a combination of 
wonderment and lust in his eyes. "I'm the prize for winning. The only way you can have me is by beating 
him. That should keep both of you guys motivated ' and I'll tell you right up front, I don't play favorites. 
I will just melt watching you boys fight it out, knowing that the winner will be mine." 
"Well, I guess I'll have to beat this Duke up," Marco finally said. 
April was again flushed with excitement at the thought of the fight. "Friday night OK? I'll make all the 
arrangements. You just be here plenty early ' I'll have to check you out before the fight, make sure 
you're ready." 
 
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Word had spread quickly about the Friday night bout, and a lot of the gym regulars were planning on 
being there. There was also a rumor that some of Marco's fellow actors and actresses along with crew 
members were going to attend, so April had asked the gym manager to pull out some of the folding 
chairs. 
She'd made all the other arrangements, but her week crawled by as she waited for Friday night. Just 
thinking about it kept her horny, and even riding Duke's bulging member ' one of the main reasons he 
said yes to the fight was knowing how it would drive her nuts, and she in return would do wonders for 
his nuts ' didn't dampen her desire for Friday to arrive. 
She was also calling and texting Marco on a regular basis, mostly leaving messages since he often had his 
phone off on set, and she was certain that Gina was probably screening the rest of his calls. She didn't 
care for that ' as long as he was at the gym on Friday, that was the most important thing ' but leaving 
the messages was still exciting for her. 
"Ready, champ," she texted. "Fight hard for me." 
"Better be ready," another said. "Duke will." 
"Remember what you're fighting for," in another. "I want you to be rock-hard for this." 
April didn't know if Marco got any of those messages, but she got enough responses to know that he'd 
be there plenty early on Friday. That was good, she thought, because she planned on getting him very 
warmed up for the fight'. 
 
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Friday finally came for everyone, and April was there plenty early to make sure everything was in place. 
It wasn't like some of her recent visits to the gym for such bouts ' this one wasn't a private affair. There 
would be people around, both fighters would have friends serving as cornermen and cutmen in their 
corners, and April had also gotten a friend to referee. No judges, though ' this one would only end by a 
knockout. 
But she still had things to do ' mostly making sure the locker rooms were set up. She had to make sure 
each fighter had his own private area that only they ' and she ' had access to, and she had to mark 
them as she always had. One sign read "Champion," the other "Challenger." Just taping the signs to the 
doors gave her shivers, and she could already feel that familiar heat building between her legs. 
She was in the "Champion" locker room when Duke walked in. April saw him, of course, almost every 
day, but she always looked at him differently whenever he was about to step into the ring. She would 
see his classic Irish features and muscled body, especially when he was stripped down to his trunks, and 
it never failed to excite her. And tonight, with two absolute hunks going at it ' well, as the song goes, 
she couldn't stand the wait. 
"Hi, champ," she almost purred. 
Duke went about the business of changing into his fighting gear while April gathered wraps, tape and 
the 10-ounce gloves. In a moment, Duke was sitting on the training table with only his trunks on, figuring 
April was about to wrap and tape his hands, but instead she sat the wraps beside him on the table and 
stood between his knees. She slowly began rubbing her hands up and down Duke's black satin Everlast 
trunks, and she was sure he noticed she was wearing one of the tiniest black dresses possible to match 
his colors for the night. 
As she wanted, Duke was "natural" under his trunks, and whether he wanted to or not ' being this close 
before a fight ' she could see his manhood swelling to the huge rod that she craved. 
"Want me to help you ' relax, champ?" April asked, already knowing the answer as she worked her 
hands higher up the trunks. Duke might have been a half-hour before his fight, but he was still a red-
blooded male, and few males stood a chance at resisting when April wanted them.  
She began caressing his cock through the trunks, and quickly the caress turned into a fist pump as April 
began a rough hand job, jerking cock and trunks with one hand while alternating between squeezing and 
releasing his balls with the other. Duke just laid back on the table and enjoyed being milked. 
Now with a throbbing crotch and needing Duke inside her badly and immediately, April grabbed the 
Everlast band and jerked Duke's trunks down to his ankles, ripped off her own soaking-wet panties and 
jumped on the table, straddling Duke's waist with her knees. She began rubbing her pussy hard against 
his huge member until she screamed in an orgasm, and then took him inside her and roughly fucked 
him. 
"Saving your energy, champ?," she said breathlessly. "No problem ' I'll do all the work ' We'll see if we 
can get you nice and warmed up for the fight." 
Duke came quickly and thunderously, and April felt his warm cum shooting up into her and sending her 
into another shuddering orgasm before collapsing on top of the heavily-breathing Duke. 
"Oh my god, you turn me on so much," April said after a few minutes, and both smiled before she rolled 
off him and quickly gathered herself. Duke's cornermen were going to come in and glove him up just 
before he went to the ring. 
"Time for me to go and get your opponent ready," she said. 
"I hope you're not getting him ready the same way," Duke laughed. 
April laughed, too, and walked out ' we'll see, she thought to herself. 
The "Challenger" door was across the hall ' good thing, April thought, nobody could hear anything from 
the last few minutes. She knocked lightly. 
"Come in," she heard Marco's voice answer, and she walked in ' and got weak in the knees again. 
Marco was sitting naked on his training table, one leg hiked up, that massive bronze chest and narrow 
waist covered with a thin sheen of sweat that made his skin shine in the stark lights of the dressing 
room. He had pushed the table over next to a wall to leave an open area in the middle of the room, and 
a sweat suit was next to him on the table. He'd obviously already been getting loose in the dressing 
room in those sweats, and was in the process of changing into trunks when April came in. Or, maybe, he 
was naked knowing that she would soon arrive ' 
"Been waiting for you, beautiful," he said, and April quickly closed the door. 
"Mmmmm, you do look nice and warmed up," she said as she reached for the wraps and tape that she'd 
put on the table earlier. But before she reached the wraps, Marco grabbed her arm and pulled her to 
him. 
"No hurry on that ' they'll wait," he said, and she noticed his cock starting to swell. 
"I guess they will," April said as she stepped close. "Let's see how warmed up you really are." 
She brushed her hand against his rod and was pleased when it swelled to even greater proportions, and 
April was just starting to pump his brick-hard member when he put both hands on her shoulders and 
forcefully pushed her to her knees. He then grabbed the back of her head with both hands and pulled it 
into his crotch, forcing his cock down her throat and quickly beginning to thrust in and out. 
April enjoyed a blow job more than most, but she preferred to take her sweet time before devouring her 
partner. This was a little too quick and a little too rough, and she almost gagged before she was able to 
match his rhythm and control her head moving in and out on his shaft. Damn, she thought, this guy's 
really hung ' if he'd be a little patient, I'd do things to him he's only dreamed about. 
But instead of a slow, pleasurable increase in tempo, Marco was already at ninety miles an hour, and he 
quickly let loose a huge stream of milky-white hot cum down April's throat. Almost as quickly, he 
withdrew, almost shoved her away, sat for a minute to catch his breath, and then began dressing for the 
bout. 
April was concerned at first, but assumed Marco's actions were just because of the bout he had coming 
in only a few minutes. Surely someone who looked like that ' she was again admiring his broad hairless 
chest and monstrous pecs, and the way he tapered down to a thin waist ' was destined to be a first-
class lover. If he's not now, she thought, he will be by the time I teach him a few things. 
Instead of saying anything, she again grabbed the wraps and tape, and this time he offered out his hands 
as she stood close and expertly readied his hands. He watched her work closely, and thought she saw a 
nod of approval when he punched each hand into his other palm. She was in the process of putting on 
the white 10-ounce gloves ' both fighters would be wearing the white Everlasts, which matched Marco's 
tightly-starched white satin trunks ' when Gina strode in without knocking. 
"What's this little bimbo doing in here?," Gina said. "Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for this ' 
fight?" 
"She's helping me get ready," Marco abruptly cut her off before April could say anything. 
"I bet she is," Gina shot back, and the two girls glared at each other for a few seconds before April went 
back to lacing up Marco's gloves, and Gina walked over and put a hand on Marco's shoulder. "You need 
to be careful around people like ' her, these hangers-on that only want something from you." 
"I already had a little something from him," April hissed through clenched teeth, "not that it's any of 
your business." 
"I'll make it my business," Gina said as she quickly walked out the door. "You just stay the fuck away 
from him when this crazy idea is over." 
Not on your life, sister, April thought. If he wins, I'll be with him whether you like it or not. 
She took Marco's white robe ' a little ostentatious for the gym, maybe, but damn he looked good in 
white ' and draped it over his shoulders. "God, what a bitch," she finally said while pulling the robe 
around him. 
"Yes, she is," Marco said. "But she's good at what she does for me." 
"As good as me?," April said with a laugh, but Marco had already turned around and was headed for the 
door. 
 
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There wasn't as big a crowd as the gym held for their regular "smokers," the occasional Friday events 
where they had several bouts. But quite a few people were there just out of curiosity, and there was a 
murmur when Marco walked out and climbed through the ropes. He was bobbing up and down and 
rolling his shoulders under his robe to stay loose when Duke walked out, and several in the crowd 
cheered the local fighter until he also went up the stairs and into the ring before also bouncing to stay 
loose. 
April followed Duke into the arena, behind his corner crew, and took her accustomed seat in the red 
corner near the champion ' nothing in front of her but the ring apron, which is where she usually wound 
up, rubbing herself against the canvas while she screamed for the fighters. 
The referee April had arranged for called Duke and Marco to mid-ring and went through the rules. The 
only non-traditional rule was that there were no judges, and the bout would continue until one man was 
knocked out. If either one decided to quit, the other had the option to continue until he recorded the 
knockout. 
The two both turned their backs and went to their corners, where they got a final word from their 
cornermen and Marco shed his robe at the warning buzzer. Most of the small number of females in the 
crowd let out a soft moan when they saw Marco's sculpted body ' and saw that his white trunks were 
bulging with nearly a foot of flesh tone. April only smiled ' 
"DING, DING, DING," the timekeeper sounded the bell for Round 1. 
Duke and Marco both came out cautious and slowly circled one another -- their size alone taking up a 
good portion of the middle of the ring ' and were in the "feeling-out" process when Duke poked out a 
left jab for the first punch of the fight. Almost instantaneously, the left side of Duke's face was covered 
in a white flash as Marco's right hand flew over the jab and caught Duke flush. 
It didn't hurt, but it stung ' and Duke and everyone else in the gym was surprised at the speed of 
Marco's punch. Duke blinked a couple of times and reset in his stance, while Marco grinned around his 
mouthpiece and used his glove to wave his opponent back in. 
Duke didn't bite ' even when Marco goaded him. "Come on in," he said, "it'll only hurt for a little 
while." Instead, Duke remained cool, the picture of efficiency as he slowly controlled the middle and cut 
off the ring. At the same time, he began popping out the jab ' more carefully now after he ate Marco's 
counter earlier ' with a couple splitting Marco's gloves and the other pushing those gloves back into his 
face. 
But Marco was patient, too, and with his wide stance ' his front and back feet at least a yard apart ' he 
was able to bob and weave without either advancing or retreating. Except for flicking out his left hand 
on occasion, the only punch he'd thrown was the right-hand counter, and he looked content to wait for 
Duke to make a move. 
He didn't have to wait long. Duke bounced a jab off Marco's gloves and followed up with a quick two-
punch combo, catching him on the jaw with a solid right cross and pivoting his body before popping a 
left uppercut to Marco's right side. Both landed solidly ' solid enough to hurt most fighters that Duke 
had been in the ring with ' but Marco only gave a little "unhhh ' ooofff" when the two punches hissed 
across his skin. 
Those two shots seemed to break the ice, because the last minute and a half of the first round was a war 
' both fighters unloading on each other, pounding away at heads, chins, chests and stomachs with a 
ferocity that had all of the onlookers either shocked or screaming. 
April was, obviously, in the latter group as she leaned hard against the ring apron and grabbed the 
bottom rope, appearing to almost pull herself inside the ring. "HIT HIM," April screamed, with both 
fighters likely thinking she was yelling at him. "HIT THAT FUCKER ' MAKE HIM BLEED!" 
Both were doing their best to oblige. Duke got tagged with another huge right hand that made his knees 
wobble at one point, but he came right back and popped Marco with a straight right hand that crunched 
into his face and followed up by digging two left hooks under Marco's rib cage that bent the Italian in 
half. Marco was clutching Duke around his waist to avoid any further punishment when the bell 
sounded, and he was already wiping blood from under his nostrils as he went back to his corner, where 
his cornermen went to work. 
By that time, April had made her way through the ropes and walked to Marco's corner, leaning over 
close and squeezing his thigh with one hand ' making sure to pull the material of his satin trunks tight to 
show a perfect outline of that rigid cock. Her impressive cleavage dangled in front of Marco's face, 
helping make sure his manhood would continue to fill those trunks. 
"Just like riding a bike ' see, you didn't forget how to fight," she said, and got back a small grin. 
"Remembered how to get hit, too," he said. 
"Just keep going at him hard," April almost whispered, and couldn't help but look at his crotch when she 
said "hard," before turning and walking to the other corner ' slowly and flauntingly, to give Marco a 
good look as he watched her stride away and eventually bend over in front of Duke. 
"Getting warmed up now?," she said to him. "I know I am '" She already saw some redness over Duke's 
left eye, courtesy of Marco's right glove. 
Duke only smiled and winked. 
"You had him going at the end," she said. "Keep drilling those hooks to the body ' don't think he likes 
those very much." 
She high-heeled out of the ring as the warning buzzer sounded and the big men rose for Round 2. When 
the bell sounded, both came out quickly again, but more under control than the latter stages of the first 
round. Duke jabbed hard at Marco's head and quickly tried to step inside to follow up on his early 
success, but Marco effectively wrapped him up as the two leaned against the ropes, straining for 
punching room. 
"You think you HURT me last round?," Marco hissed around his mouthpiece. "Hope that wasn't the best 
you have, or this isn't going to last very long." 
"You're right about it not lasting long," Duke said as he worked his left glove free and began to dig and 
twist it into Marco's body. But Marco was ready for his belly attack this time, and when Duke leaned 
back to give himself more room for another hook, Marco came over the top and hammered another 
hard right hand on Duke's temple, stunning the gym champion ' then another, and another as Duke 
was slow to cover up. 
It was already apparent that Marco's right was his biggest weapon, and it was plenty effective as the 
sweat flew from Duke's head every time that big right glove pounded home. Duke was covering up as he 
stepped back, his back pushing against the ropes right where April was standing ' April almost 
speechless as the two big gladiators towered over her. 
Marco pressed his advantage and kept throwing right hands, but with his size and wide stance he kept a 
distance between them and Duke was unable to clinch. Every time Duke tried to counter with his own 
right, Marco was able to block it with his left, and every time the gym champ pushed out a jab Marco 
got off first and pounded home another right. Marco was getting in the last punch in every exchange, 
almost all of them those right hands off Duke's head, and those rights were starting to take a toll. 
"You ready to go down yet," Marco began to taunt. "Why don't you just go down like a good little boy, 
and that way you won't get hurt any more." 
But Duke was hurting already ' those repeated shots to his temple having thrown his equilibrium off 
and making it difficult for him to get his guard up in time to ward off Marco's blows. And it wasn't that 
Marco's hands were fast, he could also PUNCH ' the whole left side of Duke's face was a bright red'and 
sweat would fly every time Marco connected. 
One last right hand was a roundhouse that ripped across Duke's eyebrow, opening a cut that was slowly 
trickling blood when the bell rang to end Round 2. Duke had his glove up on that eyelid when he got 
back to his handlers, and April was there a moment later. 
"Thought you said this guy was an actor," Duke said. "He's doing a good job of acting like a fighter." 
"Just protect yourself, champ," she said. "Keep that left hand high until he starts getting tired. He hasn't 
been in a lot of fights recently ' he won't be able to keep up that pace." 
Duke didn't say much, just rocked his head back as his corner worked on the cut. April walked across the 
ring, and saw Marco smiling at her as she got close. 
"How's your little man doing," he asked mockingly. "I haven't even started hitting him much yet, and 
he's looking for a good place to fall down." 
"Don't take him lightly," April said. "He's been hit by a lot of good fighters and he's found a way to beat 
most of them." 
Marco almost laughed and held up his left glove. "I haven't even started using this hand yet," he said. 
"Maybe I will this round." 
The warning buzzer sounded and April slid through the ropes next to Marco's corner, noticing that he 
never took his eyes off her nice ass. The bell went off as she reached the bottom of the stairs, and as she 
turned she noticed Marco rubbing his crotch with his left glove and smiling at her. Her eyes were riveted 
at the bulge in his trunks, one she swore was getting larger. 
Duke was more patient in reaching mid-ring this time, but with Marco's distraction it took a few seconds 
for any action to unfold. And when it did, it was very different from the last round ' this time, Marco 
was content to circle his opponent, up on his toes and almost dancing, while Duke slowly followed and 
waited for an opening. 
While he was circling, Marco began popping out jabs and keeping his distance. Duke was also jabbing, 
but his were designed to create something for his right hand ' Marco might as well have left his right 
glove in the corner, since his left went back and forth like a piston. 
It took a few seconds before others realized it, but Duke felt those left hands more than most thought. 
Marco had been taught well somewhere in his past that the jab could be a weapon if he learned the art 
of turning his glove at the moment of impact. It irritated the skin, and eventually created swelling or 
made his opponent more susceptible to cuts. 
Many times when his jab made contact with Duke, the smooth leather of his glove felt more like 
sandpaper when Marco stuck his left into Duke's face. Before long, the gym champ's left eye was 
swollen to a slit and the cut over his right eye was oozing blood once again. 
Suddenly, Duke stepped inside one of those jabs and put a left hook right on Marco's waistband, and he 
could feel the air rush out around Marco's mouthpiece as he let out an "unhhhhh" that was loud enough 
for all the onlookers to hear. Marco's hands dropped in a hurry, and Duke upper-cutted his own right 
hand under his opponent's chin, pushing Marco's head toward the lights. As his head came back down, 
Duke pivoted and nailed Marco with a chopping left hand to the side of his face, and Marco abruptly 
went down on one knee. 
The quick turnaround caught everyone by surprise ' even Duke, who stood over Marco for a few 
seconds before the referee shoved him toward a corner. 
"Actor, huh," Duke whispered loud enough for Marco to hear as the ref stepped between them. "You 
need to go back to reading your scripts, and leave the ring for fighters." 
Marco shook his head a couple of times and pushed the hair back out of his eyes with his glove before 
rising, but by the time the referee wiped his gloves he was recovered enough to wave Duke back in. 
Duke tried to do just that, but Marco went right back to jabbing and moving ' and was again beating on 
Duke's head at a steady pace when the bell clanged. 
Marco barely beat April to his own corner, and she may have been breathing more heavily than he was 
when they arrived. 
"He got lucky with a couple of punches," Marco said before April could say anything. "I'm going to pick 
him apart for a while." 
"Fuck him up good for me, baby," she said. 
April noticed that Marco looked almost untouched ' a marked contract to what she saw on Duke's face 
when she walked across the ring. His right eye seemed to be swelling by the second, and trainers had a 
wad of Vaseline crammed into the slit over his left eye. 
"Keep your hands up high," she said. "The ref's going to start watching your eyes close. Do that, and just 
wait for your shot. You got it last round, and you're going to get some other chances." 
Duke only nodded. April thought he looked tired already, but he rose quickly when the buzzer sounded 
and the bell rang for Round 4. Marco was also out quickly, and for a minute the intensity matched that 
of the first round ' neither fighter backing up and both landing heavily. 
Again, though, Marco appeared to get in the last punch of every exchange, and the last couple of those 
had Duke backing up. April watched and wondered if what she was seeing was an illusion ' it almost 
appeared that Marco's upper body was growing as his massive chest rose and fell with his breathing, 
while Duke was shrinking away, retreating, figuratively growing smaller. 
Duke's back was quickly against the ropes, on the far side of the ring from April, and she saw the 
muscles in Marco's back tighten as he began punishing the gym champ with combinations. She was 
eyeing Marco's butt when the Italian suddenly dropped his left and plowed an uppercut through Duke's 
defenses, catching him flush on the chin and sending his head out over the top rope. 
A split-second later, a big right hand hissed across Duke's jaw line, and Duke went down like he had 
been shot, his arms and gloves tangling in the ropes as he spun to the canvas. 
This time Marco didn't say anything, just raised his gloves over his head as he walked to a neutral corner 
before the ref could point. 
Those two shots would have been enough to finish off any of the gym's other fighters, but his brief 
celebration was premature against Duke. The big man was hurt and stunned, but he slowly dragged 
himself up by the ropes and was on his feet when the count reached 8. He nodded at the ref's questions 
before Marco quickly came back across the ring. 
Duke did his best to cover up, but he now had a huge ache in his jaw to go with his eye problems. And 
Marco's fast hands were applying a beating to all those areas and a few others as Duke began to lean 
heavily on the ropes. 
Marco quickly dropped his right hand and doubled up with two big body shots right on Duke's 
waistband, and when the gym champ slowly dropped his gloves in response Marco's eyes widened. 
"Down you go, little man," he said as another right hand pounded off Duke's jaw, grotesquely distorting 
his face for a moment before he went to the canvas face-first and rolled over on his back. He saw Marco 
looming over him. 
"This is now MY gym," he said, and then pointed at April. "And THAT is now my bitch ' to use however I 
please." 
The referee stepped in between and pushed Marco away, beginning the formality of a 10-count. Duke 
had barely stirred when the referee waved his hands in the air. "You're out," he said as Marco raised his 
gloves once again. 
While his handlers helped Duke to his stool, Marco walked over to where April was now standing on the 
apron and began removing his gloves. The exertion of the final round had caused him to sweat even 
more heavily, and his white trunks were soaking wet and almost transparent. April could clearly see the 
definition of the head of his cock right at his waistband, and was mesmerized. 
Marco saw her looking at his crotch. 
"You like that?," he said. "I thought from what you were saying that he'd be a lot tougher ' but maybe 
you haven't been around any real men." 
Marco saw his assistant Gina standing close by, a perturbed expression on her face. 
"Maybe Gina would like him," he said, loud enough for all to hear, while he gestured toward Duke's 
corner where trainers were still working over him. "Maybe he'd be enough man for her." 
"Are we done here," Gina yelled at the ring. "Can we get out of here now and get away from all this 
foolishness?" 
"You go ahead," he answered. "I have a date to enjoy the prize that goes along with the title," glancing 
back at April. 
Gina gave April a malicious look as she walked close, and then looked Marco in the eye. 
"Go get your jollies off," she said, "and then ditch this tramp." 
"I've had just about enough of your crap," April said as she stepped within arm's reach of Gina, and 
reached to grab her before Marco's arm shot out, grabbing and twisting April's arm hard. 
"Oooowwww," April said. "That HURT." 
Marco didn't say anything, and only walked away while almost dragging April by the arm, back to the 
locker area. 
Behind a locked door, people in the gym could hear April's screams, thinking they were cries of passion. 
Some were ' but some weren't. 
 
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Duke's jaw turned out to be broken, and he needed surgery to repair the two cracked bones and also 
had to have his jaw wired shut for an extended healing period. Friends visited him regularly ' but April 
not so much. Marco had forbidden it. 
April rarely left Marco's apartment in the first two days after the fight, and their time had been filled 
with the satisfying of desires ' almost all of them Marco's. April was no rookie when it came to pleasing 
a man, especially a fighter, but she also enjoyed the give-and-take of what was metaphorically a sexual 
boxing match ' two warriors figuratively trying to pound each other into submission. 
Marco was nothing like her other lovers ' those who had submitted to her whims and in reward had 
their worlds rocked by her talents. Marco had to always be in control of the sex ' he liked it rough, and 
when April would ask or beg for a change, he only pounded himself into her harder. Her climaxes were 
totally unimportant to him, but he did bring her to orgasm several times just with the size of his member 
and the force with which he used it. 
It didn't take long for the sex to become unfulfilling for April, but even worse she was slowly becoming 
nothing more than one of Marco's possessions. He often forbade her to do some things she wanted to 
do, and he had put a stop to her regular trips to the gym. 
Slowly, she became a running joke to Marco and Gina, who continued to work on his movie career and 
spent much more time together than Marco and April. And when they were together, he became more 
and more abusive and dominating, to the point of physical abuse. She was a person of her word and 
she'd struck this bargain, but she also knew that if this path continued, she would eventually have to get 
away from him. 
That meant she'd have to find a fighter to beat him. Duke was out of commission for a while with his 
jaw, so that best option was off the table. In fact, April knew she really had only one option ' and she 
still knew the phone number. 
"Hello," I answered. 
"Hi ' it's April," she said hesitantly. "I know I have no right to ask you, ' but I need your help." 
I could hear her begin sobbing over the phone. 
 
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What's the worst that could happen? I'd been in two fights over April's considerable charms, and 
winning one of those opened the door for a month of passionate bliss that I'd never imagined. Losing to 
Duke in the second hurt physically, but I recovered and had moved on with life until the evening of that 
phone call. 
April sneaked away from Marco the next afternoon and met me at the gym, where she broke down and 
told all the stories of Marco's abuse. She knew it would make me angry, and she was right, but she was 
still hesitant to involve me unless I really wanted to take Marco on.  
And I knew I had to do that. Nobody had the right to treat other people that way ' most notably April, 
whom I considered several notches above any other female I'd ever known. She deserved much better, 
and apparently I was the only vehicle for her to get what she deserved. 
And, honestly, the thought of being back with her, even for a short time, was damned enticing ' it was 
so erotic that just thinking about it was enough to give me wet dreams every night until what we had 
decided would be "fight night." 
We were just starting to figure out the details '. When Gina strode into the gym. 
"I figured I'd find you here," she yelled at the two of us. "The little slut can't seem to get away from the 
rest of the trash here." 
I quickly got up and got between them, facing Gina and holding April behind me. 
"You are going to leave here now, and you're not going to say anything to Marco about her being here," 
I told her. "If you say anything at all to him about this, I'm going to drag you down here one night, and a 
friend of mine is going to use you for a punching bag." 
"Your little threats don't scare me," Gina said. 
"Just try it, if you don't think I'm serious," I said. "Of course, unless you just want to get beaten up'" 
Gina turned and walked quickly toward the door. April was still behind me, and when I turned around 
she grabbed me forcefully.  
"What have I gotten myself into," she said, and again she was on the verge of tears. 
"Don't worry about anything," I said. "We'll take care of this ' and if I'm guessing right, you're going to 
get the chance to take care of your bitch friend right here," I added, smiling at a developing plan. 
She soon was smiling back. 
"Oh, God, I want you so bad right now," she said, reaching down to grab my crotch. "I want that big cock 
in me ' right there in the ring." 
I held her at arm's length, despite the protestations coming from my bulging member. "What you need 
to do, right now, is go back to Marco's ' act like nothing out of the ordinary happened until all this falls 
into place. If Gina tells him ' which I'm almost sure she will ' you need to tell him you wanted to see 
him fight again and you were here to see if there was anybody interested. It's not that far from the 
truth." 
April quickly left, and I started planning. 
 
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Sure enough, Gina had spilled her guts to Marco, telling him how she'd tailed April to the gym and saw 
the two of us together. But when Marco confronted April, she was brilliant with her cover story, and by 
the end of their conversation Marco seemed genuinely excited about another fight. 
"He's only a middleweight, and he wants to take me on?," Marco asked her. "I admire his bravery. 
Maybe I'll take it easy on him for a couple of rounds before I start hurting him. I think I'm looking 
forward to beating this little man." 
Marco was so excited about getting back into our gym ' "showing those losers there what a real man 
looks like and fights like," he crowed ' that he gave April some breathing room to take care of fight 
details. Marco had agreed on the next Saturday night, when he had a break from his movie schedule, 
and April only had a few days to get everything set up. But by now, she was good at that, and besides, 
we had to take care of planning some extra ring action one night before our fight. 
Gina was again disgusted with the thought of Marco going back in that gym and boxing ' she didn't 
want to be associated with "those kind of people." But she was resigned to whatever Marco wanted. 
She didn't think twice about responding to a message from Marco late that Friday, and was actually 
excited since it asked her to meet him at the gym on the Friday night "to help pick out some camera 
angles." Maybe he was planning on filming some of it to use for publicity, she thought ' maybe all this 
could actually do us some good. 
But Marco didn't send that message, and he was nowhere around when she walked in the open gym 
door exactly at the appointed time ' 8 p.m. ' that Friday night. And she was startled when I slammed 
and locked the door behind her, and she saw me step out from behind the door's shadow. 
"I told you what would happen if you talked to Marco about us," I said as I walked up to her and April 
also appeared out of the shadows from the direction of the ring. 
Gina saw she had no escape, and tried to put on a tough exterior. "So what are you going to do, beat me 
up?," she sneered at me. 
"I'm not ' she is," I said, pointing toward April ' and Gina realized that April was dressed in boxing gear. 
She had on the same impossibly-tight white foxy Everlast trunks she'd worn in her bout with Carla, the 
same white boxing boots and a tight "wife-beater" shirt that was cut off just below her stunning bosom. 
Her hands were wrapped and she had a pair of white gloves tied together over her shoulder. 
Damn, she looked incredible. Watching her standing there, breathing heavily, it was all I could do to hold 
back a jeans-soaking orgasm right there. But finally I worked my way back to the task at hand. 
"Here's how it will work," I snapped at Gina. "I've got gear for you back there. You're going to get in the 
ring and box with April, as many rounds as it takes until someone gets knocked out. Nobody else will be 
in here, and I'll referee and take care of both of you between rounds." 
"And if I don't do it?," Gina said. 
"It's either that," I said, "or I'll hold you in the ring and let her pummel you without you having a chance 
to defend yourself. You get in there with her, and at least it's a fair fight ' and nobody else will ever 
know what happened here tonight." 
April had slipped her gloves on loosely while I talked, and when I finished she slammed her gloves 
together a couple of times for effect. The "thap'.thap" noise bounced off the gym's walls. 
"Guess I don't have a choice," Gina said, and I grabbed her arm and led her toward the locker rooms. 
"Hurry back," April said as we walked away, "because I want this fun to last as long as it can." 
April and I had put everything that Gina would need in the locker room ' gloves, wraps and ring gear. 
April had snooped around and taken care of the sizing, so she knew the high-rising black shorts, bra and 
shoes would fit. 
"You gonna get out while I dress," she said. "Nope," I came back, "but I will turn around." 
Gina was tall and toned, but she was no fighter, and had probably never had boxing gloves on her hands, 
gauging by how she reached when I was wrapping her hands and lacing the gloves. But she still had the 
superior attitude. 
"How hard can this be," she said as she started clumsily punching the air. "If you people can do this, I 
certainly can." 
This is going to be great fun, I thought, as we walked out the door and headed for the ring. April was 
already there, and as we got close I could see a sheen of sweat on that stunning body and a malicious 
smile on her face as she rolled her shoulders and stayed loose. In contrast, Gina struggled even to find a 
coordinated way to step through the ropes, and had a tentative look on her face when I called them to 
mid-ring. 
"OK, two-minute rounds, two minutes in between to give me time to check on both of you," I said. 
"Otherwise, straight boxing rules until somebody gets knocked out. After that is up to you'" 
April smiled at that statement. Gina was too caught up in the moment to understand, and still didn't 
when they went to their corners and I started the timer. The 10-second buzzer went off instantly. 
April was banging her gloves together again, the noise filling the deserted gym and causing Gina to 
flinch. In that moment, April and I had the same thought ' this was going to be so much fun. 
 
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April could have ended the mismatch in the first round, but it was a testament to her skills ' and how 
much she wanted to punish Gina, and in the process punish Marco ' that she extended her abuse over 
five rounds. 
But they were five rounds of great fun for April, and five rounds of agony for Marco's right-hand girl, and 
that included almost a full minute after the opening bell when April's only punches were verbal ones. 
She knew she had all the time in the world, and wanted to enjoy every second. 
She even enjoyed the moments right after the bell, when the contrast between the two fully manifested 
itself. April, with her years around the boxing game, looked every bit the fighter in body, stance and 
movement. Gina actually recoiled when the bell sounded and looked more confused than anything, 
although she did make an attempt to mimic April's posture. 
"You really have no idea what you're in for, do you?," April taunted her outmatched opponent. "You 
think you're just going to get beaten up a little? Baby, I'm going to fuck you up so bad you won't even 
want to think about it, and then I'll just fuck you so much you'll never want anything inside you ever 
again." 
"I could just knock you out right now, but that would be letting you off too easy. The pain's so much 
better when it lasts a loooonnnng time, and you're going to feel that kind of pain. And when I finish 
dishing out pain with these" ' April raised her gloves ' "I'm going to make you suffer in so many other 
ways." 
"C'mon, bitch ' I'll even give you the first shot," she said as she lowered her arms and let her gloves 
hang at her sides, pointing her chin at Gina. "See if you have the guts to hit me." 
Gina took the bait, and clumsily cocked her hand back and swung. April was waiting, easily ducked under 
and planted a left hook right into the lower abs, just under the waistband of Gina's shorts. It was only 
one punch, but Gina'd never been hit before, and recoiled all the way to the ropes and wrapped her 
stomach with both hands. 
"Oooo, did that hurt? Sorry I lied," April mocked her as she walked to Gina standing at the ropes. "Here, 
I'll give you another chance," as she again dropped her hands. Gina again had a wide swing with her 
right hand, but April quickly raised her left and blocked it, while sticking her own right directly into 
Gina's face and smashing her nose. Blood quickly started dripping out. 
The blood drops were apparently a signal, as April began to pummel Gina, treating her just like the 
heavy bags that she hit during her workouts. And Gina was about as dangerous, since she only covered 
and never tried to retaliate. She tried to turn her back, only to have April begin hooking to the sides of 
her head with both hands, causing her head to bounce back and forth with every impact. April also 
pounded her sides and her kidney areas until the skin was red and raw. 
"Turn around and face me!," April yelled, but Gina wasn't interested in seeing the gloves coming at her. 
Eventually, after more hooks to her ears, April shoved Gina into a corner and forcefully spun her around 
before pinning Gina' neck against the corner pad with her left arm. 
"Now we're going to have some fun," April said as she began pounding Gina's body with her free right 
hand, seemingly digging deeper with every punch. Loud retching sounds bellowed out of Gina's mouth 
as April continued to pound away against Gina's pathetic attempts at covering up, and eventually Gina's 
arms hung at her sides, leaving her a wide-open target. 
That's when April used her glove thumbs under Gina's straps, jerking the sports bra down and exposing 
her perky breasts. April began using them as mini-speed bags, jabbing with her left and crossing with her 
right as Gina howled in pain, her breasts being smashed into her chest with every punch. 
April stopped after a few moments and mashed one of Gina's swollen nipples with her glove thumbs. 
"Marco like playing with these," she said. "I'll make sure he doesn't get to do that for a while." 
April began uppercutting Gina's breasts, but doing it with the laces out so they would rip across her sore 
areolas, and it didn't take long before her tits were ripped open and bleeding, with only the bell ending 
the first round stopping the abuse. 
I had to help Gina to her stool and get a towel to wipe the blood away. For her part, April didn't even to 
go her corner ' she just stood at mid-ring, gloves on her hips, waiting for the next bell when she could 
rip Gina up more. 
It got worse as the rounds continued. Some times, April would concentrate on Gina's lips, which quickly 
were swollen and cracked into small rivers of blood, other times she would smash her nose, and others 
she would send punch after punch into Gina's eyes which were quickly swollen to the point where Gina 
was looking out through narrow slits. Then April raked her laces across the swelling, letting loose a 
torrent of maroon blood. 
"Don't worry about your face," April taunted her during one exchange. "Marco probably knows a good 
plastic surgeon ' he's probably used him a few times himself." 
Gina's breasts would also need some work. Large pieces of breast skin were flapping as April repeatedly 
mauled Gina's tits with her glove laces, and what wasn't ripped and bleeding was black and blue as 
April's gloves pounded them repeatedly. Gina was also badly bruised below her breasts, where April had 
beaten a steady diet of lefts and rights on and below her ribs. 
But for the most part, for three more rounds, April played it smart, never allowing Gina to go down. If 
she'd ever done that, I would have been forced to count her out and that part of April's fun would be 
over. So every time Gina looked like she was ready to go, April backed off a little and hung her on the 
ropes or in a corner, keeping her upright and a target for more pain from the Everlast twins. 
In the fifth round, though, Gina was nearly unconscious from the pain and loss of blood and couldn't 
stand from her stool to start the round. So April whacked the side of her head while she was still sitting, 
sending her sprawling on the canvas and spread-eagled ' in just the position April wanted her. 
"I knew you were a cunt already, so let's just see how much of one," April said while pinning Gina's body 
to the canvas with one knee, holding one leg down with her left glove and punching Gina's wide-open 
crotch with her right. "BAM '. BAM '. BAM '.," the sound of her pussy punches echoed around the 
gym mixed with Gina's screams. 
April quickly pulled off Gina's shorts and continued pounding away at her swelling mound until Gina 
passed out from the pain. 
"Oh, no, you're not getting off that easy," April said, "'. Or maybe you are going to get off." 
With that, April began massaging Gina's mound with the thumb of her glove before inserting it, and 
before long she was pistoning her thumb in and out as fast as she could ' now winning a boxing match 
with Gina's clit. Her glove-fuck revived Gina in a big way, and Gina's body began spasming before 
erupting in a flood of juices that soaked April's glove. 
"How dare you come before me," April laughed at her ' and just as quickly she tore off her foxy 
Everlasts and planted her own now-screaming pussy on Gina's fear-filled face and mouth. "Your tongue 
better be a whole lot better than your gloves," April warned her prostate foe, "or we're going to go back 
to the first bell and do this all over again." 
Gina somehow found the strength to tongue deep into April ' the only action all evening that was close 
to an even fight ' and April used her vaginal muscles like a suction cup, alternately pulling Gina's tongue 
deep into her and letting it withdraw. The tongue-fuck soon brought April to a thunderous orgasm, 
nearly drowning Gina with a torrent as she passed out once again. 
After a couple of minutes, April stood up and straddled the knocked-out Gina. April was still wearing her 
gloves, boots and the cut-off wife-beater shirt which was plastered by sweat to the top of her breasts 
and didn't cover the rest, and she had her gloves on her hips. The moisture in her pussy from her sexy 
knockout shone brightly in the ring lights. 
Her standing there was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. I had long since quit being a referee and 
became an ogler to the spectacle in front of me ' my jeans already off and masturbating for all I was 
worth when April walked over to the stool I was sitting on. 
"Having fun over here?," she said as she put her hands on the top rope and leaned over me, her rock-
hard nipples and sweat-covered breasts only inches from my face. 
She moved her gloves from the ropes and used them to spread my legs, and begin delicately punching 
my engorged cock. In only seconds a stream of hot cum shot out and landed on both of our chests. 
April quickly straddled me, lowered herself as I entered her and felt her incredible heat, and pressed her 
chest against me. As she began slowly thrusting, pulling me deep, she said, "Hope that's not all you have 
in there." 
After not being with her for weeks, and watching the sexiest ring action ever, it definitely wasn't all I 
had. 
 
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April stayed at my place that night, the first time she'd been away from Marco since his win over Duke. 
She did send Marco a message before we left the gym, telling him that Gina needed his help to get her 
to a doctor. She knew he'd be furious, both with her absence and with what she'd done to Gina, but he 
wouldn't be able to search her out or find her before our fight the next night. 
Her "bout" with Gina and the extracurricular activities had worn us both out, and neither of us woke 
until mid-morning until she began massaging me. 
"You think you can beat him tonight?," she asked after a minute. 
"I really don't know," I told her honestly. "After what he did to Duke ' and he's going to be plenty pissed 
at both of us. I'm hoping I can use that to my advantage." 
"I really need you to beat him," April said, tears welling up again. "I don't know if I can be around him 
any more." 
That was all the motivation I needed, but I wondered all afternoon while I got ready if motivation would 
be enough. 
 
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We got to the gym early that evening, April wanting to get there and take care of some last-second 
details before Marco arrived. She didn't want to have any contact with him until he was in the ring ' 
then she would take her spot at ringside. 
Just like the night a few weeks ago when Marco took Duke out, the gym was again going to be open for 
spectators. April had arranged for a referee and for cornermen to work for both fighters, and the gym 
manager had put out several rows of chairs around the ring ' word had spread about Marco's last fight, 
and both Duke and I had a lot of friends that had gotten word about tonight's action. 
Word had also spread in Marco's movie circles, and dozens of his acquaintances were in the audience 
well before fight time ' and some of them had a "Hollywood" look about them. 
I was already in my locker room by that time ' by habit, April had posted "Champion" and "Challenger" 
signs, and I obviously set up in the "Challenger" side ' and my cornermen had already wrapped and 
taped my hands and was just about to put the gloves on when April walked in. 
"No hanky-panky this time," I said, smiling, as she put her hands on my shoulders and began massaging. 
But seeing her in what had to be the shortest and tightest white dress ever ' matching my all-white 
trunks, of course ' was still enough to get a rise from my crotch. 
"Nope," she said. "Not this time ' just wanted to come by and wish you luck, and let you know that 
whatever happens, don't worry about me. I'll be fine." 
Too late for that, I thought, as she stepped back. 
"Everything ready," I asked. "You see Marco?" 
"Everything's set up," she said. "He's in his locker room ' haven't seen him, and I'm going to stay in here 
until I know both of you are in the ring." 
"Good idea," I said as the trainer came over with my gloves and started lacing. When he finished and 
applied a quick Vaseline coat to my face, we got up and headed out toward the ring. 
"Good luck," April said, and I thought I saw her shiver once before the door closed behind us. But before 
we made it out of the hallway into the main gym, I saw a familiar face in the outer doorway. Duke had 
come to watch, and I could tell his mouth was still wired shut. 
I nodded to him without expression, not knowing how to react, and was more than a little surprised 
when he smiled and winked at me.
Marco was already in the ring, bouncing around and loosening up, when I got there. I'd never seen him, 
but I'd heard all the "scouting reports" from people who had seen him in the gym and seen him against 
Duke. And it only took one look to know that I was in for a battle. 
I wasn't going to have any trouble finding him ' he was probably eight inches taller than me and 70 
pounds heavier, with a huge chest that tapered down to a narrow waist. And his gaudy red-and-green 
trunks, looking like a shiny Italian flag, fit tight enough to show all his assets to the women on hand. It's 
no wonder April melted when she saw him, I thought. 
He eyed me from the time I slipped through the ropes all the way through the referee calling us to mid-
ring and going over the rules. Again, the only non-traditional rule was that there were no judges, and the 
bout would continue until one man was knocked out. If either one decided to quit, the other had the 
option to continue until he recorded a knockout. 
"So you're the guy responsible for what happened to Gina," he hissed after the ref finished. 
"Actually, that was her," I said, nodding to ringside where I knew April had taken her spot. "All I did was 
watch." 
Marco looked at April with hatred in his eyes ' but suddenly he looked around at me, and was laughing. 
"This is perfect, little man," he said. "I get to beat you up in front of all your friends, and in front of her, 
and then she and I will go and straighten some things out. I get the best of all worlds -- she gets what 
she deserves ' and you get a beating and I'm going to have fun giving it to you." 
I happened to glance down, and saw those red-and-green trunks stretched tight in the crotch. He was 
obviously excited about the possibilities, and with neither of us encumbered by groin protection ' April 
had insisted on that from both of us ' I could see what had to be a huge cock straining against the satin 
fabric. 
At that point, he pounded his gloves together with a laugh, and backed up toward his corner, still with a 
big grin. Maybe he saw me glance at his crotch, because he never turned his back, perhaps showing his 
endowment off to me, April and everyone else in attendance. Any plan I had to get him off his game was 
pretty much gone, along with hopes that he would be distracted. I'll just have to outbox him, was my 
only thought. 
"DING '. DING!" 
If I'd ever come out cautious in my life, this was the time ' staying away from the power that Marco 
obviously had seemed to be a plan, and wait for him to make mistakes. With everything that had 
happened in the last 24 hours, the hope was he'd be overanxious ' and sure enough, he was. 
Marco came right at me, disdaining any jabs, and head-hunted with a big left hook and a follow-up right 
before I even got to mid-ring. I had hoped for that and easily ducked under ' him being so much taller 
made that a LOT easier ' and his entire body was wide open. My left uppercut under his rib cage and a 
hard right to his left side both landed solid, and I could feel the air on my back as it rushed out around 
his mouthpiece as he made an "ooofffhhh" noise. 
I hit him a couple more times, right on the waistband of those tight trunks ' he was still rock-hard, his 
trunks tenting out noticeably ' before I quickly stepped back out of his range. I had a little smile on my 
face, trying to intimidate him a little, but after he took a big breath, so did he. 
"So, the little man wants to fight, huh?," he said as he took his wide boxing stance. "She must've made a 
lot of promises to you." 
"More what you did to her, asshole," I replied while throwing a couple of jabs that bounced off his 
gloves. I figured trying to go inside was only a once-in-a-while thing, and staying away was my best 
option. Besides, I just hit him pretty good to the body and it didn't have a lot of effect. 
I circled cautiously left, putting my jab into play and keeping his big right hand in view, and waited to see 
how Marco would react. With his wide stance, he wasn't that much taller than me, but I still had to aim 
high with the jab and the first few bounced off his gloves ' the 8-ounce ones that looked too small for a 
guy that size, and ones I knew could do damage if Marco made clean contact. 
He responded with a couple of jabs of his own that hit home quick ' April was right when she told me he 
had really fast hands for a guy his size ' and knocked my gloves back into my face. He leaned forward for 
another jab and I saw his right hand cock back slightly away from his chin, a sure sign that a right hand 
was on the way. 
I leaned in and parried his right with my left glove, while swinging as hard as I could with a right hand 
straight into his solar plexus. I could hear an "unnnnnhhh" noise and felt Marco's body quiver ' I'd been 
on the other end of a good shot to the plexus, and know they can make your whole body go numb for a 
moment. 
If he'd been a guy my size, he might have gone down right there. Instead, he stumbled back two steps 
against the ropes, and I was quickly on top of him, trying to take advantage. We were right over where 
April was standing, leaning hard against the ring apron, and I could hear her yelling, "YES, YES'GET THAT 
GINNY FUCKER'PUT HIM AWAY NOW!" 
By that point I was standing flat-footed and trying to chop punches with both hands at his head, 
watching him cover up and his eyes blink, surprised that his smaller foe was starting to punish him. He 
was leaning heavily against the ropes, bent over and absorbing blow after blow as I kept raining lefts and 
rights, figuring this was one of the few chances I'd have. Each time he'd try to grab my arms and get into 
a clinch, I was able to step back and keep one arm free, and I was still pounding his temple with my free 
hand when the bell rang to end the first round. 
I almost sprinted back to my corner, smiling all the way there, and watched Marco slowly trudge his way 
back, his cornermen meeting him halfway and helping him the rest of the way. 
My corner was toweling me off and I was breathing heavily with excitement when April came over. After 
everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, she wasn't going to split time between corners this 
time ' and that was a good thing for me. Her in that white dress was plenty enough to keep my blood 
pumping. 
"Oh, baby, that was great," she said. "Just keep beating that fucker for me." 
"Gonna try," I said, "for both of us." 
I was already on my feet before the bell sounded, and I was watching Marco closely. The trainers hadn't 
had to do much with him since he wasn't cut, and he was back to bouncing on his toes and eyeing me 
when the bell rang for Round 2. 
This time Marco didn't fly out of his corner at me ' instead, he began circling with that wide stance, his 
hands high and tucked in front of his face, peek-a-boo style, and waited for me to make a move. I poked 
out two jabs into his gloves, pushing them back into his face, and after the second I tried to follow with a 
right cross aimed at his chin, but Marco quickly raised his beefy left arm and stopped it cold. 
WHAM ' I didn't even see the right hand that crashed into my temple, but I certainly saw the stars. 
Marco had anticipated my right and was ready for it, and was also ready for his counter right that spun 
my head violently to the side and made my entire body freeze up. That was just enough time for Marco 
to nail me with a left hook and another right, both on the point of my chin, and the next thing I felt on 
my chin was the canvas. 
People told me later that I went down like I'd been shot, on my side and face cuddled between my 
gloves. 
The fight would likely have ended right there had Marco gone directly to a neutral corner and allowed 
the referee to begin counting. Instead, he stood over me, ignoring the referee's requests and then his 
shoves for at least 10 seconds before backing off. Even at that, it still took almost the full 10-count after 
the referee came back next to me to stagger to my feet. 
I spent most of the rest of the round covering up and on the run as Marco turned into an impatient 
chaser, trying to end the fight with one punch and either missing or hitting my gloves that I kept high to 
protect my head. But eventually Marco settled down, began cutting off the ring and eventually bulled 
me into a corner. 
I tried to protect my head and face, but that left my body vulnerable and Marco began pounding away 
there, rapid-fire punches. I picked most of them off with my elbows, but enough got through to push the 
wind out of me and almost double me over. Marco was right on top of me, my head resting against his 
chest and giving him even more leverage to swing his fists up and into my waistband, each one sending 
a new pain sensation through me. 
"Time for you to go down, little man," I heard Marco taunt, just before a right uppercut sliced between 
my gloves and crashed right under my chin. My legs turned to jelly and I bounced off both sides of the 
ropes before coming to rest crumpled in the corner, face up. 
Again, Marco did not back up ' instead, he looked down at me with that grin still on his face. 
"You pathetic little man, thinking you can beat me," he taunted. "Just give up now and I won't have to 
hurt you any more." 
The referee finally got himself between us and was pushing Marco toward another corner when the bell 
sounded, and I felt arms picking me up and helping me to my corner. If we had a "no saved by the bell" 
rule, Marco wasn't complaining ' he probably figured he'd have a little more fun the next round if the 
fight continued. 
"Hey, HEY, snap out of it," I heard my corner crew yelling right after they plopped me on the stool. "You 
need to look alert or the ref's gonna stop this when he comes over here." 
I could see the referee walking over, but I also saw April stepping in front of him, apparently distracting 
him ' something she was obviously incredibly good at. He never made it to the corner the rest of the 
break. 
A combination of ice on my neck, water squirting on my face and a view of April's stunning backside as 
she continued to chat up the referee helped me finally get my bearings again, but I was still a long way 
from being ready to box when the warning buzzer sounded for Round 3. 
"Stay away from him!" was the last thing my corner yelled as I stood and looked at Marco across the 
ring. He was bouncing on his toes and still had that grin, and I halfway expected him to sprint across the 
ring when the bell rang and pick up where he'd left off. 
Instead, he almost casually stepped to mid-ring, confident and cocky, and extended his arm and waved 
me in. I didn't bite, instead keeping my distance as he slowly stepped forward. 
"Come on, little man, let's fight," he yelled as he closed the distance, but before he could throw a punch 
I lunged forward and grabbed him, pinning his arms and waiting until the ref broke our clinch. He took 
his sweet time ' maybe that's what he and April were talking about ' I learned not to put anything past 
her ' before moving in between. 
Again I back-pedaled, and surprisingly Marco again wasn't in a hurry. And when he finally got close, I 
grabbed and clinched again ' and again the referee let our clinch go for a while until separating us. This 
time, after the break, Marco was a little quicker to move in and threw two quick jabs, but I slipped those 
and grabbed him a third time. Had this been a public bout, the crowd would have likely been booing, but 
since it was my home gym most of the people on hand knew me, and knew what I was doing. I was 
slowly regaining my bearings, and Marco was starting to struggle even harder to break his arms free. 
By the time the referee broke us for a third time, half of the third round was over, Marco hadn't landed 
a punch and I had pretty much recovered. I was still backing up, but at least I was able to shoot out a 
few jabs that luckily caught Marco while he was stepping in each time. By now the grin was gone, and I 
was able to duck and slip away from a couple of wild punches at the end of the round. I breathed a big 
sigh of relief when the bell sounded, knowing I had dodged a big bullet and was still standing. 
April almost beat me to my own corner. 
"I thought you were done, champ," she said, leaning over close to my face. "Guess I should have known 
better." 
"I thought I was done, too," I said, halfway grinning, and looking into those eyes ' and into some heart-
stopping cleavage -- made me forget about the pain that was still lurking around my lower abs. "Thanks 
for keeping the ref away for a little bit." 
"Don't know what you're talking about," she said. "But I'm thinking it's time you started taking it to that 
prick bastard." 
"I'll see what I can do," I said as she turned away and slipped back through the ropes. 
My corner had kept up the ice, water and massage treatment ' so far there weren't any major cuts or 
bruises to deal with ' and I felt pretty good as I stood and waited for the bell for Round 4. As I stood up, 
I noticed for the first time that my cock was also hard as a rock, either from April's trip to my corner or 
from the excitement of the bout itself. I could see its fleshy color as my sweaty trunks were already 
pasted to my body, and I knew everyone else in the gym could, too. 
No time to worry about that, though, as Marco came out much more quickly to start the round and was 
moving forward with every step. I bobbed in and out, very conscious about keeping my head movement 
going to make it more difficult for Marco to pick up. My movement also helped me load up the jab, 
which I flicked out rapidly into Marco's gloves, pushing them back into his face and irritating him more 
than they hurt. 
Marco kept stepping in, his right hand up around his face and his left hand down, and put his weight on 
his left foot, dipping to unleash a hook. I took a half-step back, something I was already doing regularly, 
and that quick move unhinged Marco's release and he hesitated knowing that his hook would either 
miss or come up short. That gave me the chance to bounce a lead right off his forehead and quickly shift 
to the right. 
His hands may be quick when he punched, I thought, but at that size the rest of him isn't as quick to 
react, and I started shooting pin-pricking jabs at his forehead and eyes while keeping my right hand high 
to ward off his jabs. I could tell he was beginning to get frustrated as my jabs began punishing him, but 
he suddenly ducked under a jab and swung a big left hook that slammed into my right side at the 
waistband, Marco grunting loudly as it connected. 
Had I not been turned slightly, I would have probably been headed to the canvas again, struggling to 
breathe. As it was, the force of the blow knocked me two steps back against the ropes, and Marco was 
quickly on top of me. 
I kept my gloves at my temples and my elbows pinched in at my sides as Marco loaded up and threw 
several big punches that made big, banging "whack" sounds that echoed off the gym walls. They mostly 
hit my arms, not doing much damage, but I couldn't stand there and let him pound on me. I again 
grabbed his arms to clinch, but as I did Marco quickly thrust his head forward, the crown of his forehead 
banging against my eyebrow. 
"Aaaawwww," I moaned as I covered by head with both gloves, and Marco shot one more right hand 
into my now-open gut before the referee stepped between us. 
When I pulled my right glove down, I instantly saw it covered with blood, and then felt it running down 
my nose and the side of my face. Marco's head-butt had opened a big gash, and the ref was looking at it 
when the timer went off ending the round. 
I was still covering the cut with my glove when I got to my corner, and by the time I sat down my guys 
were pressing a towel against my head, using ice to try to stop the blood and packing Vaseline into the 
cut all at the same time. 
"It's bad," they told me. "We can probably slow the blood down, but you're really going to have to cover 
up and not take any more shots there." 
I was trying to figure out how I was going to pull that off when April stepped into view. 
"I told you he was a shit," she said, and I didn't have any response. "Maybe it's time to give him a little of 
his own medicine ' maybe slow him down a little and buy yourself some time." 
"Maybe," was all I said ' but in my mind I was again thinking that April was once again my MVP ' and I 
wasn't talking most valuable pussy. It was a hell of an idea, and one I had thought through by the time 
the Round 5 warning buzzer sounded. My cut was still oozing blood when the bell sounded, but if this 
worked my crew would have a lot more time to do something about that. 
I walked out slowly, watching Marco, and he had a big grin on his face and was tapping against his own 
eyebrow with one glove ' showing me where he was about to aim. He knew it would only take one shot 
to open another torrent of blood and probably keep me from fighting on, so his eyes were riveted on 
that spot. 
I picked off his first couple of jabs, ones that pushed my right glove back into my eye ' but I could still 
see his right arm twitch as he telegraphed a big right hand aimed at my head. When it came right behind 
a third jab, I quickly ducked under and swung a big left hook that landed a foot below his gaudy 
waistband ' somewhere between the head of his cock and his balls. 
It took almost a full second for the pain to register on Marco's face, but when it did a big "unnnhhhhh" 
shot through his lips and he crumpled to both knees, using both gloves to grab his crotch as he went into 
a fetal position. 
When the referee stepped in, I immediately went back and leaned over the ropes in my corner, allowing 
my crew to continue to work on the cut above my eye. I knew I had plenty of time, since it was going to 
take Marco several minutes to recover from the low blow. 
Marco was still curled up on the canvas a minute later when the referee came to my corner. 
"OK, that's enough of that ' you guys are even now," he said. "Any more head butts or low blows and 
I'm going to disqualify someone." 
I nodded just a little, but never looked around as my corner men used more ice, more Vaseline and 
some butterfly stitches to close up the cut as much as possible. But I did glance over to where April was 
sitting, and she was also looking at me while one of her hands was massaging her own crotch. Maybe 
she'd been aroused by the crotch shot ' after all, I knew how she had no peers when it came to 
pounding a cock. 
I knew Marco was still down, but his moaning was starting to die down, and by the time I finally turned 
around he had made it back to his corner and onto his stool, and his crew was holding an ice pack 
against his suddenly-much-less-tight trunks. 
It took several minutes before Marco stood up, doing some deep knee bends to try to get rid of the rest 
of the pain, and the ref went over to talk to him in the corner. A minute or so later, he gingerly walked 
out to mid-ring and took a boxing stance, almost inviting me to rejoin the battle. 
I cautiously walked out, still covering my eye but knowing it wasn't as crucial as it had been a few 
minutes ago, and I also took a stance. 
"You're going to pay for that, little man," Marco said loud enough to be heard around the ring. "I was 
going to take it easy on you ' but now I'm going to hurt you and make you suffer, and then I'm going to 
hurt your girl friend over there." 
With that, both of us stepped forward ' him pissed at my shot to his cock and nuts and me angry 
thinking that his abuse of April may reach another level if I don't take him down. Marco began unloading 
big shots aimed mostly at my head, but I was able to duck under most of those looping shots, a couple 
of times countering with a quick left-right to his body as his penalty for missing me, before moving back 
out of range. 
Marco was still controlling the mid-ring area, though, and started crowding forward and pushing to get 
inside my guard. I was able to dip down and take most of his shots on my elbows, but his shoulder 
shoves nudged me off balance and made it difficult to jab my way out of trouble. 
Most of the round continued that way, Marco trying to bull me into the ropes and me trying to bounce 
jabs off his head and eyes and circle away. That became a pattern ' until he feinted another low push 
forward and I instinctively dropped my left toward his head. Marco ripped a roundhouse right over the 
top that clipped me on the point of the chin, and I fell back directly on my butt near the ropes. 
Stunned more than anything, I was thinking that I had to quit meeting the canvas or Marco was going to 
put me there permanently. I started to bounce right back up when I noticed that Marco hadn't gone to a 
neutral corner with the knockdown. In fact, he hadn't backed up an inch and was looming over me, 
gloves low. 
"Get up, you little shit," he began taunting. "Get up so I can start giving you the beating of your life." 
I half-scrambled, half-crawled away as I stood up and Marco gave chase, but he was overanxious and I 
was able to pick off the lefts and rights he aimed at my head, and I was able to connect with a couple of 
stiff jabs and a following right cross that hissed across his chin right at the bell to end the round. The 
right caused Marco to blink and shake his head slightly as he turned toward his corner. 
I did the same and took a quick seat as my crew began reworking my eyebrow area. The most recent 
knockdown hadn't hurt, and since there were no judges the times on the canvas really didn't matter ' it 
was all about who went down for a 10-count ' and I actually felt good in the way I got in some shots at 
the end of the round. I felt even better when April suddenly appeared inches from my face. 
"Just keep doing what you're doing," she said. "He hasn't had a lot of long fights, and you're in better 
shape" ' her hand was rubbing against my chest as she spoke, so I was quickly in great shape. "Use 
those legs, stay away and wait for your chances." 
I watched her slip back through the ropes, the slit on that tight white dress riding almost up to her waist 
' something that would have set me on fire had I not had a bull-strong giant wanting to pound me into 
submission and standing 20 feet away. 
Marco came out quickly again to start Round 6 and established himself at mid-ring. He was settling into 
a pattern of moving slowly forward, and for the most part it had worked. Except for when I'd hurt him in 
the first round, he had put me down three times and if there had been judges he would have been well 
ahead on points. But for some reason I was beginning to feel comfortable and I could start picking up his 
patterns, almost anticipating what he was about to do. 
And I also decided to try something I'd done with success before, and switched to a southpaw stance, 
pointing my right shoulder at Marco and making it harder for his left took to find a target and keeping 
his right where I could see it and anticipate it coming. 
I started chopping out right-hand jabs, and they split Marco's gloves more often than not as he tried to 
solve my new stance. I got off first on every exchange for most of Round 6, almost every one with a right 
lead, one catching him square on the nose and a couple landing above his right eye. Most of his counters 
I either blocked with my gloves and arms or they thudded off my back as I was turned almost parallel to 
him and closer to him than I'd dared get earlier. 
When I saw he was waiting for another jab, I dipped my right shoulder, stepped inside and picked his 
head up with a tight right uppercut. I followed with an arcing left hand over the top, directly into his 
right eye, and Marco stepped back. I followed inside again, leading with my right shoulder and dropping 
quick lefts into his jaw and eye. The short, tight southpaw slugging was working ' I was able to smother 
his open attack and get in short, chopping left hands, and I could feel Marco's frustration growing. 
I still did my share of stepping back and staying away, remembering the power he still had, and I kept 
parrying away his jabs with my right glove and stepping back from his right. I also followed over the top 
of a couple of those rights, and when the bell sounded ending the round I could see a trickle of blood 
coming from his nose and his right eyebrow was puffy. 
Through six rounds, the knockdowns ' other than my shot to Marco's nuts ' may have been three to 
zero, but I still felt confident going back to my corner. For the first time, I felt like I was on nearly an 
equal footing with my larger adversary, a feeling that April reinforced when she came to my corner. 
"You've got him questioning himself," she said. "You keep this up, and he's going to be so messed up 
he's not going to know what to do. Keep it up, baby ' I want you to fuck him up bad." 
I leaned back against the corner pad to get my breathing under control, but I could see across the ring 
that Marco was also breathing hard. Maybe April was right, and that he was wearing down some. 
That was reinforced in the seventh round, when I stuck with the southpaw stance and Marco kept 
missing with some big shots and looking to find other openings he could exploit. But he had changed 
one thing ' I wasn't having nearly as much success with the right-hand lead that was peppering his nose 
and eyes. They mostly hissed off his gloves, but for most of the round I was still setting the pace and was 
getting through with a few jabs. That was before one that grazed off a sweat-covered glove and I had 
pulled it back quickly to block what I thought was going to be a left hook. 
Instead, Marco was one step ahead, feinting that hook before pivoting and slamming a right cross into 
my solar plexus, which was pointed directly at his right in my southpaw look. It was the same punch I'd 
caught him with in the first round, and it felt like it was going through me. I bent over with the impact 
and grabbed his right arm and around his waist as he clubbed my head with his free left hand. 
Suddenly he backed off and started walking toward his corner. I hadn't even heard the bell that ended 
the round, and I walked slowly to my corner while holding my abdomen with one hand. I looked across 
and saw Marco smiling again, but the rest of the time between rounds I spent arching my back, looking 
up at the ceiling and trying to stretch my abdominal muscles to relieve the pain while my corner worked 
everywhere else. 
I must have had a pained expression on my face, because I saw concern on April's face when she walked 
over. 
"I'm sorry I got you into this," she said. "I had no right to ' I just thought that ' that'" 
"That I could beat him?" I finished for her, and then tried to sound as confident as I could. "Well, good 
thing for you that I can ' just going to take me a little while here." 
That at least got rid of the frown, and she straddled my knee and sat down, leaning close to the side of 
my head. 
"I want you inside me so bad," she whispered as she lightly stroked my chest with one hand. "I'd pin you 
to the canvas and fuck you right here if it would help you beat this asshole." 
"You're helping already," I whispered back. 
"I know he's hurt you some, but try to remember the prize," she said. "It'll be worth it when this is all 
over." 
I resisted the urge to start fondling her with my gloves, knowing my erection was already going to be 
obvious enough. April stood up and made her way back through the ropes, but her eyes never left mine 
and I was still looking over at her when the bell for Round 8 sounded. 
By that time, Marco was halfway across the ring and still coming, trying to pick up where he'd left off 
and try again to open the big cut above my eye. But again he was too overanxious and I dodged to the 
left as he missed with a big right hand that whistled through the air. I planted my right foot and 
launched a quick left hook over the top that surprised him, crashing into his swollen right eyelid. Blood 
spurt out almost instantly, making a line across my white glove and sending a steady trickle down his 
face. 
Marco felt the blood and instinctively covered up, keeping his right glove up high and near his temple to 
try to prevent further damage, while shooting out straight left jabs in an effort to continue his 
momentum. I stepped back, both to avoid his lefts and to assess the damage ' and figure out how to do 
more, now that he was cut. 
I had already decided to go back right-handed instead of southpaw, mostly to prevent a repeat of 
another big right hand abusing my body. But that was more important now, and I started pistoning left 
jabs to Marco's head and backing away after each. And the sight of his blood ' and knowing he had to 
keep his right hand high and it wouldn't be nearly as dangerous ' gave me a rush of energy. 
I kept the jabs working, but I was also stepping in and chipping away with overhand right crosses that 
laced across Marco's left cheek and jaw whenever he shot out a left hand. For the first time since the 
first round, Marco was taking cautious steps backwards and he was shaking his head each time I landed 
a right hand. 
The individual punches weren't enough to hurt him, but the accumulation was starting to take a toll ' a 
crack in his armor as he lashed out and missed with a couple of big shots, and I made him pay for that 
with quick left-right combos. 
Soon I was standing flat-footed and was chopping punches with both hands at his head, watching his 
eyes blink constantly. I was punishing him, and I was as surprised as he was as he backed up and wound 
up with his back against a corner pad. 
I could feel April pounding on the ring apron and hear her yelling, "Get that fucker, baby'get him, get 
him!" 
Marco swung wildly with a left hook, but I saw it coming and leaned back at it sailed by, and when I 
leaned back in Marco was off balance and leaning forward. A quick left hook pounded again over his 
right eye, sending blood flying again, and a right hand clipped him perfectly across the chin as he went 
crashing down on all fours at my feet. 
Son of a bitch, I thought ' knocked the big fucker down, and now it was my turn to stand close and 
watch him. I was watching the blood steadily dripping from his face when the bell ended Round 8, and I 
walked backwards to my corner while I watched him use the ropes to pull himself up and his crew help 
him back to his corner. 
I also noticed ' and I'm sure April noticed, too, since she almost ran to my corner ' that my cock was 
rock-hard and was showing hugely against my sweat-drenched trunks. 
I also realized I was dead tired, and I was holding my arms at my sides, shaking them, and my cornermen 
were kneading my shoulders hard. April also started kneading my biceps as she kneeled in front of me, 
giving me a lovely view down that white dress that didn't do anything to get rid of the untimely erection. 
"Hope you save some of that," April said as she first looked down at my crotch and then up at my face. 
"Just keep it up ' the boxing, I mean ' and stay smart and you've got this fucker." 
I was already standing before the warning buzzer and so was Marco, and he walked out slowly but 
under control. I decided to try to confuse him more and went back southpaw so I could more easily step 
inside, and I was able to split his gloves with the first two rights I threw. Whether it was luck or fate, 
Marco shifted his head just when I threw the first right, and it crashed directly into his nose, smashing it 
flat, sweat flying and sending blood out of both nostrils. 
As he shifted away, my second right went straight into his right eyelid, hissing across the skin, and the 
flow of blood there began anew, rolling down heavy into his eye. 
Marco again brought his right hand up high, both as a defense and to use the thumb to clear the blood, 
but that only added to his vision problems. I started jerking right uppercuts off his chest and chin and 
following with slicing left hands that tore at a face that was starting to swell along with the blood. I was 
hurting him and he knew it, and he started backing up ' but I kept the distance between us the same 
and continued a two-handed assault with tightly-grouped punches. 
I could almost feel my energy level growing, and could feel the energy flowing out of him. For the first 
time, I felt like I could take him out, and that he knew that. 
We were at mid-ring when I slipped his jab, and his follow right hand to my body hit home but didn't 
have much on it. I turned back to an orthodox stance and was able to body up and muscle his bulk to the 
ropes as we clinched. 
Once there, I pushed off slightly and dug two left hooks deep into his right side ' an open area since had 
to keep his right hand high to protect his eye and nose. I felt them sink in ' and for some reason I had 
visions of the first time I saw April and how she sunk her gloves into the heavy bag on the other side of 
the gym. She would enjoy digging her fists into Marco like this' 
I shifted my weight and was digging right hands into his body, and could feel the ab muscles caving in. 
"Little man's beating the fuck out of you," I hissed at Marco as another right hand pounded in and I felt 
air rush out of his lips. The hardness of his body was almost gone ' just like it was well below his 
waistband. "You're just a big pussy," I said, "and I really like to fuck pussies." 
Marco tried to huddle forward, but a big uppercut under his chin took care of that and I was able to 
push him upward with my left arm under his and open up his body again. I was almost holding him in 
place with my left and punching with my right, mostly around that waistband and a couple just a little 
bit under, just so I could feel his body shudder. I knew the ref wasn't going to say or do anything at this 
point. 
It was almost an erotic sensation ' my left hand uppercutting him under his rib cage and feeling the 
convulsion on his insides when they hit home. One last one drew a retching sound from him, and he 
dropped his right hand to cover his black-and-blue belly. I hit him with a hard right hand under his chin, 
raising it up and making that eye and nose a wide-open target, and my left hook pounded into his face 
just at the bell rang. 
Marco was sitting heavily on the ropes, his eyes not focused, and didn't move until his cornermen got 
there. Before they did, I leaned in close. 
"Don't even think about quitting," I whispered to him. "I want you to come back out here so I can fuck 
you up the way you tried to fuck April up. I'll come to your corner and beat you senseless on your stool if 
I have to." 
I backed up and went to my corner, where my crew was all smiles and April was already close by. While 
the cornermen rubbed my shoulders and toweled me off, April straddled my legs and sat down ' and 
she didn't care who was watching. 
"God, I want your cock so bad right now," she said as she ground her hips. "I am going to rock your 
fucking world right here as soon as you take this asshole out. Cut him up some more for me, baby." 
It was then that she grabbed one of my gloves, and that's when I noticed how much blood ' Marco's 
blood ' was on them. She quickly licked it once, and it was wet enough where I could see a streak of her 
saliva. 
"Hit him with this one first," she said, still holding my right glove, "right in the fucking face." 
She was still astride me when the buzzer went off, and both of us quickly got to our feet and she 
scrambled out of the ring. That's when I first looked across at Marco, who was still on his stool, leaning 
back against the corner with his eyes closed. I thought for a moment that it was over, and that he wasn't 
going to get up, but when the bell rang he slowly rose and took a stance after taking a couple of steps 
forward. 
OK, so he wasn't a quitter, so he had one redeemable quality ' but that wasn't going to stop me from 
finishing him off. I walked quickly to him and saw his face was a mess ' the cut over his eye was still 
oozing blood and was hugely swollen, and his corner hadn't been able to stop the blood from his nose. It 
would have been an easy target, and my first two right hands were sent just like April had asked ' into 
his face, so her saliva was pounded into one of those hurts. 
I already knew his face was messed up enough that his acting appearances would be curtailed for a 
while, but I wanted his body to hurt, too ' maybe even more, because that's where he would 
remember, down deep in his gut, that my fists had hurt him. But instead of working the front and at the 
waistband where he was already bruised and red, I started pounding back behind the elbows that he 
had tucked in tight across his front, hammering at the ribs and the liver. Sweat was pouring off me as I 
kept tensing and throwing punches, leaning into them with everything I had left. My gloves pounded 
and bounced off as Marco sat on the ropes, legs trembling and ready to go. 
Now I know how April felt when she watched this, I thought ' she had said how hot she got when one 
man took control over the other and beat on him, and now I felt that way. I was almost hoping he would 
never go down, so I could keep punching him, but one of my left hands dug between his hip and lower 
ribs and made him lurch to the side, grabbing the ropes on his way to the canvas. 
If it had been a fighter I respected, I would have backed off and let him go down. But after what he'd 
done ' I couldn't resist one last straight right into his wide-open face, the blood spurting as he dropped 
to his side and rolled onto his back. 
The ref finally pulled me away and went through the formality of counting to 10, but his corner crew and 
mine were both in the ring before he finished counting. Marco's guys didn't even stop at his corner ' 
instead, one guy got under each arm and walked him through the ropes, out of the ring and out the gym 
door where I assume a car was waiting. 
That was just as well, because the rest of the gym was celebrating. I was ready to celebrate, too ' 
except that I was tired to the bone and could barely lift either arm, having thrown so many punches over 
the last three rounds. I kept having people congratulate me, but it was all pretty much a blur until I 
bumped into Duke right after I made my way through the ropes and down the steps. 
He actually had a smile on his face, and when he grinned I could see the wires in his mouth that were 
holding his broken jaw together. 
"Looks like the two of us are going to have another fight," he said. 
"Guess so," was all I could muster at that point. "Going to be a while before either one of us is ready for 
that, I guess." 
"I'll be ready," he said, the grin now gone, and he walked away, yelling over his shoulder, "same prize as 
before." 
April ' where the hell was she? After what she'd said in between the last couple of rounds, I figured she 
wouldn't let me out of her sight. And I wanted badly to see the sight of her, more than anything right 
now. 
I walked back with my cornermen toward the locker rooms, and I saw that the "Challenger" sign had 
already been switched to "Champion." But on that sign there was a handwritten scrawl at the bottom 
that read, "Everyone else STAY OUT!" 
"Guess we better do what she says, guys," I said to my crew. "Thanks '" before they walked away and I 
opened the locker room door. 
Sure enough, April was there, on the training room table, naked and in all her splendor. Her body shone 
so much that she must have oiled herself up, with the light directly over the table making her look more 
like a bronze goddess. And I couldn't help but notice, since she had one leg cocked up on the table, the 
beads of her juices surrounding her hugely-wet pussy, reflecting that light. 
I walked to the table, and she quickly stood and jerked my sweat-drenched trunks down to my ankles. 
And as I stepped out of them, she turned me around and pushed me onto the table in a sitting position 
' where she quickly joined me. 
"You're about to get fucked like you never have in your life," she said as she slid her knees on both sides 
of my body and began pushing against my incredibly-hard cock. "Before I'm finished, you're going to be 
screaming for me to stop, but I'm not going to." 
She quickly thrust her hips forward, and my cock popped into her wetness so quickly that I let out a 
moan that could be heard in the gym. 
"And I'm going to keep you so hard '" she said as she began riding me. "You just don't pass out on me." 
"Not a chance," I said, my gloves grabbing hard on her ass as she started thrusting. Even with the leather 
still on my fists, I could feel the contrast ' the softness of her stunning butt and the forcefulness in the 
way she pounded her pussy onto my rock-hard pole. 
I was still covered with sweat and a mixture of my blood and Marco's, his coming as the product of me 
punching him over the last few rounds. But that was nothing like the beating that my dick was taking. I 
already knew April was pretty intense when it came to lovemaking, but I had never seen her quite like 
this. It was like she was in a trance, such was her concentration. She was so physical and forceful, 
making sure it was her that was doing the fucking, and I wasn't complaining. 
April may have had her eyes closed, but I was getting an eyeful. She was biting her lip in pleasure, and 
her stunning and perfect breasts were bouncing so sexily with each thrust. If my cock hadn't already 
been up in her mound, just the sight of her gyrations would have been enough to get me stiff and make 
me forget about the war I'd just been through. 
Her crotch was soaking wet ' and I was rapidly joining her in wetness. 
"Cum up in me, champ," April almost moaned. "The champ is going to cum over and over, and I'm going 
to make you keep cumming." 
She was right. I had already shot off into her, and after a fight like I just had and one intense orgasm I 
would normally have been flaccid and done. But being with April again, seeing her stunning self and 
feeling her on top of me, I knew I could go all night. And even better, I knew that as soon as her attack 
on my cock slowed down, I still had plenty left to turn the tables on that training table ' roll her over 
and do some pounding of my own into her. 
But right then, there wasn't any letup in sight. April was insane with pleasure as she rhythmically slid her 
clit up and down on me, plunging herself deep on my member. Her hair was flying and she tilted her 
head back, looking up at the ceiling as she kept grinding. 
"Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned as my cum spurted up into her again as she induced another orgasm from me. 
"God, you are so incredible." 
"I'm just getting started," April said. "You're going the full 12 rounds here, and there won't be a referee 
around to stop the bout if you start going down." 
I felt the muscles inside her pussy, working my cock, milking me. "Don't think that's going to happen," 
was all I could say. Damned if she wasn't right ' she really could keep me hard. 
 
++++++ 
 
Nobody in the gym ever saw Marco around there again. A couple of people told me they saw him in the 
middle of a movie set that blocked off some streets a week after our right, and he didn't look any the 
worse for wear. Movie makeup can hide a lot, was the first thing I thought. 
I did see Duke fairly regularly at the gym, though. He was there working out, his jaw starting to heal but 
still not enough to do any work in the ring. But I knew it wouldn't be long before we'd have to rumble 
again with the sexiest boxing fan ever as the prize once again. 
April was also frequenting the gym fairly regularly, checking out all the talent in the rings (just watching 
the fighters made her wet) and keeping that incredibly taut body toned. She knew I enjoyed watching 
her hit the bags and going through the rest of her workout, and it never failed that we'd have incredible, 
passionate and intense sex right after getting home from the gym. A couple of times, we didn't even 
make it out of the shower before one of us was all over the other one ' sucking on her tits and licking 
her pussy while the water from the shower ran down her body was something I could never tire of. 
But I knew April was at the gym for another reason. She was making sure I stayed in fighting shape, and 
was monitoring Duke's recovery. As soon as Duke's jaw was fully healed and the doctor cleared him, she 
was going to set up another bout between us ' and my win over Marco aside, I still remembered how 
much Duke had abused me in our last bout. 
The thought of climbing back in with him again wasn't really appealing. But when it came to pairing up 
her fighters for her enjoyment and sexual fulfillment, April was an irresistible force. So it didn't come as 
a surprise when I found her picture in my gym locker one day. 
She was naked, her body stunningly displayed, and she had a pair of boxing gloves tied together and 
tossed over her shoulder, one glove next to her lovely breast. "Next Friday night," was handwritten at 
the bottom of the picture, "you and Duke. Here's the prize. Fuck him up for me, baby." 
All I could think about was getting ready for Friday, and how I could keep that prize for myself.
++++++
The week flew by, mostly since I was trying to stay busy to keep my mind off the Friday fight and trying 
to stay sharp with some short gym sessions. April was at the gym a couple of those times, doing some 
working out but I think mostly to keep tabs on me ' making sure I was ready for Friday. Of course, every 
time she caught me staring at her, she'd do something to get me hot ' rub her crotch, fondle a breast or 
just toss her hair, it didn't matter because it worked. 
By the time we both got back home, it was all I could do not to tackle her before I even said hello. She 
was either deliberately being more sensual and sexy than normal (a tough task), or I was subconsciously 
worried that she wasn't going to be around after Friday, but either way I spent the week lusting for her 
when she wasn't around. 
And when she was there, our intimacy was at another level. It wasn't lovemaking ' it was screwing, 
fucking hard, with both of us so intensely wanting to consume the other that neither of us wanted to 
stop. We pushed ourselves beyond exhaustion, each of us trying to simultaneously please and 
overwhelm the other. 
I knew I shouldn't have been so physical, since I was going to need all my strength and endurance on 
Friday against a monstrous guy like Duke. But no male could resist April ' she was one of those rare 
women that you wanted to be with ' and be inside ' more and more the longer you were around her. 
And, damn, if it was possible she looked even more spectacular as the week went along. 
It was the Tuesday night, three days before the fight, when I got home from the gym. April had been 
there for a while, standing just away from the ring and watching me do some light sparring with a 
buddy, and was wearing a tight spaghetti-strap white top and the shortest, tightest white shorts ever. 
She had drawn a crowd when she was working the heavy bag earlier, and it wasn't for her punching 
prowess. 
Between rounds I'd glance over to where she was, and she would reach between her legs and start 
rubbing herself. I got so hard inside my protector that I was having to constantly readjust the package 
and was worried it may start poking out the top. 
But one time I looked over and she was gone. I was a little concerned until I got home and saw a note 
taped on the door. It had two words that looked like they were quickly scrawled, "Bedroom. Now!" 
When I walked in the bedroom, she was laying on her back, naked on top of the sheets. To say she 
looked unbelievable was a huge understatement, and I could literally smell her excitement all over the 
room. She had already brought herself to orgasm ' probably several times ' and when I got to the foot 
of the bed I could see small drops of her wetness all around her pussy. Damn '. 
"I need you inside me right now," she said, and it took me about five seconds to strip my sweats and 
climb over the foot of the bed. She grabbed me as quick as I could get to her, pulled me on top of her 
and hissed, "I want you to fuck me harder than you've ever fucked anything in your life. Pound me over 
and over, shoot your cum into me and don't you dare stop. I'll get you back hard if you start ' losing it." 
I didn't need much of an invitation. I was already as excited as I'd ever been, and since she was already 
so wet and hot I was quickly thrusting hard into her ' hard enough that I would have been worried 
about hurting her had she not given implicit directions. That, and the fact that she kept screaming, 
"Harder ' harder ' come on, baby, use that big cock ' fuck me MORE!" 
It went on for what seemed like hours, both of us cumming several times. Twice I had to stop with 
exhaustion and a soft cock and rolled on my back, but both times she quickly used her talented hands to 
work me up again. She then mounted me, and if possible the pounding was even more physical as she 
rode me hard, and was still screaming, "YES ' YES ' come on, baby, do me more ' punch me hard." 
I don't remember passing out, but I woke up during the night and April was still straddling me, also 
passed out. I didn't wake her, because even in my worn-out shape, having her pressed against me and 
us chest-to-chest was still one of the most pleasurable things I could imagine. I just laid there and 
eventually fell back asleep, her body still on top of me, and me knowing that I wouldn't be doing this any 
more before the fight ' or else I would have absolutely no energy come Friday. 
 
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As I figured, April had made all the arrangements for Friday night before I even asked about the details. 
It was going to be another private bout ' she, Duke and I ' and we'd figured on 9 p.m. after the rest of 
the gym regulars had left and the manager had locked up. April, of course, had a key, and she had gone 
to the gym early to set things up. 
I had packed my equipment early that afternoon ' I didn't need much, just gloves, trunks and shoes, 
since April insisted that her fighters "man out" again and have nothing under the trunks. She also 
wanted us to box this time without mouthpieces ' almost insuring that there would be blood coming 
from both of us. I headed over to the gym early, getting there before 8 just when the gym had emptied. I 
walked in the open side door and immediately headed back to the locker rooms ' I didn't want to see 
Duke until we were both in the ring. 
As I expected, the doors had "Champion" and "Challenger" signs, and I stepped inside the "Champion" 
door. Even though Duke had beaten me ' badly ' in our last bout, my win over Marco had given me 
"prize possession" and qualified me for the champ's room.  
April could read me like a book, and she knew I'd get there early. I was still naked except for my white 
boots, and had just fished my regular white trunks out of my bag when he quickly came into the locker 
room carrying hand wraps and tape. 
"Mmmmm ' you look good, champ," she said as I stood there holding my trunks, making no effort to 
hide my nakedness. I watched her smile as she watched my cock slowly rise and get hard ' and thought 
to myself it must be a burden to carry around such a talent, the ability to make men stiffen just from a 
glance. 
She certainly had that effect on me, especially the way she was dressed tonight ' the slinkiest black satin 
dress imaginable, clinging to her skin like it was painted on and making it obvious there was nothing 
under the dress anywhere except skin. The dress was slit on one side, the slit rising halfway up her hip 
and showing one lovely leg which she had cocked to the side as she stood, hands on hips and continuing 
to eye me after putting the wraps on the table. 
She looked like something out of a dream ' deep red lips, her blonde hair loose and free and bouncing 
around her face with every movement. Her nails were also bright red, and I could feel them digging into 
my back as she put her arms around me and held me close for a second. 
"Sit here on the table," she said, and as I sat down she grabbed the hand wraps and stood in front of me 
started to wrap, expertly fitting them not too loose and not too tight. It was a little surreal, me being 
naked with a hard cock and sitting in front of her as she worked. She taped off each one when finished, 
and as I reached to the end of the table to grab my gloves and trunks she quickly grabbed my hand. 
"Not yet," she said as she pulled my hand to her chest. "I'm going to help you relax first." 
She again reached around my back and boosted herself onto the table (now I know why the dress was 
slit so high), her knees on either side of my hips as she straddled me, putting her arms now around my 
shoulders so her face was right in front of mine. 
"That feel good?," she said. 
I could feel her pussy already wet as it rubbed against my throbbing cock. My mind was screaming for 
me to stop'I was going to need every ounce of strength I had against a giant of a man who was intent 
on hurting me, and it was going to start in about a half-hour. But I don't know of a heterosexual man 
alive who could turn down April's charms ' especially when she was this close. 
All it took was one quick shift from her, and I popped inside her so quickly I almost didn't realize it. My 
god, she is talented with that thing, I thought. 
"I wanted you inside me so bad," she moaned as she squeezed me tight with her arms, and I squeezed 
just as tight with my hands on her cute butt. "I wanted to fuck you good before the fight." 
She started riding me once again, except this time I had the pleasure of her boobs bouncing on either 
side of my face every time she went up and down ' and she knew I was enjoying it because she was half 
laughing, half screaming as the intensity of her thrusts increased. 
"Come on, baby, cum up in me," she said breathlessly before throwing her head back and kicking her 
hips into high gear. 
It took her less than a minute to get me to the point that my cock was pulsing out hot streams of cum ' 
about the time she had a thunderous orgasm. And as quickly as she had mounted me, she hopped off, 
straightened her dress and quickly laced up and taped my gloves. It was like a whirlwind, and before I 
knew it she was headed out the door. 
"Got to go take care of Duke," she said. "I'll see you in the ring, Champ." 
I wasn't sure what she meant by "taking care" of him, but I had more things to worry about right then. 
 
++++++ 
 
After slipping on my trunks, I decided to walk out to the ring after a few minutes, mostly because staying 
in the locker room felt too strange after April's abrupt mounting. There was nobody else in the main 
part of the gym when I climbed through the ropes, but April had already done some setup ' there were 
water bottles, spit buckets and towels in each corner, ready to go. 
I moved to one corner and began shadowboxing, punching the corner pad and trying to stay loose, and I 
had started to wonder if everyone else had left and I'd been stood up when I heard a door slam back in 
the locker room area, and then saw Duke walking quickly toward the ring. 
He looked even bigger than I remembered. Maybe it was the bright red trunks or the red gloves, both of 
which matched his hair, but he appeared almost larger than life as he leered at me as he quickly slipped 
through the ropes. He never took his eyes off me and had a malevolent look on his face ' an angry look 
' one that gave the impression that he was ready for a fight. 
April was not far behind him, but had a harried look on her face as she climbed up to the ring apron and 
through the ropes. Duke immediately walked to mid-ring next to her, and I followed suit. 
"Okay, boys, you know why we're here," she said to both of us. "Three-minute rounds on the timer and 
two minutes in between, and no limit to the number of rounds. We go until one of you knocks out the 
other. Keep it clean' touch gloves and come out fighting." 
I put my gloves out'and Duke only turned around and walked back to his corner. When he got there, he 
turned and fixed his glare back on me, just as I was backing into my own corner and April was following. 
"What gives?" I asked her. 
"Well, he was eating me out and licking my pussy in the locker room," she said, "' and I told him you 
had just shot your load up in me and he was probably swallowing your cum. I think he got a little upset." 
I was speechless, and barely noticed April quickly slipping out of the ring, the buzzer on the automatic 
timer going off and Duke two-thirds of the way across the ring, coming at me quickly with gloves high 
and a murderous look on his face. Oh, shit, I thought '. as I ducked under a wild left hand and tried to 
step away, only to be grabbed by Duke's big right arm and almost thrown back into my own corner. 
It was all I could to fend off the barrage of punches Duke was throwing, most of them wild but all of 
them hard, and he was almost screaming. "You little fuck," he said, "I'm gonna beat the shit out of you." 
I grabbed him around his arms, my head tucked under his chin, and spun around before letting go and 
backing off quickly, backpedaling and finally getting under control as Duke stalked me across the ring. 
At least now I had a fighting chance, and when Duke waded in I started popping out jabs aimed at his 
face, and most of them got through since he was thinking more about beating me senseless and less 
about being in an actual boxing match. He was overanxious, and his lack of defense wasn't something I'd 
expected after his cool and calculating methods in our first fight, and I tried to take advantage of both. I 
kept peppering his face with jabs and following with quick right hands while I back-pedaled.  
I could see he was getting frustrated in not being able to either corner me or take me out quickly, and it 
was a stark contrast to what I'd expected. In our last bouts, Duke had always been the picture of 
efficiency, a calculated boxing machine. But now he was swinging wildly, and missing every time, and I 
was able to counter with a lot of success. 
Keep it up, big guy, I thought, and not only will you tire out, I'll box you around and do some damage, 
especially since we're not wearing mouthpieces. And it hasn't been that long since Marco busted your 
jaw ' 
"I'm going to beat your ass," Duke hissed at me as he stepped and leaned forward to throw another big 
right hand at my head, but I saw it coming from a mile away and ducked my whole body under it. At the 
same time, I pounded my best left hook under the ribs of his fully-exposed body, and doubled up with 
right-left-right hands directly on the waistband of his trunks. 
If we'd had mouthpieces, Duke's would have flown out. Instead, all I got was an "Uuunnhhh," as he bent 
over double and brought his gloves down to his body in pain. I whistled another left hook off his chin 
and my follow right crashed directly into his face, and shockingly Duke went down on his back. 
"Yeah!," I yelled while I stood over him, shocked at my success in the very first round. "Get up, you big 
fuck, so I can hit you some more." 
It only took a second for Duke to recover, and just as he got up the timer buzzer went off ending the first 
round. "You're lucky, big guy," I said as we both went to our corners, "I was just getting ready to punish 
you." 
I was already standing in my corner, leaning on the ropes, when April climbed into the ring and walked 
my way. 
"Oooo, champ, I think I'm cumming already," she said. "I got so wet when you put him down ' keep it 
up and I'll have that big cock in me in a few more rounds." 
"Maybe just one more round," I said as she walked toward the other corner. Yes, I was cocky, especially 
given the result of my last bout with Duke, but he hadn't been close to hitting me with a clean shot 
except for when I was pinned in the corner early. And he went down so quickly I started wondering what 
kind of shape he was in as I looked across the ring, where April was toweling him off and talking rapid-
fire. 
The warning buzzer soon sounded, and both of us were almost at mid-ring by the Round 2 buzzer. I had 
expected another bull-rush, but this time Duke was more calm and collected ' much to my chagrin. If 
he'd stayed mad and kept missing, I would have taken him out in short order. But this was the Duke I'd 
expected before the fight began, and the one I knew I'd have trouble with. 
Both of us circled and I kept jabbing at his head, but now he was answering with jabs and following right 
hands, and they had something behind them. I'd forgotten what kind of power he had, and a right hand 
that crashed into my temple was enough to remind me to stay away from him. 
Duke spent the entire second round trying to cut the ring off and hem me in, but I was able to dance out 
of trouble just about every time and made him pay by cracking his head with lefts or rights, depending 
on which side I escaped his efforts to corner me. 
One of my shots ripped across his nose as I danced away, and I could see drops of blood forming on the 
end of his nose. That made me even bolder as I stood in front of him and threw another combination 
that rocked his head from side to side. 
"Come on, you big shit," I yelled at him. "At least try to keep up with me." 
The bating didn't work. Duke kept his cool and kept constantly stepping forward, trying to pin me in, and 
late in the round he anticipated me ducking under one of his punches and caught me with his elbow. It 
prevented me from moving away, and his right cross clipped me across the chin and a follow left upper-
cutted behind my gloves and landed flush on my chin. 
The force staggered me back into the ropes, and Duke had been waiting for that. He moved in and threw 
a big combination right at the buzzer ending the round that missed ' but as I started to step away a left 
hand crashed against my temple and I went to the canvas on my side. 
The punch came well after the buzzer, but of course I had to referee to voice my objections to, and Duke 
only smiled as he stood over me for a second before heading to his corner. Since the round was over, I 
stayed seated on the canvas and rested for several seconds before getting up and going to my corner. 
April was in Duke's corner, toweling him again and poking his nostril full of Vaseline, before she came to 
my side of the ring. 
"Thought you told us to keep it clean," I said as she walked up with the towel. 
"I also told you to protect yourself at all times," she shot back. "That was a rookie mistake." 
I knew she was right, but it didn't take the sting of the blow away. 
"Now are you going to cry about it, or are you going to go out and fuck him up for me?" she said. I only 
looked at her and nodded slightly as the warning buzzer sounded. 
The buzzer for Round 3 went off, and this time both of us came out more carefully, guard and gloves 
high, and spent the first half of the round exchanging jabs and waiting for an opening. But Duke was still 
moving forward with the same sense of purpose from the preceding round, and it was all I could do to 
stay away from those gloves that looked small when compared to his massive body. 
I was able to split his gloves a couple of times and land jabs on his nose, restarting the blood flow as it 
began to run down into his mouth, but it didn't appear to bother him much as he relentlessly pursued 
me and began landing a couple of jabs and one following right hand on my already-sore jaw from his 
second-round uppercut. Either I was already slowing down or he was starting to find the range, and 
neither of those were good for me as the third round came to a close. I was already feeling the effects of 
the bout when I went to my corner, and as I leaned against the ropes I saw Duke smiling at me from his 
corner before April stepped in between. 
"Save your energy," she said as she wiped my face and made a point to lean in close, her breasts rubbing 
against my chest ' I was able to feel how hard her nipples were. "Stay calm and breathe ' like this," she 
said as she breathed deeply, pushing her chest against me even more and leaning her body into me ' 
feeling my cock get hard just from the brief contact. 
It was still hard when she walked away, and the sight of her ass moving toward the other corner didn't 
deflate it one bit. I was still thinking about how good it would be to be inside her right then, when the 
buzzer jarred me back to reality. 
Maybe it was the breathing, or maybe it was a spark from the brief contact with April's stunning body, 
but I felt better after the break and was on my toes again when the fourth-round buzzer sounded. I was 
intent on going back to the stick-and-move plan, but I also remembered how much success I'd had with 
the southpaw stance in our earlier bout and decided it was time for that. 
I started pistoning out my right hand, some hard punches that Duke obviously wasn't ready for since 
more than a few got past his defending left and cracked into his head and face. Blood was quickly 
gushing from his nose again and he was blinking hard when my right pounded into his temple. 
I kept getting my punches off before Duke for the first half of the round, and he had been unable to 
counter with any effectiveness against my southpaw stance. Emboldened by my success, I followed up 
one of those rights to his face by stepping in close and pivoting, dipping my shoulder and ripping a left 
uppercut under his guard that crashed into Duke's chin hard. 
I could hear the big man's teeth click together as he staggered two steps backwards, until his back was 
against his own corner pad, dazed by the uppercut and covering up. I stayed on top of him, throwing 
hard punches until my arms ached until I got too close and Duke was able to grab my arms and hold on. 
We wrestled along the ropes for a long time before I was able to get my right arm free, and I thudded 
punches into his left side until we broke apart slightly. That's when I ripped another uppercut that 
snapped Duke's head back again and again backed him into his own corner. 
If the ropes hadn't been there, he would have been down again, but as it was he was sitting with all his 
weight on the middle rope and I was pounding him non-stop, his upper body rocking back and forth 
from my gloves, until the buzzer sounded. 
I stood for several seconds right in front of him, his guard still up and him leaning heavily against the 
ropes. I noticed that my cock was hard as a brick and my trunks weren't hiding it very much. 
"What's wrong, you big pussy," I yelled at Duke. "The little man too much for you? You want to give up 
now, or you want me to fuck you up some more?" 
Duke didn't say anything, and just waited for me to stop and head for my corner. 
"Guess you want some more," I said as I walked away. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes to see if you're 
ready to quit." 
I passed April on the way to my corner, stopping for only a second, and she ran her hand across my 
trunks and winked at me before turning her attentions to Duke. I was glad my white trunks were wet 
with sweat already, or the cum I was leaking would have been noticeable ' not that there was anybody 
around except the three of us. 
April stayed in his corner the entire two minutes trying to piece Duke back together, but that was okay. I 
figured I was one good punch from putting him down for good, and I didn't want any distractions from 
thinking about that ' even though looking across the ring, her ass pointed back at me in that skin-tight 
black satin, was plenty distracting. 
I was bouncing in the corner, bobbing and weaving, before the buzzer for Round 5 sounded, and when it 
did I all but sprinted across the ring and trapped Duke again in the corner, raining punches from all 
angles and hoping that some of them got through to do damage. Duke didn't try to fight back, and only 
covered up with his gloves and elbows tucked in tight. 
It would have been odd if anyone else had been there to see it ' a 160-pound guy flailing away on the 
body of a guy almost a foot taller and almost 100 pounds heavier. And even more oddly, the big guy 
wasn't fighting back, and it went that way for most of the fifth round ' Duke leaning back on the ropes 
and covering up, and me hitting him with everything I had. 
After a couple of minutes of this, my arms felt like lead weights, and I leaned into Duke to catch my 
breath for a minute. I wasn't worried about retaliation since Duke hadn't even thrown a punch the 
whole round ' and that turned out to be a mistake. 
I wasn't paying attention when Duke rolled his shoulders, shifted his weight and '. BAMMMM! An 
uppercut ripped up through my chin, banging my jawbones together and causing me to see stars. Before 
I could move my arms, Duke's right hand pounded into my cheek, spinning my head, and a follow-up left 
caught me in the mouth. I could feel my lip split as I went to my knees and onto one side, dazed and 
confused. 
As I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, I looked up at Duke standing over me, a malicious smile on his 
face. 
"My turn now, punk," he spat at me. 
I quickly figured out that The big guy had been "playing possum" with me for the better part of two 
rounds, covering up so I couldn't really hurt him and waiting until I punched myself out. It was a classic 
rookie mistake, and I fell for it hard. 
I was still shaky when I stood up ' which was when I realized I could barely hold my arms up to defend 
myself, much less throw any hard punches. And even worse, Duke knew that. I started backing up in a 
hurry, but in my groggy state it didn't take him long to catch up and work me into a corner. 
Once he had me there, those massive arms started pistoning out, the gloves on the ends hammering my 
head as I tried to pull my guard up. When I did that, Duke was ready, and a hard left-right combination 
sunk deep into my waistband as I crumpled to the mat face-first. 
I thought I was about to retch on the canvas when I heard the buzzer sound, but I was able to keep that 
down while I realized Duke's boots were right in front of my face. He didn't appear to be in a hurry to 
get to his corner. 
"Just stay there and I won't have to hurt you any more," he said. "Not that I don't want to, you little shit 
' I hope you get up so I can make sure you'll never be sticking your cock into anything that's mine 
again." 
All I could do was lay there, until he finally walked away and April all but dragged me back to my corner. 
I was sitting on the canvas while she put smelling salts under my nose and used an ice pack to try to stop 
the bleeding from my mouth. 
"Snap out of it," she kept saying, "or he's going to hurt you bad. I'm not kidding." 
"I know," I said back, as my head finally began clearing up. 
I looked across the ring, past April's shoulders, and saw Duke standing in his corner. This time, he was 
the one that looked anxious to get back to fighting. He was shadow-boxing and bouncing on his toes, 
showing me that all my punches over the last two rounds had been wasted and that he was fresh as he 
could be. In my sitting state on the canvas, I could feel it every time he bounced. 
I finally got to my feet just before the warning buzzer sounded, and I felt a little fresher just from 
standing up. But I knew I needed to stay away from Duke for at least another round to try to recover 
more, and I started backing away and dancing away from the time the sixth round started. I was in 
survival mode, but it was working as I was able to either step back from or block most of the big man's 
punches. 
"Come on and fight!" he yelled at me once, but I wasn't biting ' it was time to stay away and regroup, 
not to mention try to stop from bleeding all over the ring. I didn't throw a punch the entire sixth round, 
but I also didn't get hit by anything but blocked or glancing shots, and I could tell Duke was frustrated 
when the round ended after he chased me around for most of the three minutes. 
But I was still dead tired and laid heavily across the top rope between rounds, my arms draped over the 
corner ropes to keep me upright, trying to regain some energy, when April came walking from Duke's 
corner. She saw how I felt. 
"He's pretty tired, too," she said as she leaned close into me and I got a view of her breasts inside that 
black satin. At that point, my brain and my cock were on two different wave lengths, and my trunks 
were so soaked that they might as well have been invisible since the flesh showed right through. That 
flesh was hard again, and got harder when she rubbed her body against me ' almost straddling me as I 
stood there, my cock right against her crotch. And then she started moving around against me' 
Damn, here I was fighting for my life, and all I could think about was ripping her clothes off and fucking 
this incredible woman right here in the middle of the ring ' and then letting her fuck me when I wore 
down. 
She didn't say a word, even when the warning buzzer went off, and just stepped away and slid through 
the ropes. I was still trying to figure out what had happened ' was she trying to "inspire" me, did she 
feel sorry for me and wanted to help me ' or, in a quick thought, was she trying to wear me down even 
more and make things even easier for Duke to take me out? 
I didn't have time to think any more once the buzzer sounded to start Round 7. I did feel a little 
refreshed, but it still wasn't time to mix it up with Duke's kind of power. I stayed away, but Duke wasn't 
doing as much chasing to start the round ' he pretty much set up at mid-ring and let me circle around 
him, popping out his jab and only occasionally stepping forward with a follow-up right, and I was able to 
block most of those. 
Since I hadn't hit him in almost two rounds, I figured it was time to go on the offense at least a little bit, 
and I threw out a couple of jabs that pushed his gloves back into his face. I followed the second with a 
right hand that thudded off his temple and a left that dug under his ribs before I quickly backed off. 
Maybe April was right ' maybe he was tired, so I stepped in with a right and pivoted for another 
uppercut. 
But Duke was waiting for that ' apparently, he'd been waiting on me to make a move like that for two 
rounds. He quickly moved close, catching my left under his burly right arm, and bulled me back against 
the ropes where he started hammering me with his left hand. 
He was plenty fresh enough to stay one-half step ahead of me ' when I'd raise my guard to stop his lefts 
aimed at my head, he's pound it into my body, and when I dropped my guard, his left whistled off my 
jaw. That went on for a while as he used his weight to hold me helpless against the ropes ' if we'd had a 
referee he would have broken us apart, but since there wasn't one of those around, Duke was taking full 
advantage. 
With one hand pinned behind him and the other one not covering fast enough, Duke's one-hand attack 
was plenty enough to weaken me in a hurry. My stomach was turning into one large bruise, I was having 
trouble breathing as his glove kept digging under my ribs, and in addition to my mouth running blood 
one of those lefts had ripped across my eyelid and a cut there was running blood into my eye. 
I tried to slip to the canvas to stop Duke's rhythmic punches, but I was trapped by his arm and couldn't 
move. I slid sideways along the ropes, but slid right into a corner as Duke kept hammering away, rapidly 
turning me into his personal punching bag. 
The buzzer couldn't have sounded quick enough, but it didn't stop Duke's assault. He kept hitting me, 
bouncing back and forth between my face and my gut, until April pulled his arm away. I saw him look at 
her and smile before he backed off and walked to his corner, and I could swear she had a quick grin for 
him as I went to my hands and knees in pain. 
I dragged myself up on the ropes and followed them to my corner, where I sat heavily on the middle 
rope as April worked on me, trying to revive me. I didn't understand much of what she was saying for a 
long time, until almost time for the warning buzzer. 
"You don't have to do this any more," she said, and I'm sure she saw my eyes weren't focused. "Just go 
down early and it'll be over soon '" 
"Not quitting," I managed to stammer. 
She didn't respond, and silently slipped through the ropes at the warning buzzer. I pulled myself upright 
by the ropes just in time for the buzzer to begin Round 8, but I knew I was in no shape to fight. My body 
was a mass of black and red, and my right eye was almost swollen shut ' which was why I didn't notice 
until I stood up that Duke was right in front of me 
I quickly covered up, halfway crouching over as Duke started a two-fisted assault ' but it wasn't the all-
out assault I had expected. The big man was almost relaxed, taking his time and picking his shots. Either 
he didn't want to make the mistake I had and punch himself out, or he knew I was all but finished and 
wanted to stretch the abuse out for a while. 
He may not have been raining punches, but they still had plenty on them as his big left and right hands 
thudded on the sides of my head as I tried to cover with my gloves. A big left hook ripped across my jaw 
and caused spit to fly out of my mouth, and Duke followed with hard jabs and crosses to my face that 
split my lip even more, smashed my nose as blood spurted out, and kept pounding into my swollen right 
eye. 
There was a momentary pause, but my head was so low, around the level of Duke's waistband, that I 
couldn't tell what was coming next. But I soon felt it, as Duke swung his right hand from around canvas 
level and shot a murderous uppercut behind my guard and under my chin. 
My head snapped back and my legs turned to rubber as I flew back against the corner pad, and started 
to slide to the canvas ' before Duke's left arm shot up under my chin. He was literally pinning me to the 
pad, holding me up like a scarecrow with one of those meaty arms. 
"Now we're having fun," I heard him hiss out as his right hand started pounding into my chest and abs. I 
tried to raise my guard, but my arms were leaden and eventually just hung at my sides as Duke 
continued to punch my body non-stop. 
My eye, mouth and jaw may have looked bad, but before Duke was finished it was my body that was 
screaming in pain as Duke's right hand dug deep into me. My chest and abs were so sore that I could no 
longer breathe deep, and air only came in wet chunks through my bloody nose and mouth. Small drops 
of blood flew out of my mouth every time Duke's glove crashed into my stomach and on the waistband 
of my formerly-white trunks, and eventually his arm was covered with dried blood. 
Just when I was close to passing out from the pain, Duke stopped punching my body ' and started using 
his right hand above his pinning arm, punching my already bloody face. One hard right caught me with 
my mouth open, dislodging two teeth that I felt fly out, and another caused blood to spurt out from 
above my eye as I hung helpless against the corner pad. 
"Maybe I'll let her come up here and finish punching you out," Duke said as he nodded toward April, 
who was standing on the ring apron. "But she'd be way too much fighter for you right now." 
Another big right spun me around out of the corner and almost sent me through the ropes, which held 
me up for Duke to pound a left and a right across my face, my head flying back and forth like a rag doll. 
"Time for you to go down for good, little man," Duke said as he wound up another uppercut that I was 
defenseless to stop. I heard my jaw crack and new pain sensations burst out as it ripped under my chin, 
and I toppled forward face-first into the canvas, out cold. 
 
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I don't know how long I was out, but when I started to regain consciousness I noticed two sets of feet 
next to my head ' Duke's red boxing boots and April's black pumps, only inches apart. 
As I looked up, I saw that April had shed her black dress and was naked in all her glory in the ring, except 
for her shoes.  
April looking up at Duke, and I saw that she had his red trunks already pulled down around his ankles 
and was giving him a hard hand job ' and that some of the cum he'd already shot out had landed on my 
prone body. April had a big smile on her face as she continued to jerk Duke off. 
"Oooooo, champ, save some of that for me," she laughed. 
When she finally ended the hand job ' Duke's cock was still raging and dripping cum ' she stepped over 
me, one black pump on either side of my chest. Under other circumstances it would have been a hugely 
pleasurable view, looking up at her already-excited pussy, the lips protruding and already soaking wet 
with arousal. 
"I think he's starting to come around," I heard her say. "You really knocked him out, champ ' but let me 
show you how easy I can knock him out." 
With that, April knelt down, her knees on each side of my head, effectively pinning my shoulders down 
with her legs ' as if I was in any condition to get up anyway. Before I knew it, her pussy was pressing 
against my nose and mouth and her hips were starting to gyrate. 
"Come on, baby, time for another bout," she said. "This time it's my pussy versus your tongue, and it 
goes until one of us is knocked out. And you better not quit, or I'll get the champ to hang you back up in 
the corner and give you another beating." 
April started grinding on my face harder and harder, and I wasn't anxious to feel Duke's gloves any 
more, so my tongue went to work as much as it could given my bloody mouth and likely broken jaw. I 
could taste April's strong juices, and even with my body beaten so badly I could still feel the stirrings in 
my crotch as my cock got hard and strained against my sweat-soaked trunks. 
Duke stepped around, almost straddling April's knees and my head, and even past April's bouncing tits I 
could see up to where Duke's cock was at full erection, and saw April begin tonguing his shaft while still 
riding my tongue. Soon she had his cock deep in her mouth, and I could see her head start to go back 
and forth ' and banging in and out even harder when Duke put his gloves behind her head and into her 
blonde hair and started thrusting himself into her. 
But even that distraction didn't stop her from pussy-pounding my face, and even though I was about to 
pass out again I could feel my cock explode with cum quickly filling my trunks. April felt my body 
shudder, and for a second her mouth released its hold on Duke's hard member and she looked down at 
the part of my face that wasn't buried in her pussy. 
"Poor baby," she said, "knocked out for the second time tonight. Time for you to go out ' again." 
That's when her pelvic thrusts hit high gear, and I heard her squeal at Duke just before I passed out 
again, "I'm warmed up and ready for that big cock now, champ."