Back Room Fights #1

These five stories are from a collection I started posting on Reddit about a year and include fights of various styles between mixed and same sex opponents of both genders. The winners sexually humiliate the losers at the end of each match and I love incorporating different kinks in these stories. I have taken a bit of a break from posting new stories for the time being but message me if you are interested in reading more.


Michael vs Brooke (Mixed Boxing)


Michael stood in the ring for the first time nervous with anticipation. The room was buzzing as over a hundred spectators excitedly chatted about the upcoming fight. The venue was the backroom of a dive bar called Jugs ran by Claire Sterner. Fight night was her idea of creating a unique bar experience while also generating extra revenue. Claire entered in the ring with a microphone to make an announcement,

“Ladies and Gentlemen, our first fight of the night is a no limits mixed boxing match between a sexy, strong young woman and a hot, fit young man. The bout will take place in three minute rounds with one minute rest periods in between. The bout will only end with a knockout. Dirty boxing is allowed but opponents must allow each other the full ten count when a knockdown occurs. Each fighter has a $1000 fight bonus available if they win the fight. Additionally, both fighters have agreed that the loser will orally pleasure the loser. Now endtroducing in the red corner, he is 5’11’’, weighing in at 159 lbs, a 22 year-old college student, everyone please welcome Michael!”

A few cheers went out from the crowd as Michael removed his robe revealing his lean, skinny body. He was wearing only a tight pair of grey boxer briefs that showed some details of his ample bulge. He had dark brown eyes and short brown hair and was attractive in an average, boy next door way. A light covering of hair lay across his tan chest. Michael raised one gloved fist to the air and bounced from foot to foot in excitement. He was doing this as something to spice up his usual Friday night. He worked out a couple times a week doing cardio and light strength training and figured he at least had what it took to win a mixed match.

“Now in the blue corner. She stands at a 5’6’’, is 24 years old, and weighs 153 lbs. A waitress from out of town, everyone give it up for Brooke!”

The crowd cheered and there were even a few whistles as Brooke removed her robe revealing her pale, fit body. She had a little extra weight to her body but working out almost daily made her carry it well. She had long blonde hair tied back in a loose ponytail and bright green eyes. The audience could clearly see her strength from her well shaped shoulders and arms. She was topless and Michael initially couldn’t stop staring at her perky tits. A pink thong partially covered Brooke’s firm, large ass. She raised both fists upward as the crowd cheered but her posture remained one of determination. The two fighters were brought to the center of the ring by Claire for a final reminder of the rules and to touch gloves.

“Brooke. Michael. You both know the rewards on the line for this fight. Fighters get a ten count on a knockdown and the fight ends with a knockout. Punches below the belt are allowed. Touch gloves, go back to your corners, and prepare to fight”

Brooke firmly pressed her gloves against Michael’s while maintaining intense eye contact. This fight was to help regain some confidence in herself plus the extra cash never hurt. Her opponent just looked like the type of guy she would dominate in her hookups. Surely she could handle him. Michael stared back into her eyes with excitement and arousal. Brooke wasn’t the typical woman he went for but he found her to be very attractive in the ring. Both fighters went back to their corners awaiting the first round.

DING!!!

Round 1 started and both fighters put their fists up and went to meet each other for combat. Michael kept his guard high to protect his face and rushed towards Brooke to keep her in her half of the ring. Brooke’s guard was lower for a more partial protection of both her pretty face and body. Michael threw the first punch. A quick, left jab to Brooke’s face that caught her on the temple. Her head snapped back a little with the first punch and she grunted in pain. Michael tried to follow up with a straight right but Brooke managed to get her arms up in time to block it. She circled out of her corner so that she wouldn’t be pinned in but her opponent relentlessly kept coming forward. Brooke went for a right hook toward Michaels body as he went for a straight left. Brooke’s body shot landed with a satisfying thud but Michael’s punch landed right below her eye. His opponent’s punch was much stronger than he expected it to be so Michael decided to put on the pressure. A scramble ensued as both fighters wildly tried to land shots as they circled each other. Michael landed more with jabs to the face and a couple hooks to the body. A particular right hook landed hard against Brooke’s left breast as she gasped in pain. Brooke only landed one more body shot out of over a dozen punches she threw. Both fighters were missing more than they were landing as their inexperience showed. Brooke took the worse end of their exchange and began to back away to regain her composure. Michael didn’t let her get away as he shoved her against the ropes. He followed up with an attempted superman punch but Brooke managed to block the brunt of it as the two fighters crashed into each other. Brooke went for a clinch and held her opponent in her strong arms as she took a break. The fighters felt their now sweaty bodies against each other and Brooke felt her opponent’s bulge begin to swell. The moment was short lived though as Michael let loose a barrage of small punches to her body in the clinch. Brooke tried to respond with a few punches of her own but didn’t find the angle to put her full strength behind the punches. She released Michael with a powerful shove. She raised her fists and marched towards her opponent as both went for punches to the head. Brooke’s right hook cracked against Michael’s cheek as his left once again landed below her eye. Both fighters stumbled back as the bell rang and the round ended.

Michael returned to his corner feeling pretty good about the round. He had definitely dealt more damage than he received and was confident Brooke would be knocked down soon. He subtly rubbed his glove against his big white cock as he rested on his stool. Brooke plopped down on her stool feeling disappointed. Looking across the ring, her opponent still seemed fresh and confident in himself. Brooke on the other hand felt swelling under her right eye and there was significant redness on her left breast. She drank some water and hoped things would go better next round.

DING!!!

The bell rang, calling the fighters out for the second round. Brooke charged towards her opponent like a wild bull. She went for a fast, powerful combination of a right hook to the head, a left to the body, and tried to end it with a right uppercut. Michael’s guard was still high so the first punch was entirely blocked; however, the second landed hard for the same reason. He backed away in time as the uppercut whistled through the air. He circled around his opponent as to not be backed into a corner. Brooke kept marching towards him throwing powerful punches. Michael took notice of her reckless aggression and decided to bide his time until she began to tire herself out. Brooke threw another combination: jab, jab, hook towards Michael’s head. He stepped out of the way of the two jabs and cockily parried the hook with a single glove. As Brooke pursued him, he kept throwing light, testing jabs to test her defenses. As Brooke became more frustrated, her punches became sloppier until they were just wild haymakers. Michael admired the jiggle of his opponent’s body as he continued evading her punches. Two minutes into the round, Brooke’s punches were noticeably slower and even Michael’s light jabs were able to pierce her guard. It was time to go on the offensive. Michael threw a powerful left hook that crashed into Brooke’s face. She stumbled back but he kept coming, throwing more jabs to the same spot. Droplets of sweat flew from her face as each connected. A dazed Brooke continued stumbling back into her corner. She tried to move her arms to block punches but they weren’t responding fast enough. Michael continued the onslaught as he threw power straight right. It slammed into Brooke’s cute little nose and blood began to flow from it. Still, Brooke was standing with her fists up ready to fight. She tried to initiate a clinch but Michael’s range advantage kept him out of her arms. If her defense wasn’t effective, Brooke figured she might as well try to trade punches. She landed a jab as Michael decided to punish her left tit again with a powerful haymaker. Brooke instinctually moved her arms to cover the left side and her opponent used the opportunity to send two quick jabs into her right boob. Punishment continued for both fighters as the wild exchange continued. Shocked that his opponent was still standing and sensing that the round was coming to a close, Michael tried a new strategy. He dipped low, sent a left uppercut below the belt. It crashed into Brooke’s cunt and she cried out in pain. She hunched a little and lowered her guard. Lightning fast, Michael threw a powerful right hook at her temple. It collided with a loud smack. Brooke staggered forward and collapsed boobs first onto the floor. The crowd were on their feet and cheering wildly as Claire began the count. 1….2….3…., Brooke came to her senses and realized what had happened. She felt incredibly light headed. 4…., Brooke slammed her fists against the ground and began pushing herself up. 5...6..., And Brooke was up! She stared across the ring and saw that Michael’s bulge had grown into a very noticeable erection. He had been confident that the knockdown was the end of the fight. They met in the center and Brooke put all her strength into a body shot that knocked the wind out of Michael. He stumbled to one knee but the bell rang before a count could begin.

Brooke slumped back to her corner exhausted. She had taken a beating that round and the fight was not looking good. Her face was busted up with large swelling under her right eye and nose that was steadily dripping blood. Her beautiful boobs were splattered with blood and red from the punishment they had taken. Michael was still feeling good about the fight as he caught his breath back in his corner. Other than some redness on the sides of the body, he appeared relatively untouched. He took a little bit of water and continued rubbing his erection in anticipation of the finish. Brooke couldn’t wait to deprive him of victory.

DING!!!

The third round began with both fighters having at least partially recovered from the previous round. Sensing a knockout could be close, Michael laid on the pressure, throwing a jab, jab, uppercut at Brooke’s head. The jabs were blocked by her renewed guard but the uppercut went straight up the middle and clocked her on the chin. She stumbled back into the ropes. Seeing an opportunity, Michael charged at her and threw another wild superman punch. Brooke regained her senses in time to side step the punch and send her opponent into the ropes. She pressed her sweaty body against his, holding him in place, as she threw two powerful right hooks that connected against his temple. She felt Michael begin to lose his balance but held him up to land a body shot on his left side. His response was to clinch, forcing her to carry the brunt of his weight as we threw quick little punches to her sore breasts. The fight continued in this stalemate as each fighter inflicted pain on each others’ bodies. Both fighters became increasingly horny in their tight embrace. Brooke knew how tired she was and that she could not continue this fight into the later rounds. Feeling Michael’s meaty cock against her, she came up with an idea for how to create an opening. She began grinding her hips against her opponent’s lean body and gave his tight ass a smack with her glove. Michael audibly moaned and in response Brooke herself moaned loudly. The crowd hooted and hollered as this round suddenly became a lot more interesting. Then in one explosive moment, Brooke shoved off Michael’s weakened grasp and threw a devastating haymaker into his chin. Her opponent stumbled and was clearly dazed. She followed up with a strong shot to his stomach that made him gasp for air. Brooke didn’t have much energy left so she knew she had to make her punches count. A still compromised Michael tried to throw a hook but his opponent easily dodged and countered with an uppercut straight to Michael’s chin. Sweat flew from his body as Michael went crashing to the canvas. The count began.
1….2….3….4….5….6…., Michael realized what was happening and began to get on his feet. As Michael began to stir, Brooke rubbed between her legs longing for her coming reward. 7….8…, Michael was on his feet but clearly still wobbly. Brooke marched towards him with determination in her eyes. Panicked, Michael retreated back until he was stuck in the corner. Brooke threw a jab that broke his guard and out her full weight behind the straight right that followed. Michael’s head snapped back as it connected and he crumpled to the ground. 1....2….3….4….5….6….7….8…., Michael began sitting up but surely he would not make it up before the ten count. 9…, There was a ding and the round ended and Michael was saved by the bell.

The young man staggered to his feet and barely managed to find the way to his corner. Michael was seeing double as he sat down on his school and tried to recover. He had been brutalized last round by his opponent’s dirty trick. His body ached from the damage he took and his head felt like it was spinning. The path to victory seemed non-existent for him. Brooke sat back in her corner knowing this end of the fight was drawing near. She was exhausted but it was clear to her that Michael had nothing left. A quick knockout would be a mercy for him. She reached below her legs and rubbed at her dripping wet cunt. She looked forward to having her opponent between her thick legs.

DING!!!

The fourth round began as each fighter took a deep breath and met in the center of the ring. Michael threw a combination of jabs that were entirely too slow and too sloppy to do any damage. Brooke easily blocked all three of them and returned with a combination of her own. Right jab. Body shot. Right hook. All three landed hard against her opponent and he stumbled across the ring and leaned against the ropes. His hands were down and there was only one thing left to do. Brooke approached and with one final right uppercut, she ended the fight. Michael crashed onto his back as the count began. 1….2….3….4….5….6….7….8….9….10…. “The winner is Brooke! What an amazing comeback!” Claire yelled.

Michael came to, laying in the ring. Somewhat bewildered, he pushed himself up and saw Brooke sitting on a stool in the middle of the ring entirely nude. She beckoned to him with her finger as she spread her legs inviting him to give her the reward. He dutifully crawled to her and knelt down before her. As Michael removed his gloves, Brooke gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered to him, “Be a good boy for me.” He removed his mouth guard and started by giving her a long French kiss while rubbing her large clit between two fingers. She gave him a playful spank as Michael worked his way down, biting her neck, and then licking the sweat and blood off of her tits. She moaned and began running her finger through his brown hair. Michael teased her by licking her inner thighs and grabbing at her ass. Brooke quivered and struggled through the pleasure to say, “Stick your fingers in and suck on my clit already.” He obliged her by inserting two fingers inside her but continued just licking her thighs. Grabbing him by the hair, Brooke forcefully shoved his face onto her clit. Michael licked all around it in a circle before taking it between his lips and sucking on it. He repeated this pattern while lightly massaging her vagina with his two fingers. After a few minutes, Brooke’s hips began to rock as she cried out, “Yes. Yes! DON’T STOP!” She wrapped her legs around his head tightly as he continued pleasuring her. Brooke lost control of her body as she orgasmed onto Michael’s face. She tumbled off her stool onto the mat and dragged her former opponent down with her. The two separated from each other and stood up. Brooke gave him another kiss on the cheek and licked some of her fluids from Michael’s face. “It was a good fight.”, she whispered to him as the two weary fighters helped each other out of the ring. The crowd was wild as they discussed the spectacle they had just witnessed.



Jia vs Maggie (Women’s MMA)


As the crowd calmed down from the events of the previous fight, two robed fighters entered the ring. Bar owner Claire Sterner entered the ring with a microphone to introduce the two and the upcoming event. “Ladies and gentlemen, the next fight is an anything goes MMA fight between two sexy young women. The fight will take place in three minute rounds and ends only when a fighter submits or is out cold. The winner will receive a $1000 fight bonus as well as oral sex from the loser. Now introducing in the red corner, She is a 19 year old college student, 5’ 1’’, and weighs 146 lbs. Everyone please welcome Jia!” Claire exclaimed.

The chubby Chinese woman removed her robe revealing large, saggy boobs, a cute tummy, and her fat, pear shaped ass covered by a lacy pair of black panties. Jia certainly did not have an athletic build by any means as she did her best to seductively stretch for the crowd. She had long, straight black hair that she chose to wear down for the fight and light brown eyes that absolutely popped. For Jia, the fight was about two things: doing something outside her comfort zone and having someone else sexually pleasure her for once. The loner stared across the ring at her robbed opponent in anticipation.

“And now for her opponent. She is a 27 year old software developer, standing at 5’9’’, and weighing 169 lbs, everyone please give it up for Maggie!” Maggie removed her robe revealing her athletic, fair skinned body. She had pale blue eyes and curly hair that she had pulled back into a bun for the fight. Her upper body was fairly skinny and she had small perky tits with pink little nipples. Maggies’s firm, round ass was covered by a plain pink pair of panty shorts. Her thick, muscular legs looked like they could really do some damage this fight. Maggie certainly did not need the money from this fight but it seemed like a unique way to work through her emotions from a recent breakup. Plus it was always nice to get you pussy licked clean at the end of the night. The two fighters were beckoned to the middle of the ring for a reminder of the rule and to touch their MMA gloves together. As they stared each other down in the center, Jia had a sudden moment of confidence and said, “I can’t wait to sit on your face after I choke you out.” Maggie simply continued staring as they returned to their corners. She almost felt bad for Jia since the fight appeared to be a mismatch from the start. The cute little fighter had a naivety about her.

DING!!!

The bell rang for the first round and the crowd watched on in excitement. Jia left her corner in a run. Her gloves were raised to right below her chin as she charged across the ring to her opponent. Maggie was surprised by the ferocity of her undersized opponent and had decided to hold her ground with a well timed jab. The left jab collided into Jia’s cheek but her momentum carried her forward, slamming Maggie into the corner of the ring. She crumpled into her corner as the air was briefly knocked out of her from the impact. In what could have been a defining moment of the fight, Jia backed off from her opponent, walked to the center of the ring, and gave her ass a hearty slap. The crowd cheered as it rippled. Maggie pushed herself back to her feet. As her opponent was still entertaining the crowd, Maggie crept up behind her and slipped an arm under Jia’s neck. A struggle ensued as Maggie developed a tight choke and Jia flailed about wildly. Air was becoming scarce for the Chinese woman as she dropped to her knees to roll Maggie off her back. As the fight moved to the ground, Jia grabbed a hold of Maggie’s hair bun and pulled with all her strength. The curly haired woman grinded her teeth against her mouth guard in pain at the dirty tactic and in a moment of weakness loosened the choke. Her opponent was now free and rolled over to top position. Jia’s was not in full mount at the moment since she was still in Maggie’s guard. However, she still clutched hair in her left hand and Jia rained down to short rights onto Maggie’s pretty face. As Jia pulled back for a third, Maggie bucked her hips at the right moment to throw Jia off of her. The contest returned to the feet as the two fighters circled each other in the ring. Jia went for a highly telegraphed right haymaker that gave her opponent ample time to counter. Maggie launched a fast right high kick that crashed into Jia’s temple as the haymaker completely missed. She stumbled across the ring resting against the ropes, clearly dazed. Sensing the fight could be mercifully stopped, Maggie feinted with a jab before shooting for a double leg takedown. She picked up the poor woman below her meaty butt and slammed her down onto the mat. She quickly passed into full mount and threw testing jabs onto the stunned woman. Jia got her hands up in time to block the punches. Jia then reached up with her left hand and grabbed at her opponent’s little nipple and tugged. Maggie again gritted her teeth through the dirty trick and threw a powerful left that bounced Jia’s head off the canvas. Yet her opponent maintained her grip and even started reaching for the left nipple. The crowd was enthralled by the dirty tactics in play and could not peel their eyes from the spectacle. Maggie shifted positions and planted her ass firmly on Jia’s face and started punishing her flabby stomach with punches. Jia simply maintained her grip on her lean opponent as her face was squashed by firm glutes. The bell rang to end the round and the tangled fighters separated and returned to their corners.

The two women glared at each other from across the ring. Maggie was shocked that Jia had employed such an underhanded attack and resolved that she would not have to lower herself to that level. Yet looking at her scratched and bruised right breast, it was clear that something must go differently in the next round. She certainly hadn’t lost the round, but she should have done better against an unskilled and unathletic opponent. Jia felt dazed from the head kick last round but generally seemed to be in good spirits. The crowd seemed to love her and she had held her own against Maggie in the last round. While maintaining eye contact with her opponent, Jia reached into her panties and rubbed her clit until the next round began.

DING!!!

Jia once again rushed towards Maggie to start the second round. This time Maggie met her in the middle of the ring. The young women’s bodies collided with a thud as Maggie sunk in her underhooks and caught Jia in a clinch. Their sweaty bodies squished against each other as Jia tried to find an opening. However, her opponent was clearly in control as a series of powerful knees punished Jia’s body. The first two went into her chubby gut causing her to feel weak. Maggie continued pulling her downward in the clinch while continuing her vicious knees. Another knee slammed into her solar plexus and Jia couldn’t breath for a moment. As her head was being pulled further down toward the knees, Jia saw her only opportunity for escape. She bit Maggie in her little left breast. Maggie screamed out in pain, releasing the clinch, and retreated from her lustful opponent. The two women stared each other down while slowly circling in the ring. Jia had redness all over her body from the knees and Maggie had scratches all over her upper body. After about thirty seconds of feeling each other out, Jia engaged by throwing a straight right that carried her weight behind it. Maggie parried it with her left while throwing a switch kick to the body. Jia grunted in pain and stumbled backward into the ropes. Her opponent continued by throwing a long combination of jab, jab, kick, hook. The jabs caught Jia in the face, the kick once again landed to the body, and the right hook to the chin knocked the woman to the ground. Jia tried to get to her knees but Maggie latched onto her back. Jia felt powerful legs wrap around her torso, constricting her ability to breath. At the same time, short hammer fists were battering her head. As Jia reached up to block the strikes, Maggie sunk in a choke. Jia was out of tricks. There was no dirty tactic she could employ to save her now. In a few brief seconds, she went limp and the fight was over. Maggie released the choke, rolled the fat girl off of her, and flexed for the crowd as Claire announced her victory.

Maggie gott to her feet, and immediately started getting off for the crowd. Winning had felt great even against such an over matched opponent and her confidence was high for the first time in weeks. She briskly removed her gloves in a business like fashion and tossed her mouth guard into the crowd. She wetted her fingers with her mouth, reached into her modest panties, and began to masturbate with slow and deliberate strokes. Jia began to stir. She looked at Maggie massaging her cunt in the middle of the ring and realized she had lost the fight. Jia wasn’t disappointed in herself. In fact, she was nervously excited to give her strong opponent the reward she had earned. Jia removed her gloves and mouth guard as well and crawled on her hands and knees to in front of where Maggie was standing. Maggie didn’t even look at Jia but simply said, “Take off those panties.” Jia did as she was told and subserviently sat in front of the other woman. Maggie continued fingering herself for another minute, closing her eyes, biting her lip, and simply enjoying her moment of pleasure. She suddenly looked down at Jia. Maggie finally removed her now soaked panties revealing her muscular ass to the crowd. She gently pushed the chubby woman flat on her back and mounted her face. “Kiss it”, whispered Maggie in a seductive tone. Jia lifted her head and kissed Maggie between her legs, inserting her tongue into her vagina. Maggie began to rock her hips and moaned knowing the orgasm was close. She used Jia like a toy and grinded against her chubby face. She just couldn’t quite reach orgasm in this position though. She sat up, and reversed her position and was now facing Jia’s body. Maggie placed her left hand on Jia’s large tit while reaching between Jia’s thick legs with her right. She found a tiny clit and began gently tapping on it while playing with Jia’s boob. Jia quickly felt an orgams coming. She had never been intimate with someone before and the feeling was all she had imagined it would be. She tried to return the favor by eating out Maggie but could not focus enough in her moment of ecstasy. Maggie heard Jia quietly moan beneath her legs and the woman orgasmed beneath her. Satisfying her opponent made Maggie feel very pleased with herself and she soon orgasmed with a few simple thrusts on Jia’s face. They both laid there in the middle of the ring for a few more moments. Maggie was first to get up. She blew a quick kiss to the crowd, and left the ring to get dressed again. The crowd cheered for her loudly. Jia stood a few seconds later. She was physically exhausted but her mind was racing from the night’s events. The members of the crowd congratulated her on her effort as she left the ring and Jia was proud of herself for doing something different this night.


Gus vs Brett (Men’s Boxing)


“All right folks, this next match is a men’s boxing match between two juicy beefcakes. The bout will take place in three minute rounds until a knockout is achieved. The winner will receive a $1000 win bonus as well as the chance to cum in the loser’s face. Now introducing in the red corner, he is 6’1’’, 191 lbs, and is a 23 year old member of Sigma Nu. Welcome Brett to the ring!” announced Claire.

The fighter removed his robe revealing his fair, muscular body as he flexed for the crowd. Brett had dirty blonde hair and pretty green eyes that made him seem approachable to those who didn’t know him yet. He was wearing only a pair of short, tight fitting, green boxer briefs that hugged the curves of his ass and his small bulge. Many of the women in the crowd, Claire included, couldn’t help but stare at his large pects, cannonball delts, and well defined abs. Brett stared across the ring, confident he could beat and humiliate his still cloaked opponent.

“Now for the blue corner. He is 5’11’’, 194 lbs, and is a 25 year old IT worker. Please welcome Gus to the ring!”
The young, Mexican-American man removed his robe revealing his fit and powerful body. He wasn’t as cut as his opponent but Gus’s wide frame made him look like the stronger of the two. He had hair covering most of his light brown body. He had brown eyes and well kempt, short brown hair. He was wearing a pair of black briefs that covered his large, muscular glutes and an ample bulge in his crotch. Gus had been lifting weights since middle school with the goal of constantly becoming stronger. After a series of discussions with his gym buddies, a real fight seemed like a good test of strength. He stared passively back at his opponent.

Claire called them to the middle of the ring for a final reminder of the rules and to touch gloves. Brett slammed his gloves down in an attempted show of force but Gus’s gloves held steady. Brett smirked as he returned to his corner and maintained their fierce eye contact. He couldn’t wait to humiliate the big man. To beat him up, bring him to his knees, and explode on his face all put a smile on Brett’s face. Gus sensed Brett’s arrogance and hoped to disrupt it during the fight.

DING!!!

The bell rang to start the first round and the two muscular men came to the center of the ring. Brett clowned his opponent with exaggerated faints while dipping in and out of his range. Gus went for a right hook to catch his cocky opponent but a lightning fast left jab stopped him in his tracks as it landed on his chin. He got his guard up just in time to block a straight right. Stunned by his opponent’s speed and power, Gus cautiously circled and kept his gloves high ready to block. More feints followed with the occasional jab and hook thrown in as well. Gus managed to avoid any damage but definitely wasn’t in control of the fight. As Brett seemed to go for a left uppercut, Gus committed to a straight left. The uppercut was a feint but the left collided with Brett’s cheek, sending him stumbling backwards and opening up a cut. The crowd gazed in awe at the power behind the punch and Brett realized he had to take this a little more seriously. They engaged once more; Brett threw a left hook to the body as Gus jabbed with his right. Both punches landed with a smack and both fighters held their ground. Brett circled around his opponent cautiously as Gus, feeling the body shot, kept out of range. Brett began throwing testing jabs that bounced harmlessly off his opponent’s gloves. All the while, Gus was backed up against the ropes. The frat boy started to unload on his opponent with combinations. Punches glanced off of Gus’s gloves as he ducked out of the way. Finally, he saw Brett wind up for a big left uppercut and countered quickly with a straight left. Brett’s head snapped back from the impact and he staggered backwards. Gus rushed in to capitalize on the moment but Brett cracked him across the chin with a right hook. Dazed and wary of each other, they clinched in the center of the ring. They grunted as their strong bodies pressed together and the two struggled for dominant position. Both fighters threw small punches to the body in the clinch but they were more focused on pushing against each other. Gus had the upper hand and pressed Brett against the ropes. He broke from the clinch as he threw a right hook that turned Brett’s head and sent him to the mat. Claire started the count and Brett quickly stirred. 1….2….3…. Brett was back on his feet ready to fight. He approached Gus but stayed right out of his range as he threw a combination of jab, straight left, right hook. The jab bounced meaninglessly off his guard but the left broke through and the right hook landed hard. Gus wobbled but stayed on his feet. He threw a wild haymaker to force Brett backwards. Brett walked forward with his guard up but a straight left from Gus broke though and made him think twice. The bell ended the round and the two fighters returned to their corners.

Brett sipped at some water and wiped away the blood from his cheek. The round had not looked good for him despite doing some damage to Gus. His opponent had brutish strength but little technique. Brett also had a slight range advantage. With the proper strategy, he could still be in this fight. Gus was pleased with how the round had gone for him. He had been able to manhandle Brett in the ring and had gotten a knockdown. He held his head high and flexed for the crowd in a show of confidence. A finish would surely come in the next round.

DING!!!

Gus confidently marched from his corner for the beginning of the second round. Brett stood to meet him and immediately started firing off jabs. His opponent pressed through them taking little damage and Brett found strong arms wrapped around him in a clinch. Gus forced Brett to carry his weight as the two sweaty men once again tested their strength. Short body shots landed on each fighter as they grunted and grinded against each other. Brett could feel Gus’s cock engorging against his body. He was forcefully walked backwards against the ropes. Gus loosened his grip and went for the same right hook that had been successful last round. Learning from his mistakes, Brett ducked out of the way and cracked his opponent across the chin with a counter left. He circled away and the two fighters stayed out of each other's range for the next twenty seconds. Intense eye contact was maintained during the break in the action. Sensing the crowd might think less of him for evading, Brett initiated combat. He stepped forward, feinted a left, and threw a right uppercut. Gus was fooled by the feint and the uppercut connected hard with his body. As he bent over in pain, a left hook landed clean and sent him stumbling into the ropes. Brett confidently went forward with a right haymaker, thinking he could end the fight right here. Gus stumbled out of the way in time. Brett went into the ropes and a left immediately caused his head to turn. Blood and sweat flew into the air as the punch connected and Brett crumpled to the floor. 1….2….3….4….5…. Brett finally began to shift on the floor. 6….7…. He grasped at the ropes and began to pull himself upwards. 8….9…. Brett was back on his feet! Neither fighter looked steady as they raised their gloves and met once again. Brett went for a jab but Gus clinched. This entanglement was short lived as he threw Brett to the ground. It was ruled a slip but it still took him several seconds to return to his feet. Humiliated, Brett was determined to make the stronger man pay. Brett feinted the same jab he had been throwing and Gus went for another clinch. This time Brett lowered himself and delivered an uppercut to the crotch. The punch connected both with his dick and balls as Gus stumbled backwards into a corner in pain. A sick grin came across Brett’s face and this time he faked the uppercut and went for a straight right. Now overprotective of his balls, Gus’s undefended head snapped back as the punch connected. He appeared to be out on his feet but his opponent wasn’t finished with him. Brett continued with a barrage of punches with a mixture of head, body, and crotch shots. Each landed with a respective thud or squish and Gus stood there complete defenseless. A small bulge formed in Brett’s green boxers as he continued the onslaught. The bell rang and the round mercifully ended.


Brett returned to his corner now somewhat steady on his feet. His opponent had been absolutely dominated at the end of the last round. Brett reached a gloved hand below his legs and stroked it against his now hard cock. He would punish Gus some more this round, knock him out, and then explode all over his face. Gus spent the round dazed in the same corner he had received his beatdown. He sat on his ass, tried to drink some water but ended up pouring most of it onto himself. The minute passed quickly for him and it was time for the next round.

DING!!!

Gus slowly stood to his feet as the third round began. As soon as he was up, Brett was in front of him and threw another devastating crotch shot. Feeling his already mangled junk be violently compressed again, Gus collapsed to the mat. 1….2….3…. Gus was breathing heavily but still flat on his face. 4….5….6….7…. He rolled over onto his back. 8….9…. Gus was done. It was clear he had no intention of getting up just to be beaten up more. 10! “The winner by unconventional knockout is Brett!” announced Claire. Brett was disappointed that the fight was already over but smiled and flexed for the crowd anyways.

Gus took some time to recover as his opponent celebrated across the ring. Eventually, he dutifully left his corner and knelt down in the center of the ring. Brett ignored him for some time. He continued showboating for the audience and even flirted with a few. He seductively began removing his briefs, pulling them down his muscular legs. He revealed crotch that had been trimmed bare and his hard, 4 inch dick. He stroked his hair with one hand as he stroked his cock with the other. He bit his lip to suppress a moan and walked over to where Gus was kneeling. “Cradle my balls.” dictated Brett and Gus submissively did so. As his balls were tenderly held and jiggled, Brett felt himself coming closer to orgasm. He accelerated his strokes and said, “Kiss it, big boy.” Gus leaned in and gave the wet cock a sloppy kiss on the head. A few seconds later, Brett’s body twitched and semen globbed onto Gus’s forehead. Brett flexed once more and promptly left the ring victorious. His junk flopped around as he went between the ropes. Gus stood up, cum oozing down his face, and followed after a humiliating defeat. Brett had been the stronger man tonight.


Adam vs Paige (Mixed Boxing)


“All right everyone, our fourth fight of the night is a mixed boxing match. The fight will continue in three minute rounds until a knockout is achieved. The winner will receive a $1000 fight bonus as well as top position during sex after the match. Now introducing in the blue corner, he is 5’8’’, 156 lbs, and is a 26 year old graduate student, please welcome Adam!” hollered Claire.
The young black man removed his robe revealing a body with an average build of someone who worked out a couple times a week. He had short black hair and pretty light brown eyes that looked golden in the right lighting. He was wearing only a loose fitting pair of plaid boxers. He beat his chest with a gloved fist as the crowd cheered for him. He was on the smaller side of male fighters tonight but there was a determination in his eyes that showed he wanted to prove himself.
“And in the red corner. She is 5’3’’, weighs 121 lbs, 23 years old and wants the audience to follow her on instagram. Everyone welcome Paige!”

The small blonde fighter removed her robe revealing her large, round boobs with large areola to go with them. Adam couldn’t help but gawk at the tight body of his opponent. She was wearing only a black thong that showed off her tan butt. Paige’s long blonde hair was braided and her blue eyes sparkled. She beat her fists together, posing for a picture taken by her friend Becca. Becca was slightly taller and heavier than Paige, had curly hair that went down to her shoulders, and light brown skin.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” asked Becca with concern in her voice.

“Definitely. He’s not nearly as big or tough looking as those last two. I can take him.”

“He’s still a lot bigger than you. Just be careful.”

Claire beckoned the fighters to the center of the ring for a final reminder of the rules and to touch gloves. As they met, Paige could see the beginnings of a large erection in Adam’s boxers. Paige bit her lip sexily as the fighters touched gloves and returned to their corners. Paige did her best to hide her nervousness. This was her first fight ever and it was against a man at that. But if she could beat a larger and stronger opponent, it would do wonders for her following. Plus extra cash never hurt. Adam knew he had the advantage in this fight and was somewhat disappointed by that fact. He wanted to fight to prove to himself that he could hold his own. Beating up on a smaller opponent for round after round didn’t seem to prove anything. He hoped he could make this quick.

DING!!!

Paige walked to the middle of the ring, gloves raised high and swaying her hips back and forth in a teasing way. Adam walked to meet her in the center with his guard also raised high. As they got close, Paige jiggled her beautiful boobs with her gloves. Adam was visibly distracted by his opponent’s perfect body as a quick jab slammed into his stomach. He gasped for air and dropped to one knee for a moment. “Do you like that, big boy?”, asked Paige in a mocking tone. The crowd laughed and heckled the man who had just been knocked down by a smaller opponent. Adam immediately got to his feet and didn’t even give Claire a chance to start the count. Paige turned 90 degrees and gave her cute little ass a smack to tease her opponent once again. This time Adam stayed focused on the fight and landed a stiff left jab to Paige’s face. She stumbled a few feet but managed to stay on her feet. “Keep your fucking hands up!” yelled Becca from the corner. Paige realized she might have to take this fight a little more seriously as she raised her gloves and marched towards Adam. Squared up, Paige threw a left jab as Adam threw a right to the body. Both shots landed with a respective smack of glove hitting skin. Paige followed up with a right hook as Adam went for a left jab. Once again the shots landed and once again the fighters decided to stand their ground. They fought at a fast pace, trading body shots, jabs, hooks, and straights for the next thirty seconds. As Paige went for a wild haymaker with her right, Adam loaded up an uppercut that slammed into her chin. Paige went flying backwards with only the ropes keeping her up. She was dazed but managed to get her hands up in time as Adam approached. He put his weight behind a straight right that crashed through his opponent’s gloves and busted her lip open. “Paige! Get out of there!” cried Becca in desperation but it seemed clear the fight was coming to an end. Paige tried to fight back throwing a jab but it landed weakly as Adam landed a left hook to her tight body. She tried clinching but Adam forcefully shoved her back into the ropes as if she weighed nothing. Paige knew that she couldn’t trade with Adam for long but she figured she might as well go out fighting. She rammed her right hand into Adam’s semi-erect cock eliciting a grunt of pain from her opponent. Paige tried for a lower blow towards his balls but Adam knocked her off balance with a powerful jab. Yet she rallied again throwing a combination of jab, jab, hook that forced Adam backwards. Determined not to be pushed around by the smaller woman, Adam grabbed hold of Paige and threw her with all his might into the ropes. She bounced off them and stumbled right into the haymaker Adam had waiting for her. Her mouth guard went flying out of her mouth as she crumpled to the canvas. 1….2….3…. Paige started crawling to the edge of the ring. Adam gazed at her tits as they were dragged across the ground. 4….5….6….She reached for the ropes to help herself climb up. 7….8….9….She was still on her knees with her tight butt sticking out. She wouldn’t make the count in time. 10! The fight was over. “The winner by knockout is Adam!” The crowd cheered for the winner of the fast paced fight.

Adam paraded around the ring, gloves raised in the air, celebrating his victory. He had put on a good show for the audience and from their cheers it seemed like he would be welcome back. “Hope you’re fucking proud of yourself”, sneered Becca as he moved past her. It didn’t matter to Adam that his victory had been over a smaller opponent. A win was sure to lead to tougher fighters down the road. He saw Paige sitting against the robes, now fully conscious, and realized that it was time. Adam removed his gloves and mouth guard and approached her. Paige felt dejected. The fight had been exciting but it hadn’t felt close. She could hear Becca yell something at Adam and then walk away shaking her head in disgust. As she stared off into space, Adam came over to her, knelt down, and gave her a lingering kiss on the cheek. He gently began removing her gloves doing his best to provide tender aftercare to his beaten opponent. Paige opened up to him, returning his kiss on the cheek while placing a hand on his soft ass. The two quietly moaned as they tenderly caressed one another. Adam reached into Paige’s thong and began stroking her clit between his thumb and pinky while inserting two fingers inside her. This drove Paige wild as she yelled, “Fuck, don’t stop!” Adam continued and broke off a passionate French kiss to suck on her tit. Paige moans became louder and louder until Adam suddenly stopped. He stood up and promptly dropped his boxer shorts revealing his now hard, thick, 6 inch cock. He had an assertive tone about him as he said, “Stand up, turn towards the ropes.” Paige submissively did as she was told. Once she was facing away from him, she felt Adam take her in his strong arms and firmly bend her over between the second and third rope. Adam pulled her thong from her dripping wet pussy. Paige gasped as the large dick was inserted into her vagina. Placing his right hand on her firm cheek and grabbing her braid with his left, Adam began to thrust at a steady but fast pace. Each time he came forward, Paige was pressed into the ropes. Her large boobs dangled and jiggled for all the crowd to see. Becca dutifully took pictures as her friend was fucked against the ropes. Paige bit her lip to hold in a moan as she tapped lightly on her clit as the dick thrusted in and out of her. Finally, the orgasmic moment came as she cried out in pleasure. Adam pulled her upwards by the hair, grabbed a tit in each hand, and moaned into her ear as he continued. A few strokes later he gasped as he came inside her. He leaned against her for a few minutes lightly kissing her neck as the two sweaty fighters breathed heavily. Eventually, Adam separated from the fit blonde woman. He raised his hands in victory one more time and left the ring. Becca walked over to Paige as she untangled herself from the ropes. “Are you ok?”, asked Becca with concern.
“My body and ego are bruised but I’ll be fine,” replied Paige. “But the night wasn’t without its merits.” Paige exited the rings and leaned on her friend as the two exited the room.


Barb vs John (Mixed MMA)


“All right folks, we’ve had a night of great fights so far but I think this last fight will be a real treat. We have a grudge match between a man and his ex wife. The ex wife doesn’t like how his much younger girlfriend has been posting pictures of the two of them on social media. When words couldn’t reach a conclusion the two decided to resolve their differences in the ring. The fight will be MMA style and will continue in rounds until a fighter submits or is out cold. The winner will receive a cash prize as well as twenty minutes to perform whatever sexual act they want on the loser.” Most of the crowd were deep into their cups at this point of the night but still let out a cheer for the terms of the fight. “Now in the red corner. She is 5’8’’, 185 lbs, and 38 years old. Everyone give it up for the newly ex-housewife Barb!”

Barb glared at Claire after what had seemed like a disrespectful introduction. The pale, black haired fighter removed her robe revealing her massive pair of round, slightly sagging breasts. Hugging underneath her large bust and extending down her stomach was a tattoo of a vine with black and white flowers trailing down it. She had kept her hair down for the fight and it even looked recently styled. Barb turned the gaze of her dark brown with a fiery intensity towards her still hooded opponent. She wore only a plain red pair of panties that partially covered her fat ass. Traces of cellulite could be seen running down her rear and on her meaty thighs. She had the physique of a woman who worked out regularly but didn’t care too much about what she ate. She self consciously wondered if the crowd would have cheered more if she had worn the lace panties or the thong instead.
“Now in the blue corner. He is 6’0’’ even, weighs 202 lbs, and is 40 years old. Welcome recent ex-husband John to the ring.”
The brawny, middle aged man removed his robe revealing his fair skinned, hair body. John wasn’t necessarily muscular but everything about him looked wide and powerful. A healthy layer of fat gave him an attractive dad bod. He had short black hair that was beginning to recede, bright blue eyes, and was sporting a neat five o’clock shadow. He was wearing a black speedo that hugged his large ass and showed off his thick thighs. Everyone with a clear view couldn’t miss the massive member that his speedo contained. He cracked his knuckles and stared intensely at his ex-wife, hoping that this night would bring closure to their conflict.

Claire called the two fighters to the middle of the ring for a final reminder of the rules and to touch gloves. The two fighters maintained constant eye contact during the exchange, careful not to gaze at the former assets they had once enjoyed. Barb tensely extended her gloves and John met them with a powerful smack in an attempt to intimidate the woman. The fighters returned to their corners, seemingly unrattled. John tried his best to get a read on Barb. His former wife had always been a little insecure but had become an absolute mess since his affair with Christine and subsequent divorce. She stalked him and his girlfriend relentlessly on social media and Christine could never escape Barb’s gaze at the gym. Words had done nothing to resolve the issue so the two had agreed to fight it out in this spectacle. In the other corner, Barb inadvertently took a quick glance at her ex-husband’s crotch. She couldn’t help but think out how his huge dick had filled her over the years. Barb had been the perfect housewife in her mind. She cooked, cleaned, and romanced her husband with enthusiasm but it did nothing to stop him from cheating. The divorce had caused her to reduce her lifestyle and greatly doubt herself. Beating the shit out of the man across the ring would be good payback for running off with some skank.

DING!!!

The two fighters walked cautiously to the middle of the ring, arms raised high to protect their faces. They circled each other, waiting for someone to make the first move while trading insults.

“Fat pig,” muttered Barb through her mouthguard.

“Look who’s talking,” replied John.

“Your limp cock is way too big to comfortably fuck a real woman”

“I’ve never heard a complaint from Christine.”

With that, Barb lunged forward putting her weight behind a straight right. John mostly blocked it with his gloves as they were forced back into his face. He countered with a right uppercut towards his opponent’s large chest but it glanced off her elbow at the last minute. Barb backed off a step and threw a quick left jab that collided into his face as she retreated. John shook off the jab and marched forward with a combination of right hook, left jab, and right hook again. The first hook went towards the body and was easily dodged. Barb walked right into a jab to the face that snapped her head back. In her stunned state, a right hook slammed into her stomach causing her to grimace in pain. Barb needed to keep in mind that she was fighting a man with almost twenty pounds on her. Even his lighter blows had the power to do damage. She regained her senses and raised her fists once more. She circled to the left as John threw another left jab and circled again, anticipating the right uppercut that followed. Seeing an opening, she launched a straight right that crashed into his eye. She stayed light on her feet, making sure that she did not get backed into a corner. John rushed toward the large woman, potentially shooting for a takedown but Barb once again stepped out of the way and punished his right eye again with a jab. He fell to one knee but his opponent did not seem to be interested in a ground fight and waited for him to rise again. John threw a series of hooks and jabs to keep Barb distracted as he kept marching her down. Out of almost a dozen punches thrown, only a jab managed to get through her defense. She smiled to herself until she felt her butt press against the ropes and realized she was cornered. Against such a large man, the only chance of escape was to fight her way out. Barb didn’t fancy trading blows with John though. He put his weight behind a powerful right hook that slammed into Barb’s face and knocked her guard away. Barb maintained her equilibrium and threw a leg kick that went unchecked. At the same time John threw a left jab into her massive right tit. If there was one thing he would miss from their relationship, it was definitely playing with her boobs. Barb responded with an uppercut that went straight up the middle and clocked the big man on the chin. He stumbled back as Barb pressed forward with jabs and leg kicks. A jab connected with his face under the eye, a leg kick chopped at his calf, and another jab landed to the body. As John raised his gloves in defense, the round ended and the fighters returned to their corners.

John took a big gulp of water, letting some of it run down his hairy chest. The round had felt fairly even to him. Barb had seemed vulnerable at moments and only one of her punches had hurt him. He would have to be sure to protect his right eye as there was some swelling beneath it. He brazenly reached down and started stroking his cock, thinking about what hole he was gonna put it in. Meanwhile Barb towelled off the blood that had begun to flow from a small cut on her cheek caused by that big right hook. She massaged her right tit, hoping that the inevitable bruise wouldn’t be too bad. The round had roughly met her expectations for the fight. She had what it took to win the extra money she needed but John definitely could overpower her. She sipped at some water waiting for the next round.

DING!!!

Feeling the momentum from the end of the last round, Barb rushed to meet her opponent in combat. John barely had time to get his gloves up as a flurry of jabs were thrown his way. His wide arms helped him block all of them as he marched forward into his opponent. With an easy shove, he sent Barb flying backwards onto her ass. It was mesmerizing seeing gravity play with her tits as she fell backwards. Barb quickly scrambled to her feet, not wanting to get pinned down. She threw a kick to her opponent’s body that landed with a satisfying smack as she narrowly ducked her head out of the way of a left hook. She circled to the left and jabbed but John walked through it and threw his left arm around the woman for a clinch. With his right, he intermittently held her in place while occasionally throwing body shots. Barb threw body shots of her own but they were nothing compared to the hooks digging into her belly and boob. John continued his punishment and whispered, “You stupid bitch, stepping into the ring with me was a mistake.” into Barb’s ear. He walked her back into the ropes and pressed his weight against her. There sweaty bodies grinded together as Barb tried to find a better position. She grunted loudly as another punch slammed into her left tit. She threw a knee in response that collided with John’s large bulge, compressing his junk together in one painful moment. He staggered backwards and before he could regain his guard, Barb’s shin crashed into his head knocking him to the ground. The high kick threw Barb off balance as well and she stumbled to the ground after him. She quickly crawled on top of the still dazed man and plopped her fat ass right on top of his face. She leaned backward and threw another punch to the groin for good measure. This cruelty caused John to stir from beneath her. As humiliating as the facesit was, Barb realized she needed to move to a position where she could either knock him out or submit him. As she sat up to transition to a scissor choke, John leaned forward and bit her right where he knew her clit was. The woman screamed in pain and rolled off her opponent as she flailed on the mat. The large, sweaty man easily pinned her to the ground as he transitioned into a dominant mounted position. She tried to buck him off but his weight was just too much for her to overcome. “You’re gonna pay for that,” sneered John. He began punishing her tits in every way he could imagine. He threw hammerfist down at them in a rhythmic fashion as if they were speed bags. Barb moaned in pain beneath him and weakly threw a punch to his groin that was mostly absorbed by John’s thick cock. Unfazed, John slapped Barb powerfully across the face with his right hand while pulling against her left boob. Some members of the crowd could faintly see his bulge growing into a long erection. Barb was still conscious and tried to lift her legs up around John but just couldn’t quite get the angle. He inched forward up her body as her legs flailed behind him. When his groin met the base of her bust, he whipped his 7 inch erect penis and began thrusting it between her round boobs. In three quick strokes he came between her boobs and onto her face. The bell rang ending the round.

John climbed off his opponent and lifted his fists and preemptive triumph. He walked back to his stool leaving his dick swinging in the air. The audience could see it begin to lose its stiff shape but it kept most of its size. His speedo had torn in the process of tit fucking his ex wife so he elected to remove it in the break. The round had been very dominant for him and he was sure this finish was coming soon. It took Barb a few seconds to pick herself up off the ground. She was a mess. Returning to her corner, she toweled off the cum from her face and body but much of it was still clinging to her hair. Her formerly pale tits were red from the impacts they had taken and would certainly be bruised. Seeing her opponent remove his clothing, Barb followed suit, not wanting to be out done. Pulling her panties down her thick thighs, she revealed the well kept bush that accompanied her pussy. She was sore from the last round but a lifetime of cardio kept her confident she could pull the fight back.

DING!!!

The bell rang and the third round began with John throwing a jab feint and then shooting for the takedown. Barb didn’t fall for the feint too hard and manage to sprawl and sink in underhooks. The two were caught in a stalemate as John reached for his ex-wife’s beautiful legs and Barb kept them out of reach. John’s head was caught between her tits in the exchange and he turned his head to bite them to break the stalemate. Feeling him do so, his opponent launched a powerful knee that cracked into his nose. John lost his equilibrium for a moment and Barb released him as he fell to his knees. As he stood back up, blood could be seen flowing from his like broken nose. The two circled each other for some time, now wary of the damage each could inflict and the means by which they were willing to do it. Barb went for a leg kick into a straight left as her opponent countered with a left uppercut to her face. Barb’s leg kick landed hard but the powerful uppercut caused her left to only glance off John’s chin. Barb stumbled backwards as his leg buckled slightly and both their ample bodies jiggled. John pressed forward with a left jab that was blocked by his opponent. He went for a right hook immediately after that caught her in the tit before she could circle away in time. Barb fought through her pain and threw a right jab followed by a body kick, both of which forced John back a bit. John knew that while he had the power, his wife was ultimately the more athletic of the two. If he was gonna win the fight, it would have to be within the next five or so minutes. He started relentlessly headhunting the woman with wild combinations, hoping that one powerful punch would be enough to knock her to the ground. Dangerous haymakers whizzed past Barb as she sidestepped the onslaught. She returned with quick jabs and body shots to stay a threat in the fight. Eventually, a left jab caught her on the chin and she could only barely get her guard up in time to block the right haymaker that came barreling towards his face. She was forced backwards into the ropes. Thinking he had done more damage than he actually had, John put his full weight behind a straight right that would floor Barb if it landed clean. She parried the punch as she stepped to the side. Her opponent’s momentum carried him into the ropes. Seeing an opportunity, Barb leapt onto his back, dr****g her right arm over his shoulder and wrapping her legs around his torso in a body triangle. She rained down short punches with her left to capitalize on her suddenly dominant position. John stood up straight, carrying the near four hundred pounds between them to the center of the ring. He pounded aimlessly at her thighs with one hand while trying to block punches with the other. Barb sunk in the rear-naked choke and John’s connection to consciousness began to weaken. He fell backwards in a desperate attempt to shake her off and the two fell to the mat with a loud thud. The brunt of John’s heavy upper body fell onto Barb’s big bust and she gasped in pain at the impact. Her grip loosened and John began turning himself around as the bell rang ending the round.

The two glared daggers as they returned to their corners sweaty, bloody, and beaten. Barb sipped at water and was somewhat pleased with the progress she had made that round. Grappling with John still seemed dangerous but he was growing noticeably weaker as the fight went on. She idly began playing with her clit as she strategized for the next round. As long as she didn’t get pinned like she did in the second, victory seemed possible. John breathed deeply in his corner. Barb had stayed quick on her feet throughout the fight and her takedown defense last round had been brutal. He could no longer breath from his nose. Gulping down some water, he wondered just how he was gonna finish the fight.

DING!!!

Both fighters staggered to their feet, bruised and bloody from the previous rounds. John took a cautious approach as his ex-wife pressed forward. She threw a heavy leg kick as her opponent kept his fists high. The impact into his calf caused him to buckle a little as he slowly circled around Barb. He had such little energy left that he needed to wait for the right moment to knock the woman down. Barb through a jab that landed ineffectively against her opponent’s gloves and followed up with a right hook that landed clean to his body. He let out an exaggerated grunt of pain and staggered backwards with his fists lowered. Barb charged forward with a straight right as John sneakily countered with a right uppercut. Both punches landed to the face with a spray of blood and sweat. Barb crashed to the mat flat on her back as John stumbled backwards in the ropes. He came to his senses after a couple seconds and rushed forwards towards his ex-wife with a leaping punch. Still on the ground, Barb threw a desperate up kick that caught John on the chin. He went flying off course and landed hard on the mat about a foot away from her. Neither fighter stirred for a few seconds. Barb started dragging herself to the ropes to pull herself up since her legs still weren’t quite steady. John began to get himself up onto one knee. Barb pulled herself up and many audience members in the front row were lucky enough to get a long look at her body in its entirety. As she turned herself around in time to see her ex-husband stagger to his feet and his dick swing like a pendulum as he wobbled. Neither fighter looked all there as they slowly met each other in the center of the ring once more. Seeing double, Barb launched a right hook in what she thought was the direction of John’s face. It missed and John slammed a left into Barb’s gut. She gasped for air and stumbled forward into John knocking them both to the ground once more. Barb was on top but caught in John’s guard between his thick, hairy legs. His large junk was pressed up against her stomach. She tried to stand back up but John squeezed with his legs, trapping her and making it difficult to breathe. He tried to sit up to land some punches but his upper body was just too heavy for how tired he was. He simply squeezed harder with his legs and Barb grunted in pain. She bit down hard on her mouth guard and began raining down punches on her opponent’s body. The punches started weak but soon John’s scissorhold failed and Barb began raining down real punishment. Eventually, she got back to her feet, gave John a kick in the balls, and then taunted him to get back up. The round ended with John still writhing around on the ground.

Barb returned to her corner looking much steadier than she did in the middle of the round. She looked like she still had the energy for several more rounds if the fight required it. She sipped water as she massaged the red marks on her once pale body. She blew a kiss to some cute college boy in the crowd and then turned to her opponent in disdain. It took most of the break just for John to return to his feet. When he returned to his stool, he guzzled down the remainder of his water and took deep breaths. Things were not looking good for him.

DING!!!

Barb stood up for the fifth round with determination in her eyes. Her opponent was clearly exhausted and as long as she didn’t get caught by the last power punches he had in him, her victory seemed likely. John met her in the middle and immediately went all in on a straight right. His arms were heavy though and Barb kneed him in the stomach as the punch missed. She shoved him away and as he went into the ropes her right hook connected with his face. With only the ropes holding him up and no energy to lift his gloves, Barb pummeled him for the next thirty seconds. Jabs, hooks, kicks, knees slammed into her ex-husband, battering his face in body. One final straight right mercifully ended the barrage and John fell to the floor face first. Seconds went by and with no response from the beaten man, Barb planted her foot on his ass and raised her arms in victory. “The winner by knockout is Barb! What a fucking incredible fight,” exclaimed Claire.

John finally came to on the mat. He remembered little of the end of the fight but reasoned that he had been knocked out. His thoughts were confirmed as he sat up and saw Barb standing above him with a thick, pink, 7 inch strap on dildo dangling between her beautiful legs. She was currently in the process of lubing it in a slow, seductive manner. Seeing him awake, she wordlessly beckoned him toward the middle of the ring. Knowing the drill, John crawled to the middle of the ring on his hands and knees. Pegging had been a favorite of theirs in the bedroom but John was always embarrassed to admit he liked being dominated by a woman in this fashion. He dropped down to his elbows and put his hairy ass up in the air as Barb positioned herself behind him. She started simply by inserting two fingers and massaging his anus as an erection grew between his legs. After a stinging slap of his ass, she began to insert the massive dildo. John audibly moaned as he realized it was much larger than anything they had tried before. Barb started slowly and gently thrusting into the large man and the tight fighting dildo slid in and out in rhythmic motion. As she went on, Barb grabbed tightly onto his hips and roughly fucked him. John and his ex-wife’s cheeks clapped as they both moaned loudly. John muttered, “Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.” Knowing he was close to orgasm, Barb reached between his legs with an open hand. With one deep breath, John came and a heavy load shot into Barb’s hand. She immediately flipped the man over and sat on his chest. She whipped the dildo back and forth while smearing his own cum in his face and hair. She removed the dildo and set it down next to John’s head. “Did you like getting fucked by your own dick?” asked Barb with an evil grin on her face. Before he could respond, she sat her fat ass on his face and began to slowly grind on it. She took her time with her orgasm. Barb slowly rubbed her hairy pussy into John’s face while teasing and playing with herself for the crowd. Anytime her defeated opponent tried to feel her up with his hands, she slapped them away in disgust. She rode his face with a newfound confidence and jiggled her big round boobs asynchronously in each hand. She moaned softly as she came onto his face. She quickly stood up, picked up the dildo, and walked out of the ring without looking back. The audience cheered and many offered to buy Barb a drink. As John laid in the ring, Claire made her final announcements for the night.
“I hope everyone enjoyed this evening of steamy competition as much as I did. We had some great fights tonight and some hot post fight celebrations. I hope to see you all back next month for a soon to be announced set of bouts.”