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APRIL'S OFFER – PART FIVE
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.

END PART FIVE