A boring start

The event was held in a huge gym with multiple rings, some of which were completely empty. Most of the rings where the fights took place were near the entrance, and there were always a few veterans or prodigies standing there, waiting for their next victim.

Personally, I’d been there less than an hour and already wanted to leave. After beating a guy who was showing off too much by making him come with a barrage of punches to the balls until he went limp against the ropes, my mood had gone from bored to angry and embarrassed when I heard a girl call us “gay.”

I stepped out of the ring and ran toward her, stopping just a few centimeters from her face.

She was a woman with caramel-colored skin and long, dark red hair. Her pink lips were full and inviting, and her hazel eyes were mischievous and piercing. She was almost as tall as me, and I didn’t have to look down too far to meet her gaze.

“What did you say?”

“You heard me just fine. All you men do is fuck each other and boost your own ranks. The only reason we women stay low in the ranks is because you’re all fags who aren’t the least bit attracted to a hot chick like me.”

At that point, I got a hard-on-after all, she was an incredibly sexy woman. Just looking at her big breasts, barely contained by her sports bra, was enough, so I invited her into the ring.

“Maybe you’re not a faggot,” she said, smirking as she climbed through the ropes, “but I can’t wait to smash your pretty little face and suck you dry while you’re sleeping on the ring mat.”

As soon as the bell rang, she charged at me.

Jab after jab, she pushed me toward the ropes and started throwing furious hooks that sent my head shaking from left to right. To everyone watching, I must have looked like a scared and disoriented puppy. But I was watching her breathing, waiting for the moment her guard dropped.

She must have thought she had me, because she immediately started focusing on my dick, trying to force the orgasm and end the contest in style. With one gloved hand she massaged my balls and gripped my cock, rubbing my entire length through my shorts, while with the other she landed hard, slow punches on my abs-each impact timed to a stroke, trying to overwhelm me with friction and pain.

The rounds were six minutes long. I let her work me for five, my cock stiff and leaking but my orgasm nowhere close. I had trained for this. Most of these idiots thought a few punches and a rough handjob were enough to break a man.

I shoved her away, caught her with a quick one-two, and she fell face-first onto the canvas. I was on top of her before she could roll over. I yanked her shorts down and penetrated her ass with extreme ferocity, using every inch of my advantage to drive her toward the edge. She started begging me to stop, slapping her hands on the ring mat in a sign of surrender-but in this contest, surrender didn’t mean submission. It meant she was about to come.

That was enough for me.

I pulled out the second I felt her clench, denying her the orgasm, and let her collapse onto the mat, trembling and unfinished. I stood up, my cock still hard and aching, and decided to take a break.

Not only did I hate boxing because I couldn’t find any opponents, but now I was also being called a faggot. I needed to find a woman I liked and quit this damn sport.