World Titboxing Organization

HalFaith:

HalFaith: The ringing of iron clashed out through the quiet gym. I had a habit of this - finding myself alone. I enjoyed it. It let me focus. Something I'd always found difficult. It'd been two years since my humiliation in the first ever sanctioned intergender titboxing match, and the feel of Masha's boot crushing down on my cock had left an impression. I felt myself swell at the thought - I'd never been able to argue with that sensation. It was one of the most erotic nights of my life.

HalFaith: I gripped the barbell tight and grunted quietly, listening to the sound of a leather shift beneath me and the metals creak under my weight. I'd gained muscle since she last saw me. A *lot* of muscle. I needed to keep up with the Russian champion. I *needed* it. I benched slow and powerful, gasping under my breath with each pump - the plates clanked over and over again - and then I heard those footsteps.

HalFaith: This was an official WTO gym, sure, but it was quiet for one. I'd hoped to be alone for my set - but then I turned my head and saw her. She must have been in the ultra-heavyweight bracket from the size of her tits. I sit up slowly, rolling my thick shoulders as I do.

HalFaith: "...can I help you, miss?" I murmur, unimpressed at the thought of having to workout with company for the night. My eyes explored her body without shame. I had earned my place here with that rookie bout those years ago - and I was going to enjoy every single advantage that gave me.

Cheryl_Clashes: I had been taking advantage of the WTO's facilities in solitude for a little while now. I had the perfect schedule that allowed me to get some peace while I got a pump on. I was headed to the gym, towel over my shoulders and draped over my bouncing beauties. Over the towel rest my gloves tied together by their laces. My phone tucked into my thong string, pumping house tune playing in my ear as I entered the gym. I was heading toward the heavy bag but noticed another body as I made my way on my usual route. You sat up as I was walking past, barely hearing you for a second. "Yeah, you can leave. No one is hear at" I look up to the clock then back to you. "No one is ever here between 2:45 and 4. That's when I use the gym" I huffed at you. My gaze trailed over your chiseled frame. My eyes narrowed for a moment recognizing you slowly. I had watched the match with Masha and had rooted for her to win but couldn't help but admire how well you handled her. "Didn't that Russian girl kick your ass a few years ago?" I raise my brow, planting my left foot on the space on the bench between your legs. I rest an arm on my toned thigh, leaning in slightly, almost interrogating the new male titboxer.

HalFaith: My back arched for a moment as I lifted my head to meet your eyes, slowly trickling my oceans of blue down your body, taking in your gargantuan form. Had I seen you before? Perhaps... in the ring, years ago? I had been watching the WTO since the moment I turned 18, but that didn't change where I was now. I stop at your foot, planted so close to my already semi-stiff member poking up through my red gym thong, grunting quietly before a scowl crosses my lips. I eye your worn, pink gloves hanging just above your monstrous tits with a raised brow. "I'm sorry... who the *fuck* do you think you are? This is my fucking gym right now. I've been coming here for weeks without a single person in sight." I wipe the sweat from my brow nice and slow, my bicep bulging tight. "...Masha is number one on my list of sluts to destroy. If she hadn't had landed that lucky fucking low-blow, *I'd* be your WTO champion right now." I mutter with an air of young arrogance.

Cheryl_Clashes: I scowled at your reply, noticing your barely cover cock shifting in the thin fabric. "I think I've got seniority is who I am. I've been coming here for YEARS at this point. You're upsetting the routine." I huffed and rolled my eyes. I moved my foot off the bench, arms crossed under my big bust now, pushing them up, nipples slighlty peeking from behind the towel. "She's number one on mine as well. I've been seeking a title shot for a while now." I growl then smirk. "Too bad yours didn't go well. I bet that weak cock of yours is still embarrassed she got the better of you" a devious chuckle. "... You know what? I'll fight you for it. The privacy and the next chance to take the champ on... You just might be the warmup I need for my session."

HalFaith: "You're one full of yourself bitch, you know? My cock would've dominated her fucking body withouot hesitation given one more chance." I growl, standing slowly. I shamelessly take in every curve of your body, from your massive chest squeezed tight around your arms, to your beautiful gut and thighs. My heavy pecs heave slowly as my breath quickens, and I raise an eyebrow at your challenge - a veteran heavyweight versus a still green male rookie? "You're fucking on. You're going to regret challenging me, slut. Meet me in the ring in five minutes. I hope you know that once I'm done using you as a punching bag - I'm going to use you as something else entirely." I crack my knuckles and roll my neck, heading to my bag to grab my fresh red pair of 20oz gloves.

Cheryl_Clashes: "Hmph! That's what every loser says after they laid tits up by a tougher foe..." My eyes narrowed "And that's from the queen bitch" I hissed back. You stood up, towering a good six inches over my goddess built frame. I step in, pressing my soft bosom against your ripped chest, hands planting themselves on my wide hips. I chuckle at your cocky response. "That's what they all say. Right before I use them as my throne. Hope you can hold your breath." I smirked, blowing you a devilish kiss before I turned and headed to the ring. My plump rump swayed hypnotically as I walked away. I stretched out a bit, laying my pink gloves out beside me for my little warm up. Soon enough, I'd pull the 20oz leathers on to my hands, making sure they're on nice and snug before slipping into the nearest corner. I shadow boxed, toned muscles flexing and shining in the ring lights as I shadow boxed, awaiting the arrival of the mixed newcomer.

HalFaith: I strapped the heavy gloves on with a scowl - I knew how this gym worked. The ring was always recorded. Always. I was going to *break* this bitch and show the WTO exactly who this ultra-heavyweight is and what I do. As I stepped out of the locker room into the light, my bulging muscle pumped and stretched, covered in a thin layer of sweat from the previous workout, glistening softly. I see your massive form in the ring, throwing punch after punch. Watching your massive tits sway in the light... I pulsed and throbbed between my legs, grunting quietly as I push the ropes down and enter the ring with you. "...nice ass, slut. The photo of it on display is gonna look great in my trophy room." A cocky smirk crossed my lips as I slipped my mouthguard in, chewing down hard and pounding my gloves together a few times, leaning back in the corner opposite you. "I bet 'the queen' looks fucking great covered in milk and bruises." I chuckle to myself, keeping my eyes pinned to your sexy, toned, thick body, feeling my own pecs and abs flex and throb.

HalFaith:

HalFaith:

Cheryl_Clashes: I noticed you strolling to the ring, an eager smile creeping across my lips. My next victim. A lamb to the slaughter. I was going to show this new face that he doesn't belong in this league. My curves danced playfully in the lights as I made sure the motor was running right. "The only souvenir you're getting, is this thong stuffed in your mouth." I mocked, the thin fabric up with the thumbs of my gloves and letting it snap against my soft skin. Your meaty package was barely contained by the tiny thong you dawned. My loins were stirring at the thought of draining you in this ring and showing the tape to all the members of the club. I'd step forward, meeting you in the center of the ring. I'd press my heavy hangers against your chest, gently sliding them over your pecs. "You know, I don't often beat up flat chested chicks, but for you, I'll make an exception" I huffed, my hazel hues locked on to yours, confidence radiating from my body.

HalFaith: I step in time with you and meet you in the centre of our battleground, the scowl still present on my face. I feel your huge chest start to rub against my meaty pecs, my breathe heaving our chests up and down as your slick melons grind on me. A gloved hand slowly reaches up and grips your veteran tit, kneading it slow and passionate, feeling your full jugs in all their weight and might. I was throbbing at the thought of what I was going to do to you, and it was showing between my thighs, and in my chest. "hmph...you know what I did in my tryout, don't you? I milked that professional slut like a fucking cow." I bite down on my mouthguard a little harder as my face turns.. almost flirty. "Oh, I'm keeping that fucking thong and hanging it right alongside the photo of your cum-blasted tits and purple face." I smirk, chuckling to myself and feeling your weight jiggle against my hard, thick muscle... slowly, I step back and release your huge breast, lifting my gloves, the bright red leather glinting in the light, locking eyes with you, daggers from my ocean of blue straight through your hazel gardens.

HalFaith:

Cheryl_Clashes: I felt your gloves hefting up my big melons a bit, pressing them firmly into your leather and sweaty chest. I huffed pleasantly as you rubbed at my heavy orbs, feeling them bounce and rub against your skin. "Yeah? Big whoop. We all did. That bitch was probably confused there weren't a more optimal set of hangers to pound" I growl back at you. I slipped my mouthguard in and but down, locking it into place. The tension could be cut with a knife. Our list matching our intensity. My eyes rolled at your last comment, not wanting to waste any more breath talking to a thick headed bull like you. You backed off, following suit, smacking my pink gloves together with a few dense thumps. my eyes narrowed. The few moments before the carnage would start. I raised my gloves up, protecting my face, elbows rest at the sides of my melons. The bell would soon ring and id instinctively start circling. Our dance has begun but who would out last their partner was anyone's guess at the start of the round.

HalFaith: I circled you slowly for a few moments, watching you sway, taking your movements with a grain of salt. Knowing how WTO fights went, I knew you'd be stronger than you looked... more powerful... more durable. It was quiet enough in the gym to hear a pin drop for that moment - our shuffling feet on the canvas the only sound, muted by our own heavy breathes. Suddenly, and without warning, a brutal bicep flexed low and bulged, powering up into a brutal uppercut slamming straight into your fat tit, feeling the impact like a heavy bag beneath my leather. A smile crept across my face as I backed up just for a moment to see how you'd react - I knew I had to take advantage of any opening I got - I had height and age on my side, I had to work those melons to milk you dry, and the moniker 'The Bull' had been earned for absolutely ruthless aggression. Time to show it off like a real stud. "That's just the first of many. Just let me know when you're ready to give up, so we can get to the part where you suck the victor's cock." I murmur with a completely cocky smirk.

HalFaith:

Cheryl_Clashes: Our dance had begun, circling, eyeing one another. I had to give you credit, your rippling physique was easy on the eyes. With my gaze trailing over you for a moment too long, you took advantage. Your uppercut bounced my heavy melon up into my forearms, huffing in pained pleasure... But it was going to take much more than a simple booby blow to break my focus. You stepped back, but I quickly followed, low growling escaping my lips as I fired off a pair of left jabs toward your face. I wanted to wipe that cocky smirk off your face. This was my ring. I wasn't about to let some newbie knock me around. My right would take aim next, swinging a short uppercut aiming for your toned core. We both packed some power in our muscular frames, clear this was going to be a battle of attrition from the opening moments.

HalFaith: The smirk on my face seemed to have betrayed me for the moment, as before I even had the chance to lift my gloves back up I felt your veteran power pound into my face, eating that first left jab clean on the nose, my head tilting for a moment before the second lands, our sweat and oil in the warm light spraying around the ring. As my arms make their way up to my guard, I buckle for a moment as my rippling abs feel the power of your punches - grunting with a heavy, gruff tone. It was clear what we both wanted now, as we danced together - a complete and utter slugfest, of which I was all too happy to oblige - I scowl, my heavy gloves shoving your fist down as it retracts from my core, returning the favour with a short, pumping uppercut right under your tits, feeling it slam into your toned yet thick gut. My footwork takes one step back and my eyes stay locked with yours, timed perfectly with a swinging right hook aimed right at your pretty face.

HalFaith:

Cheryl_Clashes: My quick jabs landed, bobbing your head back with the snappy impacts. My uppercut slammed into your chiseled abs, making you fold forward slightly but not slowing you down much. You knocked my gloves away, my arms trying to lock back in only for a pained groan to escape me. Your uppercut slammed into my body, arm being grazed by my hefty melons. I shuffled back a few steps, body hunched slightly, right arm holding my solar plexus. My left arm was up to protect my face, reading your body as you locked that big hook in. My gloves absorbed some of the impact but the recoil still caught my cheek with my pink leather, knocking a spritz of sweat off my head. I stumbled one of two more steps to the side, shaking out the cobwebs a bit. I bit down on my mouth guard, growling at you, eyes narrowing at you. I'd charge back in, looking to continue the slugfest, not wanting to look like a pushover to the easily beatable bull. A right hook would take aim for your ribs, my left dropping lower, aiming a straight for your strained thong. I wasn't going to play fair... Not that there were many rules to hinder either of us anyway.

HalFaith: A smirk'd cross my face as I felt that big hook smash into your gloved up guard - I knew it rocked you, enjoying the moment of recoil you take. "I hope you're no-" I'm cut off suddenly as you charge, feeling your first big impact crush my ribs, bending me just for a moment, over your shoulder, before my straining, bulging thong feels the agonizing pain of your glove pounding up and into my already-throbbing shaft. I nearly have a flashback to the night with Masha as I buckle over and into your clinch, groaning gruff and low as a stain of pre-cum starts to drip from the tightly wrapped tip of my cock, blood rushing down to my loins as my sadomasochistic mind betrayed me. "W-what the fuck... was that... you bitch?!" I clinch tight with you, grunting and trying to keep us close, not wanting my body to admit yours was the only thing holding me up - but in my mind, I was pissed. A dirty whore going straight for my weak spot? The bad things I wanted to do to you flooded my mind as I chewed my wet mouthguard, moaning into your neck and shoulder as I fight to keep you grappled, and keep your dangerous gloves away just for a minute.

Cheryl_Clashes: I felt you lean over me upon the first impact, allowing my low blow to connect uninterrupted. You wrapped your arms over my shoulders and behind my neck, pulling my face against your sturdy pecs. My arms gripped at your waist, feeling your weight shifting against mine as I had your caught off guard. My lips would gently kiss over your chest, even teasing your nipples like I would a regular titboxer. "What's the matter?... Tired already" I mocked, sultry gaze looking up at you. My gloves would slowly start to piston into your unprotected and. Short and steady shots landing, in hopes to sap away some more of your stamina. I was trying to push my advantage as best as I could, not letting the fog of war get to me too quickly as this battle was starting to rage on.

HalFaith: I moaned even louder as your mouth worked me - my pecs and nipples were insanely sensitive due to the course of drugs the WTO had me take to compete, despite their gargantuan size and male disposition. I throbbed and twitched with every lashing your tongue gave me, feeling you bite softly and work my piercings, my thong now obviously dripping in this heavyweight battle. "...oh... you whore... I'm just getting started... one lucky shot isn-" I'm cut off yet again at the sensation of your pistoning glove pounding up into my hard abs, feeling them cave just a little more with every passing blow you torture me with. A few drops of spittle leak from my mouth as you try to break my gut, my feet nearly leaving the canvas with each shot. I know I have to break this momentum and soon, or else I'm going to be meat for your grinder... I bite down hard and use every ounce of massive muscle I have to power you off me after the fifth or sixth body blow, the pain setting in, watching you bounce softly off the ropes as you start to move back, enough focus left in me to aim a brutal straight right directly at your adorable little nose with all the strength a titboxing male can muster...

HalFaith:

HalFaith:

HalFaith:

Cheryl_Clashes: "Finally. You shut up" I mocked back as I teased your nipples, working your gut with as much might as I could in our close engagement. THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! Meaty smacks echoing through the empty gym as I tried to get the upper hand. You were tough, I had to give you that and when you shoved me back, I felt quite a bit of power. "hey,what the fuck? You cant handle m-?" My back hit the ropes, gloves up, arms framing my bountiful bust, watching you line up your next shot. Your gloves fist slammed dead center of my face, head snapping back with a wild spray of sweat and hair. Your power had me stunned, body resting against the ropes, gloves just under my heavy hangers, trying to shake the cob webs as I was left a sitting duck.

HalFaith: "I can handle all of you and then some, bitch." I murmur from behind my mouthguard as I pound my heavy, sweat-splattered gloves together, stepping up to you as you lean on the ropes. The first blow brutally slams up into your kidney, just beneath your gloves and swaying melons, trying to make you drool, grunting as I shove myself up against you even closer. Tight, hammering blows break your gloved guard beneath your tits, mashing your solarplexus from a sexual clinch, returning the favour you so generously gave me beforehand. My tightly wrapped, bulging cock throbs up against your slutty, puffy thong, using this brief moment of advantage to rub myself against you and groan in pure, animalistic sexual pleasure. I lean into your throat and lick a few drops of salty, beautiful sweat from your exposed skin - "...I'm gonna fucking destroy you, and all your pathetic friends are gonna see it." I whisper softly in your ear, biting the lobe of it as my massive, powerful arms lift yours up and stretch your arms over the ropes, stringing you up and taking one step back, taking a boxer's stance as my eyes drop down to your body and I survey my targets.

HalFaith:

HalFaith:

Cheryl_Clashes: I could barely focus and the incoming body wreckage wouldn't help. Your uppercut made me almost cough out my mouth guard, a spit drooling down my chin. You pressed your firm pecs against my soft breasts, arms shoved down at my sides as you press your full weight into my tits. As you started to pump your gloves, I felt your stiff soldier rubbing against my damp flower, thong deep between my lusty folds. "Ohhhhhh...g-get...o-off me... Y-you brute." I groaned pleasantly as your barrage stopped and you teased me with you cruel words. My body was sore, bruises forming under my heavy hangers and across my toned abs. You pulled my arms over the top rope, head in a dazed lull as you stepped back. I could see it in your eyes. The eager fire burning behind your hues. I was helpless. Hung up in the ropes like a lewd heavy bag,full body on display and wide open. I was in trouble. All I could do now was ride out the storm and hope I could come back from it.

HalFaith: I growl once more, taking you all in - all of your mass, your beauty... and I grinned at the thought of what I was going to do to it. I grunted at the sight of your heaving mounds, feeling that unmistakable pull of agony and ecstasy - and I couldn't hold back any longer. The assault started with two brutal uppercuts, left and right, directly on your drooped chin. "...make me, slut." I murmur back as I lick my mouthguard, lifting your weight up, watching the ropes sag and bend with you. "though I really, really don't think you will..." Three explosive, pistoning gut punches crushed your stomach, right at the base above your dripping crotch. Then - the brutal assault I really wanted to inflict - my huge, heavy leather gloves start pounding your gigantic chest - speedbagging your melons from side to side - blow after blow spurting sweat, oil and milk from your engorged tits, feeling myself driven further and further into you with every brutal smack filling the quiet gym. Left and right gloves mash your breasts up into your own body, biceps flexing and bulging as my cock throbs and twitches from the taboo pleasure, feeling myself spurt between my thighs softly with each thundering blow.

Cheryl_Clashes: My head bounced and bobbled as those heavy uppercuts crashed into my chin. Spit and sweat flying off my face, hair splayed wildly with each blow. My body drooped slightly but you quickly locked me back into place. Your womb busting blows made me groan out, eyes bulging, mouth guard showing, plump rump sitting on the middle rope, tits dangling more. You had your eyes set on my dangling darlings, wide open targets as I was a sitting duck. A loud moan soon escaped me. Your gloves sinking deep into my big melons with each pistoning blow. They bounced wildly, milk spurting from my stiff nipples upon the first impacts. Your pace steadily increased as you took your aggression out on my soft, meaty, speed bags. My thong was soaked with my nectar as pleasure spurted from between my thighs with each deep impact. I had been in this situation many times before but the power behind your punches was something I hadn't felt before. You bounced my tits back and forth, up and down, even sending them up into my face with a rain of milky sweat. meaty smacks and lusty moans echoed through the empty gym as you were taking liberties with my heavenly hangers.

HalFaith: I kept up my assault for what seemed like minutes, hours even - using your thickly padded, experienced like my own, personal, meaty punching bag. Brutal, smacking thuds became like breathing - over and over and over again. Milk and sweat spattered the canvas of the ring and dripped from the ropes. Suddenly I come to a halt, breathing heavily up against you - my thighs are buried between yours, my dripping cockhead leaking through the damp fabric of my thong, pushing and rubbing up against your warm, perfect, so-thinly wrapped sex. I pressed my sweaty forehead into yours, licking your cheek slowly, tasting your salty sweat and sweet, beautiful milk on my tongue. "....what's the matter?" I murmur, my puffy glove reaching down... "...getting *tired*?" I smirk, rubbing your throbbing crotch, glove slowly tormenting your quivering cunt. "Last chance." I mutter, splitting your thighs and lifting then both slowly, the thumb of my glove reaching up the strap of your thong... "...give... up..." I bite my lip and shiver in anticipation.

Cheryl_Clashes: My engorged darlings were swelling and bruising as you tormented my supple tit meat. The pained pleasure reverberated through my body as you laid waste to my big beauties. Your gloves stopped, only for you to press into me once again. A shiver tailed up my spine at your tongue trailed up my cheek. Your barely contained cock grinding itself into my soaked pussy before your glove moved to add some additional pleasure. Your gruff words filled my head with grim thoughts but my overconfidence was over shadowing them. I feel my legs lifting up toward your hips, your thumb pulling out thongs to the side, the tip of your cock teasing the entrance to my leaking love tunnel. "F-fuck... You... I-im not... Done yet..." I huffed through pained breaths. I wasn't done, not by a long shot but if it meant the tit slugging was at a stand still, I'd take the chance for rest. But I knew deep down this wasn't going to be the break I was hoping for. My hips would gently buck against the head of your cock, teasing you back, showing you that I wasn't out of this fight just yet.

HalFaith: I pushed further into you, my covered tip almost splitting your twitching lips covered in damp, slick thongs. "...I'm not... either..." I murmur, before my neck suddenly drops and my lips clash with yours - my tongue dances forcefully but romantically within your mouth, grunting quietly between breaths. For what seems like forever, I rub and grind with you, taking in every ounce of erotic pleasure this heavyweight bout could possibly give. My forehead stays pressed with yours, and my glove lets your thong snap back into your thick body. "...fight me... like a fucking woman." I whisper, gruff and low into your ear, before a brutal, pressing uppercut suddenly pierces your belly like a spear through a shield, ballooning your cheeks and shoving you back up into the ropes, dripping pre-cum through my thong at the feeling of your spittle splattering my heaving chest. "The veteran isn't going to lose to the rookie, is she?" I taunt, that familiar cocky smirk returning. I take one step back and run my glove up and through my hair, pushing it out of my eyes. Your body is fucking art on display like that, and I can't stop looking...

HalFaith:

Cheryl_Clashes: I moaned as I felt you pressing more firmly against me, your cock grinding into my sensitive folds, thong wedgied tightly against my pussy. Your lips locked on to mine, tongues dancing and dueling as you show a more sensual side to your dominance. That was, until you pulled away. Your growling tone prefaced a vicious uppercut that knocked the wind out of me. You forced your glove deep into my gut, pushing my ass between the middle rope, mouth guard almost slipping out of my mouth as my breath was forced between my lips. You'd pull away a few steps, my body dangling in the ropes. "fight me like a fucking woman" rang through my head, your taunting making me pull myself together. I fell to my knees for a second, taking a few deep breaths before pushing back up to my feet. "You're right... I'm not going to let ... Some punk ass rookie... Best me in MY RING!" I hissed and charged forth like a bat out of hell. A right straight would slam into the center of your face, following up with a big left uppercut that would rock your core. The fire has been lit back up in me and I was about to give you the full burn.

HalFaith: I almost smile, my red mouthguard flashing as I watch that fire burn inside your beautiful eyes. You're dripping and bruised, but that doesn't stop you - and I respect that. Cowards don't belong in a ring like this. I take too long to lift my heavy arms and weapons up - your fist crushess directly into my face, clean as it could, bursting sweat and spit from me, noticing a splattering of red start to drip from my nose, staining and clashing with the pink of your glove. I barely have time to react before a huge uppercut pierces my abs straight through, water and spit pouring from my mouth as my face balloons from the impact, onto the now-wet canvas. I double over for a moment and back up against the ropes of our colloseum - grinning ear to ear as I cough my guts up. My throbbing cock stands tall, barely wrapped and dripping from the tip now, entirely on display through the tight red thong. "...fuck yes." I murmur, pounding my gloves together and stepping back into centre stage with you - my fists raise and I deliver the same treatment to you - a feinted left jab twists into a brutal right hook, smashing hard into your jaw!

Cheryl_Clashes: My burst of energy rocked you on your feet. My glove slamming into your face with a satisfying smack. My uppercut almost forcing you up into the air with the impact. You shuffled back and hit the ropes, warranting me to close the gap. As I did, you rebounded back, gloves tapping together before your attack. My arms protected my head as I telegraphed your fake out combo. Your hook crashed into my left arm making me grunt from your masculine power but you left your self open. My right would arch down and pop up into your chin! Then, my left would swat your right arm away before firing low. My glove slammed into your hardened shaft, before grinding the face of my glove down to cup your barely packaged, low hanging, fruit.

HalFaith: I mutter a quiet 'fuck' beneath my breath as your veteran instinct saves your beautiful face - and your speed certainly outclassed my heavyweight frame, feeling your glove speedbag my head back, feeling your other break my guard, leaving me wide open... "..wha..?" I murmur, unaware as my gaze is blinded by the gym lights. My chest heaves and drips oil and sweat, my body pulsing and throbbing... and then I feel it - that puffy, heavy glove absolutely slams up into my rock-hard shaft, screaming in masculine, gruff agony as my tightly packaged meat spurts on impact, spurned on by the atmosphere, the fight, you, everything... ".....FUCK...." slipping through my lips, though much louder that time, I groan and collapse onto your shoulders, chewing my mouthpiece pathetically as I moan in pain in your ear, feeling your glove cupping and softly squeezing my even more sensitive sack. "..no... I... ah... ugh... Cheryl..." I try to move but every time I do I feel the resistence of your grip, the pain shooting through my loins up to my bruised stomach - this is the fire I had lit, and I was paying for it...

Cheryl_Clashes: My counter worked flawlessly. Your head snapped back, leaving you wide open for that devastating low blow. Your weight fell against me, smirking as I had you in a painfully lusty daze. A trail of your cum coated my forearm and glove as my pink mitt had you in a vice. You tried to shuffle back but I heard your moans of agonizing pleasure, pulling you back into me. I'd use my advantage to shuffle your back toward the nearest corner post. "What's the matter, hunk? Cat got your cock?" I purred in your ear, taking a deep lick across your cheek, getting a taste of my milk mixed with your sweat. As we got toward the corner I'd stuff your face between my tits, looking to keep you subdued as I had your jewels tight in my grip. I wanted you docile before I started to take my revenge.

HalFaith: I could hardly make words as the constant, overbearing pain of my loins crushed my will to fight back - I had to move with you - in a grip like this, I was in your control, and I fucking hated it - I hated how fucking hard it made me. I kept dripping, accentuated by every tight squeeze and ache of pain you infliced on my swelled nutsack. "...s-s... fuck... let... go..." I murmured back as you taunted me, my eyes crossing from the pleasure mixing in with the pain. My words were stopped in their tracks and muffled without effort as your gigantic, oily melons squashed my face up - I felt my arms lean up into the corner, my back to a figurative wall. Muffled groans of agony filled your chest as you maintained your grasp - I shivered knowing you had me pinned, and my brain ran awash with the emasculating sensation of fear - could I do anything? Every part of my body burned from the brutal bout, knowing this was fully legal, there was nothing to lean back on - except the turnbuckles, in your grasp, just fucking waiting for what you had planned.

Cheryl_Clashes: Your groans were muffled deep into my cleavage. Your arms and back prepped to hit the corner post as I shoved you against the padding. I held your face tight between my chest. "You want to be treated equal? Here, try this on for size." I hissed. Then both of my glove would drop and fire up INTO MY OWN TITS! Upper cutting my huge wrecking balls into your face to stun you. My breast bounced violently upward, moaning with my own impact as my milk rained down. But it didn't stop me. I made sure your arms were over the top rope and not a danger to me as I stepped back and looked over my handiwork for a second, tapping my pink leather together. "Now I'll show you how a REAL titboxer gets to work." I mocked with a devious chuckle. I started to fire blows out toward your "tits." Glove slamming into your meaty pecs and pierced nipples. Lefts and rights. Jabs, hook, crosses, beating on your chest like an animal you stole food from.

HalFaith: I could barely lift my heavy gloves, hanging in the corner, watching your eyes glare and flare in that passionate fire. Spit, milk and a red splatter flew high into the air suddenly, feeling your massive weapons of destruction crush my skull upwards. My spit-slathered, bloody mouthpiece flew out of my mouth and plopped down onto the canvas, letting my groans of pain explode from my mouth with even finer clarity for you. I could barely breathe from the smother, gasping for breath, heaving and tied up in the corner, trapped like a rat by your growingly dangerous body. "look... just..." I murmur.. but you really, really don't seem to care... suddenly, I feel those gloves start to pound me - my thick, meaty pecs crushing into my body over and over again. The drug enhancements had made them far more sensitive - not to my help. A splattering of cum dripped from my bright red thong, only encouraged by your tit-beating, moaning with every fucking punch, trying to reassess the situation as I'm tortured and used as a 400lb punching bag in the corner.

Cheryl_Clashes: My pistoning punches had you in a lunch drunk stupor. You tried to plead with me but after the display I was recently put through, I wasn't going to give up my offensive position. My gloves thumped into your chest, over and over, beating your pecks like a pro tit boxer would. Then, I'd sink a heavy left uppercut deep into your mid section, folding you forward around my pink glove. As your bent down, another uppercut was racked and fired, swinging into your chin. The power would be enough to unlock you from your rope tied prison and send you to the mat. "Timbeeerrrr!" I shouted as I stepped to one side, letting the might oak of a man fall down at my feet.

HalFaith: I coughed and spattered in the corner, humiliated as I was knocked silly by the veteran titboxer. Was I in over my head? Was this bitch really too much for me? How was I ever going to face Masha like this... suddenly, all those thoughts were blown out of me as drool flies from my mouth, feeling your glove bend me over deep. I take your next precision blow flush on the jaw, a loud groan of pain leaving me as I drop face-first into the soft canvas, drooling and throbbing next to my mouthpiece that'd landed earlier. I can hear you start the count - "one.. two... three..." dripped from your honeyed lips as I tried to focus on the mat, coughing my guts up and leaking from my cock, the canvas stained with my pre. I push a thick glove into the mat and start to struggle, grunting as I do... "that... that all... you got?" I start to moan as I *try* to make it to my knees... scanning you slowly through my blurry vision... knowing you must have a weak spot *somewhere*...

Cheryl_Clashes: I looked over you as I started to count. I'd rub my left melon with my glove, milk spritzing with each painfully pleasant pass. I had moved toward the center of the ring to give some space but more hoping to get the upper hand as you got up. "4... 5..." I counted as I stared as your motionless body but before long you were crawling up to your feet. I'd take a step closer toward you, gloves on my hips, bending slightly over you. "So you've still got some energy huh? I was almost certain you'd stay down." I mocked you with a devious smirk. I shook my tits in taunting fashion as you got to your knees. Your stunned, brutish, frame wobbly but steadily becoming more sturdy. I'd tap my gloves together with a slow and menacing tempo. "Just stay down. It'll hurt less" I growled lowly.

HalFaith: I grunted and felt my thick gloves push into the canvas, dripping sweat and cum in the dim light of our battleground. I felt myself slowly drag to my knees, feeling the heat of your form radiating above me so menacingly. "I like it when it hurts.." slips from my mouth, as I paw your thighs with my gloves, feeling the soft slow spritzs of your milk drip onto me. I sit on my knees in front of you, using your thick body to steady myself. My cock pulses and throbs in anticipation, looking up at you... ".......but I like it more when it hurts you." My heartthrob gaze turned to stiff anger suddenly as my heavy glove wrapped tight, and a pistoning, brutish bicep hammered its way directly upwards... right between your legs.

Cheryl_Clashes: I felt your mitts using my sturdy thighs to brace yourself, still glaring down at your bruised up body. I smirked at your comment, rolling my eyes. Just another beefy jobber is all I could think to myself. But then your gaze turned. Your brutal uppercut slammed hard into my bullseye like target. My head leaned back as a banshee like shriek of pained pleasure escaped me. The impact launched me up off my feet for a second before I dropped to my knees and then my back, gloves cradling my stinging honey pot. "Y-you... Dick!" I hissed through the pain, writhing on the mat after, what felt like the force of a speeding bus, had crashed between my legs and into my damp and sensitive pussy.

HalFaith: I wiped my brow on my knees, huge chest heaving as I took a moment to shake out the cobwebs from my mind, hearing your moans of pain and taking such, such pleasure from the sound... "My dick, huh?" I murmur, scowling down at you, the thought of the payback too much to fight. Slowly, I use the thumbs of my gloves to drop my basically useless thong down my thighs - exposing me, finally. My throbbing, gigantic meat on full display, stained and glossy with the streaks of my cum dripping down the veined shaft. I move over to you - and I mount your stomach as you writhe on the mat. I use my meaty thighs to trap your arms and push your tits upwards - planting and pushing my cock in-between them. My gloves squash your tits from the sides, before I start to batter them from atop your mountainous form - left, right, high and low... every blow another rub of sensation for my throbbing and dripping meat. "You may be the veteran... but you still can't handle a *real* stud, bitch..." I taunt from on top of you as I speed-bag your endowed set of melons..

Cheryl_Clashes: My pussy was on fire, momentum come to a crashing halt. You rose to your feet and stripped of your thin, cum soaked, cock strap. I rolled to my back and saw the shadow of your beast looming over me, shocked and turned on could only scratch the surface of how I was feeling. You straddle over top of me, pinning my arms to my sides, leaving my helpless. Your cock burrowed between my deep pillows, disappearing in my big bust. Your gloves pushed my tits together, giving yourself a little tit fuck action, milk drooling from my nipples along your shaft. "n-nooo.. g-get.. o-off meeee" I groaned but were in no mood to listen. Then, your gloved fists started to hail down on my engorged melons. Milk sprayed and splattered over us, moaning in deep pained pleasure. My soft tit meat was crushed into my chest and bounced along your cock as you took liberties with my heavy speed bags. I squirmed and writhed under you, unable to fight back as you assaulted my tits with your vicious barrage of blows.

HalFaith: I took immense, dirty pleasure in every thundering blow slamming your beautiful tits, every inch of you rubbing against me driving me more and more wild. "I don't think you want me off you." I mutter, moving up and letting the head of my dripping meat loom over you, your tits mushed inbetween my gigantic thighs. With your arms still pinned I grin - and my gloves find another target - your pretty face. Leather rains down on your from above, and shot after shot bounce your head into the soft canvas of the ring. After a few moments of my ground and pound, I twist around on your body... the thumbs of my gloves find their target in seconds, and your skimpy green thong is hastily torn from your wet body. I gasp softly, groaning as I sit atop you, my balls still aching from the pain you inflicted, surveying the intense redness of your beautiful cunt. I lean down for a moment, and lick you without hesitation - just once, from the top of you to the base, perverted fantasies taking light. "Mmh." I mutter once more, before suddenly I stop - my legs lift me up and carry me to the ropes. I lean against them, spitting your cunt juice out onto the mat. "...get up." I state, watching you with a firey intent. To help you remember... "One... two... three... four..." I start counting, slow and purposefully.

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Cheryl_Clashes: I couldn't admit it but, I was on the verge of a collapse of ecstasy. Each blow into my meaty juggs made me moan loudly, milk sprayed like a geyser upon each impact. I was taking as much pleasure in this as you were, feeling your pre welling and spilling from my cleavage and down my neck, tit meat crashing sensual waves along your shaft. You pulled your thick hammer from between my deep cleave, mocking me as your cum dripped on my cheeks and lips. You knocked it clean off shortly after. Your gloved wrecking balls started to knock my head back and forth, as a most of fluids spray off my head. My head snapped back and forth for a few moments, stunned by the brutal barrage, feeling a little blood trickling from my nose and lips. I feel you turn around on top of me, stripping away the thin cloth from between my legs. You leaned down, your tongue trailing from clit to hole with a spurt of my nectar adding a pleasant punctuation to the teasing lick. My body quivered in pleasure only to be quickly stripped away. You pulled yourself off of me and headed to the corner across from me, surveying your slutty heavy bag. My ears were ringing after your head bobbling barrage, groggily looking up at you as you began to count. I was sluggish, rolling over eventually to my knees. I gripped the ropes, pulling myself up with the elastic ladder until I was back to my feet. I rest against the ropes, facing toward you in a cloudy haze, arms half up, signalling I was ready for more.

HalFaith: I broke the silence of my seemingly neverending count as I puffed my chest up and exhaled heavily. We were both sweating bullets now, dripping in our dampened battleground. I moved forward slowly and kept my eyes pinned to you from behind my heavy leather. "...you're quite the fucking fighter..." I admit... and how could I not? You had my cock bulging and dripping cum, and my mind running a million miles an hours. But - still - that wasn't going to save you. Two heavy gloves shoved into you and parted your hazy, half-cocked guard, a heavy fist slamming a professional hook into your beautiful, groggy, drooling face. I grunted and rammed forward, heaving chests with you and holding your punch drunk, bruised form up softly. "...I *need* you to take this beating, big girl..." I lick slowly up your ear, perverted and crass in my mannerisms as we sway in our brutal dance...

Cheryl_Clashes: I just barely had my feet under me, the ropes stretching with my weight. My gaze trying to focus on your massive frame as you started back toward me. You practically swat my gloves off to my side before a hook rocketed into the side of my face. A pinkish mist spraying from my lips and head from the heavy impact. You then pressed your full weight into me, mashing my leaking, heavy hangers deep against my chest. How had it gone so wrong for me? My fighting spirit had been chipped and hammered away. One arm gripped the top rope, the other wrapped around your waist, holding on as best as I could. It wasn't going to get any easier from here, trying to catch my breath and find my focus as you took the time to tease and you your new heavenly heavy bag.

HalFaith: I ripped you back, both heavy arms slung underneath your armpits. I stood you centre ring, swaying softly with me as I throbbed and leaked out between your thighs, slathering your sweaty legs with a splattering of pre-cum. "Take it." I murmur into your ear, twisting my gaze and giving you a soft, passionate kiss, locking tongues with you for just a moment before a massive bicep curls and flexes, pistoning straight up into your gut, right between your tits, piercing your solarplexus like a knife through butter. And then - the crunching sound of a brutal punch - again - and again - and again - for what seems like forever. With every blow I grew harder and harder - my cock leaking as a fountain would, grunting as I take every ounce of taboo, erotic pleasure from this, using you as my beautiful, perfect heavy bag.

Cheryl_Clashes: You pulled me off the ropes, dancing a sadistic waltz all the way back to the start of this debacle. I leaned against you, stepping with you in half time but still in tempo. Hot breath tickled my ear, your cock dripping against my soft ,soaked thighs. Your lips made their way to mine, softly purring into yours, a sigh of relief but it wouldn't last. Your uppercut pistons into my body, air rushing from my lungs, groaning into the kiss. Another followed, then another. Over and over. I groaned and gasped, not able to catch a breath, head pulling away from yours and resting on your shoulders. I tried to pull body closer to yours but your blows prevented me from softening any incoming blows.

HalFaith: I grinned and let you pull closer to me. I let you hang from my muscular body, grunting and breathing, my sweaty brow cold in the gym air. Slowly, I walk you into the corner you smothered me in - still sweat soaked from the beating I took in it. I lean down over you, my height making things easy. A leather glove grasps and kneads at your sweat-soaked, dripping pussy slowly and passionately as I lift your thighs up and sit you between the ring ropes, watching them bow at your weight. I push your face back lovingly, almost moving the wet hair from your brow with a sexual, sadistic smile before an uppercut snaps your skull back into the post. "...I hope *all* your friends see this." I murmur, casting eyes down as I position my gloves around you... before my glistening, throbbing hammer forces itself inside you. My cock pulses in an agonising pleasure, feeling the warmth of your slick walls wrap around it so painfully slow, but I intend to savour this - a glove molests your reddened, leaking tit as I start to find my tempo - fucking you mercilessly in the corner, the plaps and smacks of our bodies clashing together starting to fill our arena. "..I.. ugh... *fuck... you... Cheryl...*" I mutter out into your ear softly, starting to pump you like a pornstar.

Cheryl_Clashes: I managed to close off your avenue of attack, huffing and puffing as I collected my breath. My body slumped against you, your arms holding me up as you rocked and swayed me around the center of the ring. You bulled me back toward the corner, glove stroking my kitty to make it easier for you to move me. My back hit the corner pad, arms still draped over your shoulder. You easily lifted my legs on to the middle ropes, dangling off the mat in a make shift chair. Your glove tilts my head back, body spread wide like an art display. Then an uppercut rocketed into my chin, head bobbling roughly, leaving me dazed and confused, a spray of sweat and blood flying wildly off my head with a pained groan. A once proud tit boxer, reduced down to a punch slut heavy bag. Milk flowed down my body, nectar dripping from my flower. Without hesitation, your cock pried my lips apart, a roaring moan escaping me, head fully lulled back into the corner pad. Meaty smacks echoed throughout the empty gym as you pumped your thick rod into my tight tunnel. "ohhhhhh! F-fuuuuucckkk... Y-you b-brute." I could barely collect my thoughts. Pain mixed with pleasure. Meaty smacks and firm milking. I was a toy for them hunky newcomer to play with.

HalFaith: I adjusted my grasp on your just slightly, my gloves wrapping tight around you and brutally squeezing as I started to ram upwards, inside you - harder, every drip of sweat and milk adding to my deeply erotic passion exuding out and into your body. Pump after pump squeezed me tighter and deeper into your golden self. "..fuck...ffuck..." I started to murmur and mutter under my breath, feeing my throbbing meat twitch and pulse heavily inside you, my gloves finding themselves around your thick ass and propping you up as my abs and chest started to heave faster and faster, feeling my body start to ache as the desire to.. let go... just built up in my fucking core...

Cheryl_Clashes: Your gloves went from groping and jabbing my milkers, sliding down to cup my plump rump. My body bounced on the ropes, in tempo with your deep thrusts. All I could do was moan in pleasure now. It had been a long time since I'd had the real thing. Often times this was done with a dildo or strap on but I was amazed at how much I was enjoying your dominating cock battering my pussy. My body spasmed and twitched, feeling your body pressing against mine. Your aching cock twitching, wanting to release, coaxing a big orgasm from me. "OHHH FUCK!... DONT STOP!... OF FUCK,!... IM.. GONNA... C-CCUUUUUUUMMMMM" I wailed like a banshee in heat as my pussy erupted along your cock with each punishing thrust.

HalFaith: I pounded and pounded, like the gloves had been for what felt like the past few hours, grunting and groaning, my sweat mixing with yours, dripping down and splattering your bruised, milk-stained body... "...I...fuck... FUCK..." I gasp out in between breathes, starting to scream in a dominant agony, feeling your tight, golden pussy contract like a vice around my hammering cock! "...FUUUUUCK!" I feel a wave of ecstasy slam into me like a fucking freight train, exploding deep inside your cunt and filling your quivering pussy with my load, feeling it drip down our thighs as my full and aching ballsack tightens and empties itself within you... "I... ugh... ugh..." I press my sweaty forehead into yours for a moment and keep you pinned up in the ropes. My lips drip down your face and silence your heaving breathes, locking tight with yours for a few moments... my gloves drop from your thighs and I let you steady yourself on your feet, breaking my liplock and keeping you pinned in the corner. "...you know what comes next..." I murmur into your ear, biting the bottom lobe softly as I remain buried in you, heaving chests rubbing, feeling your juice and my cum mix and drip between our legs.

Cheryl_Clashes: It didn't take much longer until I felt your dam burst. Your powerful thrusting blasted my inner walls with your thick load, cum spurting down our legs with moans of ecstasy. You hammered our orgasms home before letting my legs down to the mat. We panted heavily, locking into a kiss as your body rest against me. If my mind wasn't so fogged with lust, I'd almost think I'd have a shot at a comeback. Your cock still flexed and twitched in me, not wasting a single drop as our nectar puddles at our feet. My tits were sore, head was foggy, pussy full, arms draping down to my sides. Your words echoed in my ear, humiliated couldn't describe how I was feeling after such a dominant display from the newcomer. I've had tit kos feel less like this but there was still so much to be done. My gloves weakly cupped your behind, just taking the moments to recover and enjoy our sensual embrace.

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HalFaith: Slowly, I dragged my throbbing spear from your gut and gasped quietly, staying close and enjoying the sensuality dripping into our brutality. The comedown was so slow it was agonizing - our heavy chests heaving and sweaty bodies grinding in twitching pleasure. I wrapped my lips once more with yours, guiding you and walking slow, my arms holding you up as I pulled us into the centre of the ring. My still semi-hard, cum-slick cock pushed up against you once more, and one of my gloves pinched your chin, arcing your face up for your stunning eyes to meet mine. "...I'll leave my number on your bag." I murmur with that same, cocky smirk that splattered my face when we started, the only other sounds our matching, heaving breathes filling our stadium. Suddenly, one more kiss drags itself from your groggy gaze, before my lips are replaced with an explosive, brutal hook slamming straight, unguarded, clean into the side of your face - an orgasm of a punch, all my strength bunched up and slammed into your beautiful, hazy target.

Cheryl_Clashes: Panting hit breaths, deep and lusty moans, filling the empty gym. Your lips locked onto mine once again, tongues duelling in the sensual embrace as you moved my battered body off the ropes and back to the center of the ring. I was dead weight. My body wouldn't cooperate with my hazy mind. Your sexy voice filling my ears as you tilted my gaze to meet yours. Another kiss, filled with my sexual frustration and your dominant confidence. Then... WHAM! Your hook crashed into my cheek, exploding with a misty spray. My body spiraled to the mat. A full 360 to the canvas, lights out. I laid at your feet in a puddle of our combined violence, spread eagle, destroyed by that bomb blast of a blow. I groaned, eyes fluttering, ears ringing as I had been battered and beaten by the brutish newcomer.

HalFaith: I heave, my chest pounding and cock twitching as I stand above my conquered mountain of a rival. Cum drips from the tip of my manhood, mixing with the sweat of the battle. My forearm wipes my brow for a moment as I observe your twitching body - completely and utterly knocked out. There was no point in counting. I'd done it. My first ever victory in the WTO. It was a fucking battle - one I didn't know I could win. I kept my gloves on and did what felt right - I planted my foot right on your reddened, cum-leaking cunt and flexed two huge biceps in a show of dominance for the cameras I knew were recording. "You put up one hell of a fucking fight..." I mutter, keeping my foot grinding into your crotch as I slowly start to slip my sweat-splattered gloves off. "..I hope you watch this back soon." I remove my foot from your warm sex, and kneel down for a moment, slapping your hazy, out of this world face around with the tip of my cock and mark you with the remaining fluid of my brutal orgasm. I run a hand through my sweat soaked hair and drop my gloves on you, leaving two heavy red reminders of what happened here tonight. "K.O., bitch." I murmur with that same cocky grin, leaving our battleground slowly.