The Fight Part 1: Prologue

[Erica Walo]

“Are you sure that’s a good idea,” Shelby had whispered into his ear, half a seductive purr, but with a twinge of concern in her voice as well, “Not wearing a cup? I mean… what if…”

 

She ran her slim fingers down the man’s polka-dotted boxers, giving a slight chuckle at the juvenile design of it all before refocusing as her hands searched for their prime target. Shelby was a beautiful girl, it had to be said – a mix of statuesque grace and unattainable charms in one package. She was tall, fair-haired, with a deliciously plump bust that curved wonderfully into a toned set of abs. Her blue eyes were often hidden behind glasses that rested atop her round, playful nose.

 

It hadn’t taken long for her to find what she was looking for. After all, Vincent had a reasonably sizable package. In truth, although Shelby would never truly admit it, that was his favorite feature of hers. Vincent had a homely face, and some often muttered beneath their breath about how far out of his league Shelby was. But still, Vincent, for all his average every-man features and boring average Joe crew-cut, had a powerful physique and his manhood was… quite robust. His dick might have only been a tad bit above the average length, but his jewels…

 

Shelby shuddered in pleasure as her soft hands shared their warmth with her lover’s most prized possessions, fingers gently travelling along their perfectly smooth surface. Childish as it was, Shelby often equated them, in her mind of course, to Grade-A eggs. She giggled as Vincent trembled, and his phallus hardened.

 

“… what if something were to happen to them?”

 

Vincent was confused, although certainly aroused by Shelby’s gentle concern and care – she was a motherly sort of girl, and in a way Vincent appreciated the nurturing attitude. He often daydreamed of smothering himself in Shelby’s bosom, like a child. “What do you mean, babe?”

 

“I mean, I heard your fight tomorrow was with a real tough guy, who brags all the time about how he knows ‘Krav Maga’ and all that. In a no holds barred fight, what if he goes for them?” Shelby continued caressing Vincent’s orbs as she spoke, her eyes widening as the sensual mass swelled ever more. It surprised her every time; she wondered how much sperm he had down there.

 

“I’ll dodge. He’s tough, sure, but I’m good. Quick, too. Besides, the cup will just slow me down. It’s not like it’ll help all that much if he gets a good hit in anyways.”

 

Shelby was entirely unconvinced, although by now she was far too enraptured in the wonder of his lover’s manhood. “Oh, well… if you say so, darling. We should really talk some time though.”

 

“About what, dear?”

 

“Oh, I don’t know.” Her smile was so innocent, even as her hand travelled lustfully upon Vincent’s nether regions, “You, me… children. I’d really love a few kids, you know, and we’re at the right age.”

 

Vincent smiled in turn, as he gently moved Shelby’s hands from his testes to the shaft of his cock (to Vincent’s surprise, Shelby’s face reacted with some disappointment). The heavenly feeling in his testicles was beginning to merge with a sort of ache; he really needed to release, now.

 

“Sure, dear, children. That sounds so sweet. We’ll talk more after the fight tomorrow, okay baby?”

 

It was a good night.

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Meanwhile,

 

“Oh jesus, will you get over yourself already.”

 

Nicole was the kind of girl who’d never let herself be happy for too long. Money, lavish clothing, and nights in a hotel paradise were what she needed, and what she needed constantly. And that’s why she needed Henry to win that fight right quick, so she could indulge in her excessive lifestyle. No holds barred fights were good for a great deal of change. If you won, that was. That’s why Nicole needed Henry. Because Henry always won.

 

Her face remained haughty as she watched Henry from her comfortable position beneath the silken sheets. Her features were sharp, and her demeanor was what was colloquially known as ‘set in a permanent bitchy resting face’. Her green eyes, pointed nose and thin lips were the countenance of a woman stern and unrelenting, with absurdly high standards to meet. Still, she was hot. And plus, her body was absolutely stunning – a set of juicy tits, a flat stomach, and a thin waist that expanded into one of the most glorious asses anyone would have ever laid their eyes upon. That much was apparent even now, even as she was dressed incredibly modestly; some childishly baggy pajamas and a white t-shirt.

 

Nicole watched unamused as Henry stretched in front of the mirror, as naked as the day he was born. Henry was a stud, it had to be said, blue eyes, blonde hair (can someone say ‘Aryan?’) and the chiseled body of an Adonis. His ass was firm, and the shape of his manhood could condemn many a man to permanent feelings of sexual inadequacy. Henry stretched seductively, obviously making sure Nicole could watch as his bountiful testicles and massive dick bobbed up and down.

 

“No, Henry. No sex tonight.”

 

“… but why?”

 

“Cause you’ll be too tired for tomorrow’s fight. I need you on your A-game.”

 

Henry was crest-fallen, his handsome face practically assuming the visage of a saddened dog. “Just a blow-job then, for good luck?”

 

“No.”

 

“A ha-.”

 

“No. You can have all the sex you want after you win, but not before. Let me make one thing clear. If you’re interested in this,” She pulled down at the neckline of her baggy shirt, revealing her ample cleavage, and even her pink – and rather large – nipples, “You have to be a winner. My body’s only for winners, after all.”

 

Henry chuckled, “So that’s what it’s like, huh? Not to worry.” Henry didn’t even bother putting his clothes on as he hopped into the bed next to Nicole, making absolutely certain his by now erect cock was rubbing against her pajamas. “I’ll fuck that other guy up.”

 

“That’s nice.” Nicole said, unmoved by Henry’s impressive erection. “Oh, and, by the way? I know you love showing off your cock and balls but, you might want to consider a cup. Would be such a shame if some other tough guy ruined you with one kick tomorrow. Then you won’t be able to have sex with me, even if you win.”

 

“Haha, yeah. Right. As if.”