PUGILIST

by Peter Hallett

  We walked through a long corridor that was lined with pipes, some of them spitting steam. Sophia didn’t walk with me; she walked next to her father. She’d not even looked at me since we’d left the diner.

  We exited the corridor, passing by a few offices, and entered a section of the warehouse that was cornered off from the rest by large sheets of metal, crudely fastened to some scaffolding with frayed rope. On our side of the improvised wall it looked like a civil war hospital. Instead of tents, there were curtains to give privacy, if needed. Instead of nurses, trainers tried to fix their fighters’ wounds. Instead of beds, the injured lay on tatami mats.

  “We call this the staging area, or backstage,” said Dennehy, a massive smile on his face. “The offices we just passed back there are mine and Sophia’s. You don’t have to get changed with these guys though, or treated with them, you can use Sophia’s office, another perk of being my fighter.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Sophia, go and get Logan for me, that’s a good girl.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” Sophia worked her way through the mass of men, not affected by the gruesome detail of some of their wounds; she’d grown up around the chaos and violence, which made me wonder why she’d been so shaken when I’d knocked the dishwasher on his ass.

  “Lucas, come with me. Let’s have a peek at the cage.” Dennehy gestured with his chin for me to follow him. I did, having to step over some of the beaten and bloodied fighters on the tatami mats, Colossus following behind, he didn’t seem to ever leave Dennehy’s side.

  We entered the main area of the warehouse and the sound of the crowd became deafening. It echoed around the large space with ease. Their stomping feet as they chanted pounded inside your skull and made your ears ring. The smell of sweat, oil, and cigarette smoke hung in the air and attacked you instantly.

  I winced at every shot the two bloodied guys in the cage gave each other, it was a far cry from the boxing I’d done. They both might have been wearing MMA gloves, but the impacts were vicious.

  I looked away from the fight, toward the blackboard and the guy writing down the odds for future fights. I scanned the crowd of cheering punters baying for blood. I was more repulsed by the cliental of The Circuit than the violence in the cage.

  Like I said earlier, some people just want front row seats when it comes to sordid, repugnant shit.

  “What do you think?” Dennehy asked. “It’s a pretty neat setup, isn’t it?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Okay, one last thing before you can go and view your new apartment.” He headed back to the staging area. Colossus and me followed him all the way through to Sophia’s office, where she stood waiting for us. The guy she’d been asked to get was pacing next to her, but he stopped when he noticed us.

  “Thank you, sweetie,” Dennehy said as he ran his hand over Sophia’s cheek. She flinched. The guy she was with saw it too; he gave me a questioning look, as if he was asking me to confirm if what he’d just seen was real. I nodded.

  “This is Logan.” Dennehy parked his butt on the edge of Sophia’s desk.

  Logan held his hand out and I shook it. “Nice to meet you, kid.”

  “Same, sir.”

  “Logan used to be one of our best fighters, until he became a family man. Now he helps out the new guys, watches over them. He’ll be your guy, and your guy only, from now on, Lucas. He’ll fix you up if you’re hurt, train you if you need to be trained, anything you need in relation to The Circuit, Logan is the man to ask.”

  I turned to Logan. He had his eyes locked on Dennehy. I could tell he was strangling him in his mind. “Thank you,” I said. “It’s good to know I have someone with so much experience looking out for me.”

  “Don’t mention it, kid.”

  “Lucas is on the card tomorrow night, Logan.”

  “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Logan patted me on my back and went to leave the office. Before he was able to exit a young girl ran in the room, she must have been about seven or eight, pigtails swinging as she moved.

  “Is that Sally?” Dennehy asked.

  The little girl took hold of Logan’s hand. “Yeah, you got a problem with that, mister?” Fuck me she was full of attitude. I loved her already.

  Dennehy laughed. “Nice to see you too. I’ve not seen you here for a while. Is your Uncle Logan still making you carry the spit buckets?”

  “Not since I dropped one on his foot.”

  Dennehy laughed again and Logan picked Sally up. “Who the hell is this? Another bum?” She pointed at me. It was my turn to laugh.

  “Time will tell,” Logan said, smiling at me.

  “Oh, I almost forgot to ask, how’s Camilla and that boy of yours?” Dennehy pulled a cigar out from inside his jacket, bit the end off, and spat the loose leaf to the floor.

  “She’s good.” Logan left the office. Sally stuck her tongue out at me before she vanished out of sight.

  “You see, Lucas, we’re a big family here. You’re joining something very special... Speaking of family... Sophia will take you to your apartment, won’t you, sweetie?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” Sophia’s eyes didn’t leave the floor.

  “See you tomorrow, champ.” Dennehy lit his cigar, smiled at me from behind the smoke.

  Once we’d left the building, and were moving through the parked cars, Sophia took hold of my hand. She still didn’t look at me though. Her touch didn’t last long either. She let go of me when we were at her car, or at least another vehicle her father owned.

  She got in first. Once I’d closed my door I placed my hand on her leg. “You okay?” She didn’t answer me. She just turned the engine on and hit the gas. She didn’t speak to me for the whole journey to the apartment.

  IV

  The elevator ride to the correct floor was just as painfully silent. I closed the door behind us once we were in the apartment and followed Sophia; she went to the bedroom first.

  Dennehy was right; the apartment he’d bought for me was a massive improvement to the one I’d been staying in. The furnishings were modern, sleek, like I was inside an iPad. The large windows looked out over the city, an impressive view that only money can buy.

  I joined Sophia in the bedroom. It was just as lush as the living space. She was standing looking at the bed, shaking her head. “He hasn’t changed, it’s the same routine as it used to be.” On the bed was a row of sex toys.

  “What the hell are they there for?” I asked, confused but glad Sophia was finally talking to me.

  “My daddy likes to supply his fighters with anything he thinks will help to please the ladies they chose to entertain. You’ll find some money in the bedside cabinet and expensive clothes in the closet for them. He figures a fighter getting laid is a happy one.” Sophia turned to me. “Lucas, you won’t... You won’t become like his other fighters, will you?”

  “No, ma’am. Don’t be concerned. I just need the money to help my family.”

  “Thank you... Don’t... Don’t... Don’t let my daddy seduce you; don’t let him mold you into one of his goons. Learn from Logan. He’s managed to avoid the pitfalls of The Circuit.”

  “Yes, ma’am... What’s wrong? Have you fallen out with me? You haven’t spoken to me since we left the diner.”

  “No, it’s not that... It’s just... It’s just better that way... Safer.”

  “What are you afraid of? What really happened to your eye?”

  “Dennehy... That’s what I’m afraid of.” I could tell it had taken her a lot of courage to tell me. Her expression was etched with fear. She’d had to spit his name out quickly because she knew she’d lose the courage to tell me if she didn’t. She looked exhausted from just saying his name; it’d completely drained her to summon so much bravery.

  “Why are you afraid of your own father? Did he hit you?” My anger broke the dial that measured its level of intensity, like a photometer breaking from being exposed to too much heat. I just grinded my teeth together, tried not to show the hate I had t
oward Sophia’s father. I didn’t want her to know I was thinking of brutal ways to kill the motherfucker.

  “He has a rule, one of many, but one of his most important ones... I’m not allowed to be romantic with a fighter. I can’t fall in... I can’t fall in love with someone who’s expendable.”

  “Have you?” I moved toward her. I placed my hands on her waist. She couldn’t look me in the eye. Having my hands on her again allowed my anger levels to lower. She was the best medicine love could buy.

  “I... I have an idea... It’s crazy... It’s wrong... It’s naughty... But it will help me to break the hold he has over me, at the very least it’s a small step in the right direction.” Sophia placed one of her little hands on my chest and finally looked at me. She was welling up. “Will you help me?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Film me... Film me using... the toys, Lucas. Use your cell.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “More than I should be.”

  “Could I ask one question?”

  “Sure.”

  “Why? Why do this? Why not just run away with me? I can protect you.”

  “You need the money The Circuit will provide. When the time is right, we’ll leave... This... This idea, this naughty video, is for later... It can be a middle finger to my daddy. One final fuck you that we can deliver when the time is right... But I need to shoot the video now. I need to feel like I’m doing something, to feel like I’m inching from his grasp in some small way.”

  “Was it your father that gave you the black eye, ma’am?”

  Sophia stepped from me. She pulled her crop top over her head and dropped it to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Next she kicked her sneakers off and then pulled her leggings down. She wasn’t wearing panties. She looked so fucking beautiful. My cock was pumped full of blood in an instant.

  She walked to the closet and I removed my cell from my pocket. I opened the camera app. I aimed it at her. She was wearing a fur coat that she’d removed from the expensive stash her father had left for me to spoil potential whores with.

  She walked to the bed and I followed her with the cell, recording her every move. I stopped at the foot of the four-poster and she slid onto the mattress. She lay on her back and opened the fur coat, spreading her legs, showing me her pretty pussy.

  She was a goddess and the camera loved her. Her perky tits, her amazing dark nipples, so pointed, so hard they were practically aimed upward, her pink folds already glistening from her rebellious excitement.

  “You like my young pussy, don’t you?” I nodded the cell. “Do you want to see me play with it?” I nodded it again. “I thought you would.” She picked up the first toy, a magic wand. She pressed the switch to the first setting and it rumbled to life, the rounded head vibrating in a continual pulse.

  She pressed the head into the palm of her hand to test how it felt on her flesh. She looked so nervous, but that just added to how fucking cute and sexy she was.

  She turned the wand off as she smiled at the camera and she placed it on the bed. She picked up a bottle of lube and squirted a few drops onto her fingers. She slowly lowered them to her pussy while she looked at the cell, her chest rising and falling.

  She started at the bottom of her tiny slit and moved her fingers upward, spreading her lips to reveal her cute teen clit. She let the lube cover that before she gently rubbed the rest over her folds.

  Her fingers slipped over her clit with ease, pushing the hood back and forth with little wiggles of her fingers. She sped up slightly, shaking her hand in short motions. She was so wet, not just from the lube. I was wet too, filling my pants with precum.

  She wiped her hand on the bed sheets and took hold of the wand again. She didn’t turn it on yet though. First she placed the smooth rounded head on her clit and worked it over like that for a while, the bendy arm of the toy allowing it to move in many directions and odd patterns, keeping her lips separated and her clit exposed.

  She pressed the switch on the wand and let the slower speed jitter to life. She let out a gasp of air and bit her bottom lip. The vibrations over her clit caused her eyes to go wide. It was obvious she had never felt a sensation like it before, never used a toy before. She was alive with sensitivities she’d never experienced, her body writhing, reacting to them as she moaned.

  She turned the wand up. The speed ramped up and so did the sensation she was feeling. She moaned loudly as her tiny body contorted. She pressed the head of the wand onto her clit with force. She held the handle tightly and rubbed the head up and down over herself. Her pussy was weeping, swollen, her skin flushed.

  She hit the fastest setting and almost lost grip of the wand. She made sure she didn’t. She couldn’t, it belonged on her clit. She was enjoying herself too much and I was enjoying the show.

  She wiggled the wand in random patterns over her sensitive nub. She looked as if she was having the time of her life, moaning, her little hips wiggling, as the vibrations didn’t let up, not giving her clit the chance to be anything but swollen and sensitive, ready to fulfill what it’s there for, to make her cum, to give her that moment of absolute pleasure, the moment when all stress and worry is spat from the body in the form of a powerful, knee-knocking orgasm.

  It hit her at that moment. Her body doubled, her legs clamped shut. She grabbed the hand that had the wand with her other, unable to take any more. She lay on the bed in that state for a few minutes, shaking, breathing heavily, satisfied like she’d never been.

  Then she looked at me, at the phone. “That was fun. Did you have fun?” she said in a breathy voice. I nodded the cell. “I can tell you did. I can see how hard you are.” She threw the wand from her body. “I hope you enjoyed the show.” I nodded the cell. “Make sure no one sees this, it’s just for you.”

  Sophia covered herself with her fur coat and let out a long breath. “Okay, you can stop recording now.” I did and placed the cell back in my pocket. “Did I do okay? Did I look pretty?”

  I moved to the side of the bed and sat down. “You did amazing, ma’am.” My cock was aching. I needed to be in her.

  “You really think so?” She looked embarrassed, not able to look me in the eye.

  “Are you okay?” I asked.

  “I guess so.”

  I stood and watched her eyes follow me. I took my T-shirt off and then pulled my pants down. Her eyes locked on my big, hard cock. The head was wet with precum, my veins pumped full of blood. I kicked my pants from me.

  Sophia removed the fur coat, my cock twitched at the sight of her naked body. “Get on your hands and knees, face away from me.” I ordered her.

  She moved into position, aiming her ass at me, revealing her wet pussy. She looked over her shoulder. “Like this?”

  “Just like that, ma’am.” I climbed onto the bed and sat on my knees behind her. The tip of my cock brushed over her ass a few times, leaving a trail of my excitement on her smooth skin.

  I placed my hand on her butt and a jolt of sexual electricity surged through my body, making my cock jump. Sophia let out a loud moan. I shut my eyes and placed my other hand on her ass. I let my hands roam her cheeks, sometimes gripping them tightly, other times just gently stroking them.

  I opened my eyes and placed one of my hands on her tiny hip while I took hold of my engorged cock with the other. I lined her up and teased her, and myself, as I dipped the slightest amount of my dick into her wetness.

  Sophia moaned again. “Please don’t tease me... Just... fuck me.” I pressed farther and her pussy consumed my thick mushroom head, the wet walls massaging the sensitive flesh as her tunnel squeezed around it.

  I couldn’t tease her any longer. My desire to fuck her again was too much for me to do that. I hummed with pleasure as I pressed my hips toward her and my long, thick cock slid into her already juicy channel. She was so wet and warm and easily swallowed every inch of me whole.

  I groaned and Sophia gasped. Her ass was touching my thighs; I was as deep as I could go.
The head of my cock was pressed to her womb. “Do you like the feel of a real, fleshy, hard cock more than the toys?”

  “Yes. It feels amazing. You’re so deep.” She looked over her shoulder at me. “Thank you for fucking me again... Thank you for filming me... Thank you for giving me the courage to break the bonds that bind me.”

  “It’s my pleasure.” I placed a hand on her shoulder and caressed her flesh. I reached my other hand under her and held one of her breasts. Her hard nipple pressed into my palm and bent from the pressure. I felt Sophia’s pussy tighten as she groaned.

  I pressed into her, trying to get my cock deeper into her tight, warm, pulsating flesh, but she was full. She pushed her ass into me gently and breathed out her desire through her pretty lips.

  I pulled out slightly and slowly dipped my big cock back into her, seeing her cream wrap around my shaft. She pressed her ass into me again. I pulled back until only my soaked head was in her and then I slammed my cock deep into her youthful flesh with force. She cried out and I pumped my hips as my grip tightened on her delicate shoulder and her ample breast.

  The sound of my lap slapping against her firm ass while I drove my cock into her pussy filled the room. She pressed herself into me, increasing her wetness, drowning my entire length with her cream.

  She used her dripping channel to milk me, tightening her inner walls harder and harder against my concrete cock. I was unyielding with my pummeling. I wanted to claim her pussy, make it red and swollen, and show her that my cock was better than any sex toy she could ever use.

  I continued to slam into Sophia and the smell of sex wafted into the air. I took a moment to respond, still lost in how good it felt to have my cock buried inside of her hot cunt. “Your pussy smells amazing, ma’am. I adore the perfume of your young, wet, sex.”

  “Let me ride you... You can show me how much you like my pussy by shooting a load into me again.” I gave her one last hard thrust then forced myself to pull my cock from her. We both gasped as it left and I lay on my back.