PUGILIST

by Peter Hallett

  Sophia put her leg over me and took hold of my soaked cock with her tiny hand. She aimed the tip at her pussy and slowly sat down on me, taking my full length into her. Her eyes went wide. “Just enjoy me. Let me do all the work. I want to show you how much... How much I love you.”

  She raised herself up my cock by placing her hands on my chest and taking her weight on her arms. She quickly began to pump herself up and down and my veiny shaft penetrated her depths with sloppy ease as her clit impacted against me on each drop, causing her to cry out pleasure-filled moans.

  I didn’t even have time to allow her words, what she’d declared she felt for me, to sink in. If I had, I’d have most likely shot my load at that very moment. No one had ever said those words to me before and it was proof that she was finally mine.

  She looked down at me, watching my facial expressions succumb to the amazing feeling that had overtaken me, as she fucked me harder still. “It feels beautiful having you buried so deep in me.”

  I reached my hands around her and grabbed hold of her ass, pushing her harder against me as I raised my butt off the bed and met her motions with mine.

  “Cum inside me, Lucas. I want to feel that hot, sweet rush and see your eyes roll into your head.”

  I brought one hand to the back of her head and grabbed hold of her hair. “Just keep riding me. Break all the rules, Sophia.” I pulled her hair hard enough to point her face to the ceiling.

  She screamed when I spanked her ass and her whole body tensed and shuddered, her pussy squeezing my cock harder than it had so far. I slapped her ass again and pulled her head to look at me as cum gushed from my cock in eruption after explosion of hot, sticky, thick spunk. My back arched, and I groaned as my cock became super sensitive inside her tight pussy.

  Sophia eased her speed and I let my hands fall from her. She came to a stop, lay her chest on mine, her puffy young nipples smooth on my hard skin.

  “Kiss me.” She turned her head to me and pushed her lips against mine. I enjoyed their sweetness before dipping my tongue into her mouth, filling her with spit and passion, and then I rolled, lay on top of her, and pressed my cock into her as deep as it could possibly go.

  I pulled my lips from her. “Don’t move, Sophia. Let’s make sure none escapes. Maybe... Maybe... we could have a... child as cute as Sally.” I smiled at her.

  She smiled back. “I meant what I said... I really do love you.”

  “I know.”

  “I can’t spend the night here though. I’ll have to leave soon. Daddy can’t know about us yet. You need that money.”

  “I know... Just stay still for a few moments. Enjoy the feeling of my essence entering you.”

  V

  Dennehy sent a car to my apartment to pick me up for the fight. The driver was nice enough, but when there was a chance the traffic might make us late you could really see how much he feared Sophia’s dad and the punishment he’d be sure to receive if we weren’t on time.

  I entered the warehouse via the same route as when I’d been shown around and walked on my own toward the office area, the noise of the crowd chanting in the distance as they watched another fight. The clatter the cage made when someone was slammed sounded loud and painful, even from that much of a distance from the fray.

  I walked into Sophia’s office. Logan was already inside. He was sitting on the edge of the desk, looking like a cowboy that’d lost his horse, boots, jeans, flannel shirt, some focus pads next to him. He nodded at me and I placed my backpack on a chair.

  “You ready for this, kid?” he asked as he stood. “I hope there’s a good reason you’re fighting. The guys that just want the cash The Circuit offers so they can buy a fancy car or impress a girl never win in the cage.”

  “Don’t worry, it’s for a good cause.”

  “Good.” He picked up the pads and began to put them on. “Get changed and we’ll get you warm. It isn’t long until your fight... A little tip for the future, don’t be late. Dennehy wouldn’t be happy if you didn’t show on time.”

  “Thanks... I already gathered that though.”

  “The driver?”

  “Yeah, the fear was obvious when we hit traffic.”

  Logan slapped the pads together once he had them both fixed on his hands. “Another tip, then we’ll discuss the fight... Be careful with Sophia, choose the right moment.”

  “What do you mean, the right moment?”

  “Whatever it is you two have planned, it’s important you don’t act too quickly. You don’t want it to turn into a shit-show before you have a clear plan, an escape plan.”

  “I’m just... friends with Sophia. Hell, more like business associates really.” I removed my coat and then my sweater so I was topless. The air conditioning immediately hit my flesh with cool air. I was surprised the damn thing still worked considering the condition the building was in.

  “You don’t fool me, son. I know what’s happening. I saw the way you looked at her... The way she looked at you... Just pick the right moment. That’s all I’m saying.”

  I kicked my sneakers off, removed my pants. I already had my boxing shorts on underneath, and then I sat on the floor and removed my boxing boots from my backpack. Sally came into the office, skipped to Logan, humming a song I’d not heard before. He held up the pads for her and she hit them with a jab and cross. I had to smile. She was one hell of an awesome kid.

  I’d finished fixing my boots on and was on my feet and fastening my boxing gloves on my hands when Sally turned to me. “You some kinda pussy, mister?” she asked.

  “Sally, be a good girl, don’t intimidate the fighter,” Logan said as he shook his head.

  “Sorry.” She smiled as I followed her stare to my gloves.

  “Go and find Camilla.”

  “Okay dokie.”

  Sally skipped from the room and I turned to Logan. “That’s a first. I haven’t been called that by a kid before.”

  Logan smiled. “It’s the gloves.”

  “What about them?”

  “I never wore them. Some of the guys wear MMA gloves, but no one has ever worn boxing gloves... You know they don’t fight by the Marquess of Queensberry rules here, don’t you, kid?”

  I swung my arms around to stretch my muscles. “I had noticed.”

  “You might be better removing the gloves. If someone takes you to the ground, tries to grapple or wrestle with you, you’re fucked. Ninety percent of fights end on the ground. If your opponent manages to mount you, he won’t stop pounding you with elbows, forearms, and fists until you ain’t moving anymore.”

  “They won’t get that opportunity... Anyway, ninety percent of fights might end on the ground but one hundred percent of them start standing.” I moved toward Logan and he raised the pads as he laughed.

  “I like you... You remind me of someone, a fighter who fought in The Circuit. A handsome guy built of muscle and bravery.”

  “Was he any good?”

  “One of the best.” Logan smiled and I threw a jab out. I just kept throwing the punches he indicated with the positions he held the pads in. “Listen to me, kid, the cage isn’t like a boxing ring. If you’re too far from these guys they’ll kick you in the leg, head, stomach, anywhere they can. If you move too close they’ll use elbows, knees, their fucking head, and they’ll clinch, throw you, and shit like that... The kinda dirty shit you’re not used to... Spacing is going to be very important if you’re going in there to box. Remember you don’t have a referee to separate your opponent from you if you get tangled up.”

  “How do I know when I’ve won if there’s no referee?”

  “If your opponent can’t fight anymore, you’ve won, it’s as simple at that. Do you remember that line from Mad Max, there’s only one rule, there are no rules? Keep that in mind, but biting, groin shots, and eye gouging are frowned upon... That doesn’t mean they don’t happen from time to time if one of the fighters is riled up enough. It’s a game of exultation. If you bite, he’ll bite, and so on.”


  “Anything you can tell me about my opponent?” Logan started to advance, to put me under added pressure, throwing a few punches for me to duck, to parry.

  “If he hurts you with his left, go down.” He smiled and then kicked me in my left leg. “Spacing, remember that, kid.”

  “I won’t forget.” His leg was like iron. I could tell he’d held back, didn’t want to injure me before the fight, just wanted to teach me a lesson, but he was made of strong stuff.

  I hit the pads for a few more minutes and then Logan called time. He removed the pads and sat back on the edge of the desk. “I’ll see you when you’re done.”

  “You’re not watching the fight?”

  “There’s no point. It’s not like there’s rounds and I can fix you up if you get hurt... And you will get hurt... If you’re cut, I’ll deal with that when you’re back here... Trust me, I’m better than the doc that’s sometimes sober enough to work here... You know your way to the cage, don’t you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Go and fight then.”

  I nodded and headed out of the room. I walked by Dennehy’s office. The door was open. He wasn’t inside, but Sophia was. She was standing in the middle of the room. She had on a tight black dress; her hair fixed beautifully, not a strand out of place, her makeup applied with unflawed strokes. If someone had taken a picture of her at that moment, it would have been good enough for the front cover of any fashion magazine. She smiled at me and beckoned me forward with a finger.

  She placed one of her small hands to my heart when I was in front of her. “It’s beating fast.” I could see the concern in her eyes.

  “That’s because I’ve seen you.”

  “You’re not nervous?”

  “No.”

  “Why?”

  “I’ve been in worse situations.”

  “In the army?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Have you ever... No, it’s okay, you don’t have to answer that.”

  “I’ll answer anything you want.” I meant that too. I wouldn’t tell anyone else about the horrors I’d seen, the terrible things I’d done, but I wanted her to know the real me. I knew, I just fucking knew, that she’d accept me as I was, no matter my flaws.

  “You’ll be late for your fight.”

  “I’m never late for a fight.” I smiled at her and she looked at my gloves. Confusion spread over her face as her brow furrowed. “I’m just doing what I know. No point trying to change things just because I don’t have ropes keeping my opponent from running away.”

  “Be careful.”

  “You’ve seen what I can do. I’ll be fine. People are counting on me for this money. I won’t lose.”

  “Good... I like your face as it is.” She smiled as she moved her other hand to my face and ran the back of her fingers over my cheek.

  “Ask your question and I’ll go.”

  “Have you ever... It’s okay, it doesn’t matter, really.”

  “It matters to you, so ask, ma’am.”

  “Have you ever... killed anyone?” She stopped breathing as she waited for the answer.

  “Only bad guys.” I kissed her lips as she exhaled. She tasted like victory.

  I left the office, walked through the staging area, the other fighters looking at me like I was a sideshow freak or something, no doubt confused by the gloves too.

  I walked around the makeshift wall that separated the staging area from the main section of the warehouse and the cage. The crowd instantly turned to me. Some cheered, others booed. My name was on the blackboard along with my odds. I wasn’t favorite to win. My opponent was already in the cage, bouncing up and down, keeping warm; he was a big mean-looking motherfucker.

  Dennehy pushed through the crowd to me, flanked by Colossus. “There you are... I was beginning to think you were a no show.”

  “I’m on time.”

  “I know... I think everyone’s a no show until they show.” He smiled and then patted my shoulder. “The gloves are a nice touch... Don’t let me down. I’ve made some bets, a heap of money, with some very dangerous and rich people. I can’t wait to take their cash when you win.”

  “I can’t wait to take yours.” I started walking through the crowd. Some of them laughed at my gloves. My opponent laughed at them too when I stepped in the cage. The cage door was slammed shut behind me and the fighter instantly reacted by charging at me.

  He jumped into the air, his knee aimed at my head. I moved to the side to dodge the attack and as soon as he landed he threw a kick at my head. I raised my gloves and the padding took the impact, but the blow was still powerful enough to crack a thunderous headache to life in my head, making me stumble slightly.

  He threw another kick, this one lower, aiming for my leading leg. I raised the leg and his shot missed, the momentum of his attack spinning him. When he was back facing me I hit him with two jabs before he even had a chance to see them coming and moved backward, my head swaying as I looked for an opening in his guard to land a more powerful punch, and to make me a harder target to hit.

  He weaved through three of my punches, got in close, held one of my arms to his body and hit me in the face with an elbow. I could feel blood trickling down my face but I didn’t have time to guess from where, his next elbow was already on its way toward me, the motion blurred it was moving that fast.

  I raised my other hand, covered my head with the glove, blocked the shot, and while he retracted his arm, readying to try and throw the same move again, I threw a low hook to his side, right into his ribs. He instantly dropped my other arm from his hold and moved from me, holding his side, gasping for air. I’d have broken one of his ribs for sure. That punch always did. Years of practice the reason.

  “If you can’t breathe, you can’t fight.” I stepped in and smashed a cross into his face while his guard was down. He stumbled backward, his arms pinwheeling, until he hit the cage. I’m pretty sure the whole structure moved a few inches from his impact, he was that big of a guy.

  He was soon back on me, throwing more kicks to my leading leg. The first one hit, bending my limb at an awkward angle. The next kick missed. I was able to step backward to force the miss. His momentum didn’t take him into a spin this time, instead he stepped his stance strong and pushed his leading leg out and into my chest.

  I stumbled backward and he advanced. I blocked two of his punches, but when he was in close, his hands around the back of my neck, a clinch. I wasn’t able to stop the knees, the first three anyway.

  I brought my hands down to block the fourth one. Then I quickly hit him in the stomach with an uppercut, followed even faster with a hook. The two shots were enough to remove his hands from me and break the clinch.

  I pushed both of my hands into his chest, giving me some space, time to recover. I ducked his hook, smashed another punch into his midsection, before I hit him with two jabs, and then a cross. The cross was a good enough shot to force his back into the cage again.

  I shuffled forward, pushed one of my gloves into his face, covering his eyes. “If you can’t see, you can’t fight.” I hit him in his stomach with my other hand. He doubled over again and I made contact with an uppercut, right under his jaw. He shot back upright, his back hitting the cage once more.

  I drove a punch into his face as he sprang from the structure and he fell to the floor. He tried to stand but his legs wouldn’t work. “If you can’t stand, you can’t fight.” The crowd cheered, the noise loud enough to ring my ears.

  I waited for a few moments, to make sure the fight was over. When I was sure he was done and wasn’t able to stand, I raised my hands above my head and the roar from the crowd rumbled in my heart and forced it to skip a beat.

  When I stepped down from the cage Colossus was waiting for me. The crowd behind him trying to push past his big frame so they could congratulate me. He gave them one mighty pissed off look and the punters soon gave him space.

  “When you’re done with Logan go to Dennehy’s office,” the big man
said.

  “My money?”

  “Dennehy handles that... Hey, you did good in there.”

  “Thank you.” I worked my way through the crowd, feeling countless hands pat my back. I even got a few nods of approval from some of the fighters in the staging area. I’m guessing if you don’t return on a stretcher they know you’re the winner. As I walked past Dennehy’s office he closed the door. Sophia was in there with him, she looked terrified.

  I stayed there for a few moments, in the corridor, trying to hear what was happening behind the closed door, but Logan leaned his head out of the other office. “In here, kid.” I took a deep breath and moved in there with him.

  He pulled my gloves off and then wiped the blood from my face with a dirty towel. “You’re fine, you don’t need snitches.” He grabbed an icepack and handed it to me. “Hold it on your left eye.” I did. “You okay? You look distracted?”

  “Dennehy.”

  “Right moment, remember? This isn’t it, not unless you have enough money to achieve your goals.”

  We both went quiet. Dennehy’s voice reached us. “You look like a fucking slut.”

  “Daddy, you said you wanted me to dress nice when I was at the fights.”

  “And you think nice means whore?”

  I dropped the icepack. Logan pushed me into the wall. I hit his arms from me, but he just placed them back. “Get the fuck off me.”

  I was as angry as the first time I’d taken someone’s life. The Taliban sniper had missed and hit a kid. We moved to the rear of the building he was in and I charged up the stairs to the roof. As he turned I met his face with the butt of my weapon and then stomped on his face until it didn’t look like a face anymore. I was firing round after round into him when I was ordered to stop. I’d have clipped in a new mag and continued until he was a puddle of red if I hadn’t been given the order to hold fire.

  “Don’t make me stop you from making a mistake. Stop yourself, it won’t hurt as much.” Logan spoke through his teeth, his face crumpled into an angry scowl.