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Default It's his party and they'll cry if they want to (Maledom)

The birth of this particular story is a little different. I recently took on my first commissioned work, a male vs male/male story featuring a younger fighter dominating two seemingly more experienced older men. What was supposed to be a 6000 word piece actually came in at over 14,000 words, though still for the original agreed price. After all, it wasn't the customer's fault that I haven't quite got a handle on editing yet! And for anyone that's read my work here, you'll know I can get a little carried away when I get into a story.

Anyway, with the work now finally finished, it occurred to me that I now have a story which I could rejig into something more along the lines of my own preferences. So after a few pronoun changes, renaming/redefining the characters and changing some of the action (as much because of anatomy as for narrative reasons!), here is the first chapter. With all appropriate credit to the customer who supplied the character descriptions and plot of the story for the story in its original format.

It's his party and they'll cry if they want to
Noah vs Britney and Lauren

Chapter 1

They had come to spar. That had been the plan when Britney and Lauren stepped into the ring in the seemingly deserted Gym. Wearing nothing but white thong panties and black muay thai gloves, physically the two women were well matched. Both were in their mid-twenties. Both had lean, athletic physiques like those of an elite gymnast. The differences between them were all in their style.

Britney was every inch a product of the social media generation. Her long blonde hair would not have looked out of place emblazoned on the packaging of the products that had created it. Many hours spent watching online make-up tutorials enhanced Britney's already naturally beautiful features, elevating her to a level that would likely garner thousands of followers on Instagram. In actual fact, that number currently stood at 356,732. A number that had risen significantly, when Britney had increased her own "figures", going from a 34b to a 36d. Now the subject of constant admiration and praise from thousands of people, almost every minute of every day, it was perhaps no surprise that Britney's beauty was not necessarily skin deep.

Whilst Lauren did not have Britney's immediate 'wow' factor, she was far from being a Plain Jane. Her short red hair was styled in a pixie cut, which suited her cute, elfin like features. Bright green eyes shone with an intensity that suggested a sharp, keen mind. Where Britney could be seen by some as arrogant and cocky, Lauren was the more subdued of the duo. Though it was a foolish fighter who mistook her reserve for compassion.

Between them, Britney and Lauren had defeated every challenger, both male and female, who had faced them in the Gym over the last six months. And whilst they had enjoyed every dominant victory, it had recently left them with a notable lack of capable opponents. With nobody else willing (or daring) to step up, Britney and Lauren were now forced to spar together. And whilst it was not in either of their natures to hold back, both women were willing to go easy on the other, simply because a dominant victory would inevitably leave one of them with nobody left to fight at all. It wasn't the ideal solution, but for Britney and Lauren, it was the only option available to them. Or so they thought.

Britney heard it first. A steady slap of leather against leather, coming from a far corner of the gym. Lauren turned her head towards the sound and they saw him. Another fighter, working a heavy bag with powerful punches. The two women glanced at each other, sharing the same thought. Fresh meat.

"Excuse me," called out Britney. "Yes, you at the bag. Are you looking for a real workout?" She pushed her ample chest out as she spoke, a technique that usually proved effect when fishing for opponents.

The figure stopped punching and began walking towards the ring. As he drew closer, Britney and Lauren got a clearer look at their guest. He was younger than them, considerably so. A little shorter too, but no less impressively built. Each muscle on his toned torso was smooth, clear and perfectly defined. His attire was similarly minimal too, just a tight blue thong speedo and white boxing gloves. Noting his boyish good looks and short, impeccably styled blond hair, Britney immediately dismissed him as a vapid pretty boy, someone that was more obsessed with his looks than anything else. Britney's sense of self awareness was not especially strong.

The young man climbed through the ropes into the ring and addressed the two older women. If he was fazed by their bare breasts and otherwise skimpy fighting attire, he didn't show it. "Yes, I'm looking for an adequate challenge," he said, matter of factly. "Do you know where I could find one ?"

"Oh, please," sighed Britney, rolling her eyes. "I mean, like seriously, how old are you? You don't look a day over eighteen."

"That's because I'm not." said the young man.

"Not what?" asked Britney, the contempt in her voice tangible.

"Not a day over. Today's my birthday."

"OK, so like Happy Birthday or whatever. Look, do you want a match or not?"

"Sure, if you think you can handle me."

Before Britney could continue arguing, Lauren interjected. "OK. I'm Lauren. And this is Britney. What's your name?"


"Very well Noah," said Lauren gently. "Well here's how it works. You take us on, one at a time. Rounds to a KO. Best of three fights, unless you're unable to continue after the first round. In which case, you forfeit the entire contest. If you win, we allow you to keep coming to the gym. When you lose, you don't show your face here again."

"Seems acceptable." replied Noah. "Just one condition. I want her first." Noah waved a glove towards Britney, who broke into a smile.

"Aw, sucks for you Lauren" she giggled, sticking out her lower lip in faux sadness. "I guess you won't be getting a fight today after all."

* * * * *

Ten minutes had passed for the fighters to prepare themselves. This had included Noah signing a number of release forms which allowed Britney to photograph and share his image on her Instagram account in the event of his defeat. Or as she had put it, "So like, when you lose, I'm gonna make you famous. But only until I post another picture of me." With the paperwork completed, Noah faced Britney in the centre of the ring. The older woman looked down at her young opponent, already anticipating what she might do to him. Right now, Britney's main intention was to make the fight last. She had no doubt that she could KO him in about three seconds, but where would be the fun in that?

There was no bell to start the bout, so Lauren would begin the action with a verbal command. Standing on the ring apron, outside the ropes, she was reluctant to start the fight. Lauren knew that Britney could end the match in a matter of moments. After which, Noah would be in no condition for another round. It was always the same, whenever the two women issued a best of three challenge. No opponent ever made it past the first fight. Lauren considered asking Britney to go easy on Noah, to save a little something for her. But she knew it would be a futile request. Plus, such a request would likely only cause Britney to gloat even further when she had destroyed the boy. With a heavy sigh, Lauren spoke. "Round One. Begin."

Britney swung a fist at Noah's head and waited for the inevitable sound of contact. When she heard glove smack into skin, two things came to Britney's immediate attention. Firstly, the sound seemed to emanate from the wrong place, coming from somewhere below her midsection. Secondly, and more notably, she was in considerable pain.

"FUUUUUCK!!" exclaimed Britney, her crotch throbbing from Noah's smart counterpunch. Britney might have launched into further expletives, but for the three jabs to her face that quickly arrived in rapid succession. A dazed "....Whaaa?..." was the only response Britney could offer, before Noah's glove slammed into her gut, mashing her toned abs as though they were cotton wool. Air billowed from Britney's lungs with a wheezed "OOOOOOUUPPPPHHH!!!" and she doubled over, winded. In her stooped position, Britney felt a glove gently touch the back of her head. But this was not a gesture of comfort from Noah. Simply control.

Holding Britney's head in position, Noah drove his knee upwards, smashing it into her nose. Two more knees followed with equally devastating impact, and on the third strike, Noah released his hold on Britney's head and allowed the force of the blow to knock her back to an upright position. Although now, it was a somewhat bloodier and considerably less steady position than Britney had occupied just moments previously.

At ringside, Lauren tried to make sense of what she was seeing. The young fighter had decimated Britney in less than a minute. How was that even possible? Surprised though she was by the events in the ring, Lauren was not entirely sorry to see Britney be so comprehensively battered. Whilst she had some sympathy for her friend, it now seemed possible that Lauren would be getting a fight after all. And there was obviously no way she would be suffering the same fate as her outclassed friend.

Britney tried her best to shake off the stupor that threatened to overwhelm her. Bloodied though she was, she was still in this fight. One punch, she thought, that's all it would take. One punch and this nobody was going down. She swung a wild left, but Noah evaded it with ease, and countering with an uppercut to Britney's underboob. Britney winced, the pain both intense and sustained. Although her breasts weren't necessarily all Britney, they were hardly invulnerable. If anything, heavy blows hurt all the more since her surgery. She had just never actually experienced it until now. Desperately, she tried another punch. The outcome was the same, Noah's glove smacking the underside of her left tit so hard that Britney was almost slapped in the face by her own boob.

To Britney's pained fury, a cheeky smile had spread across Noah's face. He wasn't just destroying Britney. He was having fun. This was easy for the dork, Britney realised with some sense of concern. So easy, that he could relax, take his time and enjoy himself. All at Britney's expense. Driven only by arrogance, Britney tried to fight back, At this point, she would have considered just successfully defending herself to be a small victory. Noah's elbow cracking into her chin quickly curtailed those lofty ambitions.

Now Britney wanted out. To give Lauren a chance, she justified to herself. Certainly it was nothing to do with the pain which now racked her body. No, this was all about letting her friend have a shot. And then, when Lauren inevitably failed, Britney would be back, refreshed and ready to put the kid down. Eager to call a time-out, Britney searched her brain for a suitable excuse to bring this round to a conclusion. However, she needn't have bothered. Noah already had it covered.

His bare sole mashed across Britney's face. First from right to left, then in the opposite direction. A spray of blood and spittle surrounded Britney's head as Noah moved in with a barrage of punches. Lefts, rights, jabs, the teen fighter battered Britney's cheeks, jaw and nose with unrelenting power and precision. Britney's responses were reduced to drooling grunts, as Noah played with her head like a Harlem Globetrotter with a basketball. When Noah finally stopped, Britney's head seemed to continue reacting to invisible punches, as though she were coming off second best in a shadow boxing bout.

From her vantage point at ringside, Lauren could scarcely recognise her friend. She had never seen Britney looking so beaten, both figuratively and physically. Britney's usually stunning face, one that made in excess of $3K a month on her OnlyFans page, now resembled that of a nut allergy sufferer after eating a peanut butter and Nutella sandwich. Britney's eyes were puffy, already darkening, and for once it wasn't because of her make-up. In the same vein, Britney's cheeks were a bright red, almost as though she were blushing. Which would not have been an inappropriate reaction after being so effortlessly decimated by the younger, smaller fighter. A single thread of drool hung from Britney's lower lip, and Lauren began to wonder if it would fall before Britney did.

Noah allowed Britney to sway on the spot for a moment, clearly only seconds away from hitting the canvas. Turning to a still bemused Lauren, Noah smiled. "Your turn next." he said, and nailed Britney with an uppercut so powerful, it lifted the fitness model off of her feet before slamming down onto the floor of the ring, completely out. Britney landed flat on her back, arms and legs splayed wide, as though she had been KO'd midway through attempting a snow angel. Her eyes were open, but staring blankly at the gymnasium ceiling. Only the slow rise and fall of her expertly enhanced chest gave any indication that she might be able to fight another round.

Not that Britney would get that opportunity. At least, not as far as Lauren was concerned. She looked at Britney's inert form with a small degree of pity, but mainly with a sense of anticipation. It was Britney's typical arrogance that had cost her this fight, and Lauren had no such affliction. Plus, she had the advantage of scouting Noah before their bout. Lauren knew his moves now, and was supremely confident of her imminent victory.

In the ring, Noah placed a bare foot over Britney's bludgeoned face, pushing down hard for no other reason than he could. The sensation of Britney's formerly perfect features mashing under his sole was a pleasant one, something that was soon reflected in the ever-tightening bulge of his speedos. Starting a wholly unnecessary ten count, Noah took his time, pausing for a few seconds between each number and grinding his foot ever harder across Britney's face. For the entire duration of the slow count, his gaze never left Lauren. Taking in her every taut muscle, every chiselled ab, Noah's enthusiasm for the next round was growing as quickly as the contents of his trunks. This was a body that he would relish breaking down.

Last edited by FootPower; 30-Jul-20 at 18:57.
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