Frustrations

[Corvid]

Teaser:"There are some lessons you can only learn by making mistakes and getting clobbered, and boxing is full of those lessons. If you can't hurt me, I can't learn!"

She stood up slowly, hands on her hips.

"Well maybe you need to learn to hurt me."

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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. All sexual acts depicted in this story take place between consenting adults. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Frustrations
Author: Corvid
Content Warnings: Be aware that while technically consensual, the encounter described is still brutal, and violent.
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Frustrations


"Whoa, Pix. Did your boy just walk out on you, or somethin'?"

Perspiration streaking her brow, "Pixie" swarmed Valentino around the boxing ring, peppering the larger man's guard with little bursts of gunpowder.

"I... don't... have... a... boyfriend!" She snapped.

"Heh! Maybe that's the prob-"

Pixie nailed him with an uppercut to the chin, and as he stumbled, caught him with a jab to the chest. Swinging his arms dramatically, Valentino sat down heavily on the mat.

"Come on, you goddamned turkey! Get up and spar with me!"

Still laughing softly, Valentino waved the blonde off with one glove. "Nope. You got me, fair and square, babydoll. I'm out."

"Fair and..."

Pixie gave out a long, rattling, exasperated sigh, wrenching off her helmet, her damp hair clinging to her scalp.

"This is such bullshit!"

Tony shook his head as the young woman twisted out beneath the lower rope of the centrally positioned boxing ring. His eyes followed her spandex-clad ass as she stormed over to the mirrored wall on one side of the gym for a moment, before he forced himself to attend to his weights. "Pixie" had made it clear, from her first days at the gym, that she wasn't surrounding herself with boxers because she was pining for a piece of beefcake to call her own, and the regulars were trying to respect that.

The nickname "Pixie" had stuck, though, and there was no solvent capable of removing it. The girl with the freckled nose and the upswept blond topknot looked like Tinkerbell. If she shaved her head and covered her body with tattoos, it wouldn't change the moniker.

As she flung the helmet down and started shadow-boxing at the mirror, Tony couldn't shake the conviction that she looked like she really wished she could blacken her own reflection's eye.

Valentino rose from his awkward seat on the mat, twisting his neck back and forth, then leaning on the top rope and also watching Pixie attack her own image. His broad shoulders shrugged, and he made his own exit from the ring, giving Pixie space as he come over to stand next to Tony in the section of the gym devoted to weights.

"Do ya think she's on the rag, today? Or...?"

Tony shook his head again, taking an inordinate interest in the dumbbell.

"Nah. Pixie's been dragging a grudge around with her for weeks. Fucked if I know at who. Maybe someone at work? She plastered me a couple of days ago."

"Really?"

"Well, you know," Tony said, one side of his mouth twisting. "For Pixie."

Valentino chuckled, doffing his gloves to grab a medicine ball from the weight rack and beginning a set of flexibility exercises.

Conrad emerged from the locker room, hands taped, and went over to join the other two men.

"Hey, good folk. Someone up to giving me a sparring session this evening?"

Valentino grimaced, dropping the ball to the mat with a loud thump as he made a shooing gesture before his face with one hand.

"Ngh-... Don't mention sparring, right now, or Pixie's liable to come over and demand your attention."

Conrad glanced over at Tony, who nodded gravely.

"Yeah. Dunno what's going on, but Pixie's on the warpath. Best just let her be."

Conrad raised his hands in mock horror.

"Well! I wouldn't want to get pixie-dusted."

The three men laughed, Tony stopping first as he glanced past the other two to see Pixie glaring at the trio. Clearing his throat, softly, he resumed his concentrated attention on the weights. Taking the hint, Conrad adjusted the plates on a bench-press machine, and began to pump as Valentino reacquired the medicine ball.

So studiously were the three ignoring the blond woman, that they didn't pay much heed when she joined them in the weights quadrant and lay down on her stomach on the leg press, tucking her ankles under the padded bars and beginning to curl the weight plates up and down the machine's resistance cable.

When the plates came down with a louder-than-usual clank, Tony glanced up. Almost instantly he realized that Pixie had at some point doffed her spandex shorts, and her lower body was now clad in only a very brief purple lycra thong. And when she brought her calves up, and her glutes flexed...

He let out a slow breath, and grunted. His eyes went back to his weights, and then, almost involuntarily, strayed back to Pixie's ass. Then to her face.

She looked back at him, green eyes locked through darkly-lined lashes, and her face twisted into a smirk, challenging.

Swallowing, he looked away. Glanced around the room. It was only the four of them in the gym, and at that hour, it was unlikely anyone else would come in. He could go work the speed bag, or take a jog around the gym, or do stretches in front of the mirror. Stretches would be good, after a long session with the weights.

His eyes went back to Pixie's ass, and her challenging smirk. He was getting hard, and where he sat on the weight bench, there was no disguising it like some teenage boy. Finishing her reps, she swung her legs down, straddling the machine, and reached back to give the rounds of her rump a two-handed slap.

That drew Valentino's attention. His eyes followed her hungrily as she moved to the chest-press, shoulders moving deeply forward and back, pushing out her breasts. Her nipples were hard beneath the tight babydoll t-shirt, and she clearly wasn't wearing a bra. Sweat trickled down the shirt's scooped neck.

When those reps were finished, she lay on her back on the mat before the machine, and started doing leg raises. The hem of the shirt slowly climbed up her taut stomach, each lift of her legs demanding attention to the barely-clad rounds of her ass.

By the time she slowly declined her legs to the floor, all three men were watching her, mouths agape.

"Tired of being teased?" She asked, softly.

Sitting up, Pixie crossed her legs, turning to regard the three men, the twisted-wire smirk departing her pert lips.

"Yeah. So am I."

After a moment, all three men started to talk at once.

"What are you-"

"Pix, we never-"

"Don't know what you're talking about, we've-"

As quickly, all three went quiet. Letting out an irritated sigh, Tony resumed speaking.

"I've never set out to 'tease' you, Pixie. You made it clear that you wanted to be left alone; I think we've done a pretty good job keeping to our end of that."

"Dammit, you idiot, I don't want to be left alone-"

Her shoulders hunched in annoyance, hands pressing to the sides of her head. Her mouth quirked as she struggled for words.

"I don't want to wrestle. I want to box!"

Valentino nodded, shrugged.

"Sure. Yeah. And we've never turned you down, when you wanted to spar..."

"For pity's sake, Valentino, you can't pretend that what you're doing in there with me is sparring. You're putting up all the resistance that a cat can expect from a ball of yarn."

Tony and Conrad laughed at that, but Pixie caught them in her glare.

"The two of you aren't any better. Just because you aren't hitting on me doesn't mean you aren't hyper-fucking-aware that I'm a girl. You act as though if you actually take a swing at me, I'll shatter like your aunt's best china!"

Valentino's brow furrowed. "Well, excuse me, Pixie-girl. You think I want to tell my family I knocked a woman's teeth out at Sunday dinner? You think that'll go over well with my gram and my sisters?"

"God dammit, can we leave all that, out there?" Pixie fumed. "I'm telling you, I want to fight. I want to be a real presence in the ring. And there aren't any gyms around here that do proper women's boxing, and I'm not going to learn anything in some soccer-mom kick-boxing bullshit at the 'Y'. If I can get good, then maybe I can find a proper female opponent, but I can't get good, here, like this. There are some lessons you can only learn by making mistakes and getting clobbered, and boxing is full of those lessons. If you can't hurt me, I can't learn!"

She stood up slowly, hands on her hips.

"Well maybe you need to learn to hurt me."

She walked over to Tony, her green eyes daring him to look away. Her hand darted forward, grabbing his erection through his sweatpants. Breathing in sharply, he let the weight still in his hand drop to the mat.

"Hey, Tony-boy. Do you think you could hurt me with this?"

Her hand moved slowly over his cock, stroking the shaft from base to head, and he gritted his teeth, letting out a small groan. Releasing her grip, she turned around, fingers digging into the round tightness of her ass, cocking one hip towards the stunned boxer.

"You want this? Huh? You want this ass?"

She gave the tight glute another ringing smack with her hand, making the flesh ripple.

"I'm going to give you a chance, tonight. Just one. Show me you're capable of hurting me. Show me that you deserve my respect."

Her slim fingers dug into the waist of the thong, slipping it down her thighs, dropping it to the mat and stepping free, standing nude before the three men from her waist down to her socks. Her hips tilted slowly back and forth, and she walked, heel-to-toe, to stand next to the wall, ass thrust towards them.

Breathing hard, Tony glanced at Valentino, who shook his head, wide-eyed. Then, casting aside both Valentino's and his own better judgment, he followed Pixie to the wall.

A last vestige of conscience prickled his neck as he looked down at Pixie, her arms outstretched, her hands spread against the white-painted brick.

"Pix, if you think you might regret this tomorrow, now's-"

"Tony-boy, are you scared of this ass? You think it's going to best you?"

Her hips swiveled sinuously, and she glared back at him, challenging, angry.

"Is that it? Are you looking for an excuse? 'Cuz I'm not letting you in easy. You can fuck me up the ass, right now, but only if you're man enough to take it."

He hissed softly between his teeth, pulling his raging erection out of his sweatpants.

"Oh, you fucking bitch," he whispered.

"That's right."

Grabbing Pixie's haunches, he spread her apart, planting the head of his cock against the ring of her asshole. Her butt flexed rhythmically in his hands, the ring tensing in time with the flexing, but the look in Pixie's eyes remained defiant.

"Sodomize me, you bastard," She hissed. "Or you'll always see me taunting you, any time you have a pathetic little jerk-off..."

"Gruhhhh...!"

He pushed forward with his hips, but Pixie's back door refused him, even as her hands clenched into fists against the wall.

"I told you you were going to have to take it, fuck-boy." She growled, chest heaving. "Stop playing around...!"

Moving his hands to her hips, Tony drew back slightly, and shoved forward again. The ring bowed under the pressure, but still refused to dilate, quivering as she tensed.

"Do you need lube?" Pixie snarled. "Is it just too hard to bust my nut without some axle grease to-"

Cutting her off with a furious slap to her posterior, Tony roared, ramming forward as he jerked her hips back. This time, the taut orifice shuddered, then buckled, and the head of Tony's cock breached Pixie's ass.

"Ah," Pixie shrieked. "Jesus Christ-!"

Disregarding her screech, Tony pulled back just far enough to get a running start, and forced his cock into the clutching heat of the blonde's bowels all the way to the root.

Her teeth snapped together, jaw clenching, and for a moment, Pixie stopped breathing. Then, a couple of short, gulping breaths, and her fist pounded against the wall.

"Ah. Ah, fuck. Fuck, that hurts."

Her hand slowly unclenched, and two fingers tapped against the wall.

"So..." She murmured, through clenched teeth. "Is one of us going to be a bitch...?"

Reaching up, Tony grabbed the back of her hair, jerking her head back.

"Take it up the ass, Pixie," He snarled.

Pulling back slowly, Tony rammed her ass, making the tight rounds quiver, eliciting another sharp cry from the blonde.

"That's right. You take it up the ass. I don't give a shit if you knew what you were getting up to, any more. I'm taking this ass."

Puffing breath loudly through pursed lips, Pixie snarled back.

"You fucking better. I'm not about to shatter. Put it through the wringer, you son-of-a-bitch, you're not breaking me."

"Hmph! Remember that you said that, later, girl!"

"You're not breaking me...!"

After a long, uncomfortable paralysis, Conrad rose, going over to lean against the wall and get a better view of the action, his face a study of detachment, the sharp bulge in his shorts telling another story.

"...Huh...! Better step it- UP- a notch, Tony-boy... NGH-! You're part of a show!... now...!"

Tony's hand twisted in her hair.

"Bear down, you dumb little piece, you're just making it harder on yourself..."

"Oh... AW...! Am I mmmmaking it too hard for you? Ffffffucking... CLAIM that ass, if you're going to...!"

Baring his teeth, Tony got mean. He could tell that Pixie's breathing was a way of controlling the pain, the rhythm of it a sort of meditation that allowed her to shift her focus away from the sharp pang of his cock reaming through her backside. Mixing up the timing, rhythm, and depth of his thrusts threw sand into that rhythm, fractured that meditation, making the tight blond deal with every penetration without buffer.

"Is nnnngh! Is... hah...! Is that the best... That the best..."

She couldn't even finish her taunts, and Tony felt a terrible sort of pleasure at that.

"She's crying, Tony," Conrad said, softly.

Her shoulders shook, and her voice seemed to rise out of somewhere in her chest.

"Yeah, that's right. You're making the girl cry. I'm crying because it hurts. Don't you stop. Don't you dare fucking stop, because I'm crying. It fucking hurts, it makes me cry, but you know what, it feels good to cry. Make me cry, goddammit, work my ass and make me fucking cry."

Picking up his pace, Tony renewed his attack on Pixie's bouncing, hunching backside.

"All right, little girl, I'll make you cry."

He slapped her ass again, and she gave a startled laugh through her tears.

"Damn right.... You respect this little girl... and make her fucking... cry!"

"You want to make it hard? You can take it hard."

The slamming of his hips against her backside was lifting the smaller woman up onto her toes, her calves tensing, the cords rising in her neck with every reckless plunge. The impacts of gloved fists in the ring minutes earlier had scarcely been louder.

"fffuck...! ffffffffffuck...!"

"Keep it tight. I'm going to bust through anything you can put up. I'm going to hurt you, Pix, and you can fucking take it!"

"Ah...! ahhhh-ha-ha...! yes..."

He shoved her head forward, abandoning his grip on her hair, and instead cupped her breast through the thin material of her shirt, squeezing the swell hard, hand wringing down the mound to pinch the stiff nipple before returning to the base to repeat the motion.

"Oh. Ohhhh, you son-of-a-bitch. You like how I flinch when you pinch it? It's so fucking sensitive..."

"Not gonna stop, Pixie..."

"-Didn't ask. Go ahead.... nhh-! Squeeze that tit. Anchor your thrusts in that tenderness. Just because it's soft, doesn't mean I c-! -can't take the abuse."

Tony's nails dragged across the fabric, and, lifting, his fingers pushed into the scooped neckline.

"I'm going to rip this off you, bitch. I'm going to show the boys your tits."

"Oh?... hhh-! You gonna shame me, Tony? You going to put me on display?"

He gritted his teeth, puffing like a bull.

"Yes, you sexy little bitch. They're going to see those tits bounce, and they're going to see just how hard you're getting it up the ass...!"

"yeah-"

"How much force is getting rammed up your ass...!"

"yes-"

"How this taunting, teasing girl is getting her ass used...!"

"f'kin rip it..." She snarled between clenched teeth, "like you wanna rip me...!"

The shirt split, and her taut-nippled breasts galloped under the assault from behind.

"That's... IT... Tony... I'm exposed... Take what you want... Ram your cock... into my tight little ass... Bounce my tits... Make me... take your jizz... In my guts...!"

"Here it comes, Pixie, whether you're ready or not... Whether you want it, or not...!"

"Own it! Own my fucking ass!"

Tony planted his hips hard against Pixie's backside, and shuddered, cock flexing inside of her, cumming up the blonde's ass. A moment later, he pulled back, and came back hard, eliciting a suffering grunt. A third time, and he drew a whimper, head dipping, her teeth biting hard into her lower lip.

As he pulled free, pushing against her shoulder blades, a quiver went through her body, and she squatted, holding onto the wall, heaving with heavy, choking sobs.

Hot silence stretched out, and Pixie raised a shaking arm, one finger outstretched.

"Don't you dare say you're sorry, or any of that shit, Tony," She whispered. "Don't you fucking dare."

Tony chewed that for a moment, then replied, "Wouldn't dream of it. You need a hand?"

"...No..." She groaned, slowly tugging herself back to standing. "Not yet, anyway."

Her eyes slid across to Conrad, his own gaze still fixed on the sweat-sheened blonde.

"I don't think you can appreciate how much I can take," She growled, one hand closing on her own breast, "Until you experience it first-hand."

Valentino barked a forced laugh. "Sloppy seconds? Ew."

No one else laughed.

"This is a dirty business, Valentino," Pixie retorted. "It's coarse, and it's nasty, and it's fucking filthy. I need to prove something... And you guys need to prove something. There is no 'coming back' to this. No making this tidy, and polite, and sanitary. There is this one night, and you guys get to pound my ass until you show that a girl you call 'Pixie' can't put herself above you, and that girl gets to show you that she can take what you dish out."

Her lip curled, the tears still streaking her face.

"If you need me to be your little virgin princess, have fun with the blue balls."

Conrad's jaw set.

"I don't need any such thing," He retorted. "But I do need to hear the woman I'm about to butt-fuck acknowledge that I'm not going to take it easy on her poor, precious little asshole. That I understand that she's already raw, that she's already a mess, and I'm not going to let up until her rectum is packed with cum."

Pixie huffed, rolling her eyes. "Haven't I already said as much?"

"No, Pixie, you haven't. Not to me."

Conrad stalked over to where she still stood, leaning with one shoulder against the wall. His brow was lowered, his eyes dangerous. His hand slid around her jaw, thumb against her throat.

"Say, 'I understand that you're going to fuck me in the ass until you ejaculate in my guts. And no matter what I say, no matter how hard I cry, no matter how I scream, it's not going to stop until the man is done.'"

Pixie blew a raspberry through her lips.

"I understand..."

Conrad slapped her across the face.

Her eyes widened. Valentino made a startled sound.

Conrad just kept her pinned in the intensity of his stare.

"Say it," He spat.

"I... understand you're going to... fuck me in the ass..."

He slapped her again, and she gasped.

"Keep talking."

"....you're going to fuck me in the ass until you... ejaculate in my guts."

"'And no matter what I say, no matter how hard I cry, no matter how I scream...'"

"And no matter what I say-"

SLAP!

"Bro!" Valentino yelped.

"...no matter what I say..."

SLAP!

Tears ran freely down her cheeks.

"Conrad, stop it!" Valentino barked.

"Stay out of it, Valentino," Conrad warned.

"...no matter how hard I cry, no matter how I scream..." Pixie whimpered.

"'It's not going to stop until the man is done.'"

"It's not going to stop...!"

He backhanded her across the face, splitting her lip, then jammed his hand between her thighs. A rough middle finger shoved between the lips of her pussy, and her back arched as she gasped, high, whistling.

"When does it stop, Pixie?" He demanded.

"When the man is done...!" She panted.

His finger pumped inside of her, and her hips shook.

"When?" Conrad demanded.

"When the man is done...!"

"When do you stop getting pounded up the ass?" He snarled.

"When the man is done...!"

"Now, we have an understanding." He snapped, and released her.

She stumbled back two steps, eyes wide. Her mouth opened, and for a moment it looked like she might say something, but the only sound she made was a rough, staggered gasp.

"Now brace yourself against the wall," Conrad spat, "And offer me your ass."

His lip curled, hand clenching into a fist as he pulled down the front of his shorts, tugging at the significant girth of his erection.

"Your raw, tight, hurting ass."

Breathing slowly, Pixie spread her hands against the wall, and tilted out her hips.

"Aw, you know what?" Valentino snapped, "Fuck this. Just... fuck this!"

Kicking the medicine ball to minimal effect, Valentino thrust his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie and stormed away from the tableau.

"No one's making you stick around," Conrad shouted, turning his head.

"Fuck you, too, Conrad!" Valentino yelled back.

The door to the locker room banged open as Valentino piled through it.

Snorting, Conrad seized Pixie just above the hip with one hand as he rubbed the head of his cock between her buttocks.

"Looks like we've got a couple of brats, tonight," He growled. "I'm only interested in the one I get to punish."

"Yeah...?" Pixie retorted, the quaver in her voice putting the lie to her defiance. "Big talk."

Conrad chuckled dryly.

"Man, Pixie, you really don't know when to shut up, do you?"

Her inhalation became a stuttering thing as he pushed his hips forward.

"That's fine. As long as there's still fight left in your asshole."

"Don't... nnnnghhh think...! I'm going to mmmmmake it... Easy...!"

"Oh, I hope you're going to make me force it."

Conrad drew back slowly, and drove in like a rail spike.

"awwwihuh!... guhhhh....!"

An undignified bead of saliva emerged from the corner of her mouth and dripped down her chin as her teeth parted.

"You want to fight, Pixie?" Conrad snarled. "Here's where you learn that you can put up your best, and still lose."

A half-drawn breath said that Pixie was trying to come up with a rejoinder when Conrad delivered two successive thrusts deep into the blonde's backside, both jarring and punitive, both tearing dog-like squeaks from her parted lips.

"Go ahead and mouth off, if it does something for your pride," Conrad uttered. "Just know that if you do, I'm going to hurt you more."

Tony sat heavily on the weight bench, watching. Having been inside the woman only minutes before, post-orgasmic euphoria and the daze of exertion gave witnessing Conrad hammer Pixie's ass the dreamlike feel of an out-of-body experience. He remembered the sensation of her anus gripping his cock, feeling the pert rounds of her ass bounce, the expansion and contraction of her body against him as he disrupted her breathing, the cries and the gasps and the need, the sheer need, to make her yield to his aggression, to feel her body give way to his vulgar penetration, to put his seed inside of her and make her know that she had been taken.

Here, he could watch the give and take. See the irregular movements of her ribs as the pain, the cramping, and the undeniable arousal clutched at her diaphragm. The puffing and sucking in of her cheeks as she took it. The continued flow of the tears down her face. The twitch of her eyes as she tried to go elsewhere, and kept getting thrown back into the brutality of the now. The rippling of her flanks, and the bouncing of her tits. The strain in her thighs and calves as they tried to bow into the shock of that concussive, debilitating sodomy. The glistening of her skin, slick with the animal perspiration of a taxing, brutal, dominating fuck.

"...Down, boy," He muttered, his own taxed anatomy inquiring whether another chance at the blonde's pert backside would be forthcoming.

"Come on, teacher," Pixie hissed. "Give the girl her lesson..."

"Oh, you want to learn how to hurt?" Conrad snapped.

Smack!

His hand rang out on her ass, already thatched with the blows given by Tony, and she cried out.

"Give me your ass...!"

slap! Slap!

He cuffed both of her breasts, right across the rigid peaks of her nipples, and she shrieked.

"Give me those tits!"

thump

His balled fist slammed into the pit of her stomach, and she expelled a piteous moan that cut off like it had been sheared by scissors as he shoved home in her ass.

"Give me your fucking guts, Pix!"

Her arms gave way, and the front of Pixie's body slammed against the wall. He followed her to it, grinding her against the wall, crushing her against it.

"The man's not done, girl...!"

Long, deep thrusts slapped his hips against her rump, pinning her hips against the white brick, accompanied by breathless, feathery grunts from Pixie and lower, bestial bursts of exertion from Conrad.

"hah- hah-! ha- bounce those hips...!" She whined.

Gripping her shoulders, Conrad wordlessly complied, smacking Pixie's pelvis into the wall with every charge up her back door.

"hah-! hoh-! don't-! stop-! don't-! stop-! oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...!"

Her body shuddered; her forehead smacked against the wall hard enough that Tony grimaced in sympathy. Her knees suddenly went slack, and for a moment, it seemed that only Conrad's grip on her shoulders kept the blonde from sinking.

After that moment, with a groan, she straightened, scrabbling fingers against the wall like she was trying to climb it, still pinned by Conrad's body.

Bending in, Conrad firmly bit the back of her neck, and she shivered. As his head drew away, he released her shoulders, and again took her hips.

"Clench it, baby," Conrad murmured, his voice almost tender. "It's time."

Tony could see Pixie's glutes tighten as Conrad's hips drew back.

Then...

"AHH!... FUCKER!... FUCKER!... OW, OW, oooooooohhhhhh...!"

Five deliberate, devastating, reaming strokes into that tight ass as Pixie screamed, and Conrad snarled out his pleasure as he made it receive his cum.

A hand on the small of her back kept her pinned against the wall as Conrad gritted his teeth, cock flexing in the girl's abraded channel, draining his balls to the dregs.

"ahhh... okay, okay, let me breathe...!"

"'Are you done using my ass, sir?'" Conrad growled.

Pixie drooped.

"Are... you done... using my ass... sir?"

The last word was inflected with sarcasm, but any petulance in the utterance was rendered utterly petty by Conrad's continued presence in her throbbing backside.

"Why, yes, Pixie, I am. You're a good ass-fuck, once you get your head in the right space."

"I'll- haaaaaaa!"

Pixie's jaw snapped shut as Conrad wrenched his cock free of her backside, pulling a messy spurt of pearl with the withdrawal. Pixie descended to a squat on the floor, one hand over her ass, the other clutching her stomach.

"hoh, motherfucker..." Pixie growled through clenched teeth, drawing deep breaths. She looked back and up at Conrad. "You ever string me along in the ring, after this, I promise, I'll make you sorry you ever met me."

Conrad chuckled. "That would be a tall order."

She continued to fix him with a glare, and he chuckled again.

"Yeah, you've made your point. You can take a beating. I won't forget."

Pixie puffed, dropping to one knee, and groaned softly.

"I don't think forgetting is going to even be an option, for a while..."

"Yeah," said a dull voice from across the room. "Why should any of us get to forget this...?"

The three turned. Valentino was staring into the mirror, his back turned to them.

Tugging up his shorts, Conrad quirked an eyebrow at Tony. "When did he come back?" he mouthed.

Tony shrugged, shaking his head.

"This is still 'that night', right, Pixie? The night, the one night, that we all get a chance to fuck you in the ass?"

There was something hollow in Valentino's voice, not at all the warm, boisterous tenor any of them were used to.

Gritting her teeth, Pixie rose to her feet. She paused for a moment, then answered:

"Yeah. It's that night."

"Then lie down on your stomach on the weight bench."

Tony and Conrad stepped away from the blond.

"...Okay, Valentino. You want me to straddle it, or..."

"No, legs up. I want your whole body against it."

Pixie swallowed hard, her eyes drifting, unfocused, as she approached the bench, settling down onto it, stretching her arms above her head to grasp the head, athletic-shoed feet inches from the foot.

Valentino had one of the shower towels bundled under his arm as he walked over, approaching her head.

"Raise your head," He commanded.

She did. He put the towel underneath.

"You're going to want to bite it," He warned.

She nodded once, her face sinking into the terrycloth.

He put his hand on her neck, slowly sliding it down her spine, the dimples of her lower back, her flushed rump, her thighs, walking down the length of the bench.

"Jesus Christ," He whispered.

Conrad smirked, opening his mouth, but Tony jabbed him in the ribs and gave a look of warning.

Valentino's hands slid back up her thighs to her buttocks, which flexed as his fingers sank into the slap-mottled rounds. Pulling her open, he stared at her raw, afflicted asshole.

"Jesus Christ," He repeated.

Letting out a slow sigh, Pixie wiggled her hips.

"One night, Valentino," She murmured, lifting her face from the towel. "Make it count."

Then she dropped back onto the towel, lowered her arms, and, gripping her own buttocks, spread them.

Breathing raggedly, Valentino doffed his shorts, gripping his stiff length in one hand. Swinging one leg over the bench, he stood astride Pixie, his size compared to hers even more glaring a mismatch than in the boxing ring. He slapped his anatomy against her flushed buttocks, throbbing with the heat of contact, and slowly slid the shaft back and forth in her cleft, growing ever-more tense, even as something inside of him seemed to be sinking ever-further from the surface.

Something sympathetic, perhaps. Something human.

At last, some marker seemed to pass within Valentino, and he tilted his hips, planting the head of his cock against the raw, throbbing pucker.

He shoved down into her without finesse, wrenching her back way open, spearing through her with his weight.

"Hnnngghhh...!"

Pixie's shoulders trembled as the pained grunt shook her; her head shifted against the towel, taking a mouthful between her teeth. Grabbing her hands, Valentino forced her arms down stretched above her, closing her hands around the top of the weight bench. Leaning forward, Valentino ground against her ass, pushing his cock relentlessly up into her guts.

Her hands slapped against the weight bench. Valentino continued to hold her wrists down as he pulled back, and surged forward again. Her buttocks bunched as his hips rode her body; her hips and lower back seemed to hunch, as if trying to adapt to the hard straightness plunging through the curved passages of her bowels.

His tempo didn't hasten, and that, perhaps, made the act the crueler. He thrust hard, and deep, each push crushing her body against the bench and seeming to jab nerves and punch the prone woman's diaphragm, judging by the muffled moans that escaped the towel. But the unwillingness to sprint to orgasm made the ass-fuck carry on and on, and it was anyone's guess whether Valentino's intention was to prolong his experience, or her torture.

Her arms quivered, pushing back, and Valentino shoved them down, following up with a particularly vicious thrust. She quelled, and he rode her, carrying through, making her body hunch, making her ass bounce, moan after wet, hurting moan pouring into the towel.

Seizing her wrists in front of her, he crossed them, allowing him to pin them to the weight bench with one hand. His fingernails trailed down her back as he continued that remorseless, insistent pump, and she trembled beneath him. Rising from her hips, he slapped her ass, and her feet kicked up behind her as he bore back down into her body.

And again. Slap! thump. Again. Slap! Thump!

Shivering, cords in her neck standing out, Pixie raised her head from the towel.

"This is your only chance, Valentino," Pixie rasped. "Bruise me. Mark me. Hard as you can."

Her head descended back into the towel.

SLAP!

Her flank rippled, tensed, and was obscured by Valentino's surging torso. When he pulled up again, it was flushing scarlet, and he slapped it even harder.

Then his hand tightened into a fist.

When he punched her glute, Pixie sobbed, half-choking, into the towel. Her hips followed him up on the next withdrawal, only to be crushed down once more. He released her hands to pin down her lower back, insuring him access to her rump, and he continued to slug her tensing backside, earning sob after sob into the makeshift pillow. But her arms remained where he had put them, now, clutching the end of the bench, tensing with every blow, every thrust.

After the long, intense onslaught, the climax came suddenly. To the onlookers, there was little difference; another punch into her jiggling haunch, another deep, savage thrust into her backside, but this time, he held it, taking a sharp, deep breath, head tilting back, eyes widening. Her feet kicked up behind him, again, toes curling, and her body shook.

Valentino's head drooped forward, and Pixie's legs slowly dropped back to the bench. Valentino dashed a hand quickly across his cheek, and Tony wasn't sure, but suspected he had just wiped away a tear. He looked down at the ruddy, mottled stripe on Pixie's ass where he had struck her for several seconds, then, pressing down on her back, drew free of her, and lifted his leg around to stand to one side of the bench.

Then, wordlessly, he fled back to the locker room.

Pixie groaned into the towel, slowly flopping back onto her side.

"I'm just going to lie, here, for a few... hours, if there are no objections," she croaked.

Conrad smirked, raising one hand in a thumbs-up. "Aces. Good night, Tony. Pixie..." He twirled his hand as he made a mocking bow, and she chuffed sardonically. With that, he walked toward the exit at the front of the gym.

Tony leaned forward. "Seriously, Pixie. Are you gonna be all right?"

Her nose crinkled. "That sounds suspiciously apologetic, Tony-boy."

"Yeah, yeah, you're a bad-ass bitch. Put it away. Are you going to be okay?"

She closed her eyes, biting a lip, took a slow breath. One eye popped back open. "...Probably? I need a long shower, and possibly a bath. And maybe a couple of days in bed. But nothing is wrong with me that won't heal." Her mouth quirked. "Nothing that wasn't wrong before I came in here, tonight, anyway." She glanced back at the fist-shaped marks on her flank. "That is going to be one hell of a bruise."

Tony nodded. "Yeah, it sure is."

She looked evenly at him. "Valentino will probably be proud of that, eventually. But it might tear him up for a while, especially if he happens to see it. I need to take care of me. Can you look in on him?"

Tony nodded. "I can." He took a couple of steps, then glanced back to Pixie, who had flopped back down on the weight bench. "Can you walk?"

"Oh, look who's got such a high opinion of themselves..."

"Pixie..."

"Yes, daddy, I can walk." She stretched, then winced. "Slowly. You boys didn't break me. Hell of a good try, though."

"I'll be back in a few minutes to check."

"Fine..."

Then, without sarcasm:

"Thanks."

In the locker room, a shower was running, but Valentino wasn't in it. He was staring at his reflection in a mirror as it built up fog. Tony walked up behind him, trying to think what to say.

"I never had a chance," Valentino said softly.

"Hmm?"

"With Pixie. We were never going to be a... thing."

After a moment, Tony nodded.

"Yeah, Valentino. That's right. We knew that from early-on. We all did."

"Even if I hadn't... done that, tonight. I mean, she wasn't going to suddenly think differently of me, for not taking part."

"No. Probably not."

His shoulders rose, and fell.

"I hit her so fucking hard."

"Valentino... She just about gave you a monogrammed invitation."

"Yeah, but-"

"If she was going to say that sort of thing was off-limits, don't you think she would have said something to Conrad? Or me?"

"But it was me."

"Because she asked you to. Fuck, man, from one perspective, she was using you."

"I just... I can't square my head around a girl wanting..."

"Bro, if I could give you tidy little answers, couched like Zen koans, I'd be home writing self-help books, not working out here."

Taking Valentino's shoulder, Tony turned him away from the mirror to face him.

"You've known that you were never going to have a series of cutesy dates with Pixie, with a pop song playing over the montage, for a while, now. Never going to move in together. Never buy a pet, together, or whatever else followed. Know it harder, now. It's not going to happen. Tonight's not going to happen again, either. If you're determined to make yourself feel bad about it, channel that shit into helping Pixie be a decent boxer. At least no one worth a shit can give you grief for giving them what they say they want."

Valentino sighed, heavily, then nodded.

"Is she still out there?" He blurted.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure she is."

"I'm going to stay in here for a while."

Tony closed his eyes, and managed to restrain himself from shaking his head or sighing. "You do you."

"Tony?"

"Yeah."

"Did tonight really happen?"

"Yeah, it did."

"And you're okay with that."

"I am, yeah."

"...Guess I should try to be more like you."

"I'm not the kind of asshole who would suggest that would make for a better world. But wherever you're going, Valentino, you'll get there."

Glancing at the stall, he added,

"Now if you'll excuse me, someone should use all this hot water. I fucking reek."

[Shocker]

Talk about motivation. I wonder if Pixie thought once they had used her like a punching bag, the boxing would get any better? The story makes it very clear who does the penetration, but I think it’s Pixie who fucked the guys. Very well written story.

[yucklawyers]

Your last boxing story was great. Look forward to reading this one.

[Corvid]

@Shocker , thanks for the reading and feedback (and @yucklawyers , I hope it meets your expectations).

I liked writing this one; I hope it finds an audience. The basic idea came during the contest, but I never received a prompt I thought it would fit, and something about writing a story that was consensual but every bit as brutal as many of my other stories captivated my imagination. This was also one of those always-fascinating cases where the characters reveal things about themselves to the author during the course of writing, almost as if they genuinely had minds of their own.