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Paolo couldn't remember the last time he was so excited. It was a strange mixture of control and chaos that pervaded his mind as well as the adrenaline coursing wildly through his veins. He felt like time had slowed down some as he dodged a heavy blow by the fox standing opposite him.

He was a much better boxer. His blows knew exactly where to connect to shake the inexperienced jaguar. They were sudden and forceful; Paolo was just lucky that despite knowing where to go, they had a chaotic bent. The fox aimed his strikes only long enough that they would hit if his opponent couldn't move. But they were so many and so fast that it was impossible to duck away from them all.

The feline weaved as best he could, keeping his guard up to turn as many as he could into deflected and glancing blows but he was getting tired. He had never been in a fight before much less full contact sparring like this and, for all the adrenaline and excitement and blood flow, he just couldn't keep up. Sixty seconds is a long time to be barraged by a strong fighter and after two rounds of it, Paolo could feel the time creeping up on him. But in the tide of fists he finally saw an opening and took his shot at his opponent's chest, landing a firm hit and managing to push the two away from each other. Enough space to breath and get his footing.

Reprieve is short-lived in a boxing match, especially against such a relentless fighter. The fox came back swinging in a blink, gloved paws reaching out for the cat's face. Paolo ducked as fast as he could and returned the attack. His enemy saw the weak spot, pushing the punch away and twisting the amateur off balance. Too easy to land a quick volley of gut blows then hop back to keep out of range of the jaguar's reprisal.

Heavy pants fell out of the sore cat but the heat of the fight kept him on his feet. He always assumed it was a metaphor when he heard about blood boiling but he could feel his heart pumping liquid fire through his body keeping him charged and ready for more inevitable punishment. He lifted his fists to block another hit and countered with his own. It didn't connect but it interrupted the barrage enough for him to gain some momentum. He hooked and jabbed as fast as he could with his heavy limbs but the nimble fighter weaved and dodged around them.

He did get a good hit to the fox's chest in there but it was too little, too late. He over extended and in the ensuing teetering he felt a fist land on his cheek. It spun him around to see a dizzying panorama of the gym and the other fighters and enthusiasts watching their bout but even so it didn't send him to the ground. If nothing else he was not going to the ground. Paolo tried to restore his guard but the second hit came too quick. It hit him in the shoulder and sent him stumbling backwards.

The jaguar's arms hooked under the ropes as he collided with the padded but very stationary corner and desperately tried to breath while fighting the force of gravity since his legs felt like jelly. He could see the fox charging at him but a wall of black and white materialized between them with a whistle blow. He watched as the muscular wolf turned and raised the fox's gloved paw in victory and the crowd cheered.

Breathing was still difficult and the feeling of his body was really starting to sink into the feline's mind now that the fight was over, but he was glad for the fox and more importantly proud of himself for taking two rounds with him and still being on his feet. Well, mostly on them, anyway. He glanced down to check himself; bruises were difficult to see under his fur, especially under his spots but he wanted to see.

Much to his surprise, Paolo found himself drawn to the erection jutting out of his crotch. He obviously knew how big his cock was but it looked especially huge as it made a wet stain on his boxing shorts. His body ached but his cock ached for an entirely different reason. He couldn't understand it but he watched it throb and leak, spreading his musk further into the fabric. He tried to be embarrassed but he was too tired to be anything but amazed.

So amazed was the feline, he didn't notice the fox moving up to him again. The jaguar didn't look as his opponent discarded his gloves in the middle of the ring or as the crowd whooped and cheered him on when he pulled his shorts off and kicked them aside, revealing his own fight-induced boner. He just stared at his pulsing crotch and tried to catch his breath.

That dazed state made it all to easy for the fox to grasp Paolo's legs and lift his foe up so his weight was suspended over the top rope, hanging him in place and taking advantage of his exhaustion as the naked vulpine grinned down at him wickedly.

His paws seemed to relish the feel of the smooth material as they grabbed the cat's shorts, bundling them up in his fingers before yanking them unceremoniously around his knees. He just left them there, letting them control Paolo's legs as he limply submitted to the superiour fighter. The fox reached under him, probing between his taut cheeks for the tight hole hidden between them and chuckled proudly once he found it. A single finger pressed against the sweat-slicked skin, smearing the moisture in a teasing circle.

All the spotted fighter could do was moan as he felt the smooth, padded flesh press into his under-used ring. He'd never been so thoroughly defeated before. He couldn't even bring himself to resist. The fox had earned it and if he had to be fucked in public Paolo was determined to enjoy it.

He summoned the last of his strength to coil his arms in the rope holding him up and arch his back enough to give his opponent more access to his loosening hole. The fox growled agreeably in response, tugging his finger away. He gave it nothing more than a curt spit before he swung it back down and pressed it hard into Paolo's body.

It dug in deep, twisting just a little to make the cat moan again, then started to grind back and forth to spread the makeshift lube inside him. It was just warm enough that the jaguar could feel it reaching in, coating him for the drooling shaft he was about to take. Each twist and shove made his own dick jump and squirt coating his belly in slimy warmth, sinking into his fur while that finger sank in to the last knuckle.

The crowd was overjoyed to see him so fully surrendered to the champion's attentions but Paolo simply couldn't bring himself to care. Like the fight itself had been, this match was just between them. He was here to learn and he was. He hissed as the fox pulled his finger back and added another, slowly stretching him out with the paired lengths. Paolo struggled to force his ring to relax. The reflex was weak, drained from the fight, but it made him ache when the fingers spread apart to prepare him for the cock eager to slide in. He groaned deeply as they pushed on his button inside, holding as tightly as he could with his sapped strength and focused on the muscled figure holding his legs with its shoulders, the writhing flesh pinning him to the turnbuckle.

Finally, the fox seemed content with Paolo's ring, lining up his pulsing rod against his fingers then sliding the former in as he retracted the latter. The fingers apparently only did have the job as the jaguar felt like he might burst from the fat shaft forcing its way into him. Another blow just as forceful and measured as any during the match. Its heat was spreading fast through his body as the victor covered him, dominating the space in their corner just like he had most of the fight. Inch after inch spread the feline to a course of weakened moans and drawn out groans until the other fight pulled back and started to battering his hips wildly.

It was the same wild but accurate passion he'd brought to the fight moments before. Each one glancing against Paolo's button then charging in deeper than before. Jab after jab until the cat could feel heavy, testosterone-churning balls swinging against his exposed cheeks. He could barely hold himself up in the salvo, his own cock slapping each of their bellies in the rough tumult of bodies. He slumped against the pillar, letting out a chorus of sounds he had no control over but as he endured the beating the burning sting turned into the acute electricity of pleasure. The feeling was like getting a battery charge, a second wind that let him restore his grip on the ropes and pull himself up. The new angle forced the broad shaft to dig deeper into his spot, spreading the electric pulses stronger and faster through his body, amping up the pleasure, allowing him to take back some control over his body.

The crowd cheered excitedly as they saw the shift in the pair, the new angle of the overly impassioned fox and new self assured writhing of the jaguar cornered by him. Then Paolo realized that the fox was still in the mode to compete, working his hips to retake that position of complete control. He stepped up on the ropes, hoping to force the feline back into a position where he would take the lion's share of pleasure from his defeated opponent and Paolo would be at his mercy to finish. Just knowing it gave the cat the edge to get his own.

The pair twisted and struggled against each other, Paolo pushing one way and his opponent pulling another. Each of the them focused on the other's body, working themselves into a lather of sweat and heat until, in a last stand of summoned stamina and strength, the cat pulled one of his arms free of the ropes. He held it around the fox's shoulders, holding them close enough together that the vulpine's thrusts, pushed the jaguar's own cock, steely and ready to climax, between the weave of their abs. With the cat's, momentum achieved they couldn't hold back, giving into the other's demands they each gave into the moment, attacking with brutal lust in both directions they finally exploded with pleasure.

Cum filling Paolo's spent and quivering body while he coated them both in the same. Heat rolled off their bodies as they nearly collapsed against the turnbuckle. Cum dripped down to the canvas in what might have been distinctive splats were it not for the excited cheering of the crowd. But once it was clear the fox was finished the wall of black and white stripes reappeared to pull them apart. He raised the fox's arm again to remind everyone of the victorious combatant, then panting and spent, the fox reached over to his opponent and lifted lifted his arm as well.

Paolo might have swelled with pride if he could do anything more than stand. Cum leaked copiously from his ass, dripping with the evidence of his defeat but he made his mark as well. And for now that was enough.