April stands in the center of the illuminated ring, her blue boxing gloves glinting under the bright lights. Her tight high cut blue sports leotard hugs her curves like a second skin and shows off her long legs. The 20-year-old blonde coed is in great shape and come to the gym every day to work out. Suddenly, the door to the men’s locker room creaks open, and she hears Oliver enter the gym. The rest of the gym is cloaked in darkness, but she can hear his bare feet on the concrete floor as he closes the distance. She does not catch sight of him until he is almost at the edge of the ring. As he enters the light, she can see his lean, muscular frame. Climbing into the ring, he slams his red boxing gloves against each other in a show of force. He is naked because he lost their previous fight.

Earlier in the week, April had embarrassed him in a way that he would never forget. While matched up with her in a clinching drill, he had grabbed her ass. Enraged, April had swiftly turned the tables on him in front of the entire gym. The sound of his groan still echoed in his ears as she dropped him with a well-placed knee to the groin. After recovering, he challenged her so that he could settle the score. It was time for payback. “Ready to be humiliated, bitch?”

April scowls, her blue eyes narrowing. "You’re the one that should be concerned. I’m going to teach you a lesson tonight."

Oliver smirks, his gaze raking over April's fit body. "Lesson?” Oliver chuckles, his eyes lingering on April's curves. "I think it's you who needs the lesson. Nobody likes a tease. I'm going to enjoy knocking the arrogance out of you, kicking you off of your pedestal. And then, I’m going to fuck it out of you in the middle of the ring." April's face flushes with anger, her muscles clenching. "I told you I wasn’t interested and you chose to get handsy. You deserved what you got and what’s going to happen next."

“You deserve this!” Oliver launches himself at April, a roundhouse kick aimed at her head. Sliding to the right just in time, the kick whistles past her ear. Stepping up, she counters with a swift jab to his face and a hard hook to the body.

Oliver grunts as her blows connect, but he does not falter. He responds with a flurry of punches of his own, his gloves a blur of red. April blocks several, but a few slip through. Several shots impact her ribs and one her face, snapping her head back. “Fuck,” she mutters. He has definitely got some power. She dances back, out of range.

"Not bad for an young girl," he concedes grudgingly. "But, you’re still going to lose." April's lips curl into a snarl. "Young girl? You’re the one that just said you wanted to get into my pants, motherfucker!” Moving forward gracefully, she slams a powerful roundhouse kick into his thigh, staggering him. Her follow up hook is absorbed by his guard, but her uppercut to the body hits home with a satisfying thud.

April presses her advantage, battering away with her kicks. A roundhouse kick catches Oliver in the ribs, eliciting a grunt of pain. A snap kick connects with his other thigh, making his leg buckle. April follows up with a spinning back kick, her heel slamming into Oliver's abs and sending him stumbling backwards. "Looks like the young girl's got some tricks," she sneers, panting with exertion. "Maybe you should stick to fucking schoolgirls, you prick. You're out of your league here." Oliver's face is flushed with anger and humiliation, his eyes blazing. "Fuck you," he growls. "I'm just getting warmed up." Composing himself, he quickly moves to meet April, hands blazing. April bobs and weaves, sidestepping his attacks, and uses another roundhouse kick to punish his abs further.

But Oliver is no pushover. Absorbing the blow, he takes advantage of her exposed position and delivers a powerful straight right to April's face, smashing it to the side. She staggers back, her vision swimming. Stepping forward, Oliver hammers her midsection with a trio of body blows, the smack of his gloves echoing in the empty gym. An uppercut pancakes her breast. As she tries to cover up and protect herself, Oliver secures her in a clinch. He knees her in the stomach repeatedly, driving the air from her lungs and leaving her winded. April gasps, her gloved hands pushing on Oliver's arms, trying to break his grip. But Oliver is relentless. With a grunt, he sweeps April's legs out from under her and tosses her to the mat. She lands hard, breathless. Oliver looms over her, breathing heavy. “Get up you stupid hen. I'm not done with you yet." he pants.

April lies on the mat, her blonde hair splayed out around her head. She spits, her saliva tinged red with blood. Oliver's punch had split her lip. She glares up at him, her brown eyes a fire. "Fuck you," she rasps, as she struggles to her feet. She wipes her mouth with the back of her glove and beckons Oliver forward. "Come on. Show me what you've got." Oliver smirks, his eyes roving over April's body. "With pleasure."

He moves in fast, to make sure that April has no time to recover, throwing a jab at April's face. She blocks it, but Oliver follows up with a hook to her ribs and a series of uppercuts. April grimaces in pain from the blows. Oliver senses that he has the advantage and attacks. A strong roundhouse kick to the thigh is followed by a right, a left, an uppercut…April’s body is punished by his assault. Shuffling back, she tries to open the distance, but Oliver follows.

As he steps forward, she spears him with a powerful kick, her foot dealing a blow to his hanging balls, stopping him in his tracks. Sliding off to the side, she launches a roundhouse kick that catches Oliver in the face. Stunned, he is helpless as April moves up and further punishes his abs with several powerful hooks, doubling him over in pain. Her uppercut comes out of nowhere, snapping his head back and sending him crashing to the mat.

Oliver lies on the mat, dazed and hurting. April stands over him, her chest heaving, in pain herself. "Not bad for an young girl, huh?" she pants, a cruel smile on her bloodied lips. "You're not so tough, prick.” Oliver groans, as he rolls over and grabs the ropes. She had hurt him in that last exchange. Using the ropes, he slowly gets to his knees. “This isn’t over.” After a few moments, he gets back to his feet and motions for April to continue. “Let’s go. We have unfinished business.”

April and Oliver meet in the center of the ring, both bloodied and battered. They are noticeably fatigued by now, slower. April’s sports leotard is soaked with sweat. But, the battle continues. Oliver feigns a low roundhouse kick to April’s leg. Stepping forward, he slips a jab past her guard and tags her in the cheek. He rattles her teeth with a glancing uppercut. April retaliates with two successive brutal roundhouse kicks to Oliver's already sore thigh. Oliver grimaces in pain, taking a step back with a decided limp.

April notices Oliver’s limp. She moves in, but hovers just outside his reach and begins to pepper him with kicks. Oliver is unable to get in close to counter as she darts in and out of range, his limited mobility hampering his ability to respond. Her feet flash in the light, repeatedly striking him in the head. A side kick drives the sole of her foot into his face, knocking his head to the side. A roundhouse kick sends her instep into the other side of his face, sending his head back in the opposite direction. A hook kick powers her foot into the back of his head, scrambling his brains, and knocking him to the mat. “Stay down.” she orders.

But, Oliver is too stubborn. With great difficulty, he regains his footing. With his guard up, he limps forward towards April. “You're an idiot, Oliver.” Hopping forward to meet him, April raises her foot high over her head and brings an axe kick screaming down upon his guard, breaking it and leaving Oliver defenseless. Her follow up jumping front kick sends the sole of her foot crashing flush into his face, knocking him unconscious.

April stands over Oliver's unconscious form, panting heavily. She is pleased with herself. She put him down. Yet, she is not satisfied. She took a beating. She wanted to teach him a lesson that he would never forget. But, the fight was too close. Catching sight of the his erection, she smiles wickedly. She decides what she is going to do. Taking off her gloves, she tosses them off to the side and kneels down next to Oliver. He is still out cold, laying on his back on the floor of the ring. Standing up, she stands between his legs and begins to stroke his cock ever so slowly, with her foot.

Up and down she moves her foot, slowly stimulating his cock. Gradually, it grows harder and harder. Oliver starts to respond to her ministrations, groaning and shifting. Soon, his eyes flutter open as he feels April's foot stroking his erection. As his eyes struggle to focus, he groans louder. He tries to sit up, but his body refuses to cooperate. April shifts her position and plants her foot upon his chest, pressing him to the floor, pinning him in place. "What the fuck...." he slurs, his eyes glazed in a mixture of pain and arousal. April smiles cruelly. "Shhh…just relax," she purrs. "It's time for your lesson."

Shifting her position again, she resumes her slow, teasing motions. She increases the pressure she applies, grinding her foot upon Oliver's cock. Oliver gasps, his hips bucking involuntarily. April laughs, a cold, mocking sound. "Oh…Look at you! So hard for the feet of the young girl that just kicked your ass!"

April keeps Oliver on edge with her slow stimulation. She can feel the heat from his cock against her bare sole. Up and down, she continues to slide her sole over his cock. As it continues to stiffen, its hue becomes darker and begins to leak pre-cum. Oliver’s groans become more frequent. “You like my feet, don’t you?” Oliver nods in reply. “Good. Show me how much you like them. Stroke your cock for me." Oliver is taken aback by her words. Removing her foot from his groin, April moves to stand astride Oliver's head. "Stroke it." she commands.

Oliver hesitates for a moment, his pride warring with his arousal. April raises her foot and holds it just over his face, a clear threat. With a muttered curse, Oliver wraps his hand around his throbbing cock and begins to stroke it, slowly. April watches with a smug smile, her foot tapping against Oliver's cheek. "Faster," she orders, pressing her foot harder against his face. Oliver complies, his hand moving faster along his shaft. April's foot slides over to his mouth, pressing against his lips. "Open." Oliver obeys, allowing April's foot inside. She wiggles her toes, feeling his hot breath against her sole as he continues to stroke his cock. "That's it. Worship the feet that just domiOliverd you in the ring. Suck my toes."

April's toes curl in Oliver's mouth as he sucks them eagerly, his tongue swirling around each digit. The sensation of his hot, wet mouth on her feet sends shivers down her spine. "Look at you, so eager to please," she taunts, her voice dripping with disdain. Oliver's strokes falter, his face flushing with humiliation. But April's words only seem to spur him on, his hand moving faster along his length. April watches with a cruel smile, enjoying the power she holds over him. "That's right, jerk off for me while you suck my toes. Show me how much you love my feet."

April pulls her toes from Oliver’s mouth with a wet pop. “I want you to worship all of my victorious toes.” Shifting her stance, she switches, sliding her other foot into Oliver's mouth. "Suck," she commands, her tone leaving no room for argument. He obediently sucks and licks, his tongue tracing the contours of her sole. April's foot smells of sweat and victory, a heady aroma that fills Oliver's nostrils. His hand moves faster along his cock, his breathing growing ragged, as his orgasm continues to build. April can see the desperation in his eyes, the need for release. "Go on then, stroke faster" she says, her voice dripping with disdain.

April enjoys watching Oliver masturbate to her feet, his hand flying along his shaft, his pre-cum making his strokes slick and fast. She can see the desperation in his eyes, the need to cum growing stronger with each passing second. "You're so close, aren't you?" she purrs, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Tell me when you're about to cum. I want to see the look on your face when you finally lose control." Oliver nods, his mouth full of April's toes. He tries to speak, but all that comes out is a muffled moan. April smiles, enjoying the power she holds over him. She switches feet again, pressing her damp, sweaty sole against Oliver's lips. "Keep going," she orders, her voice firm. As Oliver takes April’s toes into his mouth again, his strokes speed up, his breathing becomes more erratic. He is close, so close.

Oliver's hand begins to move ever faster. "Mmmm...I'm so close!" he mumbles, his muffled cries vibrating against her skin. She enjoys feeling his hot breath against her foot, his desperate attempts to breathe. "That's it. Keep going. Finish." she taunts, her voice low and husky. "I want you to cum with my toes in your mouth to mark my dominant victory." Oliver's hand moves frantically along his shaft, his body tensing as he fights for release. April watches, her own arousal growing with each passing second. She can see the desperation in Oliver's eyes, the need to cum overwhelming his need for air. "Come on, loser." she purrs, pressing her foot deeper into his mouth. "Cum for me."

Oliver's body convulses and shudders, his hand moving at a frantic pace as he finally reaches his peak. April pushes her foot further into his mouth, restricting his breathing even more. Oliver's eyes roll back, his face darkening as he struggles for air. But the lack of oxygen only intensifies his orgasm, making it more powerful than anything he has ever experienced before. "That's it, cum for me." April commands, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Cum all over yourself." Oliver's cock erupts, shooting thick ropes of hot, white cum into the air. The first few shots land on his hand, groin, and stomach, coating his skin in sticky, pearlescent fluid. But as his orgasm reaches its peak and he loses control, he sends his semen flying in all directions. Ropes of cum splatter against the mat, leaving a mess of glistening trails.

April watches with a smug smile as Oliver's orgasm seems to go on forever, his body shaking and convulsing. His hand continues to pump his shaft, milking every last drop of cum from his balls. The air is filled with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady aroma that makes April's head spin and her wetness grow. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Oliver's orgasm begins to subside. His hand slows, his breathing labored and desperate as he gasps for air with April's foot deep in his mouth. "You should see the mess you made, all for my deadly feet." she taunts, her voice low and husky.

April leans back, raising her arms in a triumphant victory pose, her muscles flexing beneath her sweat-soaked skin, her foot in his mouth. His struggles grow weaker, his movements becoming more desperate and frantic. April's eyes bore into his, savoring the look of utter defeat and helplessness in his gaze “Look at you," she pants, her voice strained with exertion and arousal. "DomiOliverd in the ring by a young girl and being forced to worship her feet. You'll never live this down, Oliver." Oliver's eyes bulge, his hands reach up for April's ankle, as his face turns a deep shade of read. But, his movements are weak and uncoordiOliverd. April can feel his body convulsing beneath her, his lungs burning for air that refuses to come. She shoves her foot in deeper, determined to extract every last second of suffering from her defeated opponent.

Eventually, April pulls her wet foot from his mouth, allowing him to breathe normally. Standing astride Olivers’ head, she leans forward, a sadistic grin spreading across her face. "That's it, Oliver," she purrs, her voice low and husky. "Breathe now.” Gradually, the color returns to his face. Oliver looks up at April, his spirit shattered, humiliation etched onto his face. “You need to recognize when you're in over your head.” she states matter-of-factly. “I’m finished with you.” Raising her foot, she viciously stomps his head into the floor. Oliver is knocked out again. His body goes limp, his hands falling to his sides. April keeps her foot planted for a few more seconds, savoring her dominance, before finally lifting it off his face.

Turning, April picks up her gloves, and heads to the locker room, leaving Oliver splayed out on the floor of the ring. April turns and walks away, leaving naked Oliver unconscious and covered in his own cum, a fitting end to his humiliating defeat.