Before we begin, let me clear up a few things. First things first, C-boys. C-boy: Meaning 'Cunt Boy' is a term referring to a male individual who has a pussy. All their features are masculine, they cannot get pregnant, and they do not have a cock or testicles (in most interpretations at least. Some have shown C-boys as having a cock but no balls, but that's basically just the male version of a futa yeah?).

Secondly, this is based entirely on Punch-Out for the Wii, and only characters from that game (save for one special guest from Smash bros that will appear in the finale chapter ;) so be looking forward to that.) If you are unfamiliar with that game, or there are Punch-Out characters you were hoping to see that weren't in that game, I'm sorry, but you're pretty much out of luck.

Now, let's get on with out plotless smut.

Little Mac entered the boxing ring for the second time that day. This time, unlike the last, was not for a match. He had already fought his opponent for the day, a man small, frail little man who went by the name of Glass Joe. Why he had accepted the name, Mac couldn't tell for the life of him, but it was accurate to how well the man had fought.

He hadn't lasted for more than a round, an easy TKO. And it wasn't like Mac had been wailing on him either. Quite the opposite in fact, as he had noticed how weak Joe's body was, and had been purposefully holding back to keep from hurting him too much, but he still dropped like a bag of rocks with just one solid hit to the jaw. Still, he had made a decent recovery, and was already back on his feet.

As Mac looked across the ring, he saw Joe in the ring as well. He knew they weren't there to fight, but was still afraid of what was about to happen. There was no crowd, the many seats now empty and the arena quiet as Mac walked over to Joe, a grin on his face as he prepared to take his prize for winning his first official boxing match against Joe.

It had been common practice for quite some time to have the losing boxer become the winning boxer's sex toy for a night as a reward. It had started as just the loser being required to get the winner to cum however they chose to do so, but these days, they just left the two alone and whatever happened, happened, which led to quite a few instances of boxers, like Joe with his many losses, being raped brutally in the ring.

But Mac didn't intent to be cruel towards Joe, as he had no malice towards him, and wouldn't be able to rape him very effectively regardless. He ordered Joe to undress, and he nodded gravely, removing everything but his boxing gloves and, because it was what he knew and expected from these situations, turned around and bent over the ropes.

Mac tried not to chuckle at this. He sat down in the corner of the ring, and ordered Joe to get down on his knees. Understanding what Mac wanted of him, he got down on his knees between Mac's legs. At his order, he removed Mac's shorts. He was confused when he saw no tent in them or indeed in Mac's boxers, but it wasn't the first time he'd seen it he supposed. Most people didn't find him very attractive, not actually getting very hard until Joe was working them over with his mouth.

Joe removed Mac's boxers, and gaped when he realized that he was not staring at a flaccid member of any length, but at a shaved pussy. Mac didn't seem at all nervous to be exposed, and pretended not to notice Joe's surprise at the realization that he was a cunt boy. He ordered him to quit staring and get to licking, and Joe nodded, leaning forward and licking Mac's slit gently.

Mac held Joe's head in place, moaning softly as he felt the French boxer's tongue push into his pussy and begin to swirl around inside him, quickly finding different weak spots and getting Mac wetter every second as he ate him out. Mac was surprised he was this good, more specifically, he was surprised that Joe didn't have a girlfriend if he was this good with his tongue. Probably always training, same reason Mac was single.

Mac instructed Joe to eat him out deeper, Joe pushing his tongue further into Mac's tight cunt as he obeyed, scraping his tongue along Mac's walls, getting his closer as he brushed his teeth against Mac's clit, sending small jolts of pleasure through Mac. He grunted, moaning loudly as he came from Joe's tongue, drenching his face with his juices.

Mac got up, ordering Joe to sit in the chair now. Joe had been ordered to do so as well, but usually it was just for a different position for the other boxer to fuck him in, where as now, Mac straddled him, grinding his wet pussy against Joe's cock until it was fully erect. Joe was only about five and a half inches long, not terribly big, but that was actually what appealed to Mac, who hadn't actually ever taken a real cock before, only toys until now.

He lowered himself down onto Joe's cock, moaning along with him as he pushed his length into him. Joe reflexively thrust up into him, getting two inches in at once. Mac lowered himself a little more, then lifted himself back up, then lowered again, beginning to ride Joe. After a few moments of riding him, Mac had taken Joe's cock to the base inside his pussy, and was bucking his hips against him.

Mac groaned, holding Joe's shoulders and Joe held Mac's hips, both moving their hips hard against the other, ending when the two of them came one after the other, Mac groaning in pleasure as he hit his climax, his pussy squeezing around Joe's cock, which made him cum into Mac's tight pussy. The two boxers sat there for several moments, both just trying to catch their breath before they both got up, got dressed, and stumbled out of the ring.

And so we begin...