Owning a Dominant Bitch (By: Rebelman)

Chapter 3

I happened to be driving through a part of town I rarely went and noticed a boxing gym. It was only open nights so I came back later that evening and went inside to check it out. There were a few people in the gym working out with heavy bags and the weights in the corner. The gym was old and had a musty smell but I liked the atmosphere immediately. Along the wall were dusty framed pictures of a heavy weight fighter delivering knockout punches to his opponents.

“Them was good days,” a deep voice boomed from behind me. I turned to see a large black man in sweats. He was older now, but it was obviously the man in the pictures.

“Smitty,” he said and as he thrust a giant hand in my direction.

“Jim,” I replied as his monster hand completely enclosed mine, “I would like to try boxing.”

Smitty smiled and nodded. We talked for a while and I took and instant liking to him. He had been a pro for years and his undefeated record came with all but one as knockouts. An injured knee ended his career prematurely, sidelining him from a title shot and the really big money. He barely made it ends meet as a boxing coach and he was hoping I would join his gym.

We made plans to meet the next day and I was excited about the prospect. After nightly sessions for a week I was hooked and, with Smitty as a trainer, I was having a blast.

“You got some potential,” he told me, “an’ tons of power. We just need to work on yo’ technique.”

The cost of the gym wasn’t too bad, considering all the time Smitty spent with me, but I needed a source of income. I had taken the aptitude tests at school and scored extremely high in the mechanical portion. I did well enough that the military was driving my mom crazy with calls from recruiters, hoping to entice me to sign when I graduated.

I stopped by a mechanic shop and talked to the owner for a while. My dad had gotten work done there before so he hired me on the spot as a helper. The job would take up some of my time but I would have enough money to pay Smitty and, hopefully, save up for a new car.

My time at the gym was going well and I could feel the changes from all the working out I was doing. I knew my arms and chest were getting bigger because my shirts were becoming too tight. Smitty was teaching me to be quicker and my endurance increased as well.

Diane came to watch me practice one time and after that Smitty was constantly telling me stories of how the white girls threw themselves at him after his fights. He told me crazy stories of two girls at once and how they would do anything for him He never said anything specific, but it was obvious he was quite taken with Diane and how cute she was.

“You can bring your girlfriend by anytime,” he told me.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” I replied. I tried to explain our relationship but I didn’t think I was getting through to him. After a while he stopped me.

“You all are fuck buddies,” he said cutting to the point. “You take her out and fuck the hell out of her, and she likes it, but you don’t relate any other way.”

This was a better description of my relationship with Diane than I had been able to come up with. Smitty had defined it for me perfectly and I actually felt better about it once he explained it wasn’t uncommon.

The changes in my life were affecting the amount of time I had with Diane as well. We still played our after school game in the bathroom occasionally but I took it down a notch to avoid being caught. Her parents were very strict and, if we were found out, it would be the end of a good thing.

It was obvious Diane wanted more but I didn’t have the time to put anything together. I teased her with what we had done and how she had been naked in the hall that day. That got her going and she usually wanted to use the same restroom that we had before.