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"Still think you can take me, frat boy?"

Oh fuck... fuck... gotta focus... fuck...

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"Sandman"

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Jan knocks out Aaron

When Jan steps in the ring with Aaron, it's abundantly clear to anyone watching what his intentions are. His expression, his posture, and his unflinching aggressive stare all send a very clear message: he's not here for the glory, he's just here to pound on a weaker man until he succumbs, then pound him some more for good measure.

Aaron tries to lighten the mood with some banter, but Jan's having none of it, and just motions for the man to put his gloves up. As soon as he does, Jan springs into action, and while Aaron initially gets in a few good hits Jan shrugs them off like they're nothing and slams him with punches that are easily three times as hard. Aaron puts his whole body into his next blow, and it connects clean on Jan's jaw, but it barely seems to do anything and Jan flashes a supremely cocky smile. He drops his guard and sticks his chin out, inviting Aaron to continue, which he does in spectacular fashion: an uninterrupted series of six powerful hooks, but to little avail as Jan weathers the blows with ease before tilting his head side to side, opening his mouth slightly to work his jaw a bit, and licking his lips all the while staring back at Aaron, making a show of just how unbothered he is by the beating.

Then, shaking out his arms, Jan swaggers up to Aaron with an arrogant expression, walking around him, looking him up and down, and sneering at what he sees. Aaron growls, going in for a body blow, but the growl quickly turns into a groan as Jan nails him with a hook that jolts his whole body as he arches his back and twists around.

Jan's other fist comes around, catching Aaron on the chin with an uppercut that slams his head back, and his body follows, arms trailing limply at his sides. As he hangs in the air, about to go down, Jan lunges forward to pound Aaron with another hook, whipping his head around one way before the next hook slams it back the other, and a third sends him crashing against the ropes before a fourth jolts him back upright preventing him from falling even though he's out on his feet. The ref tries to step in, only to be caught by Jan's next hook, and one is all it takes for him to be knocked out cold, tumbling into the neutral corner as Jan shrugs in a halfhearted apology before grabbing Aaron violently by the hair before he can go down.

"I'm not finished with you yet," Jan purrs, before pounding Aaron's unprotected jaw with his other glove once, twice, three times... over and over, harder and harder, as his muscular arms just swing at his sides, and his knees go weak as he's slowly reduced to a ragdoll being pummeled for pleasure, held up just by Jan's clenched fist in his hair. Aaron moans, mutters, and begs for mercy as he gradually loses his grip on consciousness, but this only earns him one more uppercut.

The blow slams Aaron's head back, sending spit flying as he finally lets go of the man's hair and he slumps to his knees and bends over backward, his legs folding under him like a pretzel. Standing over him, Jan spots a trail of cum running down the guy's leg and chuckles to himself as he works his gloves loose, teases his cup out of his trunks, and pours a trail of his own cum up across the defeated man's abs and chest, splashing the rest across his face. Aaron coughs at this, still conscious, and his eyelids flutter as Jan kneels and whispers in his ear.

"Swallow it." He commands. Aaron just groans, so Jan knees him in the groin with gusto, bringing him painfully back to being fully alert.

"Swallow." Jan repeats forcefully, and this time Aaron does.

Jan nods his approval as he swings his leg over Aaron, straddling him at the waist to keep him pinned as he slams him in the face with his bare fists, bouncing his head off the canvas like a basketball.

"You like that?" Jan jeers, but Aaron's out cold now and just lies there.

"Well I did." Jan hammers him one last time to drive the point home.

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