Fit For Purpose
All These Roadworks
Fit For Purpose
Stories of Sports and Exercise Erotica
© 2019, 2021, 2023, 2024 All These Roadworks
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All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters involved in sexual situations are intended to be aged 18 years or over, and any implication to the contrary is an unintentional miscommunication.
The events and themes presented in this story are for the purpose of erotic fantasy. They are not intended to depict actual events that have happened, or should happen. The author believes firmly that real sexual relationships should only occur between consenting adults, and be built on the principles of respect, communication, honesty, and risk-aware enthusiastic consent.
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Table of Contents
Foreword
Domination League
All-Slut Basketball League
Ball Machine
Beach Crawl
The BITCH Program
Competition Brings Us Together
Competitive Swimmer
Danica’s Workout Clothes
The D-Cup
Domestic Bitch Control Services
The 7 Percent
Joining the Basketball Team
McCormack Park
The Most Important Thing to Carrie
Olympic Sprinter
Olympic Swim Team, Part 1
Olympic Swim Team, Part 2
Over Par
Personal Trainer
Playing To Lose
The Right Way To Exercise
Showering at the Gym
Sirens of the Pool
Slut Handicap
Sports Funding
Team Spirit
Tongue Wrestling
Warrior Princess
Women’s Fitness
Bonus: Additional Art
Bonus: Magazine Covers
Foreword
It’s a fantasy, not an instruction manual.
The stories collected in this volume are kinky fantasies. It’s normal to fetishise the forbidden. It can be a healthy way of processing trauma or frustration from our daily lives. It can be fun, satisfying, and exciting. Don’t feel ashamed to enjoy them.
But it’s the responsibility of everyone – and particularly people with these fantasies – to work to create a world where everyone – and, specifically, women – are safe, respected, and able to indulge their sexuality without shame or fear, whether that means consensually engaging in wonderful fucked-up kink, or living their entire life without ever encountering it.
Satisfying, sustainable kink can only be built on a foundation of firm respect for boundaries, respectful communication, and positive, explicit, enthusiastic consent. That’s a world where everyone kinky will find it easier to find partners and hook up for the interactions they enjoy, and where those who aren’t interested won’t be bothered – and that includes people who might be interested, but not now, or not under these conditions, or not with you.
Don’t let your kinks be your politics.
If you don’t already have anyone to share your kinks with in real-life, get involved in your local kink scene. Join an online community. Be polite, ask what the local rules are, listen to people who know what they’re doing before you go charging in yourself, introduce yourself and be prepared to make friends before you make partners. Confidence is sexy; not being able to hear a “no” is not.
I’m not your manifesto, and I’m not anyone’s plan for a functional society. Read, enjoy - and then go out and be fantastic, safe, respectful kinksters.
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Domination League
Jennifer, with her sexy long red hair and thin, athletic body, became the subject of Elroy’s lust the first time he laid eyes on her. She cockteased him all that night at the bar, and took him back to her hotel room - but then she refused to let him touch her, and laughed at him.
He didn’t take no for an answer. He slapped her across the face, and stripped her naked, and punched her in the tits. Then he forced her to the bed, and raped her.
Afterwards, he expected there would be tears and recriminations. But instead, she laughed delightedly, his cum still trickling from her freshly raped pussy, the bruises fresh on her breasts - and she thanked him.
“So I wasn’t so much flirting with you as *scouting* you,” she confessed.
“What do you mean?” he asked her.
“I serve a very special and private elite sports organisation,” said Jennifer. “Called the Domination League. I think you could be a contender. Want to come to a training session?”
Intrigued, he told her that he did.
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The Domination League, it turned out, was the private playground of the ultra-rich. The sponsors were mostly men - although some were women - and its arenas were tucked away in the basements and rooftop gardens and private gymnasiums of mansions and estates across the nation.
The rules were simple. Each bout consisted of a fighter - usually a man, but sometimes a woman - and a “target” - always a woman. The fighter aimed to bring the match to an end as swiftly as possible, and the target aimed to prolong the match.
A bout could end in one of four ways. If the target said “I yield”, the match was over. If the target lost consciousness or the umpire declared that continuing the match was too dangerous, the match was over. If the target orgasmed, the match was over. And if the fighter achieved orgasm using the target’s body, the match was over.
Targets were chosen by how pretty their face was, how large their tits were, and how attractive they looked while crying. They were paid - they received a handsome sum for each minute they remained in the ring without the match ending, with each minute paying better than the one before it, giving them a handsome financial incentive to last as long as possible. But even so, few women were *eager* to be targets in the League.
Some targets were women desperate to make money. Some owed substantial debts to the League sponsors. Some were “encouraged” to take part by husbands or boyfriends. And rumour said that some were blackmailed into participation or outright forced.
Elroy didn’t care how willing the women were. In fact, the less they wanted to be there, the more he enjoyed taking part.
In his first training session, he found himself in the ring with a cute 19-year-old blonde with big natural tits. She was nude, humiliated, and clearly scared, trying to cover her boobs with one hand and her cunt with the other, and not really succeeding at either.
Elroy was naked too. The targets didn’t fight back, and it would save him time to not have to get his cock out of his underwear. Right now Jennifer was stroking his cock with one hand as she explained the rules of engagement to him for what must have been the third time.
“While she’s standing, you can slap her across the face with an open hand, or you can do anything you like to her tits, pussy or ass. She’s allowed to protect herself, but not fight back. You can’t strike her anywhere except the boobs, cunt, or ass - or the face, for slaps only - but you can grapple her to pull her arms away, drag her around the ring, or give you a clear shot. The only legal targets for a grapple are her arms, legs and hair. The neck is off limits. No choke holds.”
“Right,” said Elroy, enjoying the handjob as he stared at the poor girl cowering across the ring from him. “And what happens if she loses her footing?”
“Once she’s not standing, she’s legal to rape,” said Jennifer. “That’s the only time that you can begin using her as a sex object. You can force your way into any of her orifices, or hump against any part of her. Remember, you must use her body to cum in order to end the match. Masturbating over her doesn’t count. If she manages to get back onto two feet, you have to stop, no matter how close you are, and return to beating her until she yields or returns to the ground.”
“And who do I have the pleasure of training with?” asked Elroy.
“This is Mandy,” said Jennifer. “It’s her first time in the ring. I warned her to masturbate before the bout - the endorphins reduce the pain, and arousal make the rape less traumatic - but the silly bitch has chosen to fight dry-cunted.” Jennifer shrugged. “Her loss.”
She stepped back, and rang a small bell. It was the signal to begin.
Mandy did not make much money that night. She kept protecting her tits as Elroy approached her, so Elroy slapped her across the face, once, and then twice. As soon as Mandy raised her hands to protect her face, he punched her hard in the tits, three times, quickly, and then brought his knee up hard into her cunt.
Mandy dropped to her knees, crying, and as soon as she opened her mouth for her first wailing sob, Elroy stuffed his cock into it, giving her another light slap to warn her not to bite. He gripped her hair with both hands to keep her from rising, and control her head, and then vigorously facefucked her to orgasm.
At the moment he fired his cum down Mandy’s throat, the clock showed that the bout had taken only two minutes and three seconds, and most of that had been Elroy raping Mandy’s face. It could have been even shorter, he thought, if Jennifer had stroked his cock a little longer before he started.
“We’ve got three other girls lined up for you to train on,” said Jennifer, kneeling to lick Elroy’s cock clean as he pulled out of Mandy’s mouth. “But I think we should get you into a real bout as soon as possible.”
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Elroy’s first real fight came four days later, on the lush landscaped estate of a tech billionaire.
The billionaire was Elroy’s sponsor. Jennifer had told Elroy that, as a new fighter - and given the nature of his target - the smart bet was that Elroy would take nearly 15 minutes to achieve a victory. The sponsor, however, had bet that Elroy would win in less than 10.
“It would be a good career move,” said Jennifer, “to see that he isn’t disappointed.”
It was weird to see the crowd that was assembled to watch the match. Rich people from all over the nation, and their trophy mistresses and wives, were seated or standing in rows five deep around the ring. Bookmakers wearing tuxedos moved amongst them, taking last minute bets. Champagne flowed freely. There was laughter, and gossip, and an internationally-famous rock band was playing a private gig for the crowd on a nearby stage. Elroy had never punched or raped a woman in front of an audience before, but he supposed there was a first time for everything.
As Elroy entered the ring, and shrugged off his fighter’s robe, he was surprised to realise he recognised the target. Her name was Felicity Sanders, and she was a women’s rights activist. He had only seen her before in power suits on television, speaking on this or that topic of feminist interest. She looked rather different tonight - naked, embarrassed, trying to hide her surprisingly large tits with her arms, her pretty face and long brown hair made up by expert artists to connote maximum fuckability. She was aroused, he saw - her nipples hard, her cunt flaps puffy, her cheeks blushing. She had taken the standard advice to targets to masturbate before the fight.
“The sponsor has tripled the normal target rates to get Felicity Sanders into the ring,” whispered Jennifer into Elroy’s ear, as he stretched, and tested the ring ropes. “Everything she earns will go to a women’s charity - she knows she’d be a hypocrite if she refused to take part.”
“Why pay more?” asked Elroy.
“The sponsor just really wants to see Sanders get punched and raped,” said Jennifer. “Like I said, don’t let him down.”
A pretty big-titted ring girl stepped into the middle of the ring to announce the fight.
“Tonight’s main event,” she said, “is between the newcomer Elroy, in the fighter’s corner, and the bitch-slut Felicity Sanders, in the target’s corner. Contestants, are you ready?”
“Fuck you, and your whole misogynist fight club,” yelled Felicity. She spat on the ground.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” said the ring girl. “And contestant?”
“Born ready,” said Elroy.
“Then fight,” declared the girl, and rang the bell.
There were cameras in the crowd, recording the event. Later, the footage would go on paid websites, where crowds of anonymous viewers would amuse themselves to the sight of Felicity’s humiliation and nudity.
Elroy moved up to his target cautiously. She had both hands protecting her tits, and a hunched stance intending to protect her cunt.
“You ready to get raped tonight?” he asked her.
She spat at him. “How long do you think it’s going to take you to realise you’re a pathetic little no-dick and give up?” she replied.
He nodded, as if considering this perspective. It was hard to take abuse seriously coming from a naked blushing woman who was about to have her tits punched until she screamed.
He feigned a slap at her face, seeing if she would raise her hands to defend herself, but she just pulled back, out of his reach, still covering her tits. She bared her teeth and hissed.
“A reminder to the target,” said the ring girl loudly, “that the use of teeth against any part of the fighter - including the cock - is grounds for instant disqualification and forfeit of payment.”
“Fuck you,” replied Sanders.
Elroy circled around the naked feminist bitch. Her hunched stance made it difficult for her to turn quickly, and he found he was able to get behind her. He delivered a hard punch to her ass, and then another. She squealed, and straightened reflexively. Moving with lightning speed, Elroy danced back to her front, and kicked her hard in the cunt.
The look on her face was delicious. There was the pain and shock of a woman who has never been kicked in the cunt before. There was the sheer humiliation of knowing she had failed to protect herself against a man she hated on sight, knowing that a crowd was watching. And there was that little degrading twinge of *lust* - of the pleasurable impact on a wet, aroused fuckhole that she had been masturbating for half an hour before stepping into the ring.
One of her hands dropped instinctively from her tits to cover her pussy. Rather than taking the shot at her tits, Elroy feinted another kick at her beaver. When she began to hunch forward again to protect herself, he abandoned the kick, and instead reached forward and grabbed her by her long brown hair.
Yanking sharply, he forced her down to her knees, and when she gasped in surprise he stuffed his cock into her mouth and began facefucking her.
There were cheers and roars from the crowd.
“Two minutes,” called the ring girl, signalling the elapsed time in the match so far.
Felicity gagged on Elroy’s cock, and flailed wildly. She managed to push him away, causing him to lose his grip on her hair, and she staggered back to her feet.
He laughed at her disarrayed hair and the spittle dripping from her violated mouth.
“Go to hell, you fucking pig!” screamed Sanders, and spat again.
“Are you on birth control?” asked Elroy in response. “Or am I going to put a baby in you tonight?”
She screamed incoherently in rage.
Elroy began to work her methodically. When her hands were on her tits, he kicked at her cunt. When she moved her hands, he would punch her in the tits. Her large, natural fuckbags felt incredible to hit - soft and yielding, but with enough resistance to be satisfying, and he loved the pathetic whimper she made whenever he punched one. More than that, he loved hearing the slutty little gasp she made on each impact. The crowd could hear it too, and they all knew what it meant - the angry little feminist bitch was getting sexual enjoyment from her abuse.
By the time bruises started forming on Felicity’s tits, the five minute mark had been called. At this point Felicity clamped her hands over her breasts and refused to move them, even when Elroy kicked at her pussy. He scored a few good impacts on her groin, but mostly she dodged away from each blow.
That was fine by Elroy. When she retreated, he pursued, and soon he had her up against the corner of the ring. With nowhere else to go, she could no longer avoid his blows.
He slapped her across the face. “Say sorry for being a pathetic slut,” he told her.
“I hate you, you limp-dicked little dogfucker!” she replied.
He pushed his hard cock up against her nude pussy. He couldn’t fuck her while she was on her feet, but he could let her feel it. “Does it seem limp to you, bitch?” he asked her. He didn’t wait for a reply - he brought his knee up, hard, into her cunt, and then slapped her again.
“Move your hands,” he told her. “I want to punch your tits some more.”
She didn’t, of course, so he began to alternate slapping her face and kneeing her cunt. His knees made a little wet squelchy sound whenever they impacted her cunt, and came away dripping with her fuck-juices. There was no denying that she was deeply, whorishly wet from her treatment, even as she pretended that she wasn’t.
“Seven minutes,” called the ring girl. The crowd were wild, loving every blow he inflicted upon the big-titted blonde bitch.
“Finish it by ten, Elroy!” yelled Jennifer from ringside.
Elroy growled at Felicity. “Move your hands,” he told her again, kicking her in the cunt as hard as he could, and slapping her twice more.
Another kick. Another slap. Another kick.
And then, miraculously, Felicity dropped her hands. She just let them fall to her sides. And Elroy went to town on her breasts, rapid-fire punching into them with full force.
Felicity screamed, and began to cry - but she still wasn’t protecting herself. And her choked sobbing breathing was becoming faster, and her cunt was drooling now, dripping juices onto Elroy’s knees….
Elroy realised what was about to happen.
“Oh no you don’t,” he said. “Don’t you dare cum, you slutty little bitch.” And he reached down between her legs, found her clit, and pinched it hard.
Felicity’s scream was the loudest yet. Her whole body writhed, the shock forcing her down from the edge of orgasm.
“Elroy!” screeched Jennifer. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
If Felicity orgasmed, it would end the fight in a victory for Elroy. But Elroy wasn’t done yet. He wanted to *impregnate* this bitch.
He pulled her out of the ring corner, and then pushed. Felicity fell to all fours in the middle of the ring, her abused tits swaying back and forth under her.
Elroy immediately dropped to his knees behind her, and shoved his ragingly-erect cock into her rapehole. Felicity made a low, humiliated moan of despair, and Elroy began to vigorously rape her from behind.
“Nine minutes!” called the ring girl.
“When the match is over,” Elroy hissed to Felicity, “if I cum first, you won’t get to. I’ll hold your hands down and stop you from masturbating. You won’t be able to cum.”
“Nooo…” moaned Felicity. “You fucker. You… man! I hate you!”
“But I’ll let you cum if you do one thing for me,” said Elroy. “One thing I need you to do.”
She moaned pathetically.
“Just look up, at that camera over there,” he told her, “and say what I tell you to, loudly and clearly.” And he leaned forward and whispered into her ear.
Her sobs deepened then - deep, humiliated crying, from her very core, as he continued to rape her.
But she needed to cum.
She looked up, fixed her slutty lust-addled eyes on the camera, as it recorded her tits swaying back and forth beneath her with every thrust of Elroy’s rape. And she said what he had told her to - the complete betrayal of her ideals.
“All women enjoy being raped,” she said. “It’s our natural purpose.”
The crowd went wild. And as she said, she orgasmed - precisely as Elroy, too, orgasmed, spurting his cum deep into her violated womb.
“Time!” declared the ring girl. “Nine minutes and fifty-seven seconds.”
Elroy staggered back from Felicity, his cock dripping, and gave her a last kick in the cunt for good measure, enjoying that it seemed to give her a second humiliating orgasm. He raised his hands in victory as Jennifer scurried forward to clean his cock with her mouth.
There was thunderous cheering and applause - even from those who had lost money on his swift victory - because more than winning money, what these ultra-rich spectators demanded was a good show, and Elroy had given them exactly that.
Jennifer took her mouth off his cock briefly and looked up at him. “You did well,” she purred. “I think you have a future here, in the Domination League.”