Asleep all over her TikTok

By the time Anna and Heather got home, Kristen had already left. Anna stayed in the car to text her friend for a while, so Heather was the first one into the house - and the first one to find sleeping Billy, sprawled out on his back, with a pair of boxing gloves on his hands. Evidently, defeated.

She sighed, shook her head with a small smile, and slowly carried him up to his bed to sleep for the rest of the night. She wasn’t sure what had happened to her baby boy boxer, but apparently, it had been too much for him. He really wasn’t as good as she had once thought, was he? He was just a little weakling after all.

Heather tucked her son into bed and gingerly removed his boxing gloves from his hands. The poor boy. He was barely getting any use out of those things anymore.

It was already the next morning when he finally woke up again, to the loud sound of Anna charging through his bedroom door.

“WHAT! WHAT! WHAT!”

Anna burst into Billy’s room, phone loudly playing music. Billy groaned, and rolled over in bed, to face away from the door. He just wanted to sleep a bit longer.

“Kristen KNOCKED you OUT??!! WHAT THE FUCK, BILLY!”

That accusation made Billy’s heart leap. He sat up in bed suddenly, staring at Anna. “What…?”

“I was just messing around when I told her to ask you to box!” Anna exclaimed. “Trying to tease you! I didn’t think she would fucking DEFEAT YOU!”

Billy started to sweat. “A-Anna, what are you… W-What do you mean?”

“I just saw it on her TikTok! You’re out COLD!” Anna said, holding out her phone for Billy to see.

His expression shifted to one of horror as he saw the source of the music, being the backing track to Kristin’s knockout TikTok from last night.

The trendy music played behind a robotic narration, as Billy got punched in the gut and doubled over. Next were the clips of him having all of his own bumbling punches easily dodged. Then, Kristen wound up her hand for the K.O.

There was a loud gunshot sound effect when the punch landed on his face, sending him to his knees, before flopping forward onto his face, down at her feet. A random pretty girl’s manicured, dainty feet. Sleeping soundly, defeated in combat. The big strong man. The athlete. The boxing champion. Counting sheep for her.

The scene changed as the music dropped, now showing a closeup of his face as Kristen sat her fat mini-skirted ass on his chest, getting a good close look at his humiliatingly dim facial expression. The camera blurred and zoomed in and out on his face with each of the hard beats of the chorus. He looked utterly fucking stupid. As if this trendy, popular high schooler had punched the brain right out of his head.

The way he had dropped was undeniable. Falling to his knees, then flopping onto his face. She’d really put him to sleep. It wasn’t fake. She had actually put his lights out, for real. And that closeup shot made it obvious just who it was that this TikTok thot had managed to knock out. Billy. The school champion. His humbling defeat was broadcast to the world. His utter ****.

“Ugh, this is so cringe…” Anna said, as a mortified Billy took the phone from her and swiped up to watch the next most recent TikTok.

Trendy music played again. The scene was Kristen with one leg either side of his head, twerking her fat ass above his sleeping, sprawled body. A body that was still wearing his own pair of boxing gloves, making it absolutely clear to everyone that he had tried to fight back. Tried and failed. That he had gotten knocked out in the living room of his own family house, fair and square, by the attractive bitch in a miniskirt currently grinding her ass in the air as she stood over his defeated body. His cock stiffened as he stared at those huge glutes.

Kristin moved her hips to the beat, lifting and dropping her big round ass in perfect rhythm, hands on her knees. Her heavy ass was pumping above him like a piston. She looked over her shoulder at the camera sultrily, puckering her lips in a kissy face at first, then throwing her gorgeous head back and laughing.

How many takes had it been to get it so perfectly synchronised with the music? How long had she been rolling her hips and twerking that fat ass right over Billy’s sleeping face? How long had she been using the defeated boxing champion for clout, totally unconcerned with his health after getting his chin rattled, before she finally got the perfect take for her TikTok?

Kristin squatted down lower, now bouncing her big ass on an imaginary cock just above his face. Fucking the air as he lay there, punched out and dead to the world. Stiff as a board.

A ten-second countdown timer appeared on screen, with the sound from a new year’s crowd chanting a countdown from ten along with it. She thrust her hips with each number, effectively counting him out with her pussy. Her womanhood was only just barely above his knocked-out expression at this point, that heavy ass squatted down so low. When the countdown hit zero, the New Years crowd cheered, as if celebrating the official ten count. The first official knockout of Billy the boxer.

Kristin slowly stood back up, giving the camera a good long look at her body. Once standing, she did a happy little jump in celebration of her big win. She landed with a foot either side of his head, with enough **** to make her fat ass jiggle. Then the video began replaying from the start again, with Kristin twerking above his slumbering body, before Billy swiped to see the next one.

The third TikTok was an up-close shot of his face again, with the caption “when the pussy too strong”. Childish lullaby music was playing, alongside a comical snoring sound effect. Billy quickly swiped to the next one.

This one was a TikTok skit, opening with a shot of her walking in through the door and mouthing words, with the “dialogue” on screen as a caption.

“Hey, I heard the boxing champion was here? I’m here for my lesson!”

It cut to a shot of his dopey, cartoonish, rolled-up eyes, tongue-lolling face. His gloved hands were left intentionally in frame. The caption on screen read “The Champ: ______”.

It then cut back to her as she gasped and put a hand to her chest, bending forward in a way that showed off her deep cleavage, and putting on an exaggerated embarrassed face. She mouthed to the caption “I can come back later”, slowly backing up out of the door again with an awkward glance into the camera.

Billy’s mouth went dry as he kept swiping through TikTok after TikTok on Anna’s phone, now only reading the titles and letting them play for a second.

“My pet boxer”, “So much for the champ”, “Sleeping beauty”, “Down & out”, “Loser alert”, “Turned his ass into a meme lol”.

How many damned TikToks did she make while he was ****? There had to be at least a dozen. She had really made the most of the opportunity. Seized the moment. His defeated, slumped, sleeping body was basically the co-star of her account now.

“She’s gonna be bragging at school, you know.” Anna said, pulling Billy out of his endless swiping. “She literally just knocked out the boxing champion, on camera. Everyone’s going to be talking about it.”

Her voice was half-teasing towards her arrogant big bro, and half-mortified that she was even related to him.

“I… I…” Billy couldn’t find any words.

Anna’s face cracked into a smile, and she failed to hold in a laugh. “I can’t believe you let her fucking twerk on you, oh my god…” she giggled, shaking her head. “How the hell did she knock you out? Are you getting sloppy?”

“Sh-Shut up, nerd…” came Billy’s meek, timid response. Anna rolled her eyes and scoffed, pulling her phone back from his hands, and walked back out of his room.

“Whatever, snoozy.”

Anna shut the door behind her, but Billy could hear her opening the TikToks on her phone to watch again. Evidently, she was quite interested in her big brother’s most recent nap. Billy didn’t bother responding to the new nickname. He was too lost in his thoughts.

Oh god, oh god… What was he going to do? Everyone was going to see those. All of them. Kristen was so popular. And so was Billy, which meant that everybody at school knew his face. It was one thing to be defeated and finished off by his newbie milf of a mom, even worse to get cleaned up by his nerdy novice little sister, but a public KO from a popular pretty girl? Holy shit… This was bad. This was really fucking bad. His whole club had probably already seen him knocked out and sleeping on the floor beneath her huge, twerking ass. Their undefeated champion, down for the count at last. Oneshot by a random thot with a sexy body and a great ass. He had to think of a way to get out of this. He had to come up with a plan to avoid facing his humiliating, public defeat and knockout.

…But first, he had to jack off his throbbing, steel-hard cock.

Billy rushed to the bathroom, pulling out his phone and moving back over to Kristen’s TikTok page as he slid his dick out from his briefs. He had to see himself get knocked out again. Just one more time. He had to see his powerful body down on its knees, at her feet. He had to see that gorgeous round ass. He had to see Kristen’s big fat ass bouncing up and down over his stupid, sleeping face. Up and down, up and down, bouncing and grinding and twerking…

“TEN! NINE! EIGHT! SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! …ZERO!!!”

Oh, god. Billy came, hard. Shooting semen from his cock like never before.

What the fuck was he going to do now?