Billy gets a horrifying text

Billy had missed quite a few training sessions at the boxing club recently, still on his mandatory suspension by Coach Lucy until the sports therapy showed progress. He hoped that his absence would go unnoticed - that nobody would be able to find out where he was. But now, as he stared down at his phone screen in total dismay, he realized that wasn’t the case.

Carly: lol, i heard u had to go to therapy after i beat ur ass

It was a message from a number not in his contacts. Billy only knew who had sent it because, accompanying the horrifying text, was a photo Carly had taken of herself in the mirror. Her smooth, thick, powerful bare legs were visible, as was her thick, fit abdomen. She had a boxing glove outstretched in a mock-punch on the hand not currently holding her phone, and a wicked glimmer in her smug face. Through her sports bra, Billy could see the slightest hint of her nipples poking through - they were hard. She was clearly feeling extremely hot and turned on, as she took that picture.

What the fuck? How had Carly found out about that? Who had told her?? Billy was technically seeing Kiara on Coach Lucy’s orders, and the sessions were paid for by the school… Had Carly somehow found the school’s files about sending him to a sports psychologist, conveniently starting right after the near-knockout beatdown she had put him through? He knew for a fact Coach Lucy wouldn’t have told her. But who else knew about it, besides him and his therapist?

Billy stared down at the screen, mouth dry. He had just gotten up to his room from his latest session with Kiara when the message had come through, and he didn’t know what to do. As he stared and tried to think, more messages came through, one at a time.

Carly: was it too emasculating for u? having a girl come into ur club and pummel u in front of everyone? XD

Carly: poor weak little man. so surprised to learn he’s not the best at boxing

Carly: im better than you. theres a girl whos better at boxing than u are. lol

Carly: i hope getting all those big feelings out in therapy is helping u, wimp XD

Carly: i stunned u so hard u literally had a mental break omg lol

Carly: ur worse than a girl. fake-undefeated fraud lmao

Despite himself, and how dire this situation was, Billy couldn’t help himself. His dick was growing in his pants as he read the humiliating messages coming through one after another. Getting thicker, and stiffer, and more excited…

How could she talk to him like that? It was shocking. Who did she think she was, humiliating him like that?

He thought back to that picture she sent. The one Carly had clearly been excited for. She’s gotten all dressed up, posed in the mirror, and those nipples were so hard… Did hearing that he had started going to a sports psychiatrist after their fight really turn her on that much? To make her feel so smug and superior?

He imagined what it must have been like when she found out. When she learned that the powerful, unbreakable, arrogant man she had beaten the hell out of had started seeing a therapist. Had skipped multiple club sessions, to try get his head around what Carly had waltzed in and done to him. Did she feel a thrill? A sense of pride? Did she laugh? Did her nipples harden straight away, or only after a day of mulling it over?

He hated the power Carly had over him. He hated how fucking horny her messages made him. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fucking right.

It was embarrassing, being talked down to by this smug bitch. This awful know-it-all who thought she had outboxed him at his best. Why did her annoying mockery make his dick so much thicker? His mind so much slower… His chest so much tighter?

It didn’t help that he had already been enslaved by two women. Kiara Beaumont owned his mind and body, but Karen controlled his life. So much time, wasted performing menial tasks at her house, just because the hot bitch had footage of herself knocking him out. If he ended up under Carly’s thumb too, that annoying self-righteous bitch, he wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Billy tried pleading. The famously arrogant prodigy of a champion, pleading for mercy from a frizzy-haired amateur kickboxer.

Billy: carly please. don’t talk to me that way.

Carly: LMAO u got so humbled. did I do that? XD

Fuck.

While Billy was away from the club, Carly’s own reputation had grown. The fit, thick girl who won a sparring match against the champ on her first day. And while Billy had missed several sessions since then, Carly had been to each and every one. Impressing people, at each and every one.

Billy didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how to handle this. Wait, no, that wasn’t right - he knew what to do. More than anything, he wanted to show the messages to Dr. Kiara Beaumont at his next session.

He needed her advice, her guidance. He just didn’t know what to do without her.