Billy Is Distracted

Billy and Anna stood in front of each other in the makeshift boxing ring. They stood in front of an entire room full of young women, all wearing boxing gloves and anticipating the fight about to start before them.

Anna stood there in her tank top and sweatpants combo, holding up her gloves in a defensive position ready to start. She had been given false confidence by her loaded glove knockout of Billy not long ago. She was jumping on her toes, pumped up for the match.

To Billy it was simple. Beat his sister in a normal match in front of everyone and reclaim his place as the boxing champion to his sister, forcing her back into her shy academic self. That was the plan, at least.

But Billy's mind started racing as he considered the worst possible outcome, being defeated again by his nerdy sister, this time in the most public of ways. It would only make things even more embarrassing than before. But this time it was different.

This time Anna had normal gloves. She was out of the advantage. What would it say about him if she could still beat him at his own sport with a level playing field? It would mean that she was a better boxer than him, that she had outclassed him after only a couple hours of training and a single sparring match. That alone was enough for her to surpass his years of hard work and diligent practice. It would mean that she was just better than him.

"Fuck," Billy thought as he felt his dick get hard. "No not now, not here!" He DID NOT want the entire school to think he was some kind of pervert who gets hard at the idea of boxing his sister, his reputation would surely never recover. The only problem was that he was exactly that kind of pervert.

He looked to the side at the audience. So many girls in their own set of boxing gloves. The cheerleaders who had rooted for him at his own meets when he sparred with actual boxers. The popular pretty girls who were all over him after every practice. The sports girls who wait for him to finish to share their own practice stories. The academic girls who would look from afar and wish that he would notice them. Even some of his bratty exes.

And they were all hot. Not just that, but they were all in the roleplay he had been fantasizing for years. All of them in boxing gear, at a boxing meeting. He could've been facing any one of them right now. He could've been beaten by any one of them right now. NO, he had to focus. Don't think about losing and how amazing that would feel. But he couldn't help it as his dick grew almost to full mast.

He started ogling them, imagining what it would feel like to spar with them instead. What it would feel like to let them punch him over and over again. To pretend to be giving it his all while he was letting them beat him from pillar to post and verbally berating and humiliating him at the same time.

"Yay, I'm winning! Maybe it's harder with me not cheering you on haha"

"Omg, how is a pretty girl like me beating you this bad?"

"Wow, boxing is so much easier than my sport, look at how good I'm doing against you with no practice!"

"Just another lesson in how being an athlete is inferior to being academically gifted. You're getting your ass handed to you by a nerd."

"Oh my god how pathetic. I have no idea how I dated you for so long. You're just a loser who can't even defend himself against a little girl like me."

All of them would follow up with a decisive knockout punch to put him to sleep and cement their victory over him. They would wait for him to wake up just to taunt him and add to his humiliation. Oh how bad he wanted to go through all of that. But none of that would be as humiliating as what might be about to transpire, if he doesn't win.

Unfortunately for him, he was distracted long enough for Anna to find an advantage even without the loaded gloves.