Billy and Carly are backstage

Bill dragged Carly away from the crowd’s eyes and cameras, through the door to the locker rooms. The whole time, she was almost totally limp. Conscious, but completely content to allow herself to be dragged. Those thick, bare thighs lifted into the air and a dopey smile over her face.

Once he had Carly inside, he moved to close the locker room door and sighed with relief. The sound of Matt on the microphone, and of the audience talking amongst themselves, was muffled to near-silence as the room was sealed from view.

“Billyyyy…” Carly whined from behind him. It almost sounded like she was sobbing. “I wanna suck itttt…”

Billy’s breath hitched. He turned around to where Carly lay on her back, exactly where he left her. She wasn’t even bothering to lift her head, instead just staring straight up at the ceiling and lying limp.

Jesus. Those thighs were fucking huge. Bulky.

“Sorry, Carly, not gonna happen,” Billy said, speaking to her with a soft tone. “You just need to… Rest.”

Carly moaned. It sounded halfway to another moo.

“Rest…” she breathed. “Oh fuck, you told me to rest… Y-You knocked me out and said I need to rest…”

Billy could see her muscles tightening with tension, but she still didn’t move. She was speaking with more understanding than he expected her to be able to, but he could tell Carly was still in a bad way. Emotional, overwhelmed, still processing what had happened to her. How everything had gone so, so wrong.

“Rest, Carly… Go to sleep, Carly…” Carly’s voice was growing more energetic as she repeated back Billy’s words to him, reimagined. “I have a huge dick and I want you to fucking rest, you stupid cow…”

Billy wasn’t sure what was happening, or what he should do. So he just stood there, silently, watching as Carly steadily grew more and more animated. Berating herself, twisting his words into the worst possible interpretation, and getting worked up over it. Though she didn’t seem upset. She seemed… Excited? Accepting? It was hard to say.

“You want me to sleep… You ordered me to rest…”

Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, and her tense muscles relaxed as her mouth fell open. For a moment, her climbing animation stopped, and she looked as if she was deep asleep. Put to bed all at once, relaxed and free of tension.

“Rest…” she breathed slowly, her small chest rising and then falling.

The room was still and silent. Billy’s thick cock twitched in his boxer shorts. Was it over…? Did Carly really just… Go to sleep?

Her eyes shot open again, and her open mouth pulled tightly closed as she whined with need and want. She lifted her head, and stood up to her feet faster and more stable than Billy thought she would be able to right now. Which is to say, she stood up at all. There was still a textbook wobble, a near-fall as she rushed up. Carly’s face flashed with recognition and she whined again, as if processing how bad that loss really was. Processing that she was still feeling the after-effects.

“Bimbo…” the word escaped her without conscious input. She had frozen in place right after standing, as if she realized something. “You made me a bimbo… I’m a dumb- I’m YOUR bimbo, I’m a dumb bimbo again…”

This wasn’t good. Billy stepped forward, palms held out disarmingly. If saying she needed rest had almost lulled Carly to sleep, he decided the best way out of this was to pour it on a little thicker. A bit of recovery time would fix her up, and stall for long enough that Matt could come in here to deal with her.

“Sleep, Carly…” he said in a soft, warm tone. A small bit of uncertainty crept into his voice, but when he cleared his throat and continued he had gotten rid of it. “Go to sleep… Lie down… You need your rest, okay? You need to fall asleep again…”

Carly’s whole frozen, tense body shuddered.

“Sleep…” she repeated as if hypnotized. “Snooze… Slump… Slumber… Rest…”

She whined.

“I cannnnnn’ttt… I can’t sleep…”

“Why not, Carly? Just close your eyes, and go to sleep… It’s okay… I’m right here…” Billy pressed on. “It’s easy… So easy to sleep… Relax…”

Carly’s eyes were squarely on his crotch. His dick was still hard. It had been hard for the entire second round. His body revitalized by “big dick energy” so he could knock the silly cow out. That unfair reserve he had within him. That built-in advantage.

“I can’t sleep…” she said, taking a lumbering step towards him and licking her lips. “…Because I… I NEED to… I NEED to suck your…!”

She rushed forward another three steps, closing the distance. Billy’s hands moved to her shoulders, defensively holding her back, and he pushed Carly down onto her knees. Bad idea.

Carly gasped with delight, her face right in front of that thick, twitching bulge once again. She could feel the warmth on her face. She let out a ditzy giggle, eyes going glassy and dull, as if the heat of that cock was soothing all the thoughts out of her brain. She leaned forward, nuzzling her face against that bulge, making happy noises.

Billy grunted, tensing up. His fingers tightened around Carly’s shoulders.

“Carly- Fuck, Carly, stop,” he said, though he didn’t sound very convincing. The truth was, the attention on his dick felt fucking good. Especially after spending so long rock hard.

Billy didn’t know that Carly had gotten back together with Matt - OR that the couple were actually a throuple with Anna - but he still didn’t want to let her do this. It felt wrong. She wasn’t herself right now. Was she?

“Wanna suck… I wanna suck…~” Carly’s dopey smile was back, as she slid her cheek up and down the fabric covering that bulge. Feeling every twitch. Taking the warmth directly to her brain. “I wanna suck…”

Carly brought her hands up, fumbling to undo Billy’s shorts. He put his hands on her wrists, softly holding her back.

“Carly… Carly, stop…” Billy sounded unconvincing again. All the same, he did gently try to stop her - but Carly’s hands only grew more frantic and forceful.

Carly frowned, her face bitter and angry. “Lemme suck. Lemme SUCK IT!”

Billy’s arms were still weakened and tired from the battering they’d received in the first round, and he was trying to be gentle with Carly, both facts which allowed her to get past his hands and straight to her goal. It wasn’t difficult to undo a drawstring and pull a pair of shorts down - and she did exactly that. Her eyes and smile were wide as galaxies when she finally got his massive, hard cock free.

There it was. Bare. In her face. Perfect. She couldn’t believe its size. It was real. It was huge. It was right there.

“Carly- Carly what are you doing? I-“

Billy was cut off as Carly quickly moved forward and took it into her mouth.

“Ohhhmm,” she sounded, as her mouth wrapped around that thick warmth.

It was Billy’s strong body that tensed and froze up now, gasping at the sudden warm sensation. His first blowjob stolen by this annoying feminist. It felt so good.

Carly’s angry body immediately relaxed, now that she had his bare cock in her mouth. She slumped forward and shuddered with pleasure, lips around his dick. She looked satisfied. Content.

This was all she needed. All that fire, all that rage, it was just a cover. That thick cock felt so right in her mouth.

She began to move, only slightly, lulling herself deeper into relaxation as she weakly bobbed on his dick. Worshipful. Like it was the only thing that mattered, but she was too tired to suck it energetically.

Her movements were exhausted and sleepy. Her eyelids sagged and a pleasant shudder ran up her spine as her conscious mind dwindled. She looked so happy. So compliant. Thick legs folded underneath her, bulky ass resting on her calves. Being a good girl for him. Being his bimbo. Not a ferocious, furious fighter. Just a stupid cow.

Her mind was hazy, and all she could think about was sucking Billy’s dick. EVERY woman wanted to suck his dick. Carly had even overheard one of the younger college professors say it to a colleague, once.

“I know it’s wrong, but I’d love to get on my knees for Billy and suck that meaty dick. I could be so good for him,” the woman had admitted with an excited, embarrassed squeal.

At the time, Carly had been outraged. The indecency of it. A professor saying something like that about a student. A woman, reducing herself to that. And now here she was. Living it. Bobbing on his dick with slow, sleepy motions, and feeling like she needed this cock in her mouth to survive.

She was a disgrace. A stupid, dim-witted, horny disgrace. Obsessed with a cock just because it was big. Just because it belonged to the man who had proved her wrong. Just because she was a woman.

Wordlessly, sleepily, Carly’s hands moved to slip herself out of those tight orange shorts, pulling them down and leaving them wrapped around her knees, setting her bare legs and thick booty free. Those shorts looked athletic. They were for kickboxing. Her massive, firm globes shouldn’t be stretching out something like that. She wasn’t here to fight. She was here to rest.

One hand went down to lazily rub at her wet, leaky pussy. She moaned softly, the vibrations shifting through Billy’s thick cock. Fuck, that was good. Her weak, sleepy blowjob was sending powerful signals up to Billy’s brain - who was himself still concussed from his temporary knockout at Carly’s hands. She had so nearly disposed of him - so neatly proven herself right and RUINED his legend. His brain was still feeling that heavy three-punch combo she had put him to sleep with. And this new, powerful sensation was doing things to him.

Her lazy lips were short circuiting the handsome champ’s brain. Those slow, indulgent bobs were fucking up his mind until he couldn’t even think. In a way, this was just as successful at getting him confused and off balance as her punches had been. Carly was forming a strong bond within Billy’s soul between blowjobs and woozy, cloudy thoughts.

His legs were trembling and weak. Unsteady. With a gasp, he fell back to sit on a one of the benches just behind him. Carly never stopped those lazy, sleepy bobs. Sucking dick in the locker room.

Billy grunted, grabbing a fistful of Carly’s orange hair to stabilize himself. His head fell back to stare at the ceiling. This felt crazy. The effect on his bruised, ruined mind - a mind which had been fully knocked out COLD just a few minutes ago - was like a fireworks show. And it seemed Carly was just as ruined, if not even more.

Drool and precum was leaking over her lips and down her chin as she choked on Billy’s thick manhood. Glazing his cock with dull, stupid eyes. Her feminist brain so foggy and distant as she gave him a woefully submissive blowjob, kneeling defeated. Her irritating attitude soothed and pacified. Those thick thighs were best used for kneeling after all.

It appeared as though her cognition had been totally halted. Glitching from the force of Billy’s punch, the overwhelming shame of her defeat, and the warm pulsing of her womb. And that was mostly true. But not entirely.

Yes, Carly was concussed. She was dazed, half-knocked out, all of that. But this was her choice. She was just… Broken. This deep buzzing in her womb, this NEED to suck his cock, it wasn’t a decision she was too addled to truly understand. It was just… The decision she had made, after being forced to face facts.

She had imagined Billy and his big, thick, stupid cock for years. YEARS. She had already mooed for him. Thrust her pussy at him. She thought about him almost every day. It was an obsession. And now, after everything… Fuck it. Fuck all that feminism, all that rage. She really wanted to suck Billy’s dick. It was the only thing that soothed her. The only thing that calmed her.

Carly had fully retreated into herself. Into this soothing delusion. She didn’t lose because she wasn’t good enough, or talented enough. She didn’t lose because her bad attitude had ruined a lay-up of a win. She didn’t lose because she was a useless loser. She lost because she was a girl, and girls lose to boys. It wasn’t her fault. There was nothing she could do. She had been lying to herself. It was the only thought that held back her shame, her humiliation.

Carly lost, but it wasn’t HER fault. There was no other possible outcome. It was natural. It was natural to lose. It was natural to worship the biggest cock you could find. The cock you’d been thinking about for years, almost every night, as you angrily crushed a pillow into your burning face, wishing that the huge cock’s owner had a weakness.

But he didn’t. He was a boy. He was always going to win. She was always going to suck his dick. It was what she needed. It was what she wanted. Carly bobbed on Billy’s dick in a haze, but with a relatively clear mind. It wasn’t a decision she was too addled to make. It was the new her. She had changed. Billy had showed her the error of her ways, and she had changed.

It wasn’t like last time, when someone called her a “stupid cow” and she burned with shame for years after. This time Carly was in control. She knew who she was. She wasn’t embarrassed, because she wasn’t denying it.

All that time building her legs. Building her thick ass. Deluding herself. Forcing Billy to fight her, just as she had the first time. What a stupid, annoying bimbo she had been.

This was much easier. This was much nicer. There was no shame. No humiliation to face. No hard work. Being a fighter was hard. So hard. Being a feminist was hard. Everyone always arguing with or dismissing her, groaning when she started to speak. It was always so difficult. Accepting her place, slowly bobbing on a champion’s dick? That was easy. That was nice.

That was natural.

She could be a stupid whore for him, stress free. It wasn’t her fault. It was obvious.

Fuck, how broken can you get?

Maybe Coach David had been right. Maybe Carly WAS too emotional.

Billy wasn’t thinking straight anymore. The only thought going through his ruined brain was a never-ending loop of his previous objective - stop Carly from sucking your dick. No understanding of why anymore. Just a repeating imperative.

Sitting on the bench had helped him recover some of his strength, and he’d grown more used to the overwhelming feeling of Carly’s big mouth slobbering over his dick. Thanks to that, he was finally able to reach down, taking Carly under the arms, and lift her off of him.

With his dick taken away, the sleepy former feminist came to life again. She protested with a whine and wriggled to get back. She needed that dick!

Not knowing where to put her, and not confident in his ability to stand up and keep hold of her right now, Billy set Carly belly-down over his lap. One hand pinned her down between her shoulderblades, and the other slapped against her buff ass to keep her hips pinned down too.

Carly stopped wriggling suddenly, with a gasp. Her body went still.

“A-Again…” she breathed, not fighting him anymore.

Neither of them moved for a few seconds. Billy held Carly down, pinning her against his lap, brain still reeling from the knockout and blowjob. Eventually, he seemed to process her words, even if he wasn’t able to think clearly enough to consider them.

Billy did as he was told. He raised his hand and gave Carly’s ass a more forceful smack.

“Ah~!” Carly gasped with excitement.

Her booty was so firm and bulky that there was barely any jiggle, just a SWAY. A thick, solid mass that swayed with the force of his spank.

Billy’s hand lingered on her ass after the slap, cupping the swell of it and giving it a squeeze. Carly gasped and cooed, wriggling to adjust herself, but not trying to escape. Her orange shorts were still around her knees, and she looked ridiculous.

Billy’s hand came down a third time, spanking her buff ass. There was no wobble once again, just that double-cheeked SWAY. Her ass so dense with muscle and power, her bar thighs stretched out behind her, laying in Billy’s lap and taking her punishment.

Billy’s erect, slobbery cock was still out, pressing into Carly’s nude, bruised tummy. Communicating directly with the dumb whore’s womb. She could feel every twitch that ran through that powerful meat, and it made her gasp. Carly began sliding back and forward slightly, as Billy’s hand spanked her thick cheeks again and again - pausing to linger on her ass for several seconds between each huge slap. Spanking her bare ass hard, but not too hard. Carly gasped with each delicious slap, her pussy glistening and leaking between her legs.

A small part of her mewled in protest. The old Carly, all but locked away, poked her head up for just a moment in the slow torrent of spanks. A leaky pussy and a buzzing womb confusing the small hint of her old self that resurfaced.

“I’m a fighter… Y-You can’t do this to meeee…” Carly mewled, continuing to rub her tummy over that warm, slobbery dick pressing up into her. “I… I’m a kickboxer, I… I-I am! I am a fighter! Girls can box JUST as hard as- Aahnn~!!”

Her voice broke into several sounds of pleasure, ecstatic and gooey, as that small part of the old Carly was again overwhelmed by the blissed-out bimbo at the wheel. Billy’s hand spanked her thick ass again and again, each blow making the old Carly more and more distant. Her fighting spirit, her proud argumentative nature, draining out of her with each smack. Until it was gone. Spanked out of her. Ended by blows to her thick ass, until she was no more. All that remained was a docile, happy bimbo.

“I… I’m weak… I have a glass jaw! I’m- Im fucking FRAGILE!” she cried out in screaming pleasure. “My brain is SOFT! It’s SLOW! It’s… It’s EASY!!”

Carly’s legs kicked, but this time it was completely involuntary. An orgasm ran through her entire body. Womb compressed by dick, ass stinging just right, shorts around her knees. She came. She came fucking hard.

“I-I’m sorry! I’M SORRY!” she cried out, as Billy rained down blows onto her abused rump. “Girls can’t fight! GIRLS CAN’T FUCKING FIGHT!!”

She was a mess. Surrendering everything she had spent years fighting for. Billy brought his hand down one final time with a mighty THWACK, holding it in place on Carly’s bulky ass and giving the large round cheek a possessive squeeze.

Carly was sobbing and shivering, so overwhelmed by pleasure and goodfeel that she couldn’t control herself. Her pussy was soaked. She could feel Billy’s thick cock pressed against her thick tummy and hint of abs, as she lay across his lap.

Outrage built up inside her like a fire in her guts, then slowly simmered out to nothing again. She found herself rubbing her tummy over that cock, but this time it was for Billy, not herself. Absentmindedly pleasuring her superior.

“Moooo… Moooo…” Carly droned, her voice breaking and cracking with the intensity of that orgasm. She looked up at Billy with wide, loving eyes. He smiled back down at her, and shook the cheek he was cupping as if in greeting. Hey, you.

With his other hand, Billy tucked some of Carly’s loose, messy hairs behind her ear. Carly shivered with love. When he was done, Billy placed that hand on top of Carly’s head, petting her softly. His thumb slid down over her forehead, rubbing and soothing that submissive brain. Carly caught herself actually YAWNING, from that. Billy smiled and gave her bulky asscheek another possessive shake.

A faint, weak gasp escaped Carly’s lips. Eyes suddenly widening, she looked back over her shoulder and stared in stunned silence. Billy’s fingers sunk into her thick booty, giving a squeeze and a shake every now and then. Carly took a long time to process this. Then, she finally spoke.

“You… You GOT my ass…” she whispered, quietly. The significance of this was lost on Billy, but to Carly, the moment was everything.

It was over. All that training. All that set-up.

He GOT her ass.

A low moan escaped her lips, before she collapsed onto his lap, sound asleep. Resting. Seemingly KO’d by a booty squeeze. That thick ass had held so much power over her mind ever since she was an insecure young girl, and now, after that final realization, it had shut her off. Show’s over, Carly. Go to sleep now.

Billy had found her kill switch. It was her thick booty cheeks. And now, he finally had some peace and quiet to actually fucking think.

He took several deep, slow breaths, closing his eyes. Fingers sunken into Carly’s thick cheek as she slept, stretched out over his lap.

That was one of his demons down. He had beaten Carly, completely. He has avoided a catastrophic, career-ending defeat. He had crawled back from a life-ruining knockout, and taken Carly down. If only he had ways to get over the other women dominating his life…

After all, he was still banned from the boxing club for now. He was still Karen’s slave. He was still “the weaker sibling” in Anna’s mind. An inferior, stupid oaf. And he still didn’t have his mother’s respect. In fact, Heather seemed to take just as much delight and dirty pleasure in their little boxing matches as Billy did, only without the bittersweet mix of shame and humiliation that came along with it.

But this was a good start. Maybe there was hope for him yet.

Billy smiled down at the mindless, cooing Carly, his right hand filled with the thick globe of her asscheek. Yes, this was a good start indeed.