The thrill of humiliation

"Wake up!...Billy please...", Stacy almost screamed, clutching his shoulders with her nails dug deep into his skin.

Billy wasn't physically hurt, but the strange itch of humiliation was creeping up on him like an unwanted guest.

And he was failing to contain it, miserably.

As soon as Stacy saw a flicker of life come back to Billy's eyes, she sighed audibly.

"Ar...are you okay?", Linda spoke in a hushed tone as she approached him cautiously. She had been furious at him moments ago, but now her motherly instinct had kicked in as she started rubbing her palm reassuringly on Billy's chest.

"Yeah Billy...you look really fazed...", another mom chimed in.

Billy was steadily gaining a sense of his surroundings. And what he was seeing only worsened his itch.

On his right, still clutching his shoulders with her vice-like grip was Stacy, her hot breath bombarding his face. On his left was Linda, still rubbing his muscular chest, waiting for a response. All the other moms had gathered around him, their collective gaze locked on Billy.

Billy had been training for years to get the physique and mental resolve needed for a sport as brutal as boxing. His body was akin to a greek statue, sculpted with perfection, a weapon which had annihilated his opponents, while his mind was resilient beyond belief.

And somehow, merely being near these milfs began to drain his strength. The heat emanating from their hot, sweaty bodies was enough to tear apart his famed grit.

His taut, well defined muscles were no match for their glistening breasts, heaving up and down rhythmically with each breath, after the intense training session.

He immaculate body was losing to these milfs' plump figures, and it was apparent by the stir in his loins.

Billy's crafty mind was racing frantically to avoid making a fool of himself.

"I think it's the ventilation...", one of the participants jumped in while he was about to speak. "...the heat is really unbearable...", she continued while fanning herself with hand, "...just loosen your shorts a little...you'll be fine...".

By the time Billy could understand the relationship, or lack thereof, between the ventilation and his shorts, the asian lady who had made the suggestion quickly reached for his shorts' drawstrings and began to loosen them.

Or so it seemed.

At a glance, it looked as if the lady was genuinely trying to help, but her fingers were expertly edging his bulge through his shorts.

Billy cursed her in his mind as he clenched his teeth. She was definitely teasing him mercilessly on purpose.

To top it off, Stacy's gamey breath, the perfect view of her cleavage, which was practically resting on his own chest, and Linda's brain numbing chest rub were overwhelming his senses. The fact that he was surrounded by women whose eyes were glued to him made matters worse.

"I'm...I...", Billy struggled to find the right words, but continued anyway, "...I'm fine...and I think we should take..."

Billy gulped as he felt the asian lady's digit prod his bulb.

"...take...", he couldn't help but stupidly draw out his last word, "...a break from the session...will continue in...ughh...fifteen minutes..."

The mischievous lady finally stopped, but not before Billy poking a tent in his shorts.

Even with foggy senses, he could hear faint giggling from behind and a couple of ladies shamelessly gaping at his groin. Fortunately many of the moms had already dispersed from the crowd.

A chill ran through his spine, as he realised his display of humiliation would be discussed by everyone present.

Even Linda, who's mouth was agape after realising he had a hard-on.

But deep down, a surge of excitement flowed through him, which mirrored the kick he first felt moments before his mom's knockout punch.

And he wanted more of it.