“I’ll let your daughter knock me out.”

Billy didn’t have any time to think. Karen wouldn’t let him have any. His next suggestion would be his only one. If he took too long, she’d get bored, and everyone would know what she’d just done to him. Everyone would fucking see it.

If those pictures got leaked, of the club champion being knocked out by a mom of the school during his boxing seminar, his reputation would be ruined - but so would the club’s. He couldn’t do that to Coach Lucy. She had trusted him to run the seminar, she had always gone the extra mile and sacrificed her own time and effort for Billy’s sake. He couldn’t let her boxing club be ruined by this stupid mistake.

The school would probably fire Lucy if it turned out the best athlete she’d trained had lost to an untrained bitch with big tits. She might never get hired as a boxing coach again. All that time talking up her club’s champion, and it turned out he was made of paper. Coach Lucy’s supposed “prodigy” was seen getting knocked the FUCK out by a random mom, in front of several other school parents, who would surely be asking what the sports department’s funding was being used for.

In the heat of the moment, with his head still spinning, the only way Billy could think to save the club, was to double down on his own humiliation. And so he said it. He stared down this busty milf and made his decision.

“I’ll… Ill let your daughter knock me out.” Billy offered with a moan.

The words came quickly. Billy hadn’t even known exactly what he was going to say before his mouth opened, and he was just as surprised as Karen was to hear it.

Who was Karen’s daughter? Billy had no idea. But she must have been one of the girls who wasn’t doing any sport, that the school was now forcing to join a club. Why else would Karen be at the seminar with such a mean attitude? So, maybe Billy could somehow pass his loss to Karen on to her daughter instead.

Getting over her initial surprise, Karen’s shocked face morphed into a scowl.

“Ugh,” Karen eyed him with disgust. “Are you fucking serious? You’re pathetic.”

She couldn’t believe this brat. This stupid knocked-out boxer. What a pathetic young man he was. Was that all he was good for? Was getting knocked the fuck to sleep seriously all he had to offer? She had half a mind to just knock him out again, right then and there, for such a shitty offer.

But he didn’t stop there.

“No, I mean… I’ll let her knock me out.” Billy continued, with a moan. “In front of… Of everybody. She’ll be the new champion.”

Karen raised an eyebrow at the offer.

“Oho! Well now, that is interesting,” the bitchy milf mused.

Billy figured Karen would like that idea. He didn’t know her daughter, only that Karen wouldn’t have come to the seminar if the school hadn’t been pushing for her daughter to join a sports club. Even as delirious as Billy still was, Karen’s smug, bitchy aura was strong enough to make it obvious that she would love to have her daughter K.O. the legendary undefeated champion. She would love to brag about her daughter being the champ of the school. And so, Billy had made the offer, shamefully. Offering up his very title, his undefeated record, to save his coach and the club.

Karen threw her blonde head back and laughed. This little brat was really willing to give it all up, just so nobody saw his embarrassing, defeated pictures? He was willing to suffer a live KO to her daughter, rather than have the world see his loss to Karen? Was he so **** to keep his milf knockout a secret, that he’d rather suffer a schoolgirl knockout?

“And how is that going to happen, exactly?” she asked, smugly. “Are you going to let her use these ‘heavy gloves’ on you? Are you just not going to fight back at all, and let her smack you until you go down?”

Billy hadn’t exactly worked out a 10-step program. Still, he could see she was at least interested, and he wanted to hold onto this chance. It was his only hope of not getting those humiliating pictures leaked.

“I can come to your house and train her,” Billy offered, making it up as he went. “I’ll make her into a… Into a real boxer. And then when she joins the club and knocks me out, she’ll be able to do it with her own two fists. No loaded gloves. No obvious jobbing. I’ll make it look good. Everyone will believe it. I swear.”

Feeling the true power in her hands now, even moreso than when those hands had put this champion to sleep, Karen stood with a smile. She confidently put her foot on his chest, leaning into it and holding him to the ground. Billy could only place his hands weakly on her ankle as he stared up at her past her long, smooth leg. Her grinning face was half-obscured by her large breasts, stuck out proudly at her giant unexpected victory. She was fully in control of these negotiations. Billy was under her thumb, as well as her foot. That abysmal knockout had changed everything.

“You do realize this makes you a knockout whore, right? You’re literally letting yourself get knocked out for a favor.” Karen sneered. “Billy the boxing champ is whoring himself out for a slick KO~,” she almost sang.

Billy’s mouth was dry. This bitch was mocking him. Using his strong chest as a podium to pose upon. But he didn’t say anything.

A knockout whore? He was supposed to be a champion. Yet here he was, bargaining away his undefeated record, his fucking consciousness.

As long as those photos existed, he was done for anyway. Between being seen losing to a surprisingly-skilled new female boxing student or losing to a bitchy milf like Karen, he would much prefer the former. Of course, even better would be to not be seen knocked out at all. But if he didn’t agree to this deal, Karen would surely leak those pictures and totally ruin him…

“I… I…” Billy stammered, only to be cut off by the domineering blonde.

“Alright then,” Karen decided for him. “If she’s **** to join a sports club, I’ll gladly take the one with the loser champion she can KO. Maybe then the school will get off of my back.”

“And… And those pictures…?” Billy asked weakly. Fuck, was he still not recovered from that last K.O.? Just how hard had Karen hit him?

Karen smiled.

“Let’s see how this goes first, shall we?” she said, in a tone dripping with ego. The ego of a milf who had just totally taken over an athletic stud’s life. “You still have to meet my precious Selena… And then get knocked the fuck out by her.”

Billy gulped, and nodded. The busty blonde removed her foot from his chest and smirked as the undefeated champ slowly stood up, on unsteady legs, still weak after Karen’s own knockout punch. The bitch had really done a number on him.

Wobbly mess, she thought to herself with pride. What a weak chin that must be.

“Go home and get some sleep - well, some more sleep,” Karen laughed. “I’ll tell you when to come over.”

Billy looked at her, silently. It was an impossibly difficult situation. But a spark of hope appeared within him as a sudden realization hit his fractured mind.

Maybe he wasn’t doomed just yet. Maybe he could still find some way to delete those photos from Karen’s phone while at her house, training her daughter… That way he could set himself free before ever reaching the knockout match. He could keep his title, his reputation, and save the club all at the same time. If he could just get those damned pictures out of his way.

Until then, though, Billy just quietly mumbled an agreement to Karen’s terms, and shuffled out of the empty gym where he was supposed to be teaching a seminar. Karen sneered, watching him go. What a weak bitch he’d turned out to be.

The next time they saw each other would be at Karen’s house, with Billy teaching her daughter Selena how to box. Billy had no idea what to expect, but he hoped against hope that she was nothing like her busty bitch of a mom…