A strange knockout

"Truth or dare?"

​"Oh my God, just stop!" Billy blurted out, his teeth clenched, "I can't take this anymore"

​"I wasn't the one going through someone's dirty laundry, Billy...smelling my filthy panties and what not", Tessie's voice was a low purr.

​"You do...", Billy paused, a jolt of heat shooting through him as her finger traced his oiled dick, now free from his clothes, "...realize I'm allowing this, right? I can just throw you on this massage table and have my way with you"

​His words sounded feral, his primal instincts unchecked. Tessie didn't even flinch as his spit landed on her face, expelled while he was foaming out his menacing words. She just watched him, a knowing smile on her face.

​A moment too late, Billy felt a pit form in his stomach. He suddenly understood the implication of his words.

​"I didn't...mean that..."

​"If you wanted to, you'd have already done it", Tessie said, her smirk a reflection on Billy's oiled chest, "But I've got a couple of reasons why you didn't"

​She had been working on him for an hour, forcing him to reveal his secrets by using his own game against him. Her finger slid wickedly down his thigh, making the muscle there twitch involuntarily.

​"Apart from the fact that you're just loving this experience..."

​Billy's dick twitched, pulling Tessie's gaze.

​"My, my...anyway, as I was saying...", she tousled his hair affectionately, "I've been massaging you with a blend of muscle relaxant and my very own special oil, making you extra sensitive to...let's just say, my touch"

​"What?", Billy's voice was a pitiful groan. The realization hit him with the **** of a punch—he had no control, not over his body and not over the game.

​Tessie bent closer, her lips inches from his.

"It means I've got you right where I want you. You need to be punished, Billy. After all, you were doing all sorts of things behind my...", she paused, her eyes widening a bit as she leaned back, "...don't tell me you were breathing me in from...there?", she pointed to her hip, an impish smile on her face.

​Billy had been lying the entire game. Except for his obsession with Tessie's new 'self,' everything he said was to make her believe he had a thing for her since they met.

​His plan had backfired. He had wanted to get close to Tessie, to fill the void his mother had created. But by confessing he had been ogling Tessie from the start, he had accidentally renewed her confidence. She began to believe she was still capable of turning heads, and that she could make a man like Billy wag his tail with something as frugal as her scent.

"Just tell me!"

"I'll tell you...but first...you need to do a dare...for me"

​It took all of Billy's strength to prop himself up on his forearms, his glistening body on full display. Tessie's special oil, which she had massaged into his skin so thoroughly, had seeped in so deeply he couldn't feel his muscles, and yet, he could perfectly make out every subtle movement of her palms.

"I dare you to...", Billy wanted to take a moment to choose his words carefully, but the burning sensation inside his greased body threw away any semblance of patience, "...relieve me"

"Oh Billy", Tessie scoffed, "What does this even mean?"

Billy gritted his teeth. This was the first time he had to bow down to such mediocrity. Girls who could make anyone's head turn would kill for a chance to worship his cock, and here he was, begging for a handjob from a middle aged masseuse.

" Please Boss!...stroke my dick...let me cum!"

Tessie guffawed, her laughter echoing across the room.

"The great sportsman, begging for release...I gladly accept this dare"

Tessie swiftly grasped his dick and began to sensuously rub it, all the way down, then up. The rhythm was backed by Billy's soft moans. She too grew flushed as her own hand reached inside her shorts, the power she held over his muscular body and his mind making her labia wet.

The sound of oiled skin rubbing against the other filled the room. The anticipation of imminent release hung in the air.

​It began as a subtle but unmistakable sensation. Billy felt a thread of pain slowly pulsing from the shaft of his penis toward his spine. He chose to ignore it, pushing it aside for the thirst-quenching itch growing in his cock.

​But he couldn't for long. The pain began traveling to a familiar place. From his spine, it slithered toward his neck.

​From his neck, it sprang toward his jaw. Toward the weak spot that had become his bane.

​Billy couldn't exactly figure out what was wrong with his body, but the foreseeable consequence shook him to his core. He clenched his toes, his nails digging deep into the thin mattress supporting him.

​"Are you going to cum?", Tessie asked, a hint of hunger in her eyes.

​"Don't...stop it...stop stroking my dick!"

​"You want me to...edge you?"

​"Nuh...no...just stop stroking...leave my dick"

​Before Tessie could fully grasp his intent, she had already stroked him a couple more times.

​"No...ugh...not like this...please stop!"

​It all happened in an instant.

​A needle-like burning sensation shot from the tip of his penis to his jaw, like a snake leaping toward its prey. The pain spread through the hairlike nerves in his jaw.

​At that precise moment, Tessie flicked her wrist, making Billy arch his back.

​"Ughh...Mommy...not again!", Billy screamed.

​It was this sentence that broke Tessie's trance.

​Before succumbing to darkness, Billy outlined the thick load he had released through his blurred vision. As consciousness left him, he felt drops of his fluid landing on his body.