Actaul Defeat

The bell rang.

Instead of starting with a fierce attack, Ellie approached me calmly and playfully, testing the waters with simple jabs that we exchanged while keeping our guards up, all while I was distracted by her vanilla scent.

“I’ve been watching you closely,” she whispered. “You can’t wait to lose.”

She circled around me, her hips swaying with every step, her stars-and-stripes bikini reflecting the dim lights of the gym. I made the effort to turn slowly, so every time I tried to face her she was already somewhere else: behind me, beside me, always just out of my sight but always close enough to brush against me with her shoulder or the curve of her hip.

She took advantage of this to give me little taps on my abdomen and pelvis, grazing my cock with her gloves.

“You’re so stiff,” she teased, slipping under my guard to press her body against mine. Her glove brushed my abs, light as a feather, stopping just above the waistband of my shorts. “Ten years of boxing and you can’t even relax?”

I threw a jab. She dodged it effortlessly, just as I’d taught her, and her counterpunch to my ribs felt like a kiss.

“I got you.”

“That doesn’t count,” I growled, but my voice came out hoarse and broken.

“What about this?” she said, and her glove found my cock through my shorts—just a brief, firm caress, nothing like the brutal treatment I’d endured from other opponents. This was worse. “I can tell how much you want this. How much you want me to win.”

She hopped back before I could grab her, smiling, her dark blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Want to teach me something else?” she said, raising her gloves into the perfect stance I’d shown her no more than twenty minutes earlier. “Come on, Jack. Hit me.”

I stepped in, throwing a measured combination: a double jab followed by a hook. She blocked the first, dodged the second, and let the hook graze her shoulder as she closed the distance with an uppercut to my midsection. Her body pressed against mine as her fist penetrated my perfectly toned muscles, which I hadn’t specifically hardened for this. Her thigh slid between my legs, applying just enough pressure to make me moan as the breath left my body. A satisfied purr escaped her lips.

“You’re predictable,” she whispered against my neck, brushing my skin with her lips. “You always start with your right. You always reach too far. It’s as if you want me to catch you.”

She pulled away from me, spinning around, and pushed me forward with a tap on the butt.

“Hey!”

She just laughed, already starting to circle around me again, hopping on her toes.

I tried to push her against the ropes, using my reach and strength to keep her from escaping. But Ellie was smaller, faster, and had learned faster than I’d imagined. She slipped under my arm, her bikini-clad body sliding against mine, and when she reappeared behind me, both her gloves were on my hips

“Got you...Again,” she whispered, pulling me against her again. I could feel her breasts against my back, her thigh pressing between mine from behind, her warm breath against my ear. “Can you feel it? It’s me, using what you didn’t teach me.”

Her right glove slid forward, squeezing me through my shorts, while her left hand traced patterns across my chest. Even though she wasn’t trying to make me come so quickly, her curiosity and sensuality had already made my knees weak and my cock tremble with excitement.

“You’re close,” she observed, running her thumb around the wet spot she’d found. “Already? We haven’t even hit two minutes yet.”

“Ellie…”

“Shh.” She bit my earlobe, gently but firmly. “I’m busy studying. You said I needed experience, right?”

She let go of me and pushed me toward the center of the ring. I stumbled, off-balance, humiliated, and incredibly aroused. She followed me slowly, savoring every step, her gloves dangling loosely at her sides as if she didn’t even need them.

“Take off your shorts,” she said.

“What?”

“Take them off.” She stopped in front of me, looking up with those innocent dark blue eyes that hid absolutely no innocence. “Do you think I’m afraid of you? You’re mine now—obey me.”

“I’m not…”

She hit me before I could finish: a quick punch to the dick, not hard enough to hurt me, but enough to make me lurch forward in surprise. Her other gloved fist struck my chin, lifting my gaze to meet his.

“You’re already mine, Jack. The only question is whether you’ll admit it gracefully or force me to work for it.” She smiled, a sweet, devastating smile. “And I love working for it.”

She began hitting me in the face with renewed vigor, with wild punches that were neither precise nor powerful. She took out all her frustrations and worries on me, smiling with pure joy and free of everything. I didn’t even realize how, but at some point she managed to pull my pants off, between one punch and the next.

“Much better,” she purred, wrapping one hand around me the entire length. Her grip was firm, and her thumb kept caressing the sensitive underside in a way that made my hips jerk involuntarily.

“Please…”

“Please what?” She was pressed against my back again, her clothed body against my bare skin, her hand stimulating me slowly, torturously. “Please make yourself come? Please stop?” Her teeth brushed my shoulder. “Please keep going...”

She made me walk toward the corner of the ring, where she shoved me, causing me to stagger. I turned with my back against the corner, and she immediately grabbed my face to kiss me, while landing another punch—this time to my balls—with her free hand.

The kiss-and-punch combination literally knocked the wind out of me, while she massaged the spot she’d hit, sending shivers through my entire body.

I was trembling for real. Ten years of dominance, of defeated opponents and unbroken victories, and this slender girl with glitter on her cheeks had me trembling like a leaf.

She broke off the kiss and shoved me back into the corner. A series of devastating punches to the face followed, delivered with her single remaining glove, sending me crashing into the ropes.

When I came to, I noticed she had positioned me with one leg on each of the ring’s lower ropes, sitting me on the second while my arms rested on the third.

“Look up,” she ordered.

I did. She was standing in front of me, the winner in every sense that mattered, with her bikini still in place, her golden glove raised in triumph while her bare hand continued to stroke my cock with agonizing slowness.

“Say it,” she said softly.

“Say what?”

“That I won. That you lost to a rookie.” She leaned in, her white hair falling all over her face like a bush, her smile pure mischief. “That you’re mine, Jack. Say it, and I’ll let you come.”

I tried to resist. I tried to find pride, anger—anything.

But her hand moved just the right way, her thumb pressing that perfect spot, her face and mouth just a few centimeters from my cock, her warm breath teasing every fantasy I had, and the words slipped out of my mouth: “You won. I’m yours.”

“Good boy.”

She didn’t keep me waiting. She knelt down in front of me, still wearing her bikini top, her eyes locked on mine as she stroked me to the brink, then began licking the tip of my cock with her little tongue. I tried to hold back so I could savor her mouth, and I was rewarded. Her lips closed around my cock, and she began to suck it slowly, from the tip down to the middle. It took only a few seconds to break me, and I felt the impending orgasm shatter all my resistance, but right in that split second, Ellie pulled back and landed a hard uppercut on my balls.

An overwhelming orgasm followed that left me breathless; the combination of pain and extreme pleasure made me lose consciousness, and I emptied myself onto the ring mat, my semen sprayed into the air and over my defeated body.

She defeated me for real, I didn't just let her win. This humiliation will fuel my erotic fantasies and dreams for years to come.

Ellie stood up and let out a sarcastic laugh.

“The easiest match ever.” she said with a smug, but then whispered, “And the best lesson.”