Beginning of a beatdown

"...and stop smirking like an idiot!"

Stacy couldn't resist throwing a warning punch at Billy's chest, hoping to wipe that irritating smirk off his face.

And it worked, but not in the way she thought.

Boxing gloves produce a distinct ring when they're smashed onto a hard surface. The gloves Stacy was wearing, however, produced a slightly delayed second ring accompanied with the first, which could only be perceived by a professional.

Billy, being an experienced boxer, of course noticed that. The sharp burning sensation he felt on his chest where Stacy's fist had landed confirmed any remaining suspicion.

The gloves were loaded.

Why Lucy had these gloves or if Stacy knew their power were questions for later. Right now, all he could think about was how his carefully laid plan had fallen apart.

This wasn't supposed to be a Heather two-point-o. Billy wanted to experience the ecstatic thrill of a knockout without actually losing consciousness, so he could cherish this event in his head again and again.

The sudden realisation made Billy grow pale, and Stacy was quick to notice.

"...now be a good boy for mommy and take your words back...", she replied as her words shook with barely contained rage.

"Ye...yes...I mean...you are s...superior...Linda is a nob...nobody...", Billy blabbered out.

"An itsy bitsy punch and the champion starts kissing my ass...again"

Billy could do nothing but growl silently.

"Your dick seems quite happy with your confession...", Stacy continued, casually tugging his cock behind her back.

It was true. Billy, though frustrated with how things had unravelled, was cherishing, in the darkest depth of his mind, the same way he did before the Heather incident.

His perverted soul relished Stacy’s domination. Yet, deep within, a faint light flickered, warning him of the dire consequences his momentary weakness might bring.

Gulping in his ego, Billy spoke, each word deliberate.

"...I forfeit...I...I accept..."

"Wait...", Stacy interjected. Billy winced as he felt Stacy shifting her weight on his abs.

She leaned closer, placing her gloved fists on either side of his head.

"...you want this don't you..."

Billy didn't even realise he was holding his breath.

"...Billy the champ likes getting dominated by women..."

Stacy leaned further, her lips almost touching his, her voice barely a whisper.

"...women like me..."

A weak "No" was all Billy could muster.

"Kneeling in your birthday suit...kissing my poop hole...you do realise I poop from there huh?"

Billy cringed.

"...and now begging me...'I forfeit'...", Stacy continued, imitating his tone.

"...you just love your roleplays...don't you?"

Thick droplets of sweat had condensed all over Billy's face, resembling a leaf covered in the early morning dew.

"...So...", Stacy drew out, "...I think what you really want..."

Without even caring to complete her sentence, Stacy had thrown a punch..

...right on Billy's cheek.