Karen gives him hope

Billy checked his phone. It was Karen. His heart sank, ready to be humiliated. But as they began exchanging messages, he found that Karen has something else in mind…

A few miles away, a certain smug, rich bitch milf had been thinking to herself. She owned Billy now, that much was clear. Heather’s athletic brat was Karen’s property. But as much as Karen liked being in control, she didn’t like owning cheap, damaged goods. If Billy was going to be worth keeping, she had to make sure that his ownership maintained a certain prestige.

Karen: Still with me, brain fog boy?

Billy rolled his eyes, frustrated at how he had played into her hands. She really loved that “brain fog” idea, didn’t she? The idea that her win was still hanging over him, that she had damaged his sharp mind. Well, it wasn’t entirely untrue…

Billy sighed, and began typing his reply in that same dazed, Karen-owned act. If this smug milf was still riding today’s high and wanted a little nightcap, he’d give it to her, to keep her satisfied and off his back.

Billy: im here. u really fucked me up tho. cant fuckign think staight.

A few months ago, he never could have imagined falling this low. Humiliating himself for the pleasure of a middle-aged bitch like Karen.

Karen: God, you’re fucking pathetic. I barely touched you.

Billy’s hand unconsciously slid under the waistband of his pants, and began slowly stroking his growing cock under the covers as he read Karen’s insulting message. At least he was getting something out of this too, even if it was just horny energy at the way she callously dominated him. He started to think of another brain-fogged reply, but then he saw the three dots that meant Karen was typing something else for him.

Karen: I’ve done some thinking. You’re not going back to boxing practice.

Billy’s heart almost stopped. No… Was Karen really going to alienate him from his one opportunity at reclaiming his reputation? He couldn’t let her do that to him.

Billy: but i like boxing

Karen: No. You’ll only get yourself knocked out like some chump fraud. I’ve made up my mind.

Billy: pls

It was hard to argue with her while maintaining his woozy, fucked-up cover, and even harder with one hand stroking his dick, but Billy was **** to try anyway. He knew that revealing he wasn’t as damaged as he had advertised would only piss Karen off more. He had to keep up the act if he wanted any chance of compromise here. But when her next message came through, Billy realized he hadn’t been understanding what she meant.

Karen: I want to preserve that weakening chin of yours. I want that dozy brain to heal up nicely. You’re worth more to me as the handsome, charming young undefeated boxing champion than you are as just another bruised, sluggish, beat-down, low-value loser.

Billy’s heart leapt. Wait, was Karen actually saying she wanted to… Help him? Help get him back to his former self, help mend the damage that had been done to him?

He knew that this “help” would come, of course, with the caveat that he would be indebted to her for life. That her video KO’ing him would hold power over him forever. But it was the best chance Billy had at regaining some respect. Besides, the only world where that video DIDN’T have power over him, was a world where everyone had already seen him lose just as embarrassingly to someone else. In a choice between those worlds, he’d rather Karen’s video remain powerful and compromising.

Still, he had to reply in character. Karen would be furious if she knew he’d lied to her about how bad of a state he was really in. So when Billy typed his reply, though he was careful to not disgust Karen enough for her to give up on him as fixable, he made sure to add a certain layer of drowsy “brain fog”.

Billy: u think im handsome?

Karen: Ugh. Fucking moron.

In real life, Karen rolled her eyes. She knew she’d fucked this boy up real good, but the extent of it seemed truly excessive. It was hard to believe how much she had wrecked the cocky asshole who she had met in the boxing ring. Still… Despite her outward portrayal of annoyance, an unacknowledged part of her fucking loved it. The way he was acting so stupid. She had to fight back a smile, rereading his idiotic message.

Besides… Unworthy of her attention or not, she did have to begrudgingly admit that he was a handsome young man. A one-pump chump, sure, but good to look at, with an appealing dick if he could just figure out how to last. He would never be her equal, but perhaps Karen had her own reasons for giving him this opportunity. He had potential. She enjoyed being around such a crushed, dominated mind… And she was feeling generous after that wonderful orgasm she’d had on this handsome young man’s face.

Karen: You’re going to be staying at my house, doing housework, and healing up that ruined brain of yours. You can train in my gym to sharpen up, but no sparring with anyone. Tell your bitch of a mom that you’ve found yourself a live-in internship for some extra cash. Once you’re better, only then can you go to your club again. You can defend your belt. You’ll continue doing my housework. And I can beat the brakes off you in private for my exercise, until I’m finally bored of you. Understand?

It was an **** offer. Karen would basically be taking over Billy’s life until he was better again. But the way things were going, it might be his only shot.

His life was falling apart fast. Anna was teasing him to no end, and he’d had his first slip-up in front of his boxing club. If things continued, it wouldn’t be long before he lost his belt to a humiliating, public knockout. Or until Carly came looking to get that closure she’d been denied right at the very edge.

As bitchy a milf as Karen was, spending some time healing with someone who WASN’T trying to knock him out was exactly what Billy needed. If that meant becoming Karen’s special little project, and forever owing his future boxing career to a sneering milf, then so be it. At least he would have a future boxing career.

Billy: ok. ill tell her. thank u. ur saving me.

Karen: And don’t you dare talk to Selena unless spoken to while you’re staying here. If you try anything with her that I don’t approve of, I’ll ruin what’s left of your shoddy brain until your whole life is spent in a brain fog. Is that clear?

Billy: yes pls dont ruin my brain. its so sore and hard 2 think. u wrecked me. pls dont

Karen: You’re such a fucking mess.

Billy: im your mess. you made a mess of me.

Karen smirked as she read that final message.

Karen: Be here tomorrow. If you can even remember how to get here.

With that, the deal was made. Billy would be living and working at Karen’s house until he was healed… Or until he got bored of him… Or until she got mad at him. But for now, Billy had just the tiniest bit of hope that things might go back to the way they used to be.

And, disgusted as Karen acted, sneering at his dumbass texts… She kind of loved it too. She loved what she’d apparently done to him. She loved that her pussy had given him a brain fog, and that her milf punches had scrambled his brains. And she was looking forward to however many days she was about to spend commanding “brain-fog boy” around her large, expansive estate. Doing as she pleased with the young man. Satisfying herself by fucking his face, and threatening to crush his woozy chin if he stepped out of line. She would be in complete control.

Going to that boxing seminar had yielded much more favorable results than she ever would have expected.