Billy gets some bad news.

Billy woke up groggy, not knowing where he was or what had happened. As his eyes started to focus, he recognized the gym lights. From there, he dimly realized he was lying on his back, with Lucy kneeling next to him. He slowly turned his aching head to look at her.

Lucy looked gloriously hot, as usual, and her bare legs were very close to his face. She was looking at him with a concerned look.

"Billy? Are you okay?" she asked.

Had she knocked him out? He didn't even remember.

The last thing he remembered was a particularly painful punch to his ribs. Something must have happened after that though.

"Billy....I hate to say it, but you got knocked out. And....I wasn't even going full strength. More like half strength," Lucy said.

Billy couldn't respond, his brain was too foggy for him to think of any answer.

Then Lucy dropped a bomb on him.

"I can't let you box in my club anymore," she said sadly.

"Whyy?" Billy whined.

"Have you heard of glass jaw syndrome?" Lucy asked. "It happens to boxers, even really good ones. They get knocked out once, and it gets easier to knock them out. Each time they get knocked out, they get weaker and weaker. Now I know this is the first time I've seen you get knocked out....but tell me the truth, have you been knocked out by someone else lately?" she asked.

Billy's blood ran cold at the thought that his knockout fetish was suddenly ruining his real-life boxing career. He thought about his knockouts. Twice by his mom Heather during boxing matches, with the loaded gloves. Twice more by her post-match humiliation routine. His face burned as he remembered being **** to kiss her perfect ass. Then once by Anna, the most embarrassing yet. Then again by Karen, who had no advantage except for her perfectly sculpted MILF body. Then almost by Carly--if Lucy hadn't called it, Billy had no doubt that he would have been knocked out in another couple of seconds. And now by Lucy as well.

"Well?" she asked.

"No, Lucy...only you," Billy lied shamefully. He couldn't allow her to know what he'd been doing to himself. Or more accurately, what he'd been letting every woman in his life do to him.

He could tell she didn't believe him. But she didn't push it. "Either way, you need to take a long break so that you can heal fully," she insisted. "You're the most promising boxer in this club, I'm not going to let you throw that away."

Billy started to panic. "Please," he begged, rolling onto his side and putting his hands on Lucy's thighs. "I need this, I need to box, it's my whole life," he said, getting carried away and beginning to kiss her legs. Lucy jumped at this, not used to having her body worshipped, but she didn't stop him.

He seemed very pathetic, and Lucy couldn't help but feel sympathy for her (former) best boxer. She decided to give him some hope.

"Well, I'll tell you what. You can't be boxing men your own size, that's for sure. I'm not even going to let you box Carly again, she's obviously too dangerous. But if I see a suitable opponent for you to spar with, I will let you know."

Billy thanked her and went to start kissing her body again, but Lucy pulled away and got up. Billy looked up at her as she stood over him.

"Can I give you some advice?" she asked. Billy just nodded.

"You need to do something to build your confidence, too. I don't know what's going on with you, but the Billy of two months ago wouldn't beg. Maybe see a counselor or something. You can't be a successful fighter with the attitude you have right now...it's kind of pathetic." She wasn't trying to be mean, but her comments hit Billy hard anyway. He shifted his weight to try to hide the fact that Lucy was making his cock hard.

"Now get out of here, it's late," Lucy said, and walked off. Billy couldn't help but stare at her tight, firm butt as she walked away from him. But something was nagging at his mind.

It was late....how late was it? Billy checked his phone, suddenly remembering he had to be at Karen's at 4 to cook dinner.

It was 5:30. Billy's heart dropped into his stomach. He gathered his things, wondering what Karen might do to him for being an hour and a half late.