The bell above the door of the local boxing gym chimed as I walked in, my muscles tense and ready for a workout. I scanned the room, my eyes taking in the familiar faces of the regulars. But there was one new face in the corner, a petite teenage catboy with wide, scared eyes.
I smirked to myself, a devious plan already forming in my mind. I strutted over to him, my hips swaying with confidence. "Hey there, kitty," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "You look like you could use a sparring partner."
The catboy stammered out a rejection, citing his inexperience. I feigned disappointment, but inside, I was seething with anger. How dare he reject me? I was the reigning champion of this gym, and here was this little kitten thinking he could turn me down.
I challenged him to a friendly match, but as soon as we started, I laid into him with all my strength. He was no match for me, and he soon fell to the ground, crying out in pain. But I didn't stop there. I continued my assault, feeling a strange thrill from the power I held over him. With each punch, I could see the fear in his eyes, and it only made me want to hurt him more.
"You're not so tough, are you, kitty?" I taunted, enjoying the way he flinched at my words. I was in control here, and it was a heady feeling.
I started up again, relishing the sound of his screams and cries. I could feel my arousal growing, fueled by the knowledge that I was hurting an innocent soul. This was wrong, I knew it, but I couldn't stop. I was too far gone.
Finally, I tired of the game, my body humming with pleasure. I looked down at the catboy, his face red and bruised from my blows. I had to admit, he was a cute little thing, even with the tears streaming down his face.
An idea sparked in my mind, a wicked smile spreading across my face. I straddled his chest, my weight pressing down on him. He struggled beneath me, but I was too strong. I leaned down, my face hovering just above his. I could hear his ragged breathing, his fear palpable.
"You should have said yes, kitty," I whispered, my voice thick with desire. I ground my hips, feeling a surge of pleasure as I asphyxiated him. His body went limp beneath me, but I didn't stop. I continued to ride his face, my orgasm building with each passing moment.
I cried out in pleasure, my body shaking with the force of my release. When it was over, I finally came to my senses, gasping for air as I realized what I'd done. I looked down at the catboy, his face pale and lifeless.
For a moment, I felt a twinge of guilt. But it was quickly replaced by satisfaction. I'd taken what I wanted, and I wasn't sorry. I stood up, wiping my hands on my pants. "Better luck next time, kitty," I said, a cruel smile on my face.
I left the gym, my mind clear and focused. I'd gotten what I needed, and I was ready for whatever came next.
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