Tim discovers he's a beta male.
by boxing fan



Tim rushed by his wife Sally and ran upstairs to change. Sally was waiting by
the front door with her arms crossed and obviously pissed. An increasingly
common scenario ...

He was late for the neighborhood pool party. He and Sally were the newest
members of the cul de sac and Sally was very concerned they not be late on
their first invite. She had a budding friendship with their next door
neighbors Jason and Susan Quinn ... and in Tim's mind was overly concerned
about making a good impression. Sally seemed infatuated with their new
neighbors in what Tim thought was a very superficial way. If Tim were to
analyze it he'd have guessed they represented what Sally thought she and Tim
should be ... in a perfect world. Which certainly left Tim feeling inadequate.

Jason had a great job at a well known silicon valley firm and was obviously
making really good money. Sally was a trainer at the hot local gym and
although she was pushing into her late 30s she had the body of a 20 year old.
They had a teenage daughter that they hadn't seen much of. Susan had recently
competed in a fitness competition and had taken 1st place in the novice
division. Sally was taking classes with Susan and seemed to be working out
constantly. She aspired to compete herself. She had been so focused on fitness
that the two of them had become like ships passing in the night they were so
busy.

Tim was an accountant for a tax preparation firm and with tax season in heavy
swing he'd been putting in 16 hour days and working weekends for what seemed
like months on end. Luckily it was getting into May and things had finally
started to settle down. He was looking forward to a long relaxing summer. He
was hoping to have some time to spend on his own health.

Tim's athletic efforts consisted mostly of power walking (which his wife made
fun of) but even that had diminished recently. Sally had been on him to hire
Susan to train him but he had resisted that. His brief social interactions
with Susan had not been good. Quite frankly he didn't like her. She was too
confident ... too good looking .. and treated him with only slightly disguised
condescension. She basically hit all his buttons ... the ones that struck the
same raw-nerve insecurities he'd had since middle school. He thought he had
left that far behind. She made him feel once again like the nerd talking
awkwardly with the head cheerleader. How did people like Susan manage to do
that to him? And they knew what they were doing ... Susan had probably been
perfecting that treatment of "uncool" people for most of her life. She just
simply oozed confidence ... or arrogance ... depending on your perspective.

And Susan's husband Jason was Tim's basic nightmare ... he seemed to be always
tanned with model good looks and from what Tim could tell he seemed to have a
body that would fit right into one of those "300" spartan films. Jason had
been some sort of athlete at UCLA ... maybe track ... he couldn't remember and
didn't want to. Jason paid almost no attention to Tim whatsoever. It was like
Tim didn't even exist. Where Susan would engage Tim but the look in her eyes
said "do i REALLY have to talk to you?" ... Jason didn't bother to talk to him
at all.

Tim ran into the bedroom and rummaged for some appropriate clothes for a pool
party. He didn't have much in that category and had to dig deep into their
chest of drawers. He found a pair of running shorts he didn't recognize and a
tank top plus some flip flops and came back down. The shorts were nylon nike's
and were ok around the waist but super baggy on his legs.

Sally was waiting for him at the bottom of the staircase and gave him a quick
glance and shook her head. "why are you wearing my workout shorts Tim? And
they don't even fit. This is what you get from "power-walking" I suppose. Oh
well Superman ... I guess that outfit will have to do because we're out of
time but I have the same pair on and we look ridiculous like we're the bobsy
twins ... idiot."

Sally let out an audible sigh and then headed out the door with Tim trying to
keep up. What the hell does that mean Sal? What am I supposed to do with that
comment? What do you mean Superman. I don't have time to workout 24/7 ..Im
busy putting a roof over our heads after all.

"Just grab your cape and try to keep up she replied ... "

Sally gave another humph ... and walked briskly toward the Quinn's back yard
with her awkward husband behind her taking note of how she seemed to fill out
the shorts much better than he did ... to his great embarrasment.

... ... ...

The party was already in full swing and it looked like a good part of the
neighborhood was there. Lots of children of various ages ... a good mix of
people. Some were swimming, many just milling around on the patio with
cocktails. Tim recognized the faces of a few but really didn't know anyone. He
wished their son Tim Jr who was away at Berkeley could be there to attend ...
it would be good for him to meet some people his own age and have some fun. He
was a phenomenal mathmetician and was on a full ride at school and had
actually gotten early admission ... on the down side all he seemed to do was
study. He was the apple of his mother's eye but was a carbon copy of his
father. Sally had worried about Tim Jr since he was an infant. Their son was
one of the anchors keeping their marriage together. He and Sally had had their
problems but focus on the raising of their son had given them a good reason to
always work things out. Now that Tim Jr was largely out of the house ... the
strain had started to show again.

Sally abandonded Tim at the bar and gravitated immediately to the circle of
friends that hovered around Susan. The classic clique. Was he back in high
school? Sheesh. I guess you never really escape.

The party wore on with Tim largely alone leaning against a wall and sipping an
some alcoholic umbrella drink. He stayed mostly in the shade afraid of the
bright sun ... he tended to burn rather than tan. After about 90 minutes of
this Tim was ready to go home and finally ventured over to where Sally was
engaged in a conversation with Susan about the benefits of some new workout
regimine that was all the rage.

Everyone ignored Tim when he came up including Sally ... . slightly pissed he
interrupted and suggested to Sally that it was time to go. Sally said nothing
but Susan actually piped in "are you sure Tim ... Sally's having a great time
... why don't you stay. Maybe you can settle our argument. What do you think
is the best for your overall health .. aerobic or anaerobic exercises? Sally
has been telling us about your power walking!"

Tim started to reply but realized by how Susan and her friends were grinning
that they were simply playing with him. "I don't think I have an opinion ...
let's go Sally."

I think Sally can make up her own mind and can get along fine here by herself
... why don't YOU just run along home instead.

Before he could think better of it ... Tim blurted back "why don't you mind
your own business you stuck up bitch" His pent up frustration had been
building for the whole day and it all came out at this moment .. or at least
for Tim it was quite an outburst. From someone who normally wouldn't say shit
if he had a mouth FULL of it.

Almost immediately he had a feeling of dread at the consequences of his
comment. Sally just stood there with a startled look. But Susan he could tell
was irate. She covered it well but he could see her true feelings in her
sparkling green eyes which narrowed as they looked at him.

Susan paused for a moment then took a step or two closer to Tim and with a big
smile said "here's what I think neighbor. I think you are a nerd. I think you
are a weakling. I think you are exactly what disgusts me about most men I run
across any more. I see them at the gym all the time. Skinny runts that sit at
a desk all day typing on a keyboard. I'm not a bitch I just have a tough time
looking at you with something less than disgust.

She let that sink in. Tim said nothing but knew his body language screamed
"weakness"

I bet I could beat the living shit out of you Tim. In fact, I think once
actually confronted you'll look for any way you can to escape. Am I wrong?"

Tim was scared shitless ... a little voice inside was telling him that he
should be looking for a convenient exit from this scenario in any way
possible. There was something about the look in Susan's eye that burned right
to his core.

Tim looked over at Sally and said ... we should probably go honey .. don't you
think?

Tim was stung when his wife thought for a split instant and then replied that
Susan deserved to be put in her place for what she had said. "You can't take
that from her honey ... she's questioning your manhood ... I want you to stand
up for our family and prove her wrong."

... ... ... .

Susan slipped out of her jogging shorts and now stood before him in only tiny
pink panties and a sports bra. Her physique was incredibly intimidating to
Tim. She was tanned and muscular like a gymnast with noticeable muscles in her
arms, shoulders and abdomen. But it was her legs that frightened him the most.
She didn't need to remover her shorts to deal with him but it was obvious she
wanted to show off for the crowd and most importantly to Tim.

The small neigborhood crowd formed a loose circle around the two combatants
... the men were alternately admiring Susan's body and pitying his own ... the
women he noticed all had smirks on their faces ... like they were going to
enjoy a woman taking on a man in a physical contest. And they all had the
sense that the woman in this case was going to come out on top.

Why don't you take off your muscle shirt Tim ... so I can see what I'm up
against. she said with an evil smile

Tim removed his shirt and heard whistles and hoots from his neighbors. He
heard some female voice utter to someone "He's a wimp ... he'll be lucky if
Susan doesn't kill him. Look at how much more muscular she is!" he glanced
over at the voice and recognized their neighbors on the other side of their
house. The wife looked at him with total disgust on her face. He didn't know
how he was going to show himself in the neighborhood after this debacle.

Another female voice behind him said "i would love to have a shot at this guy.
If there's anything left of him that is. Look at those skinny sticks ... I bet
I could snap them in half with mine." Tim couldn't help but look over his
shoulder at a young woman he didn't recognize but she did in fact have some
beautiful muscular legs ... . she saw him looking and pointed her finger down
at her legs and pulling up on one lef of her shorts with her other hand ..
flexed her leg for emphasis ... . she then started laughing at him "i think
you should devote your attention to the matter at hand Batman" What was it
with all the superhero references all the sudden ... .

Tim looked over at Sally for some support ... hoping she'd have a way out for
him but instead she motioned impatiently for him to him to do something ...
ANYTHING ... she looked exasperated/disgusted and emabarrased all at once. Tim
also noticed how muscular and fit his own wife was compared to him. She looked
perfectly at home in this crowd while he obviously felt totally out of place.

Susan took on a fighters stance and said to him "why don't you make the first
move Tim."

Tim moved forward awkwardly and not knowing what else to do threw a roundhouse
punch at his tormentor. He'd never tried to hit anyone before in his life and
it was obvious to the onloookers that he hadn't as well. With so little
athletic ability, he half stumbled as he attempted the punch. Susan who had
trained with boxing at the gym for years and was a huge UFC fan to boot ...
longed for this kind of real life exchange and was waiting for it.

She ducked smoothly to the side and in a flurry that would play over and over
in his mind for years to come despite how much he longed to forget ... she
planted one of her strong legs to the side and powered a brutal short rabbit
style punch with her left hand to Tim's ridiculously exposed right side ...
hitting him right below the ribs and close to the diaghram .. Tim felt like
he'd been disembowled it hurt so bad ... fire shot up through his chest but
before he could even react Susan followed with two quick jabs to his face with
her other hand ... one directly on his mouth ... the other on his nose. He
could actually hear the sound of the punches striking his face ... two
frighteningly loud smacking sounds.

Pain shot up through his head ... he saw stars and he realized he might have a
broken nose. as a final part of her planned combination ... Susan paused and
waited as Tim's body recoiled from the punishment ... she repositioned her
feet slightly and as Tim curled forward in a fetal position and reflexively
tried to protect his face she powered a brutal upper cut ... using her
muscular legs ... it landed right under his chin. Tim actually felt his whole
body rise with the force of the blow he didnt leave his feet but he was
weightless for a second before coming down in a heap at Susan's tanned feet.

The girls in the crowd all started laughing and clapping. there were a number
of high school girls on the soccer team at the party ... people's daughters
... who evidently loved seeing a powerful women deal out some punishment on a
man.

Tim rolled around in agony and finally pushed himself up to his knees. he
brought his hands gingerly up to his face and felt his nose and mouth. His
whole face was numb but he could tell that his nose was bent in an awkward
direction and he could taste blood in his mouth. He started to openly weep
when he realized she wasn't just beating him ... she was literally disfiguring
his face in front of everyone. He had been reduced to less than nothing by
this woman in about 10 seconds. He knew she could beat him to death with
another 10 seconds like the last. Not only did he feel less than a man ... .
he felt less than a woman too ... he was a pathetic worm in the eyes of
everyone there.

He noticed the woman with the muscular legs now behind Susan .. she made eye
contact with him and then when she had his attention she said to Susan so that
everyone could hear ... "can I have this little faggot next Susan?" at that
there were more laughs and hisses and hoots ... .

The group of 3 or 4 athletic looking soccer girls were all bent over laughing
and a couple of them started flexing their arms and legs at him when they
noticed his attention.

Susan now walked up to him close. It was obvious the fight was over.

He looked up at his tormentor ... she put her one hand on his head and took a
fistfull of his hair ... . she took her other hand and curled it into a nice
bicep flex. The dominance on display was stunning. Not only had she physically
beaten him now she was flexing her body over the top of him.

In Tim's dazed state he started taking notice of strange things ... in an
almost mind out of body way. His face was only inches away from Susans body
and he noticed her six pack abs standing out on her midsection .. the
definition extending all the way down to the tiny triangle of fabric at her
crotch. Her sexy little panties were lingerie intended for the bedroom. But to
Tim their sexiness simply served to remind him he was being destroyed by a
woman.

Tim's head was held firm but he was able to move his eyes down to her thighs
and was strangely fascinated by the tanned muscular ridges that ran down from
Susan's hips to the nice little muscular bulges around her knees. They made
his own legs seem beyond ridiculous they were so much more athletic. Susan
tightened her grip and forced his face to look up at her from his position in
front of her still on his knees.

I was going to take it easy on you ... you freaking weakling ... but seeing
you on your knees AND crying makes me want to puke. She looked over at Sally
... "why don't you take this sorry excuse for a man home Sally before he ends
up with some permanent damage."

And you little man ... you better watch your mouth around me in the future.
she released his hair and gave him a small smack on the cheek for emphasis.

What happened after that was a blur .. he remembered Sally basically carrying
him home ... he had his arm over her shoulder and he couldn't put any weight
on his legs so half the way she was dragging him like a rag doll ... he
vaguely remembered one of the teenage girls from the soccer team coming over
to help in a mocking way but really just wanting to get her muscular legs in
her team umbra shorts up close in comparison to his own for a picture which
produced more laughs from her friends who posed in front of him as everyones
iphones snapped shots. It wasn't until a few days later that it fully sunk in
that pictures of the beating were going to end up all over the internet.

Sally had to stop half way as Tim began heaving and puking in their driveway
... Sally got him into their bathroom. She looked at his rapidly swelling face
and crooked and bruised nose and rather than looking concerned she looked
disgusted. She roughly stuffed some tissues into his nostrils to stop the
bleeding. Tim noticed that his eyes were starting to blacken from his nose
out. He was going to be a racoon in the morning. He also noticed a red welt on
his chest where Susan had struck him and his upper lip had a nasty cut in it.

Susan just looked at him in the mirror and shook her head.

I thought I married a man ... but boy did Susan disabuse me of that notion
this afternoon ... . i have never been so humiliated in my life. How can you
even live with yourself???

She punched him on the shoulder not so much to hurt him but more to get his
attention and elicit a response. Well? Tim said nothing. The numbness and
shock was starting to turn into an intense throbbing. He just looked at Susan
and tears welled up in his eyes again.

If you start to fucking cry you little faggot I will do you worse than Susan.
Do you hear me?

Tim couldn't help it ... he felt horribly abandoned by everyone and he hurt
like hell. His eyes started to water and he sniffled a few times as he tried
hard to stop from openly crying again.

Susan reached out and yanked her own shorts off of him ... leaving him in
nothing but his loose fitting calvin klein mini-briefs in front of the
bathrrom mirrror. He knew he looked beyond pathetic. In the harsh bathroom
lights his white skin was startling compared to Sally's dark healthy tan.

Sally pulled her own shorts off ... leaving her in tiny flowered panties and a
sports bra ... then she looked at him in the mirror and flexed her biceps for
him to see. What do you think of that faggot? What's it feel like to have a
wife with more muscle than you? I knew i was getting more muscular but i
assumed you were still stronger because i THOUGHT you were a man with some
test flowing from a real set of balls!

Flex your arms for me husband ... . show me what you've got. Tim looked at his
wife and shuddererd at the nice little biceps that popped up from his wife's
tanned arms. One of her arms he noticed had a visible vein flowing over the
tight ball of muscle.

The bicep pose was such an iconic display of strength ... it was somehting a
man was supposed to do with pride ... not do in embarrasment in front of a
wife that had bigger muscles.

Tim brought his arms up into position but didn't even bother to flex them he
felt so outclassed.

"Not gonna even try to compare huh?" she slapped him hard on the cheek first
one direction and then backhand. Now Tim really started to sob in earnest ...
it was too much. Tim fell to the floor. Sally walked up close to him and stood
over him dominantly. putting a finger in his face she said "you are going to
challenge Susan to another match and you had better put up a decent fight this
time or so help me I will humiliate you like you can't even imagine. I don't
expect you to win ... look at you ... but you had at least better last more
than 10 seconds and get some shots in yourself ... . good lord.

Sally grabbed him by the hair and dragged him into their bedrooom to the foot
of their bed. Tim was on his knees again in front of her ... "Sally, just
leave me alone" he pleaded.

Sally grabbed his hair again and stepping over his shoulders with each leg she
secured his face between her thighs and locked her ankles ... she roughly
rammed his head up high into her legs with his mouth against her crotch and
just his eyes exposed. Tim was long past any resistance ...

You think this is bad Tim ... look at you ... but if you dont take on Susan
again ... i am going to bend that skinny body of yours until your littel dick
is almost in your own mouth ... you think I can't do it? Isn't that
appropriate for a pansy like you to be sucking on a dick even if it's your
own?

And maybe I'll use a strapon on you all night long ... if you're going to act
like a pussy and LOOK like a pussy I'm going to treat you like a pussy.

Tim was sobbing so bad now his chest was heaving but his head was held so
tightly by Sally's flexed thighs that he couldn't move a milimeter ... he
brought his hand up on each of Sallys thighs ... his hands felt tiny agains
the broad expanse of hard muscle he felt under his fingers ... his hands felt
the deep groove down each side of her legs ...

He didn't know what to do or say. He just looked up at his wife and hoped
she'd have some mercy and end this soon.

Sally scrunched up her face in extra effort and tightened her legs more ... .
she wanted to crush the ridiculous beaten up face looking up at her ...

Tim couldnt say a word but his hands moved frantically all over her legs
trying to pry them off to no avail.

Sally finally released him and he slumped back against the bed. She walked
towared the door "I'm gonna go for a drive and calm down. Tomorrow we'll get
you to the doc ... you can take some advil for now. You'll live till tomorrow.
That nose is going to have to be set and that lip probably stitched. In the
meantime we both have some thinking to do. I am definitely going to talk to
Susan ... and you WILL acquit yourself better. Your behaviour doesn't just
reflect on you ... it affects me as well.

I suggest you get yourself cleaned up. With that she left Tim on the floor.

... ... ..

Amazingly Tim's week progressed normally ... if a visit to the doctor where
you lied to him about running into a door to explain your obviously beaten up
face was normal? Sally was curt with him for sure but they were so busy with
so many commitments that they didn't have much time for recriminations or
further conversation about that horrible sunday at the pool party.

On Thursday evening Sally came in after coming back from the gym and her
session with Susan. I have an interesting proposition from Susan. Tim knew he
must have had a deer in the headlights look at the mere mention of susan. She
says she won't get any where near you again. BUT, she said she'd be happy if
each of us would put up another member of the family for another match. Sally
paused and then sat down at the table across from Tim. She wants her daughter
Kelly to take on Tim Jr.

(part 2 ... Tim Jr's decent into Beta man territory)