Humiliation of my boyfriend
by key.alexia@yahoo.com



My boyfriend Mike and I were at a party outside that evening. I knew my ex
would be there too, but I did not think it would be a problem. I had talked to
my boyfriend about my ex a couple of times, mostly about his physical
abilities. My ex was quite athletic and agile. Moreover, he had started karate
at the age of six, and had earned the black belt by the time we were together.
For some reasons, my boyfriend got always angry when I talked about that. My
bf and I had just gotten together a couple of weeks earlier. I liked him
because he looked and behaved like a tough guy. I like when guys show their
masculinity. He looked even more aggressive that evening, mainly because of
his look. He was wearing army pants, combat boots and a blue Levi's denim
jacket covering a black t-shirt. That kind of look makes a guy appear even
tougher and makes me scream in bed. To be honest, from the beginning of the
party on I was already wishing to be in bed with him. We went a bit away from
the main place of the party and started to make out. We kissed, while his
boner was pressing against my crotch and stomach. Grabbing my ass he lifted
me, so that I could feel his dick on my ass. Then he put me back, unzipped his
pants and pushed me down. I gave him head while he was grabbing my hair.

After a while we stopped and went to get a drink. The plan was to move to a
room nearby and continue there. His boner was clearly visible from his pants.
While I was getting two drinks, I noticed that my boyfriend had ran into the
group of my ex that was standing nearby. My ex kind of blocked his way and
made some remarks about the visible bulge in his crotch. My ex was wearing
army pants as well and a t-shirt that showed his athletic figure. And there it
all started to go downside for my boyfriend. Mike, being sure that I was
watching, tried to prove a point by punching him. My ex gigged, almost as if
he had just been waiting for that. He just moved on his side and grabbed his
arm while punching Mike's stomach with his elbow. He then rapidly moved Mike's
arm behind his back, bent him backwards and pushed onto his chest. The bulge
in his pants was still a bit visible, which gave me like a strange sensation
of pleasure. My bf fell down while my ex and his group of friends laughed
aloud. There was no match, my ex was just much stronger and faster. Mike came
back to his feet and attacked again my ex running towards him. My hex stopped
the attack with a blow into Mike's stomach and grabbing his arm. Again, he
forced Mike's arm behind his back, and pushed, forwards this time, with his
arm onto his upper-back. He forced him to bend onto a chopped tree-trunk that
served as a table. Mike's boner was fully gone by now. Discretely I was
touching myself somehow enjoying the scene. My ex was giggling calmly glancing
at me from time to time. Mike was bending forward, his right arm behind his
back, with his head partially hidden behind my ex's arm.

"Ahhhhh, please", my boyfriend started to say. "please ... what?" my ex
replied always calm and giggling. "Let me go." "Hahah, why should I?" "You
should find yourself a real man, not this wimp," he then added sarcastically
looking at me. He then grabbed the collar of Mike's denim jacket and put his
arm below Mike's neck. "Say that you are sorry," he said seriously. My
boyfriend, almost crying, said with a shaking voice: "sorry ... sorry!"
"Yeahhh ... and now say that you are not a real man, and that I am the man
here." My boyfriend hesitated, but my ex just put a bit more pressure onto his
arm and my boyfriend quickly followed "You are the real man here, I am not a
man. I am not a man!" "Hahah you learned it hahah, good!" was the reply of my
ex. He then grabbed him again by his jacket's collar and and pushed him onto
the ground. "Yeahh, that's what happens when you try to face a real man!" was
my ex's remark. I, on my side, I couldn't stop getting excited at this
demonstration of power.

My ex looked at me a couple of times, he knew all too well that I liked men
being men. When he threw my boyfriend onto the ground, he was careful to do
throw him towards where I was standing. Then, knowing that I also like stuff
like denim or leather jackets on guys and wanting to fully humiliate my
boyfriend , he went to my Mike and took his. "You won't use this, you are
going home anyway haha" said he while stripping my bf's Levi's jacket from
him. He put the jacket on with the collar popped up, and then went away. After
some seconds I went to my boyfriend, who was more hurt in his ego than
physically, and tried to help him. Physically he was ok, my ex had never lost
control and had not hurt him seriously, but his self-confidence was destroyed.

Back in the room I tried to do my duty and console him, even trying to have
sex as planned. Yet, his confidence in bed was as low as it could have been in
that situation, and we ended up not really doing anything. The problem
concerned me as well: how could I take him seriously as a man, after the
humiliation he had suffered in front of me? Moreover, my ex had taken from him
his jacket, without him being able to do anything. That night, while he was
sleeping, I masturbated a couple of times thinking about my ex and wondering
what the future would have in store.

(To be continued? Please send your comments, criticisms, ideas to:
key.alexia@yahoo.com)