THE TALE OF THE BEATEN MAN
By Beaten Man humbled@abeatenman.com
This Time  I Tell My Story 


I often wonder why I write of so many others. Is it because I am afraid to
speak for myself? Have I become that humbled,,,,,that beaten?

It all started so innocently. It's hard now, looking back, to believe what a
state my life has degenerated into. I was once proud and strong, a man amongst
men. Now my life has been turned upside down, and all because I thought I
could have my cake and eat it too.

Well now my cake has eaten me.

I imagine it would be best to start at the beginning. Hard as it may be to
believe it now, a scant ten years ago I was a star quarterback for my High
School football team, the Big Man on Campus. I was so popular with the girls
it was actually corrupting. I was the quintessential high school jock. I
lettered in baseball, basketball and, of course football.

I won a football scholarship to a small Mid State college and started my
Sophomore and Junior years. Only an injury that sidelined me my entire Senior
year prevented me from setting most of the school's passing records and going
on to at least a shot at the Pros.

The limited fame I won playing college ball did, however, enable me to land a
pretty decent job selling high priced sports cars when I graduated. My job
left me plenty of spare time to continue staying active in sports and plenty
of spare cash to continue my favorite hobby, pursuing and bedding beautiful
women.

I was an even better bachelor than I was a jock. The steady stream of good
looking women coming and going from my bedroom made me the envy of all the men
I knew. I don't want to sound conceited but I was considered quite a prize in
those heady days. Six foot, one inch tall with a full head of long black hair
and green, bedroom eyes.. I was 215 pounds of muscular manhood making almost a
hundred thousand a year. Some of the women I bedded were world class lookers.

I had it all. Health, youth, money, looks and the freedom to enjoy them. By
the time I met Lori I was a twenty six year old bachelor legend.. That was two
years ago.

Lori was simply the most stunning woman I'd ever seen. She had long, wavy,
honey golden blonde hair and such deep aqua blue eyes you would swear you were
looking into the Caribbean oceans. A five foot nine inch, one hundred and
fifty five pound bombshell.

Her flawlessly tanned, femininely muscled body made Carmen Electra's look like
it belonged to a boy. Lori was a 37C - 23 - 37 tribute to the feminine form..

Strong and athletic, she had been a cheerleader and a gymnast at a rival high
school when we were growing up and had gone out of state to attend college on
a gymnastic scholarship after graduating. That's probably the only reason we
had not gotten together sooner. She was a year younger than me and by the time
she was old enough to have caught my attention we had both left town

But we live in a relatively small city and there is only one decent health spa
in the whole town. When she came home after finishing college she, of course,
joined. I was already a daily attendee. As soon as I laid eyes on her working
out there I began putting the moves on her. She was receptive and it wasn't
long before we were a steady item.

Three months later we were married in the biggest ceremony this town had seen
in years. Everyone said we were the ideal couple. They said we were meant for
each other.

At first it seemed like we were. Lori had a good job and between us we were
able to purchase a beautiful 3 bedroom home in the best section of town.
Neither of us was in a hurry to start a family and that left plenty of time
for us to really get to know each other. The first six months of our marriage
was like a long honeymoon. We screwed twice a day and each time it was
incredible.

If only I had left well enough alone.

But, of course, I didn't. Just as all couples do our sex life began to settle
down into a more routine pattern. We were still at it 4 or 5 times a week but
I wanted more for us. I began to look for ways to stimulate our desire for one
another. I had heard that a little bedroom wrestling was an aphrodisiac many
couples found quite arousing. Always the adventurer, when I approached Lori
with the idea she was all for it.

I will never forget that first innocent little match. My beautiful wife put on
a sexy little black thong and matching lace brassiere. I got horny just
watching her cross the bedroom from the dressing room to our bed. To spice
things up for her I put on the briefest pair of red underwear I had. Lori
whistled appreciatively as I joined her on the bed.

At first we just posed for one another, flexing and telling each other how we
were going to dominate the other, really just some innocent foreplay to our
foreplay. Then we knelt facing each other on the bed and clasped each other's
arms. It was as innocent and gentle as a wrestling match could be. It was
meant to be nothing more than foreplay. We pushed back and forth against each
other for a few moments and then toppled over on our sides still grasping arms
and facing each other.

Lori released my arms and grabbed me around the neck in a sort of headlock and
at the same time wrapped both of her legs around one of mine. She was
squeezing my head into her breasts as she kept my leg locked. The feeling of
being trapped against her strong curvy body was overpoweringly erotic, I felt
my dick get stiffer than it had been in weeks. I put my own arms over her
shoulders and around her back pressing us even tighter together. My cock was
mashed up against her groin which she began pushing against me. I thought I
was going to explode right then and there.

In order to keep from ejaculating I did the only thing I could do. I gave. I
didn't give because I was in pain or even in real discomfort [other than
sexually] I just couldn't break her grip and would have cum within moments if
I didn't surrender. Since we were wrestling as foreplay to sex I couldn't see
the point in that. Giving up seemed the smart thing to do.

Lori was like an animal after I gave. She ripped off my shorts as well as her
own outfit and mounted me like a prize stallion. She was really getting off on
her little victory. She flexed her biceps as she sat astride my dick and
played it up for all she was worth. She brought me to climax within a matter
of minutes. It was the most powerful ejaculation I could ever remember having
and went on for almost five minutes.

Lori didn't miss a beat, she slid right up my body to my face and rode that
for almost twenty minutes. She must have had 5 climaxes in that 20 minutes and
trash talked the entire time. I had never heard her use such language. We made
love two more times that afternoon and again that night when we got into bed.
Needless to say the wrestling was going to be a regular part of our sex life
from then on.

It became a ritual with us. Almost every night we would put on the briefest
and most revealing outfits we could find and face off on the bed. Lori was
strong and determined, she got off on winning. She became proficient at
headlocks and full nelsons, her muscular Gymnasts legs were just built for
applying scissors. She got to the point that she could lock me up in a
scissors every time we faced off. As soon as she did she would apply another
hold around my upper body and I would find myself being squeezed on both ends,
held tight against her luscious body. She consistently won and the sex was
consistently great. Defeating me seemed to really turn her on. She loved
gloating about her victory as we screwed.

At first I didn't mind losing. The matches were controlled and on a bed. They
weren't real tests of strength. My manhood didn't feel threatened. I still
felt like the stronger party in our relationship even though I was proving to
be an inferior bedroom wrestler.

Lori , though, took her victories much more seriously than I did. She began to
study holds and ways of applying them. She began working out even harder than
she normally did in order to become stronger and even more competitive. After
a while she began to complain that I was making it too easy on her and she
wanted me to try harder. That was when I began to feel threatened. Having her
complain that I wasn't putting up enough of a fight made me feel that she was
getting the idea that she really was superior to me athletically.

The first real sign of trouble was also the first time I turned down her
nightly challenge to wrestle. The matches had become so routine that Lori was
already in position on her knees wearing nothing but a G string. The sight of
her had me ready to go, I didn't need the wrestling, I was already inspired.

I expected that Lori might pout or something when I declined the match and
told her I was ready to get right down to business. I didn't expect what I
got. She leaned real close to me and said "what's the matter are you afraid
you'll get beaten again"?

"Afraid I'll get beaten again"? I repeated her question. "Of course not, I'm
just hot to trot. But if you really want to wrestle get up and we'll do it the
right way".

The truth was, I was getting tired of losing.. I had lost the last ten times
we had bed wrestled. I saw no reason we couldn't have just as good a time
sexually if I won for a change. I reasoned that if we began in an upright
position I might not be so already aroused when we started. I also thought
that as the stronger party I would do much better in a more traditional
wrestling match.

Lori brightened considerably with my suggestion. She hopped right off the bed
and began shoving the furniture out of the way. She didn't even wait for me to
give her a hand. Within moments she had cleared a 10 X 10 section of the room
we could wrestle on. I went and got some exercise mats from the garage and
laid them on the floor in the cleared section and we were ready to start.

Lori looked magnificent standing in the middle of the room in her tiny G
string. Her perfect breasts were thrust forward and her nipples had already
stiffened in anticipation of the contact. She had her arms forward prepared to
lock up. Her perfect body glowed under the overhead light. Every muscle on her
legs and arms was perfectly defined, as if she had been sculpted. Any thoughts
I may have had of wrestling without a hard on for a change quickly went out
the window. My dick was sticking out the bottom of my black jockey briefs by
the time I squared off in front of her.

"I've been dieing to try some of the wrestling moves I've been studying". Lori
remarked as we locked up. "I'm glad you decided to really wrestle this time".

As she spoke it was becoming apparent to me that although we both got turned
on by wrestling we got turned on for completely different reasons. In my case
the close proximity of her body was what got me horny. The combining of her
lush feminine form with her strength and athleticism was what got to me. In
Lori's case it was competition, and more specifically, overcoming my
opposition. She got off on imposing her will through her physical prowess..

As soon as we locked up I grabbed her head and put her in a headlock. To my
surprise Lori lifted me off the mat and fell straight back to the floor. My
back slammed into the mat knocking the wind out of me, my hold was broken. Not
only was I dazed and breathless, I was stunned. I knew she was strong but I
had no idea she had the power to lift my 215 pounds so easily. While I was
stunned Lori rolled on top of me and grapevined my legs with hers. She clasped
my hands at the same time and tried to hold them on the mat as she spread her
legs.

I was able to keep my hands from being pinned but I couldn't stop her from
spreading my legs, hers were just too powerful. Being a Gymnast she has no
problems pushing her legs out in a split. I, on the other hand, am not exactly
what you would call flexible. Within seconds I was screaming in pain and
desperately trying to roll her off of me.

I managed to buck her off of me and we both scrambled to our feet. I grabbed
her outstretched arm and stepped under it twisting it behind her back. She
turned into me and, displaying impressive skill, reversed the hold. She
twisted my arm above my shoulder and forced me to one knee. As soon as I was
down she stepped over my shoulders with both legs and crossed her ankles. She
had my neck trapped between her powerful thighs. Maintaining her hold on my
arm she sat and then laid on her side. I found myself with my head scissored
between her legs and my arm barred. I was totally under her control. She was
literally choking me in her hold. I resisted for a few moments and then
coughed out my surrender.

Lori jumped up and began posing over me as I rubbed my neck and sore shoulder.
I was completely deflated. In spite of outweighing her by sixty five pounds
she had handled me easily. She had displayed skills I never suspected she
possessed. Coupled with the fact that I was still stunned that she was strong
enough to lift me I was beginning to fear losing control of our marriage. Her
crowing above me was not helping matters. And, to add insult to injury, my
dick was standing at attention completely oblivious to my bruised ego.

Lori wasted no time when she saw the erection. Without even bothering to
remove either my briefs or her G string she sat right down on it. She pressed
her breasts to my face as she rode me. She kept up a non stop dialogue of
trash talk as we screwed. She kept telling me what she was going to do to me
the next time we wrestled. She was so turned on that she climaxed within
minutes of mounting me. I was only moments behind her.

As we laid on the floor afterwards Lori turned to me and said "I have never
been so turned on in my life, let's go two out of three falls from now on".
How could I refuse her?. As soon as I agreed she pulled me to her body and we
were screwing again within seconds. She must have been fantasizing about our
next match, she was like a wild animal as we rolled around on the floor.

That match marked the beginning of a new phase in our pre sex ritual. From
then on all of our bouts were standard wrestling matches, best two out of
three falls.

The next day Lori cleaned everything out of our third bedroom and laid mats on
the floor. She even went out and got pads to put around the walls. When she
was done the room looked like a cell in an asylum. Every night as soon as we
were done with dinner Lori would put on a sexy outfit to wrestle in. She had
stopped wearing tops weeks before . She would be waiting for me in a G string
or a thong or even sometimes a tiny bikini bottom, whatever she wore she
always looked incredible I would wear a pair of Jockey briefs or a Speedo
bathing suit. One look at that body of hers and I was as hard as a rock. I
will say one thing about the matches, the sex afterwards was always intense.

In the beginning I was able to at least hold my own in the matches. I could
steal the occasional fall and even the occasional match. I won't pretend that
she didn't win most of the time even then, she did, but not at an overwhelming
percentage. If I had to put a number on it I would say she won 65% of the
falls. We would square off and pose for one another and then lock up and go at
it. Her ability to trap me in a scissor hold with her powerful legs was her
advantage in the beginning. Mine was the ability to body slam her and to win
the occasional tests of strength.

But as time went on she continued to perfect her skills and also to increase
her strength. She must have had an intense work out schedule. She was up every
morning before five AM and at the gym before six. Over the next few months her
weight increased to 165 pounds and she added at least a half inch to her
already impressive biceps. It wasn't long before she could body slam me as
easily as I could her. Soon she was even holding her own in the tests of
strength. Slowly her margin of victory increased to 75% of the falls and by
the time we were married a year we were wrestling every night and she was
winning 90% of the falls. My ego was taking a bigger beating than my body.

Her range of holds increased along with her strength. She added a variety of
painful submission holds to her repertoire of scissors and basic holds. Things
like a Boston crab and figure four death lock.

It wasn't long before I was not just losing but also crying out I give, I give
in anguished pain.

To be Continued