THE TALE OF THE BEATEN MAN
By Beaten Man  humbled@abeatenman.com
This Time  I Tell My Story -  Part 3


At first Lori looked stunned. I don't think she realized what had happened.
When it dawned on her that her opponent had been intimidated enough by her to
refuse to fight she exploded in celebration. To Lori it was as much a victory
as if she had knocked him out. It was as much of a turn on as well. She danced
around the ring pumping her arms over her head and flexing as though she had
just won the title.

As I entered the ring to congratulate her she ran up to me and threw her
gloved hands around my neck. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my
waist. She was kissing me and jabbering excitedly about how wonderful she
felt. She whispered in my ear that I was the one she really wanted to be with
in the ring.

I wasn't sure how I felt about that sentiment. I was gratified to know that
she found me a more stimulating opponent than some other man but at the same
time I was alarmed that she actually felt she could compete with me at this
level I was hoping that my display of ring dominance over a larger opponent
would instill in her the respect for me that I feared she was losing. All it
had apparently accomplished was to give my adventurous wife another physical
contest she could test herself against me in. I could see in her eyes that she
wanted feverishly to face me in the ring.

"This is different than wrestling" I told her. "We actually have to hit each
other, is that what you want? Aren't you afraid that you'll get your face
marked up? And you don't have any training, it just wouldn't be fair".

"I know it's different than wrestling", she began, " that's why I want to do
it. Besides with these padded headpieces and big gloves we can't possibly hurt
each other. As for training, you really don't have any either. And how else
would I learn" Then she added, "You're not trying to talk me out of this
because you're afraid of losing like you do in wrestling are you"?

Her last comment stung and angered me more than I let on. Okay, I thought,
I've been looking for a way to reassert myself in this relationship, here's my
perfect chance. "

Of course not baby", I replied, "I just wanted to be sure you understood what
you're doing"

"That's the spirit", she brightened. "Believe me, you won't regret this when I
get you home. If it weren't for all these people I'd jump your bones right
now. And don't worry, I remember Keep my hands high and my elbows tucked in.
See, I'm learning all ready". She kissed me again and then climbed down and
made her way to her corner.

I felt a bit guilty for my earlier anger as I watched her walk away.

The next few minutes were occupied with various announcements. Looking at Lori
across the ring I couldn't help but admit to myself that of all the other
people in the room that night that I had scouted she actually looked the
fittest. At 5' 9" and now 165 pounds she was as big as any middleweight. Her
intense training over the past seven months had left her with impressive
muscular definition in her arms as well as her legs. Under the ring lights her
body shined with a radiant glow of health and fitness.

Though the head gear hid her golden hair and distorted her beautiful face I
was thankful for its presence. The thought of marking her beautiful face made
me shudder. Without the headgear I am sure I would not have been able to
contemplate hitting her. With her face protected I wouldn't be at the
disadvantage of being afraid to punch. How strange I felt standing there even
thinking about such things.

There I was, a 6' 1" 215 pound man, sizing up his own wife and worrying over
his advantages or disadvantages. Six months worth of increasing losses in
wrestling against her was taking its toll on my self confidence. Having her
slam my left arm to the table in an arm wrestling contest the previous week
hadn't helped either. In spite of the fact that she had never boxed a round in
her life or even hit anybody for that matter I was taking her seriously as an
opponent. As much as I would have liked to, I couldn't give Lori a pass. I
felt that I had to win.

I had every right to expect to win. I was bigger and I had some experience. A
lot more than she was giving me credit for. Certainly a lot more than her. I
was an outstanding athlete and I had just beaten a 250 pound man with complete
ease. I was sure that this time Lori's desire to beat a man at his own game
was going down in defeat. Now she was on my turf. Her flexibility and her
sexual allure wasn't going to help her in a boxing match.

Suddenly the referee reappeared and signaled for the two of us to join him in
the center of the ring. I stared at Lori and she stared back as he went over
his instructions. The hungry wolf look was back in Lori's eyes with a
vengeance. The longer we stood there the deeper and quicker her breathing
became. After a few moments she was panting as though we were getting ready to
screw. Her nipples were pushing hard against the sports bra. She was
incredibly turned on, She was so gorgeous and sexy standing there, watching
her was actually making me horny.

The referee finished his instructions and we returned to our corners. We stood
staring at each other awaiting the bell. The noisy crowd was on it's
collective feet when it rang a moment later.

Lori came out of her corner with her arms held high. Her fists were in front
of her face and her elbows covered her stomach just as I had instructed her. I
mirrored her stance as we met in the center of the ring. She was staring into
my eyes from between her gloves awaiting my first move.

I had made up my mind that I had to win this contest. I felt as though I was
being physically eclipsed in our relationship and if I couldn't dominate her
in a boxing match, in the same way she dominated me in wrestling, I would be
out of excuses and rationalizations and would be forced to admit that she was
my physical superior. I wasn't about to allow any woman to be my physical
superior. Especially not my own wife

Since I had told Lori that her opponent would punch at her stomach if her face
was protected I would cross her up and go for the head. The heavy gloves and
protective headgear would guard against injury. It was my intention to try and
get the referee to step in and protect her as I drove her back pounding at her
raised gloves. My experience in the previous fight had shown me that he would
waste very little time before calling for a standing eight count. If I could
force a standing count I would win the round. I only needed to win one and
then I could coast to the end of the short bout.

I started firing staccato like jabs at her raised fists. She was unable to
fire back since the punches were coming at her gloves. If she tried to hit
back the jabs would land. She began backing up with a confused look on her
face. After I had come forward a few steps I let fly an overhand right which
landed just above her gloves where the headgear covered her forehead. The
punch wasn't damaging but it was forceful and propelled her awkwardly
backwards. The referee immediately stepped between us and motioned me to a
neutral corner.

I watched as he slowly counted to eight. Lori was arguing that she wasn't
hurt. They exchanged a few words I couldn't hear and then he motioned for us
to resume. As far as I was concerned the match was now in hand. All I had to
do was guard against some wild punch from her becoming a lucky punch that
would even the match. The simplest way to do that was to continue pecking at
her gloves. If need be I could always drop a jab or hook into her mid section
below her elbows.

Again, as soon as we faced off, I started with the pecking jabs at her gloves.
Lori is a quick learner. She realized that she had to fight back to keep the
referee from penalizing her. Instead of backing up she mirrored my jabs and
pushed her own towards me. As I am 4 inches taller than her she was forced to
jab under my jab. That had two results. Her jabs were low and landed against
my chest just below my left shoulder. My jabs struck her cheek. She was still
forced to backup as the jabs snapped her head back. We exchanged four jabs
each in this manner and Lori found herself with her back grazing the ropes.

She sidestepped along the ropes trying to get back to where there was a path
off them. I sidestepped in front of her blocking her from getting away for a
few steps and then came forward and clinched bulling her all the way into the
ropes. She grabbed back at my shoulders and I found myself tight up against
her as we leaned against the ropes.

The clinch was like an electric shock through my body Her body pressed to mine
in each others arms, that much intimacy and nearness, was wildly arousing.

I was instantly erect. My breath quickened and just as suddenly I was panting
as though we had fought ten rounds. I couldn't tear my eyes away from hers.
She looked as though she was staring right through me. She was breathing in
short gasps. She was struggling but yet thrusting her crotch and rubbing it
against what was now my throbbing and engorged penis. For an instant visions
of our earlier bed wrestling matches flashed though my mind. For an even
briefer instance I thought we might begin screwing right there along the ropes
as she brought her face closer to mine. She was so hot she looked as though
she wanted to devour me. And that made me even hotter.

Thank God the referee stepped in to separate us. If he hadn't we might have
done something that would have made all the papers in five states.

As it was we were both dazed when he first separated us. We stood and just
stared at one another with our gloved fists raised. I can't explain what
happened next. I don't know if it was passion or competition or what but all
at once we both stepped forward wildly throwing punches. Looking back i can
understand Lori's wild swings, she lacked the training to know how to properly
box but that doesn't explain my behavior. I was as wild as she was.

The gloves were big and clumsy, half of our punches just struck each others
gloves, the rest glanced harmlessly off of our head gear. We weren't hurting
one another but we were really going at it. After we had swung wildly back and
forth for about a half a minute the referee again stepped between us. He
admonished us both to box and stop acting like children in a sandlot. Before
he could finish his warning the bell rang ending the round.

We stood staring at each other between rounds. Lori's breathing was extremely
heavy. Her face was flushed and she was perspiring freely. The sweat was
making her sports bra cling tightly to her breasts giving it an opaque
transparency. Her nipples were clearly outlined pushing the wet fabric out in
two hard points. She absent mindedly rubbed the front of her trunks with her
gloved fists several times as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. She
looked as though she was barely restraining herself from rushing across the
ring. She never took her eyes off mine. I finally had to tear my gaze away
from her.

I was pleased that I had managed to win the round without having to hurt her
but I was ashamed of my performance as the round wore on. I resolved to be
disciplined for the remainder of the bout and not allow myself to get turned
on by her arousal.

I had created a monster in Lori. Testing herself was a turn on for her.
Winning was an aphrodisiac. The more physical the competition the greater the
thrill was. The more powerful her opponent the more of a turn on it was. What
had started out being a little harmless competition as a prelude to sex less
than eight months earlier had progressed to a boxing match in a crowded Night
Club. What was next, pistols at dawn?

Though I was the beneficiary of fantastic sex with an incredibly aroused
woman, who just happened to be a fabulous physical specimen, I was also the
one who was being tested I had been a life long athlete and had always been a
winner. I was used to being the best of the best. Even the thought that I
might be second best to anyone, much less a woman had me shaken.

I was still dead serious about wanting to dominate the match. I felt I had to.

As soon as the bell rang Lori rushed out to the center of the ring. In the
excitement she had forgotten the tips I had given her. This time she was
holding her fists a bit lower and her elbows were sticking out. Her eyes were
blazing as I approached her.

She didn't wait for me to start, as soon as my hands were up she threw a wild
looping right and left, both of which I took on my raised arms. I jabbed hard
to her chin as soon as the second punch bounced off my arm. She tried the wild
combination again with same results, only this time she was knocked backwards
by my returning jab.

She rushed back in throwing punches straight in front of her. They were arm
punches, they didn't have a lot of force, but they were coming in a mile a
minute. I put my arms in front of my face and let her just wildly whack away
at my forearms for what must have been a full minute.

When she finally ran out of gas and stopped punching I resumed jabbing at
her.. Lori, as I said before, is a quick learner. This time she was smart
enough to pick the jabs off with her gloves. She just backed up, blocking jabs
as I came forward, until the end of the round.

I was quite satisfied with how the round had gone. I felt that I had been
disciplined and not allowed myself to be overcome with emotion as Lori had. I
thought the few stiff jabs that I had landed on her chin should have been
enough to win the round since I hadn't been hit back. I was also pleased again
that I had not had to hurt my wife.

Lori on the other hand was like a bubbling volcano in her corner. Her wild
punching spree and later ability to block a few jabs had ratcheted up the
excitement for her. She was even trash talking across the ring in much the
same manner she did during sex after a wrestling match. She was saying things
like, "I kicked your ass" or "Your ass is mine now" as she waited for the
bell. She wasn't really nasty, it was good natured banter, but it was
unnerving and irritating none the less.

I was not going to let her embarrass me in front of all those people. When the
next round started I got busy right from the opening bell. As soon as we met
in center ring I started firing jabs at her. To my shock Lori had figured out
that she could keep her right hand in and return her own jab. We stood there
firing stiff jabs back and forth at each other. A few landed for both of us
but most were picked off by our gloves. She wouldn't back up and she refused
to let a jab come in without answering with one of her own. The improvement in
her ability over two short rounds was startling.

My inability to force her back using my jab was beginning to frustrate me. I
hadn't wanted to really tag her but time was running out and though I felt I
was winning I certainly wasn't doing it in a dominant fashion. I let the
overhand right go behind my next jab and caught her flush on the chin. The way
her head snapped back and the sweat sprayed from her head I was sure the
referee would step in for a standing eight count. He did start to step forward
but before he could get between us Lori started firing wild punches with both
hands. They all either missed or hit my shoulders but the activity was enough
to satisfy him that she wasn't hurt.

I let her wing about a half a dozen wild shots and then threw a jab in to stop
her. After the jab I grabbed her in a clinch to contain her fury. We wrestled
around for a few moments and then she pushed me off. As she did I threw a
right straight down the pike that landed on her jaw. As my punch landed she
threw her own right and caught me on the cheek. We both took a step back.

I had forgotten how strong Lori really was. That was the first punch that she
had thrown correctly and in spite of the 12 Oz. gloves it stung. I wasn't
rocked or anything but I was surprised. Lori, for her part, did look a bit
dazed. Her arms were down and she was looking at me vacantly. I probably
should have rushed in swinging at that point but for some reason I was
momentarily frozen.

By the time I decided to press and began to come forward the bell rang ending
the fight.

Lori started to jump around and celebrate, pumping her fists in the air and
throwing phantom punches. She was on cloud nine. She had gone three rounds
with a male heavyweight and had finished the fight. She couldn't have been
more turned on if she had knocked out Mike Tyson. She ran up to me and jumped
on me wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She was
yammering in my ear excitedly. "See I told you it would be fantastic" and
"Wasn't that great" were a few of the things she said between threats of
screwing me to death when she got me alone.

After a few minutes the referee called us to the center of the ring and had us
stand on either side of him as the decision was announced. I was furious when
he raised both of our hands signifying a draw. The judges had awarded the
second round to Lori negating the first round they had awarded to me. The
third was judged even. I shot the three male judges a glance that said you
must have been watching her tits instead of the fight but otherwise just stood
there quietly as they counted out $500.00 to each of us. I was the only person
in the club that wasn't happy with the decision. The crowd was cheering wildly
and Lori was in another world altogether. She could barely stand still long
enough for the emcee to give her the money.

Thirty minutes later we had changed back into our own clothes, paid our bill ,
said good night to our excited friends and were in our car heading home. Lori
was all over me as I drove. She was in my lap kissing me and rubbing all over
me. she was completely on fire. I pulled over on the quiet country road and we
went at right there in the car. My wife was like a mad woman. She practically
shredded our clothes in her passion.

I will admit that the sex was fantastic. Hot sweaty and animalistic. Not to
mention acrobatic. We made love for at least an hour on the side of the road.
When we were done Lori Fell asleep. It took me ten minutes to get the steam
off the windows before i could resume the trip home.

As I drove home in silence I couldn't help but think of Lori's trash talk as
we screwed. "I'm going to kick your ass next time" and "I can't wait to get
you in the ring again" were only a few of her sentiments. Sexually, I was
totally satisfied. But was I feeling good? Absolutely not.

I feared that our little pre sex competition ritual was about to enter a much
more serious phase

To be Continued