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


As far as I was concerned it was fourth down and we were behind. Only a
touchdown would pull out the game and it was up to me. I was out of excuses
and I was out of time. I'd been in that position before. I had risen to the
occasion with a lot less on the line. I was dead serious, whatever it took
Lori was going down. It was as much for her good as it was for mine

I can't describe how aroused she was. I had never seen her that turned on. And
believe me I had seen Lori as hot as any jungle beast. It wasn't just
competition and it wasn't just winning. It wasn't even just fighting. It was
the challenge that excited her the most. That first bed wrestling match and
that first real wrestling match. She'd been turned on by every match but never
like she was for those two. The same for the arm wrestling and the tests of
strength. Her first left handed victory and even the right handed tie had been
highlights for her that had sent her into the stratosphere of arousal. Ditto
the first boxing match.

Physical competition aroused her. Coupled with a challenge it drove her over
the top. Winning was just an added aphrodisiac. She would always welcome
escalation if she wasn't forced to pay a price. Well, she hadn't faced me
angry yet. And she hadn't faced me desperate.

She knew this round was for all the marbles and that had her in a sexual
frenzy. This was still a game for Lori. The danger meant nothing to her. Only
her arousal did. She was going to play it up for all it was worth.

She was breathing deeply through her mouth, and it wasn't from fatigue. It was
lust. Her eyes were trying to bore a hole through mine. She was pressed right
up against me to the point our noses were touching.

"It's not me going down it's you" she breathed at me.

She was getting me stirred up in spite of my determination. It was impossible
for me to be that close to her without wanting her. No man could feel her
nipples tease the hairs on his chest or feel the warm breath of her passion on
his face and not want her desperately. The very things that made her such an
intimidating presence, the perfectly chiseled body with its look of animal
strength, the sleekly sculpted muscles and the soft feminine curves that
pulled your hands like magnets to them would arouse a dead man. I was not a
dead man. I was a very much a live one with a raging hard on for his woman.
Being angry wasn't stopping me from wanting her.

I realized that I was breathing in short pants and my heart was pounding. She
was pressed up against me and the feel of her was intoxicating. I had to take
a step back from her to maintain control of myself.

Lori took my backward step as a sign of intimidation and that drove her
aroused excitement over the top. Her eyes were wild as she stepped in as close
as she'd been before. "What's the matter, scared? It's too late to back out
now." She said it in that same hot breathy way.

And all at once I realized I was afraid. Not of being hurt. but of not
winning.

I had challenged her and then challenged her again and each time she had
responded to my challenge. I had challenged her to wrestle and she had won. I
escalated the challenge and she'd won again. Arm wrestling, tests of strength,
time after time I had challenged her and each time she had overcome the
challenge. Overcome me.

Now I had boxed four rounds with her in less than a week and I had seen her
get better and better in each round. I had seen her go from never having
thrown a punch to fluid combinations and from me trying not to hurt her to me
dazed at her feet in five days.

And now I was challenging her again.

You may think that I'm a brutal bastard but let me remind you, this woman had
muscles of steel and had just displayed enough boxing skill to put me on my
ass. If I didn't beat her now with the gloves on in a week or a month I would
be facing her bare fisted in an alley. She would want to escalate the contest
so as to make it more of a challenge. I loved her too much to let that happen.

"I'm bigger and I'm stronger, this time your books won't help you". I said it
as much to psyche myself as I did to warn Lori.

"I don't need books, I have these" she bent her arms slightly and tightened
her muscles as she breathed the words in my face. "Now quit stalling"

That's when I threw the first punch.

I threw the left low into her stomach and then fired a right hook above it to
her jaw. I tried to follow up with a roundhouse left but Lori's counter right
landed on my chin before I could get it off. She backed up and tried to get
enough room to use her newly found jab. I pressed in to keep her close and
pounded away with both hands to her stomach driving her back to the wall.

Against the wall she got her fists in front of her face and punched back with
short chopping lefts and rights to my face as I kept my chin against my chest
and continued pounding her stomach, punching beneath her fists.

I wanted to stay as close to her as possible and not give her a chance to box.
She had become to fluid in setting up powerful rights behind that sharp jab of
hers. I wanted to keep this a test of strength and endurance and not skill.
After the last round I was willing to concede skill to her. Out muscling her
was my only hope to finally subdue her..

Lori seemed to want to stay in close too. She made no attempt to get away from
me as we traded punches against the wall. She wasn't showing any signs of
reacting to my body attack so I shifted to her head. She moved her head from
side to side as I punched at her and shifted her own attack to my stomach.

By then we were both sweating buckets and perspiration was flying with each
short punch landed. My eyes were burning from it as it ran down from my head..
We kept up a steady stream of conversation as we fought. I kept asking her if
she'd had enough and she kept telling me I was going down. I was beginning to
see blood coming from Lori's nose and I could feel my own lips swelling.

Her pounding to my stomach was beginning to make me short of breath. I tried
lowering my elbows to protect against the punches. Lori began moving forward
off the wall behind two extremely crisp head shots. Her first, a left hook,
bloodied my nose and the second, a straight right crashed into my chin.

I backed up a step and punched left right at her stomach and chin. She stepped
forward and returned the same combination adding a second left to my ribs at
the end of the combination.

We were still exchanging furiously but her hand speed and ability to take a
punch to the stomach was beginning to frustrate me. She was beginning to get
three shots in to every two of mine.

She wouldn't stop pressing forward, moving in behind each combination we
exchanged. I found myself backing up to punch. She was now the attacker and I
was the defender. My arms were getting heavy, slowing my punches and robbing
them of power. Hers were beginning to stagger me as I retreated.

I was breathing in short gasps and struggling to keep my arms up. I finally
laid my forearms against her chest and shoulders and leaned in trying to slow
her. She fired an uppercut between my arms and knocked me back to the wall.

I got my arms back up as she caught up to me against the wall. My head was
reeling and I felt as though I was moving through a dream. I could see the
muscles bunch up in her arms as she pulled each fist back before throwing a
punch. I could see her body twist as she threw it and her sweat drenched
breasts swaying back and forth as each one landed.

I could see the punches but I couldn't stop them.

My arms were getting lower with each punch we exchanged. Finally they dropped
to my sides as I leaned back against the wall. Through my swollen and bleary
eyes I could see my determind and relentless wife approaching.

She had begun calling for me to quit as she had felt herself gaining the upper
hand. Now as she saw me groggily leaning against the wall she was "demanding
my unconditional surrender.

Give up, admit I'm too much for you" she said as she rocked my head with a
short left. "Tell me that I'm stronger" accompanied the right that drove every
drop of air from my body as she buried it in my stomach.

The last shot to my stomach left me laying across her chest with my head on
her shoulder as I sagged against her to keep from falling. My legs were
useless and wouldn't support me, I began to slide down. Lori grabbed me under
my arms, around the chest, to keep me from falling off of her.

My head was resting between her breasts, the salty sweat covering them burned
my split lips as they slid between her slippery mounds. Blood from my nose and
mouth smeared her body. My legs were splayed out behind me.

She again demanded that I give up.

I was out of excuses and I was out of rationalizations.. She was better than
me. She was faster and more agile. She was more skillful and more limber. She
had more endurance. And what‘s more, she was stronger.. All that was left was
for me to admit it to both of us.

Admit I was a beaten man.

I told her everything she wanted to hear. I moaned and mumbled my complete
surrender as I hung battered in her muscular arms.

When I did she screamed yes and let me go. I sank to the ground to my hands
and knees and watched her as she pumped her gloved fists over her head in
celebration., She pushed me to my back with her foot and sat across my
stomach. She sat there flexing her biceps and trash talking for what seemed
forever.

When she'd worked herself up into enough of a sexual frenzy she ripped off
both our trunks and made love to me like a wild cat for an hour. She moaned of
how she would beat my ass even worse the next time as she screwed my battered
body.

In spite of the pain and in spite of my humiliation she was still the most
incredible sexual partner any man ever had..

... ... ...

I awoke the next morning still on the mat. Lori was nestled up against me with
her arm across my chest and her leg laying over mine. She looked angelic
laying there. If not for the bruise beneath her eye and the pain I felt in my
face and body I would have thought the previous night a dream. Or perhaps a
nightmare..

When I saw her bruise I was overcome with guilt. Then I looked at my own face
in the mirror and the reality of the previous night came flooding back. In a
knock down drag out slug fest she'd beaten me almost senseless. She had out
boxed me and she had out punched me. She'd taken everything I had and won
walking away, leaving me helplessly draped on her body

I was second best and I would have to learn to live with it.

... ... ...

Curiously, nothing really changed. What I felt would be an earth shattering
event changed nothing. Lori was still loving and playful. Still with an
incredibly voracious appetite for sex. And still damned good at it.

We continued to wrestle and have tests of strength. We even boxed a bit. Other
than her eventually taking a right handed arm wrestling contest things were
uneventful. The boxing match, to her, was simply just another contest that I
had lost.. The matches continued to turn us both on and Lori remained an
animal after every victory.

As a matter of fact we again boxed at Rocky's, the night club we first boxed
in. I even deluded myself into believing that I would have a chance with the
big gloves and the strict rules.

I was left hanging in the ropes when the referee stopped the fight midway
through the first round. The newspapers had a field day with that one.
"Cheerleader KO's Quarterback in One" was the headline the next day. My cell
phone rang for a month. It was my own fault. What didn't Lori get better at
each time she competed? The evening was, at least, a memorable sexual
experience.

But, then again, they all were.

In my spare time I began searching for others who shared my fate, other beaten
men. Other men who had met their women on the field of battle and came up
short. Other than a few pitiful losers I met very few. But I did hear stories.
Rumors and innuendos that they were out there.

I wanted to believe that they were. In my mind I saw them defeated as I had
been. I saw it in exquisite detail. My therapy is to set these stories down on
paper and then read them back to myself time and time again. It helps, not
much, but at least a bit.

Now was just the time to write my own "Tale". It was long over due.

But if you believe that everything I have written about is the reason that I
am humbled you are quite mistaken. To know that you must read still a tiny bit
further.

There is no doubt that defeat is a humbling experience. All the more humbling
when you are the favorite. To lay battered and dazed at a your own woman's
feet is to have been defeated by the ultimate underdog. It is always a
humbling experience. But it is not, alone why I am humbled.

Like any other couple Lori and I occasionally disagree. Lori is still
searching for a challenge. And just as I feared she eventually reached a point
at which she wanted a further escalation of tensions. A riskier confrontation.

She picked a fight over a disagreement. First she stirred up argument so that
we were both angry and shouting at each other. Then she told me I‘d crossed
the line with something I had said. She tore off her shirt, put up her fists
and said let‘s go.

She started the trash talk, started telling me she was going to kick my ass..
She was getting more and more sexually aroused by the minute as she tried to
force a bare knuckled brawl with me. She pulled out all the stops. She flexed
her arms and told me they'd crush me. She got in my face and breathed that I
was a chicken shit if I didn't fight.

First I tried to tell myself that I hesitated because I was afraid to mark
that beautiful face. But as I looked at her hard muscles and chiseled body I
knew that I was kidding myself. I was afraid to fight her.

She was angry and I was afraid of her.

I backed away pleading with her that I didn't want to fight. When she realized
that she had totally intimidated me she erupted like a volcano. I had never
before nor, have I ever since, had that mind blowing a sexual experience. I
had forgotten, victory by intimifation was her ultimate turn on

So, I guess now you think you know. The guy backed down from a fight with his
own wife, no wonder he's humble.

Close, but still wrong.

I was overcome with feelings of inadequacy. I wasn't man enough for Lori. I
told her that I felt totally unworthy of her.

Here's the crazy part. She had no idea what I was talking about. She couldn't
understand why I felt unworthy. We tussled, as she put it, as foreplay to sex.
The sex was great. End of story. She told me that she loved me and I should
stop talking nonsense.

Looking at that incredible woman, standing in front of me I knew that there
wasn't a man alive who wouldn't eventually be overcome by her.

I was in the presence of a Goddess.

The Goddess had chosen me.

That my friends, ... is humbling.

END