The Mancave
By Connor McCloud



Comments/suggestions welcomed at khengiskhan@hotmail.com

Anne's legs were squeezing my head so hard I thought I might pass out. I
submitted, tapping her leg to stop, and she let me go and sat on the edge of
the bed.

"That's 2 in a row Sean," she said smiling," I have to go get ready for work."

Anne walked away, and I collapsed on the bed, my head pounding and my body
exhausted. It was the second morning in a row that she had beaten me, and I
wasn't real happy about it. I tried to justify losing to her, but in my heart
I knew I was only making excuses. Believe me, my list of why I was losing was
enormous, I had every one in the book, some that I would say to her and others
I would say to myself.

She got lucky, I wasn't trying as hard as I could, I haven't been working out
as much, the dog ate my homework, blah, blah, blah.

Honestly, it was eating me up inside. I was 6 inches taller and at least 40
pounds heavier than Anne, but for some reason when we wrestled, I simply
couldn't beat her. I mean I'm working in the yard and I'm carrying around
heavy bags of whatever, and Anne won't help, she says the stuffs to heavy.
When there's something heavy to move in the house, I move it!! She will ask me
to move stuff because it's supposedly to heavy for her, and I do it. So here I
am the apparent "stronger one" getting his ass whooped wrestling my wife. The
kicker is, she doesn't say booo about it. Nothing. I'm waiting for taunting,
smiles, and all out knee slapping laughter, and nothing, all quiet on the Anne
front.

The thoughts are pretty much on my mind 23 out of 24 hours a day. Every time I
see her, I just think about it more. Now don't get me wrong, Anne is a good
athlete, and she works out and all that, but whatever, I'm still much bigger
than her. So it's more than pure strength, it's much more. I begin to think
about our matches, and replay them. She's real quick, so I have a hard time
getting her in good holds. Anne is also very flexible, and that helps her all
the time. She can bend like a pretzel, while I pull a hammy touching my toes.
She's also a tough bitch, that fucker never gives up. I've had her before I
headlocks and honestly, I'm trying to hurt her. I want her to give up so
badly. but she doesn't. I feel like I have to snap her arm to make her give
up, and even then she might keep going. Anne is also a workout wonder and her
stamina keeps her motor going, when I'm on empty, she's just getting warmed
up.

So the bottom line in, I got nothing on her besides being bigger, and maybe
stronger. It was really bothering me that Anne was beating me, but it wasn't
just that. I think it was more that she was doing it without much care or
stress. She felt no pressure to lose, and I don't think she would care if she
did. My male ego was taking a beating, and I had to do something, I just
didn't know what. I started to get an inferiority complex, and I started
looking at her differently. She looked tougher to me. When we hugged, she
would hold me tightly and squeeze me hard, until I nervously laughed and
cracked some joke about her cracking my rib. I felt intimidated at times,
especially when we got close and our bodies were touching, but Anne was always
a sweetheart. I wondered what she thought of me.

We didn't wrestle for about a week, and then one night we started playing
around when the kids were in bed, and we started wrestling around. I made me
nuts when I couldn't overpower her with my size and weight, and just the
opposite, Anne seemed to be the one using leverage on me. In the bed, our size
didn't matter as much, and she was able to control me wit her lower body. Her
legs were great, always have been. In fact I will admit her legs are stronger
than mine, no question about it. As we rolled around and tried to pin each
other, I suddenly realized that I couldn't win. I knew there only a couple
options, one was to give up, which I couldn't possibly do, and the other was
to start kissing her and hope our match would turn into sex. So basically I
gave up before actually having to admit defeat, like a coward. The kissing
thing worked and we had sex and went to bed, with again, nothing else said.
She had to know, it was that obvious. I could throw out my excuses 1 through
10, but in the end, it was very obvious she was simply able to physically
dominate me.

Months past by and nothing changed. We didn't wrestle as much, I had found
some new excuses when things got heated. My back hurt was a favorite and I
suffered less humiliation when I used that lame one. Mentally, I was now
convinced that she could kick my ass. It had gone from her beating me at
wrestling to her being able to kick my ass all over the house. The worst part
of this was I really did feel, well, wimpy that my wife could beat me up. I
felt inferior to her because in a man's world where might makes right, I was
on the short end of the stick. The good thing was, it didn't matter one bit.
Anne never talked about it. She never asked to wrestle, could care less if we
ever did again. It simply didn't matter because like all relationships, or
most anyways, it doesn't matter who could kick whose ass. Society has changed
so that men aren't whacking the women with a club and dragging them away to
have kids or just fuck them. In my case, that would be the other way around,
but that wasn't the point. Most people don't fight to solve their issues, so I
just had to deal with the fact that in my world, I was second on the food
chain, Anne was the boss. One day, the winds shifted direction slightly, and
everything unspoken was about to be unleashed.

The man-cave. I was so excited to get this going. My basement would turn into
a game room that would make any man green with envy. Beer, sports, more beer,
and maybe some snacks. Dartboard, bubble-hockey, I had it all covered. I had
made a drawing of my room and had made all the arrangements to start framing
within the week. I sat down with Anne and started showing her my plans and
explained to her how the room would be setup. She looked at me funny, not just
funny like haha, but funny like are you fucking crazy?!

"Umm, well that's nice hun, but we really haven't decided any of this or did I
miss that conversation?" Anne asked.

"Oh, I didn't know you had a problem with me doing this. You never said
anything about this before," I said honestly.

"I don't have a problem, I just thought we might discuss some things before
you went ahead and made final plans. I have opinions as well you know. It's my
house as well as yours," Anne said sternly.

"Ok, so what do you want to do down there?" I asked politely.

"Well, I was thinking of more of a theme down there," Anne replied.

"What?" I asked puzzled by her remark," what do you mean by a theme?"

"You know something cool, like maybe a 50's look," Anne stated," or maybe
60's, but something cool, not the same old thing."

"What the fuck is you talking about?" I said, going from 0 to 60 in about 2
seconds," you want to make my bar into some throw back room?"

"Yeah that's right," Anne said calmly," that's exactly what I want to do."

"No fucking way," I barked," this is my room, not yours."

"Really?" Anne said," and, exactly when did it become your room?"

"Don't be a ass Anne, we both know that I was building a bar down here. I
don't know what the fuck you're talking about, but it's not happening in the
basement," I said. I was really pissed about this, and I became real angry,
real fast. Maybe to fast.

"You're the one being a jerk Sean. This room was never yours. We never
discussed what the room would look like or what kind of look it would have.
Your making decisions that aren't yours to make, and it's bullshit. I think
it's very rude and ignorant of you to bark out orders at me and suddenly act
like you're the boss around here, because we both know you aren't," Anne said
firmly.

"I never said I was the boss Anne. I just had plans on what I wanted the room
to look like," I said.

"Yeah because you were under some bullshit assumption that it was yours to
decorate. It's really not yours Sean, it's our room. I'll tell you something
else, if anything it my room," Anne suddenly declared.

"What the fuck are you talking about? It's your room now? And when did this
happen? How did my bar become your room?" I asked angrily.

"When I decided that I wanted to make it a 50's or 60's room," Anne said in a
matter of fact tone.

"Oh I see now," I said sarcastically," it's ok for you to claim the room, but
it's wrong when I do it. Since when did you become the king? When the fuck did
you start calling the shots?"

Anne looked at me and smiled," I became the king when you realized that I can
kick your ass. I know you feel that way, I can sense it and see it in yours
eyes and the way you act around me. You won't even wrestle with me anymore,
and when we do, I dominate you, and play with you. You always have an excuse
on why you lose, but we both know why. I can easily beat you up, as badly as I
want to, and you know it. We both know what the truth is Sean, and I'm telling
you right now, we're doing this room the way I want because I say so. You have
a problem with that?"

My mouth must have dropped to the floor. I was completely speechless, I just
stared at her in disbelief. Anne didn't look away, but stared back at me until
my trance ended, and I turned away. I felt humiliated and ashamed by what she
was saying, but it was all true. I didn't know what to say, what could I say?

"Good so there's no problem then. I'll tell you what Sean, I'll give you a
chance to make this a sports bar. When the kids go to bed, I have no problem
settling our differences physically. If you beat me, you can make this room
whatever you want. That sound ok to you?" Anne asked.

"Umm, ok, I guess we can do that," I mumbled.

"Ooo your confidence is overwhelming hun. See you later," Anne smiled and she
walked away.

Anne didn't mention the basement again that night. In fact she acted like our
conversation had never happened. We put the kids to bed around 9 or so, and I
grabbed a beer and turned the TV on. I didn't have time to take a sip when
Anne came strolling in.

"You going to watch TV?" she asked," I thought you and I had plans?"

I fumbled with the remote and had a swig of beer, "Yeah we do, you want to
wrestle right now?" I was really nervous, almost to the point of calling it
off. I thought it was better to not wrestle and admit defeat then to wrestle
and get my ass kicked, which I knew would happen. At the same time, admitting
to her the truth would be very difficult to do, nearly impossible. I really
had no choice but to try to beat her, there were no other options.

"Yeah I'm ready," she said, and then she added," we can wrestle or just plain
fight it out, whatever you want to do. I'm not afraid of you Sean, I just
don't want to hurt you to badly."

My head jerked up and I looked hard at her. She took off her shirt and then
her bra, and removed her sweat pants. She stood in front of me in only her
underwear, and gracefully walked towards me. She pulled the beer from my hand
and had a gulp, before putting it on the table. She gave me an evil grin, and
reached out her hand to pull me up off the couch. Her body looked awesome,
lean and toned, with great muscle definition from head to toe. She was
powerfully built, yet beautiful and graceful. Her body was muscular, but in
more of an overall athlete mode, not a pure weight lifter. The worse part was
I was totally intimidated by her, I really didn't want to do this.

"You having second thoughts?" she asked pulling me off the couch," you don't
look like you want to do this. We don't have to, I was just giving you the
chance, actually several of them. One to make your dream gameroom down stairs,
but more importantly I'm giving you the chance to be tough and try to beat me.
The choice is yours."

"I know," I replied weakly," I just don't know if I really think this is a
good idea."

"Tell me how you're feeling Sean."

"I feel just bad," I stammered," I feel confused and weak."

"Why? It will easier if we talk about it," Anne said nicely.

"It's not easy for me Anne," I said.

"I know, but it will help us if you do it. Let me help you get started. You
feel weak because you finally realize that I'm the dominant one. That's never
easy to admit, especially when it's your wife. I could feel over the last few
months that something was bothering you, and when you stopped wrestling I knew
you had finally realized that I was better then you. It's more than that
though. You now feel like your the weaker sex, and in our case you're right. I
can beat you at wrestling, but that's not very important. I think more
important to you is the fact that you feel intimidated around me. A man feels
safe in the unspoken rule that might makes right. So if a man and a woman
fight, bicker, argue, whatever, and the guy realizes he's losing the argument,
he feels better knowing that if he wanted to, he could kick the woman's ass.
In our case, that's not true. I'm just as strong as you are, probably
stronger, but more importantly I can simply just beat you up. Most guys never
think about their wives being able to beat the hell out of them, but your case
is different. Am I close?" she asked.

"Yeah, you are. I hate the fact that you're able to beat me. I think I'm
stronger, but I don't think that really matters. I guess I feel ashamed that
my wife can kick my ass, but it's true. It's hard to admit that, you're right,
but we both know you can. I started to feel intimidated by you, not because I
thought you were going to hit me or fight me, it was just knowing that if you
wanted to, you could wipe the floor with me. I hate the fact that you're able
to overpower me, it makes me feel so weak and helpless. At this point, there's
no reason to try to beat you, we both know you'll win," I admitted.

"Yeah I will. Honestly Sean, I was prepared to really hurt you tonight. I knew
tonight was the perfect time to make a point and finally end this. I'm glad
you don't want to fight me, I didn't want to have to hurt you, but I would
have made tonight a night you would never forget. Give me a hug hun," she said
and she pulled me close and held me tightly.

"Why don't we make love," she whispered.

Anne took off my clothes and pushed me until I was lying on the couch.

"I want you to touch my muscles," she said as she kissed my ears.

I began feeling her hard body and I became very aroused. She moaned as I
touched her and let my hands explore her body. Anne began to rock and move
around and we slipped off the couch onto the floor. I moved over her, but Anne
quickly rolled me off her and climbed over me. She pushed her body into mine
and smothered me with her breasts. She grabbed my wrists and pinned them above
my head. She playfully pumped her crotch into me like she had a penis and she
smiled at me.

"Must be nice having a cock," she purred," I bet I would love that feeling of
thrusting my hips into someone. I could hold my partner down and fuck them
silly. You think I could rape you hun? I'd like to try sometime, maybe get a
strap-on or something and fuck you. I've thought about it before, and the
thought made me very horny, but no worries sweety, I haven't bought it, not
yet."

"I don't know if I'm into that," I said nervously.

"I didn't ask for your permission. Nevermnd for now, let's see if you can get
me off you. No, that's too easy for me, you'll never get me off. I'll let you
up, and let's see who can fuck the other one. The winner is the one on top.
What do you say, it will be fun," Anne said.

Anne let me up and we both got naked. She circled me and then sprang towards
quickly. Anne knocked me back and we crashed into the side of the table. She
seemed to have limitless strength and stamina and she fairly easily controlled
me and twisted me around. She moved around me and pushed me forward, sending
me sprawling on my stomach. Anne pounced on me, quickly sliding her arms
around me and securing a tight full nelson. She was positioned over me, with
her crotch pressed against my ass, and her legs securing mine in place. Anne
started humping me, rubbing and slamming her crotch into my ass, simulating
that she was fucking me is the ass. Her powerful lowered body slammed into me,
while she continued to put pressure on my arms with her full nelson.

"This is what I'm talking about," she whispered," holding you down and fucking
you hard. I know it will hurt a little, but you'll get over it. You're my
little toy hun, get used to it."

Anne slammed into me a few more times, then grew tired of it and rolled me
over on my back. She was easily able to control me as I struggled to throw her
off, and eventually she pinned me to the floor.

"Come on, get me off you," she whispered. I tried desperately, but it was
useless. She had my body totally in her control, and she knew it. She lowered
her vagina and slowly swallowed my penis inside her. Her powerful body
squeezed me tightly and she pushed herself into me. She started pumping her
crotch into me, slowly, but forcefully getting as close to me as she could.
She moved around over me, relentlessly pushing into me trying to get as deep
as should could. She started pumping now, slowly, but powerfully slamming her
crotch into me. Our skin smacked together as she did this, and the sound made
her want to pump even harder. She fucked me, which is the right way to
describe it, until we had both cum, and she was done. She climbed off me and
released me from her grasps.

"I'm glad we had this talk," she said," I feel like that issue was causing
problems in our marriage. I think things will be better now. It took courage
for you to admit what you did. I'm proud of you. Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah I do I guess. I still feel ashamed, but I think I always will. It sucks
to admit your wife can kick your ass, but it's true so I'm not going to whine
about it. Do you feel different towards me?"

"Of course not. I have always known I could kick your ass," she laughed," it
was one of the reasons I married you. I wanted a guy I could control, and with
you I knew that if it came down to a physical fight, I knew I would win. I'm
just hope you can deal with it, and understand that when I want something you
have no choice, not anymore. I will kick your ass if I have to."

"Fair enough," I answered, and the discussion was over.

A few months later we invited over a bunch of our friends to see our finished
basement. My friends were looking forward to seeing what I had created, and
were asking me a million questions, but I remained quiet, wanting it to be a
surprise. Our guests arrived around 7 pm and when most showed up, we walked
them into our new basement. My friends were speechless for a few moments while
the woman started giggling and applauding what we had created. Finally my
friend Jerry spoke.

"What the fuck is this?" he asked, in shock.

"This is your mancave?"my other buddy Eric gasped," you've got to be fucking
kidding me."

"Nice man," said Dennis," you've really fucked this up."

My friends were obviously disgusted by the changes my wife had made to my
mancave. It was basically her place, decorated in a classic 1950's look,
complete with a jukebox and other items. I hated it. I couldn't hate it
anymore than I did, but what choice did I have. Anne said this is what she
wanted, and one of us had to give in, which from this point on in my life was
me. My friends laughed, mostly at me, but they just laughed in general. I just
smiled, grabbed a pop from the fridge, and started doing the twist.