Group Therapy Abused Men Discuss The Amazon Women In Their Lives. by DTM email dtm352@hotmail.com "......and then.......(sniffle)......and then she.......(sob)......she......" "What did she do next Larry. Come on, you can talk to us here" "......(sniff).....she.......she held me across her shoulders and.......and bent me over her back........and told me if I ever question her again like I did.....that shed break me in two........and she really meant it......" the terrified man stuttered out, as he lowered his head into his hands and began full out crying. He was quickly comforted by two men sitting on either side of him, for they themselves knew all too well what Larry was going through. This was a very special group of men. A gathering of now 12 men that met twice a week at this secret place, to talk. The leader of their group, Dr. Robert Ackerman, a highly trained psychiatrist, talked with them each individually and as a whole in these group therapy sessions. He, himself, didnt share his patients serious problems, but he was very well versed in this field, and over the course of the past year has helped a great deal of these men deal with their terrifying situations. All the men in this group, ranging in occupations from college student to accountant to former professonal athlete, were all the victims of severe bullying, humiliation and very often beatings from the women in their lives. From girlfriends, to wives, to bosses and then some, these women delighted in constantly demonstrating who was the boss in their relationships. Who was the dominant, stronger one. "Its ok Larry, its ok to cry. Let it all out, its all going to be alright", the man sitting next to Larry soothingly spoke out. Larry was very new to the group, and had only one session prior to this one. No where near enough time for this group or his therapy to have done him any good. "Why do they do it, Doc?" spoke out Alex Winters, a regular veteran of these groups. "Why do they push us around and hurt us like this?" "Well Alex, one could say they are just doing to you all, what men have done to women for thousands of years now. Men bullied, beat, raped and simply put made women second class citizens just because they were smaller and weaker. Now, I guess you could say the tables have turned" Dr Ackerman calmly spoke. "And if I remember correctly Alex, you were quite the abusive bully to your wife for a while after you two were married, isnt that right? In fact, wasnt it you that "made" your wife hit the gym, to lose some of her "cowish fatness" as you put it?" "Well, yea, but.....its not like.....I mean, Im supposed to...." "Youre supposed to be the boss? "Well, yea" "Wear the pants?" "Yeah!" "Even if you have to "put her in her place" here and there?" "Yeah!!!....er......well, I uh......" "You see gentlemen, Alex, like the rest of you, has spent a great deal of his life treating women as inferiors. Bossing and ordering them around. Whether it be verbal, or physcial, you were all abusive to the women in your lives, just because you were stronger, you were the "boss". Now that more and more women these days are becoming fitter and stronger, ironically as more men become weaker and lazier, suddenly the rules have to change. The strong shouldnt bully the weak.......namely you all" "Fuck You Doc!!!" yelled out Dan Carter. "Youre not one of us, you dont know what the hell youre talking about!! Maybe I dont stand a chance against my wife, but I can sure as hell kick your ass!!!" he roared as he began to rise from his chair. "Calm down Dan, the Doctors right, dont take it out on him" spoke out the rational voice of John Walters, one of the original founders of this group. Dan was a big man, about 6' 3" and close to 250 lbs theyd guess. One youd think would never have a problem with an abusive and controlling wife. But as big and strong as he was, his wife was many times stronger. A fact she took great pleasure in reminding him of. "Screw you too John. I cant take these damn sessions anymore.....I cant take the teasings......the beatings.......the humilation.........I cant take being so weak against her......I cant.........." Dan quickly calmed down, as he too began to cry. John swiftly moved over to him, comforting his fellow amazon sufferer. "You see what you just did Dan?" Dr. Ackerman continued, "You just let your anger, your rage, control your actions. Isnt that what got you in this mess in the first place? You, even more so than Alex, were very physcially abusive to your wife after your marriage. Always after the marriage does the abuse start. When you think these women are now "yours". To control and possess like property. So blinded were you for so long in your tyrannical ruling of your wife, that you didnt even notice her going to the gym each and every day. Didnt even notice her body changing from frumpish fat, to rock solid muscles, did you?" the Doctor spoke out, calmly scolding Dan, and indirectly, the entire group. "And how long did it take you to recover the first time she "introduced" her new found physique to you? Suddenly Dan began to cry even more. Thoughts of his wifes first brutal beating of him was something hed never forget. The horror as he quickly learned that his large size and strength were nothing compared to his wifes amazonian power. The thoughts of how easily his wife manhandled his body, threw him around their house with ease, and broke so many of his bones and damaged him so badly that he spent nearly a month in the hospital. And the laughing, the laughing that she roared all the while as she did this to him. These memories were permanently etched in his brain, and they were feelings and emotions hed bring to his grave, and beyond. "Doctor, lets just leave Dan alone for a bit.....ok?" John protectively asked. "Of course John. We dont come to these sessions to make you all feel bad gentlemen. To feel guilty or evil" the doctor turned and spoke to all around him. "But to help each and every one of you, we need to discuss the events that brought you to your current situation. The reasons youre all now being controlled and dominated by the women in your lives. These strong, powerful women dont just dominate you for no reason. Not all muscular women are mean and cruel to the men in their lives, not even close. Bill, lets talk to you for a while" "Do......do we have to?" Bill Turner sheepishly asked. "Yes Bill. Remember, youre among friends here" "Uh....oh.....ok. Well, as you all know, my grilfriend, Sheri, shes been working out for years now. Even before we started dating. Being a gymnast growing up gave her amazing potential to build muscle fast. And before I knew it she starts living at the gym, and soon after she becomes this ripped muscular powerhouse. I....I told her I didnt like her body. That shed better knock this stupid fanscination with weights off, that she was beginning to look like a freak" "And was she?" Dr. Ackerman chimed in. "Excuse me?" "Was she beginning to look like a freak? Is that really why you wanted her to stop? Or did you just feel threatned by her constantly growing strength?" "No,......well, yeah....... well no, she didnt look like a freak. That was just an excuse to get her to stop working out. She looked amazing, really. Her shape, her cruves, her firmness, it was unreal. Actually, I kinda really fell for her new muscular body" "So, you told her she looked like a freak because you felt intimidated by her, by her strength and power, with the hopes shed stop working out. Even though you loved more and more the way she was looking, is that right Bill?" "Well......yeah" Bill ashamedly answered. "And did that work? Did you telling her her muscles looked freakish make her stop?" "God No! It only made her mad" Bill cringed as he remembered how much she hurt him after hed said that to her. "Since then shes been working out even harder, and shes just started taking up karate" Gulps and Gasps suddenly filled the room, as the mention of this already intimdatingly powerful and muscular girl taking up the martial arts struck sympathetic fear and terror in the heart of all the men here. They knew from experience, either of their own or from others in this group, that when these super strong amazon women took up a fighting skill, whether it be wrestling, boxing or the martial arts, their beatings and torturings instantly reached a whole new level. "Yeah, tell me about it" Bill continued. "I mean, she could break blocks of wood as she is now......our bedroom door is proof of that......whats she going to be like with a second degree black belt???" he nervously sputtered out. "Bill, please, calm down. Theres no reason to be afraid. You, yourself, said last week that things were getting along better with the two of you" "Well, yeah....yeah I guess. I mean, when I dont answer her back or anything, shes fine" ""Dont answer her back"? "Dont get her mad and she wont beat your ass"? Is that what were all here for Doc, to be trained as slaves for the women who "control" us?" angrily spoke out Jeff Blake, the groups CPA. "No Jeff, not to be trained as slaves, but as equals. For so long men have reigned supreme in nearly every area we have. Yet for the most part when you asked those men openly about such situations, theyd say theyre all equal to the women around them. Well, one might think this is a womans way of being treated "equally" now" "Yeah, I sure feel like an equal now" Jeff sarcastically replied. "Jeff, maybe you dont remember the countless women you hired as secretaries, only to financially strongarm and intimidate them into performing, shall we say, less than ethical favors for you after hours? How many women left your office crying from your sadistically rough foreplay? How many women did you treat like you owned them, only to throw them away when you were done?" "I did own them!!!" Jeff lashed out, "I was their boss. Their employer. I paid them. I decided what they made, and how they lived! ME!!" "Well then Jeff, Im glad youre so understanding of the "bosses position" now, in light of whats happened at your firm. And how is your new boss treating you these days?" Dr. Ackerman mockingly inquired. "Is, Ms Harris I believe her name is, still calling you into her office after hours? Does she still ride you like an "insane woman possessed", I believe you said? And your ribs, how are they feeling today, Jeff?" "Doctor Ackerman? Uh, maybe we should all take 5?" John spoke out, trying his best to prevent this discussion from getting any hotter. "Yes. Yes thats a good idea, John. Please, everyone, rest up and relax. Ill be back momentarily" the doctor replied, as he rose from his chair and made his way out of the room. The 12 men then got up from their seats, mulled around their make-shift refreshments area, broke into several smaller groups and talked about the evenings session. Frustrated as they all were about their situation, and with the doctor himself, they realized deep down he did have a point. These men, in some form or another, in some way or another, did spend most of their lives treating the women around them badly, unfairly, and in some cases, abusively. They never thought women, let alone "their" women, could grow into such strong and powerful amazons. Capable if easily dominating them, bullying them, hurting them. If they had, things might have been different for these men. They instead might have been enjoying all the pleasures a strong powerful woman could give her man, unstead of the abuse and humilation they dished out on a fairly constant basis. About 10 minutes later, Dr. Ackerman returned and called the group back into order. "Ahem......if I may take a moment of the groups time, Id like to apologize to Jeff for my unprofessional behavior before our break. Im here to help you Jeff, to help all of you, deal with your abusive situations. Make them less abusive, and more positive. It can be done gentlemen. Each case is different, each of you has your own "demons" to overcome. But I truly believe that with understanding, patience, and a fresh new attitude towards the women in your lives, it can be done" "Actually Doc, I think I got myself a different idea" Tom Englewood spoke out, another brand new member to this unique grouping. "If she did it, I can do it too. Im gonna hit the gym hard and rough, every chance I get. Im gonna build this body back up to what it was once before. I was a high school wrestling champ remember, in no time at all Ill be bigger and stronger than ever, more than enough to handle my girl, Terri" "Not a good idea man, dont do it" spoke out one of the groups veterans. "Yeah, its not going to work, man. Trust us" chimed in another. "Eh, what do you guys know?" Tom defensively returned. "Id listen to them if I were you Tom. Theyve been here and have had alot more experience with this sort of thing than you have" Dr Ackerman added. "Lets see here. Yes, it says so right here you were quite the athlete in high school, even in college. But I see here just last year, as a Senior in college, you dropped out of all athletic events you used to participate in. Care to tell us why?" "You know why, you all do, why do I have to say it?" "Because it will help you to talk about it. Open, and aloud to us all" "Well....." Tom nervously began to speak, "......Ive always loved the look of a strong, muscular girl. More over the strength she possessed than the actual body type, but in time I learned to love that as well. Their bodies, so smooth, so shapely, so sexy. A major reason I went so into sports to begin with was to get close to all the solidly built, muscle packed girls who also played. Soon after, thoughts of having sex with a shapely sexy hardbodied girl consumed my every thought. Which is what lead to....I mean.....uh....." "Go on Tom, you can speak freely here" the doctor coached. "Well.....I....One day, in my Junior year, I was at a part at my frats dorm. A saw a girl there, a girl I had seen all over campus, and I so wanted to bang her brains out. I mean, she was this star athlete, most everything she could do, she did, and her body sure showed it. God, did it ever.........Anyway, I scoped her out all night long. Got some friends of mine to go offer her drinks, get her nice and.......well, you know. So later that night I made my move. As much as I wanted to fuck her, and as much as she had to drink, it was pretty easy to get her into position. Everything was going great. We were going at each other all the way up and into my room. We had our clothes off in record time, and Id swear I was going to fuck her so hard shed cry and beg me to stop. That is.......until.........." "Until?" Dr. Ackerman coaxed further. ".....Until she wrapped her legs around my waist. I mounted her, and was rammming into her harder than Ive ever banged a girl before, and she just took it all, and wanted more and more. She wrapped her thighs around my ribs, brought her arms up to wrap around my chest, and ....and....." Tom, stumbled, getting visibly upset at this nights recollection. "....then she squeezed and crushed me into her body, fucking me so hard and fast, I could barely breathe. Even drunk as she was, there was nothing I could do against her. God......I mean I knew she was strong, that women with hard athletic bodies were strong, but Christ, I never knew they could be THIS strong" "Yes Tom, they most certainly can be. Studies today show that women, pound for pound, are stronger than men. And this statistic is only proving more true as time goes on, since more and more women are working out with weights, and more and more men are lounging around and watching their bodies get fatter and out of shape" the doctor spoke out to Tom, as he then turned his attention to the entire group. "A much shorter, lighter, woman who works out and trains her body can easily be as strong as a much larger, heavier man who doesnt. "Fitness women" today are as strong as most men around, and those that participate in bodybuilding can manhandle your average, and even above average men, with ease" "Tell me about it. I barely survived that night. She threw me around and handled me like I was a 10 year old. Me, sports nut that I am. I couldnt believe it" "So, what happened after that Tom?" "Well.......we started dating after that, her deicision entirely. Any time I tried to break it off, or end it, shed "change my mind" by fucking my brains out. I mean, shes hot as any girl youll see, and her body is really awesome, but I just couldnt take the battering and beating my body took when we fucked. Not to mention our little "play" wrestling sessions. It didnt help any that a few months later, she found out I had my boys get her drunk at that party our first night together. Since then......since then, shes been worse than ever. Thats why I gotta hit the gyms, start training again, get big and strong so I can......" "It wont work man, youre only going to make her angry, trust me" replied yet another man in the circle. "She wont let you, shell threaten to break you BAD if you start hitting the gyms. And shell know.....they all know........" "And it really wont do much good, I'm afriad" Dr Ackerman added. "These women have not only been training their bodies to be strong and tough, but their minds as well. Even if you did reach a level of musculature that would make you her equal, their superior strength of will, their desire to never let you forget who exactly is the stronger, will win out in the end" "So, what are you saying, Doctor?" Spoke out a slightly panic stricken member of the group. "That there's nothing we can do here??" "Oh no, no at all" the doctor calmly replied to the frightened man, and then turned his attention to the entire group. "Gentlemen, the heart of the matter here lies with you all believing that these strong muscular women are "evil". They're not. Chances are they would have all treated you like Kings if you had only treated them as Queens beforehand. Theyre just doing to you what had done to them, or others like them. If you start treating these women with the respect and love they deserve, I KNOW all your situations will in time, gradually, get a great deal better." Just as Dr. Ackerman finished his reply, the sessions 1 hour timer rang out, notifiying the end of yet another hopefully productive meeting. The group then made arrangements for their next session, gave one another supportive and motivational goodbyes, and departed. Dr. Roger Ackerman thought long and hard about the men in his meetings on his long drive home. He truly did want to help each and every one of them, even if he did feel, as a man not as a doctor, that some of them desevered their cruel treament. He soon arrived at his spacious luxurious home, parked his car, and made his way inside. A middle aged man of 45, he had been very happily married to his wife since college. They now have 3 children are still very much in love, and would do anything and everything for one another. "Hey baby" Roger softly spoke out, as he leaned down to gently kiss his wife's cheek. "Hey you" she softly replied. "How was the meeting?" "Oh........is was ok. Its getting harder to reach them all, though I do try. It seems like we have new members every few weeks. Sweetie, it looks like you amazon women are slowly taking over the earth" he lovingly joked to his wife, as they both gave out soft loving giggles. She then sexily stood up, removed her lingeries lacy see-thru kimono robe, and flexed her massively muscled, amazingly sexy, physique. "Dont worry, my baby......" she cooed with a smile, as she expanded her muscular body into one incredibly full and broad lat spread, ".......I'll protect you"