Beaten Up Again 
by Ibfeysaat



(Questions and comments to ibfeysaat18@gmail.com)

My pulse was racing. I was terrified. It was going to happen again. I was
going to get beaten up by a girl. And there was nothing I could do about
it. That feeling of dread washed over me. And as always, I got a boner.

The first time was in 8th grade. That bully Amber Connor made good on her
threats and beat me up in front of about 30 kids at the baseball fields. It
was a slaughter and I was totally humiliated. I replayed the fight in my
mind millions of times and I always got a boner.

The next time was sophomore year. Bethany Warren warned me but I didn't
listen. She pounded me in front of her 3 friends. I was bloody and very
sorry that I ever crossed her. She made me beg for mercy and I swear to God
that her and her friends got sexually excited by her complete domination
and subjugation of me. When I replayed that one sided slaughter I would
masturbate.

The last time was senior year. A lowly freshman, Sonya Weber delighted in
beating me up in the girls locker room after catching me spying. After she
beat the crap out of me she made me kiss her bare feet before Miss Jones
came in and saved me. God knows what she would have done to me had not for
Miss Jones. Afterwards, I went home and cried while masturbating
remembering the debacle.

And now, even away at college it seems that I'm not safe from those wild
girls. They were following me. I could hear them. I think they wanted me
to. "He just looks like he wants you to beat him up. The way he leers at
you, you can tell that he's just asking for it." "I know. And he's gonna
get it." I began walking faster.

But I was never going to get away. I was thinking about just running away
as fast as I could. Her hand grabbed my shoulder and she turned me to face
her. There was no where to hide. I hesitantly asked what she was going to
do. She laughed and said that she was going to beat me up like all those
other girls. I quaked, "wait... what, what do you mean?" I could tell, she
knew. She could just smell the fear and shame that goes with getting beaten
up and humiliated by girls and then masturbating over my own emasculation.
Her name is Heather and she is in my psych class. She catches me staring
and I turn away in embarrassment. But she's so hot, I can't help it. She's
trim and athletic and has coal black hair which attracts me like a moth to
a flame. I was about to get burned up. "Look me in the eyes Mikey and tell
me that you have never been beaten up by a girl. And while we're at it,
admit it, you have dreamed and fantasized about me beating you up, haven't
you? Don't lie to me. I catch you staring every day in class."

Oh God, she knew. I dreamed of worshipping her. But from the safety of my
own mind. Now I was face to face with my Goddess and my inferiority was
evident. I couldn't lie to her so I looked downward and didn't answer her
questions. She could smell my fear and see my trembling and feel my shame
and my rock hard boner was the final straw. She uttered, "I'll bet you have
a stiffy Mikey, don't you? The thought of getting beaten up by a girl turns
you on doesn't it?" She didn't even give me a chance to answer before she
grabbed my rock hard mini cock and squeezed. "I knew it. Sissy boy here has
a boner. I'm going to beat the shit out of you loser. It's your lucky day!"

Then, without warning, she stepped forward and punched me in the stomach.
My feet backpedaled while she followed me step for step. Oof! She buried
her fist deep inside my heaving belly. The little hellcat was just getting
started. A stiff jab to my nose brought tears to my eyes. She had only hit
me 3 times but I was already beaten. My self esteem evaporated. My shame
rose as did my masochistic little cock. With my flimsy defenses trying to
protect my belly she just punched me in the nose again. Oh no it's
happening again. And another and another. Her eyes were gleaming and her
smile of satisfaction told me how much she was basking in the dominant
position she was in. She was in control and I was her hapless victim. Oh
God I'm getting beaten up again and I can't do anything but take it. I'm
not man enough to fight back against a college girl. Where was Miss Jones
or anyone to save me. The hopelessness of my situation consumed me.

Her friends were jumping up and down and egging her on. As humiliating as
getting beaten up by another girl was, having her friends relishing in my
shame made it even worse. "Pound that little sissy Heather! Show him who's
boss. Make him bleed. Oh God you're dominating that pathetic baby."

I lunged at her to grab a hold of her so she couldn't hit me any more. But
she got me in a headlock and twisted me around in circles. Heather spun me
to the ground and got on top of me. My struggles were no match for her
feminine strength. She captured my arms and ground her knees into them
executing a perfect schoolgirl pin. Completely vulnerable and at her mercy
I was hoping she would have some. But of course it was not to be. She
grabbed a handful of hair with her left hand and punched me in the mouth
with her right. My lips crunched against my teeth and started bleeding.
"You're in big trouble now Mikey. Is this what you wanted? You crave
humiliation. You love to get dominated and subjugated by girls don't you?
Want another?" She kissed her fist before punching me in the mouth again.
My lips were bleeding. My nose was bleeding. I was helpless, defenseless,
and ashamed. One more punch to my mouth and I no longer could maintain any
semblance of bravado. I started crying like a baby as she punched me over
and over and laughing the whole time. She made me beg her for mercy but was
having too much fun beating me bloody to stop.

"You want some mercy sissy boy, then you have to kiss my pussy and
apologize. Kiss it bitch!" She scooted forward and smothered me underneath
her hot and rough denim jeans. She ground her pussy in my face crushing me
and depriving me of much needed air. She lifted up for a moment and
suggested that I get a breath before smothering me again under her symbol
of femininity. She humped my face like a wanton hussy. She got off on it
and maybe even came on my face but I couldn't tell because the lack of
oxygen made me pass out.

I awoke and struggled to get breath back into my lungs as the focus of my
surroundings became clearer. Heather was standing over me with her foot on
my chest flexing her muscles in the ultimate symbol of female supremacy.
The fight was over but not my humiliation. She  bent down and unsnapped my
jeans before stripping me in front of her friends. My shrimpy boner was
revealed for all to see. They laughed at my pathetic symbol of masculinity.
Heather grabbed my arms and hauled me to my feet. "Look at yourself, loser!
You just got beaten up by a girl and you have a boner. Tiniest boner I've
ever seen. I'll bet you'd like me to jerk you off wouldn't you? Keep
dreaming loser."

She kneed me in the balls! Really hard. The searing burning pain emanated
from my core to every nerve ending in my body. As I tried to scream, she
nutted me again. The pain and shame was debilitating. I started crying
again and choked out pleas for mercy. But Heather was undeterred. She
continued busting my nuts until I passed out from the pain.

A few minutes later I awoke in pain from head to toe. Heather beat me up
and humiliated me far worse than any of the other girls. I got dressed and
limped home. It was several days until the pain subsided enough for me to
jerk off without pain. I'm afraid to come out of my room. It doesn't
matter. Heather just texted me. She's gonna beat me up again.