Breaking Bobby
by Sonofjack; sonofjackwell@gmail.com
Bobby and Susie had a good relationship that would be even better once Susie broke him once and for all.


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"Aw, come on, Susie, just give me one more chance," Bobby pleaded.

"But, Sweetie, that's what you said last time," Susie reminded him.

"Please, Baby," Bobby said, "It's only fair."

"I told you last time, Bobby, "The champ is retired."

Bobby could feel his blood run hot with anger. He hated it when his girlfriend
Susie referred to herself as "The Champ".

"Besides, the last time we did it I accidently hurt your arm," she reminded
him. "It just isn't safe for us to wrestle. You're much too delicate!"

Now Bobby's blood was boiling. But what could he say? It was true. Every time
he and his sexy girlfriend Susie wrestled, she easily overpowered him.

It started off very playful and innocent. They'd only been dating a short
while and were still getting to know each other. Bobby managed to get Susie
into bed on their second date which for Bobby was taking it slow. In the past
he'd often dated two women at the same time and taken them both to bed on the
first date.

But now that he looked back on it, he began to wonder if it wasn't Susie who'd
taken him to bed on the second date. She'd certainly been in charge of things
ever since.

It was a common part of Bobby's strategy to engage the many women he'd gone to
bed with in a little playful wrestling. It was a subtle way of establishing
his dominance. It was also a way to impress women with his strength and
ultra-masculinity. Bobby believed that all women secretly wanted to be
dominated. His personal experiences reinforced this notion. Even feminists
with strong notions of gender equality melted and became his subservient pets
when he displayed his considerable masculine charms.

Bobby was, to say the least, an impressive physical specimen. He was 6'4" and
weighed 187 pounds of bulging, rippling muscles. He had a manly chest with
just the right amount of hair and hard, cut six-pack abs. As one of his former
girlfriends who happened to be a sculptor put it, Bobby possessed "the ideal
masculine form in both face and body". Every woman who had ever been with him
never stopped wanting him. They all knew for certain that they would never
been with such a beautiful man again.

But when Bobby began to playfully wrestle with Susie that first time, he
noticed that her muscles did not yield to his like all the other women he'd
been with. In fact, Susie didn't just somehow manage resist Bobby, she was
able to overpower him. And she made it look easy!

This made no sense at all to Bobby since he was a foot taller than she was
with much bigger muscles. Also he must have outweighed her by close to seventy
pounds. That first night Susie defeated him and pinned him to the bed. Then
she mounted him and gave him the fucking of his life. Even though Bobby had
been to bed with two and even three women at the same time, his first night
with Susie was like losing his virginity all over again.

The next time they went to bed together, Bobby tried to wrestle Susie again
with similar results. After the third time Susie easily conquered him, he
concluded that this must be some kind of fluke. "It must have something to do
with center of gravity or something," he told himself because he refused to
believe that any woman - especially a woman who looked as spectacular as Susie
- was tuly stronger than he was. "That's just crazy," he told himself.

For most men the frequent, mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasms induced by
an incredibly beautiful woman would have been good enough. Susie was an
amazingly adept and generous lover. Most men would have found a way to live
with being second best. However, Bobby was not most men. For him, the thought
of being second best was unacceptable.

On the other hand, Bobby wasn't stupid enough to jeopardize the awesome thing
he had going for. All he wanted was to be able to beat Susie at one sport -
any sport

First he went running with her. She smoked him in the 100 meter dash and
looked spectacular doing it. In the 400 meter hurdles she was crossing the
finish line as he was clearing the seventh hurdle. In the mile run, he was
pretty sure that she set a new world record.

When it came to riding bicycles, Susie had to be careful because her powerful
legs kept causing the bicycle chains to break. Once she mastered that problem
though, Booby found it impossible to keep up with her.

When they played tennis she beat him 6-0 in three straight sets. In fact, he
only managed to score a few points in some of the early games because Susie
had never played tennis before. Once she caught on, he was not able to return
a single one of her serves. Nor was he able to keep up with any of her
volleys. She had an uncanny knack for always hitting the ball hard and
lightning fast just within the line and only an inch or two past where he
could get to it.

The most vexing thing about their tennis match was that afterward, he was
dripping with perspiration and panting for breath. Meanwhile, Susie looked
like she'd just stepped out of a sporting goods catalog where she'd been
modeling her cute little tennis outfit. Only, Susie looked better than any
model who ever lived.

When they went bowling, Bobby bowled a 257. Susie bowled a perfect game (of
course).

And how do you defeat a first time golfer who hits a two under par on her
first hole? From the third hole on it was nothing but holes in one.

Susie was superhumanly competant at every physical endeavor she attempted, and
she hardly even tried. Furthermore, while she seemed to enjoy winning, it
didn't really mean anything to her. She took it in stride as if it was
expected. To her, winning at everything was like breathing was to the rest of
us.

And Bobby couldn't figure out how she could apparently be so powerful. Susie
had a great body for sure, but she didn't have an athlete's body. Her body was
fit and trim, but it was also very soft and round.

It bothered Bobby that Susie beat him at everything, but losing at wrestling
bothered him the most. He began to secretly watch instructional wrestling
videos online. He also began to work out like he'd never worked out before.
After months of secretly preparing himself, he felt sure that he could beat
her.

"Come on, Susie, it would mean so much to me," he whined.

"But, Sweetie, you know how you get when I defeat you. You get all moody and
sullen. Then you mope around until I take your mind off of it by fucking you.
I like the fucking part, but I don't like making by boyfriend sad. And it's
all so silly; who cares if I can easily beat you at any sport ever invented?"

"See! Right there! You didn't just say that you could beat me; you said you
could 'easily' beat me. You LOVE rubbing it in," he accused.

"Oh poo!" said Susie, "Maybe I do a little. I'll admit that it makes me feel
sexy knowing how easy I can defeat you. But don't you want me to feel sexy?"
She asked this last part with a seductive voice which she followed up with a
sexy lower lip bite.

"Oh no!" Bobby cried, "You can't seduce me into forgetting about it this
time." They both knew this was a lie. Susie could seduce Bobby into doing damn
near anything. The only thing in the world that Bobby wanted more than to beat
Susie in some sport - any sport - was to continue fucking her.

And when it came to the art of seduction, Susie had a lot to work with. She
was to feminine perfection what Bobby was to masculine perfection. If
anything, Susie was even more perfect (which seems impossible, but if you ever
saw Susie, you'd nod your head in agreement). She was 5'4" with a beautiful,
girl-next-door face, lush, full lips, sparkling blue eyes, golden blonde hair,
a smooth, radiant complexion and a smile that would light up the gloomiest
day.

She was a collection of contradictions. She somehow seemed both obtainable and
yet completely out of your league. She radiated innocence, and yet she
simultaneously oozed wild, reckless sensuality. She gave the impression of
cool competence and intelligence and yet still seemed delightfully ditzy and
silly. She exuded confidence and...

Well, no, her confidence was constant and unshakable.

And she had the kind of body that women dream of having for themselves and men
dream of being with. She had large, gravity defying breasts that were also
soft, supple and squeezable. Her trim tummy was flat and inviting. Her tight,
perfectly round ass was transcendent. Her long, shapely legs were sublime.

If one had to pick one word to describe Susie (besides "perfection") one might
pick bouncy. She had a bouncy personality - the kind that made others happier
to be alive - as well as a bouncy stride. Her lovely hair bounced, her large
beasts definitely bounced and one could no doubt bounce half dollars off her
shapely ass all day long if she permitted them to.

So as frustrated as Bobby felt by Susie's apparent physical superiority, he
had no thoughts of breaking up with her. He was utterly captivated and maybe
even more in love with her than he was with himself. Besides, despite all the
evidence, Bobby was still in denial. He still could not believe that anyone as
feminine and beautiful as Susie could really be stronger than he was

"Look, Susie, I'll level with you. I've been working out, and I think that I
can beat you now," Bobby explained. "I've even learned a lot of new wrestling
moves."

Susie giggled. "That's just silly, Honey. Don't you know by now that you'll
never be able to beat me at anything? Never. At anything."

"Is that so?" Bobby said angrily.

"Of course, Sweetie," she replied as if the matter was settled. Then she
giggled again

Bobby couldn't take any more. "Stop laughing at me! It isn't funny! And I
don't care how strong or fast or good you appear to be."

Susie's demeanor changed. She went from being amused to cool. "What do you
mean how strong I 'appear' to be? Don't you believe that I'm really stronger
than you?"

"No! Of course not! That's just crazy. How can a girl as small as you be
stronger than a man like me. It just doesn't make any sense. It just isn't
fair. Not only am I much bigger then you, but I work out all the time, and you
never do."

It's true. Susie maintained her killer body through no effort at all. She
never worked out, and she ate whatever she wanted. In fact, while Bobby
carefully watched his diet, Susie gorged herself on double cheeseburgers,
chili-cheese fries, vanilla milkshakes and banana cream pie. She also loved
pizza with extra cheese, chicken pot pie, ice cream and donuts. She hated
spinach.

"Fair or not, Sweetie, that's the way it is. Furthermore, Sweetie, you could
work out from dusk 'til dawn for the next ten years and you'd never be one
third as awesome as I am. Never." It wasn't just what Susie was saying that
made Bobby mad. It was the way she said it with such confidence and certainty.

"Bull! That's bullshit! In fact, I'll bet you that I can lift more weight than
you right now. Come on, let's go," he insisted.

Susie let out a tired sigh. "Okay, but if I agree to this, after I defeat you,
will you finally accept once and for all that I'm much, much stronger then you
are?"

"Fine!" he agreed. They made their way from the bedroom to Bobby's personal
gym.

"So this is what your gym looks like," Susie said. She'd never been inside
before mostly because she'd never been interested. There were several
impressive weight machines placed about as well as free weights and a high-end
treadmill.

Over the bench press bench on the uprights was a bar with four large plates
loaded on it. Bobby began to explain as if he was hosting a weightlifting
seminar. "Each of these four plates weighs 34 kilograms and the bar and the
collars are 25 kilograms. That comes to -"

"Three hundred and fifty four point nine, four, four, four pounds," Susie
interrupted.

"Wait, how did you make that conversion so quickly?" he asked.

"I'm gifted," she said. The "Duh!" was unspoken but understood.

"Anyway, I'm going to bench press that massive weight," Bobby said. Susie did
her best to pretend to be impressed. Bobby laid on the bench, dramatically
griped the bar and said, "I've only bench pressed this much weight once
before." Then he took a couple of deep breaths and eased the bar off the
uprights.

He slowly lowered the bar to his chest and with a great deal of effort lifted
it back up and placed it in its resting place. "Whew!" he panted. "I don't
mind telling you now that halfway through I wasn't sure I was going to make
it."

"That was impressive," Susie said as she walked over to where the bar was
resting. She gripped the bar with one hand easily lifted the entire 354.9444
pounds like it was nothing. "You're pretty strong for a boy," she said. Then
she began doing one handed curls with the weight.

Bobby looked at his hot girlfriend performing this feat of super strength in
silence. Then he got a determined look on his face and got up from the bench.
He went over to where his weight plates were stored and picked up two smaller
plates. "What are those for?' Susie asked.

"These are two 11 kilogram plates. I'm going to add one to each side of the
barbell."

"Why?" asked Susie.

"We're having a lifting contest aren't we? I'm adding weight so that I can
lift more."

"I don't think that's a very good idea, Sweetie. You said yourself that you
only barely lifted the bar when it had less weight on it. I don't think this
would be a great time for you to try to lift more."

"I know what I'm doing," Bobby insisted.

"Besides, what's the point of lifting another 48.5016 pounds?" Susie asked.

"What do you mean? It' a weight lifting contest," Bobby said defensively.

"Maybe you didn't notice, Honey, but I just lifted and curled with one hand
the weight that you were barely able to bench press. I'd say that this 'weight
lifting contest' was over. You lost."

"I didn't lose!" Bobby insisted, "I'm not finished yet."

Susie walked up to Bobby and said, "Let me see one of those plates." Bobby
handed one of them over to her. She gripped the steel plate in her hands and
with very little effort, folded it in half. "I say that you're finished now,
and that you lost."

"Bitch!" Bobby shouted. "You ruined my weight!"

Susie went from cool to ice cold. She bent the plate back into it former
shape. "There; your weight is as good as new," she said as she handed it back
to her stunned boyfriend. He stood there as if in a stupor not sure what to do
next.

"Let me just make a few things perfectly clear," Susie said. She put her hand
on Bobby's strong, broad shoulder and began to push him towards the floor.
Though he tried to resist, he quickly found his knees buckling. Within seconds
he was on his knees looking up at Susie. Despite his humiliation, pain and
fear, it wasn't a bad view.

"I've decided that this contest is over. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, Susie." Bobby replied. It took half his will to keep his voice from
trembling and the other half to keep from wetting his pants.

"This silly contest is over. I'm stronger than you - end of story." When Bobby
didn't immediately agree with this declaration Susie smiled sweetly and asked,
"Don't you agree, Honey?" When he still didn't respond, Susie applied more
pressure to Bobby's shoulder.

Bobby grunted in pain and gritted his teeth, but he still did not respond.

Susie took her hand off her boyfriend's shoulder and stated, "Maybe I should
try another strategy. I don't want to crush you shoulder just to prove a
point." Bobby was relieved to hear this.

"First of all, if I'm going to give you idea of what I'm really capable of,
I'd better change into some less restrictive clothing. She whipped off the
tight sweater she was wearing to reveal her pretty pink bra that was straining
to contain her large, breathtaking breasts. Of course the main reason she did
this was because she knew that Bobby would be mesmerized by the sight of her
gorgeous, large tits.

She walked over to the corner where Bobby stored his golf bag and other sports
equipment. She casually fingered the heads of the clubs. "You're very proud of
your golf clubs, aren't you, Sweetie?"

"Yes, Susie," he replied warily.

"Remember that time we played golf. Even though I'd never played before and I
was using your old clubs, I still crushed you. Remember, Honey?"

"Yes, Susie," Bobby confirmed.

Susie pulled three clubs out of Bobby golf bag. "These clubs are made of
titanium aren't they, Honey?" Bobby nodded yes as the blood drained from his
face. "Titanium... that stuff is supposed to be pretty strong, huh?" Bobby
could not respond due to the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Susie locked eyes with Bobby and smiled at him. She held the three clubs out
in front of her with both hands and easily bent them in half. Bobby groaned as
if he was in physical pain. She then took out his biggest driver and gripped
the head of the club in her two hands. "This head is also made of titanium
isn't in, Sweetie?"

Bobby managed to muster up another "Yes, Susie."

Susie began squeezing the golf club head. With just the power in her two
hands, she squeezed she titanium head completely out of shape. "There. I've
just ruined four of your beloved clubs with my immense strength. There's not a
damn thing you can do about it, and we both know it. Now are you ready to
admit that I'm stronger than you?"

Bobby looked like he wanted to cry. Still he would not admit the obvious.

Susie went back to the corner where Bobby stored his sports equipment. This
time she took his custom made bowling ball out of its bag. She carried it over
to where Bobby was still kneeling on the floor. "Honey, I wish you weren't
full of so much male pride. Don't you see that I've got to force you to say
the words? That's the only way I can be sure that this is over once and for
all." As she spoke, she gently caressed the side of his face with her soft,
delicate looking free hand.

When Bobby felt Susie's gentle caress, he wanted to give in. Her touch was
soothing and loving. Just the gentle stroke of her hand against his face was
enough to get him aroused. He wanted to surrender and throw himself at her
sexy feet and grovel before her. He wanted to worship her and treat her like
the goddess of strength and beauty that she was. Only... he lacked the courage
to admit defeat to a woman even though he knew she was his superior in every
way.

"I love you, Bobby-boy, but you are going to admit my superiority or suffer
the consequences." Without another word, she tossed his bowling ball into the
air. She took the hand that she'd been using to pet his face, balled it into a
fist and punched that bowling ball in midair.

Her blow was so powerful that the bowling ball exploded into powder over Bobby
head. The pieces - none of which were as big as a bb - rained down harmlessly
on Bobby's head. Susie then abruptly grabbed Bobby by his collar, lifted him
high into the air with her left hand and balled up the fist of her right hand.

"You saw what I did to that bowling ball with one punch," she began as she
shook her fist at him. "Would you like to see what one fist could do to your
face?" She let him dangle in the air for a few more seconds while she
continued to shake her fist threateningly. "Well?"

Finally, Bobby broke. "Yes, yes, it's true, it's true! You're stronger than I
am. You're much, much stronger than I am. You're a goddess, and I'm nothing
but your bitch. I admit it, only please, please don't hit me. I'm begging you,
please, don't hit me." Bobby was sobbing.

Susie lowered her much larger boyfriend into a gentle cradle hold, carried him
over to the bench press bench and sat down with Bobby in her lap. "Shhhh," she
whispered gently, "It's okay, Baby, I'm not going to hit you. Don't cry,
Sweetheart. Hush now, Baby, it's okay." As she spoke, she lovingly kissed her
boyfriend's tears away.

After a few minutes of rocking, kissing and speaking in a hushed comforting
tone, Susie managed to calm Bobby down. "So you admit that I'm stronger than
you?" she asked gently."

"Yes, Susie," Bobby replied.

"And you admit that I'm your superior in every way?" she asked.

"Yes, Honey," he agreed.

"And don't you think that from now on you should accept that I'm the
unquestioned boss of this relationship?"

"Yes, Susie," Bobby responded with no hesitation.

"Just to be clear, what exactly does that mean to you?" Susie asked.

"It means that from now on, I do whatever you say without question or
hesitation," Bobby explained.

"So what if I insist that you get down on your hands and knees and grovel
before me in a crowded restaurant?" Susie asked.

"Then I would get down on my hands and knees and grovel and lay at your feet
like a loyal dog until you gave me permission to get up," he replied.

This gave Susie an idea. "What if I required you to wear a collar and leash
while I walked you around the block?" Susie asked.

"It would be done, Master," Bobby ad-libbed.

Susie smiled a thousand kilowatt smile and said, "Master? I like the sound of
that, Sweetheart." Susie didn't have any intention of really making Bobby
demonstrate his subservience in public this way, but she definitely had some
ideas about what she would make him do in private.

"I'm happy that my obedience pleases you," Bobby said without a hint of irony.

"What about your foolish male ego?" Susie asked.

"You scared it out of me," Bobby answered. "Now I consider it an honor just to
serve you, and I'm willing to do whatever you order me to do."

"And why is that?" asked Susie.

"Because I worship you and because I am terrified of your awesome strength,
Master," Bobby explained.

"Honey, I think that we're going to be happier than ever now that we both know
who the boss is," Susie said.

"I agree," said Bobby, "What is your first command, Master?"

"Kiss me, Bobby, while you fondle my big tits."

After several minutes of gleeful compliance, Bobby said, "Can I ask you a
question, Master?"

"Sure, Sweetheart, what is it?"

"How... how much weight can you lift?"

"I'm not sure," she replied honestly. "But come with me; I have something to
show you that I think you'll like." Susie stood up and carried Bobby with her.

"Do I have a choice?" he joked.

"I thought we already covered that," she joked back.

Susie carried Bobby outside to where his 1965 T-Bird was parked. She set him
down and walked slowly over to the classic automobile. "What are you doing,
Honey?" Bobby asked nervously.

"Whatever I want," she replied.

"You... you're not going to try to lift my car are you?" Bobby didn't want her
to risk damaging his beautiful car, but he was much too intimidated to object.

"Don't be silly, Sweetie," she said, "A little car like that isn't even a
challenge." She walked past the T-Bird to her Jeep Cherokee that was park
behind it. She was still wearing just her sexy bra on her upper body. As Bobby
looked on in disbelief, Susie lifted up the front end of the recreational
vehicle until her arms were fully extended. She slowly began to walk forward
under the car until she lifted it completely off the ground.

She stood there holding it for several seconds. She was calm and didn't appear
to be straining in the least. Then she just as carefully placed the SUV back
on the ground, and walked back over to her boyfriend. "So, what do you think?"

Bobby fell to his knees and crawled over to Susie and began kissing her
sandaled feet. "Forgive me, Master, (kiss kiss) I was a fool (kiss kiss) to
think that (kiss kiss) I could ever hope (kiss kiss) to measure up (kiss kiss)
to your awesomeness (kiss kiss)."

"You're right about that," Susie agreed.

"But, Master, (kiss kiss) there's one thing (kiss kiss) I still don't
understand (kiss kiss)."

"What's that, Sweetie?"

"How can you be sooo strong even though you don't have very big muscles?" he
asked.

"I DO have big muscles, Sweetie; they just don't come out unless I flex. See?"
Then Susie flexed and her soft feminine body was instantly transformed into
shedded, hard, lovely feminine muscle. Her abs became so ripped that they
looked like they could be used to grate cheese. Her leg muscles expanded and
popped. Every inch of her luscious body looked like it was carved out of
marble. And yet she still maintained her lush, feminine curves.

Most impressive of all were her biceps which exploded off her arms and
expanded to sixteen inch boulders with lovely round peaks. They were as big as
Bobby's flexed biceps but somehow looked twice as dense and hard.

Bobby stood up and said, "Master, can I... can I please...."

"What, Baby? Whatever you want."

"Can I... may I please touch your biceps?"

"Of course, Baby, any time you want. You can even lick and kiss them if you
want." There was no need for Susie to repeat that invitation. Bobby went over
to Susie, stooped down and reverently began worshipping her diamond hard,
divine biceps with his lips and tongue. Her skin was satin smooth, and he
would later swear on a stack of Bibles that it tasted like butterscotch!

After giving full attention to both sexy muscles, Bobby asked, "Why would a
goddess like you even bother with a wimp like me?"

"Are you kidding?" asked Susie, "Look at you, Bobby; you're gorgeous! And your
ten inch dick doesn't hurt either!" She threw him over her shoulder. She began
walking towards the house.

"Are you taking me to bed?" Bobby asked with an overflowing heart.

"I'll never make it that far," Susie explained, "I'm so hot for you right now
that I'll be lucky to make ten feet past the front door before I throw you on
the floor and ravish you. There's just one thing, Honey."

"What?"

"If you ever raise your voice in anger or call me 'bitch' again, I promise to
visit you every day that you're in the hospital. Is that understood?"

*GULP* "Yes, Master."

"In this case, call me Susie," she insisted.

"Yes, Susie, but it doesn't really matter because as far as I'm concerned,
'Susie' and 'Master' are the same."

"I like the way you think, Precious." When she got to the house she kicked the
heavy wooden door completely off its hinges. She only made it nine feet inside
before tossing Bobby down on the carpeted floor.

"Now, show me these new wrestling moves you've learned...."

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