SPH Experiences: The Beat Down
By TinyGusher.
His harassment and calls saying things like “How’s my cum taste, dumbass? She’s fucking me while you’re at work, you idiot, you’ve been eating my cum from her pussy.”
She manipulated two dumb males with ease, but l eventually caught on and dumped her. A couple of days later, she made him extremely jealous and led him to my house on purpose. There were a few people with him, a couple of my friends, and a crowd formed made up of them and neighbors. I met him in the middle of the street. I started to say, “Hold on, we can work this out…” but before I got halfway through the sentence, he punched me in the mouth twice before I could even react.
I swung and missed, and he picked me up and slammed me. I got up dazed and confused, but couldn’t see anything as I was temporarily blind. He got me into a headlock. He dragged me, and then I started running with it like an idiot. With my help and full power, he directed and smashed the top of my head into a tree. They said the impact echoed through the neighborhood.
Knocking me out, falling face down. I pissed myself. She got a complete view of all of this. He slapped me until I came to. I let out this crazy noise and was crying. He continued to slap me and talk smack because at that point, I was obviously done and completely defeated.
My friends just stood there, intimidated because they couldn’t fight. He got me to my knees and grabbed my head in a neck snap position.
Then he held my head toward her, made me look her in the eyes, and said, “I give up.”
I had no choice.
He had me.
Can you imagine how humiliating that was to be forced by her ex-boyfriend to say those words to the girl I was in love with?
It was either that or death from a broken neck. She was smirking and called me a pussy and took him back on the spot. So her reunited and victorious alpha boyfriend chokes me out, and I went unconscious again. I think I may have suffered a mild heart attack. I started convulsing and felt a massive pain in my chest/ heart area, but eventually I came out of it.
He took my manhood, my girl, and my dignity.
She lied to me the entire time, used me as a pawn, always made fun of how small my penis was in front of people, made fun of me not being able to get an erection in front of people, made me eat his cum out of her vagina for half a year, denied me of any sex other than eating her out after she got fucked and cummed in, drained me of my paycheck every Friday, and got my ass kicked. It was humiliating and soul-crushing. I think it’s a huge contributing factor to developing a humiliation fetish to deal with it and all the other embarrassing events that have plagued me.
I have friends, but never an actual Girlfriend or anyone who’d partner up with me in life or have sex. I was mainly used as a chump. They’d let me try sex once or twice and be disappointed (because I could never practice or get experience). I did and still do actually try. It’s like they know automatically that I’m a loser. A good human, but rejected by nearly everything. My kinks have actually helped me in ways I never thought possible. I turned the tables on humiliation, rejection, and sexuality and made the cards I was dealt work for me and my unfortunate lot in life.
It sucks, like a level in Hell where the main thing you want the most, you can never have, yet nearly everyone else can.
But I still have hope for some reason. I know my window is closing, so l hope someone finally gives me a fair chance.
Recently, I was rejected by a homeless woman.
I offered her a place to stay, and she goes, “I’m not having sex with you, babydick.”
The few others did the same (eat my ex’s creampie thing) to me, except I caught on faster each time and didn’t get beaten down in front of them.
A couple of other times, I lost fights to girls in front of crowds and to the girls I liked.
Once in the 5th grade, I got mauled by a black girl in class trying to break up her fight with a girl I had a crush on. And in my 30s, at a party, I was making out with a girl (finally) when her friend, who hated me for no reason, barged in and pulled her away. We started arguing, and she put her leg behind mine and pushed me in the chest as hard as she could. I flew back and down, hitting the back of my head, knocking me out cold in front of everyone.
And this is the really crazy part concerning the title. Still, I think I’ve actually conquered that horrific experience through fetish by submitting to them and masturbating to them, cum tributes and all. I actually made a video jerking off and cumming on a picture of his and her face while verbally praising and submitting to them. I imagine them humiliating me and cuckolding me, among other things. I’m not sure how healthy it is, but it seems to have helped me tremendously. I don’t cringe when I think about it now. If anything, it turns me on, just as knowing people are reading this does.
Until I finally find a partner, this is how I cope. When I was a kid, my stepfather told me l would grow up to be a loser and die alone. I’m still trying to prove him wrong, but the evidence against him is overwhelming.
The End.
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