Losing a Fight; Facing Julie

My girlfriend Evelyn loves watching a fight between two males. And she's seen plenty. But she's never seen a belly punch. And that's what she longs to see. She knows it's embarrassing to lose that way, and she finds that so very hot. I told her it is, indeed, the most embarrassing way to lose a fight. The worse part is facing your girlfriend afterwards.

The moment Evelyn found out I'd taken it in the belly and lost fights that way, she was all over me. I could see how turned on she was by the very thought of a fist in my belly. And she had so many questions. I told her the best way to answer her questions was to tell her the stories of my fights, with all the details. Naturally, some of the details were exaggerated. But she didn't know that. Maybe you can tell what parts of my stories are true, what parts are enhanced, and what parts, if any, are complete fabrication. Not that it matters, because Evelyn likes my stories just as I tell them.

One of the things Evelyn wanted to know was how my girlfriends took my losses. Well, one thing for sure, is that going back to a girlfriend after being beat up by another guy, is very awkward. I never know quite what to say. And it's obvious the girlfriend is also having difficulty with how to treat me and what to say.

An example of this was the fight I lost in front of Julie. It was a three punch fight. The guy drove his fists deep into my belly three times in about three seconds. The first punch was the hardest. I could feel it digging deep into my stomach, and it forced me to let out a loud, "OOOOOFFFFF," type of sound. The next two punches also plunged deep into my belly and the pain I felt was beyond description, The three punch combination may have been painful for me, but it was sheer pleasure for the other guy's girlfriend. She let out a loud "WEEEEEEEEEEE" sound of pleasure as her guy humiliated me in front of Julie.

The last punch made me crumple up and fall to the ground. The moment I hit the dirt, I heard his girlfriend let out a "WOOO-HOOO." As I laid there holding my sore belly, all I could do was let out groan after painful groan. And even though I was incapacitated, I could see and hear everything around me. That part turned out to be worse than the pain in my belly. After hearing the other guy's girlfriend let out all the celebratory screaming, I also had to hear her taunt Julie. I heard her tell Julie I didn't know how to fight, and that she needed to find a real man, not a pussy. When she said that, I suddenly realized Julie would certainly see me as a pussy from now on. But there was nothing I could do about it. I thought of getting up and going after that guy, but I knew he'd just beat me up again. So I stayed down, hoping he would go away. And he did. Once everyone saw I wasn't about to get back up, the other guy's woman ran to her winner; her hands all over him in congratulatory payment. Just the opposite of Julie.

I was staying on the ground in belly agony. And suddenly a new flood of embarrassment came over me. I glanced over at Julie. I really didn't want to look her way, but something inside made me do it. I should never have looked. The expression of embarrassment on Julie's face only made my own embarrassment increase tenfold.

I was done. Everyone knew it. The other guy left with his joyful girlfriend, and I was left alone to face Julie. She didn't come over to comfort me or even help me up. She let me get up on my own and then walk over to her. She hadn't moved at all during the fight. As I approached her I could see she was not only embarrassed, but she now stared at me with disdain.

I didn't know what to say. This was such an awkward moment. There was complete silence between us for what seemed to be such a long time, although it was in reality, only a few seconds.

Finally, the silence was ended with Julie digging in on me. "So Ronnie................... what have you got to say for yourself?

What was I supposed to say to her? I had to think quickly. "I kind of tripped just when I was about to punch him," I said. And then to re-enforce my position, I added "Yeah, I tripped."

Julie knew this was a lame excuse. She just looked at me with scorn. "Uh-huh...... sure you did.... shuuure you did," she exclaimed in her most sarcastic tone.

Julie lived with her best friend, and the walk back to her apartment was a silent one. I almost pleaded with Julie not to tell her roommate about the fight, but I decided not to. I knew Julie would want to let out some steam by telling her friend the entire fight story. When we got to her place she told me she had a headache and wanted to go to bed. To me, that was as lame as an excuse to push me away, as my excuse for losing was. So I pressed her. "Julie, please. Just tell me how you feel right now. Are you mad at me for losing that fight?"

She took a deep breath and then let me have it. "Okay," she started, "You want to know how I feel about the fight. Okay! Well, I was totally embarrassed. You just stood there and let that other guy completely dominate you. He humiliated you. Right in front of me and his girlfriend. You didn't even try to put up a fight. No. Instead you fell to the ground after a couple of his punches so that you wouldn't have to actually fight. As you were rolling around on the ground groaning, his girlfriend told me I should get a boyfriend who knows how to fight. She gave me this look like I'm also a loser because you're a loser. Ronnie, honestly, at that moment I felt so disappointed in you, and angry that you embarrassed me like that. And.... Oh Gawd, I shouldn't tell you this.... but a feeling of wanting to be taken by him overwhelmed me. I felt so jealous of his girlfriend who obviously went away to reward him. I looked at you, and you were just holding your stupid tummy and groaning." Julie ended the conversation by giving me a fist in the belly. It wasn't that hard of a punch, but she wanted to make a point. "There! Now go home groaning," she said mockingly.

And with that, she turned around and went into her apartment. The next day Julie called me and broke up with me. She said she didn't need a doormat for a boyfriend.

I told my next girlfriend, Mia, that story. I had to because Mia was a friend of Julie's and heard about the fight from her. She wanted to hear my side of what happened. I told Mia everything. She called Julie a bitch for treating me like that. But when I told my current girlfriend, Evelyn that story, she sided with Julie. Evelyn told me she was embarrassed just to hear it. She also told me how turned on the story made her feel. And that's my Evelyn; always wanting to know the details of my belly beatings. Every single detail.