Fixation I

By Alamsci

My infatuation with muscular women began with her. She introduced me to the world of female domination and since then I've been hooked. I remember watching her playing in the park with her friends. At the time I was a 9th grader and she an 8th grader. Just from observing her behaviour it was obvious that she was the leader of her clique. When she spoke they all listened, when she moved they all followed. I  remember sitting alone watching them. She looked my way, disinterestedly, from time to time, but that was about it. Eventually, she walked up to me, put her hands akimbo, and gave me a threatening stare. Her anger was definitely in place, I mean, I've been staring at her for the last fifteen minutes.

 "You got a problem!"

"Ah…no"

"Then stop staring fat boy!"

Without waiting for an answer she turned around and walked away. To be honest with you I was a bit intimidated. First of all, I was new in town and did not know anyone. Secondly, this young girl looked tough. All right, she was not drop-dead gorgeous, but she had a nebulous aurora about her that bedazzled me, yet, made me feel small 

and insignificant. I knew I was in the wrong here, but why did she have to insult me. Sure, I was a bit overweight, but why did she have to point that out. She, on the other hand, was nowhere near overweight; on the contrary, she looked very strong. Later 

on, I found out that she was a hardcore swimmer and a top tennis player. Her shoulders looked broad and her forearms thick, unfortunately, that was about all I could make out from this first encounter, mainly due to the fact that I felt the need to 

look her in the face, and more importantly because I had already fallen under her spell.

She walked back to her friends, and started pointing at me and saying something, as 

they all started laughing. It's probably not that common for a guy to be instantly attracted to a girl that calls him a fat boy, but I instantly was. A part of me wanted to leave, so I wouldn't get humiliated even more, but a part of me wanted to stay around. 

Every time I looked her way I noticed her eyes sternly fixed upon me. I could no longer take it I was scared. I quickly got up and walked away. As I was leaving I heard her say, "Yeah fat boy….run a long!"

To be honest with you I was about to start running, but for some reason I managed to keep on walking at an extremely quick pace.

 My family and I had recently moved to this town so I couldn't wait for school to start, mainly so I could make some friends. 

In the middle of the school day one of my teachers sent me to the principal's office due to the fact that there was some confusion, regarding, my school records. On my way there I saw my tormentor as she was walking out of one of her classes. As soon as she realized who I was a big grin grew on her face. I quickly averted my gaze and 

attempted to walk past her, but to no ado. Instead of walking by me she stepped into my path, as I tried to move out of the way she instantly blocked me. I reluctantly looked into her bold face. "I bet you just wanna hit me don't ya!" She mocked.

 I didn't answer and averted my gaze to the ground. She slowly clasped her hands behind her head and tensed her gut. I looked up and two strong looking biceps met my gaze. Remember, we are in junior high so her biceps weren't extremely well defined, but they were big and strong for a girl her age. 

"Well why don't you have a go."

"No…it's okay!"

"I'm not really giving you a choice am I?" 

I balled up my fist and swung at her gut. She laughed, "Come on, you can't be that wimpy! AGAIN!"

This time I punched her with all my strength. She moved back a bit and breathed out slowly. I obviously did not hurt her, but I was actually worse off, I had irritated her. 

"Well, now its my…"

I quickly began turning around, but before I was done I felt a strong hand gripping my shoulder. She quickly turned me around and sunk her fist into my flabby gut. I doubled over, but could not concentrate on my wounded gut since her hand was roughly squeezing my shoulder, "I get two just like you!"

 Without hesitation she sunk her fist into my gut once again. I felt like crying out, but nothing came out, except for a few vague whimpers. Instead of letting me drop in misery she squeezed my shoulder blade until I was on both knees, I looked up at her 

with tear-filled eyes. She gazed down at me with a big grin. Next, she stuck out her hand, "Mary…nice to meet you…." 

I stuck mine my out, as our hands clasped I felt a sharp pain shoot through my arm. She was squeezing the life out of my thin hand, "I didn't catch your name.." she mocked.

 "Siiiimmmoooon" I let out. 

 "Well, it was nice meeting you Siiiiiimmmoooon. I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other."

 As she walked away I slowly stumbled to the bathroom and then to the principle's office. I luckily did not see her for the rest of the day. The way she humiliated me was not what occupied my thoughts, but it was thing young girl’s beauty and strength.  I really did not understand how I was attracted to a young girl that had kicked my ass and humiliated me with such ease. Her imposing figure and presence would not leave me, not just now, but for years to come. 

The next day, during recess, I saw her. To me she looked even better than the day before. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt, which showed off her strong arms. At that moment I realized I was to be whatever she wanted me to be. She was also wearing shorts, which revealed her muscular thighs and calves. I was standing with a few guys I had recently met, but my attention was fixed on her triceps, which seemed to be seductively cooing at me. She noticed me gawking and gave me a mean look. I quickly looked away, but it was to late, she walked up to me, "We still have a staring problem don't we?"

"I'm….sorry…. I" WHACK! She backhanded me powerfully and instantly. I 

stumbled back a bit and simultaneously covered my jaw. She stepped forward and grabbed me by the collar with both hands, "Don't let me catch you staring at me again!" Then she roughly shoved me to the ground and walked away.  

"Man how did you get on her bad side! You better watch it!"

"I don't know man… " I said as I tried to stand up.

"Well, if I were you I wouldn't go near her, look at how strong she is!"

Everyone had seen Mary push me around today so people mainly laughed at me, threw out sarcastic remarks, or simply ignored me. Basically, a great way to start the new school year in a new town, man, I couldn't wait for the school day to end. When it did I hurriedly made my way out, only to be met by Mary and a few of her friends. 

"Hey, Mary, there's that little freak!"

She turned around and looked at me as I turned a corner and quickened my pace.

"Get over here!"

I earnestly obliged. When I was in front of her she stepped forward and roughly shoved me to the ground. Her and her friends laughed and then walked away. Needless to say, my social life was slowly deteriorating and was about to get worse.  I knew Mary would not leave me alone, but why had she chosen me, I wasn't the only 

guy she could pick on. I was more than helpless, I was already obsessed with her, yet, I could do nothing about it. Besides was she really going to have feelings for a guy she enjoyed bullying. I really couldn't ask anyone for advice; they might think of me 

as a freak, well, maybe time will present solutions. 

The next day was no better; my descent into becoming Mary's, whatever she wanted was becoming inevitable. I simply couldn't take my eyes off her. At recess she just charged me, I began to run, but within seconds she had overtaken me. I was huffing and puffing and she was jogging. Once she overtook me I stopped, I mean she was playing with me. As I was catching my breath I felt her shin explode into my groin. I yelped out uncontrollably and dropped to the ground. She just looked down at me and loudly laughed. I was quickly becoming the laughing stock of the school and I could do nothing about it. 

Towards the end of the week no one talked to me, if they did it was to mock me. On Friday, during recess, as I was standing alone, Mary walked up to me, wrapped her thick arm around my neck and applied an unyielding one-armed headlock. She flexed and relaxed her arm repeatedly as I truly felt her strength, with every flex her arm 

hardened and my misery increased. She dragged me into the open, into an area where everyone could see. Then she balled up her fist and began punching me in the face. When she was pleased with her work she dragged me to a sand pit and threw me down, while maintaining her hold. She began pushing my head into the sand to a point where I could no longer breathe, but every once in awhile she would pull my 

battered face up for all to see. I couldn't hear or see anything, but I felt her iron grip being released. I started coughing and crying and eventually I managed to look up and noticed the principle standing right in front of me with Mary at his side.

The principle helped my hapless form up and led me to the bathroom. As I cleaned up I noticed that I had puffed up eye, a cut under the other, a swollen nose, and a bloody lip. I limped into the principle's office and sat down. He took one look at me and then 

turned his attention to Mary, who had barely broken a sweat. "I will not accept this. I'm going to call both of your parents, and we are going to settle this!!"

Our parents came, and we were suspended. 

A few days later Mary and her parents came over to console us. As our parents began conversing Mary and I went up to my room (I guess our parents thought it was okay, for us to be left alone, since they were around). Mary didn't seem concerned with what had happened. I remember her saying as we were walking up the stairs, "You 

know you're a complete loser now, no one is going to talk to you at school." I was terrified of her and did not say a word. Once we made it up to my room she began rummaging through my stuff, "Hey, stop that!" I yelled. 

"You better watch your mouth or I'll stuff my fist down your throat!" She calmly remarked. I was helpless, if I tried anything I was bound to get another hiding, so I watched as she turned my room into a complete mess, then the unthinkable happened, she found my muscle mags. She laughed as she looked through them, "You little 

pervert! No wonder you keep staring at me!" 

The thing is I started buying these mags after I laid eyes on her. Sure, I've been attracted to strong women since I can remember, but I had my doubts at first, but after seeing Mary I knew how I truly felt, I felt and thought the hell with society I'm a female muscle admirer if they like it or not. Sure her beatings had confused my 

feelings towards her, but they had strengthened my love for strong women.

As she was flipping through my magazines I was admiring her broad back and muscular legs, I was totally taken aback by her physique. Her strength and beauty seemed to magnify with every passing day.

She turned around and held up a picture of Cory Everson, "So you like women with big muscles… bigger than yours…..HA HA! Wait till everyone hears about this!"

Tears began trickling down my cheeks. She moved towards me and instead of mocking me or striking me she flexed her bicep right under my nose, "Go ahead feel it!" 

I slowly began caressing the seductive mound of muscle in front of me. I couldn't really hold myself; I closed my eyes and began lightly groaning. As I opened my eyes I saw a satisfied look on her face. Her gaze then averted to my throbbing member. She reacted by flinging her head back and laughing. She pulled her arm from under my nose and said, "Let's clean this mess up!" 

As we were putting things back she inquisitively glimpsed at me and stated, "You know I thought you were gawking at me, you know in a disapproving manner, I never really thought you were checking me out… I don't really get much of that if you know what I mean!"

Most guys think I'm disgusting or are intimidated by me, well, I know you're intimidated, but you're also attracted…" 

I gazed at her in awe and started trying to think of her looks from society's point of view. Well, let's see, she was confident or what some may consider "confrontational" she wasn't docile or dependent, conversely she demanded respect and assumed the role of a leader, she didn't wait for things to happen, but inversely she initiated movements and she was a woman, a strong well-built young lady. In other words, she was a threat to society and the status quo, why? Because she dared to be.

 She wasn't your typical model, but to me, well, she electrified me, sent me into a sea of love, torturous love that is. I wanted to be a part of her life, but the choice was not mine.

"Hey, don't worry I won't tell anyone at school…" she remarked.

"Thank you…. I really appreciate it…. And I'm sorry for gawking at you!" I stammered. 

I couldn't believe that I actually apologized, for what? I mean I apologized because she had mercilessly humiliated me in front of the whole school, for punching my face in…but I could not help it she had me wrapped around her little pinky. 

Without acknowledging me she walked out the door.