The Humiliation Party

By Placebo8

Hello, it's Candy. This is a story from Placebo8. He's a man that I met online who loves this blog! He said it reminds him of times that his ex used to set him up. I asked for an accounting, and this is what I got! You've probably seen Placebo8's comments on several of the blog postings. This is a topic which turns him on incredibly!

The first real experience of my ex wife getting me into trouble with another guy happened before we were married. There had been other minor altercations but this was the first big one. It happened in the large function room of a local club, we had been invited to a party there, I don’t remember the occasion or whose party it was but I remember it being a crazy night. My ex had decided to wear a short black pleated skirt that showed her arse to anyone watching if she bent over, and billowed out like a fan if she twirled round fast enough. It was this skirt, along with the matching black thong, and the black stockings and suspenders she had chosen to wear with it which would be the cause of the fight later that evening.

I don’t know why she chose to wear stockings with such a short skirt, as the tops were plainly visible when she danced….which she liked to do a lot of! I do remember her saying that she was dressing for me and she wanted me to be proud to have her on my arm. Anyway, the evening was going quite well, the party was in full swing with at least 70 to 80 people there (most of whom I didn’t know) and the alcohol was flowing readily. A live band was providing the entertainment and my girlfriend was making full use of the dance floor.

I was stood near the bar, chatting to one of her work colleagues, a cute young girl about 20 years old when I noticed a lot of interest directed at the dance floor. In between the crowd I was catching glimpses of my girlfriend dancing and realised why all the attention was directed that way. As she danced her skirt was flying up and out and everyone was being treated to the view of her stockings and suspenders and on occasions, a glimpse of her arse cheeks for good measure. As I watched my girlfriend displaying herself, her friend commented on my girl knowing how to have a good time and what a sexy dancer she was. I agreed with her and must admit that I was enjoying the show as well.

The band started the next song and my girlfriend continued her dancing but was suddenly joined by a man, who was trying to dance with her and kept trying to grab hold of her. He was obviously very drunk and couldn’t dance for toffee but he managed to grab her wrists and then proceeded to throw her around as if he was trying to jive! I was a little concerned by this and my instant instinct was to go and save my girl from the clutches of this idiot. My girlfriend however was enjoying herself even more and she seemed to know the guy because she was chatting and giggling with him. He was a thuggish looking man, a little shorter than me but very broad and stocky with close cropped hair and tattoos covering his large arms. Her friend next to me obviously noticed my attitude change as she said something along the lines of “Don’t worry about him, that’s John, he’s ok. He just likes a bit of a laugh”. I relaxed a bit and went back to my beer.

As they danced together, this man (John) suddenly started to spin my girlfriend round by her wrists. He was pretty much just stood there spinning her in a circle around him, getting faster and faster, as if he was about to throw a hammer at the Olympics! This action obviously made my girlfriends skirt billow out. The skirt basically went straight out in a circle from her waist so that everyone could not only see her stocking tops and suspender belt but her thong as well. John was clearly having a “bit of a laugh” exposing my girlfriend to all and sundry. I too was enjoying the show from my position at the bar and I was getting somewhat turned on by seeing my girlfriend exposed in this way but I was still a little edgy about John and disliked his manner and the way he manhandled my girl….In fact I was beginning to get an irrational hatred for the guy and felt like punching his lights out!

Suddenly the band stopped playing and my girlfriend and John left the dance floor together, laughing and chatting. Everyone else went back to their conversations and drinking as they had been before the show. I lost sight of John and my girlfriend in the crowd but her young friend once again engaged me in conversation. She could tell I was a bit on edge and told me not to worry and that I shouldn’t have any thoughts of reprimanding John for his antics as he wouldn’t take kindly to my intervention. She said he was renowned for turning violent and had been banned from several pubs in the area for kicking off with other customers, usually over the smallest thing. He wouldn’t be happy if I had a go at him and would probably kick my head in! My male ego wasn’t exactly happy with hearing a girl tell me that I wouldn’t stand a chance in a fight with this arsehole and far from calming down, her comments actually made me seethe with anger and want to prove her wrong!

A moment later my girlfriend came up to me, pushing her way through the crowd and looking flustered. I asked her if she was alright and she replied sharply “No! That bastard John kept lifting my skirt up and was groping me. He wouldn’t let me go and was trying to put his grubby hand down my thong!”

Oh, Oh! My brain exploded. “That’s fucking it!” I yelled “I’m gonna smash his fucking teeth in!”

Her friend told me not to go and confront him “He’ll fucking kill you!” she said but I wasn’t interested in her protests and stormed through the crowd towards the fire door.

I was fuming and pumped up, ready to teach the dickhead a lesson in good manners. Shaking with anger I burst through the fire door and out into the darkness. Both my girlfriend and her pal were hot on my heels but neither said a word as I scanned the grassed area outside the club for any sign of John. It was all a bit surreal, the contrast of my anger and the noise and lights of the club one second, and through the door…. darkness. It was calm and silent and there was a distinct chill in the air. I immediately began to re-think my hasty decision to have it out with John as the words “He’ll fucking kill you!” rang in my brain. Too late now….

“There he is” my girlfriend almost whispered “What are you waiting for?”

I spotted the glow of a cigarette in the dark and as my eyes slowly adjusted I shouted out to him “Oi! Cunt! Fuck do you think you’re playing at? Groping my girlfriend? You need to learn to keep your hands to yourself!”

“You fuckin what?” came the reply. “Who the fuck do you think you are? I’ll kick your fuckin’ head in!”

“Oh Yeah? Fucking think so do you?” And that was it, it kicked off. Everything suddenly became a blur as John dropped his cigarette and flew at me fists flying!

I stepped forwards into him, my right arm swinging wildly in the direction of his head. My fist connected with his solid jaw and I felt instant pain in my knuckles followed by a sharp pain in my temple as his big fist smashed into me, knocking my head back. I steadied myself and swung at him again with my other hand, closely followed by my right. My adrenaline pumping through my body, driving me headlong into who knows what! My left arm flew through the air and found nothing… the bastard had ducked… but the right caught him squarely in the mouth and I felt his teeth dig into my flesh as his head rocked sideways and an audible groan came from his now bloodied lips. The next sound I heard was from behind me, it was my girlfriend shouting “Hit him! Don’t fuckin’ let him get away with that!”

Then from her young friend, “Go on, smack him! Knock his lights out!” Were they shouting for me? It suddenly became hard to tell in all this violent confusion. Spurred on by their words I stepped in and swing at John again, hoping to do him some real damage but instead I felt a searing pain in my nose as his big fist beat me to the mark. I staggered back, blinded by pain and the tears in my eyes as my nose erupted like a geyser, blood pouring down my shirt.

“That’s it, hit him again! Knock him out for me!”

“Fuck him up John!” Both girls were almost screaming now and it suddenly dawned on my foggy brain that they weren’t cheering for me!

“Get him John.”

“Do him. Fucking kill him!”

I didn’t have time to take it all in or even recover enough to punch back as a boot landed hard in my stomach, knocking the wind out of my lungs and doubling me over. Another sharp pain, this time in my left eye as John followed his kick with a fist to my head, sending me to the grass. As I lay there bleeding and dazed I could hear the excited screams of both girls as they encouraged John to “Do him…now, finish him off!” and “Smash his head in!”

John needed no encouragement, I was down and in no position to fight back but he wasn’t finished beating me just yet. His boot was again his chosen weapon of choice; it slammed into my head as if it were a football. Again and again his foot impacted my skull but this time he was standing over me, stamping hard on my face. All the time he was cursing and swearing at me, calling me a “fucking cunt” and grunting with the effort of each kick. I couldn’t see my girl or her friend but I could still hear their high pitched shrieks of delight as John stamped on my battered face, trying to burst my skull open like a melon. Fireworks were exploding in my head with the pain of John’s violent assault and the world greyed in from my periphery until finally everything went black.

I woke up in the ambulance, paramedics fitting an oxygen mask to my bloodied and swollen face. My girlfriend was sat in the ambulance with me, crying and pleading with the paramedics to help me. I was confused, had she really been yelling for John to kill me? Was it guilt and a fit of remorse? My nose and jaw were broken as well as an eye socket, I had bruised ribs and I’d broken my right hand on John’s face but I had been lucky. Apparently, people had rushed out of the club after hearing the girls’ shouts and had pulled John off me. They had called the Police and Ambulance service and had tried to offer first aid to my unconscious form. John quickly left the scene before the cops arrived with my girlfriend’s young friend hanging off his arm. She had obviously planned to be his prize all along.