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Confronting the Guy That’s Been Banging His Girlfriend - Part 7
🕑 Added 2021-11-10 07:35:36 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Harrison’s fingers lingered over his phone as he tried to come up with the perfect flirty message to send the girl he’d been chatting with on Tinder. A month had passed since he’d extricated himself from a deeply toxic situation with Art and Ally and Harrison was ready to move on to a much healthier relationship.
The girl was cute and she seemed interested in him, which was absolutely perfect. Harrison needed something simple and fun to help him bounce back from the most tumultuous period of his life. He was hoping that a more straightforward encounter with a girl could help wash away the unpleasant experiences he’d gone through with Art, some with Ally right by his side.
A loud, insistent knock on the door caught Harrison by surprise and he nearly dropped his phone before closing the dating app and heading for the door. He figured it was an overzealous delivery guy, so he was stunned into silence when he saw Art standing in his doorway.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Art asked after a few seconds of silence.
Harrison continued to stare for a few seconds more before asking, “What?”
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” Art repeated.
“No,” Harrison said as the fog of confusion lifted from his brain. “I don’t care why you’re here. I’m not letting you in. You can fuck off, Art. I want nothing to do with you.”
Harrison tried to shut the door, but Art managed to slip his foot through, making it impossible to close. Harrison pulled back to shut the door harder and crush Art’s foot if necessary, but he never got the chance. Art stepped into the apartment, pushed Harrison right onto his ass with surprising force, and shut the door behind him.
“What the fuck?” Harrison yelled. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Art stepped closer and looked down at Harrison. “Did you really think that breaking up with Ally would set you free?” he asked.
Harrison moved to stand up but Art put a foot on his chest and pressed down hard, preventing him from moving.
“Answer me,” Art demanded.
“Yes, of course I did,” Harrison answered. “It was clear that I wouldn’t be able to escape from the bullshit with you as long as I was still with Ally, so I fucking broke up with her. It’s not like our relationship was going anywhere and it’s not like she loved me, so there was no point in staying with her.”
“You made a mistake, Harrison,” Art said.
“No, I didn’t,” he replied.
“You did. You see, unlike most women, Ally doesn’t mind that you’re a beta bitch. She doesn’t mind that you can’t fuck her worth a damn. She was even willing to continue having sex with you, which is a minor miracle for a bitch like you. You still seem to be clinging to the idea that you’re not a beta bitch, but you are, Harrison. You’re a pathetic excuse for a man and every single woman you date will realize that at some point. You made a mistake in breaking up with the one woman that was willing to accept you for what you are,” Art explained.
Harrison lifted Art’s foot from his chest, rolled away, and got to his feet before Art could kick him again. “Fuck you!” he screamed. He pushed Art in the chest, but the other man barely moved despite being smaller than Harrison.
“Is that the best you’ve got?” Art asked.
Harrison pushed him again, this time with more force. He managed to move him a little, but Art laughed in response.
“Pathetic,” Art said. “You’re like every pathetic beta bitch in the world. You think you can do better. You think you’re a real man. You think you should be able to date any woman you want, that she’ll want to fuck you because you’re a nice guy. That’s fucking pathetic, Harrison. Women don’t want beta males. They just don’t. They want alpha males. They want guys like me. They don’t want losers like you, and you fucking dumped the one girl you’ll ever meet that was willing to be with a loser like you.”
“She didn’t want me!” Harrison screamed. “She wanted you. Why the fuck would I want to be with a girl like that.”
Art laughed uproariously and Harrison reared back to throw a punch. Art deftly dodged it and slugged Harrison in the stomach. He doubled over and gasped to reclaim the air that had rushed out of his diaphragm.
“She did want you,” Art explained calmly. “She just didn’t want you in the way you wanted her to. She didn’t want you to be her primary sexual partner. She couldn’t have you be that, Harrison, because you couldn’t make her cum the way she wanted. She would have let you fuck her, though. She would have jerked you off from time to time. She would have taken care of your needs, but you were too much of a pathetic beta bitch to see that, so you broke up with her.”
With his breath recaptured, Harrison stood up, clenched his fists, and prepared to try and throw another punch. The fight left him almost immediately, though. The rage he’d felt subsided and his shoulders sank. “What are you doing here, Art?” he asked with an obvious sense of defeat in his voice.
Art smiled and stepped closer. “I miss you,” he said.
Harrison was caught off guard by how genuine he seemed, mostly because it struck him as impossible that Art could feel much of anything.
“I miss those pretty lips of yours,” Art said as she reached up and pressed his thumb against Harrison’s lower lip.
“Please…” Harrison said in a soft, weak voice.
“Shh,” Art replied as he pushed his thumb into Harrison’s mouth. “Don’t talk. Just suck. Remember, you’re a beta bitch. You’re happiest when you do as you’re told, especially when an alpha male is giving the orders.”
A deep sense of embarrassment emanated through Harrison’s body as he sucked on the thumb in his mouth. Even more embarrassing was the sense of arousal that followed.
“Ally isn’t the same since you dumped her,” Art said. “She’s not the same little slut I got used to fucking. It’s like she needs you around to understand what it’s like to get fucked by a real man. So I’m here to let you know that you’re going to get back together with Ally. You’re going to be a good beta boyfriend for her.”
Harrison shook his head. It felt ridiculous to try and protest with Art’s finger deep in his mouth, but he couldn’t fathom getting back together with Ally and subjecting himself to the whirlwind of humiliation that would no doubt come with that.
Art smiled and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his soft cock, pulled his thumb from Harrison’s mouth, and put a hand on the top of his head. He held it there for a few moments before applying considerable pressure as he hardened his gaze and stared into Harrison’s eyes.
Somewhere, in the recesses of his mind, Harrison felt the desire to resist. That little voice shouted that he should refuse to fall to his knees, that he should punch Art in the gut, knee him in the face, and push him out the door while blood dripped from his freshly broken nose. Harrison knew that little voice was wrong, though. He knew that none of that would come to pass, that Art would deflect any blow and would return it, leaving Harrison doubled over in pain before he inevitably fell to his knees anyway. So Harrison decided to avoid the pain. He decided to fall to his knees. He decided to surrender to the part of him that knew he was a beta male, that knew he’d never find a girl that he could actually satisfy.
“That’s right,” Art said as Harrison fell to his knees. “This is what you are, Harrison. You’re a beta male. You exist to serve superior men like me, and I’ve decided that you need to be with Ally to serve me. When she’s with you, she likes being a slut for me. She likes gagging on my cock and getting pounded in her pussy and ass. She likes it when I use her like a fuck toy and pump my load into her tight little holes. She gets off on it when she’s with her beta boyfriend, so you’re going to remain her beta boyfriend for as long as I want you to. Do you understand?”
Harrison looked at the cock that now rested just a few inches from his face and then directed his gaze up at Art. “Yes, I understand,” he said.
A confident smile broke across Art’s face. “I know it seems hard to believe now, but some day you’ll thank me for all of this. You’ll be on your knees just like this. You’ll be looking up at me just like you are right now. You’ll profess your gratitude to me for having broken you, for having helped you embrace your true self. Then you’ll open that pretty mouth of yours and suck my cock until I pump my load down your throat. You’ll swallow and then you’ll thank me for the opportunity to serve an alpha male. Your pretty little girlfriend will be right there, too. She’ll encourage you to show your gratitude and swallow my cum like a grateful whore should.”
Harrison closed his eyes and took a deep breath as a deeper kind of humiliation than any he’d ever experienced washed over him. He felt that humiliation because he knew every word Art had spoken was true. He knew he’d do every single thing the alpha male standing in front of him had said. It was pathetic, but Harrison had surrendered to Art’s desires each and every time. Of course he’d fall to his knees and thank Art for having broken him. Of course he would.
“Now take my cock in your mouth and get me hard, you worthless fucking beta bitch,” Art demanded.
Harrison sunk lower and took the tip of Art’s soft cock into his mouth. He swallowed most of the flaccid shaft and sucked gently.
“Eye contact,” Art demanded.
Harrison looked up and held Art’s gaze as he brought the soft cock to an increasingly erect state.
“You still need work as a cocksucker,” Art said. “But you’re going to get plenty of practice from now on. There’s no better way of breaking a beta boy’s spirit than by putting him on his knees every fucking day so he can suck a hot load of cum from a real man’s cock. You’ll be sucking lots of dick, Harrison. You and your girlfriend. I’m going to whore out your mouths and make sure you both understand your place. I’m going to break you even more than you’re broken right now, you worthless fucking beta bitch.”
Art pulled his phone from his pocket, held it up, and snapped a picture of Harrison sucking cock. He didn’t trying to cover his face or look away. Instead, he surrendered.
“I told Ally I was going to convince you to take her back,” Art said with a smile. “She wasn’t sure I could do it. She said you sounded serious when you broke up with her. She doesn’t know you like I do though, does she? She doesn’t see just how much of a beta male you are. She doesn’t see just how desperate you are to serve a real man. I see it though, Harrison. I see what you are. I see what you really crave, what really drives you. I see everything.”
Art put a hand on the back of Harrison’s head and fucked his mouth like it was little more than a sex toy. The alpha male’s big cock pushed into Harrison’s throat over and over, causing his eyes to water and saliva to pour from his mouth. Harrison didn’t pull away or try to make it stop, though. He simply surrendered.
“That’s it,” Art said. “Let me use your mouth like it’s nothing more than a hole for my pleasure. Just sit there like a little beta bitch and let me fuck your face.”
Art’s phone dinged and he looked at the message while his cock continued to pummel Harrison’s mouth.
“Ally’s delighted,” he said. “She’s on her way over here right now, in fact. She says she’s going to make you feel good for choosing to get back together with her. I suggest you embrace what your girlfriend is willing to offer this time, Harrison. We both know you’re going to be my beta plaything for as long as I desire. There’s no escape for you. You’re whatever the fuck I want you to be until I’m done with you. Once I am, you’ll be free to do as you please. Of course, by that point you’ll be so thoroughly broken that the only thing you’ll want to be is a beta fuck hole for an alpha male like me.”
Art laughed as he buried every inch of his cock in Harrison’s mouth and held it there. He couldn’t breathe, but Harrison didn’t fight. A mild sense of panic set in, but he fought it off as Art unleashed a loud, deeply-satisfied groan.
Harrison bent over and gasped for air when Art finally pulled out. Saliva dripped from his mouth and onto the floor beneath him. His throat ached, but he felt a kind of lust that made him hate himself for a few moments.
“Stand up, take your clothes off, and offer me your asshole,” Art demanded. “Ally’s on her way over and when she walks in I want her to see me taking you balls deep.”
Harrison stood, looked at the man who was determined to break him, and surrendered. He stripped, left his clothes and shoes in a pile on the floor, and walked towards the couch. He got on his hands and knees and looked back as Art approached with his massive, stiff, spit-soaked cock bouncing in front of him.
“Beg for it,” Art demanded. “Beg like the beta bitch that you are.”
Harrison took a deep breath and surrendered. “Please, fuck me. Fuck my ass. Fuck me balls deep. Fuck me and cum inside me.”
Art brought his hand down on Harrison’s ass. He cried out in pain and another swift blow landed on his other cheek. Art spit in his hand, rubbed it over Harrison’s asshole, and unceremoniously slid inside him.
Harrison cried out from the pain of being taken by something so thick. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and let Harrison take him.
“After I’ve broken you, you’ll crave this,” Art said. “Having a cock in your ass will make you feel complete. Getting fucked by a real man will satisfy you in ways you never imagined possible. You’ll finally have embraced your place as a beta bitch.”
Art pulled out and drove every inch of his cock back into Harrison. He winced from the pain, but the second thrust was nowhere near as bad as the first. The third, fourth, and fifth were less painful too.
Harrison heard the front door open. He looked to see Ally step into the living room. He saw a bright smile cross her face. She stripped and approached. Harrison watched her soft, perky breasts bounce as she came towards him. She got on her knees on the couch next to him. Her lips found his and her tongue invaded his mouth as Art’s cock invaded his ass.
“We’re going to be so happy together,” Ally said. “Art is going to make sure of that. Doesn’t it feel good to know that he’s in control? Doesn’t it feel good to know what kind of man you really are?”
Harrison surrendered. “Yes,” he said. “It feels so good.”
Art buried his cock in Harrison’s ass and unloaded. He grunted and groaned as his cum decorated Harrison’s rectum. After a solid thirty seconds of orgasmic pleasure he pulled out, stepped back, and said, “Both of you get on your knees and clean my cock. Right fucking now.”
Harrison backed off the couch and got on his knees along with Ally. She smiled at him and wrapped her fingers around the base of Art’s cock.
“You first,” Ally said.
Harrison looked at Art’s slick cock and surrendered. He took it in his mouth. He tasted himself on it. He took another step towards being the broken beta male Art intended on turning him into.
The End.
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Jerry
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