Becca Bellamy
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Confronting the Guy That’s Been Banging His Girlfriend - Part 6
🕑 Added 2021-10-23 06:27:21 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Harrison looked down at his phone and saw Ally’s smiling face as it rang. He moved his finger to send her to voicemail, but hesitated. He’d been ignoring her texts all day. He couldn’t ignore her call, too.
Harrison answered, held the phone up to his ear, and said, “Hey.”
“Why aren’t you answering my texts?” Ally asked.
“Sorry. I’ve been busy,” he replied.
“I want to see you,” Ally said. “I want to have date night. We could go to the movies.” Her voice got a little softer as she added, “Or we could watch a movie at home and…have a little fun.”
Harrison winced. Ally had tried to initiate something physical between them a handful of times since their diner meet up with Art, but Harrison hadn’t been able to get it up. Literally. His cock refused to work. All he could think about as he and Ally were kissing was Art. He thought about Art’s cock in his throat. He thought about Art fucking him. Intense humiliation coursed through his body in a way he hadn’t even experienced when he’d been on the receiving end of Art’s cock and it made it impossible to find the desire he used to have for Ally. It made it seem impossible that Harrison would ever find that desire for a woman. Art had stolen something precious from him.
“Yeah, I’m sorry, Ally, I can’t tonight,” Harrison said.
The line was silent for a few seconds before Ally said, “You know, it happens to every guy. You don’t have anything to worry about, I swear. I’m sure it will be better this time. I’ll do all the work. You just have to sit there and enjoy it.”
There was a time when Harrison would have given anything for a night like that. He would have loved to be on the receiving end of a blowjob from Ally. He would have loved to have her climb into his lap and ride his cock with her utterly perfect pussy. He couldn’t enjoy that now, though. He knew he’d watch Ally get on her knees and he’d think of being on his knees in front of Art and feel the potent rush of humiliation that would keep his cock soft. He knew a night like that would end in misery, Harrison hated feeling that particular form of misery and he hated Art for ensuring Harrison experienced that kind of misery.
“I can’t, Ally,” Harrison said. “I really am busy.”
“Where are you?” Ally asked.
“I had to stay late at work,” Harrison replied. That was a lie, of course. He’d left work an hour ago. He was parked down the street from Art’s place. He hadn’t come up with a plan and it was entirely possible he wouldn’t come up with one, but Harrison was desperate in a way he’d never been. His life felt like it had been completely upended and he needed to fix it. There was no more bullshit in his head about saving Ally from an asshole. Harrison needed to save himself. He needed to reclaim what Art had taken from him.
“Harrison, please,” Ally said. “I promise, I’ll make you feel good. I want to make you feel good.”
Harrison knew he should hang up, but he couldn’t help but think that Ally was lying. “Do you?” he asked incredulously. “Because it seems pretty clear that you’d much rather make Art feel good. It seems like you don’t enjoy having sex with me at all, or you wouldn’t have fucked Art in the first place.”
“Art makes mefeel good,” Ally said. “That’s why I keep going to him. That’s why I keep giving myself to him. He makes me cum harder than anyone ever has. I know it’s kind of fucked up, but I also know that you understand that better than anyone, Harrison. I know that Art has the same effect on you. I know he makes you feel things that you love. I know it.”
Harrison wanted to throw his phone through the windshield, but not because he was mad at Ally. She was right. Harrison had let himself feel certain things while Art dominated and humiliated him. He’d surrendered to some dark part of his soul and he’d let it take over. It had ruined him, though. He couldn’t get hard for his girlfriend anymore. He felt something potent when he surrendered to Art, but it manifested into something caustic inside him and ruined Harrison’s ability to be a man.
“Ally, I can’t feel that way. I can’t feel those things. I’m a man. Men can’t feel that way. They just can’t,” Harrison said. “I can’t.”
Ally’s voice was quiet as she said, “Yes, you can, Harrison. And you can be with me too. You can have both of those things. I don’t think any less of you. I really don’t. I still want to make you feel good. I like doing that. I’ll put on something sexy for you. I’ll give you a lap dance. I’ll go down on you. I’ll suck you off, Harrison. I’ll let you cum in my mouth. I’ll swallow for you. I’ll make you feel good. I really will.”
“Ally…I can’t,” Harrison said before hanging up. He dropped his phone into his lap, leaned back, and closed his eyes.
A sense of hopelessness washed over Harrison as he sat in his car. Time and again he’d tried to reclaim his manhood from Art, and time and again he’d been rebuffed, and time and again he’d lost even more of his manhood in the process. He’d fallen so far as to have willingly given himself to Art. Harrison had surrendered to the darkest part of a desire he didn’t even know he had and he’d done it over and over again.
A knock on the window startled Harrison out of his self-pity and his eyes shot open. He looked towards the passenger door to see Art bent over and smiling. Harrison instinctively reached over to lock the doors and prevent Art from getting inside, but he was too late.
“Well, well, well,” Art said as he opened the door and climbed in. “Look who’s in my neck of the woods again. What are you doing here, Harrison? Did you miss me? Did you come to get your throat fucked? Did you come to bend over and offer me that tight ass of yours so I could pound you nice and hard and dump a thick load inside you before you go home to your slut of a girlfriend?”
“Fuck you,” Harrison said softly.
“What was that?” Art asked.
Harrison turned his head to look at the man that had ruined him and felt rage rise up in him. “Fuck you,” he repeated, this time with great force in his voice.
Art smiled as if he wasn’t the slightest bit scared of Harrison. “Actually, it’s been the other way around between us, Harrison. You’re the one that gets fucked. You’re the one I’ve turned into my personal fag. You’re the one who offers his mouth and asshole like you’re nothing more than a cock and cum dumpster.”
“You fucking ruined me!” Harrison screamed.
Art’s smile grew wider. “I ruined you? I showed you who you really are. I didn’t ruin you. I saved you. I saved you from years of misery disappointing one girl after another. I showed you the light, Harrison. You’re the one choosing to fight it. You’re a beta bitch. Just fucking embrace it. Ally still likes you. She still wants to be with you. She just needs to be with me – or a guy like me – too.”
Harrison looked away as some of the rage dissipated. “I can’t get hard,” he said softly.
“What’s that?” Art asked.
Harrison directed his gaze out the windshield and said, “I can’t get hard when I’m with Ally. You ruined me. You stole my fucking manhood.”
“I didn’t ruin you,” Art said. “You can still get hard. Take your dick out.”
“What?” Harrison asked. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
“Take your dick out or I will slap the shit out of you in your own car, Harrison. Then, when I’m done, I’ll drag you out of your car and beat you up right in the street,” Art said.
As much as it pained him, Harrison knew Art would do exactly that and he didn’t feel like getting his ass kicked again. He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out.
“Now stroke yourself,” Art said.
Harrison took his soft cock in his hand and masturbated. He knew there was no chance he’d get hard, so he wasn’t sure what Art was doing. Unsurprisingly, after a minute of stroking Harrison was just as soft as when he’d started.
“Close your eyes,” Art said. Harrison did as he was told. “Now think about being on your knees in front of me. Think about looking up at me and seeing my big dick bobbing in front of your face.”
Harrison tried not to think about it, but with Art providing instruction it was impossible not to.
“Now I want you to beg for it, Harrison,” Art said. “Like a fucking beta bitch would. Imagine you’re on your knees in front of me and beg for the chance to suck my dick.”
Harrison clenched his jaw. He had a choice. Either he did what Art wanted, or he got his ass kicked in public. Harrison chose private humiliation over public pain. “Please let me suck your dick,” he said.
“That’s not good enough. Beg like you mean it, you fucking beta bitch,” Art demanded.
Harrison pictured himself on his knees in Art’s living room. He looked up at the imaginary Art. He saw the cock that had already been inside him countless times. He took a deep breath and surrendered to the scenario Art had concocted. “Please, Art, let me suck your alpha cock. Let me serve your cock. Let me be the beta bitch that I am.”
“Look at that,” Art said. “It seems like you have no problem getting hard. You just need to tap into the real you.”
Harrison opened his eyes and looked down to see his erect cock in his hand. The cock that wouldn’t get hard no matter what Ally did was now ready to experience pleasure. Art had managed to take a little more of Harrison’s manhood without laying a hand on him.
“Now look at me and beg me to fuck your ass,” Art said.
Harrison slowly turned his head to look at Art. He saw a confident smile on the other man’s face and a bulge between his legs. He wasn’t sure he could actually humiliate himself to such a degree.
“Do it,” Art said. “We both know you want to. We both know you’re a fucked up little beta bitch that wants to go back to my place and take it up the ass. We both know you’re not getting whatever manhood you think you lost back. In fact, we both know you never had it in the first place. You were just pretending. I showed you what you really are, Harrison. You’re a worthless little beta male. You find pleasure in serving men like me. You want to suck my cock. You want me to pound your ass and flood it with my fucking load. You even want to do it while your slut of a girlfriend is watching. Now fucking beg me.”
Harrison’s voice trembled as he said, “Please, Art, fuck my ass.” His hand moved up and down his cock and as the words left his lips he felt a rush of pleasure. The head of his cock swelled up and Harrison had to stop stroking for fear of cumming.
Art smiled and got out of the car. Harrison breathed a sigh of relief as he was spared from having to surrender more of his manhood to the man that had already taken so much from him. Then the back door opened and Art climbed in.
“Get back here,” he said. “You’re gonna suck my dick.”
Harrison looked back to see Art take off his pants and free his cock from his underwear. He was already hard and it seemed that he had every intention of getting what he wanted.
“We could go back and forth about it. I could slap you around a little. But what’s the point, Harrison?” Art asked. “We both know you’re going to end up on my dick. We both know my cum is going inside you. We both know I’ve turned you into a fucking beta cock whore, so get your ass back here and suck my fucking dick.”
Harrison crawled into the back seat, took a few moments to position his body in a way that didn’t hurt, and took Art’s cock into his mouth.
“That’s it,” Art said. “Suck my dick, Harrison. In fact, choke on my fucking cock. Humiliate yourself by choking on my fucking cock in your car. Now, every time you get in this car you’ll think about how I took what I wanted from you and you didn’t even put up a fucking fight.”
Art put a strong hand on the back of Harrison’s head and pushed down. Harrison choked just like his tormentor wanted him to. The cock remained in his throat as his gag reflex triggered over and over. He didn’t try to fight it, though. He was ruined. He was everything Art said he was. He was just a beta bitch that was meant to serve his superiors.
“You know, someday you’ll be able to deepthroat without choking,” Art said when he finally relented.
Harrison gasped for air as a renewed sense of despair filled him. Was it really possible he’d suck so much cock that he’d get good at deepthroating? Did Art really plan on using him for that long?
“Again,” Art said.
Harrison didn’t need to be pushed down this time. He took Art’s cock into his mouth willingly. He took it into his throat. He gagged. He spit up. He took the humiliation. Why wouldn’t he? That was the kind of man he was, after all.
“Now ride me,” Art said. “Reverse cowgirl. I don’t wanna look at your fucking face. I just wanna feel your beta ass milking a load out of me.”
Harrison kicked his shoes off and lowered his pants. For just a moment he considered taking the beating that Art would certainly give him if he refused, but he didn’t have it in him to resist. His dick was still hard, after all. Some part of him was aroused, even if he was feeling so much humiliation that he couldn’t really parse the sensations in his body anymore.
Art shifted a little so Harrison could get into position easier. He grabbed the base of Art’s cock, placed it against his asshole, and sat down. It filled him slowly and Art unleashed a moan that seemed to be imbued with the confidence that made him irresistible to girls like Ally.
“God damn that’s good,” he said. “You notice how I slipped inside you with ease? Your ass is already getting used to cock. It’s turning into a beta pussy. That’s a good thing. It makes getting fucked a lot easier, Harrison. You’re going to appreciate that. Having a loose beta pussy might even mean that you come to love anal sex. You might even find yourself cumming with a cock up your ass.”
Harrison rode Art’s big dick as he considered how utterly humiliating it would be to cum while getting fucked. It was bad enough that he was doing it. To experience such obvious enjoyment felt like it would leave him irreversibly ruined, if he wasn’t already.
“Faster,” Art said.
Harrison bounced faster and he did so without thinking. Art had ordered it so he did it. He was nothing more than a puppet for the man whose cock was buried in his ass. He was pathetic. He was every bit the pathetic beta bitch that Art repeatedly said he was. Harrison’s hard dick was the ultimate proof of that.
“Fuck, beg me to cum in your ass,” Art demanded.
“Please, Art, cum in my ass,” Harrison said. “Cum in my…cum in my beta pussy.”
Art grabbed Harrison’s hips and pulled down. He unleashed a series of deeply satisfied moans. He was dumping his load in Harrison’s ass. He was doing whatever the fuck he wanted with Harrison and he’d gotten no resistance to it. He was right. Harrison was nothing but a beta bitch.
“Get off my dick,” Art said when he was finished cumming.
Harrison lifted his ass from the massive cock inside him and grabbed his underwear to get dressed. He couldn’t bear to look at the man that had just fucked him. He couldn’t bear to see the cocky smile on Art’s face.
Once he was dressed, Art opened the door and stepped out of the car. He leaned over and said, “Go see your girlfriend, Harrison. She wants to make you feel good, so let her. She doesn’t have to know that I fucked you, but you can think about it while she’s sucking your dick or riding you. Think about my cock in your throat. Think about my cock and cum in your ass. Think about what a worthless little beta bitch you are. I’m sure that will help you get hard for her.”
Art shut the door and walked away as Harrison buttoned his jeans, crawled into the front seat, and started the car. He pulled out and headed towards Ally’s place. He was going to do exactly as Art had suggested.
