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Confronting the Guy That’s Been Banging His Girlfriend - Part 3
🕑 Added 2021-08-25 06:27:15 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Harrison’s phone buzzed on his desk at work. He grabbed it and saw that Art had sent a text.
“Your slut of a girlfriend is sucking my dick right now,” it read.
Harrison felt the same rage he’d experienced countless times over the past few weeks. He’d come to recognize it as impotent rage. It was the kind that he couldn’t do a damn thing with or about. He’d tried. Twice he’d tried to assert himself with Art and twice he’d ended up with the other man’s cock inside him. Not only had he failed to assert himself, he’d been dominated physically and sexually. He’d submitted to the ultimate humiliation a straight man can suffer.
“She’s fucking gagging on it,” he texted. “She looks so damn good with my dick in her throat. Her fucking eyes are watering. What a nasty slut she is.”
Harrison read the text and gripped his phone so hard he thought there was a chance it would shatter in his hand. What was he supposed to text back? How was he supposed to react to something like that?
He’d considered just breaking up with Ally. That felt like giving up, though. It felt like accepting that Art was better than him and that he didn’t stand a chance at regaining at least a shred of his manhood. Plus, for some reason he still really liked Ally. With the one notable exception of cheating on him, she was a really good girlfriend. They still had regular sex, despite Ally obviously not liking it as much as Harrison thought she did. Mostly, though, he just couldn’t let Art claim that victory over him. He couldn’t surrender like that.
“I’m gonna fuck your girlfriend now,” Art texted. “And I’m gonna fuck her ass. I’m gonna fuck it hard enough that it hurts. It’s going to be agonizing for her. She’s gonna take it because she’s so desperate to be with a real man. She’s gonna suffer for me because you’re so fucking pathetic.”
Harrison knew Art wasn’t lying. He was clearly a sadist and he didn’t give a damn about hurting someone if it meant getting his rocks off.
“I know you’re reading these texts, you little bitch,” Art said. “You can save your girlfriend from a painful ass fucking if you want. All you have to do is ask me how.”
Despite the fact that Ally was cheating on him, Harrison still cared for her and he wanted to save her from the painful anal fucking he knew Art would deliver. He’d experienced that painful anal fucking. He knew Ally didn’t deserve it.
“How can I save her?” he texted.
“There’s a gym down the street from my place,” Art replied. “A friend of mine is a trainer there. His name is Derek. Go to the gym. Tell Derek that Art sent you. He’ll take you into his office and fuck your face. He’ll cum in your mouth. He’ll take a picture with his dick lying across your face. He’ll send me that picture. When he does, I’ll fuck your girlfriend’s cunt instead of her ass. You have 20 minutes to get it done or I’m going to savage her asshole.”
Harrison’s hands trembled as he read the text. He knew there was no time to waste, so he bolted out of his chair and rushed out of the office and into the parking lot. He hopped in his car and sped towards Art’s house. He was at the gym in eight minutes, leaving him twelve to make Derek cum.
“Can I help you?” the girl at the front desk asked.
“Yeah, I’m here to see Derek,” Harrison said in a rushed tone.
“Do you have an appointment?” the girl asked.
“Look, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but it’s important that I see Derek as quickly as possible,” Harrison said. The whole thing was humiliating beyond words. He’d driven like a maniac and was now acting like a crazy person so he could suck a stranger’s cock and he was doing it all to save the girl that was cheating on him from a painful anal fucking.
The girl offered an offended look and it seemed like she was about to lay into Harrison when a tall, lean, insanely fit guy in a pair of tight shorts and a tank top approached. “Are you Harrison?” he asked.
Harrison could barely maintain eye contact as he nodded.
The guy smiled and said, “I’m Derek. You can follow me.”
Harrison walked behind the trainer as they headed towards an office with Derek’s name on the door and “head trainer” right below it.
“Close the blinds and lock the door,” Derek said.
Harrison spun around to lock the door and closed the blinds as quickly as possible. He turned around to see that Derek was naked and leaning against his desk with his fingers wrapped around his alarmingly thick cock.
“Are you gonna stare all day or are you gonna get to work?” Derek asked. He glanced at his watch and added, “By my count, you’ve got nine minutes left. You’re gonna have to work quickly if you want my cum.”
Harrison looked back at the door and then towards Derek’s cock again as he quickly surveyed his options. He could walk out. He could leave Ally to the fate she’d chosen. She was with Art because she liked something about being with him. He wasn’t holding her prisoner.
Harrison couldn’t do it, though. He couldn’t let that asshole win. He couldn’t let that cocky son of a bitch claim another victory over him, even if that victory would be obtained by making Ally suffer. Harrison couldn’t do it. He rushed towards Derek and fell to his knees.
“Suck my balls while I stroke myself,” Derek said. “It’ll make it a little quicker. I love having my nuts sucked on, especially when I’ve spent the past five hours sweating. The taste is going to be horrifying.”
Derek leaned in and the smell hit him first. It was like body odor, only ten times more intense. He retched before pushing aside the deep sense of displeasure he felt and taking one of Derek’s sweaty balls into his mouth.
“That’s it,” Derek said. “Suck all that sweaty and stink off my balls like the pathetic fucking bitch Art said you’d be.”
Derek moaned and Harrison felt like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him. He was sucking a stranger’s sweaty, rank smelling balls and he was doing it in service of making that stranger cum in his mouth. It was humiliating, and yet he’d gotten on his knees voluntarily.
“Open up,” Derek said once he was hard as a rock.
Harrison opened his mouth and Derek’s big cock pushed past his lips and onto his tongue.
“The only way I’m cumming in the seven minutes you have left is if I fuck your face,” Derek said. “You okay with that?”
Harrison nodded. He’d just told a stranger he was okay with getting face fucked. He’d just done something that never in a million years did he imagine he’d do. Somehow, this was worse than Art fucking his ass the week before. So much worse.
Derek stood up, took Harrison’s head in both his hands, and fucked his face as promised. He wasn’t gentle, either. He was rough, which Harrison took to mean that he got off on it. No wonder he and Art were friends.
“That’s it,” Derek said. “Take it you fucking bitch. Take it like a good little bitch. Take my fucking cock. Take it like the pathetic married women that come in here looking for a muscular man to make them feel like they’re worth something. Look up at me and take it like the worthless little bitch that you are.”
Harrison lost track of how long Derek used his mouth. The experienced ranged from unpleasant to agonizing, depending on how rough Derek was being in the moment. Harrison’s throat hurt. His jaw ached. His eyes watered constantly. His chin and shirt were covered in the thick saliva that dripped continuously from his mouth.
Eventually, though, Derek came. He pulled back and climaxed on Harrison’s tongue, saying, “Don’t you fucking swallow. Art wants a picture of my load in your mouth.”
Harrison didn’t swallow. He’d come that far. He wasn’t going to blow his chance to save Ally at the last minute.
When he was finished cumming, Derek pulled out and laid his thick cock across Harrison’s face. He grabbed his phone and said, “Open your mouth, bitch.” Harrison did as instructed and Derek snapped a picture and sent it to Art. “You finished with one minute to spare. Not bad. Now get out of my office.”
Harrison stood and looked down at his shirt, which was soaked in his slime-like mucous. He tried to wipe up the mess, but it was impossible without a towel.
“I said get the fuck out,” Derek said. “Nobody gives a shit about the mess on your shirt. It’s not like it’s the first time they’ve seen a messy bitch leave my office.”
Harrison’s shoulders slumped as he turned and headed for the door. He left the gym with his head down. He heard a few of the employees snicker and he saw a few people looking out of the corner of his eye, but there was nothing to be done about it. It was just more humiliation on top of what he’d already experienced.
“Her pussy feels incredible,” Art texted as Harrison left the gym and headed for his car. “I’ve got her riding me reverse cowgirl. Her ass looks so good. I think I’ll give her a good spanking, leave her ass nice and red before I nut in her pussy.”
Harrison couldn’t quite muster a smile at the notion that he’d saved his girlfriend from something far worse than a fucking and a spanking, but he actually felt good.
“Hang out in the gym parking lot for a while,” Art said. “When I’m done with Ally I want you to come over.”
Harrison got in his car, closed his eyes, and let the rage build inside him. He couldn’t let Art keep walking all over him. If he did, it would never stop. Art was a sadist. He’d destroy Harrison and Ally for his pleasure and then move on. Harrison had to put a stop to it.
That’s when he thought of the tire iron in his trunk. It was extreme, but it’s not like he had to use it. He just had to be threatening. He had to make Art believe that he’d use it. He had to scare him off.
Harrison smiled. He had a plan. It wasn’t necessarily a great plan, but it was a plan. It was a way to reclaim his manhood. It was a way to tell Art to fuck off forever.
The text came thirty minutes after Harrison had finished with Derek: “Just pumped my load into your girlfriend’s pussy. Made her suck my cock clean and rim my ass before I kicked her out. She did it with a smile on her face. She is one nasty slut. I’m just about ready for another round, so it’s time for you to get your ass over here.”
Harrison grabbed the tire iron from his trunk, tossed it in the front seat, started the car, and headed towards Art’s house. He turned up the music and psyched himself up to claim victory over his tormentor.
Harrison pulled into Art’s driveway, grabbed the tire iron, and did his best to hide it behind his back as he approached the front door. He knocked decisively and the door pushed open. It seemed that Ally hadn’t shut it when she left.
“I’m in the living room,” Art said.
Harrison took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the tire iron, and stepped into the house where he’d twice been humiliated.
“Hey there, motherfucker,” he said.
Art was naked on his couch. His cock was half hard. It looked like he hadn’t moved since Ally left. He glanced at the tire iron as Harrison approached and smiled. “I heard you enjoyed sucking Derek’s sweaty balls. I heard you liked the taste. I heard you like being made to suck his nuts clean. If so, I could send you over there every day if you’d like. He works up a good sweat training all those desperate housewives.”
“Fuck you!” Harrison screamed. He lifted the tire iron like he was going to use it and Art didn’t even flinch. Instead, he wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked. “What the fuck are you doing?” Harrison asked.
“You’re gonna ride my dick just like your girlfriend did,” Art said. “Reverse cowgirl. You’re gonna milk it with that tight asshole of yours and I’m gonna nut inside you just like I nutted inside her.”
“The hell I am,” Harrison said. “You’ve fucked Ally for the last time. You’ve fucked me for the last time. You’ve sent me to do some disgusting fuck sexual errand for one of your friends for the last time. Do you understand?”
“Do we really have to do this again?” Art asked. “Can’t you just admit that you’re not man enough for Ally? Can’t you just break up with her and move on with your life?”
“Fuck you!” Harrison screamed.
In a flash Art leapt off the couch and punched Harrison in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He grabbed Harrison’s wrist and twisted hard enough that he dropped the tire iron. Art then pulled Harrison’s arm behind his back and applied downward pressure, guiding him to his knees.
“It’s time to accept that you’re my bitch, Harrison,” Art said. “It’s time to accept that you like this. You got your face fucked today and you did it because you like it, not because you were trying to save your girlfriend. You came back here because you wanted me to abuse you, not because you were really going to beat me with a tire iron.”
“Fuck you!” Harrison said.
“Actually, it’s going to be the other way around,” Art replied. “And if you still want to act like you need motivation, I’m happy to provide it. Derek will gladly post that picture of you online. He’ll gladly send it to Ally. He’ll send it to your parents, to your brother, to your coworkers. I’ll post it on your company’s Facebook page and make sure you get fired. How about that, Harrison? Is that the motivation you need?”
Harrison screamed as Art pushed him right past his breaking point. Never in his life had he felt so powerless and so humiliated. No matter how hard he tried, Art proved himself to be far more of a man than Harrison. He fucked Ally better. He was stronger. He was, somehow, skilled in combat. He was more confident. He had a bigger dick. He was certainly more successful.
“You’re going to ride my cock in reverse cowgirl, just like a bitch should,” Art said as he released Harrison’s arm. “This time you’re going to do it while wearing your girlfriend’s panties.”
Harrison looked up to see that Art had retrieved Ally’s panties from his coffee table drawer.
“In fact, these are the same panties Ally wore while she rode my cock today,” Art said. “So put them on and get to work. We can keep fighting if you want, but I think we both know I won’t hesitate to kick your ass and destroy your life. I think we both know I’d actually get off on that if you’re not willing to do what I want, don’t we?”
Harrison took the panties, stood, and stripped. He angrily tossed his clothes aside as a useless form of protest and stepped into the panties. He pulled them up and cursed himself for thinking that the lace felt just a little bite nice against his cock.
Art popped the top of a bottle of lubrication and spread a healthy coating on his cock before sitting on the couch and stroking himself until he was hard.
“Turn the fuck around,” he instructed. “And sit on my dick.”
Humiliation coursed through Harrison’s body as he turned around, pulled aside Ally’s panties to expose his asshole, and sat down until he felt the tip of Art’s cock push between his cheeks.
“There you go,” Art said. “Just like your dirty little slut of a girlfriend did.”
Harrison’s asshole opened up for Art’s cock. It hurt, but not quite as badly as the week before. The extra lube almost certainly helped. It took some time, but eventually Harrison took every inch of Art’s long, thick dick.
“Now put your hands on my knees and ride,” Art said. “Milk me with your asshole. Make my fucking dick feel good.”
Harrison closed his eyes to try and fight off the overwhelming humiliation he felt. He was wearing his girlfriend’s panties and riding the cock of the man who’d just fucked Ally. He was doing so because he was, as Art said, not man enough. He was simply not man enough. He’d been defeated. He’d been beaten and threatened and he’d caved and given in to his overwhelming deficiencies as a man.
Harrison rode Art’s cock. He was spanked as he did it. He was called all sorts of names. He was treated like nothing more than a sex toy, like he was a whore in a particularly humiliating porn video designed to appeal to the absolute worst parts of men.
After what felt like an interminable amount of time, Art grabbed Harrison’s hips, pulled him down onto his cock, and emptied his balls inside him. “Take it like a good little bitch,” he said.
Harrison closed his eyes and took it. He felt the other man’s cock pulsing in his asshole. He felt defeated. Broken. Remade into less of a man than when he’d entered Art’s home with a tire iron in his hand.
“Now suck my dick clean,” Art said. “And when you’re done with that you’re going to eat my fucking ass just like your girlfriend did.”
Harrison lifted his ass from Art’s cock, spun around, and stared at the slimy mess that coated this thick shaft. He felt no resistance. He’d been broken. He was Art’s bitch. He sucked his cock clean. He ate his ass. At Art’s instruction, he went home in his girlfriend’s panties. Art’s cum leaked into them the entire drive.
Harrison sat in the driveway at home. He needed to find a way to un-break himself. He needed to restore some shred of his manhood. He just wasn’t sure how to do it.
