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Confronting the Guy That’s Been Banging His Girlfriend - Part 5
🕑 Added 2021-09-24 06:10:53 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
“So…last night was…last night was…different,” Ally said as she stared into the freshly-poured cup of coffee in front of her. It took a few seconds before she could look up and meet Harrison’s gaze.
“That’s one way of putting it,” Harrison replied. Different didn’t feel like a strong enough word to describe a night where they’d both willingly surrendered to Art’s borderline sadistic desires and given up their bodies to provide him with multiple orgasms.
They’d gone their separate ways when Art had released them from his service and Harrison figured he’d likely seen the last of Ally. He didn’t really want to date her anymore and he didn’t see the point in staying friends after enduring so much humiliation as a result of their relationship. Despite that, Harrison showed up when Ally texted and asked him to meet her for breakfast at their favorite diner.
“How long have you known?” Ally asked. “About Art and me, I mean.”
“A month, I think,” Harrison answered as he stirred a little sugar into his coffee. “I suspected something was going on and I found his address in your phone. I went over there to confront him, to tell him to stop…whatever you were doing with him. It didn’t go well.”
Harrison was certain he saw the corners of Ally’s lips curl into the slightest hint of a smile, no doubt as she imagined Art humiliating Harrison with ease.
“Does that make you happy?” he asked. “Are you getting off on the idea of Art beating me up and making me…making me do those things with him?”
Ally looked up, studied his face for a moment, and said, “I think we both know that Art didn’t make you do anything, just like he didn’t make me do anything. You might want to cling to the idea that he made you do something, but I think we both know he didn’t. I think we both know that you kept going back there because Art gives you something you need. That’s certainly why I keep going back.”
Harrison felt the urge to fight Ally’s insistence that he somehow enjoyed what Art had done to him, but he knew it was an argument he’d lose. If he’d dumped her after his first encounter with Art, he could have made the argument. He kept going back, though. Over and over and over he went back. He even went to the gym and surrendered to Art’s friend. He couldn’t very well argue that it was all happening against his will.
“What does he give you?” Harrison asked.
Ally smiled and sipped her coffee. “I don’t know, Harrison. I can’t explain it. I just know that I feel drawn to him. I guess it’s kind of like an addiction to something I shouldn’t want, you know?”
Harrison nodded. He still couldn’t understand why he kept going back to Art’s, but he imagined someone that got hooked on a terrible drug probably felt the same way.
Ally leaned forward and said, “It’s not like I find anal sex all that pleasurable. I mean, it hurts. I’m sure you know that. And yet I keep going back. I’ve actually begged him for it, Harrison. I’ve begged him to do something that hurts. The crazy thing is, the begging felt good.”
She looked a little distressed, which was a feeling Harrison understood. He’d experienced that same level of distress every time he left Art’s place. He experienced doubt and anguish. He questioned his sexuality and his sanity. And yet he kept going back.
“Why did you stay with me?” Harrison asked. “After you met Art, why didn’t you just break up with me?”
“Because I like you,” Ally replied. “I know that’s a shitty reason, but it’s true. It’s not just that, though. Every time I went to see Art I told myself it would be the last. Every time I came home from his place, usually with his cum dripping out of me, I told myself I’d never see him again. That’s how I convinced myself that I didn’t have to break up with you.”
“Okay, sure, I sort of get that, but it also seems pretty clear that I’m not the kind of guy that can satisfy you. Sexually, I mean,” Harrison noted. “I mean, Art says that he could see that you were unsatisfied the moment he met you. He says he could see that you needed an alpha male in your life, that your boyfriend was clearly a beta male who couldn’t…well, you couldn’t give you what you needed. So, if that’s true, why would you stay with me? Why would you want to be with a beta male who can’t satisfy you?”
“Because…because it’s not all about sex,” Ally said. “Not for me, at least. Or, I guess I never thought it was all about sex for me. You’re a great guy, Harrison. You’re smart, kind, funny, hard-working, and on the road to being really successful. You’re the kind of guy that a woman wants to be with forever, you know? There’s no such thing as a perfect man, so I decided that I’d be okay with having good-but-not-great sex for the rest of my life. Because it’s not like you’re terrible in bed. You’re average. You’re not all that assertive and you’re not all that skilled, but you’re good enough, and good enough was acceptable for me because of everything else you offered as a boyfriend.”
Harrison felt the energy drain out of him. He believed Ally – for the most part, at least – but he wasn’t sure it mattered. He might have learned something about himself during his experiences with Art, but it wasn’t something Harrison wanted to know. He didn’t want to be the guy that offered his body to an alpha male. He didn’t want to be the guy that got fucked by a random trainer at a gym, even if some part of him found that pleasurable.
“Why did you ask me to breakfast, Ally?” Harrison asked. She looked a little disappointed, but Harrison couldn’t bring himself to care. If Ally was hoping that he’d be willing to get into a long discussion about the things they’d both done with Art, disappointment was inevitable.
“Because I don’t want to lose you,” she said.
Harrison barely avoided doing a spit take and spewing hot coffee onto Ally’s pretty dress. “I’m sorry, what?” he asked after swallowing. “You can’t be serious. You cheated on me. You’d still be sneaking out and fucking Art behind my back if I hadn’t found out.”
The waitress showed up with their food and said, “If you wouldn’t mind keeping it down. Families eat here. You’re welcome to have a fight, of course – you wouldn’t be the first couple to have it out here – but we’ll have to ask you to leave if you can’t keep your voices low enough. Okay?”
“Sorry,” Harrison said as he glanced up at the waitress. “I’ll keep it down. I promise.”
“Enjoy your food,” the waitress said before heading back to the kitchen.
“You’re right,” Ally said.
Harrison looked up and asked, “About what?”
“That I’d still be sneaking out to meet with Art,” Ally answered.
Harrison stabbed the yolk of his sunny side up egg and watched it run towards the hash browns. “So why are you saying you don’t want to lose me? You’ve already lost me, Ally. You lost me the first time you cheated on me. I was just too stupid and insecure to realize it.”
“Look at me,” Ally said.
Harrison took a bite of his egg and sipped his coffee, all the while refusing to look at Ally.
“Harrison, you can finish your breakfast, walk out of here, and never see me again,” she said. “It’s not like I can stop you from doing that. The least you can do is look at me before you do that.”
Harrison looked up. He wanted to feel anger and hate. He wanted to feel the things a man was supposed to feel after his girlfriend cheated on him. He didn’t feel those things, though. He wasn’t entirely sure what he felt – though he was certain there was a bit of desire in there – but it wasn’t hate and it wasn’t anger.
“Didn’t some part of you like – maybe even love – the things that Art did to you? Didn’t some part of you find it thrilling and exciting and naughty in a really good way to go to that gym and let Art’s friend do whatever he wanted with your body?” Ally asked. “Didn’t it feel good to embrace being a beta male? Didn’t it feel good to serve an alpha male’s needs?”
A battle unfolded in Harrison’s mind and body as Ally asked her questions. He felt the humiliation he’d experienced each time he’d surrendered to Art. He felt something that might have been arousal. Whatever it was, it was the thing that kept drawing Harrison back to Art, the thing that propelled him to get on his knees or take it up the ass instead of simply running out of the house. Self loathing joined the battle, too, as Harrison couldn’t quite get over the notion that a straight guy wasn’t supposed to do anything with another man, let alone surrender so completely to the sexual desires of another man.
“It doesn’t matter,” Harrison answered a few moments after Ally finished her question.
“What do you mean it doesn’t matter?” she asked. “Of course it matters. How you felt about it is the only thing that matters.”
“Ally, a straight guy, a guy that wants to marry a woman and have a family and all of that, that kind of guy can’t do the things I did with Art. That kind of guy certainly can’t enjoy having done the things I did with Art,” Harrison said.
“But you’re willing to admit that those things weren’t done to you,” Ally replied. “Maybe the first time, but not after that, and certainly not the last time. Not when you got on your hands and knees and offered yourself to him right along with me.”
Harrison shook his head. He wasn’t going to deny that he’d made that choice. He wasn’t going to say it out loud, either, but he wasn’t going to deny it.
“What if we stayed together?” Ally asked. “What if we stayed together and did all those things you want – the marriage, the family, the normal stuff – but for a little while we also did the things that you’re not supposed to want.”
“I can’t,” Harrison said.
“I’m not supposed to want them either,” Ally said. “I know porn makes it seem like girls are supposed to want those things, but we’re not, and most of us don’t. We’re not supposed to want to be treated the way Art treats me. We’re not supposed to want to be called the names he calls me. We’re not supposed to want to be…to be used the way he uses me. We’re definitely not supposed to have incredible, overwhelming, life-changing orgasms when we’re treated that way. I do, though. So maybe you and I have more in common than you might think, Harrison. Maybe we’re meant for each other.”
Harrison felt a certain desire to surrender to Ally’s suggestion. It was a powerful kind of pull that rose up from deep inside him. It felt primal, like it would be impossible to control if he actually surrendered to it.
Ally looked past Harrison and smiled. She waved at someone. He turned around to see Art strolling towards their table with a smile on his face and his hands in his pockets. He walked right past Harrison and sat next to Ally.
“What’s he doing here?” Harrison asked with obvious annoyance in his voice.
“I invited him,” Ally said. “I won’t blame you if you want to walk away from all of this, Harrison, but I’m not ready to yet. I don’t want to. It feels too good, and I know I’d regret it if I walked away. I know that I need an alpha male like Art in my life, at least for a little while. I need to feed the desire I can feel deep inside me. I don’t want to deny it. I want to let it out, to set it free, to surrender to it. I think you want that too. That’s why I invited Art.”
“I want those things you said the last time I saw you to be true,” Art said as he put his arm around Ally and pulled her close. “I know they’re true for her, but I want them to be true for you too, Harrison.”
Art didn’t have to get specific for Harrison to know what he was talking about. Harrison had uttered the words ‘you own me’ to Art during their last meeting. It had happened while he and Ally were on the couch receiving anal sex from Art. They’d both gotten fucked, they’d both told him he owned them, and they’d both gotten on their knees to take his cumshot. They’d both sucked him again after that and started the whole cycle over. They’d ended up fucking for another two hours as they made Art cum until he was too exhausted to get off again. It was all thoroughly humiliating.
“I’m right, aren’t I Ally? It’s still true for you, isn’t it?” Art asked.
“It is,” she said. “You own me, Art. I’m yours to use however you desire.”
Harrison silently cursed himself for feeling even a hint of arousal as his girlfriend uttered those words to another man.
“How about you, Harrison?” Art asked. “I want you too. I want you both. I want to have fun with you. I want to use you both. I want to share you with my friends. I want to see just how depraved you can be. I want to show you that a beta male’s place is to serve the needs of his superiors. I want to show you your place in the world and I want you to enjoy it.”
“I’ll still be your girlfriend,” Ally said. “We’ll still go on dates. You can even fuck me if Art gives you permission. Wouldn’t that be nice? You get to be a good little beta boy and you get to have me from time to time?”
Harrison felt his resolve crumbling. He wished he could get up and walk out of the diner. He wished he could throw a cup of coffee in Art’s face and tell him to fuck off before storming out. He wished he could be the man he used to think he was. He couldn’t, though.
Harrison leaned forward, looked at Art, and said, “You own me.”
Art smiled. “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t quite hear you. Could you say that a little louder for me?”
Harrison’s eyes darted around the diner. No one was looking, but he didn’t want to say it any louder. He didn’t have a choice, though. “You own me,” he said.
A few people turned to look and Art smiled. “Yes, I do, and I’m going to use you until I’ve broken your spirit and turned you into the ultimate beta bitch. It won’t be long before all you can think about is serving the needs of a real man. All the fight will go out of you, and in its place will be a sniveling little bitch that just wants to make me happy.”
“Excuse me,” the waitress said as she appeared at their table. “But we’ve gotten complaints from the other customers. You must keep it down.”
Art looked up at her and smiled. “The little bitch sitting across the table from me will pay for the meal of anyone that complained. He’d be happy to pay, in fact. He’s a big tipper, too. While he’s paying, I’m going to take his girlfriend to my car and make her choke on my cock.”
Art got up, took Ally’s hand, and led her out of the diner as Harrison watched them go.
“Was he being serious? Are you really going to pay for the people that complained?” the waitress asked. Harrison nodded and she smiled. “Very good. I’ll bring you their checks.”
Harrison gave his card when the waitress returned with five separate checks. She ran them all and he signed each receipt with a generous tip. He made sure he had his phone and wallet on him and headed for the parking lot. He spotted Ally’s head bobbing up and down in Art’s lap from a hundred feet away. They weren’t being subtle. Art wanted to show off and he didn’t give a damn if anyone found it offensive.
Art lowered the window as Harrison approached and said, “Leave your car here. Your girlfriend’s gonna ride in back and you’re getting in the front seat. You’re gonna suck my dick the whole way back to my house just to show me how much of a beta bitch you are. Do you understand?”
Harrison’s shoulders slumped as he nodded. Shame rushed through him as he felt a touch of excitement at the prospect of giving a blowjob in the car.
“Then say it,” Art insisted as Ally’s mouth continued to move up and down his thick shaft.
“I’m going to suck your dick the whole way back to your house to show you how much of a beta bitch I am,” Harrison said.
Art laughed. “Pathetic. I can’t believe Ally wants to keep dating you, but I don’t pretend to understand women or beta bitches like you. I just know that you’re all meant to be used and used hard by real men. Now let’s go. Get your ass to the other side of the car and take her place sucking my cock.”
Harrison walked around the front of the car and opened the passenger door. Ally scrambled into the backseat as Harrison got in. He didn’t bother hesitating. It would only result in him getting slapped or punched. Instead, he leaned over and took Art’s cock in his mouth. He sucked like he’d already sucked numerous times before.
“Fuck yeah,” Art said as he put the car in drive. “This is your place, beta boy. It won’t be long before you stop questioning it. Trust me on that. I’m gonna make sure you know that you’ll never be anything other than a beta bitch that exists to serve men like me.”
Ally moaned from the backseat.
“You can play with that cunt, but you better not cum,” Art said. “Not without my permission.”
“Of course not,” Ally replied.
“Good girl,” Art said. “You’re both going to meet a friend of mine when we get back to my place. We’re going to fuck you together. We’re going to wear you out. And you’re not going to complain, either. And why is that?”
“Because you own us,” Ally answered.
Art put a hand on the back of Harrison’s head and pushed down until he choked. “That’s right. I fucking own the both of you.” He laughed as Harrison gagged. “And I’m going to take full advantage of that.”
Much to his embarrassment, Harrison felt excited at the prospect of another degrading sexual experience with Ally. He couldn’t believe he’d fallen so far, and yet he hadn’t really fallen at all. He’d simply followed the path Art had laid out for him. He’d traveled it willingly. Maybe Ally was right. Maybe Art had simply helped Harrison discover who he was really meant to be.
Maybe it really would be pleasurable to be used by Art and his friend for a long afternoon. Maybe Harrison really did want to be surrender completely and become the beta bitch Art insisted he was.
