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Confronting the Guy That’s Been Banging His Girlfriend - Part 4
🕑 Added 2021-09-14 05:29:13 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Harrison’s phone buzzed and he glanced at it. Art had sent a text: “Wanna suck my dick?”
“Fuck off,” Harrison replied.
“Wanna sit on my dick?” Art texted.
Harrison clenched his jaw as he stared at the text for a few moments and replied, “Fuck off.”
“Babe, we’re supposed to be watching a movie. Who are you texting?” Ally asked.
“Sorry,” Harrison said. “It’s just someone from work bothering me to help them with something. I told him that I’m not working on a Saturday night, though.”
Ally looked up at Harrison and smiled. “Because spending time with me is more important?”
Harrison put his arm around Ally and pulled her closer. “That’s right.”
His phone buzzed again. Harrison grabbed it and saw that Art had sent a picture of Harrison riding his cock in reverse cowgirl. A deep sense of humiliation coursed through his body as he stared at the image. His asshole tightened as the memory of doing exactly as Art had demanded rushed back.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna come over and take my dick for a ride? I think we both know you enjoyed it, you pathetic little bitch,” Art texted.
“Fuck you,” Harrison replied. “I’m on a date with Ally and I’m not leaving. I’m not your fucking bitch. I’m done with that.”
Harrison put his phone on airplane mode and turned back to Ally. “I put it on airplane mode. That’s the last text I’ll receive tonight.”
Ally looked up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Her hand moved to his thigh and a naughty smile crossed her face as she found his cock and gently massaged it.
“Maybe we should forget about the movie,” Ally said.
He smiled. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
They shared a kiss as Ally stroked Harrison’s cock to a full, throbbing erection. He was moments away from rolling his girlfriend onto her back and initiating a heavy round of foreplay when her phone dinged.
“Just a second,” Ally said. She snatched her phone from the coffee table, typed out a quick reply to the text that had come in, and then turned towards Harrison with a slight frown on her face. “I’m so sorry, but my friend just broke up with her boyfriend. It was really bad, apparently. I guess he cheated on her. She wants me to pick up some ice cream and go over there. Would that be okay?”
“Yeah, of course,” Harrison said.
Ally smiled and quickly straddled Harrison. She offered a deeply passionate kiss and he thought for a moment he might get to enjoy a quickie before she ran off to her friend.
“Thank you,” she said. “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”
With that she got up, grabbed her purse and keys, and headed out while Harrison sat on the couch with a painful boner between his legs. He grabbed his phone, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his cock with the intention of jerking off when a text came through.
“She didn’t even hesitate to abandon you for me,” Art texted.
Harrison felt like a fool. He hadn’t even considered that Ally was lying to him, but of course she was. She’d been lying to him for weeks. Why would she stop now?
“Tell me, Harrison, how should I fuck the little slut you call a girlfriend? Should I fuck her face and cover it in my load? Should I pound her pussy so hard that she’s bruised tomorrow? Should I savage her asshole and dump my load inside her rectum? You pick, beta boy,” Art continued.
Harrison tucked his still-hard cock back into his pants, zipped up, and grabbed his keys. He wasn’t going to be the beta male that Art thought he was. He was going to go Art’s place and confront him and Ally. He was going to tell them both to fuck off. It was the only thing that made any sense.
Harrison rushed out of the house, hopped in his car, and got on the road. He squeezed the steering wheel with a death grip and cursed himself for not dumping Ally right after he found out she was cheating. He cursed himself for letting Art get the best of him time and time again. He did everything he could to build up the anger he knew it would take to tell both Art and Ally to fuck themselves, to tell them that they were better off with each other, that he didn’t give a fuck about them and that he was better off without Ally in his life.
Harrison parked behind Ally’s car and stared up at Art’s place. His hands remained firmly around the steering wheel as his courage dwindled just a little bit. He thought of everything that had unfolded in Art’s house. He thought of how weak he’d been and how it had happened repeatedly. He wondered if Art would really follow through on his threat to send the incriminating pictures of Harrison to his work. Was he really that much of an asshole?
Harrison considered leaving. He could just break up with Ally in some other way and move on with his life. There was no guarantee Art would stop harassing him, though. The texts might continue even after Harrison broke up with Ally. Harrison had to confront him. He had to make it perfectly clear that Art had no control over him.
Harrison gathered his courage, got out of the car, and rushed towards the front door. He knocked with great force and tried not to think about the times he’d rushed towards Art’s door and almost immediately failed to be the kind of man he wanted to be.
Ally opened the door. “Harrison?” she said with a shocked look on her face. “What are you doing here?”
Harrison heard Art laugh from the living room.
“I…I’m…” Harrison stammered.
Art appeared at the edge of the living room. He was naked and his cock was hard and slick, presumably with Ally’s saliva. “I imagine he thinks he’s here to rescue you, or to claim his dignity, or something equally pointless,” Art said. “But who gives a fuck why he’s here? My dick belongs in your mouth, slut. Get over here and get on your knees.”
Ally looked at Harrison for a moment and said, “Sorry.” She turned, strode towards Art, and fell on to her knees in front of him. Art put a hand on the back of her head and Ally took his cock in her mouth. Soon enough the sounds of a wet, gagging blowjob filled the air.
“Get in the house and get naked, beta bitch,” Art demanded as he fucked Ally’s mouth.
Harrison’s pulse raced and his knees felt weak as he stood in the doorway and watched his girlfriend offer her mouth to Art’s big cock. She hadn’t hesitated to go to him and get on her knees. She’d gone eagerly. She deserved to be dumped, but Harrison was pretty sure Ally wouldn’t give a shit about that. She deserved to be yelled at, but there didn’t seem to be any point in doing that while she was on her knees sucking cock.
“What the fuck are you waiting for?” Art shouted. “Shut the door and get naked!”
Harrison stepped into the house, shut the door, and stripped. He hated himself for doing it, but for some reason he couldn’t resist.
“That’s it,” Art said. “Show me that you know what you are, Harrison. Show your girlfriend that you know what she’s known about you all along. Show us both that you’re nothing but a worthless, weak beta male.”
Harrison couldn’t bear to look at Art as he stripped. He was doing exactly as Art described. He was admitting exactly what he was. If he wasn’t, he’d have walked out the door. Instead, he was pursuing what some part of him actually wanted.
“Now get on your knees next to your girlfriend,” Art instructed. “Right fucking now.”
Harrison took slow, small steps forward until he stood next to Ally. Humiliation coursed through him as he dropped to his knees and looked over to see Art thrusting in and out of her mouth.
“Tell me that you want to suck my cock,” Art demanded as he looked down at Harrison.
Harrison slowly dragged his gaze up Art’s body and saw the cocky smile on his face. It made him want to take a swing at the other man, but Harrison had been down that road too many times before. He knew how it would end. Art was better than him. He’d proved it over and over. That’s why Harrison was on his knees. There was no point in resisting anymore.
“I…I want to suck your cock,” Harrison said.
Ally moaned and Art’s smile got bigger.
“Your girlfriend’s a little freak,” Art said. “She likes that I’m about to make her boyfriend suck my cock. She fucking likes it, Harrison. Can you believe that? She likes that I’m going to feed you my dick and make you choke on it.”
Harrison looked down at the floor. He couldn’t bear to look at Art or Ally. He just couldn’t.
“Look up at me,” Art demanded.
Harrison couldn’t. He kept his eyes fixed on the floor. Art reached out, grabbed a handful of Harrison’s hair, and pulled back hard. Harrison couldn’t help but look up.
“Open your mouth,” Art said.
Harrison kept his mouth shut. He couldn’t willingly humiliate himself. He just couldn’t. Art delivered a hard slap across Harrison’s face and Ally moaned louder than she had before. She reached between her legs and Harrison heard the quiet sound of masturbation as she played with her pussy. He opened his mouth like Art had instructed. It wasn’t worth getting slapped again.
Art pulled his cock from Ally’s mouth and stepped in front of Harrison. He pushed the long, spit-soaked shaft onto Harrison’s tongue and said, “Suck my cock. Do a good job and I’ll fuck your face like we both know you want me to.”
Ally moaned again. Harrison closed his lips around Art’s cock and gave a blowjob.
“He’s hard,” Ally said.
Harrison didn’t think he could feel a deeper sense of humiliation, but getting hard as he sucked cock in front of his girlfriend made it so much worse.
“Of course he is,” Art replied. “A beta male finds pleasure in submitting to his superiors. Harrison likes sucking dick, even if he claims he doesn’t.”
“He…he likes sucking dick?” Ally asked.
“It’s not the first time he’s sucked my cock,” Art explained.
Harrison sank deeper into his humiliation as Ally moaned.
“I’ve been using him for a few weeks,” Art continued. “He comes over and tries to act like a man. He tries to tell me to stop fucking you. He takes a swing at me. Every time he ends up on his knees with my dick in his mouth or buried in his ass. He can’t just admit he wants to be a cocksucking beta bitch, so he acts like he’s trying to reclaim his manhood.”
“But he was never really a man,” Ally added.
“No, he wasn’t,” Art said. “He’s always been a beta bitch. You knew that. That’s why you got on your knees for me that first night. That’s why you let me take your body and do whatever the fuck I want with it. You need an alpha male in your life because you’ve been dating this worthless beta boy.”
Ally moaned and said, “I do. I need you, Art.”
“It turns out your boyfriend does too,” Art said. “Look at him. Look at what a cocksucker he is. He’s fucking blissed out with my dick in his mouth and when I fuck his face and make him gag on it he’s going to love it.”
Art grabbed a second handful of Harrison’s hair and fucked his face. Harrison gagged and he felt his cock throb. He didn’t understand it. Was Art right about him? Was he really just a beta bitch that found pleasure in serving an alpha male? Was that really true?
When Art pulled out, Harrison gasped for air. He looked over and saw lusty delight on Ally’s face as she played with her pussy.
“I want you both on your knees on the couch,” Art said.
Ally stood and looked down at Harrison. She offered her hand and a smile. He hesitated for a moment before reaching up and taking it. Ally led him to the couch and they got on their knees and looked at each other as Art approached.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t resist him,” Ally said.
“I couldn’t either,” Harrison replied. He knew it was the truth. He’d spent weeks trying to resist that it was the truth, but further resistance was pointless.
“It’s nice to have my two sluts together,” Art said as he moved behind them. He delivered a swift smack to each of their asses and they cried out simultaneously. “I think I might keep you both. Use you hard until I’m ready to move on to someone new.”
Ally moaned as Art slipped into her pussy from behind. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back hard enough for her head to snap back. She moaned like it thrilled her.
“Tell me what you want,” Art demanded.
“Fuck me,” Ally said. “Please, Art, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
Art did exactly that. He fucked Ally hard and fast from behind. He drilled her with such fury that the sounds of their bodies meeting reverberated off the living room walls. Ally’s tits bounced hard with every thrust and she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and let out a moan that seemed like it would last forever.
Art spit on his fingers and slipped three of them into Harrison’s asshole. He pushed them in and out, working the hole his cock had spent a fair amount of time in and working it vigorously. He fucked both of them at the same time and Harrison couldn’t help but feel like the slut Art seemed to think of him as.
After a few minutes in Ally’s pussy, Art pulled out, stepped behind Harrison, and took his ass without hesitation. Harrison cried out at the searing pain that spread from his asshole, but he wanted it. It was humiliating, but he wanted it. Something had changed. He’d given up resisting it and now he wanted it.
“Tell me what you want,” Art demanded.
“I…I want…”
“It’s okay,” Ally said as she took Harrison’s hand. “We both know what you are, Harrison. You can admit it. You can tell him what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” Harrison said as he stared into Ally’s eyes. She smiled at his admission and he watched her reach down to play with her pussy yet again. “Fuck me hard.”
Art grabbed a handful of Harrison’s hair and pulled back hard, making his head snap back. He smacked his ass and he fucked him with long, impossibly hard thrusts. The pain was astonishing at first, but it lessened with each thrust. Soon enough it became a dull ache and it was joined by a certain kind of humiliation-fueled pleasure at the idea of being fucked by a man in front of his girlfriend.
“Is this beta bitch ever fucking you again, Ally?” Art asked.
“No,” she said.
“Of course not,” Art replied. “Now that you know what he is, you’re not letting his dick anywhere near your pussy, are you?”
“No,” she said. “He doesn’t deserve my pussy.” She moaned. “My pussy is yours, Art.”
Art laughed and smacked her ass. “I own both of you,” he said. “Say it. Say that I fucking own you.”
“You own me,” Ally said.
Art smacked Harrison’s ass. “You say it too, beta bitch.”
Harrison closed his eyes and surveyed his body. Despite the ache in his ass and the humiliation of being fucked, he felt great, which only deepened his embarrassment. “You own me,” he said.
“Damn right I do,” Art said. He pulled out and added, “Get on your fucking knees in front of me. Right now.”
Both Harrison and Ally did as they were told. Art stroked his cock as he looked down at them.
“Press your faces together. Cheek to cheek,” he said. “I’m gonna paint you both.”
They did as they were told while Art masturbated above them. He smiled and his cock swelled up. He moaned and a moment later a shower of cum exploded from the thick head. He directed it onto both Harrison and Ally, covering them in his load.
“Clean each other up and share my load,” he instructed. “Right now.”
Ally turned to Harrison, licked a thick streak of cum off his face, and kissed him. Their tongues danced for a few moments and then he did the same for her.
“Do it until you’re clean. Then you both worship me and get me ready for round two,” Art said.
Ally smiled. She looked happier than Harrison had ever seen her. He’d never felt more humiliated, and yet he wasn’t sure he’d ever been more turned on. He would do as Art instructed. He’d almost certainly feel terrible about it later, but in the moment he’d do it and he’d enjoy it.
Comments
Not to be a downer, but this story kinda lost me. Ally seems like a really loving and supportive girlfriend, and she's super guilty when Harrison walks in on her and Art. But then the sexy times start and her personality flips instantly into Mistress mode... I dunno. I feel like she'd get there eventually, maybe even by the next installment. But I had kind of a hard time believing that she'd be that vocal and demeaning to Harrison that quickly. This more felt like the kind of story where she'd need to get used to the idea in a similar way to how Harrison needed to get used to the idea. I dunno. I'm not saying it's bad, but the personality 180 really pulled me out of this one.
