<p><a href="https://www.patreon.com/posts/confronting-guy-53748825">Click here</a> to read the first part of the story.</p><p><img data-media-id="115823085" src="/2f/00/2f0078b07eafd6c8c0337b6fdb01cc83e66df680ba88c974b212df0560635b13.jpg"></p><p>Ally was in Art’s house. His cock was probably buried inside her as Harrison pulled into a parking space a healthy distance away. Less than 24 hours after he’d let the guy his girlfriend was cheating with humiliate him, Harrison had returned. It was going to be different this time, though. Harrison was going to reclaim the dignity he’d lost when he’d sucked Art’s cock and let him cum on his face.</p><p>The thing that bothered Harrison the most was that he’d masturbated just like Art presumed he would. He’d driven to a mostly empty commuter parking lot, found a space way in the corner, and masturbated with great fury, spilling his load into a handful of McDonald’s napkins he’d found in his glove box. The humiliation that followed was deeply unpleasant. Harrison had nearly broken down into tears as a tidal wave of disgust washed over him. A day later, he was ready to wipe away that humiliation and make sure that Art understood that he had no power over Harrison, compromising pictures be damned.</p><p>“Your girlfriend just left,” Art texted nearly an hour after Harrison pulled into the parking space. “I used her hard today. She said she’s never had an orgasm like the one I gave her while my cock was buried in her ass. Your girl’s a slut. My slut. I want you at my door in less than five minutes or I’m sending her the pictures I took.”</p><p>Harrison felt a deep sense of rage as he read the text, though some of it was directed inward for the mild stirring of lust he experienced. It was as if his body had betrayed him by feeling anything even remotely resembling desire while reading about another man using his girlfriend as his personal fuck toy.</p><p>Harrison took a deep breath, started the car, and headed for Art’s house. He gave himself a quick pep talk once he’d found a space and walked towards the front door with purpose, just like he’d done the day before. This time was going to be different, though. This time he was going to assert his manhood and take back what Art had stolen from him.</p><p>Art answered the door in his boxers, revealing his slender, somewhat unimpressive body. For a moment, all Harrison could do was stare as he wondered once again what Ally saw in the man standing in front of him.</p><p>“Come in,” Art said.</p><p>Harrison took a deep breath, located the pit of rage that still rested in his stomach, and stepped into the house with a fierce determination to reclaim his dignity.</p><p>“Take your clothes off,” Art demanded as he shut the door.</p><p>“What?” Harrison replied.</p><p>“I made your slut girlfriend take her clothes off right here in the foyer and you’re going to do the same,” Art said. “Like I said, I’m going to use you like a slut today just like I used her, so I want you to take your clothes off right now.”</p><p>Harrison clenched his fists as he felt his rage rise up.</p><p>“You jerked off yesterday, didn’t you?” Art asked.</p><p>“Wha…what?” Harrison replied as the rage dissipated. How could Art have known?</p><p>“Answer the question, Harrison,” he said. “Did you jerk off after you left here? Did you park somewhere and pull on your pathetic, underwhelming cock until you spilled your load? Did you jerk off while thinking about my cock in your mouth and my cum spurting all over your face?”</p><p>In an instant, the rage returned. It didn’t matter that Art somehow knew exactly what Harrison had done yesterday. If anything, that made the humiliation that fueled his rage worse. Harrison clenched his fists once more and stepped towards Art. He reared back to throw a punch – he needed to take control and establish physical dominance over the man that was fucking his girlfriend – but Art was faster. He slugged Harrison in the stomach, making him double over at the sudden, incredible pain.</p><p>Art grabbed a handful of Harrison’s hair and pulled hard. “Look at me!” he demanded.</p><p>Harrison groaned in pain and looked up at Art. “Fuck you.”</p><p>“No, Harrison, that’s the exact opposite of what’s going to happen today,” Art said. “It’s time you wrapped your head around that. Your girlfriend is mine. She’s been mine since that first night I bent her over and fucked her like the slut she was destined to be. Now you’re mine. You were mine the moment you stepped into my house yesterday and showed me how fucking weak you are. You truly became mine when you jerked off in your car like some pathetic little bitch. Now take your fucking clothes off or I’m going to beat your ass and then send Ally those pictures. And you know what? I’ll put them online, too. The whole world will see what a pathetic cocksucking bitch you are.”</p><p>Harrison’s stomach still ached from the punch and Art was pulling his hair so hard that pain rushed down his spine. He wasn’t going to win a fight against Art, and by trying to do so he’d put himself in a deeply compromised position. He wasn’t going to surrender, though. Instead, Harrison reached up, grabbed Art’s wrist, and took another swing. Art responded by kicking Harrison in the balls. He fell to his knees and cried out in pain.</p><p>Art stepped towards Harrison and pulled his hair until he had to look up. “You’re barely a fraction of a man. No wonder your girlfriend is so desperate to be with someone that knows how to take control. She begged me to fuck her ass today, Harrison. She spread her tight little cheeks, showed me that smooth little hole of hers and begged me to take it for my pleasure. She’s so desperate to be with a real man that she begged me to pound her ass. Can you believe that?”</p><p>Harrison closed his eyes and shook his head as he tried his best to breathe through the pain that now emanated through most of his body.</p><p>“I’ll tell you what,” Art said. “You don’t have to take your clothes off yet. You can just suck my cock. You’re already on your knees. Pull my underwear down. Free my cock. Take it in your mouth.”</p><p>Harrison’s hands shook as he reached up and pulled down Art’s boxers. He freed the cock that had been in his mouth a day ago and that had apparently spent time in Ally’s ass mere minutes ago.</p><p>“Look at me,” Art demanded. Harrison looked up. “You’re like your girlfriend, Harrison. You need someone to take charge. You crave it. You can try and resist it, but you know it’s true. You’re excited by this. I can see it in your eyes. You had to take a literal punch to get to this place, but we both know that you’re eager to suck my cock, just like you were eager to suck my cock yesterday. So do it. Take my cock in your mouth.”</p><p>Harrison’s gaze returned to Art’s half-hard cock. He felt the desire Art spoke of, just like he’d felt it the day before. He couldn’t begin to understand it, but it was there. A heavy dose of humiliation followed in its wake, but that didn’t seem to dissipate the desire. If anything, it enhanced it.</p><p>Harrison reached out and took Art’s cock in his hand. He moved his fingers up and down the shaft. Art moaned and Harrison felt his own cock come to life. Why did he find it pleasurable to make Art feel good?</p><p>“Take me in your mouth,” he said. “Be a cocksucker for me. Be a slut for me. Be just like your naughty little girlfriend.”</p><p>Harrison leaned forward and took Art’s cock in his mouth. He closed his eyes because somehow that made it a little bit easier to give a blowjob and not feel quite as much humiliation.</p><p>“That’s it,” Art said. “Surrender to it, Harrison. You need someone to be in control. You need to surrender. You need to be a good little bitch just like you girlfriend does.”</p><p>As Art’s cock grew in Harrison’s mouth, an erection sprouted between his legs. Part of him wanted it go away and part of him wanted to fully embrace the desire bouncing around his body and jerk off.</p><p>“That’s it, you fucking cocksucker,” Art said with an angry kind of lust in his voice. “Now choke on my dick. Take it in your fucking throat just like your naughty little girlfriend did. Do it. Right now.”</p><p>Art grabbed two handfuls of Harrison’s hair and thrust forward. There was no choice but to gag as the cock invaded his throat. Art moaned and held his cock there, briefly cutting off Harrison’s air supply.</p><p>Art pulled out, slapped his slippery dick on Harrison’s face, and said, “Now stand up and take your clothes off. I’m not going to tell you again. If you fail to get naked, I will send those pictures I took yesterday to your girlfriend.”</p><p>Harrison stood up and took off his t-shirt as Art smiled and stroked his cock. Harrison quickly took off his shoes and socks and unbuttoned his pants. He took a deep breath. It was the moment of truth. Harrison wasn’t entirely sure what would come next, but it would certainly be humiliating. He still had the option of walking out. Art would definitely send the pictures to Ally and he might even post them online, but Harrison could probably deal with that.</p><p>Harrison took the more dangerous route. He pulled his pants down and his underwear quickly followed. He was naked in front of Art.</p><p>“What does that hard dick of yours mean?” Art asked.</p><p>“It…it means…it means I’m turned on,” Harrison answered.</p><p>“It means you’re a bitch,” Art said. “It means you’re my bitch. Now follow me.”</p><p>Harrison felt a weird sort of heat spread from his face to his chest as he followed Art into the living room. It was humiliation. It was a physical response to the abject humiliation he felt at admitting that he was, in fact, Art’s bitch.</p><p>“Get on your hands and knees in the middle of the rug,” Art demanded as he pointed to the floor. “Pose for me just like a bitch would before she gets mounted.”</p><p>Harrison closed his eyes as a tidal wave of humiliation washed over him. His cock still throbbed, though. His heart pounded. It was as if each beat sent more desire through his body, desire that seemed to be fueled by his increasing degradation. He fell to his hands and knees on the surprisingly soft rug in the middle of the living room.</p><p>“That’s right where your girlfriend was this afternoon,” Art said. “Though she was far more enthusiastic about offering her body to me than you’ve been. We can work on that, though.” Art moved behind Harrison and said, “Now put your face on the rug and reach back to spread your ass cheeks.”</p><p>Harrison gently laid his face against the rug and reached back to spread his ass cheeks as ordered. He felt the cool air against his asshole and a shiver rushed up his spine.</p><p>“You know,” Art said as he knelt behind Harrison, “you’re not the first man I’ve broken. I find it kind of intoxicating, to be honest. The rush of power I feel when I see a man resign himself to his need to be dominated by someone far more powerful than him is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I knew Ally had a boyfriend when I seduced her. If I’m being honest, I was hoping you’d react the way you did. I was even more excited when I saw how weak you were. And now you’re face down, ass up in my living room. You’re about to take my cock in your ass, Harrison. You’re a broken man.”</p><p>Art spit on Harrison’s asshole and roughly shoved two fingers inside him. He cried out, both from the suddenness of the penetration and the significant discomfort of having something in his ass for the first time in his life.</p><p>“Shut the fuck up,” Art said. “I will not, under any circumstances, fuck a screaming bitch. Do you understand? You will keep quiet and you will take my cock without complaint. You will speak if spoken to, but otherwise you will take the fucking I want to dole out like the worthless little bitch that you are. Do you understand?”</p><p>Harrison gritted his teeth as Art added a third finger and said, “Yes, I understand.”</p><p>Art pulled his fingers from Harrison’s ass, spit once more, and stroked himself. “Beg for it,” he demanded.</p><p>A potent wave of humiliation washed over Harrison once again, bringing with it a renewed throbbing between his legs. “Please, fuck me,” he said. “Fuck me like a bitch. Make me…make me your bitch.”</p><p>Art laughed and slapped the head of his dick against Harrison’s asshole. “I made you my bitch yesterday. Today I’m just claiming your ass and making sure you know that I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want with you from now on.”</p><p>To his great embarrassment, Harrison felt desperate for that. He’d come to Art’s house with a plan to reclaim his dignity, and now he was face down, ass up and ready to give away the last bit of dignity he possessed. He was all in. “My ass is yours,” he said. “Take it.”</p><p>Art laughed again. “That’s just what your girlfriend said. I do love owning a couple.”</p><p>He pressed the head of his cock against Harrison’s asshole and slipped inside. Intense pain emanated from the point of penetration, taking his breath away. Harrison remembered Art’s warning, though, and kept quiet. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and took the deep thrusts from the insistent cock that had so easily invaded his body.</p><p>“That’s it,” Art said. “Take it like a bitch. Just like your slutty girlfriend. Moan for me like she did. Moan like a bitch in heat as I fuck your ass with my big cock.”</p><p>Harrison moaned as ordered. Despite the pain, he felt a strange kind of pleasure. It wasn’t physical so much as mental, as if Art had been right about him all along, that Harrison really did find great satisfaction in surrendering to a man.</p><p>Art grabbed Harrison’s hips and fucked him harder. “You take dick almost as good as your girlfriend, Harrison. She likes to play with her pussy while I fuck her ass. Would you like to play with your cock while I fuck you?”</p><p>“Yes,” Harrison said.</p><p>“Go ahead,” Art replied. “Play with your worthless dick while I fuck you. Be a good little bottom bitch.”</p><p>Harrison reached back and played with his cock. His body came alive with pleasure after just a few strokes. He moaned with delight as the sensorial bliss of masturbating countered the pain of being fucked from behind by a man.</p><p>“No cumming,” Art said. “You don’t cum unless I give you permission.” He smacked Harrison’s ass and laughed as he fucked him harder and faster. “That’s a good little bitch. My dick looks damn fine disappearing into your ass.”</p><p>Art reached over and plucked his phone from the arm of the couch. “In fact, it looks so good I think I’ll take a video. Look back at the phone, Harrison. Tell me you’re a good little bitch that likes getting fucked by a real man.”</p><p>Harrison moaned and stroked his cock faster. He looked back at Art’s phone. “I’m a good little bitch that likes getting fucked by a real man,” he said. Harrison had to slow his strokes as an orgasm nearly overtook him.</p><p>“That’s right,” Art said. “That’s exactly what you are. You’re a good little bitch with my big dick buried in your ass. You’re taking it like a good little bitch, too. Soon I’m gonna dump my load inside you, Harrison. I’m gonna cum in your ass like I came in your girlfriend’s ass.”</p><p>Harrison closed his eyes and groaned. The thought disgusted and thrilled him at the same time.</p><p>“Is that what you want?” Art asked. “Do you want me to dump my load in your ass?”</p><p>“Yes,” Harrison answered.</p><p>“Look at the camera and say it,” Art demanded.</p><p>Harrison opened his eyes, looked back at camera lens and said, “I want you to dump your load in my ass.”</p><p>Art fucked him with great fury for a handful of seconds and then buried his cock in Harrison’s ass and unloaded. “Fuck…that feels so fucking good, bitch. Take my fucking load.” He pulled out and rubbed the head of his dick over Harrison’s gaping asshole. “I own this ass now, just like I own your girlfriend’s ass.”</p><p>Humiliation and lust washed over Harrison as he continued to stroke his cock.</p><p>“Stop jerking off, bitch,” Art demanded.</p><p>Harrison released his cock and unleashed a frustrated groan.</p><p>“Go home to your girlfriend,” Art said. “I want you to convince her to let you eat her pussy. I want you to push your tongue inside her as my cum leaks out of your asshole. When she gets close to her orgasm, I want you to use your finger to keep stimulating her clit while you use that talented tongue of yours to rim her ass, the ass that I fucked this afternoon. Do you understand me?”</p><p>Harrison sat up on his knees and nodded.</p><p>“Good. Now get your ass home and get to it. You can cum after you’ve rimmed her ass and tasted the remnants of my load leaking out of her. Do you understand?” Art said.</p><p>“I do,” Harrison replied.</p><p>Art flashed a confident smile. “Good. Then get the fuck out of here. I’ll text you when I want to use you again.”</p><p>Harrison stood, tried his best to hold his asshole closed to keep the cum from leaking out, got dressed, and left Art’s house to head home and convince Ally to let him eat her pussy. He knew he didn’t necessarily have to do what Art said – though there would certainly be consequences if he didn’t – but he wanted to. He’d already given up his dignity so he figured that there was nothing wrong with pursuing his pleasure.</p>