<p>Harrison looked at his phone and checked the number on the mailbox to make sure he was at the right place. 221 Westwood Lane. That was the address he’d found in his girlfriend’s maps app. That was the address she’d gone to the night before. It was the address she’d gone to numerous times before if her maps history was any indicator.</p><p>Harrison was absolutely certain that Ally was cheating on him. It wasn’t just that she’d gone to the same house numerous times. It was also that they’d stopped having sex nearly as often. It was that on some nights – the nights she visited 221 Westwood Lane – her panties were suspiciously dirty, as if she’d been on the receiving end of a rather vigorous fucking and couldn’t help but leak thick white juice into her underwear afterwards. It was that she seemed to do a lot more secretive texting than she’d done in the past.</p><p>All the signs were there, and Harrison was at 221 Westwood Lane to confront the man his girlfriend was cheating on and put an end to it. He was going to make it perfectly clear to whoever lived in the house that Ally had a boyfriend that loved her very much.</p><p>Harrison took a deep breath, got out of the car, and walked straight to the front door with long, purpose strides. He reached up and knocked loudly.</p><p>The door opened and a decidedly average-looking guy stood on the other side. He was a little shorter than Harrison, wore a pair of thick-rimmed glasses, and didn’t appear to possess a particularly appealing physique. Harrison wasn’t in great shape either, but he couldn’t quite wrap his head around the idea that his girlfriend was cheating with the guy standing in front of him.</p><p>“Hey,” the guy said. “Are you going to stand there and stare at me all day or are you going to tell me why you’re here?”</p><p>“Oh, uh, I, well, I’m here because I’m pretty sure you’re fucking my girlfriend,” Harrison said.</p><p>The guy smiled and said, “You’re Ally’s boyfriend?”</p><p>Harrison nodded.</p><p>“I’m Arthur, but most people call me Art. Come in, Harrison,” Art said.</p><p>Harrison was a little thrown by Art’s exceedingly calm demeanor and the fact that he knew his name. “You know my name?”</p><p>“Sure,” Art said as he stepped aside. “Ally talks about you sometimes.”</p><p>“She does?” Harrison asked as he entered the house. The moment the door shut he wondered why he’d gone inside. That hadn’t been part of the plan. He was just going to yell at the guy fucking his girlfriend, tell him to knock it off, and leave. Now he was standing in the foyer of a nice-but-underwhelming house and wondering what the fuck he was doing there.</p><p>Art laughed. “Yeah. Mostly she mentions you when she’s telling me how good my cock feels inside her. She talks about how I fuck her so much better than you do, about how I make her pussy feel so good and that you’ve never fucked her like I do. That sort of thing, you know.”</p><p>Harrison clenched his fists as the anger he’d felt in the car returned. “Fuck you, man,” he yelled. “Fuck you! You need to stop fucking my girlfriend. Last night was the last time. Do you understand?”</p><p>Art laughed again, further enraging Harrison. “You know, Ally was right about where you are last night. She was on her knees, though. My cock was in her throat. My hand was on the back of her head. I fucked her face before I fucked her pussy last night. She took every inch, too. I don’t know where she learned to deepthroat like that – I know your disappointing dick didn’t train her to swallow cock – but she’s damn good.”</p><p>Harrison glanced at the floor as if he was going to see his girlfriend on her knees with a cock in her throat. He silently cursed himself for taking even a moment to picture it and looked up at Art with fury in his eyes. “Fuck you, man. Seriously, fuck you. What the fuck is wrong with you?”</p><p>A menacing look came over Art’s face as he stepped closer and asked, “Isn’t that a question you should be asking yourself, Harrison? What’s wrong with you that drove your girlfriend to me? Why did she cheat with me in the first place? Why did she keep coming back after that first time? What have you failed to give her that she clearly needs?”</p><p>Harrison’s plan had completely gone awry. He hadn’t counted on Art fighting back. He figured the guy Ally was cheating with would feel bad about fucking someone else’s girlfriend, apologize, and vow not to fuck her again. Clearly, it had been foolish to hope for that particular outcome.</p><p>“Come with me,” Art said. Despite his better judgment, Harrison followed as Art turned and walked towards the living room. He stopped in front of the couch, looked at Harrison, and flashed a cocky smile. “Ally got on her hands and knees right here. She flipped up that cute little skirt she was wearing, pulled her panties aside, and begged me to fuck her. She begged for it, Harrison. Your girlfriend acted like a fucking whore and begged for my cock.”</p><p>“I don’t believe you,” Harrison said. He couldn’t imagine Ally begging anyone for their cock. That wasn’t her. That wasn’t the kind of girl she was.</p><p>“You know, whether you believe me or not doesn’t really matter, Harrison,” Art replied. “You mean nothing to me. You’re just a little bitch that can’t satisfy his girlfriend. I suppose I should be thankful – if you could actually fuck Ally like she wants she wouldn’t keep coming to me for good sex – but I’m not. I don’t give a fuck about you. You’re nothing but a worthless little bitch.”</p><p>Harrison felt rage. Pure, white hot rage. He reached out to violently push the man that had been fucking his girlfriend, but Art grabbed Harrison’s wrist, twisted until searing pain ran up his arm, and pulled Harrison’s hand behind his back. With surprising strength, Art bent Harrison over and pushed his head against the couch cushion.</p><p>“Don’t make me hurt you,” Art said. “It’s not my fault that Ally’s cheating on you, man. That’s your fault. Maybe it’s her fault. But it’s definitely not mine. If it wasn’t me fucking her, someone else would be.”</p><p>Harrison tried to fight against Art’s tight grip on his wrist, but the pain deepened. He was now at another man’s mercy and he’d never felt weaker. “I just don’t get it,” Harrison said. “I mean, it’s not like I’m terrible in bed. I’ve been with other girls. They’d cum when we’d have sex. Most of them said I was good.”</p><p>“They were probably lying,” Art said as he pulled hard on Harrison’s arm, sending him to his knees in front of the couch. “Turn around,” he demanded.</p><p>Harrison moved to stand up and Art grabbed a handful of his hair and pushed down hard enough to make it perfectly clear that Harrison wasn’t going anywhere until Art gave him permission. He took a deep breath and spun around on his knees.</p><p>“Look up at me,” Art said.</p><p>Harrison looked up at the man his girlfriend had been cheating with and saw a cocky smile on his face.</p><p>“I met Ally at a party I hosted two months ago. A good friend of mine knows your girlfriend and invited her. I knew right away that Ally wasn’t getting what she needed at home. You want to know how I knew?” Art asked.</p><p>“Fuck you,” Harrison replied.</p><p>Art slapped him across the face with such force that Harrison nearly toppled over. “I’ve had enough of your rudeness, Harrison,” he said. “Act like that again and I’ll beat your ass. Do you understand?”</p><p>Harrison felt a little fearful as he looked up at Art and nodded.</p><p>“Good. I’m not a cruel man, Harrison, but I’m not going to let a beta bitch like you behave like that towards me,” Art said.</p><p>“Beta bitch?” Harrison asked.</p><p>“Yes, Harrison. You’re a beta male. I’ve known you were a beta male since the first time I met your girlfriend. I could tell by the way she responded to me. It was like she was drawn to me. She wouldn’t have been like that if she were dating an alpha male. You see, a beta male can’t hope to please a girl like Ally. She needs more than simple, straightforward, boring sex. She needs to feel like someone else has taken control. She needs to be with an alpha male, Harrison,” Art explained.</p><p>“That’s not…it can’t…that’s not true,” Harrison said, but he could hear the complete lack of conviction in his voice.</p><p>“That first night, Ally ended up right where you are, Harrison,” Art said. “On her knees, looking up at me. She ended up there because it’s where I wanted her, just like you ended up there because it’s where I wanted you.”</p><p>Harrison knew Art wasn’t lying. Ally had been on her knees in Art’s living room. Of course she had. Whatever else had happened that night had clearly satisfied her, too, because she’d kept coming back. “What…what happened that night?” Harrison asked. He had to know. He had to understand why his girlfriend kept cheating on him.</p><p>Art smiled and unzipped his pants. “Why don’t I show you?” He reached into his fly and pulled out his cock. He wrapped his fingers around the long, flaccid shaft and stroked slowly. The cock grew to a genuinely impressive length and thickness before Art said, “Open your mouth.”</p><p>Harrison shook his head.</p><p>“That’s what she did at first,” Art said. “She fell to her knees voluntarily, but she hesitated when the moment came. She wanted it, though. I could see it in her eyes. I can see it in your eyes too, Harrison. You want to know what makes me so special. You want to know why your girlfriend can’t keep coming back. There’s only one way to find out, though. You need to do what she did. You need to open your mouth for me. You need to do it voluntarily, just like she did.”</p><p>Harrison opened his mouth.</p><p>“That’s good,” Art said as he stepped closer. “That’s just what your girlfriend did. She opened wide for me. She offered me her mouth because she understood that I could give her what you can’t.”</p><p>Harrison stared at the head of Art’s cock. His heart pounded. He felt a strange tingling sensation between his legs. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but it felt good.</p><p>“I’m going to put my cock in your mouth now,” Art said. He took a half step forward, placed the head of his cock against Harrison’s lower lip, and gently pushed it onto his tongue. “Now close your lips around my cock just like Ally did.”</p><p>Harrison did as instructed. His heart beat harder. His cock came alive in a deeply pleasurable way.</p><p>Art put a hand on the back of Harrison’s head and said, “Now use your tongue to make me feel good. Don’t move your mouth yet, though. Just your tongue. Lick the head of my cock.”</p><p>Harrison followed Art’s instructions and licked the head of the big cock that rested between his lips. Lust swirled throughout his body. He felt a little lightheaded, but in the best way possible.</p><p>“Now I’m going to fuck your mouth,” Art said. “Gently, though. I don’t want you to choke. I’m just going to move my cock in and out of your mouth while you keep using your tongue like that.”</p><p>Harrison’s tongue kept moving as Art slowly fucked his mouth, just as he’d described he would. He pulled back until the very tip of his cock remained between Harrison’s lips and then pushed forward at a slow pace until Harrison couldn’t take anymore. It was all very gentle, and for some reason Harrison found it deeply pleasurable to be on the receiving end.</p><p>“That’s good,” Art said. “You have more in common with your girlfriend than you probably know. She was being good just like you are. She felt good just like I’m fairly certain you feel. She liked being on her knees in front of an alpha male. She liked having my cock in her mouth. She liked surrendering control of her mouth to me. She liked that I used her for my pleasure. It turned her on. It made her feel good.”</p><p>Art pulled out and held the shiny, spit-soaked head of his cock a few inches from Harrison’s mouth. He leaned forward to suck it once more but Art put a hand on the top of his head and held him in place.</p><p>“Does it make you feel good to have my cock in your mouth, Harrison?” Art asked.</p><p>Harrison looked up at him. His heart pounded so hard he thought he might pass out. “Yes,” he admitted.</p><p>Art smiled and slid his cock back into Harrison’s eager mouth. He reached down, put a hand on the back of Harrison’s head and began to fuck his face once more. He moved a little faster, though he refrained from going deep enough to make Harrison gag, which he was grateful for.</p><p>“That’s it,” Art said. “Surrender your mouth to me. Let me use you for my pleasure, Harrison. Be the beta male that we both know you are.”</p><p>Harrison’s only response was to work his tongue and try and suck on Art’s cock when he pulled out. He wanted to do whatever he could to offer the alpha male pleasure.</p><p>“Ally has surrendered her body to me, Harrison,” Art said. “I took her mouth that first night, but I’ve since taken her pussy and ass. I take what I crave from her and she gives it willingly. She experiences bliss when I fuck her. She experiences orgasms unlike any you’ve ever given her. She experiences what it’s like to be with a true alpha male. That’s why she keeps coming back. She wants what you’re experiencing right now. She wants to feel that sense of happiness at the notion of making me feel good. She needs it, Harrison, and I think you understand why. Don’t you?”</p><p>Art pulled out and Harrison nodded. His cock was so hard it hurt. He couldn’t explain why he felt the way he felt, but there was no question he felt a pure, powerful kind of arousal.</p><p>“I’m going to keep fucking your girlfriend,” Art said as he stroked his cock faster. “I’m going to keep using her mouth, her pussy, and her ass for my pleasure. I’m going to keep making her cum like she craves. Do you understand?”</p><p>“Yes,” Harrison said as he stared at the throbbing head of Art’s cock.</p><p>“Open your mouth,” Art said. “I’m going to cum.”</p><p>Harrison opened his mouth without question. Art stroked his cock faster. The slippery sounds filled Harrison’s ears. The head of Art’s cock swelled up and Harrison closed his eyes. A moment later Art groaned and a thick rope of cum splashed across Harrison’s face. A dozen more followed, coating Harrison in another man’s semen. Some landed on his tongue and he swallowed it without hesitation. His cock continued to throb in his pants.</p><p>“Open your eyes,” Art said.</p><p>Harrison opened his eyes to see Art holding his phone. The flash went off as he snapped a series of pictures.</p><p>“I’m going to fuck your girlfriend again tomorrow,” Art said. “When she’s on her way over, I’m going to text you. I want you to follow and wait outside. Park down the street so she doesn’t see your car. When she leaves, I’ll text you and you’ll come to me. You’ll offer yourself to me like she did and I’ll do as I please with you. If you fail to do as I desire, I’ll send these pictures to Ally and you can say goodbye to your relationship and any sense of dignity you might have had. Do you understand?”</p><p>“Yes,” Harrison said. The threat wasn’t necessary, though. He would have done as Art desired without it.</p><p>“Good,” Art said. “Get up and get out of my house. Keep my cum on your face, though. If you’re going to masturbate, make sure you drive out my neighborhood before you do. I don’t want you getting arrested wanking outside my house. Do you understand?”</p><p>“Yes,” Harrison replied as he stood. He made sure he had his keys and headed out of the house. He looked around to make sure no one was on the street to see him running towards his car with cum on his face and then took off. He started the car, pulled up his maps app to find somewhere he could park and masturbate, and took off.</p>