The following is a work of erotic fiction and is in no way meant to represent real people or events. It is completely written and owned by me, OfStarsAndDreams.
Contents: F, M/m, fetish, BDSM, blackmail, nonconsensual, degradation, verbal/situational humiliation, insults, raw/emotional, name calling, forced bi, bisexual, infidelity, clothed female nude male, ex-girlfriend, submission, psuedo-cuckold, oral (M/m, nonconsensual), non-consent, documentation without consent, threats, emotional abuse, emotional manipulation, psychological abuse, emotional sadism, gloves, lube, heels
Let's begin!
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"So I'm here, what do you want?" I wrapped my arms a little around myself, in part from nervousness and in part from the cold - this concrete block of a room, some sort of an abandoned warehouse or working facility, probably never had any sort of heating installed to begin with and sure as hell wasn't feeling super cozy now.
"No need to be so curt with me, you ungrateful ass. Aren't we old friends? Also, weren't you the one begging me to 'talk this out'?" She held up an envelope in one hand, teasingly waving it back and forth. My eyes could have burned a hole through the manila sheath. If my boss... no, if anyone found that information I would be toast.
She probably wasn't cold, I thought, my panicked thoughts wandering off without me, she was wearing gloves that reached almost to her shoulders, showing just a touch of soft creamy skin before it disappeared again under a tight dress that hugged her petite figure. It was tighter and shorter than she normally wore, probably for the sole purpose of taunting me. I hated to admit it, but it was working. Underneath that dress was a pair of crisp black tights that led down to a pair of slim ankle boots with sharp, tall heels. The kind that looked like they could do some damage if the wearer had the inclination.
"And who is this guy, anyway? I thought you were coming alone." I said, in a bit of a huff, trying to act like I had more spine than I actually did. He was a fair bit taller than me, and, even under his clothes it was obvious he was more fit for sure.
"Oh I changed my mind. I thought it would be stupid to come here by myself. What if you tried to pull something? I wanted someone who could protect me. You know, an actual man , unlike you." Before I had a chance to rebuke her, she continued. "He's my new boyfriend. Well, no, that's not really true. He's the guy that's fucking me. And oh god is he better at it than you were. You were like... soooo pathetic in the sack, really, the more I think about it. It like... barely did anything. And all those times you thought I actually came? Well, to be honest, dear... I totally faked it." She laughed, in an unpleasant, jeering way.
"Why... why are you doing this? Can't we just get this over with already?" I pleaded, a lump forming in the pit of my stomach and throat.
"Fuck, will you quit whining, you piece of shit? You know what I like about him? He doesn't get all simpering and whiny and pathetic like you do. Also, his dick is like, fucking huge . Unlike that tiny shriveled piece of rawhide between your legs. It's one of the best cocks I've ever seen. You want to see it?"
"What?! No! Why would I want to..." I didn't have a chance to finish though, before you cut me off.
"Show him your nice fat cock, babe. Show him why he's such a useless piece of trash."
To my horror, the man, without hesitating, whipped out his dick, just like that, slowly running his hand up and down the length of it, coaxing it into an erection. I felt ill, disgusted, and outraged.
But she was right. It was bigger than mine. A lot.
"Now it's your turn!" she said, laughing cruelly. "Show him what you got!"
"No way! That's insane! I don't want to do that."
A firm, stern frown painted her features. "I didn't. Fucking. ASK. What you wanted you pathetic waste of flesh, you idiotic, quibbling piece of filth ." She held up the envelope, nearly shoving it in my face, like scolding a dog. I could have grabbed it, but I was too numb to reach for it and then it was gone. I mentally chewed myself out for not being more proactive. "This envelope here says that you fucking do whatever I want, asshole. Take off your clothes. All of them . I want to remember exactly how much of a fucking piece of trash you are."
I felt like I wanted to throw up. But what choice did I have? I began to undo my clothes, pulling them off piece by piece. The cold wrapped around every bit of bare skin as it was exposed, bit by bit. That fucking man, whoever he was, was still fucking stroking it, too. God, it felt so gross. I wanted to take a hot shower. Or just curl up and die.
"The underwear too, idiot. Don't be a pussy," she said, before I'd even really had a chance to get to it. I begrudgingly took those off too, trying to shield my body from their eyes. There wasn't any use though, it's not like there was anywhere to hide. The cold had shrunk my dick even further, making it look even more laughable next to his. She was certainly proving her point.
"Oh don't act like this is so awful for you. You're such a little slut, a perverted little man whore. I bet you're loving this. I bet this is getting you sooo turned on, you gross little shit.