I sat on my loveseat trying to watch the movie, ignoring my girlfriend Abigail’s mouth bobbing up and down on my alpha male friend, Brandon, beside me. It was distracting because he would slingshot his smelly sweat socks, boxers, and even her panties at me to get my attention. I held my ground though, I ignored it.

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Well, as much as I could. Brandon got tired of my lack of attention and got up, dragged my girl to me, made her sit on my face, then fucked her doggy style. His big fat hog would smother my face, and man was it sweaty. It was bad enough that he was the size of a football player, but his cock was girthy too, with big balls to match it. My girlfriend’s once tight hole being mauled by the big cock bully, who would take time to smack me on the cheeks when I tried to squirm out of this torture. When they came, it was Brandon’s cum that doused my face, more so than Abigail’s. After taking a picture of his cum oozing down my face, Brandon posted it on his social media accounts, instantly converting me to the laughing-stock of our inner circle.

My torment began with Barry, a friend of Brandon’s, if you can call him that. Anytime Barry would meet a woman and date her, she’d eventually leave him for Brandon. Brandon wasn’t looking for romance, he just loved to sport-fuck. He had a huge cock and a high sex drive, which was surprising for such a chubby guy. Brandon loved humiliating Barry by fucking any and all women the repeated cuckold introduced him to.

Barry got tired of it, and when he met Annette – whom he referred to as ‘the girl of his dreams’ – he manipulated Brandon into targeting me instead of him. Knowing that I had the hottest woman in the neighborhood, Barry convinced Brandon that if he fucked Abigail, he’d really be the man. After all, she and I were rich, popular, and best of all, I was the only guy Abigail had ever been with, sexually. Since she was taken, it made his potential conquest of her all the better. I had to admit, Barry sold this adventure to Brandon in such a way that there was no way he couldn’t say no.

That summer, anytime my girlfriend and I would attend picnics with our friends, I’d catch Abigail cuddled up with Brandon. I’d take a leak behind a tree at the cottage and see them embraced in the woods. I’d go into a cafe and see her sitting on his lap on a couch. I even noticed they sat right beside each other whenever we all went to the movies. There would always be wet sucking sounds coming from their direction when they moved away from the group when the lights went out.

I knew what was happening. He was turning me into the new Barry. I asked Brandon to back off, but the big cock bully just smiled, pie-faced me to the ground, and told me to “stay out of his way,” laughing my request off.

I began drinking excessively, and one particular night, during at a party at Brandon’s house, I drank so much that no one wanted to be seen with me. My girlfriend was at Brandon’s side the entire time, and I pretended not to hear my friends ask him if he had fucked Abigail yet.

That night, I ended up passing out on Brandon’s couch, and when I woke up to pee, the party was over. I stumbled to the bathroom, peed, and heard a commotion from the next room. Afterward, I peeked in the doorway and saw the big cock bully on his bed wearing only a t-shirt. My naked girlfriend rode him like a rodeo. His big catcher’s glove-sized hands squeezed her double-D tits, sliding down to her firm hips. Her fingers were tangled in his hair as she bounced up and down on his monster dick. Brandon glanced my way, and instead of stopping, he smiled, gave me a thumbs-up, smiled, then went back to work on pulverizing my girlfriend’s tight wet hole.

I let myself out that night. Abigail texted me an hour after that and said Brandon had caught me masturbating watching them together. I immediately texted back and told her that wasn’t true, that I had just caught them fucking before leaving. This made no difference to Abigail though. She didn’t ask why I didn’t stop her from riding Brandon’s big dick. She didn’t ask me how I felt about it. She simply told me she was Brandon’s girl now.

After that, when they were out together as part of our large circle of friends, I found it surprising that Brandon and Abigail had no insecurities about kissing in front of me. I drank more and more as Abigail and Brandon became the neighborhood gossip. I had become even more of a laughing-stock for allowing my girlfriend to slip through my fingers.

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In a desperate attempt to salvage my reputation, I told anyone who would listen that I was completely fine with Brandon fucking my now ex-girlfriend, that I didn’t care, not that my rant of denial made a difference on anyone’s opinion of me. My circle of friends became smaller as the days passed. No one wanted to be friends with a guy who lets his girlfriend fuck one of his buddies – it made me look spineless. Over time, people I used to call my friends didn’t want to be seen with such a sissy cuckold. The only guy who ended up giving me the time of day was Barry, who felt guilty about how he had moved the pieces in place to destroy my relationship. One could argue that it was Barry that had turned me into a sissy cuckold, more so than my big-dick buddy and my girlfriend.

I had an opportunity to bring things full-circle, though. It wasn’t long before Barry decided to propose to his girlfriend. I convinced Brandon that fucking Annette would be a good move for him. He was way ahead of me, revealing that he had already contemplated it, but considered her easy pickings. At this point, Brandon had proved that he could get any woman he wanted to. He decided to back off Barry now that he was going to marry that girl, and said it was even more of a turn on knowing that if he wanted to, he could steal Barry’s girl away from him anytime he wanted, even after she became his wife. Also, Brandon considered Abigail the ultimate prize – she was at the top of the food chain, as far as chicks were concerned.

Brandon was trying to present himself as someone who matured by calling Barry’s girlfriend “just another pussy to ruin,” but to me, it was the nail in the coffin of my relationship. I had assumed that Brandon would tire of Abigail at some point and move onto another girl, but he wasn’t wrong in describing Abigail’s status. She was hot, rich, and devoted to him. Why would he give that up? I thought it was peculiar that Brandon sent me a text later that night.

“On second thought,” Brandon’s message to me read. “You just gave me a great idea. Thanks, buddy.” I texted him back asking him to elaborate, but I didn’t hear back from the big guy after that.

As a last-ditch effort, I decided to tell Abigail everything Brandon had said to me about both he and Annette. To my horror, instead of being offended, she ended up being even more turned on by the big guy. I had basically squashed any insecurities she had about being nothing more than a notch on his belt. My tattle-tailing ended up enhancing the relationship between my girlfriend and my big-cock friend.

Barry somehow caught wind of me trying to get Brandon to steal his fiancée away from him and confronted me about it. Laughing at my failure, I was the one laughing on the inside – Barry’s gloating suggested that he was worried such a scenario was possible. I inadvertently squashed his own insecurities, also. This made me realize that Annette was the key here – I hadn’t considered her perspective. If Barry was worried he would lose another girl to Brandon, it was probably going to be a two-way street. If my suspicions were confirmed, all I had to do was stimulate her into flirting with the big guy. Brandon wasn’t going to say no to a girl throwing herself at him. Besides, nailing a bride-to-be would be an even bigger achievement for the big cock bully. If Brandon cheated on Abigail, I would be there for her and hopefully win her back. How could she not come running back to me after realizing she chose lust over love?

I knocked on Annette’s door the next day, and sure enough, guess who opened the door? Brandon. I smiled to myself thinking I had my big cock friend right where I wanted him. Brandon smirked at me and asked what I was doing there. Before I could reply, Annette walked over to Brandon and embraced his right side. Brandon put his arm around her shoulder as she asked what I wanted. I wasn’t sure what to say at that point, as I didn’t expect Brandon to be there. I couldn’t help but notice that Annette’s finger was no longer sporting an engagement ring.

The last thing I expected to see was Abigail walking up to the two of them and embracing Brandon’s left side. Brandon put his other arm around her as well. He gave me a shit-eating grin as if to show off his trophies. I closed my eyes, turned around, and walked away. This was a fight I wasn’t going to win. No boyfriend was safe the big cock bully.

Walking back home, I couldn’t help but feel like Barry and I were marionettes being pulled by strings hung from Brandon’s big cock. He and I were selfishly pitted against each other by someone we had in common – the big cock bully disguised as a friend. Our cuckold humiliation was the secret to his success in taking our women.

END