My ex-girlfriend, Abigale, has these migraines sometimes that totally wipe her out. She has special meds, has the situation worked out with her job so she can leave anytime without getting fired, doctors say there’s nothing that can be done except pain meds.
Usually, when she has them, the next couple days, even if the pain is gone, she’s pretty irritable. Well, one day, after one of her migraines, she was totally not irritable. In fact, she was really fucking happy. I asked what was different and she said that she had tried a different medicine and it apparently worked really well. I asked what the medication was but she was a little weird about it, but mentioned it was an injection or something.
This goes on for like, two months, and her migraines are even more spaced out, so it seemed like the medicine was working great. But one day she gets a migraine and it’s like it used to be where she was upset. I asked about the new meds and why she thinks it’s not working. She grumbled about not having them and I asked why not. Biggest mistake of my life. She snapped at me and told me the truth.
“It wasn’t meds, you fucking idiot. You had your beefcake friend, Jack, come get me back in March and when we got home, he fucked me on your side of the bed.”
I was shocked, hurt, dismayed, but worst of all, turned on.
See, Abigale is out of my league, but I’m one of those rare friendzoned friends who got out of the friendzone. Honestly, it was out of pity. Which I was okay with. I was always there for her and took care of her through her migraines, so, she eventually felt like she owed me. Her words.
She’s 5’,4” with 38F-28-40 measurements. Tattoos, piercings, raven hair, green eyes. She’s a goddess. In bed she’s a fucking machine and I can never last long if she’s doing the work. I don’t last long if I’m doing the work either, but I last a little bit longer.
My beefcake friend, Jack, she’s talking about is a work buddy of mine. Or he was. We didn’t work together anymore when this happened, but he helped me out in high school to be come more confidant. I’m 5’7” with an average build. If it weren’t for Jack, I wouldn’t have pulled off my great escape from the friendzone. Jack on the other hand, 6’6” of bulky muscle. That day that I’d called him to pick her up from work, I was stuck at my job, so I couldn’t go get her.
I thought he did me a solid, picking her up, come to find out, he fucked her.
“So, sex with Jack got rid of your migraine?” I roll my hips into my chair so that my erection doesn’t show. I’m only four and a half inches, so it doesn’t take much.
“Oh, yeah.” Abigale regards me with her jade eyes full of malice and disgust. “You want to hear about it?” She moves over to sit next to me on the couch. “You want to hear about how your stud friend has been fucking me like crazy the past two months?”
I gulp down the extra saliva pooling in my mouth. “I’d like to know how he helped your migraines go away. I just care about you feeling good, babe.”
She leans into my face, letting the heat of her words roll over my lips. “Oh, I felt really good.” She backs away and crosses her arms under her massive tits. She’s wearing a PJ shirt with no bra and her short PJ bottoms that barely cover her ass when she stands. “If you want to hear, you need to do three things.”
I’m primed to listen. She started this ‘If you want, then you need to do’ before we ever started dating. It’s like a Pavlovian trick at this point.
“First, you have to get naked. Second, you have to call Jack, get him on the phone, and tell him you need him to come over and fuck me, and you need to get him to agree. And lastly, you have to get on your knees, kiss my feet, and give me a foot rub from the floor. Do that, and I’ll tell you all about it.”
I already have my phone in my hand and I call Jack while I strip. He answers and I put him on speaker.
“Hey, bud. What’s up?”
“Hey, um… So, uh, Abigale had a migraine yesterday and she could use some help. I really need you to come over and fuck her. She told me that you’ve been her medicine as of late, and I really appreciate it. She’s been doing so much better since you started… um… you know, giving it to her. So, will you come over right away?” I glance at Abigale, her hard glare impossible to fully read but I think she’s not satisfied. “I’d be in your debt, buddy.”
“Fuck man. That’s really shitty. I’m sorry to hear she’s not feeling good. I’m at the gym. Let me wrap up here, I need to get at least this last chest set in and then my arms. I’ll grab a shower and head over.”
“No shower,” Abigale whispers.
“Would you skip the shower? I really need you as soon as you possibly can, bro. Again, I’d owe you big for coming over to fuck her like you have been. She’s been doing so much better.”
“Yeah. I’m actually at the gym close by to you, so I’ll be over in like thirty, forty minutes.”
“Okay. Thanks. See you soon.”
“Thanks, Kevy.” Again, another Pavlovian trigger, she only ever calls me Kevy when she says ‘Thanks, Kevy,’ after I’ve done something she’s asked for.
When I get on my knees and start giving her a foot rub, she launches into the story of how she started fucking Jack.
I remember sitting there stunned out of my mind. For all her edge and badass exterior, I know Abigale as a bit of a prude. Prude might be a little too much, but she never flirts with other guys. She even calls guys out for flirting with her since she’s done nothing to provoke it.
As she describes events, she was the one who brought up that sex can help with migraines hoping that Jack would take the hint, which he clearly did.
“On the car ride, I mentioned that sex is supposed to help but that you’re such a weak bitch that you’re of absolutely no fucking use to me.”
Again, very irritable the day after the migraine.
“I told him that you and I have sex all the time, but it doesn’t do anything since you have a tiny dick. He laughed about you being small all over and then just lowered his shorts to show me his cock. He asked if it’s big enough to help, and I said most definitely.”
“H-how big is he?” I asked.
“Oh, he’s big Kevin. Bigger than most porn stars. Let’s just say that I actually get to use my no-gag reflex with him. I sucked his cock all the way back to the apartments and when we got in the house he shredded me apart.” Her legs squeeze together. “Oh, Kevin. I was on fire and my migraine was gone he moment his big cock stretched my pussy. It was like my cunt finally knew it was going to be satisfied. He fucked me on the couch, on the kitchen counter, on the bed, in the shower, on the bed again. It was a fuck-fest the likes of which you would never be able to do.”
She goes over in detail how much better he is than me for several minutes while I rub her feet. When Jack get here, he unlocks the door and comes in. I didn’t give Jack a key, so clearly, she had.
Abby jumps to her feet and slides her shorts and panties off before taking her seat again and spreading her legs. “I’m already wet, baby. Please don’t tease me today. I really need you.”
Jack takes off his shirt, stained with sweat and throws it off to the side… It lands right on my fucking face. It’s super musky and smells like smoked wood and spices. Very manly, I have to admit. The part I don’t like is that my dick throbs smelling it. Not sure why it would do that.
Before I can take it off, Abby snaps, “Leave it! You don’t deserve to even watch this god at work.”
Jack moves me out of the way with a light nudge of his foot. “Watch out, bud.”
“Don’t call him bud,” she pleads. “I want to cuck him. He’s a wimpy little bitch that doesn’t deserve to bathe in my piss.”
Jack chuckles. “Feisty. I like that. Use those nails to hold on.”
She makes noises that I would have never dreamed of her making. Her moans turn into high pitched squeals and she pants like a dog. She begs for things, like, really begs. She’s super dominant with me— which I like, I’m not complaining about that. — But with Jack, she’s ultra-submissive.
“God, I love your sweat. I fucking— *Mubh-ubh!*”
I peek out from around Jack’s shirt, curious as to what’s making her sound like she’s flicking her finger between her lips.
Jack has her face pressed into his armpit and he’s rubbing her back and forth in his sweat.
My eyes drift to his cock slamming my girlfriend and I realize just how far apart we are.
Four to six inches matters, four to eight inches is a gigantic leap, but Jack… Oh, boy. He’s pulling out to where his thick, mushroom head is halfway out before drilling all the way back into her so I get a great view since I’m basically right under his ass. This thing has got to be over a foot long. Maybe even a foot and a half, and he’s thick! Like, my forearm thick. And he’s fucking her with the whole thing. Big long strokes of his cock, and he’s going way faster than I ever do except when I’m about to come and I go into what I’d call overdrive. He’s doing it like it’s second nature.
His balls swing back and forth and they’re big like the rest of him. Part of me is looking forward to seeing them scrunch up when he shoots his load. Will he glaze her face, her tits? Maybe even go in her mouth? That lit a fire in my ball that needed to be emptied.
I stroke myself, listening to them fuck. Jack like a bear, mauling his prey, Abby like a stuck pig, crying for its life. They are a great match physically. Both of them are prime specimens. If I could record this, the video would get hundreds of millions of views. People would go crazy for them.
Just as I’m going crazy and about to pop, Jack shoves her head back to the couch and steps on her face.
I bust and let out a moan.
“Lick his asshole, bitch,” Abby roars, her words muffled by Jack’s foot.
I lean forward and lick Jack’s asshole. A quick swipe so I don’t have to taste much, but enough that I can say I did it.
“Go get one of her dildos,” Jack orders. “Fuck, Abigale. You’re fucking cunt is burning up.”
He keeps talking and I’m worried about taking too long, but I don’t know about any dildos. “Um… Sorry, where are her dildos?”
“Shut it, cuck!” Abby kicks out at me but misses. “Fucking beta fuck. In my underwear drawer. Get the purple one.”
I run to our room and get the dildo, when I turn to come back to the living room, Jack enters with Abby on his cock.
“Sit at the foot of the bed.” Jack points to the edge of our queen. “Suck the dildo, then fuck yourself with it.”
I did as I was ordered, still having a hard time believing all this was happening. And I just laid at the edge of the bed while they fucked. Jack had her every which way. I came four more times, some of my most intense orgasms to that point, and then just dribbled cum as I kept fucking my ass with the dildo. I even had to take brakes since my arm hurt from the repetitive motion of fucking my ass. How Jack lasted so long, I’ll never know.
Abby screamed and begged for more, for him to never take his cock out, for him to cuck me, for him to breed her. When she started begging to be bred, Jack grunted his approval as he fucked her from behind. He rolled her to her side and straddled one of her thick thighs. Her other leg, he put to his chest, her heel on his shoulder, then he folds it back onto her ample chest, drilling her like a mad man.
Her words were muddled and mostly incoherent, but the main gist was that she’s in love with him, she wants his cum in her, she wants me to watch Jack dump his load, and she wants to have his kids.
Jack slams his cock into her, his balls tense and I watch the base of his cock shoot. One, two, three… 13,14…15…16 shots! I can barely shoot four or five!
“Ohh, yeah.” Jack smiles over his shoulder at me. “You like seeing me fuck your girl, bud?”
“Yeah.” I sigh, enamored by his fat cock as he pulls it from her.
He motions for me to come over with his head so I do. He points right at their joined genitals. “Catch my load, cuck-slut.”
He grips my hair and pulls me down so I’m basically under Abby’s ass and his balls. Abby rolls over to her back so that her leg lays across my chest.
“Fucking cuck, bitch. Here, uses this incase you fail at sucking up his load, too.”
She hands me my pillow and I place it under my head.
When Jack pulls his cock free, he lets it slop onto my face. His cum pours out of Abby like a broken faucet into my mouth. It’s salty but taste like he smells with a hint of orange. I get most of it, but some hits my face and drips down to my pillow.
“Both of you, come worship my cock and balls.”
Abby, even in her exhausted state, is faster than me to get to his cock.
“Thank you, Master. Thank you for your gift and your seed, Master.” She glares at me when I come up to him. “Suck his balls, cuck. Make sure to massage them so they can dump into me again.” She spits in my face and then goes back to sucking his cum soaked cock.
I blink cum and spit before going back to suck on Jack’s balls. His big, firm hand presses me deeper into his sack and his musky scent melts my brain. I’m starting to see why Abby is so crazy for it.
“I can tell you like being a little cuck, Kevin. You want me to make you into a sissy cuck?”
I don’t know, but a sharp elbow from Abby tells me the answer. “Um, yes, M-Master.”
“That’s what I thought you’d say.” He turns me around and flips me to my back, throws my legs up so my knees are in my shoulders and grins down at me as Abby lines up his cock with my little asshole. “I’ll turn you into a proper whore.”
He drilled me for a long time. I don’t want to go into detail because I’m kind of self-conscious about it because it was the first time I’ve ever been fucked by a man and it was… Well, it was really fucking great. I liked it. A lot. I was jizzing like crazy and I moaned his name while his hands gripped my hips, legs, shoulders, hair. He just, fucking dominated me in a way that Abby never could. I mean, I think that if Abby and I ever got into a serious fist fight, she would actually win, but it would be close, and one slip up and I might be the one coming out on top. But Jack? Yeah right! One hit from him and I’d wake up next week. Abby controlled me with sex, Jack controlled me with his hands and his dick. I’ve just never had that before or since.
At the end, I was forced to sleep on the floor while Jack and Abby cuddled in our bed. They gave me my cum soaked pillow. Besides Jack’s cum, Abby had also put it under me while Jack had me doggy style so I spurt all over it.
I was officially cucked and I ‘dated’ Abby for another few months, then she broke up with me and had me tell my family that I cheated on her with some guys online. The story was that I was catfishing as her, using the pictures of her that she trusted me with. While my dad got the short, I cheated on her version, my mom and two sisters got the catfishing version from her, so they still hate me for fucking up the relationship saying things like, ‘How could you do that to Abby?’ ‘She’s so out of your league and then you do this?’ and ‘I always knew you didn’t deserve a woman like her.’ That last one came from Mom. Ouch, trust me.
About a month later and I was completely pussy free. I couldn’t touch or lick. When she would dump Jack’s loads into my mouth, which wasn’t all the time, she loves eating his load, she would squat over me and dribble into my mouth. A month after that and they put me on the streets, literally whoring me out to men. Luckily, I haven’t been caught yet, but, it’s what I do now.
It’s been about four years since they turned me into their slave. I don’t even live with them anymore. I still see Jack once a week for payment, I give him all the money I’ve earned and then he gives me money for expenses and a little extra if I did really well. I see Abby from time to time. The worst is when they come to family events. My mom, because she loves Abby so much, kept inviting her to things and Abby kept refusing, but finally cracked when one of my sisters got married.
At the time, Sandra, my sister, was still so mad at me that she didn’t want me at the wedding, this was almost a year after the breakup, but my mom said that the hurt would pass and that she’ll eventually wish that I had been there. Then she suggested to keep me out of the way, to make me one of the staff, so I literally worked my big sister’s wedding as the coat rack guy. I got to see the ceremony from the second to last row. Not the last because Sandra would have seen me when she was walking down the isle. But Abby was there, as one of the bridesmaids… and her date was Jack.
Everyone loved him. The girls all gushed, the men all nodded with approval and respect.
My mother set up a ‘secret’ meeting where she told me I had to apologize for what I’d done to her. Abby said she wouldn’t accept anything less than me on my knees kissing her feet and my mom agreed that was reasonable. Of course, I did it. Apologized for something that never happened, and my dick throbbed painfully in my cock cage while the key sat comfortably on her wrist in the disguise of a charm bracelet. Mom told me later that I got off light, and that Abby was too kind to me.
After that, Abby came to all the family events. Weddings, house warming parties, family reunions. She was basically mom’s third daughter. Jack was always there too, a replacement son in my parent’s eyes.
I even heard my mother talking with Abby once about him, and I quote, “I’m so glad things happened the way they did. Not Kevin using your pictures, but that you left him and found Jack. He’s so much better for you, dear. You’re little one’s are just adorable.” Jack had gotten Abby pregnant with twins and there was already another one on the way. “And you just glow, hun. Pregnancy really suits you.”
“I’m really blessed to have met Jack. He just took my life by the horns and tamed it for me. With Kevin, everything was up in the air and wild, but Jack came in and set me straight.”
“As a true husband should. The good book says women are meant to be submissive to their husbands. I can tell you’re a good girl, Abby. I see how you let him lead. I’m very proud of you.”
“I just don’t understand why Kevin couldn’t ever do that. You raised him. What went wrong?”
“So many things, hun. It happens, on our way from heaven down to this sinful place, we get muddled up one way or the other and only some people can fix themselves. Kevin is weak as weak gets. He doesn’t have strength in his body, doesn’t have strength in his heart, doesn’t have strength in his mind. He’s smart but he’s not resilient. You know what I mean?”
“I do, Mom.” Yeah, my mom told Abby and Jack to call her mom.
“I just hope no other poor girl gets duped by him. I don’t think he should have children.”
So that was what my mom really thought of me. She still hugs and kisses me and babies me, but I know she’s glad I didn’t ruin Abby’s life.
I saw Abby today when I dropped off their groceries. She sat me down at the computer and told me to write all this. So there it is. How a former coworker took over my life and stole my dream girl, turning me into a cock addicted cum slut slave.
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