Cucked by my Bully at the New Year's Party: Part One

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Reluctant Arrival

Tony knew he was fucked the second Angie squeezed herself into that black dress. The thing was practically painted on, her tits straining against the fabric, the hem barely covering her ass, and every inch of her body on display for anyone with eyes. His cock twitched, traitorous as ever, just from the sight of her. She’d flashed him that porn star smile, lips glossy and wet, and asked if he’d take her to Kevin’s New Year’s Eve party. Of course, he’d agreed, because Tony was a spineless little bitch when it came to Angie. Now he was standing on the porch of some overcrowded house, bass rattling the windows, laughter and the stink of booze pouring out into the night, his palm slick with sweat in Angie’s grip, every part of him screaming to run the fuck away.

Angie squeezed his arm, her perfume thick and sweet, the kind of scent that made his cock ache. He shifted, trying to hide the bulge in his jeans, but it was hopeless. She pressed her tits against his arm as they shoved through the door, and Tony nearly groaned. Three weeks of blue balls, three weeks of her letting him paw at her tits over her clothes before she’d laugh and push his hand away. He kept telling himself he was being a gentleman, that she was special, but now, surrounded by a bunch of horny, drunk assholes, he just felt like a pathetic loser.

The living room was packed wall-to-wall with bodies. Red Solo cups littered every surface, and the air reeked of beer and sweat. Music pounded from speakers set up in the corners, some hip-hop track with a heavy beat that made the floor vibrate. People shouted over the noise, grinding against each other in what passed for dancing. Tony’s shoulders tensed as they navigated through the crowd, his hand still locked in Angie’s. She seemed excited, her eyes bright as she took in the scene, her hips swaying slightly to the music.

Then Tony saw him.

Kevin was by the keg, muscles bulging out of his shirt, laughing like he owned the place. Even in the shitty lighting, Tony could see the cocky grin, the same one from high school, the one that made Tony’s stomach drop and his cock twitch with that sick, humiliating heat. Dread and something filthy tangled in his gut, and his dick throbbed, traitor that it was.

The locker room.

The memory slammed into him without warning. He was seventeen again, skinny and awkward, standing at his locker after gym class. Most of the other guys had already left, but Kevin and his buddies had lingered, towels slung around their waists, their bodies still damp from the showers. Tony had tried to ignore them, yanking on his jeans as quickly as possible, but Kevin had noticed him.

“Yo, Tony,” Kevin had called out, swaggering over. “You always change so fast, man. What, you afraid someone’s gonna see that little dick of yours?”

Tony had turned red, muttered some bullshit about being late, but Kevin wasn’t done. He let his towel drop, his cock swinging between his legs, thick and heavy, still half-hard and glistening from the shower. Tony couldn’t help himself—his eyes locked onto it, the thing was fucking massive—and Kevin saw him staring.

“What, you checking me out, faggot?”

Before Tony could protest, Kevin had grabbed his cock and slapped him across the face with it. The wet smack echoed in the empty locker room, and Tony had stumbled back, his cheek stinging, his face burning with humiliation. Kevin’s friends had erupted in laughter, and Kevin had stood there grinning, his cock swaying obscenely.

“There you go, pencil dick. Now you know what a real man’s cock feels like.”

Tony had snatched up his bag and run, their laughter echoing after him. But what really fucked him up—the secret he’d never admit—was that later, alone in his room, he’d jerked his pathetic little cock to the memory of Kevin’s dick smacking his face. He’d shot his load harder than ever, shame burning through him the whole time.

“Tony? You okay?”

Angie’s voice snapped him back to the present. She was looking at him with concern, her hand still squeezing his. His face felt hot, and his cock was hard now, pressing painfully against his zipper. He nodded quickly, forcing a smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

But Kevin had seen them. His eyes locked on Tony across the room, and a slow, predatory grin spread across his face. He said something to Dylan, then started making his way through the crowd, his gaze never leaving Tony’s. Tony’s stomach clenched, and he wanted to pull Angie toward the door, to get out before this got worse, but his feet wouldn’t move.

Kevin reached them in seconds, and without a word, he elbowed Tony aside and pressed himself against Angie. His hands landed on her hips, his crotch grinding against her ass as he leaned in close to her ear.

“Hey, gorgeous. Didn’t know you were coming.”

Angie laughed, a little startled but not pulling away. “Kevin, hi! This is Tony, my boyfriend.”

Kevin barely glanced at Tony. “Yeah, I know Tony. We go way back.” His voice was loud, cutting through the music, and people nearby started turning to look. Kevin’s hands slid lower on Angie’s hips, pulling her tighter against him, and Tony saw the unmistakable bulge of Kevin’s cock pressing into her. “So, Tony, you finally got yourself a girlfriend? Gotta say, man, I’m surprised. How’d a guy with a pencil dick like yours land a babe like this?”

The words hit Tony like a kick in the balls. Laughter broke out around him, and his face burned red. Angie’s smile slipped, her eyes darting between the two of them, not quite getting the joke but already looking at Tony like he was something pathetic.

“Pencil dick?” someone echoed, grinning.

Kevin’s grin widened. “Oh, you didn’t tell her the story? Shit, Tony, that’s cold.” He turned to the growing crowd, his voice booming. “So back in high school, this guy was always sneaking looks in the locker room, right? And one day, I caught him staring at my cock. So I slapped him across the face with it. Bam!” Kevin mimed the motion, thrusting his hips forward. “Cock-slapped him right in front of everyone!”

The whole room exploded with laughter. People were howling, slapping each other, and someone yelled, “Holy shit, cock face!” The name spread like wildfire, everyone chanting it, and Tony just stood there, humiliated, his cock rock hard and throbbing in his jeans, praying nobody saw the bulge.

Angie’s eyes were wide, and then—God, no—she giggled. It was a small sound, almost involuntary, but it cut through Tony like a knife. She covered her mouth quickly, her cheeks pink, but the damage was done.

“That’s hilarious,” she said, breathless, still pressed up against Kevin. Tony watched, sick, as she melted into him, her hips grinding against the thick bulge in his jeans like she’d already forgotten Tony existed.

Kevin’s hands tightened on her waist. “Yeah, Tony’s a good sport. Aren’t you, cock face?”

Tony tried to speak, but nothing came out. People slapped his back, laughing, chanting “cock face” like it was the best joke ever. He wanted to vanish, to sink into the floor, but he just stood there, his cock straining against his jeans, face burning with shame and sick arousal.

Kevin leaned in closer to Angie, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered something Tony couldn’t hear. Angie’s breath hitched, and she bit her lip, her eyes flicking to Tony for just a moment before looking away. Kevin’s hand slid up her side, his thumb brushing the curve of her breast, and Tony’s cock jerked in his pants.

Dylan appeared at Tony’s side, pressing a shot glass into his hand. “Here, champ. You look like you need this.”

Tony downed the shot without thinking, the burn of the alcohol barely registering. Dylan chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Don’t worry, man. I’m sure Kevin’s gonna take good care of her.”

Tony couldn’t stop staring as Kevin’s big hands grabbed Angie, fingers digging into her ass and tits like he owned her. Jealousy twisted in his gut, but underneath it was something filthier, something that made his cock throb and his breath come faster. The night was slipping away from him, and some pathetic, perverted part of him wanted to see just how far it would go.

***

Tony had no idea how long he’d been standing by the keg, clutching his third beer, eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of Angie. She’d vanished—twenty minutes, maybe more—and Kevin was gone too. His stomach twisted with dread and something filthier, his cock straining against his jeans even as his chest tightened with panic. He tried to tell himself she was just in the bathroom, but when Dylan staggered by, grinning like an asshole, and said, “Dude, I think your girl went upstairs with Kevin,” Tony was already moving, his feet dragging him toward the stairs before his brain could catch up.

The second floor was dimmer, lit only by a few scattered lamps and the glow spilling up from the party below. The music was muffled here, replaced by other sounds—grunts, moans, the rhythmic creak of bedsprings. Tony’s heart hammered in his chest as he moved down the hallway, his palms sweating. Each closed door he passed seemed to pulse with sex, and he caught fragments of it: a woman’s high-pitched gasp, a man’s guttural groan, the wet slap of flesh on flesh.

His cock was rock hard, throbbing against his zipper, and he fucking hated himself for it. What kind of loser gets off on this? He should be pissed, should be ready to kick down doors and drag Angie out, but instead, he was walking around with a boner like some pervert. He stopped outside a door where the moans were loudest, breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Some girl inside was begging to be fucked harder, her voice raw, and Tony’s hand drifted to his crotch before he yanked it away, disgusted with himself.

The thought of Angie hit him then, sharp and bitter. Three weeks of dating, and she’d kept him at arm’s length. No blowjobs. No sex. She’d kissed him, sure, let him touch her over her clothes, but every time his hand had wandered too far, she’d gently redirected him. “I want to take things slow,” she’d said, smiling sweetly, and he’d told himself that was fine, that it meant something, that she wasn’t like other girls who put out on the first date.

But now, standing in a hallway full of strangers getting their brains fucked out, Tony wondered if Angie had ever wanted him at all. Maybe it was just his pencil dick, his pathetic, desperate-to-please attitude, that turned her off from the start. Maybe she’d just been waiting for a real man—someone like Kevin, with his fat cock and arrogant smirk—to come along and show her what she was missing.

Tony’s chest tightened, and he forced himself to keep moving. He had to know. He had to see.

The last door at the end of the hall was cracked open, a sliver of light spilling out. Tony crept closer, heart pounding, and the smell hit him—thick, musky, the stench of sex. It filled his nose, made his cock twitch, and he hated how much it turned him on. He could have turned back, could have pretended he didn’t know, but his body betrayed him, fingers curling around the door as he leaned in to watch.

He pushed it open just enough to see inside.

Angie was on her knees.

The sight knocked the breath out of him. Angie was on her knees, dress bunched up around her waist, hands clutching Kevin’s thick thighs. Kevin sat on the edge of the bed, pants and boxers around his ankles, his fat, veiny cock shoved deep into Angie’s mouth. Tony stared, frozen, as she gagged herself on it, her lips stretched wide around the shaft.

Tony’s brain short-circuited. Angie’s lips were stretched wide, cheeks hollowed as she sucked Kevin’s cock like her life depended on it. Her head bobbed, taking more of him with every stroke, wet, filthy noises filling the room. Spit dripped down her chin, splattering onto her tits, which bounced with every movement. She moaned around his cock, and Kevin’s hips jerked, shoving himself even deeper down her throat.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Kevin groaned, his hand tangling in Angie’s hair. He gripped her tight, guiding her movements, pulling her down onto his cock until she gagged. “Suck on that cock, babe—you don’t get this from that faggy boyfriend.”

Angie’s response was a muffled moan, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she gripped his thighs harder and pushed herself down further, her throat convulsing as she took him deeper. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed, and Tony could see the way her body trembled with arousal. One of her hands slipped down between her own legs, rubbing herself through her panties.

Tony’s cock throbbed, straining painfully against his jeans, vision swimming. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. All he could think about was Kevin’s cock slapping his face in the locker room, the humiliation, the shame—and now, here he was again, watching Kevin use his girlfriend like a fucktoy, his own body betraying him all over again.

Kevin’s hand tightened in Angie’s hair, and he thrust his hips forward, fucking her mouth with deep, deliberate strokes. “That’s it, take it all. Fuck, you’re such a good little cocksucker. Bet you’ve been dying for a real man’s dick, huh?”

Angie whimpered, one hand cupping Kevin’s balls, rolling them in her palm like she’d done it a thousand times. Her tongue flicked along the underside of his cock, and every time she pulled back, Tony could see her throat bulge as Kevin forced himself deeper. She was worshipping him, giving him everything Tony had begged for and never gotten, and the realization made his stomach twist with jealousy and sick, desperate arousal.

Kevin glanced toward the door, and for one heart-stopping moment, Tony thought he’d been caught. But Kevin’s eyes didn’t focus on the crack; instead, he grinned down at Angie and said, “Shit, I should send pencil dick a picture of this. Show him what his girl’s really like.”

Tony’s breath caught, and he pressed himself against the wall, his cock throbbing so hard it hurt. He should leave, should run the fuck away, but he couldn’t. He was frozen, trapped by his own pathetic, perverted need to watch.

Kevin’s breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking faster. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. You want it, babe? You want me to cover that pretty face?”

Angie pulled off his cock with a wet pop, gasping for air, her lips swollen and slick with spit. She nodded eagerly, her eyes glazed with lust. “Yes, fuck, give it to me.”

Kevin stood up, jerking his cock furiously, and Angie tilted her head back, mouth wide, tongue out, ready to be used. Tony stared, helpless, as Kevin’s abs clenched and thick streams of cum blasted across Angie’s face. The first shot splattered her forehead and nose, the next across her open mouth and chin, and she moaned, still fingering herself. Kevin kept stroking, painting her face and tits with cum until she was dripping, a filthy, cum-soaked mess.

“Fuck yeah,” Kevin groaned, his cock still twitching. He reached for his phone on the bed, and Tony’s stomach dropped. Kevin aimed the camera at Angie’s cum-covered face, and she smiled—actually fucking smiled—as he snapped the photo. “Gonna keep this one forever.”

Angie giggled breathlessly, wiping cum from her eyes. “You’re such an asshole.”

“Yeah, but you love it.”

Tony staggered back, hand clamped over his mouth to keep from moaning out loud. His cock throbbed, his whole body shaking, the image of Angie’s cum-soaked face burned into his brain. He turned and bolted down the hall, legs barely working, vision swimming. The party was just noise and bodies as he shoved his way downstairs and collapsed onto the couch, heart pounding, cock aching.

The room spun, music pounding in his head, but all Tony could see was Angie on her knees, Kevin’s cock buried in her mouth, her face dripping with cum. His hand found his crotch, pressing against the aching bulge, and he squeezed his eyes shut, hating himself, hating Kevin, hating the filthy, humiliating arousal that wouldn’t let him go.

The night wasn’t over. He knew that. And somehow, despite everything, he couldn’t bring himself to leave.