His New Girlfriend
By SmutWriterAI.
[google-translator]
Mid-push, the door rattled and swung open with a casual shove. There stood my girlfriend’s brother, maybe 20, smirking like he’d won a bet. His eyes dropped straight to my lap, locking on my soft little dick. It was shriveled from the chill and effort, just an inch of wrinkled foreskin hiding the pink tip, my hairless sack looking like a deflated balloon underneath. On my 6’2″ frame, it was pathetic, newborn-small, and utterly unmanly. He burst into giggles, high-pitched and mocking, covering his mouth but not looking away.
“Get the fuck out!” I roared, my face burning hot. I tried to curl forward, hands fumbling to cover my tiny dick and balls, but I couldn’t stand, not with the turd half-out, pinning me to the toilet. My heart pounded with rage and shame, the smell of my shit filling the tiny space, making everything worse. “This isn’t funny, you asshole! Close the door!”
He didn’t budge, squirming in the doorway, his laughter bubbling up again as he craned his neck for a better view. I swatted at the air, but he dodged, peeking around my hands.
“Dude, is that it? It’s like a baby worm!” he said, his voice cracked with glee, eyes wide on my exposed junk.
I felt my stomach twist, not just from the poo, but from the humiliation sinking in, my dick twitching uselessly under his stare.
“I’ll tell your sister! You’ll be in deep shit—literally! Get out now!” I bellowed, voice echoing off the tiles.
Finally, he backed off, pulling the door almost shut, but left a crack wide enough to spy through. His giggles filtered in, and I caught glimpses of his face pressed close, still fixated on my pathetic little penis. I flushed with anger, wiping sweat from my brow, but the exposure burned deeper than any physical pain. Why wouldn’t he leave? My body felt heavy, trapped, my tiny dick shrinking even more under the scrutiny.
Then, rustling outside, clothes hitting the floor. The door flew open again, and there he was, buck naked, his body lean and cocky. He arched his back, thrusting his pelvis forward, and started wiggling his hips. His soft cock swung like a pendulum—seven inches long, thick as a bratwurst, veins faint but prominent even flaccid. It dwarfed mine completely, slapping against his thigh with each shake, balls heavy and low.
He laughed harder, pointing at it then at me. “Look at this, big guy. Bet yours never does that!”
Humiliation flooded me, hot and choking. His massive soft dick was bigger than my hardest ever—three inches on a good day—and he flaunted it like a weapon. I finished shitting in a rush, wiping frantically, then lunged off the toilet, pants around my ankles tripping me.
“You fucking asshole,” I growled, reaching to grab his arm and shove him out.
He sidestepped easy, then his fist cracked against my jaw—sharp pain exploding in my skull. I staggered back, crashing into the sink, my vision blurring. Before I could recover, he was on me, shoving me down to my knees on the cold tile floor. His hand gripped my hair, yanking my head back, forcing me to look up at his grinning face.
“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere. Time to show you what a real man’s got,” he said.
I gasped, tasting blood, my body heavy and uncooperative against his surprising strength. He pressed his hips forward, that thick, soft cock inches from my face, the musky scent hitting me—sweat and skin, overpowering the bathroom stink.
“Open up, tiny dick. Suck it like the bitch you are.”
Rage boiled in my chest, but fear mixed in, my own little penis stirring traitorously against my thigh, still hidden and small. I tried to twist away, mumbling protests, but he slapped my cheek lightly, then harder, the sting making my eyes water.
His voice dropped low, commanding, and something in me cracked. “Do it, or I’ll make sure everyone knows about your babydick.”
Trembling, I parted my lips, and he shoved in—his soft length filling my mouth instantly, stretching my jaw. It tasted salty, warm, growing harder as he thrust shallowly, giggling, turning to grunts.
“Yeah, that’s right. Choke on a real dick. Yours is a joke.”
Tears pricked my eyes from the humiliation, my mind screaming denial even as my tongue pressed against the veiny underside. He rocked faster, hand tight in my hair, forcing deeper until I gagged, spit dripping down my chin. My knees ached on the tile, body exposed and vulnerable, pants still tangled at my feet. He pulled out suddenly, his cock now semi-hard and even bigger, slapping my face wetly.
“Turn around. Ass up. I’m gonna fuck that hole and make you mine.”
I hesitated, heart racing with a mix of fury and unwanted thrill, but he yanked me roughly, flipping me onto all fours. The tile bit into my palms, my tiny cock dangling uselessly between my legs as he kicked them wider. His fingers probed my ass, rough and unyielding, no lube, just spit from his mouth, hitting the spot. Pain and shame twisted in my gut, but I didn’t fight. I couldn’t, not with his weight pinning me. He lined up, the fat head pressing in, stretching me brutally as he pushed forward.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Bet no one’s ever claimed this before,” he groaned, slamming deeper in one go.
I cried out, the burn intense, his thickness splitting me open while my own pathetic dick leaked a drop onto the floor. He pounded relentlessly, skin slapping skin, each thrust a reminder of his dominance, my submission. Emotions swirled, rage at the violation, shame at my body’s response, a dark heat building despite it all. He gripped my hips, nails digging in, whispering taunts about my smallness, his huge cock owning me completely.
His thrusts grew erratic, that massive cock stretching my ass to its limits, every inch of him buried deep inside me. I could feel the burn fading into a twisted ache, my body betraying me with sparks of unwanted pleasure amid the rage. But then he yanked out abruptly, the sudden emptiness making me gasp, my asshole clenching around nothing. Spit and pre-cum dripped down my thighs, mixing with the sweat on the tile floor. Before I could catch my breath, he grabbed my arm, hauling me up like I weighed nothing. My 245 pounds were no match for his feral strength.
“Not done yet, tiny,” he sneered, his voice laced with that mocking giggle.
He spun me around and shoved me hard against the cracked bathroom wall, the old plaster crumbling slightly under the impact. My cheek pressed into the cool, gritty surface, my hands splaying out for balance as pain shot through my shoulder. The wall was rough, flakes of paint sticking to my skin, and the smell of mildew hit me stronger here, mingling with the sharp tang of our sweat and the lingering shit odor from the toilet. I was trapped, pants still bunched at my ankles, my tiny soft dick jiggling uselessly between my legs, exposed and pathetic.
He laughed cruelly, the sound echoing off the tiles like a slap to my soul. His body pressed flush against my back, hot and unyielding, his chest heaving against my spine. I felt his huge cock first—rock-hard now, easily nine inches and throbbing—sliding up between my ass cheeks, teasing the raw entrance he’d just ravaged. But then he reached around, his hand rough as he gripped my hip and yanked me back just enough to align us. He ground forward, pressing that monstrous dick right against my shriveled little dick, the size difference humiliating in its starkness.
My inch-long nub, soft and hidden in its foreskin, felt like a joke mashed against his veiny beast. His cockhead dwarfed mine completely, the heat of it radiating through my skin, making my tiny prick twitch involuntarily.
“Feel that? Yours is like a fucking clit next to this,” he whispered hotly in my ear, his breath stinking of dinner and dominance.
He rocked his hips, rubbing them together mockingly, his thickness smothering my pathetic length, the friction sending a shameful jolt through me. I hated how my body responded, a drop of pre-cum leaking from my pink little hole, smearing between us. Shame burned in my chest, hot tears pricking my eyes—how could I, a grown man twice his size, be reduced to this? My pride cracked further, emotions swirling: fury at his invasion, disgust at my arousal, a deep, aching vulnerability that made me want to disappear.
“Please… stop,” I muttered, voice breaking, but it came out weak, more plea than command.
He just chuckled, low and vicious, his free hand pinning my wrist above my head against the wall. Without mercy, he shifted, the fat head of his cock nudging my tight asshole again. No prep, no gentleness, just a brutal shove, and he slammed inside me in one vicious thrust. Pain exploded, white-hot and tearing, my ass clenching desperately around his girth as he buried himself to the hilt. I cried out, the sound raw and guttural, echoing in the small space.
“Fuck! It hurts. Get off me!” I yelled.
He didn’t. Instead, he gripped my other hip, nails digging into my flesh hard enough to bruise, and started fucking me hard, each pound slamming me against the wall. His balls slapped against mine with wet smacks, the rhythm urgent and unforgiving, his huge cock pistoning in and out, stretching my asshole wider with every brutal drive. The pain mixed with shame, twisting into something darker. My body rocking with his force, my tiny dick bouncing uselessly, untouched and ignored. I could feel every ridge, every vein dragging against my inner walls, the burn turning to a full, invasive fullness that made my knees buckle.
“Shut up and take it, bitch,” he growled, his voice thick with lust and triumph.
He leaned in closer, teeth grazing my neck as he bit down, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to mark, to claim.
“Your little babydick doesn’t deserve pussy. This is what you’re good for… My personal hole.”
His words sliced deep, humiliation flooding me anew, tears spilling down my face to mix with the sweat. I sobbed, the sound muffled against the wall, my mind reeling from the violation. Yet beneath the agony, a forbidden heat built, my prostate throbbing under his assault, unwanted pleasure coiling tight in my gut.
He pounded faster, hips snapping with raw power, the cracked wall vibrating with each impact. His hand slid from my hip to wrap around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my vision spot, controlling my breath as he dominated every inch of me. My broken pride shattered further. I was his now, exposed and owned, my hairless sack tightening as his cock hit that spot relentlessly.
Emotions crashed over me: the rage at being caught mid-shit, the embarrassment of my tiny dick on display, the soul-crushing submission as he used me like a toy.
“Yeah, cry for me,” he taunted, his giggles returning between grunts. “Bet my sister would laugh too if she saw this pathetic shit.”
I whimpered, body trembling, the pain sharpening the shame into something intoxicatingly raw. His thrusts grew erratic again, his cock swelling inside me, promising release. But not for me, not yet. He was breaking me piece by piece, and deep down, a part of me wondered how much more I could take before I begged for it.
My breaths came out ragged, each one a desperate gasp against the crumbling wall, my body shaking from the relentless assault. I tried to resist, twisting my hips in a futile attempt to throw him off, my muscles straining under his weight. But he was faster, stronger—his hand shot up like a vice, grabbing both my wrists in one iron grip and yanking them high above my head.
He pinned them there firmly against the gritty plaster, the rough texture scraping my skin raw as he stretched me out, exposing every inch of my vulnerable frame. My arms burned from the pull, my shoulders aching, but I couldn’t budge. I was splayed open, pants tangled at my ankles, my tiny soft cock flopping limply between my thighs, a pathetic reminder of my inadequacy.
“Trying to fight now, big guy?” he mocked, his voice a low rumble right in my ear, that infuriating giggle bubbling up again.
His naked body pressed harder against my back, sweat-slick skin sliding over mine, the heat of him overwhelming. I could smell him—musky sweat mixed with the faint soap from earlier, overpowering the stale bathroom stench. His free hand dug into my hip, fingers bruising as he held me steady.
Without warning, he slammed his thick cock back inside my sore, tight asshole, the fat head breaching me with a brutal pop that made stars explode behind my eyes. Pain lanced through me, sharp and unrelenting, my hole clenching desperately around his girth as he buried every veiny inch deep.
I cried out, the sound hoarse and broken, echoing off the tiled walls. “Fuck, stop, please! It hurts too much!”
But my pleas only fueled him, his hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm, slamming into me relentlessly. Each thrust stretched my ass wider, the burn intensifying as his cock dragged against my raw walls, filling me. His balls slapped against my wrinkly, hairless sack with wet, obscene smacks, the impact jolting my tiny dick, making it twitch uselessly. I felt so small, so exposed—my one-inch nub shriveled and hidden in its foreskin, dwarfed by the monster pistoning inside me. Shame flooded my chest, hot and choking, mixing with the agony; how had I ended up like this, bent over in my girlfriend’s bathroom, mid-shit interrupted and now violated by her little brother?
My ragged breaths mixed with sobs, pain, and shame twisted together in my gut like a knife. Every drive of his cock hit deep, grinding against my prostate, sending unwanted sparks of pleasure through the haze of hurt. I hated it—hated how my body betrayed me, my asshole loosening just enough to take him easier, a slick mix of his pre-cum and my own reluctant response easing the friction.
Tears streamed down my face, soaking the wall, my mind reeling from the humiliation. He was giggling again, breath hot on my neck, his teeth nipping at my earlobe as he fucked me harder.
“Look at you, crying like a bitch. Your babydick’s leaking. I bet it wishes it could do this.”
His words sliced deep, amplifying the size difference, my pathetic prick rubbing against the cool air while his thick shaft owned me from behind.
Emotions crashed over me in waves: rage at his invasion, the memory of him bursting in naked and wiggling that huge soft cock at me while I sat exposed on the toilet; disgust at my own arousal, the way my ass clenched around him now, greedy despite the pain; and a profound, soul-deep shame that made my stomach churn.
I was a 6-foot-2 giant, 245 pounds of muscle gone soft, reduced to his plaything. His dominance was absolute, his body overpowering mine effortlessly, forcing me to submit. I whimpered, breaths hitching, trying to twist away again, but his grip on my wrists only tightened, pinning me firmer, my arms numb from the strain.
He grunted with each slam, his pace frantic now, cock swelling thicker inside me, veins pulsing against my stretched walls. The bathroom spun in my vision—mildew-stained tiles blurring, the toilet mocking me from the corner with its unfinished business. Suddenly, he pulled out with a wet schlop, the emptiness agonizing, my sore hole gaping and twitching around nothing.
I gasped, relief and loss warring inside me, but before I could process it, he spun me halfway around, still holding my wrists high. His hand pumped his slick cock furiously right in front of my face, the head purple and angry, pre-cum beading at the slit.
“Open wide, tiny,” he snarled, but instead of my mouth, he aimed lower. With a guttural groan, he sprayed his hot jizz deep inside my asshole, the first thick rope shooting straight into my raw entrance as he shoved the head back in just enough to mark me.
Jet after jet pulsed out, flooding my insides with his sticky seed, the warmth spreading like fire, dripping down my crack and thighs. It burned, the sensation intimate and violating, his cum claiming every inch of my broken asshole. I shuddered, a sob escaping as the fullness returned, shame peaking, marked inside, owned completely.
He laughed cruelly, the sound vicious and triumphant, releasing my wrists only to grab my face roughly. He pressed his forehead to mine, eyes locking onto my tear-streaked ones, his breath ragged and hot. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my lips, salty and bitter.
“You’re mine now, broken little bitch,” he whispered, voice dripping with dominance, his softening cock still twitching against my ass, jizz leaking out around it.
I trembled, body spent and aching, emotions raw: the humiliation of my tiny, useless dick exposed and ignored, the pain throbbing in my wrecked hole, a twisted submission settling in my core. Part of me wanted to fight, to shove him away and run, but another part, dark and unspoken, wondered what he’d do next, how much further he’d push me into this abyss.
His words hung in the air like a noose, tightening around my throat as I stood there, body quivering from the aftershocks of his release. Semen leaked from my sore asshole, a warm, sticky trail sliding down my inner thighs, mixing with the sweat and grime of the bathroom floor. I wanted to collapse, to curl into myself and hide from the shame burning through me, but he wasn’t done.
With a rough yank, he pulled me up straight, his fingers digging into my shoulders like claws, forcing me to stand naked and exposed. My pants were still bunched at my ankles, tripping me slightly as I wobbled on unsteady legs, my 6-foot-2 frame towering over him physically but feeling so small, so utterly diminished.
The cool air hit my skin, raising goosebumps, and I crossed my arms instinctively over my chest, trying to shield my tiny, soft dick from his gaze. But he batted my hands away with a smirk, stepping back just enough to appraise me fully.
“There we go, stand tall for me, big man,” he taunted, that giggle edging his voice again, low and mocking.
I trembled, every muscle aching from the pinning against the wall, my wrists throbbing where he’d held them. My hairless genitals dangled pathetically between my legs—the one-inch nub shriveled tight in its foreskin, the pink pee hole barely visible, perched above my wrinkly, empty sack like a joke. Jizz dripped audibly onto the tiles, a humiliating reminder of how he’d filled me, claimed me.
A deep, gnawing embarrassment that made my face flush hot, knowing my girlfriend’s little brother had seen—and used—me like this. Yet, beneath it all, a twisted spark of submission, my body still humming from the unwanted pleasure mixed with pain.
He started circling me slowly, his bare feet padding softly on the cracked linoleum, eyes raking over my body like I was meat on display. I could feel his stare lingering on my broad shoulders, my heavy gut from the 245 pounds that suddenly felt useless, then dropping lower to my thighs, my calves, before zeroing in on my tiny soft cock.
He stopped in front of me, tilting his head with a grin, his own massive cock—still semi-hard at over six inches even now, thick as my wrist—swaying heavily between his legs.
“God, look at that little thing,” he said, reaching out to flick it lightly with his finger.
The touch was electric, sending a jolt through me, my nub twitching feebly but remaining soft and hidden. I jerked back, heat flooding my cheeks.
“Don’t… Fuck off,” I muttered, voice cracking, but he just laughed, circling behind me again, his breath warm on my neck as he inspected my ass, the red marks from his grip blooming on my hips.
“You think you’re a man with that babydick? Hiding in foreskin like a scared turtle?”
His words cut deep, amplifying the size difference that had haunted me since he first burst in, wiggling his huge soft cock while I sat exposed on the toilet. I clenched my fists, rage bubbling up, but my body betrayed me—my asshole clenched around the cum still inside, a slick reminder of his power. He paused behind me, hands trailing over my back, down to squeeze my ass cheeks roughly, spreading them to expose the mess he’d made.
“All stretched out and leaking my load. Pathetic.”
Shame twisted in my gut, hot and nauseating. I was twice his size, but he owned me now, his confidence radiating like heat, making me feel exposed, vulnerable, every inch of my naked body his to judge.
Suddenly, without warning, he grabbed my waist and shoved me forward, bending me over the sink with brutal force. My hands slapped down on the cold porcelain edge. The mirror fogged from our sweat, reflecting my distorted face, with eyes red-rimmed and a mouth slack in shock. My tiny dick pressed against the cabinet below, trapped and useless, while my ass jutted out, still gaping slightly from his earlier pounding.
“What the fuck? Stop it,” I groaned, trying to push back, but he was already there, his body flush against mine, one hand fisting my hair to hold my head down.
The other came down hard on my ass, a sharp slap that echoed like a crack, the sting blooming across my skin. Pain flared, bright and immediate, my cheek reddening under his palm. He spanked me again, harder, the force jiggling my heavy frame, my wrinkly sack swinging with the impact.
“This ass is mine now,” he growled, landing another smack, then another, each one making me yelp, my asshole twitching in anticipation despite the humiliation.
Tears pricked my eyes again, the slaps mixing with the emotional whirlwind, anger at his invasion, the way he’d stripped me bare, not just physically but mentally. A reluctant thrill at the dominance, his aggression overpowering my resistance. My mind flashed to the door crack he’d peeked through earlier, giggling at my mid-poo exposure, and now this, bent over like a whore in my girlfriend’s house.
He didn’t give me time to process it. With a cruel laugh, he lined up his thick cock, hardening again, veins bulging, and slammed it back inside my tight asshole relentlessly. The breach was savage, his girth stretching me wide all over, the jizz from before lubricating the way but doing nothing to dull the burn. I cried out, the sound raw and desperate, my fingers scrabbling at the sink as he buried himself to the hilt, balls slapping my reddened ass.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight. I’m gonna loosen you up good,” he grunted, pulling back only to thrust in deep, pounding me hard with no mercy.
Each slam rocked my body forward, my tiny dick rubbing futilely against the wood, leaking a pathetic drop of pre-cum from the prostate pressure. He laughed cruelly, the sound vibrating through his chest into my back, his hips snapping forward in a brutal rhythm, wet, obscene sounds filling the bathroom, his cock dragging against my raw walls, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
Pain and pleasure tangled, my breath coming in sobs, shame flooding me as I realized I was pushing back just a little, my hole clenching around him greedily.
“Yeah, take it, you little-dick bitch. Marked as mine forever.”
His words branded me, dominance absolute, as he gripped my hips tighter, bruising, fucking me like he owned every inch. I whimpered, body trembling, emotions crashing—broken pride, forced submission, and a dark hunger building, wondering how much more I could take before I shattered completely.
His thrusts grew erratic, hips slamming into me with a final, brutal snap that made my teeth clatter against the sink’s edge. I felt him swell inside me, the thick length pulsing as he buried deep one last time, but instead of pulling out, he held there, grinding against my raw walls, his breath hot and ragged on my neck.
“Not done yet, big guy,” he murmured, voice laced with that mocking edge that twisted the knife in my gut.
Emotions churned, shame at how my body clenched around him, betraying the fury screaming in my head. A hollow ache from the exposure, my tiny cock still trapped and useless against the cabinet, leaking shamefully from the unwanted stimulation. He finally withdrew with a wet plop, his cock slick and gleaming, strings of jizz connecting us for a heartbeat before snapping free. The emptiness left me gaping, cool air rushing in to sting the stretched ring of my asshole, jizz dribbling out in a fresh trickle down my thighs.
I shuddered violently as he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me back from the sink with a sharp tug that made my scalp burn. My hands slipped from the porcelain, body arching involuntarily as he spun me around to face him, forcing my head down toward his groin. There it was, his thick, throbbing cock, still rock-hard and veined, bobbing inches from my face, the musky scent of sweat and sex hitting me like a punch.
It dwarfed everything about me. Nine inches of girthy meat, slick with our mixed fluids, the head flared purple and angry, pre-cum beading at the slit. Compared to my own pathetic nub, shriveled to its one-inch core, foreskin puckered tight over the hidden pink tip, dangling hairless and empty above my wrinkly sack. It was a monster, a humiliating reminder of the size difference that had started this nightmare. I trembled, knees buckling slightly, silent sobs catching in my throat as tears blurred my vision.
“Look at it,” he commanded, his free hand gripping the base of his shaft, waving it slowly side to side like he had earlier outside the door, that same giggle bubbling up from his chest. “This is what a real cock looks like. Not that sad little worm you’ve got hiding in there.”
He reached down with his other hand, flicking my tiny soft penis again, harder this time, the sting making it twitch feebly without growing an inch. I sobbed silently, body shaking, the humiliation crashing over me in waves. How he’d caught me mid-shit, exposed and vulnerable, and now reduced me to this, a 245-pound man quivering like a child before his dominance. My mind reeled with the emotional gut-punch. Rage at his arrogance, the way his confidence stripped me bare; a deep, burning shame that my girlfriend’s younger brother had turned me into his plaything, forcing me to confront my inadequacy head-on.
“Bet you’ve never made anyone feel full with that baby carrot. No wonder you’re always hiding.”
His laugh was cruel, echoing off the tiled walls, amplifying the forced exposure as he thrust his hips forward, the heavy length slapping against my cheek, leaving a sticky trail.
I tried to turn away, but his grip on my hair tightened, holding me in place, his eyes locked on mine with that predatory gleam. The vulnerability hit harder, naked, cum-smeared, my heavy frame no match for his aggressive control. Beneath the pain, a twisted thread of submission wove through me, my asshole clenching emptily, aching for the invasion despite the tears streaming down my face.
He released my hair just enough to shove me forward again, spinning me roughly until my chest pressed against the sink, ass jutting out once more.
“Time to remind you who’s in charge,” he growled, and suddenly he slammed into me hard from behind, his thick cock breaching my sore asshole in one merciless thrust.
The stretch burned anew, walls protesting the girth as he bottomed out, balls slapping my reddened cheeks with a meaty smack. I cried out, the sound raw and broken, sobs mixing with the sharp pain that radiated through my core. He didn’t pause, pounding faster and deeper, each drive of his hips crushing any shred of pride I had left. His cock dragged against my insides, hitting that spot relentlessly, forcing sparks of unwanted pleasure to mingle with the agony, my tiny dick dribbling more pre-cum onto the floor below.
“Fuck, listen to you whine,” he taunted between grunts, his body slapping against mine, sweat-slick skin sticking and sliding.
The rhythm was brutal, urgent, wet squelches filling the air as his cum from before lubed the way, his thickness splitting me open wider with every plunge. I begged silently in my head, ‘Please stop, please don’t,’ but my body betrayed me again, hips twitching back just a fraction, chasing the fullness amid the humiliation.
He gripped my hips tight, fingers digging into the soft flesh, bruising marks that would linger as proof of his dominance. Driving his cock deep with brutal force, he leaned over me, chest to my back, his breath hot against my ear.
“You’re my bitch now, aren’t you? That little peepee of yours ain’t ever gonna measure up.”
The words crushed me, pride shattering like glass under his assault, sobs wracking my frame as pain and shame intertwined. My asshole clenched around him involuntarily, milking his length, the sensory overload, the burn of stretch, the slap of skin, the drip of fluids, pushing me toward some dark edge.
Emotions flooded: the emotional intimacy of his total control, twisted into something raw and unflinching, making me feel seen in the worst way, exposed down to my core. He thrust harder, faster, his groans growing louder, but he didn’t stop, owning me completely in this grimy bathroom, leaving me trembling on the brink, wondering if I’d ever escape his grip.
His words hung in the air like a noose, tightening around my throat as his cock hammered into me, each brutal thrust sending shockwaves through my battered body. The pain was a constant throb now, my sore asshole stretched to its limits around his thick girth, the slick slide of his cum from earlier making every plunge obscenely wet and loud.
I could feel every vein dragging against my inner walls, the head of his cock battering deep, forcing my body to yield even as my mind screamed in protest. Humiliation burned hot in my chest, mingling with the raw ache of submission, my tiny cock twitching uselessly below, a pathetic dribble of pre-cum staining the floor as unwanted sparks of pleasure flickered through the agony. He was breaking me, piece by piece, his dominance wrapping around me like chains, exposing every insecurity in this forced intimacy that left me feeling utterly owned.
A deep groan rumbled from his chest, vibrating against my back as his pace faltered, hips stuttering with the building release. “Fuck, yeah, take it all,” he snarled, his fingers bruising my hips deeper, pulling me back onto his cock with savage force.
I gasped, the stretch intensifying as he swelled inside me, his thick shaft pulsing hot and insistent. Then he came, groaning low and guttural, flooding my sore, stretched asshole with rope after rope of hot jizz.
It spurted deep, relentlessly, coating my insides in thick, sticky warmth that overflowed, trickling down my thighs in messy rivulets. The sensation was overwhelming, burning fullness mixing with the sharp sting of overextension, my walls clenching around him involuntarily, milking every drop as shame flooded me anew.
He held me tight, his body pressed flush against mine, hips jerking violently as he emptied his load, grinding in short, erratic thrusts to push it deeper. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my skin, the musky scent of his release filling the humid air, mingling with the faint, lingering odor from my interrupted shit.
I sobbed quietly, body trembling under his weight, the emotional weight crashing down: how he’d turned my vulnerability into this, my 245-pound frame reduced to a quivering mess, my hairless little nub exposed and ignored. At the same time, his massive cock claimed me completely. The size difference hit like a gut punch. His nine-inch beast owning my tiny, one-inch shame, the humiliation raw and unflinching, forcing me to confront the broken man I’d become in his grip.
Suddenly, the bathroom door burst open with a bang that echoed off the tiles, slamming against the wall with a resounding thud. My girlfriend stood there, frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide with horror as she took in the scene. There I was bent over the sink, naked and cum-smeared, my ass impaled on her little brother’s thick cock, his hips still twitching against me. Her face twisted from shock to disgust, mouth opening in a gasp that turned into a scream.
“What the fuck is this? You disgusting pervert!” she screamed.
I tried to pull away, panic surging through me, but he held me pinned, his cock still buried deep, a final spurt of cum leaking into me as her words sliced like knives. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the sweat, my voice breaking in a desperate plea.
“Babe, it’s not… He forced me…” I said.
She cut me off, stepping forward with fire in her eyes, her gaze dropping to my exposed groin, where my tiny soft penis was, shriveled and hairless like a newborn’s, the pink pee hole barely visible in its foreskin sheath.
“Look at you, you babydick freak! That clit between your legs… No wonder you’re letting my brother fuck you like a bitch. You’re pathetic! We’re done. Get the hell out of my life!”
Her insults hit harder than any thrust, shattering the last fragments of my pride. I sobbed openly now, body shaking as the humiliation peaked, exposed not just to him but to her, the woman I loved, witnessing my total degradation. The emotional intimacy I’d clung to with her twisted into betrayal, her rejection amplifying the dominance he’d forced upon me, leaving me raw and hollow. She spat on the floor near my feet, turning away in revulsion.
“Don’t ever come near me again, you worthless piece of shit,” she screamed.
He finally pulled out with a lewd squelch, his thick cock slipping free, leaving my asshole gaping and leaking a steady stream of his jizz down my legs. I slumped against the sink, knees buckling, but he caught me by the arm, yanking me upright with casual strength. His hand moved to pat my head mockingly, fingers ruffling my hair like I was a pet, his other hand still gripping my wrist to keep me from collapsing. The touch was demeaning, underscoring his control, my heavy body trembling under his touch as fresh waves of shame washed over me.
“Hey, don’t worry about her,” he whispered close to my ear, his voice low and smug, breath hot against my skin. The scent of his cum clung to us both, a sticky reminder of his claim. “You’re my girlfriend now. Officially. That tiny dick of yours? It’s cute, but it ain’t doing shit anymore. From here on out, this ass is mine,” he said arrogantly.
I whimpered, head spinning from the pain, the emotional wreckage, the forced exposure that left me feeling stripped bare in every sense. His words sank in, a dark promise hanging in the air, his hand sliding down to squeeze my ass possessively, fingers dipping into the mess he’d made.
My girlfriend’s footsteps faded down the hall, the door slamming shut behind her, sealing my fate in this grimy bathroom. Part of me wanted to fight, to run, but my body betrayed me again, leaning into his touch just a fraction, the submission rooting deeper amid the sobs.
Tonight I lost a girlfriend and became one at the same time.
What a mind fuck.
The End.
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