Boyfriend's Bully Problem by Sabrina Wolfe
“Josh?” Amanda asks as her boyfriend comes home.
She hears his back pack drop to the floor and peeks out of the kitchen from where she’s
been working on dinner. She was hoping to make his Thursday a little better by surprising
him with his favorite dinner, but considering he’s taken his glasses off and is pinching the
bridge of his nose, he’s had a bad day.
Amanda sighs. She doesn’t even have to ask. “Ryan again?”
He nods. “I did was disagree with him! Then he stopped me before I could get to the car
and ...”
Josh moves his hand, showing that his jaw is bruised pretty badly and his lip is split.
Amanda crosses the room and holds her boyfriend’s face in her hand. She kisses over the
bruise and gently kisses his lips. “Someone needs to put him in his place.”
Josh huffs. “I just want it to be done. It’s a constant annoyance and ... just because he’s
larger than me doesn’t mean this should be fine.” Josh trails off again, then looks at
Amanda’s apron. “You’ve been cooking?”
“I wanted to remind you that you deserve nice, delicious, wonderful things because you’re
a good man,” Amanda says, playing with her blonde hair as it escapes her bun.
Josh sighs, kisses her again despite hissing at the pain in his lip. As they eat, Amanda looks
over her boyfriend. He’s good, devoted, loving, works hard, and she knows that he checks
every box a good man too. Plus, he’s safe and sweet, sexy too.
She loves him, but this month long gap in sex is killing her. She just wants to rip his clothes
off and remind him that he’s a man, that he can take control of a situation, that he could
bend it to his will if he’d just ... take the initiative.
She rests her arm on the table and Josh shakes his head. “I’ll find a way to handle Ryan.”
“We’ll see who gets to him first. I’m more than happy to make him stop,” Amanda says
seriously. “I can figure something out.”
Josh smiles. “I’ve seen your angry look. I’m not doubting you.”
“Then it’s settled,” she decides.
Josh ignores that thought, or at least doesn’t comment on it as they spend the rest of the
night cuddling, watching movies, all while Amanda makes sure that Josh feels loved and
gets to enjoy his night. She knows she’ll deal with Ryan in the morning.
She puts on some denim shorts and a band t-shirt. Taming her hair in a high ponytail, she
makes sure her makeup makes her look as lethal as she wants to fear. It’s not hard to find
Ryan’s house, barely takes any googling, so she shows up around eight a.m., sure he’ll be on
his way to work and she can confront him.
After the car ride here, remembering how upset Josh has been every time he’s come home,
whether he’s bruised or not, Amanda’s so mad she can’t contain it. Her cheeks feel hot, her
hands keep curling into fists, and she’s ready to rip Ryan a new one.
She bangs on his door. The thud under her hand is satisfying, a promise of more intensity
to come. She keeps talking herself up internally until the door opens and she realizes how
unprepared she is for this.
Ryan is huge. The kind of huge that says he’s a regular at the gym and doesn’t shy away
from a single workout. He’s at least six foot six, so a solid foot taller than Amanda and six
inches taller than Josh. He’s packed with dense muscle that looks like it’s trying to escape
considering how he’s built. He stares down at her, his intense dark eyes scouring her body.
He’s big, broad, and the fact he’s only wearing low-slung, unbuttoned jeans doesn’t hide a
thing. Amanda forces her eyes to narrow. “You’re a fucking asshole. I don’t know why you
think it’s acceptable to bully someone at work! Have you been hitting the weights or
steroids so hard that your brain is as shriveled and unused as your balls? Whatever the
reason it stops now.”
He arches one eyebrow. “Do I look like a guy who doesn’t get laid regularly?”
“You must be if you save your energy to beat my boyfriend,” she sneers.
The corner of Ryan’s mouth lifts as he looks Amanda over again, his gaze lingering on her
thighs, her wide hips, the curve of her breasts, and her full lips. He leans his head to the
side. “And what is a girl like you doing with a guy that nearly pees whenever he sees me?”
“Josh is a good man,” she says, crossing her arms under her breasts.
“And you’re here to ...” He studies her, then nods. “Convince me to stop beating him up?”
“Someone has to put you in your place,” she says, the same thing she’s said about him on
repeat for the last month.
“We could make a deal,” he offers. “Depending on exactly how much you want me to leave
your pitiful, pathetic boyfriend alone.”
“Leave him alone or I’ll call the cops.”
“You’re sexy when pissed,” Ryan says, then opens his door. “Come in and we’ll talk about it.”
“Don’t you have a job?”
“Boss’s son, sweetheart. I come and go as I please,” Ryan answers, his eyes shining with
devilish delight. “So come in and convince me or accept that Josh is fucked.”
Since Amanda doesn’t feel like she has a choice in the matter, she heads inside, nibbling her
bottom lip as the door shuts behind her. This wasn’t part of the plan. She wasn’t supposed
to be in someone else’s space. They were going to have words, he was going to back down,
and that was going to be the end of it.
Now she’s standing in a place she’s never been with a man way too big to handle, staring at
an expensive, organized, home that doesn’t match anything about the man she had pictured
when Josh had described Ryan.
“Too good to sit down on my couch?” Ryan asks.
“This isn’t a social call. Leave my boyfriend alone and you’ll never see me again,” Amanda
hisses as she spins to face Ryan.
He grips her ponytail hard. “That sounds like a threat considering I’d like to see you again.
You’re better than what I expected based on how Josh talks about you,” Ryan says as he
hauls her body against his so she can feel how hard he is. “You could convince me to leave
Josh alone and I bet you’d even enjoy it. All you have to do is say yes.”
“To ... to what?” She asks, her body at war.
She and Josh never discussed having an open relationship and she knows Josh wouldn’t
want to see her with the man who’s made his life hell, but this same man, so dominant, so
sure of himself, so willing to take the initiative ... if he’s offering her what she thinks he’s
offering, she’s not sure what she’ll say.
His smile widens. “I think you know exactly what you have to do, Amanda. Get down on
your knees and use your very pretty mouth to convince me. Show me what a good girl you
can be. How sweet you can be and I’ll leave Josh alone for ... a month.”
She shakes her head despite her desire. Ryan tightens his hold on her, making her gasp. He
grinds against her. “If you want me to leave him alone for more than a month, it’s going to
require more of you. How important to you is your boyfriend’s peace of mind?”
Well ... when he puts it like that ...
Ryan drops his pants showing exactly how hard and thick he is. Amanda can’t resist. She
slowly wraps her hand around his shaft, and shivers. He’s huge, so much bigger than Josh,
so much more commanding. She’s wet just thinking about how he’d fill her.
“Choose, Amanda,” Ryan orders.
She sinks down to her knees, his hand still in her hair, her eyes on his face. She tells herself
she’s only doing it for Josh, but after the first few licks, the way he groans and orders her to
take more, his hand tight on the back of her hair, his command to strip down ... she finds
herself obeying for the sheer pleasure of watching him get more turned on.
Once she’s down to her panties while bobbing on his cock, only able to take half of him, she
sees something wild and fierce in his gaze. It fills her with the kind of pleasure and delight
that she’s been missing.
“You can take it - every fucking inch,” Ryan growls as he slams into Amanda’s throat. She
lets out a strangled moan as he chokes her on his thick, hard cock.
Amanda’s eyes water as he grinds deeper into her throat, making room for himself even
though she was sure it was impossible just a few seconds ago. He pulls her pony, jerking her
back so she can see how much she’s drooled on his cock.
He arches an eyebrow. “If you can’t fit me in your mouth, how are you going to be able to fit
me in your pussy or your ass?”
Amanda opens her mouth to argue, but he thrusts between her lips again. He groans when
she sucks obediently and he nods. “You will, won’t you. You want it. Even if you keep telling
yourself you don’t. I bet you’re soaking wet for me. Put your hand in your panties and show
me how wet you are for me.”
Whimpering, Amanda obeys. She slides her hand into her panties, rubs her slick clit once
and holds up her shiny fingers. Ryan smirks. “Knew it. So be a good girl and show me how
badly you want every inch.”
A part of her has always craved this kind of commanding presence. She’s wanted to be used,
to be pushed to the limit, to be shown everything she can handle. Ryan ruins her pony as he
fucks her throat, his thick cock gliding over her tongue again and again until he’s groaning
and grunting with each thrust.
Ryan gags her on his cock, chokes her, clearly enjoys every moan she gives him as he fills
her throat over and over. When her eyes start to water and she feels light headed with pure
lust and desire, he finally comes, not asking, not warning, just emptying his cock down her
throat as he groans and keeps her lips right against the base of his cock.
She feels every twitch, can practically feel him softening on her tongue. Ryan sighs and pats
her head. “We’re going to have a lot of fun, Amanda. I’ll show you what you should be
getting regularly.
Josh checks his phone and glances around the house. There’s no evidence that Amanda’s
been here. He hasn’t heard from her. It’s Sunday night! He’s sent her at least a dozen texts
and none have even been looked at.
Then he sees a new message from her. He hesitates when he sees a link. Another message
comes through.
Take a look at what your girlfriend is willing to do to ‘save you.’ If you were a real man,
she’d be doing this for you.
Curious, annoyed, and worried, Josh clicks on the link and his computer screen shows a
video that’s obviously a live link. Ryan winks at the camera, but Joshes eyes drop to
Amanda. Her hair is a mess, her face is flushed, her eyes wild and unfocused like he’s never
seen.
“Talk to me, my sweet slut,” Ryan orders as he slams into her pussy again.
When she doesn’t answer, he stops and manhandles her so she’s riding him reverse
cowgirl. His name is written in sharpie above her pussy, a heart around one of her nipples.
She looks exhausted, dewy with sweat, and she writhes on Ryan’s lap.
“More please. Please, more. I need more,” she begs.
“I’ve been fucking you since Friday morning and you still need more?” Ryan asks in a
condescending voice.
“Please, sir. Haven’t I been good?” She asks, like she’s craving it.
“You have been a good girl for me. So tell me how much you like my cock buried inside
you,” Ryan orders.
“It’s so good. So big. So thick. I like how rough you are. I need more,” she whines as she rolls
her hips on him.
He lifts her up, his muscles flexing, so Josh can see how hard he is, how slick his cock is
thanks to Amanda’s soaked pussy. Then he slams into her, making her take every single
thick inch. Amanda lets out a scream that’s more pleasure and pain as she wraps her arms
around Ryan’s neck.
“Smile for the camera, Amanda. I want you to remember how pretty you look on my cock.
How happy you look riding me,” Ryan says.
Josh feels his own cock twitch. Amanda’s never been this naughty, this ... overwhelmed this
loud with him and watching her take Ryan’s cock ... as much as it humiliates him, as angry
as he knows he should be, he can’t tear his eyes away even as he undoes his pants to free
his cock.
Amanda moans and rides Ryan desperately, complaining and whimpering whenever he
stops her, begging him for more, telling him how much she wants him. When she comes,
Josh shakes his head. He shouldn’t want this. He shouldn’t be enjoying this. He should be
running to Ryan’s to save Amanda from what she’s dealing with. The writing on her proves
that she’s being treated as an object instead of the strong woman she is ... but something
about seeing her so willing, compliant, desperate makes Josh insane.
He strokes his cock even as he watches Ryan put Amanda on her back to spread her pussy
wide for the camera. She never takes her eyes off him, even as he works his fingers into her
pussy.
Josh catches the sight of a plug in her ass and fucks his fist harder.
Amanda can’t get enough. She thought that sex with Josh was amazing, but this ... this is so
much more. Being a sex slave is supposed to be something terrible, but she just wants more.
Ryan ignored work Friday to keep fucking her, to prove his control over her. He left her tied
to his bed when he went to get them food both times that day, as if he was sure she would
leave.
But his cock, his fingers, his toys, everything he does, whether humiliating or degrading is
just so ... hot. Her eyes roll back as she gets close to the edge she knows she has to ask to
come.
“Please!”
“Come,” he orders, as easily and simply as if they’re having a normal conversation.
Her orgasm rips through her, leaving only ecstasy and the need for more behind. She
knows she’s on camera, but she can’t even make herself care about who is watching. All she
wants is more pleasure. She has more than a month’s worth of lust to get out of her system.
Ryan rolls her back onto her hands and knees, then guides her to his cock. “Clean up my
cock. Taste yourself on me.”
She moans eagerly and takes him down her throat as deep as she can while he plays with
the plug in her ass, spreads her dripping pussy open and groans. “That’s a good little slut, so
obedient for me. Aren’t you worried about Josh? Don’t you want to go home to him?”
At the same time, Ryan pulls the plug almost all the way out before slamming it back into
her. Her whole body rocks to receive the plug as she moans around his cock.
“I think you’re more eager to have your ass fucked, aren’t you? You want me to fill all of
your holes with my cock and my cum,” he says.
He grips her chin and pulls her face up. “Look at that face, so desperate.”
“Please,” she whimpers, her throat sore, her voice hoarse, and every cell in her body so
desperate for Ryan’s cock and all the ways he can use it to please her that nothing else
matters.
“Use your words.”
“Fuck me in the ass,” she pants.
He turns her around, making her look at the camera where she can see her own sweaty
face surrounded by her messy hair. Ryan gets her back on the floor on her side and lifts her
thigh high. He pulls the plug out of her ass and shows it to her. “I’m a whole lot bigger than
this.”
“Good,” she answers.
“Finger yourself while I fuck your tight little ass,” he commands before swatting her slick
pussy.
She bucks against his hand and when her hips roll back, his cock starts to fill her. It feels so
good. The traces of pain only make her pleasure more intense as she slides two fingers into
herself and rubs her clit with her thumb.
Ryan kisses along her neck as he sinks deeper and deeper into her ass. He’s taking his
time – which is new and infuriating. She moans. “Faster. Harder. I want it. I can take. I take
your cock so well.”
“Yes you do, sweet girl. You’re so convincing. You’ll get everything you want,” he assures.
Then he fucks her ass hard. She whines, yells, moans. She was sure it would hurt, that she’d
feel disgusted, but it’s amazing. The way her body can take Ryan. She loves pleasing him in
so many ways, being used so thoroughly. Her moans grow louder and louder and she knows
better than to try and hide them. Ryan likes her loud, he likes knowing she can’t control
herself.
“Please let me cum!” She sobs after another few minutes, unable to handle it.
“Cum,” he growls in her ear.
She gushes and squirts as she finishes, unable to be quiet, unable to control her body,
unable to do anything but feel Ryan. He slams into her ass harder and harder until he
growls and finishes deep inside her. She pants.
“You’re going to go home to your boyfriend with my cum in your ass,” Ryan says in her ear.
“With my name written on your belly, and a constant reminder that he can’t measure up,
even when I stop bullying him.”
Amanda can’t make the thoughts work. Ryan gets up, turns off the camera, then cleans up.
He brings Amanda her clothes, but keeps her panties, saying they’re a reminder in case Josh
decides to make work difficult.
As Amanda heads home, the guilt fills her. She’s a mess and there’s no hiding what she was
doing with Ryan, what they got into. Sure it started for Josh’s sake, to make the bullying
stop, but she enjoyed it. She loved having Ryan fill her over and over again and already she
wants it again.
When she gets home, she sees Josh cleaning up in front of the laptop, his pants undone and
sees her own face on the screen. At least Ryan only sent it to Josh. He swallows, looks at her,
then looks away as if he’s ashamed. She’s sure he came based on the drops on his jeans.
“Ryan won’t bother you anymore,” Amanda hums. “I ... I need a shower.” She starts walking
away, then pauses. “The deal is he gets me every other Friday.”
Josh nods as he watches his girlfriend walk away. He got what he wanted. Ryan isn’t going
to beat him up, isn’t going to bother him at work, but sharing his girlfriend is a steep price
to pay. He rubs the back of his neck and tries to ignore the fact that he came to the video
Ryan sent of him fucking Amanda’s pussy and ass that hard.
Even though he’s gotten what he wanted, even though Amanda’s safe and home, Josh can’t
help but wonder if being bullied was a better option, or a worse one. Maybe he’ll just have
to ask Ryan to share a video every time he’s with Amanda ... then everyone wins.