The Argument

One of the advantages of pissing while sitting is that it gives you plenty of time to think. You spend a few minutes browsing reddit for the best strategies to confront a cheating boyfriend. And if he doesn't own up to it, you think, then I'm cheating as well!

"So, decided to open the door for me today?" You start right away.

"Here, come inside," He says, still only dressed in his boxers.

"So who is she?" You demand.

He slaps you on the face. Hard. Tears start to well up in your eyes as your brain processes the pain.

"What was that -" You don't get to finish. He slaps you again. The tears are streaming down your face now.

"Who the fuck do you think you are!?" He demands, the most angry you've ever heard him.

You turn your face back towards him to try and read his expression before answering, but he just slaps you again. Now you feel your knees buckle, threatening to collapse under this aggression.

"Keep your eyes on the floor, bitch! I asked you a fucking question!"

"I'm your bitch," You sob, still unable to process how everything had turned around so quickly. I came in with the advantage!

"Louder!"

"I'm your bitch."

"No, you're not just my bitch. You're my sissy faggot beta bitch. You don't get to talk to me like that! I'm being lenient because this was just the first time, but you just try it again.

"Second - I get to fuck whoever I want. Do you understand? I get to fuck whoever I want, and you," He thrusts a finger in your face. You flinch, expecting another slap. "All you can do is thank me whenever I let you suck my dick. Do you understand? Sucking my dick is a privilege for you, and if you pull any of this shit again, you might just lose it."

"No!" You shout, unable to control yourself. "Please! I couldn't bear it!" Now is probably not the best time to admit it, but it seems like you're hopelessly in love with your friend.

"We'll see how well you can apologize. Kiss my ass!" He demands, pulling down his pants. "Now!"

Utterly humiliated, you perform the degrading act, kissing each cheek once. Unsatisfied, Bob pushes your face into his sweaty crack, killing off uncountable smelling cells in your nose as you meekly kiss repeatedly. You start crying when he lets out a fart, overcome by all the emotions swirling through your head.

"Now go get cleaned up. You smell like shit!"