Garrett's Destruction

Author's Note: This is a very early draft of a full-length erotica. If you would like to read the full story or the first available drafts of future chapters, visit: https://conormonaghan.com/

The video collected 35,000 likes on that first day. I probably watched it a dozen times.

The next week, there was a new post. It contained three pictures. The first showed three dildos of increasing size in a line, standing on their flat bases with the tips pointed to the ceiling. The first was red. The second was blue. The third was flesh-toned and by far the longest and thickest of the line-up.

I recognized the floor of Garrett’s room. Beneath the photo, there was a caption.

“Five. Six. Seven.”

The length of the dildos.

The next photo featured Garrett. It was a GIF. Garrett was squatting in front of his mirror ass naked. His mouth was covered in a black strap. He was gagged with the same dildo from the previous video. Though he was squatting, his body was moving up and down. He was riding the red dildo. His hands were crossed behind his head, just as they were the day in the park when he was exposing himself to the camera. His eight inch cock was jutting out from his pubes and it was bouncing as his butt swallowed the rubber cock. It was shooting cum.

The final photo was identical. Except the red dildo was strapped to his mouth; the blue dildo in his ass.

Garrett learning how to stretch his little straight boy ass for big cock.
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I watched the two GIFs repeatedly. I watched him blow two loads all over the carpet. No hands.

I watched the semen pour out of the tip of his cock. I watched the rim of his hole stretch and I watched his little butt swallow the artificial penis again and again. I realized that his penis didn’t look quite as huge as it always had, now that he was stuffing his butthole with these thick dildos. They were a new point of reference.

I also noticed his navy blue Hanes underwear crumpled on the floor next to his feet in the second GIF. The same pair of undies he was wearing in his debut photo on *REDACTED*. They didn’t get me off like they used to.

That was the last post for months, though by that time, Garrett had become the main attraction of the page.

April turned to May and May turned to June. We graduated high school. Me. Garrett. Hayden. Bryce. It meant that it was summer. It was time to relax and reflect. Time for college and life. Hayden and Garrett were attending the same state school the next city over. They were going to room together. I was attending a smaller public school in town, so I knew the summer was the last time for us all to hang out like the old days. The last time that things would be like they had always been, except of course things weren’t like they had always been.

Truthfully, none of that sentiment hit me until we all hung out one day towards the middle of the summer. We all played disc golf. Garrett, Hayden, Bryce, and I. It was hot as hell outside. It was a relaxed game. We smoked a few blunts along the way. At one point, Garrett caught me alone and initiated a one-on-one conversation.

He and Sara had split up. It was hard to believe. Sara was also attending the same state school as him and Hayden, and given that Garrett had already professed his plans to marry her, well, it was just hard to believe. They had been the right couple. They had seemed like they loved each other. I knew he was serious about marrying her, about loving her. He just clicked with her. But then again, everything had changed in the preceding months.

It wasn’t hard to believe they were splitting up. It was hard to believe that it had taken this long for it to happen.

How had their relationship continued to function during those months?

I remember wondering if they still had sex. If he still snuck over to her house when her parents were out and fucked her with that huge eight inch cock even though he was taking rubber cocks almost as big up his own ass. I remember that he used to tell me about his obsession with flicking his tongue across pussy, across tits. He had told me it was the second easiest way to make him cum while he was fucking a girl, while he was fucking Sara. The first was when she would bite his nipples while he fucked her. By that point, though, he was flicking his tongue across Hayden’s dirty underwear, deepthroating semen-soaked dildos straight from his own ass, and blowing loads hands-free. I suppose prostate stimulation was just that much better for him than sex with Sara.

I had tasted my own semen before. I had daydreamed about sucking dicks. But even in those days, I don’t think I ever fantasized about being a bottom and taking cock. Or licking a dude’s ass off his underwear.

Being straight, Garrett surely didn’t fantasize about those things or desire those things, and yet, he had experienced. He knew what Hayden’s ass tasted like. He knew what his own ass tasted like. He knew what semen tasted like. How many of his own loads had he swallowed? More than Sara?

Yet he and Sara had stayed together through all of that. Sara was dating an unknowing exhibitionist who had fucked his own butt on camera repeatedly while thousands of people watched, just to see some other girl’s tits.

I doubt he ever saw any.

At any rate, he came up to me that day while we were playing disc golf to tell me about it. He was wearing black basketball shorts, a t-shirt, and his glasses. He didn’t wear them often. He looked good.

I stared at his legs. I followed the little hairs up his legs, but they disappointingly ended at the hem of shorts this time instead of the legs of his underwear.

He told me about them splitting up. He told me that he had been thinking about the end of high school and summer and college and life and how long we had been friends and how we would keep being best friends throughout college. As I’ve always emphasized, he’s an analytical type, not a sentimental type. Not emotional. So the confessional was stirring. Even today it awakens a breathtaking nostalgia.

We reminisced, just for five or ten minutes, about high school. I consoled him for a bit with regard to Sara, but truthfully, the conversation seemed to transcend the break-up. He was in good spirits. We made all kinds of plans for dumb shit that we were going to do in college. We would meet up all the time on weekends. I would head over there and hang out with him and Hayden, and they would come down to see me on opposite weekends.

We talked about a freshman year soccer trip when Hayden became the first to lose his virginity, to a girl named Claire. We talked about the one party he ever dared to host at his own house. The party where I burned the shit out of my hand while I was drunk on an antique furnace that was inconceivably placed in the middle of his living room (I still a small scar to this day) and Hayden had nearly gotten us all busted by leaving a girl’s bra in the closet after fucking her bare: Garrett’s mom eventually found the bra and Hayden experienced his first pregnancy scare.

In short, I relived high school with Garrett in those fleeting moments on the field that day. I realized that he was one of my best friends and a genuinely good guy. I realized that I was a terrible friend. His naked body was on the Internet. People could strip him with their eyes. They could see his underwear. They could see his bare chest. They could see his pubic hair. His monster cock. His balls. They could spread his ass cheeks and stretch his little hole with fat dildos and make him cum from the pleasure of penetration alone. All with their eyes.

Later that day, we relaxed at Hayden’s. The four of us. I recall a particular image. Hayden was lying back on his bed looking up at the ceiling. Bryce was sitting at the desk. I was lying prone on the floor. Garrett was sitting on the floor a few feet away from me with his legs spread wide looking at his phone. Since he was wearing basketball shorts and his legs were spread, I could see up the leg of his shorts. He was wearing the Calvin Klein underwear. Blue with little green dots. I could see his bulge. Or lack thereof. It didn’t look anything like the big fat package that I had become accustomed to, the package that was displayed in his briefs as he sat in front of the mirror in this room in these exact same underwear just a few months before, moments before fucking himself with a dildo for the first time just a few feet away from his friends.. Looking at his bulge now, there just wasn’t much there.

I remember staring at it for some time. Then, he said he had to take a dump and went to the bathroom.

That was when I realized that Garrett was just a straight guy. A dumb straight guy. He truly was an unknowing exhibitionist. He was naive. He wanted to grow up and find a girl and fall in love. It had been months since the last post on *REDACTED*. It was over. He had moved on. We all had.

That day at Hayden’s was the last time I ever saw Garrett in person.

The next day, there was a new post on *REDACTED*.

It was a video.

I clicked it. The familiar buffering. Then Garrett.

He had his phone in his hand. He was standing in front of a bathroom mirror recording the video. I recognized the room. It was Hayden’s bathroom. He was wearing the black basketball shorts and t-shirt. It was from the prior day.

With one hand, he lifted his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. Then, he pulled his shorts down. There they were. The Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Blue with green dots.

He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband and pulled them down. They crumpled at his feet. He crossed his hands behind his head. He was exposed completely. His happy trail had been shaved off. So had his pubic hair. His big fat cock was imprisoned in a clear chastity device with a lock at the top. Except it wasn’t big or fat anymore.

The encased penis was no bigger than four inches.

He rotated to put his ass on display. He spread his legs and bent over. The base of a dildo was visible between his spread ass cheeks. It was flesh-colored.

I picked up on a few things in that moment. Why he broke up with Sara. Why he had no bulge. It was because he had no cock anymore. No cock to fuck Sara. No cock to fill out his briefs. I also realized something more subtle. Forgive the candor, but when dudes are around dudes, at least my friend, they fart. They do it because they feel like it. They do it because they think it’s funny. They do it to be immature. They do it to feel like men. Garrett was never an exception. But he had not farted at all in front of us that day. At that moment I knew it was because his ass had been stuffed with a huge dildo all day long.

The day was a lie. The memories. The reminiscing. I thought I had rediscovered one of my best friends, but the whole time his cock had been locked up and he had a fat dildo stuffed up his ass. I wondered what it felt like for him to sit there and talk to me while getting fucked by a cock, real or not.

Garrett reached down and pulled his underwear back up. He put his shorts and shirt back on. The video ended.

Beneath the video, there was a picture. A picture of a key. The key to the chastity device.

I knew who had it.

Author's Note: This is a very early draft of a full-length erotica. If you would like to read the full story or the first available drafts of future chapters, visit: https://conormonaghan.com/