Two Men Invited Me to the Bar’s Private Booth

It all started that night. I wasn’t disappointed: that word is too clean, too polite for what I felt. I was in pieces. Destroyed by life, by the world, and, above all, by a woman.

Her name was Bárbara, and I had made the mistake of loving her with that stupid speed that always gives me away. That’s why the blow hurt so much. I didn’t just lose a partner; I lost something in myself that I’m not sure will ever come back.

It wasn’t a gentle “I don’t love you anymore.” It was much worse. As she put on her coat, ready to leave my apartment and my life, she looked at me the way you look at an annoying fly.

—Your dick is way too small for a woman like me, Mateo —she said.

She said it without anesthesia. And, as if the stab weren’t deep enough, she finished with the usual comparison. Her ex’s, of course.

—Six centimeters more than yours —she added, measuring the air with her fingers, almost mocking me—. Six. Quite a difference, right?

That image gets branded into your brain. It burns every time you breathe. In my pathetic attempt to salvage something, I fell back on the textbook line, the one they tell you is the right thing to think.

—Size doesn’t matter, Bárbara. What matters is affection, chemistry, respect.

She stopped in the doorway. The rage in her eyes was like fire spit at me.

—Chemistry? Respect? That’s nonsense for the magazines you read. Grow up already!

I didn’t know what to say.

—Size doesn’t matter? Look at yourself, Mateo. When you’re really being fucked, it’s not the same to feel your fourteen centimeters of a kid as to feel his twenty thick ones ripping your cunt apart. Do you understand? With him I feel full, with my cervix getting hammered on every thrust, soaking from the inside. With you I could barely tell you were there. I finger-fucked myself while you moved on top of me, idiot.

That wasn’t criticism. It was a confession. Her ex had been fucking her while she was still with me, and according to her, he did it better. The door slammed shut with a dry, final crack. I heard her short, cruel laugh on the other side, and then silence locked me inside my own apartment.

***

The hours passed like an agony. Monsters come out with the dark, and mine had her voice. Then my phone lit up on the table. I thought, “a message, how naïve.” It was her, on a video call. I answered like a dog crawling back to the master who had beaten him.

—Lost for words, my boy? —her voice through the phone was even more venomous—. I’m going to be generous. Record it. I want you to understand what a real woman is when she’s pleased the way she deserves.

The screen flickered. Her face disappeared and, in its place, a raw, blurry scene appeared: her on all fours on the bed, ass raised toward the camera while some guy buried himself in her to the balls. The phone was placed at just the right angle so I could see everything: the huge cock coming in and out, shining with her juices, Bárbara’s cunt devouring every centimeter, her tits swaying with each impact.

—Look, Mateo, look closely —she gasped, turning her head toward the camera—. This is the cock I need. See how it goes in? See how it opens me up?

The guy grabbed her by the hip and drove in harder. You could hear the wet, obscene sound of their hips slapping together. A thick, sloppy smack that made my stomach turn and, at the same time, made my dick go hard against my trousers, traitorous, pathetic.

—Oh, fuck, like that, give it to me more —Bárbara moaned, arching her back—. Mateo, do you see this? This is a cock. This is what fills a woman. Look how my cunt is dripping, look how I swallow it whole.

The man slid his thumb between Bárbara’s ass cheeks and pressed against her hole. She let out a rough cry and started pushing her ass back, impaling herself, riding him backwards while he held her steady.

—You know what’s best of all? —she went on, thick-voiced, mouth hanging open—. That while he’s wrecking my pussy thinking about your scared little face, I imagine your baby dick trying to get hard and it makes me laugh. I squirt from laughing so hard. I feel him all the way in my guts; you I remember as a kid playing at being a man with his little toy between his legs.

I heard a male laugh in the background, deep and mocking, as crushing as a punch.

—Show him properly, babe —the guy growled—. Let him see how you fuck a real woman.

He grabbed her hair and flipped her onto her back. He spread her legs wide in front of the camera. I saw Bárbara’s cunt, red, swollen, shiny, with the lips parted and the clit puffed up like a pearl. The guy slid back in in one brutal thrust, and she screamed.

—Yes, fuck, all the way! Break me! —Bárbara shouted, digging her nails into the sheet—. Mateo, do you see how he’s putting it in? See how he disappears inside me? Yours never did, you hear me? Never felt a thing with yours.

The rhythm sped up. The pounding of one body against another, over and over, the wet sound of a soaked cunt swallowing the whole cock. She took one hand to her crotch and rubbed her clit with two fingers, biting her lip, staring straight into the camera so I wouldn’t miss a thing.

—I’m going to come, Mateo. I’m going to come all over this cock you don’t have. Look at me, look at me well, asshole.

I watched her convulse. Her whole body shook, her nipples went hard, her cunt spasmed around the cock and a dark stain soaked the sheet. She squirted. She gushed like a fountain between the guy’s legs while she moaned my name with contempt.

—Now you, baby, come inside —she begged the other man, gasping—. Fill me up good. Let Mateo see how you fill me with cream.

The guy let out a roar and buried himself to the hilt. I saw his ass tense, saw him cum in bursts inside her. Bárbara looped her legs around his waist so he wouldn’t slip out, squeezing, milking him.

Then, silence broken only by her ragged breathing. The guy slowly withdrew. The cock came out soaked, shining, and a thick white strand dribbled from Bárbara’s open cunt to the sheet. She took two fingers, scooped up some semen, and put it in her mouth, sucking them in front of the camera with a victorious smile.

—See, sweetheart? This is what comes out of a real man. A good load inside. With the little bit you’d spill, you’d barely notice. I’ve opened your eyes, I’ve shown you the truth. Maybe now you’ll learn what real masculinity is. Bye, baby. Enjoy your loneliness and that sad little dick of yours.

She hung up. The phone slipped from my hand and smashed to the floor, scattered like my own heart. It wasn’t pain anymore. It was annihilation.

***

I went out into the street with one brutal mission: get drunk until I fell apart. And if there was anything left of me, find someone to unload the cruelty Bárbara had gifted me. I didn’t care who it was. I just wanted someone to tell me I was a good lover, even if it only lasted as long as the money held out.

I walked into one of those seedy dive bars, thick with atmosphere, where you can find any kind of company. The perfect place to self-destruct. I glued myself to the bar and ordered one mixed drink after another, throwing back whatever came: vodka, gin, rum, whisky. The alcohol hit me fast.

With the drunkness came the clumsiness I so desperately wanted. I lost my balance on the stool and, to keep from falling, shoved the guy right in front of me.

—Watch it, man! —a deep voice boomed.

I stammered a thousand apologies, feeling even more pathetic. But it didn’t turn into a fight. The guy turned around. He wasn’t alone: a friend was with him. Both were tall, broad, with that kind of presence that fills a room. They looked at me not with anger, but with something that froze my stomach. The first one caught my arm so I wouldn’t go down. His grip was firm and, still, almost paternal.

—Easy, kid. No problem —he told me—. My name’s Bruno. This one here is Diego. You look wrecked. What’s wrong?

Diego gave me a discreet smile and helped me sit properly. And I, without filters, broken by alcohol and hatred, told them the whole story. The humiliation, the fourteen centimeters, the ex, the video call. Everything.

They didn’t laugh. Bruno nodded seriously and ordered another round. Diego leaned in, put one of his big hands over mine and wrapped the other arm around my shoulders.

—Forget that woman, Mateo. A man isn’t measured by what’s between his legs, he’s measured by his heart. Size is just a façade, trust me. What matters is affection, feelings, how you do things.

—A good lover is the one who makes you feel good, not the one who tears you apart —he added—. And you seem like a guy with his heart in the right place. That’s what counts.

They told me stupid jokes, little stories, anything to make me feel less miserable. They started convincing me that my problem was tiny, a lie Bárbara had blown up. In their company I felt better. More secure, even. Their attention, that validation she had ripped from me, seduced me.

Bruno leaned over the bar. His body cast an intimate shadow over me. His voice was low, almost a secret.

—Hey, Mateo, listen to me. This isn’t the right place. What you’re telling us is too personal to throw around in all this noise. What if we go to a private booth, somewhere we can talk in peace?

Diego nodded right away.

—He’s right. It’s calmer there and nobody has to hear this stuff. You coming, Mateo?

Naïve, broken, and desperate for my own punishment, I ended up agreeing. What did I have left to lose? They had already stolen my dignity in a video call. I nodded so slightly I almost invented the motion.

***

They led me to the lower part of the place, down a hallway with four black doors. We went into one. The booth was small and dark, smelling of cheap air freshener and stale sweat. A faded three-seater sofa, a chaise lounge beside it, a cracked leather armchair. I sat on the edge of the sofa, rigid as a statue.

They didn’t sit. They stayed standing, looking at me. Then Bruno knelt in front of me and took my hands. They weren’t rough, they were warm. And his voice, now, sounded soft, almost tender.

—Relax, kid. You’re here with us. You’re safe.

Diego stood behind me and started massaging my shoulders with firm, steady pressure that loosened the knots inside me.

—You’re carrying a lot of tension, Mateo. Let us help you relax —he murmured.

And I, like an idiot, believed them. I closed my eyes and let myself go. I felt Bruno’s hands slide up my arms, unbuttoning my shirt with hypnotic slowness. I felt like a child being stripped to get into the bath. Vulnerable, but cared for. There was no contempt or haste. Only attention.

Diego kept massaging me, working his fingers into my muscles. I felt his breath near my temple and, a moment later, his lips brushing my ear.

—This is better, isn’t it? Without the armor, without the clothes protecting you from the world —he whispered.

The shirt fell to the floor. Bruno tugged at my belt and my trousers, and I did nothing to stop him. They wanted what was best for me, right? They were proving it with every caress, with every word that healed the wound Bárbara had opened.

Until Bruno pulled away all at once. He stood up, and his face changed. There was no compassion or tenderness left. He was looking at me with hunger, his body tense.

—Look, Diego —he said, pointing at the thin fabric covering my crotch. His voice was already a growl—. Look what the kid’s hiding under his clothes. He’s wearing a thong. Fuck!

He burst out laughing, deep and loud. Diego came closer, pure mockery in his eyes. All their supposed compassion evaporated at once.

—Well, would you look at that, it’s almost panties —he laughed—. Now I’m even doubting what he’s got down there. We’ll have to check, won’t we?

Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed the edge of the garment and yanked with unbelievable violence. The fabric tore with a sharp sound and I realized I was completely exposed. Bruno leaned in, fixed his gaze on my crotch, and laughed again, this time in contempt.

—What a shame, Diego. Ten centimeters at most. Tiny, but at least it’s hard. Just what we needed!

His laughter was now a sentence. Then I understood that all that care had been the prelude to a calculated, rehearsed humiliation. Bruno grabbed my hair and forced me down from the sofa, onto my knees on the sticky floor of the booth.

—If that woman wanted to teach you what a real man is —murmured Diego, unbuckling his belt in front of my face—, we’re going to finish the lesson.

He yanked his pants down. His cock sprang out, thick, long, already half hard, hanging heavy in front of my eyes. It had to be at least twenty-two centimeters, as thick as my wrist, with a purple head and swollen balls brushing his thighs. Bruno moved to the side and did the same. His was even more brutal, with a thick vein throbbing with every pulse of blood.

—Look, look at what this is, kid —Bruno said, grabbing his cock with one hand and tapping it against my cheek—. This is what your aunt needs. This is what you’ll never be able to give a woman.

The hot cock marked my skin with each slap. I pressed my lips together, looking at the floor, humiliated. Diego grabbed my jaw and forced my mouth open. He shoved his thumb between my teeth until I opened, and then he pushed his cock all the way in.

—Suck it, princess —he growled—. Learn what a mouth like yours is for.

I tasted salt, the strong smell of sweat-soaked male flesh, the hard, throbbing meat filling my throat. I gagged, tears sprang to my eyes, and a string of drool ran down my chin. Diego held me by the nape of the neck and started moving, fucking my mouth without mercy, thrusting until my nose hit his pubis and I couldn’t breathe. Each retch from me was met with a laugh from him.

—Look how the little shit swallows it —he sneered—. He’s better at this than Bárbara, that’s for sure.

Bruno grabbed my hair and pulled me off Diego’s cock to shove his own into my mouth. They swapped places constantly, forcing me to suck them in turns, grinding their balls against my face, slapping me with their saliva-slick cocks. I drooled, gasped, tears fell from me, and against all logic, my own ridiculous dick was hard between my thighs, pointing at the ceiling like a traitor.

—Look at that, the kid’s into it —Bruno said, laughing—. He likes being used. I knew it.

Diego made me stand and threw me face-down over the sofa, ass in the air. I felt his hands spreading my cheeks, and then a hot, rough tongue licking, salivating over my hole from top to bottom. I shivered, wanted to pull away, but Bruno held my wrists against the backrest.

—Still, princess. You’re going to learn what Bárbara felt. You’re going to know what a real cock breaking you open from the inside feels like.

Diego spat into his hand, lubed up his cock, and set the head at my entrance. He pushed slowly at first. I felt brutal, sharp pain, as if I were being split in two. I screamed into the cushion, and he laughed as he kept pushing.

—Open up, kid, open up. Let it all the way in. That’s it. That’s it.

He felt the muscle give, and then he buried himself to the hilt in one go. The scream rose from my stomach. I felt his balls slapping my ass, his pubis pressed against my cheeks, the whole cock jammed inside me. He started moving, first slowly, then with hard thrusts that made me slide against the sofa.

—Fuck, he’s so tight, the bastard! —Diego growled, gripping my hips—. Tighter than a virgin cunt. Bruno, come and try it.

Bruno came over and shoved his cock back into my mouth, all at once, to the throat. They fucked me from both ends, each moving at his own rhythm, laughing at every muffled moan that escaped me. I felt Diego speed up, hammering his pubis against my ass with increasingly brutal thrusts, while Bruno held my head and used my mouth like a sheath.

—I’m going to fill your ass, princess —Diego panted—. You’re going to know what it’s like to have a real man’s load inside you.

He pushed with everything he had, drove himself all the way in, and I felt him come inside me, one hot burst after another, pulsing, filling me. When he pulled out, a thick strand of semen ran down my thigh to the sofa. Without letting me breathe, Bruno stepped away from my mouth, turned around, and took his place. He entered me in one thrust, taking advantage of how open and slick I was from the other man’s cum.

—Fuck, it feels so good going in this easy —he moaned—. Nice and lubricated with my buddy’s semen.

He fucked me even more violently, yanking my hair, forcing my head up, while Diego sat in front of me and shoved his softened, dirty cock back into my mouth so I could clean it. They made me suck it, taste myself mixed with their cum, while Bruno kept pounding me from behind like an animal.

—Look at yourself, Mateo —Diego whispered, lifting my chin—. This is you. This is what your little boy dick is worth. Being a hole.

Bruno thrust hard, dug his nails into my hips, and came inside me too, with a low roar, pinning me to his body until the last drop. And somewhere in that humiliation, my own ridiculous dick, trapped against the sofa, let out a pathetic spurt of cum without either of them even touching me. I came like a dog, biting the cushion, while two men filled me from both sides.

They pulled out of me slowly, almost contemptuously. I felt the hot semen running down my thighs, my chin, soaking into the sofa fabric. I stayed on my knees, trembling, a rag doll.

—Lesson’s over, princess —Bruno said, fastening his belt—. Next time some woman tells you it’s small, you’ll know where to come.

They laughed, pulled up their pants, and left with a slam of the door. I stayed there, on the floor, legs spread, dripping someone else’s cum, feeling my ass burning and my cheeks wet with tears and saliva.

I got out of there at dawn, my shirt fastened wrong and a bitter taste that nothing would wash away. I don’t know if they broke me completely or if, in some twisted way, they gave me exactly what I’d gone there to ask for.

All I know is that, weeks later, when the phone lights up in the dark again and I fear it’s her, it isn’t the memory of Bárbara that makes my pulse race. It’s that hallway with four black doors.