His Greatest Downfall

I. Flashback

XOOX: Flashback I.

Brent Martin held his breath as he clamped a hand over a woman's mouth, pulling her against him with his other arm. He called her Sanya.

Her shriek was muffled and she flailed. Brent released Sanya with a chuckle. She was completely at his mercy out there in the dark woods. Camping vacation nilang magkakaibigan.

She turned to face him, eyes wide and chest heaving, hands clutching at her skirts. "You! Ginulat at tinakot mo 'ko nang sobra, Martin! Nakakainis ka talaga!" Maarte nitong sigaw, halos maiyak.

Brent grinned, reaching for her. "Shush, baka may makarinig. But we're supposed to kiss now."

Malambing at maalaga, ganoon palagi si Brent sa dalaga magmula no'ng magkakilala sila. Hindi nagbago 'yon kahit na anong mangyari at nangyari. Kahit na sinasabi pa mismo ng mga kaibigan niya na kung hindi siya ang nagbabago, pwes ang babae oo.

She stumbled away from him, backing into a tree.

Brent grabbed her by her arms before she could slip away and run, pressing his body against hers. She gasped and he kissed her, seizing the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue into her open mouth.

Her tongue rose to meet his for a moment before she twisted her face away with a gasp, trying to push him off her. Kahit anong pilit ni Sanya, kahit para na lang sa s*x ay hindi na niya magawang magpanggap.

Walang mali kay Brent bilang kasintahan pero 'yon ang point niya. Walang mali na para bang ito na ang pinaka perpekto at mabait na nobyo na nagkaro'n siya. At ayaw niya ng ganoon. Boring. Kaya naman naghanap siya ng iba.

Naghanap siya ng iba habang may relasyon pa sila. Ibang lalaki habang hindi nito nalalaman.

He grasped her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "I want you, Sanya."

"You're drunk. You're always drunk, Brent. Nakakairita ka!" Singhal niya kahit alam niyang siya ang posibleng rason nito. Alam ni Sanya na nararamdaman na ni Brent ang panlalamig niya at pinipili lang na h'wag iyon pansinin.

He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip, pressing his fully erect c**k against her.

"I can't stand watching other men and those other spoiled boys gawk and put their hands all over you. Can you please stop being so friendly to other guys? You were too friendly I'm starting to get jealous."

She arched her auburn brows, a sneer of her full lips. "Sinong magdidikta sa 'kin? A man like you?"

Hindi rin mayaman sa paningin niya ang binata, alam niyang may paninindigan ito at alam niya rin na gumagawa ito ng sariling pera at pangalan sa sarili niya imbis na tanggapin ang pera ng mga magulang. Isa 'yon sa naging ayaw niya rito.

"Alam mo bang gusto kong magpakasal sa mayaman na lalaki, Brent?"

He cupped her face, tracing the outline of her cheekbones with his thumbs. "If you wanted to get married, why didn't you say so? I'll marry you tonight."

She scoffed. "As if naman na may pera ka na para buhayin ako, o para gastusan ang kasal na gusto at pinapangarap ko. Mayroon ba? 'Di ba wala naman? Ayokong mapahiya sa mga kaibigan ko sa uri ng kasal na kaya mo lang i-afford sa ngayon. Minsan naiirita na nga ako sa 'yo, hindi ikaw ang standards ko."

He planted a soft kiss on her mouth, trying to hide how much her words wounded him. "I'm not rich or noble, but I can afford to put you up in a little home with a cook and housekeeper. I can give you children. A happy life, Sanya..."

She shoved him back, teeth bared. "What a fine father you would make! A drunk and a poor guy. 'Yong mga lalaki kanina na pinapalayo mo sa 'kin, mas naiisip ko pang deserve nila ako kaysa sa 'yo. My children would be happy with a father like them. Full bellies, nice clothes, an education! You'd snatch food from your children's mouths if it meant you could play cards!"

Her lilting Irish brogue emerged along with her fury.

"Please, kailan mo ba mage-gets? Are you really that fool?!"

He gently gripped her elbows, pulling her close. "A man foolish enough to love a woman whose heart is for sale."

He kissed her, sliding his hands up her arms to thread his fingers in her hair.

Her mouth opened beneath his, their tongues entwining in the darkness. His c**k strained painfully against the fabric of his breeches. He broke away from her, leaving a trail of kisses along her delicate jaw and down her throat. "I need you, Sanya. I love you and I want to make love with you. Hindi na tayo nagtatabi, hindi mo na rin ako binibigyan ng pansin."

The tops of her breasts were soft and cool against his hot mouth.

"You have to pull out like last time," she murmured, breathless. "I still hate you."

He pressed her against the tree, lifting her skirts over her hips, kneeling to kiss the insides of her firm thighs.

She moaned, bucking her hips toward his face.

He tore her underclothes away, a groan catching in his throat at her coppery hair. "Hold up your skirts."

Sanya did so with relish.

He ran his fingers through her coarse hair, chuckling at the wetness he found. "You want my c**k in you." He kissed her p***y lips.

She bit her lip, trying to stifle another moan.

"Tell me you want it," he said, voice husky with his own need.

She stared down at him, her hazel eyes glazed over with lust. Lust without any evidence of love.

"I want it, Brent Martin. I want you."

Brent spread her p***y lips apart, licking and sucking at her swollen c**t, his tongue swirling around her hard nub of flesh as she writhed against the tree, thrusting her hips against his face as she panted and moaned.

He marveled at the taste of her. When he slid a finger inside her dripping p***y, Sanya whimpered as he groaned.

He added another, curling his fingers against her tender flesh. "You're so tight."

She moaned in reply. Imagining and fantasizing other men in her mind. Not Brent, definitely not Brent Martin.

He swirled his tongue over her c**t in time with his thrusting hand. Within moments, her p***y contracted around him and she released her skirts to press her hands over her mouth to stifle the sound of her coming, the silky fabric falling over him. He kept going until she moved her hips away with a whine.

Brent chuckled as she lifted her skirts over his head, kissing her trembling thighs and kneading her ass. He stood, struck by her raw beauty, heightened by flushed cheeks and the pale moonlight. He kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth, making her taste her own desire.

Sanya broke the kiss to cup his groin, squeezing his hardness through his breeches.

"You have to pull out. Ayoko pang magkaro'n ng anak sa 'yo, no scratch that, ayoko talagang magkaro'n ng anak sa 'yo."

He growled against her ear. "I will." Hindi pinapansin kung paano siya nito insultuhin.

Mahal na mahal niya ang nobya, bukod doon ay ito lang din ang natatanging babae na gusto niyang makasama sa pagtatalik, wala ng iba pa.

Sanya undid the laces, pulling out his precum-dripping c**k to pump it in her fist. She looked into his eyes. "I want you. I want your thick c**k in me. Now."

With a groan, he spun her around.

She leaned against the tree, thrusting her ample ass against him. He slapped a pale cheek before gripping her hips, lining up with her entrance.

"Are you ready for me, Sanya? I missed you, I missed kissing you and holding you this tight."

"Just f**k me, Brent."

With a throaty growl, Brent slapped her other cheek before thrusting into her with one swift stroke. She pressed her ass against his groin, whimpering and moaning.

He pulled out of her before he lost control, panting like a dog. "You're so f*****g warm." He

slapped the head of his c**k on her ass cheek, the smacking sound driving him wild. "You're so f*****g wet. I missed you this bad. Damn."

She turned around to give him a teasing smile. "Quit talking and just f**k me."

He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back as he plunged into her. He grunted like a bull as he pumped in and out, her hot, silky cunt massaging his c**k. Her moaning and whimpering threatened to push him over the edge. He needed to make her come. He couldn't last much longer.

Brent Martin released her hair to reach around her waist, sliding his hand in between her legs so he could stroke her little nub as he thrusted, desperate to make her come. Finally, she pressed a hand over her mouth as her tight p***y squeezed his c**k, shuddering around him as she came.

With a strangled cry and his fingers still stroking her, he released a single spurt of seed into her cunt before he pulled out, grabbing his fat, glistening c**k, jerking rope after rope of hot come onto her firm ass. He grinned, smearing it over her skin with the still engorged head.

Sanya glanced back at him over her shoulder, her coyness replaced with pleading meekness. He stepped back, smoothing her skirts over her hips before he leaned over to kiss her face.

"Go back to your boy with my seed drying on your buttock."

He chuckled when she stiffened against him, trying to squirm away. He grabbed her arms to spin her around, forcing her to her knees. "Clean me up."

Sanya scowled, but she took his semi-hard c**k in her mouth, licking and sucking away her own juices from him. Brent groaned, gripping her hair and cupping her cheek as she slid her tongue under his foreskin.

Would the little seed he gave her take?

What would she look like all heavy and swollen with his child? She released him, showering his cockhead, balls, and thighs with light kisses before tucking him back inside his breeches, lacing them up.

Brent Martin pulled her to her feet for a deep kiss.

The bleat of the hunting horn ripped through the dark forest.

She tried to step back, but he grabbed her wrists. "Marry me, Sanya."

"Go away, Brent. Hindi ka pa ba masaya na magkarelasyon tayo? Oh well, parents mo lang naman palagi ang masaya sa 'ting dalawa."

She ripped away from him without a word, hurrying back to the rest house. She stopped to glance over her shoulder at him, her expression shrouded by the darkness, before disappearing to the night.

Sanay na si Brent pero hindi niya lang kaya pa maniwala na nagbago na ang babaeng minsan niyang minahal. Napatanong siya sa sarili, mali bang maging mabuting lalaki? Kailangan ba palaging maging masama para hindi ka pagsawaan at kaboringan?

XOOX: Flashback II.

"God, she is gorgeous," I thought to myself as I stared at Sanya from across the table at this small French restaurant a few blocks from her place.

Lit by a single candle, the dinner had been fantastic, and quite expensive, but it was our seventh monthsary and she had been hinting at this place for a while. Mamahalin na mga lugar talaga ang gusto niyang puntahan palagi.

"So, is my favourite nice guy ready for desert?" Sanya asked, idly twirling a lock of her long, wavy brown hair around her index finger and staring at me with her crystal blue eyes. Sanya had had a few glasses of red wine and he body language was definitely promising something that made me want to skip desert.

She was wearing a low cut, deep blue cocktail dress that highlighted her ample and perfectly formed breasts and hung on tightly around that swimmer body she knew drove me to distraction.

"I, uh, ... do you really mean desert, or are..."

Suddenly the phone she had left on the table lit up with the green bubble of a text message.

She always needed to keep it nearby in case her mother needed her urgently, so getting interrupted was pretty common, and always at the most inconvenient times. Palagi itong may kausap sa telepono pero alam kong ang nanay niya lang ang notification na 'yon.

"Ah well," Sanya said, "I need to step out for a moment anyways, two birds with one stone." She picked up her phone, pushed back her chair and stood up. She swayed a little as the wine hit her and she glanced at me with a smile.

"Hey, so I'm tipsy," she snickered, "and nice guys don't make fun of their girlfriends anyways."

She managed to keep it together and get most of the way to the women's room before having to grab some guy's chair for balance, but got the rest of the way without event.

I was left alone at the table. I pushed around the remainder of the food on my plate, not really hungry anymore. Not hungry for food, at any rate. Wow, Sanya looked like a calendar model tonight, or maybe, I thought wickedly, the 'before' look of a classy porno.

Sanya and I had met at a dog park that was a block away from each of our apartments.

She always said she could tell I was a nice guy from how I handled my puppy, Oliver. In fact, 'Nice Guy' was her nickname for me, which I really wasn't a fan of, but it seemed to make her happy.

Given that she was 24 and I was 20, she had mentioned a couple times about how "Nice Guys can turn into Mr. Rights, one day," so things were going pretty well between us.

We were seeing each other at least every second day, s*x perhaps once a week, so I'd started putting away for a diamond ring, just in case. Luckily, we'd started dating on the 2nd of May, so it was easy to remember anniversaries, and today was November 2nd which was a pretty long relationship for me. Girls had a tendency to drift away from relationships I was in, saying things like "it's not you, it's me," or "you're just so nice, you'll meet a better girl."

Just then, the women's room opened and Sanya came out, looking a little unsteady. She made her way over to our table and said "I'm so sorry, I'm feeling horrid, can you walk me back to my place?"

"Of course," I said, showing concern and trying to hide my disappointment that there was now a very slim chance I'd finish up the night peeling her out of that dress.

I left a modest stack of bills on the table, nodded to the hostess, looped my arm around Sanya's shoulders and we started the short walk back to her place.

"God, I'm so sorry," Sanya said, "that wine has hit me harder than I thought it would. I think I need to call it a night."

"It's alright," I said, some disappointment evident in my voice.

"Oh, you're such a nice guy," she said, "I promise I'll make it up to you." She tried to look and give me a wink but lost her balance, tripped and I caught her just before she went face-first into the sidewalk.

"Oh s**t!" she exclaimed, then looked down and said "oh f**k, my heel."

Her right shoe had its high heel hanging on by a thread.

"I got you," I said, and reached down, sliding one arm behind her (rather amazing) ass and lifted her up in both arms, like a groom carrying a bride across a threshold.

"Wow," she murmured, "aren't you romantic?"

I carried her the last block and deposited her back on her feet at the door to her apartment building.

"You're so good to me," she said.

"Well, you're worth every step," I panted. "Hey, you try carrying someone a full block and tell me you wouldn't be winded."

She, barefoot and much shorter than before, went up on her toes and kissed me lightly on the lips.

"Goodnight, nice guy. See you tomorrow for brunch maybe?" she asked.

"Uh, sure. Are you positive you don't need help getting upstairs?" I ventured, trying one last time to salvage tonight.

"Nah, I'm ok. See you tomorrow," and with that, she turned and went inside.

I was, again, left to my own devices, standing outside my girlfriend's apartment building, with half a hard-on and perhaps $250 less in my pocket.

"f**k it," I thought, "if I've got the night off, maybe Levi is around and wants to head out for some drinks."

I walked the few blocks to my building and buzzed Levi's place. He lived in the apartment below mine.

"Hello?" came Levi's voice from the speaker.

"Hey man, get down here, we're going for beers," I said.

"I *know* this can't be Brent, because he's supposed to be on a hot date with his girlfriend right now."

"f**k off, just get down here," I said in my best Sean Connery voice.

A few minutes later, Levi and I were sitting at the local pub, putting down pints.

"So, she gets a text, disappears to the bathroom, comes back and is all woozy?" Levi asked, the skepticism evident in his voice.

"Yeah," I said. "She's always got her phone out in case her mom needs her."

"Did you see who texted her or what it said?" asked Levi.

"No, actually," I said thoughtfully. "She's normally pretty quick to snap up her phone, and she's always got it on her. I guess she's just a private person."

"Well, at least she's less of a crazy than the girls that you wind up with from the club," Levi said. "Those relationships never last long or go well."

"It's a hazard of being a DJ," I said, "attracts the attention starved, self-centred girls."

"Yeah, and then when they see what a nice guy you are..." Levi trailed off, then quickly picked up his pint and took a long swig.

"What?" I asked. "What's wrong with being a nice guy?"

"Well," Levi said reluctantly, "I think you get taken advantage of, and then when the girl thinks she has it too easy she gets bored and drifts away. I've seen it a couple times now and I can tell when it starts happening. We'll all be out at brunch or something and I just get this... I don't know, call it an impression that the girl just gets bored with Nice Guy Brent."

"So, you figure I should be more of an asshole?" I asked.

"Hey," said Levi, "men have wondered since the dawn of time why hot chicks are drawn to assholes."

"Well," I lifted my pint, "here's hoping Sanya is the one and your next big challenge is how you'll find a tux that will fit that skinny ass so you can be my best man."

"Cheers to that," said Levi, and we clinked glasses for the first of many times that night.

***

It was about a week later, and I was sitting on Sanya's comfortable couch as she was cooking dinner for us. I was beating a level she was having trouble with on her PlayStation and she was telling me all about her day at work.

Suddenly, a buzz startles me from my concentration and I promptly got killed by an NPC. I looked down and saw that Sanya had left her phone on the coffee table, which was totally weird for her.

I ignored it and went back to try the level again. Sanya was sizzling up a storm in the kitchen so she couldn't hear the phone buzz. Oh well, she'll get it later.

I was deep in concentration again when it went off a second time. I paused the game and leaned over to pick it up. I felt guilty about it, but punched the home button to light up the screen.

"See you tomorrow, hot stuff, xoxo?"

What the f**k?

I put her phone back down on the table, quickly, just ask Sanya entered the room.

"Do you want Pasta or Angus beef?" she asked.

"Angus beef sounds awesome," I answered in a distracted voice.

"You ok?" she asked.

"I'm fine, just working hard on this level," I lied.

"You're such a nice guy to do that for me," she said. "You do the work in the game and I get to have all the fun later, amiright?" she laughed.

"Yeah," I said, "sure."

She looked at me for a moment, as if she wanted to say something more, then turned and went back to the kitchen.

As soon as she was gone I reached over and picked up her phone again. I hit the home button and re-read the text, then I noticed the contact's name and my heart both dropped and jumped into my mouth at the same time. The text was from a contact she had named 'f**k Toy', which sure as hell wasn't me, her boyfriend of 7 months.

Sanya and I were in a serious relationship, right?

This can't be what it looks like, because first off, she's, unfortunately, not that into s*x more than every now and then, and secondly, she's not the sort to use the term 'f**k Toy'. We're actually kind of vanilla in bed.

I've tried to push gently for more variety of positions, or maybe that we could ditch the condoms, but she always would interrupt me with, "but you're a nice guy, we have nice guy sex."

I felt like s**t about it, but I decided I would try to get to the bottom of this. I started going through a number of combinations for her passcode. I tried 1-2-3-4, a few other obvious combinations, and then though for a moment. 0-2-2-7... presto!

"Really, Sanya, you locked your phone with your birthday?" I shook my head. "Well, let's see who 'f**k Toy' is."

I called up her texts and of course, the offending message was on top. I tapped it and hoped to hell this turned out to be nothing. My heart sank as I realized I was now scrolling through weeks of sexting with some guy.

Sometimes it was generally flirty, and other times there were d**k pics and other times some pretty amazing selfies of Sanya in lingerie.

I was scrolling backwards when I saw a pic that at once caused my c**k and heart to harden all at once.

"Thanks for a great night," she had texted, right after a selfie with c*m all over her face. I mean, as far as porn goes, this photo was f*****g gold, but as far as my relationship goes, it was sent on November 2nd. Our 7th month anniversary, just two hours after I dropped her off at her apartment. I guess I now knew who had texted her at the French restaurant that night.

I continued scrolling backwards through their conversation that night.

(f**k Toy): Hey, we on for tonight?

(Sanya): Hold on, I'm at the French restaurant with Mr. Missionary

(f**k Toy):Well, get him to pay up and hurry to your place before my c**k explodes

(Sanya): Oh it's going to explode alright, and I bet I know where. See you in 30 minutes.

I was stunned. I was speechless. I was heartbroken that she had done this to me, and at the same time I was kinda pissed that she'd always insisted I c*m in a condom and absolutely never anywhere like on her face. "That's for assholes," she'd said to me once when I had had the balls to bring it up.

"Levi, Levi needs to see this," I thought to myself, in a daze.

I took out my own phone and started shooting video. "This is what my girlfriend has been up to," I narrated quietly in a deadpan voice. I recorded video as I scrolled slowly through all the texts and pics my supposed girlfriend had been sending this asshole. Pics of her t**s, pics of her ass, and even one with a few fingers up her p***y.

'f**k Toy' had even sent back a couple of shots along with texts like "thanks for last night," and "you give amazing head." One pic had Sanya on her knees from his point of view, with his c**k in her mouth. Some others had her face covered in c*m, giving two thumbs up and smiling while his d**k was poking at her cheek.

"It's ready!" she called from the kitchen.

"So am I," I thought grimly.

I sat with her through dinner as she made 99% of the conversation. I answered with various grunts, and the occasional "oh really?"

Once we were finished she looked me dead in the eye.

"I think I owe you some serious time in the bedroom after bailing on you last week," she said coyly. "Just wait here while I get set up, I have something special for our belated anniversary.

She got up and sauntered into her room.

I quickly left the table and went to the couch to grab her phone. I unlocked it again, turned off the passcode, called up one of the images with c*m on her face, then slipped her phone into my pocket.

"Ok!" she called, "come on in!"

I walked over to her bedroom door and stopped just before opening it. I thought about what she had done to me, and wondered what I should be doing about it. I also thought, with my hardening c**k, that this was an opportunity to get off one more time before breaking up with her, although a normal breakup just didn't seem to be enough to balance the scales, given what she'd done to me.

She had betrayed me.

She had played me like a sucker.

She had me footing the bill while she would go home and suck another guy's c**k, all while calling me a 'Nice Guy'.

I flashed back to the movie we had watched a few weeks ago where the character's big line was "You get what you f*****g deserve."

In that moment, I decided on how I was going to handle this.

"Ok," I thought to myself, "maybe now I am the asshole."

I took out my phone and started recording, my only partly formed plan was to capture her face when I busted her.

I opened the door to her bedroom, slowly. She was naked and much to my surprise, had handcuffed herself loosely to the bedposts. Damn she looked good. My c**k started filling out my jeans even though I was seriously f*****g pissed off and heartbroken. Yeah, I should definitely f**k her before confronting her, I thought.

"Surprise!' she said happily. "I thought you would... wait, we've never talked about s*x tapes, I don't think..."

"Oh come on, it's a special night," I said.

"Fine," she assented, clearly not happy about it, "but let's delete it after we watch it once we're done?"

"Sure," I lied.