THE PERFECT CUCKOLD; Chapter 3: The Master's Mark

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Sebas noticed how, with each passing minute, he was losing control of the situation he himself had created. He had never seen Mateo so submissive, so ecstatic about the pleasure of being just two obedient holes, while Marcel had taken control of his boy, and in part, of himself, as soon as he had crossed the threshold.

After more than an hour and a half, the dominant black man had barely taken his cock out of his zipper without even having to undress. It was then, after almost two hours of using his boyfriend as he pleased, that he saw him take off his shirt with confidence and fierceness. He threw it away, followed by his pants, which didn't hide any underwear.

"Do you know what you are, little puppy?" Mateo asked once he was naked in front of him.

"No... sir," Mateo whispered, trembling under Marcel's touch.

"You're a toy. My toy. And toys obey without thinking, right?" His hands went down to Mateo's chest, caressing the nipples that hardened immediately. "Tell me you're my toy."

"I'm... I'm your toy, Sir," Mateo responded with a voice that Sebas had never heard, loaded with desperate need.

Marcel smiled and suddenly grabbed Mateo by the waist, lifting him off the ground as if he weighed nothing. The demonstration of pure strength made Mateo moan, his legs instinctively wrapping around Marcel's massive waist.

"Do you see this, Sebas?" said the black man, holding Mateo in the air with ease. "This is what your boyfriend needs. Real power."

Sebas was left speechless, seeing how his boyfriend clung to Marcel as if he were the lifeline he had been searching for. Marcel took him to the wall and leaned him against it, maintaining a position that Sebas could never achieve.

"Now you're going to feel what it's like to have a real cock, puppy," Marcel growled in Mateo's ear as he stroked his enormous anaconda, seeking Mateo's timid and rosy hole.

The penetration was controlled at first. Marcel knew exactly how to handle a submissive, how to give him the right amount of pain mixed with pleasure that would make him addicted. And he was clear that if a inexperienced submissive was penetrated abruptly, he would be left without enjoying that ass for a long time.

As Marcel introduced his thick glans, Mateo rolled his eyes back and started to moan instinctively. As he introduced it further, the moans turned into screams, and these, in turn, into sobs. However, all three were symbols of total liberation.

"Oh God, Sir!" Mateo moaned while Marcel fucked him against the wall, each thrust making him bounce like a doll on his hands.

Being elevated, Mateo couldn't stop the tool that was drilling his ass, as his hands couldn't reach ...