THE PERFECT CUCKOLD; Chapter 4: The Betrayal

Happy New Year to everyone!!

Here I leave you chapter 4 of the story between Sebas and Mateo... what do you think of this new chapter and what happens to Mateo? I read you and if you continue to like it, I will continue publishing the next chapters.

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The days following Saturday were a mixture of pleasant torment for Mateo. Every moment of wakefulness was interrupted by brief, obsessive flashes of the session: Marcel's enormous hands holding him against the wall, that deep voice ordering him to count the lashes, the feeling of total helplessness when he stepped on his head while fucking him like an animal…

—Honey, are you okay? —Sebas asked, seeing his boyfriend distracted while they ate together.

—Yes, sorry, love... it's just that I've had a problem at work today and I couldn't stop thinking about how to solve it.

The first distractions and thoughts grew more frequent in the young man, and on the third night after Saturday, Marcel appeared in Mateo's vivid dreams while Sebas softly snored beside him, unaware of the mental storm that was unfolding in his boyfriend's head.

He was... where was he... a dark room... no, his apartment... Marcel lived in a high-ceilinged apartment... everything smelled like him... that masculine scent that...

"Wake up, puppy" the deep voice resonated from somewhere...

Mateo opened his eyes in the dream and was naked, tied to a massive bed... no, not tied... chained... heavy chains on his wrists and ankles that...

"Did you miss me?" Marcel appeared naked, his massive cock swaying as he walked towards the bed... 24 centimeters of...

"Yes... yes, sir, a lot..." Mateo heard his own voice, broken with need...

Marcel's hands traveled his bound body, pinching his nipples, causing pain mixed with... "You're mine, little puppy. Only mine. Your boyfriend will never... never understand you like..."

Marcel positioned himself over him, his enormous cock seeking his entry... "Tell me who your owner is while I break your cunt..."

"Marcel... Marcel is my owner... break me... use me like..."

The penetration was brutal, without preparation, Marcel thrusting his entire cock in one push while Mateo screamed, mixing pain and ecstasy... "Like that, bitch, scream my name... let the whole building know who's tearing you in two...". Mateo saw his own hole open, huge, pink, drilled by a thick, veiny black member that also took over his mind, while Sebas, tied up in the closet, gagged with Marcel's large, sweaty black boxers, moaned, wanting to get out.

Mateo woke up, moaning "Marcel!" with a painful erection, soaking his black slips with preseminal fluid. His heart was racing, and sweat beaded on his perfect body. For a moment, he didn't know where he was. Reality hit him like a slap: he was in his bed, with Sebas sleeping beside him. He looked at him in silence f...