THE PERFECT CUCKOLD; Chapter 9: The Revelation

This story is reaching its end, here I leave you the second-to-last chapter. I hope you like it, I'll read you.

At 9:00 PM sharp, Mateo rang the doorbell of Marcel's apartment with his heart racing. He had carefully chosen each garment: the jeans that perfectly marked his ass, the white shirt that Marcel adored, a fine silver necklace with a key pendant, and under his pants, the chastity cage that kept him in a constant state of submission.

Marcel opened the door with a smile that Mateo couldn't interpret. There was something different in his eyes, a new intensity.

"Puppy," Marcel murmured, taking Mateo's face between his hands and kissing him softly. "I have the most special gift I've ever given you."

"I always trust you," Mateo replied, melting under that dark gaze.

Marcel led him to the living room and stopped in front of the leather sofa.

"Kneel here. Close your eyes. I want it to be a perfect surprise."

Mateo obeyed without hesitation, feeling that familiar thrill of excitement as he put himself in a submissive position. Marcel moved behind him, and Mateo felt something silky covering his eyes.

"Marcel?"

"Shh. Trust me."

His hands brushed against Mateo's neck to remove the necklace and take the key to the chastity cage. The contact of his strong hands, along with knowing that the chastity of his member now belonged only to Marcel, excited him so much that his cock began to hurt. Then he felt something cold around his neck. Soft leather, but firm. A collar, from which a plaque hung that read: Puppy.

"It's beautiful," Marcel whispered in his ear. "Made especially for you."

The metallic sound of a leash attaching to the collar made Mateo shudder with anticipation.

"Yes, follow me like that, love. I want to take you to your gift."

Marcel gently pulled on the leash, and Mateo found himself moving on all fours through the apartment, following his master's guidance. He stopped in what he assumed was the center of the living room. At that moment, the doorbell rang again.

Marcel smiled as his enormous cock began to stir.

"Wait here. Don't move. I'll be right back."

Sebas arrived anxiously for another session with Marcel. They had spent weeks where he no longer pretended to be concerned about learning to be a better dominant. His submission to his black master had him obsessed.

As the door opened, he saw a perfectly dressed Marcel. A gray jacket, the same color as his pants, and a black shirt half-unbuttoned. With a gesture, he indicated that Sebas should not speak.

"Today your training will end, Sebas. And I have a gift," Marcel whispered in Sebas' ear, completely horny.

Marcel pulled out a black silk blindfold from his pocket.

"Close your eyes. Trust me, this will change your life forever."

Sebas obeyed, feeling how the blindfold covered his vision. Then,...