Cucked By Dungeon Master Ch 07

*WARNING: This story part contains male on male sexual contact!*

------KRISTEN------

So the next little bit after the night Ben watched Mark and I was wild. The next day, Mark stayed for awhile. I was giving Ben a morning blowjob for being so good the night before when Mark knocked on the door. He was completely naked when I invited him in and Ben immediately fell back into his nearly catatonic state as I returned to sucking him. Mark took me from behind and it really felt like putting a bow on everything that had happened. Also, having two cocks in you (even if one is far more impressive) feels incredible.

Of course, Ben didn't last long like this. So Mark and I fucked on Ben's bed, while he laid there and stroked himself hard. Ben tried to get me to suck him again but Mark told him it wasn't a three-some thing we were doing. When Mark was inside of me, he owned me. So I asked Ben to leave the room, and he left without arguing like the good boy he really is. I think he learned his lesson.

Mark and I fucked for about an hour or so while Ben jerked off in the hallway. Once we wrapped up Mark got his stuff together, said his goodbyes, gave me a little kiss and an ass slap and left me naked and soaking wet with Ben. I fucked Ben immediately, and he quickly added his cum to Marks mess inside of me. It seems like this cuck stuff got him REALLY excited because he was blowing much faster. I didn't even care that his cock didn't feel as good as it did before Mark. The lust-drunk look on his face and the insane pleasure this was all giving him got me so turned on.

Once I got that out of my system. We settled down and talked about things. I admitted to him that Mark and I did fuck in the living room the night Ben sent me out there to have him touch my breasts. And we fucked the day after too. And the day after that, lol. I admitted that the pictures and videos were all taken while I was with Mark. To my shock, he admitted that he knew.

He explained that he had suspicions with some of what I had sent, and that the video pushed him over the edge. He told me he came by my apartment while I was fucking Mark and heard me through the walls. And after that, he realized he would do whatever he could to not lose me. He really thought I would leave him for MARK!

I explained as clearly as I could that I don't love Mark, I don't even really like him that much. But that I would continue fucking him for as long as I was physically able. I didn't know what I would do if Ben were to give me an ultimatum like, "Stop fucking Mark or we're done." But part of me thinks I likely would have told Ben I've stopped, but just cheat on him instead. I had the best of both worlds, I had tasted it. I couldn't just give that up.

Regardless, I did my best to make it clear to him that I LOVE HIM. Mark is just the fuck-god that sets my body and mind on fire. It also seemed pretty clear that Mark wasn't the type to 'date' anyone seriously, so I do believe Ben believed me.

I could tell Ben was still uneasy with everything. They way he behaved when Mark was around was like complete silent submission. Whether he was in awe and arousal like I was, or just embarrassed and ashamed remained to be seen. Eventually, Ben would get better about this, but it took awhile.

I did blow his fucking mind though about Jen (Tom's girlfriend) and Lindsay (Caleb's ex and previous dungeon master). It took him a little while to do the math and realize that Mark was currently fucking all of the women who had ever been in our DnD group. He started pitching a tent in his pants when I mentioned Jen though. Of course he did. I felt a little jealousy shoot through me.

Look, maybe I was a little salty when I first described Jen. I am indeed bisexual, and I do prefer more curvy ladies like myself. But Jen is gorgeous. She's a bit taller than me, almost Ben's height, dark hair and pale skin. And just that kind of effortless, natural, beauty. She was always dressed to downplay her body when I saw her, but she had nice tits (not as big as mine, but still very nice) and a slim-thick type body that's all the rage now. She comes across as plain, but just the most attractive possible version of plain you can imagine if that makes sense.

"Oooohhh, you like thinking about Jen huh?" I asked, massaging his cock over his shorts.

"No what, it's... just that..." He stumbled over his words.

"She's hot babe, I get it." I said, pushing aside the feeling of jealousy. Mark just had his fucking cock buried inside of me while I screamed bloody murder. Couldn't exactly get pissed at Ben for thinking a cute girl is cute.

I pulled his cock back out of his shorts. We honestly might as well be naked in this house 24/7 these days. And started stroking him, knowing exactly how to tease him.

"Are you imagining her naked? You can tell she's got big tits right? Even underneath what she usually wears." I sat close to him on the couch and stroked him gently.

"Aw, fuck." Ben moaned.

"Can you imagine us pushing our tits together? Kissing? We could both suck your cock, treat you like a king." I teased, letting a trail of spit drip on his cock as I stroked.

"Fuck baby, goddamn, that's hot." He spoke through heavy breaths.

"But you know that's not for you right?" I removed my hand from his cock, "You don't get to touch other women. You understand that?"

I trailed one finger around his aching cock.

He groaned in frustration, "Yes ma'am"

"Good boy." I said softly, "Only Mark gets to fuck whoever he wants. God, can you imagine him fucking Jen? He might break her. Daddy Mark slamming into her little body while I kiss her and play with her tits? We'd have so much fun, without you." I stroked him again, faster.

It wasn't long before he exploded in my hand, thinking about Mark fucking me and Tom's girlfriend. Ben was FULLY under the spell, enthralled by Mark and the power he had to make otherwise faithful women stray. He says he only loves how I act when I'm being fucked by Mark, but I've seen the way he stares at Mark's heavy cock when it bounces free from my pussy. He's as hypnotized by him as I am. Little did I know at the time just how obsessed he would become.

We spent the rest of the day normally. Talking off and on about what had happened, what we'd like to happen, how to navigate certain situations etc. But I will say, the thought of being with Jen did something to me. It had been awhile since I did anything with a woman. And I KNOW Ben wouldn't be against it.

Can you cuck your man with another woman? Why not, right? Making it happen, though? That would be a whole difficulty in itself. I didn't even know if Jen liked women. I made a mental note to text her more, and I did in the coming week. It actually wasn't hard to draw out of her that she is attracted to women as well, but I'll leave that thread of our story for another time.

Another week passed. Mark came over and fucked me in front of Ben again on a weekday, and it seemed like Ben was getting more comfortable and less catatonic when watching his friend re-arrange my organs. DnD day rolled around again, and I'll let Ben take over because he has some insights he'd like to share lol.

------BEN------

It's amazing how quickly you can get used to something. What just last week was a stomach turning and terrifying thought became almost acceptable. Did it still kill me inside to watch the woman I love get her brains fucked out as Mark aggressively fucked her just inches from me? Yes. But it would be a lie to say I didn't enjoy it to some degree.

Kristen was clearly having the time of her life. I had never seen her scream and cry from pleasure on my dick, not like this. I had never seen that animalistic hunger in her eyes that Mark brought out of her. He made me feel small, weak, less of a man. And goddamnit, I kind of liked that too. It felt horrible, obviously, being emasculated in front of the woman I loved. But it would be a lie to say there wasn't something exciting about it. Something primal and palpable. This is the most confusing fucking kink, I swear.

Mark wouldn't have her love, but he could have her body. It hurt knowing I couldn't satisfy Kristen in every possible way. But Mark couldn't satisfy her need for love and affection, so that's something right? Maybe that's just the last gasps of my bruised ego reaching for something to grasp on to. The fact of the matter was Mark didn't want that part of her, he didn't want or need her love and affection. The only parts of Kristen Mark wanted, he took. I wanted all of Kristen, but could not have it. That was the true difference between us. If I wanted any part of Kristen, I would need to be comfortable with that.

The most uncomfortable part of all of this, was Mark. Kristen and I could have our conversations, separate the sex from real life to some degree. But would that even be possible with Mark? Kristen and I can pretend that Mark is just the sex toy we use to enact this 'fantasy' together, but how weak that reasoning must look from Mark's perspective. He was fucking my girlfriend, with my knowledge, in front of me. Hell, he's fucking Tom's girlfriend and Caleb's ex as well. His dominance over the situation was clear. To say we were just using him was clearly false, he was using whatever he wanted.

So, on the morning of our next DnD session, I was nervous. How the fuck am I supposed to look this dude in the eye? How can I pretend like everything is cool between us? How can I act like the normal version of myself when Mark is going to be pumping my girlfriend full of his cum minutes after everyone leaves? And the knowledge that Jen is fucking him too, and neither Tom nor Caleb know that our good buddy Mark is pounding all of the women we love? It's a lot to deal with.

Naturally, I was jerking off in my room thinking about Kristen, Mark, Jen, Lindsay, and the absolute dominance this man had taken over my life in the short time he had been in it. So color me surprised when a knock came at my door about 30 minutes before Kristen said she would show up. Normally, she was the first one over on DnD days, but a lot of things would be different today. I tucked my dick away and ran to the door, prepared to open it to whatever unreasonably sexy outfit Kristen had chosen.

Instead, I stood in my doorway staring at Marks large frame and beaming smile.

"Hey buddy! I had nothing going on so I figured I'd show up early today! We probably need to talk anyway, right?" He said, cheerfully, as he stared at me. Judging by his disposition you'd have no clue what is actually happening behind the scenes.

"Oh, uh, hey man yeah come on in." I said, feeling flustered and a little scared if I'm being honest.

I looked down and moved to the side as Mark passed by me. He set his things down on the table as I closed the door.

"I don't want you to feel bad about anything that's happening man, I still like playing DnD and hanging out with you. It's just we have this other thing we do now too, right? Just thought it was important that we have a man to man chat, get it all out in the open." He said, voice dripping in smooth confidence, as if we're talking about a minor disagreement we had and not the earth-shattering orgasms he gives the woman I love right in front of me.

"Yeah. No that makes sense. I don't want anything to be weird when we play DnD or anything like that." I squeaked out. I mean what the fuck am I supposed to say? While I did think it was important for there not to be any awkwardness between us, this was territory I never thought I'd have to traverse.

"Exactly!" Mark started, before sitting down in a chair and gesturing me to follow him, "Sit down bud."

Mark was sat at the head of the table where the DM normally sits. So I walked over and pulled out a chair next to him before sitting down. I couldn't help but note the painful symbolism of this man sitting at the head of the table in my own house.

"So I just want to be totally honest with you, Ben. I like fucking Kristen a lot. She's a fucking freak and it's like she has been sexually pent up her entire life and she's finally able to blow off some steam with me. That's part of why I like nerdy girls, they've almost never been with someone who has a big dick and knows how to use it." Mark began, sounding like he was matter-of-factly explaining how the world works.

There was a sting of pain when he implied I don't have a big dick or know how to use it. How could I fucking argue with the results though? Judging by decibel level alone, Kristen made the difference clear. I didn't know how to reply to that, and he took my silence as a queue to continue.

"And we're not going to stop fucking. I think that's pretty obvious. As much as I like you as a person, you don't really have a say in that. She's an independent woman who makes her own choices, you know? So it's really just about what choice you want to make." He asked looking at me expectantly.

"I... guess I don't understand. I know she enjoys... fucking you." I said the last part quietly, pushing through the emasculation "What do you mean my choice?"

Mark laughed, "You always have a choice man!"

"I chose to fuck your girlfriend. She chose to cheat on you. You COULD have chosen to break up with her, tell me to fuck off, but you didn't. Instead, on two occasions so far, you've chosen to watch and jerk your dick. Shit I'm getting hard just thinking about it." He said, scooting his chair to the side and adjusting himself under the basketball shorts he was wearing.

My eyes couldn't help but drift to his cock as he adjusted himself. He was indeed getting hard sitting here, I saw the thick outline of his shaft snake around in his shorts as he moved it to lay flat against his leg. He spoke again, snapping my eyes back to him.

"And you chose to ogle my cock again. Don't think I haven't noticed. It's obvious you like watching Kristen's reaction to what this thing does to her." He gripped his cock through his shorts and shook it, my eyes darting down to it before snapping back to his, "but I get the feeling you might be interested in it too."

I sat there dumbfounded. What the fuck was he talking about? He thinks I'm interested in his cock? I mean, sure there's a large part of me that enjoys watching Kristen lose her mind on it. I like watching her stroke his girthy shaft and struggle to take it into her mouth. The intense pleasure she garners from working it into her pussy or throat. The power his cock held was obvious, but to say I was interested in it?

I realized my own cock was straining against my pants, and adjusted myself.

Mark noticed, and laughed.

"Yeah that's what I thought. It's cool man. I like my cock too, and so does over half of our DnD group apparently so you're in good company." He said, still holding his cock over the material of his shorts.

"I'm not gay man." I said, feeling offended, "This whole thing is a mindfuck and I don't totally understand why any part of this turns me on, or why I like to watch. But I'm not interested in your cock."

"Okay, okay relax man, did I ever call you gay? No. But it's normal to be fascinated by something like this." Mark said standing up, he hooked his thumbs into his waistband and allowed them to pull his shorts down as he stood up.

His cock lay, half-hard, girthy and engorged just a foot or two away from me. It was the closest I had ever been to it. My first reaction was disgust. Why was this dude taking his cock out in front of me? But that feeling quickly faded as I stared at it. Mark sat back down as I continued gazing, he grabbed the base and rolled it around while slowly stroking it.

"Jesus man! Put that thing away" I said, feigning the disgust I initially felt, but my eyes remained locked with his manhood. I hated that he was right, but I was fascinated by it. The way he swang that thing around and stroked it in front of me with all the confidence in the world was insane to me. Never before would I have imagined sitting next to a friend and he just takes his cock out and starts stroking it, but a lot of things that weren't 'normal' were happening lately.

"Come on Ben, don't act like you're disgusted by it." He gripped it harder and continued stroking. I tried to hold his eyes by my gaze kept slipping back towards it, "This talk is getting me hard and these shorts are restrictive."

His confidence and comfort, the impressive enormity of the thing he was holding, thinking about that thing turning my girlfriend into a drooling slut. Goddamn I'll admit it, it was hot being in it's presence. My cock strained in my pants and I pushed it into a more comfortable position through the fabric.

"See bro! I know you like looking at it. It's not gay to admire my cock. With how your girlfriend reacts to it, I think it would be stranger if you didn't like it on some level. You look uncomfortable, why don't you pop that thing out." Mark said, gesturing to the tent I was pitching as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

My mind jumped to the thought of Mark's sexuality. He had to be gay or bi if he was so eager to get my cock out. And while he's currently stroking his? This whole thing had gotten so weird so fast. But, goddamn he wasn't lying. I never thought of myself as gay or bi, never found another man attractive. But there was something about this cock that he was playing with that was so deeply arousing. Was it the knowledge of where it has been? What it has done? What it so easily turned my girlfriend into?

I thought about all of this over the course of the few seconds after Mark spoke. But my body moved on instinct. In slow, trance-like movements I pulled my hard cock from my pants and let it stand in the open air. It felt good to have it free of my pants, but once I had my full length out the difference between us was more obvious than it had ever been.

"Good boy! See that's not so bad right? We've both seen each other's dicks before. No reason to sit in pain if we're both hard. But, now, back to the idea of what choices you need to make" Mark began, stroking his cock and it began to grow in his hand.

"You've chosen to gaze at my cock through my pants, you've chosen to continue looking at it now that it's out, and after a smallllll push from me you're now stroking your dick while you look at mine." Mark teased and I realized what I was doing. Fuck, he's right, watching him stroke his cock was hypnotizing and I was rubbing mine just looking at it. The fuck is wrong with me? I pulled my hand from my dick and met his eyes.

"You've chosen to accept being a cuck, but what kind of cuck will you be?" Mark asked, pointing his cock towards me and stroking it in my direction.

"It's not... I just..." I mumbled, trying to put together a thought that could make sense of my actions that wasn't 'I couldn't help but jerk off looking at your enormous cock.'

"Ben! It's okay! There's no one else here, it's just us man. And honestly it's nothing to be embarassed about. But if you want me to keep your fascination a secret we can. On one condition." Mark smiled at me, never stopping his constant stroking.

"My cock is a little dry. Be a good boy and help me out with that." He said, staring daggers at me, it felt like he saw a secret that existed in the depth of my soul.

I jumped out of my seat, my cock still hard and pointing directly at him now.

"You want me to suck your cock dude? What the fuck is this?" I asked, shocked. Was this his plan? To come over early and get me to suck his dick? What the fuck was going on? Is fucking my girlfriend not enough for this fucking guy?

"That's not what I meant, I mean I won't say no" He laughed, "but maybe you could spit on it. Lube me up a little, buddy. Then I'll keep your secret."

Absolutely fucking bananas. Still, that's easier to stomach than what I thought he was saying. Better than trying to fit that fucking monster in my mouth. My cock twitched at the thought of trying to wrap my lips around it, and I had to forcefully rip my mind from obsessing over that thought. If the other option is all my friends knowing I liked looking at Mark's cock, spitting on it was a much more palatable option.