Cucked By Dungeon Master Ch 08

*WARNING: This chapter contains male on male sexual contact!*

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

Okay, I'll admit, it was a bit risky playing with Mark while people were IN THE HOUSE. I'm not above admitting I made a mistake. But goddamn when I came in and saw that fucking cock sitting out and waiting for me, I needed to get my mouth around it. When the knock came at the door, I didn't want to stop either. Once the train starts running, there's no stopping it.

Ben did a good job keeping everyone busy while I got my dick fix, and I think we were convincing enough when we greeted Jen and Tom. At least as far as Tom was concerned. Jen definitely fucking knew what was up. I took a sick satisfaction in knowing I didn't have to hide anything from Ben like she did from Tom.

She texted me the next day, and made it clear she knew. I returned the favor and she cursed Mark for letting it slip. Whoops. Still, she couldn't have been too upset because about a month after this, her and I gave Mark a little birthday present I'm sure he'll always remember. That's a story for another time though.

The game went smoothly that night, at least as far as I was concerned. Did I get more touchy feely, and flirty with Mark while in character? Absolutely. But nothing that drew too much suspicion I don't think. Ben's friends just saw me as a flirty lil devil and that's fine by me.

Regardless, no further red flags were raised as far as I could tell, and a few hours later everyone was packing up to leave. Which was good, because the little quickie earlier wasn't holding me over and I felt like I had a slip 'n' slide between my legs thinking about what Mark was going to do to me later. I had a little plan to get some extra aggression out of him I was excited to enact.

Mark was squeezing my ass as we all waved goodbye to the last of our friends. When the door closed he turned to grab me and I backed up slapping his hands away. I wanted him to grab me, my pussy was fucking aching for it, but I needed a little fight.

"That was dangerous, earlier, Mark! They could have found out!" I yelled at him, trying my best to seem upset and serious.

"Please, you fucking wanted it too. Didn't see you complaining then." Mark said, stepping towards me.

"She's right man that was too fucking close" Ben said, injecting himself into my plan.

"Oh my god, shut up Ben! Or you can go to your room." I snapped back, I didn't give a fuck about being caught in this moment, I had a plan to enact.

Ben got quiet and looked down at his shoes, I felt a small pang of guilt for reacting that way, but we were too deep now.

"You can't just take me whenever you want." I said, feeling exactly the opposite.

"Oh I can't?" Mark asked, taking another step towards me and reaching out towards my arm, I slapped his hand away.

"Hey man she said back off." Ben chimed in and I snapped my head in his direction to tell him to shut up.

The words never had a chance to leave my mouth, Mark had shot out one deliciously strong arm and slammed it into my throat, gripping hard. He pushed me backwards into the table, my feet clumsily stumbling beneath me, and slammed me down face-up on the table we were just playing on.

"You're being a feisty little bitch right now, aren't you?" Mark said, leaning over me as he tightened his grip on my throat.

"DUDE!" Ben shouted, but I couldn't see him. He knows well enough not to even try to get physical with Mark.

"SIT DOWN CUCK!" He yelled, "She's just playing hard to get, isn't that right, Princess?"

My face felt swollen with the blood that was pooling there due to his grip on me but I couldn't help but let a smile spread across it. He knew me too well. Red-faced, smiling, and breathless, I shook my head. Not gonna get it out of me that easy.

He was happy to play ball. His other hand quickly, sharply, shot across my face with a hard slap and I nearly had an out of body experience. I felt the wetness on my inner thighs as he - still gripping my throat - pulled me down the edge of the table so my ass and legs were hanging off of it.

"Take my shorts off for me, Ben. Your bitch needs a lesson." Mark commanded and I heard a quick scuffle as Ben knowingly facilitated the aggressive fucking I was about to receive. While Ben was taking Marks shorts off, Mark ran his hand to my cleavage and yanked the stretchy material down to let my tits spill out. He delivered a few rough slaps to each before I felt his hard cock line up with my pussy.

He leaned over me and whispered in my ear, the added pressure on my neck made the room feel fuzzy in the most incredible way.

"You can stop pretending now. You got me in a 'fuck you up' kind of mood, well done."

I smiled again and felt him thrust himself inside of me, I was fucking soaked and he slid in with no resistance. Immediately I felt an orgasm pour over me and my mind went dark.

He must have released his grip on my neck at some point, because when I regained consciousness of the room around me he was thrusting HEAVILY, inside of me, one nipple squeezed and twisted between his fingers. I was coughing and breathing loudly as oxygen flooded back inside of my body.

"Who owns this fucking pussy, bitch?" Mark said as I came to.

"Oh my god you Daddy only you forever thank you" I slurred out in a cock-drunk scramble.

I didn't know how long I was out for, but as my head swung to one side I caught a glance of Ben sitting on a chair with his cock out, pale as a ghost and looking worried.

I remember thinking, 'that's what a man looks like baby, that's how a man establishes dominance'. A sick thought, but not untrue in this instance. Mark continued slamming into me, slapping me, choking me over and over and over for what felt like an hour before he was ready to cum.

He grabbed me by the throat again and yanked me off the table. My body was fucking jelly and I collapsed on the floor. He reached down and pulled me up into a sitting position by my hair and I instinctively went to take him in my mouth. He pulled my head back.

"Only good girls get cum inside of them. Maybe next time, Princess." He said and I looked up at him, feeling deeply disappointed, just in time to watch the first of many ropes shoot over my face. I held my mouth open, hoping to get a taste of him as he painted my face with a series of warm pumps of cum.

"Up." He commanded when the last shot was fired and I followed his command. He dragged me over, roughly to were Ben was sitting, "Kiss your cuck."

Ben looked a thousand miles away as I straddled him, making sure not to let his cock touch my pussy and leaned in to kiss him. It took him a second to catch on, maybe he was just getting used to the taste and feeling of cum pressing into his lips and face, but I kissed him deeply, until Mark commanded otherwise.

"Up." He said again, and I obeyed, standing up and getting off of Ben.

"Go clean up. I'm not done with you yet." He instructed and I walked off to the bathroom to clean the cum from my body for Daddy.

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

I had been rough with Kristen. I had seen Mark be rough with her. But this was something else entirely.

I would have been tempted to call this abuse. Call the cops and put an end to it. If it weren't for Kristen's smiles and moans as Mark choked her until she passed out and slapped her all over. She fucking loved it, she loved what he was doing, she wanted him to do it.

I had never seen a man treat a woman like this. He exerted his power over her completely, forced her into positions to satisfy him however he wanted, regardless of what she said she wanted, Mark knew. They had some unspoken connection and agreement I could not understand.

Despite how I intellectually felt about what I was seeing at first my cock was POUNDING in my pants. By the time Kristen had passed out on the table while Mark was slamming inside of her I had my dick out, stroking. Watching him throw my woman around and fuck her brains to mush sent me into a spiral where only two things were obvious.

I could never give Kristen what Mark could. And if I couldn't do that, I wanted what she was having.

A sick and twisted thought. As if getting the same treatment Mark was giving her was my only way of taking part in this absolutely incredible spectacle of domination and lust.

I was lost in this thought as Mark finished with her, made her kiss me, and sent her to the bathroom. I didn't even hear Mark when he first addressed me. Once I realized what I was looking at though, I snapped to attention.

Marks hard cock stood in front of me, pointed directly at my face, glistening with Kristen's fluids. He had one hand on the top of my head, gripping my hair, and yanked my head backwards to look up at him.

"If she get's punished you get punished. Understand?" He asked, smiling a wide, almost evil grin as he looked down at me.

Almost on instinct, following Kristen's lead, my internal secret desire of wishing to be in her spot spilled from my lips, "Yes Daddy"

"Good boy." He said, and thrust his cock forward.

I opened my mouth, willingly, accepting, excited, as he filled it with his cock. My lips stretched to get around the girth of it, like shoving a fist in my mouth. The wet bulb of his cock felt strong in my mouth as it pressed down on my tongue and against my cheeks. A loud groan escaped Mark's mouth and I felt my heart swell with pride knowing I did that.

Breathing out of my nose, I wraped both hands around his length in front of me and stroked him. Kristens wetness made it much easier to stroke, and as I had expected before, sucking his cock added a constant stream of lubrication to better please Daddy.

Mark was relentless though, and I was untrained. He thrust, hard, pushing against the back of my throat and I would gag and try to yank my head back. He held his cock there for a tortuous second before pulling out and letting my saliva spill from my mouth.

"Hum. You won't gag as much if you hum." He said and thrust back inside of me as I was catching my breath.

Goddamn, he was right. I started humming, softly as he thrust in and out of my mouth and I felt him slide much easier and with less resistance. This is the treatment Daddy deserves. I needed to get better at this. I stroked him faster and fed more of his cock into my throat, as much as I could, but I kept coughing and pulling back. I would push further until I got it right. My tongue swirled on his tip, triggering a twitching moan from Mark and my own cock twitched at his reaction.

"What the fuck?" I heard, a thousand miles away as I was focused on pleasing Daddy.

"BEN!?" My eyes, slowly shifted to the side, in the haze of lust I saw my girlfriend standing naked, a large dumbfounded smile on her face and pinching one of her nipples.

"Cucky needs some tips, Princess." Mark said above me, gripping my hair and burying his cock back in my throat, eliciting another cough as I sputtered him back out of my mouth. Kristen ran behind me in the chair I was sitting in, and leaned over me. Her breasts lay around my shoulders as her hands wrapped around my chest.

She whispered into my ear, "Breathe through your nose and relax your throat baby, just open it up and try to relax. Daddy will do all the work."

Mark slowly inserted himself back inside of me.

"Fuck his throat, Daddy, put him in his fucking place." She said with a wild giggle, my cock twitched and pulsed as he pushed inside of me. It took a few minutes, a few more gags, and a lot of breathless gasps but I got better. Mark noticed every improvement and went deeper, faster, harder, in my throat.

I felt incredible. I had Kristen pressed up against me and a cock buried in my throat, it was heaven. After awhile, I had become able to take most of his cock inside of me.

"Oh my GOD YES, Daddy fuck his throat don't hold back, he can take it, isn't that right cuck?" Kristen laughed maniacally, I think she enjoyed this more than Mark.

Mark agreed with her assessment though, and didn't hold back. He thrust aggressively inside my mouth, feeling his solid girth slip down my throat and back out at a relentless pace was incredible. Mark was groaning loudly above me and I felt like I was serving my true purpose. The sounds he pulled from my throat were insane, I never thought I could make such swishing, gagging, sounds. He pulled out of my mouth entirely and I felt myself instinctively move forwards to take him back inside.

"Where do you want it?" He asked, so generous. I was so lost in the moment, drowned in lust there was only option.

"Fill my throat Daddy" I said, and before the words were completely out of my mouth he was back inside of me. Slamming his cock down my throat over and over and over and over, until one final thrust he buried himself deeper than he had been before. It felt like my jaw was going to dislocate as he held himself there. His cock swelled and pumped and I felt the fluid begin to fill my throat and slip down my esophagus.

"FUCKKKKKK YESSSSSS" Mark groaned loudly as he came inside of me. My body was on fire with purpose, pride, accomplishment. I was a good boy. He pulled his cock from my throat and released his grip on my hair. I collapsed back in the chair, exhausted.

"Oh my fucking GOD!" Kristen screamed through laughs behind me as she pointed down in my lap, "Look Daddy!"

Mark looked down and laughed as well, and my eyes followed his. My cock was going soft and I noticed large globs of cum on my own legs. When did that happen? I was too enthralled in treating Mark to the best dick-sucking I could give I didn't even notice that I had cum.

"What a fucking cuck." He said, taking his cock and laying it on my face, as I sat there exhausted. I stuck my tongue out and softly licked it as it lay there, and Kristen did the same from above.

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

Seeing your boyfriend suck another man's cock comes with a lot of feelings. I imagine some women would be disgusted, lose respect for their boyfriends, all sorts of things. We had a unique situation though. And Mark had no ordinary cock. If I saw Ben sucking Tom or Calebs dick it's highly likely that I may have felt those things.

But Mark? It felt only natural. This was the order of things. Mark was meant to dominate and own whoever he wanted. Not even Ben was immune to it's allure.

There's a lot more stories to tell from this period of time. And I'm sure I will someday. But it's safe to say that Mark, Ben, Jen, and I all had a lot of fun together over the coming months/year. We all fell deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole of Mark's domination. His cock and how to please him took up so much space in our brains that we didn't go on vacations, or visit family for holidays because it meant we might not have a play session for awhile if we did.

There were weeks we took off of work just to stay home and have Mark fuck us senseless. Things got pretty wild for a long time, and a lot of lines were blurred. I loved the effect this all had on Ben, I loved watching him suck cock, but we spent so much time with Mark it started feeling like Ben and I weren't boyfriend/girlfriend we were both just pets of Marks.

Eventually, after a long time. We were pulled away from Mark due to outside events that I'll explain in the next part. And brought back together, in the most incredible way. If you would have told me what my life would be like today, before I ever went to that first DnD session, I don't think I would have gone. It would have seemed too strange and alien.

But I think it was the best choice Ben or I ever made.

The next part takes place in almost present day, a couple years ago and a little bit of where we are now. I may go back and explain some of the things that happened with Mark, Jen, and I because I think those stories are hot. But it's not central to explain how things got to where they are today.

Thanks for reading everyone, I hope you've busted many times along the way with these stories, and I hope this upcoming last one leaves you feeling as satisfied as it does me.