Taboo Affections Pt 01 Discovery

"AHHHHH YES! FUCKKK MEEEEEEE!"

Sounds of skin slapping and passionate grunts were heard from the house's second floor, echoing. John's worst nightmare was beginning, but he didn't want to believe it. He shut the garage door and walked up the steps toward the master bedroom with quick strides. He was mentally exhausted but remained doubtful of what could be. His ears, however, heard the definitive conclusion that his girlfriend of 3 years was getting fucked in their bed. His mind rushed, but despite being drained from work, he recognized he had no other option as he climbed the last step and turned left towards their bedroom. He busted through the door, and it felt like time had stood still. As the door opened, he unconsciously held his breath and saw the world move in slow motion. John felt his heart beat faster with every inch of the door revealing their California king-sized bed. Every second that passes, an ounce of his hope fades.

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Cleo loved the feeling of being fucked. She was always the sweet, quiet girl whom others didn't expect much from, but what most people didn't know was that part of her personality was intended. This is why she was so attracted to John. Other than being fit, tall, slim, and muscular, no matter what she did, she felt as though she was transparent with him. He read her like a book, and while it was uncanny at first, she knew that was why their love was so special and pure. Her body, mind, and soul eventually came to crave him; every time she was with him, it felt like the first time all over again. She was in an infinite loop of feeling butterflies, fireworks, and the rollercoaster sensations that so many associated with the idea of love. Which is why getting fucked was always a joyous act of submission. She submitted herself to the idea that she had found her soulmate and lover. John is her love, life, and everything. John is her, and she is John.

"AHHHHH YES! FUCKKK MEEEEEEE!"

Cleo screamed and felt her release a second time. She squirted and gushed out cum and cream from their love-making experience. Cleo always enjoyed their adventurous side in the bedroom and the comfort of their home. Last week they fucked on the couch after she spent half an hour jerking John while he was playing Call of Duty with his work buddies just to see if he could focus while shooting. He managed to do pretty well, but after he left his party online, John turned toward Cleo and made sure she knew he would never miss his chance to prove he was her best. Today, however, they decided to try something new.

Cleo recently returned from visiting her twin sister, Iris, and helped her move items in her guest bedroom. She saw something on the dark blue comforter on the bed. It was a white envelope with a heart on the top of the flap that sealed it. Intrigued by the gesture, she opened it to find a note that said, "Wear Me." In the same envelope was a thick, soft cotton blindfold that resembled a beauty eye mask, featuring a red lining on top. She smiled and did as instructed, 20 minutes after her shower. She then got underneath the bedding and lay in the center of the bed, waiting for John. Forty minutes and two orgasms later, she is breathing hard as her head spins.

Cleo felt a hand caressed her back and gently grazed her clit. Her legs started shaking, and she felt another wave of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back, and she was sent to another dimension. She saw stars and felt the moon. She was lost in the familiar feeling, but was brought back to life when she was filled again and clenched tightly. She loved being blindfolded as her sense of touch was in overdrive. She could feel her lover's desire to give even more through his hesitant grunts and hip movements. He couldn't stop himself. She felt him push away a bit, but then he stayed between her legs. She could feel his build-up and was ready for it.

BAM!

"AHHHH"!

Cleo screamed and felt her lover lean further on top of her, which allowed him to sink deeper into her pussy. His weight made her turn her head away from the door. He nuzzled his head in her neck and used his hands to lock her legs around his waist. Cleo felt his breath tickle her ear and heard his grunt. His dick then shot ropes of cum deep into her uterine canal. She felt the warmth, but most of all, she felt fear. Her nipples harden along with her clit and stomach clenching. Her sense of fight or flight was kicking in. She wiggled and felt her lover's skin rub against her body. Her lover went deeper into her, and he ground his waist into hers, which made her crave him more. The pressure from being filled with his hips caused her to have another orgasm, but all she could do was cry out.

"No. No. Noooo."

She hated how much she loved the feeling. She didn't want others to know and was afraid it was noticeable. She knew it was wrong of her to want him still now. What she didn't know was why her lover didn't get up from her to protect them from the intruder. Instead, he instigated their previous intimate activity. Her emotions made her cry out more. She didn't want them to die, not like this. She flung her arms around and continued to wiggle out of his hold. She even tried to take the blindfold off, but she was practically pinned down.

"STOP. PLEASE."

She spoke up, but it was no use. It didn't matter if the deepest part of her body loved the friction. It didn't matter if her pussy was in a constant state of cumming and being stimulated. She was in survival mode and needed to get up and fight if he wasn't going to.

"Mmmmmh FUCK. Her pussy was HEAVENLY Johnny."

Cleopatra's movement stopped, and so did her breathing. Her chest tightened, and tears began to flow.

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John saw the whole scene before him and felt a range of emotions. He was frozen in fear, but quickly recovered when he heard his friend Monty's deep chuckle. He was pushed past his breaking point when he saw Monty kiss Cleo's neck and whisper in her ear.

"Did you like that baby? Daddy fucked you so well, didn't he".

Before John grabbed at Monty's hair, he heard Cleo scream. John forced himself between the one he thought was his forever and now his most hated enemy. He heard Monty laugh nefariously and pushed him out of Cleo's embrace. A loud sound of their fucking was evident. John felt like he was breaking by the second as he saw Cleo's hard nipples and full boobs jiggle and shake from the forced removal of that snake Monty. What was even worse was when he looked down and saw her gaping hole leaking with clear squirt and thick globs of fresh cum. It gushed out, and he saw her beautiful clit glistened. Their cum was everywhere now. It was soaked in the bed and covered the pillows, and when he first separated them, the force was so great that it splattered their juices on his nightstand on John's side of the bed. John saw RED. He immediately went to Monty and didn't care if his dick was still hard and wet from being in Cleo. All he can think about is beating the shit out of him.

Cleo heard John grab Monty and fight him. She quickly removed the blindfold and grabbed a cum free bed sheet, and ran to the closet door. She slammed and locked it behind her. She sank down and went into a fetal position. She covered her body and rocked. She rocked back and forth like a rocking chair, arms wrapped around her knees and head tucked between them. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out to calm herself down. After catching her breath, she sat up a bit and spread her legs. She opened them and saw her swollen clit. She watched how more cum was exiting her pussy, joining the rest forming a wet spot that was under her. She silently sat on her knees and thought her life would never be the same.

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[3 Months Later]

John threw his phone at the wall, and it cracked. He was pissed and driven to madness. Ever since that day, his life has undergone a dramatic shift that he could never have imagined years ago. After that day, Cleo stayed locked in the closet for a full day. He tried to get a response, but nothing he said could get her to leave the walk-in closet space. Eventually, she did leave, but 3 days later, when he went to work. He was still expecting her to be at home when he got back, but was heartbroken to see nothing of hers remained. It was as though she never lived there. John grabbed his chest, thinking of that memory. It still hurt him that the love of his life was gone from him in the worst way possible.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP

His phone buzzed again, but he knew who it was from. Ever since that day 3 months ago, despite beating his ass, Monty continues to message him. Every day. Throughout the day. John has tried blocking him and changing his number, but every time he thinks it's over, another message always proves that wasn't the case. In the beginning, John would fight back, cuss at him, and challenge him, especially when Monty mentioned Cleo. Still, over time, it wore John out. It was too much to respond to everything Monty texted, especially when he would degrade him. Monty would constantly degrade him and his manhood every chance he got. He would call John a loser, a bitch, and a little boy. Which eventually became easier to ignore, but then everything changed. About 15 days after the incident, Monty called him a bitch ass fucker who wasn't worthy of anything, but what got the attention that stayed with him was what he texted next.

"Don't act all tough with me. I might have been balls deep in her, but I saw your dick rise in your pants while I came in her pussy. She's no longer yours, bro. She's Daddy's."

John then proceeded to make his most dangerous threat yet, something he knew both of them would find even more serious once it was said.

"I will hunt you down and shoot you like they did your dad."

John and Monty have always had an unconventional friendship. Still, one thing they know about each other is that they had their limits. After bonding as childhood friends and then brothers as they got older, John knew that any mention of Monty's father would set him off, and he knew to back down. But something about this was different. Instead of backing off, Monty becomes even more abusive and aggressive. It only took a week to realize that John's plan didn't go as he thought. Since then, Monty has not stopped treating John like a cuck. Monty even made it his mission to use Black New World Order tactics like comparing John's skinner and smaller white dick to his larger, blacker, and better dick. Despite the abuse, John felt that it was not as bad as the toll it had on his mind. Under these conditions, John's sex life plummeted downward and remained as such until specific doubtful thoughts ate at him.

'Unworthy'

'Loser'

'He's bigger.'

'Little bitch'

'Little worthless white boy'

It filled his mind, and worst of all, he heard it in Monty's voice. Every time, his voice transports him back to the day of the incident, and he goes down a rabbit hole of second-guessing.

'Was I hard from seeing them?'

'Did I allow him to fuck her longer than I needed to?'

'Was it my fault?'

'Am I worthy?'

His fragmented brain was all over the place, but that didn't stop his subconscious from allowing him to reach for his pants and pull his dick out. Just when he was about to stroke, he realized what was happening. John jumped up and yelled. He hit his head with his hands and stripped off his clothes to shower. He knew he was disgustingly horny and needed to cum. Maybe he was a cuck now, he thought. After his shower, he grabbed his phone and looked up cuck porn. He saw threesomes of many different couples, but they were all bland to him. He grew more frustrated. 'Read the message thread,' he thought to himself.

He fought back against himself for a few minutes. John was angry with himself for even suggesting looking at anything Monty sent, let alone cumming from it. John broke down and gave up. He looked at his hands and knew he needed to regain his power. His masculinity is back. The only way to do it was for him to make the decision alone. He couldn't deny that his hard dick manipulated his senses significantly, with the main one being common sense. John grabbed his phone, scrolled back to Monty's message from the 15th day, and began to jerk. He read it and closed his eyes as he reimagined himself back in his shoes, seeing Monty on top of Cleo. John saw how deep Monty's thrusts were, and he felt a familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach.

That didn't stop him from wanting more. He was at the point of not caring what it was that he would think of as long as it made him cum he would be grateful and happy. John felt the fantasy continuing, and he was now behind Cleo and his black friend. He could see Monty on top of her and how big his black dick was going in and out of his girlfriend's wet pussy. Moans continues, and the feelings drive John's hormones insane. John leans closer and closer until he's faced to face with Monty's dick and Cleo's pussy. He feels the wetness splash on his face, but that doesn't stop him. John wants more. He needs more. As the fantasy developed, it took a turn that he didn't expect. John began to suck on Monty's balls as he continued to fuck Cleo. This gave Monty an extra boost which caused him to fuck her faster and harder. Cleo's blindfold was still on, but any sane person could tell she loved everything that happened.

"That's right bitch. Worship me. I'm about to cum in your woman's pussy."

John imagined Monty saying that. He could feel that he was at the edge of exploding, but again, his hormones pushed him to want more and more, and he did. He felt his seed edging out of his dick. Still, in the fantasy, he got so happy to worship the black man fucking his girl and making her squirt that he lifted his head and started eating Monty's ass. John's brain didn't comprehend what he was doing until it was too late. By that time in the fantasy, John already had his whole tongue deep in Monty's ass and made out with it. John tried to stop himself from cumming to such a thing, but he couldn't. It's like even his body was cucking his mind. He curled his toes, and his eyes rolled back as his worthless cum juice sprayed from his lonely dick while in the fantasy, he continued to eat ass until Monty came a little in Cleo's pussy but then shoved his dick deep in John's throat that he was tasting ropes of his best friends cum mixed with his baby's pussy juice.

John came so hard in the present time, he arched his back and ground into his hand. Shots of cum went all over but mostly got on his face, mouth, eyes, and lips. Still violently horny, he wiped it off and ate it all. He knew from that moment he was addicted and loved it all. Despite cumming hard, John's dick was hard, and he got angry. His body and mind couldn't get on the same page.

'You loved it loser.'

'Admit it, you want more'

'Your not worthy of pussy on your own'

'Ass eater'

'White gay bitch'

All rung in his mind. John thought that maybe his anger for Monty was secretly misguided affection for a newly found kink. It was very clear that John was addicted to the thrill of the taboo and the unorthodox ways of cumming. John was relieved, but then he received another message from Monty that shocked him.

Throughout this entire time, John thought Cleo had cheated on him, but Monty confessed to manipulating John in a way to get Cleo. He needed to make everything right. He knew what he was and what he wanted. He needed to find Cleo and try to make it work with her. John received another message. Monty sent a link, and John clicked it. It was a video that made John almost die of happiness and fear. John watched himself as he jerked while reading Monty's messages and then came all over himself and ate it.

There was another message from Monty.

"I don't know what made you come like that white boy, but whatever it is, you can't pretend anymore."

John was happy that technology didn't exist to read people's minds because that would have been another layer of humiliation that would have truly caused him to be completely sexually shattered. It all made sense now, the constant violations and harassment. Monty spied on John deep in his body, making him tingle with emotions. Today was the day John felt liberated in some way, but this made him uncertain. He cleaned up his mess and decided not to hold back from who he was. He looked in the corner and saw a tiny camera light showing. With an even harder dick and more decrepit mental capacity, he turned around and decided to give Monty a show. He propped up his phone and pressed play on the video again and tucked his hard dick between his legs, and spat on his fingers to touch his ass hole. With his newfound knowledge of his mortal enemy watching him and recording him, he got even hornier and sexually crazed. He took some of his pre cum and slicked it on his asshole, and pushed deeper.

"Ahh, shittt. Mmmmh."

John moaned and continued to discover himself free of judgment. He's not a loser because Monty said so, but he's a loser because he wants to be humiliated and feel worthless. He wants to wake up hearing his girlfriend squirt on a dick that's not his. He wants to eat cum and ass and make others feel good enough to make more cum for him to eat. And now, as he spreads his legs and ass cheeks, he wants to get anally fucked because he wants to make his dick explode and shoot cum.

"OH SHITTTTT! I'M FUCKING CUMMMMINGGGG!!!!?!?!?"

John sunk his hands deeper into his ass, and it was very clear. The pain of his ass being touched, the humiliation of Monty seeing this and recording it, the stimulation from earlier, and his even darker fantasy of Cleo. Her being tied up and fucked, watching him get his ass spread by the same guy using her juices as lube and her seeing him cum from her watching him getting fucked while thinking 'Is John turning gay and giving into dick?', lead him into a blissful heaven.

"NOO NOO NOO! STOP! PLEASE?!?! STOP"

John yelled out as more cum escaped from his dick. He dropped down and ate it up like a dog and turned on his back, and jerked his pussyless white dick again. Similar to Cleo that day, he was in a constant state of cumming, and he was happy that it was all recorded for him to share with Cleo one day.