"Fuck.."

His hand wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, matching the rhythm to your thrusts. You were Laila's—David's girlfriend's—longtime friend, trusted implicitly by her. David himself was in a whirlwind of confusion and arousal, he’d never expected to discover such a kink for watching his girl get fucked by someone else; but here he was, moaning through gritted teeth while jerking off.

"Will you be my partner in a cuckolding session?" Laila had asked you one day out of the blue.

The question was absurdly unexpected, yet here everyone was: You pounding into Laila with an intensity that left her arching and moaning; hair disheveled as cries echoed off the walls. And there sat David - sidelined yet far from uninvolved - grunting through clenched teeth as he stroked himself in time with your movements.

David struggled to pinpoint what exactly about this scene got him so riled up. Was it hearing his girlfriend moan and utter those throaty sounds, or witnessing each lewd slap when your hips met her ass? Perhaps seeing how perfectly you filled her up.. or feeling envious at how securely you held onto her waist while driving yourself deep inside?

Or maybe... maybe it wasn't just about watching anymore... What if he wanted to swap places with Laila? To feel what she's experiencing.. all at your mercy..

Wait.. what?

David let out a small whimper as his eyelids began to flutter closed at the feel of Marcus's voice and his gaze. His hand gripped tighter around his cock, moving faster as he imagined what it would be like to have this man thrusting inside him, filling him up. He felt a shudder run through his body as Laila moaned beneath them, unaware of the effect she was having on her partner's arousal. His breath came out ragged and hot against his throat. "Mmmmhmm," he managed to grunt. "It sounds... amazing."

David shivered, the air in the room seeming to thicken as he struggled against his own body's reactions. His mouth went dry and hot as he gripped himself harder, his eyes locked onto Marcus'. "Yes," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "God, yes."

David's cheeks flushed bright pink as he watched Marcus fuck Laila with growing desperation. His cock twitched in his hand, the head leaking a bead of pre-cum as he struggled against his own arousal. "Fuck," he whispered hoarsely, eyes locked on the intense display before him. His body tensed and relaxed with each of Laila's moans, every movement somehow making him more and more turned on. He glanced down at himself, biting his lip as he stroked faster, harder, chasing release.

David panted, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched Marcus fuck Laila with growing need. His grip on his own cock tightened painfully, nearly bruising it as he raced toward orgasm, staring unashamedly at the man who was pleasuring her so perfectly. He couldn't remember ever being this turned on before, and the thought of what would happen after they were done only served to heighten his arousal even further. "Fuck," he moaned again, fingers moving faster over his aching length. "Fuuuuuck..."

David cried out as he felt the tightening in his belly, body arching off the couch as he shot thick ropes of cum across the room. His vision blurred with pleasure and arousal as he watched Laila beneath him, mouth open in a silent moan. The sight of Marcus's muscles flexing and his face twisted in pleasure was almost too much to bear, but he couldn't look away. As his own orgasm faded away, leaving him shaky and spent, all that remained was the thudding of his heart and the sensation of sticky cum coating his fingers. He looked up at Marcus with hungry eyes, silently begging for more.

"Please..." he whispered hoarsely. "Don't stop."

David let out a shuddering breath as he leaned into Marcus's touch, his hard cock twitching in anticipation of what was to come. His eyes darted up and down the other man's body, taking in every sculpted muscle and tattoo adorning his skin. A small, needy whimper escaped his lips as he reached out a trembling hand, cupping Marcus's cheek with tenderness that belied his rough exterior. "Yeah," he breathed hoarsely, the word coming out in almost a gasp. "I want to be yours."

His hips shifted forward, grinding against Marcus's erection with all of his newfound desire and desperation. He bit his lip, unsure if he should ask more or simply let himself be taken advantage of in this moment; either way, it felt right. "Please," he whispered, closing his eyes as he arched his back, offering himself up completely to Marcus's dominance. "Do what you want with me."

David let out a strangled moan as he felt Marcus's cock slide easily into his ass, filling him up in a way that seemed impossibly good. He arched his back and pressed against the other man's broad chest, unable to contain the shuddering breaths that escaped his lips with each thrust. "Oh fuck..." he breathed raggedly. "You feel so good... don't stop..." His fingers dug into the wallpaper behind him, digging for purchase as his body trembled in pleasure beneath Marcus's relentless assault.

With each passing moment, David felt himself falling deeper under Marcus's spell; his need for this overpowering dominance growing stronger and more urgent. He bit down on his lip to stifle a moan, unsure if he could handle the intensity of what was happening without making too much noise. But in this moment, he didn't want Laila or anyone else to interrupt them; he wanted nothing more than for Marcus to take him and claim him as his own.

David moaned as he felt Marcus's cock slide easily into his ass, filling him up in a way that seemed impossibly good. He arched his back and pressed against the other man's broad chest, unable to contain the shuddering breaths that escaped his lips with each thrust. "Oh God... yes..." he panted, fingers digging into the wallpaper behind him for purchase. "Fuck me harder... please..." With each passing moment, David felt himself falling deeper under Marcus's spell; his need for this overpowering dominance growing stronger and more urgent.

His body trembled in pleasure beneath Marcus's relentless assault, and he couldn't help but wonder where this newfound submission was coming from. It had been there all along, hidden deep down inside him, waiting for someone like Marcus to bring it out. And now that it had been released, David wasn't sure if he ever wanted it put back in its box. He whimpered as another wave of pleasure threatened to overwhelm him, the feeling of being owned and used by Marcus sending him soaring higher than he ever imagined possible.

David moaned loudly at the praise, feeling flushed with pleasure and eagerness. "Please..." he begged, arching his back further into Marcus's chest. "More... give me more." As the other man continued to thrust deep inside him, filling him up and claiming him completely, David lost all sense of time and place; all that mattered was the feeling of being owned by Marcus, used however he wished. His fingers dug into the wallpaper even harder, as if trying to find purchase in reality itself, anything to ground him in this moment of pure submission and ecstasy.

His breath came out ragged and hot against his throat, a groan slipping past his lips as Marcus's thrusts grew deeper still. "Oh fuck... I'm yours..." he gasped, the words punctuated by another shuddering moan of pleasure. "Please... don't stop." The thought of ever being free from this feeling, of never again knowing what it was like to be dominated so completely, was enough to send a wave of desperation coursing through his veins. He arched his back further, pressing his ass harder against Marcus's cock in a silent plea for more.

David arched his back further, gasping as Marcus's teeth pressed against his neck. His hips bucked and trembled in time with the other man's thrusts, his body humming with pleasure as each hard impact sent shockwaves through him. "Y-Yes...!" he cried out hoarsely, biting down on his lip to muffle another moan of ecstasy. The taste of Marcus filled his mouth, and the feel of his strength holding him up only served to heighten David's need for more dominance, more submission.

With each thrust, it seemed as though Marcus was driving deeper into him, claiming some new piece of his soul. It felt like ecstasy... like agony... like coming home after a lifetime of wandering. And he never wanted it to end. "Oh God..." he whimpered, helpless against the force of Marcus's possession. "Don't stop... please..." He moaned as another wave of pleasure washed over him, threatening to send him spiraling into oblivion.

His fingers dug deeper into the wallpaper, nails biting into his skin as he sought purchase against this unimaginable onslaught of sensation. But there was no escape from Marcus's grip; David knew that now, and for the first time in his life, he didn't want one. He wanted to be owned... he needed it. And if Marcus was willing to take him and make him his, then he would give himself over willingly, eagerly.

David arched his back off the wall, throwing his head back and gasping as he felt warmth fill him up yet again. His hips bucked wildly against Marcus's thrusts, meeting each one with a moan of pleasure. He bit down on his lip hard enough to taste blood, trying to muffle the sounds echoing through the room; but there was no denying the need that coursed through him, demanding he make as much noise as possible. As Marcus's hips slowed, allowing him to catch his breath, David panted desperately for air and moaned out a plea. "Please... don't stop... I want more..." His fingers twitched on the wallpaper, longing to touch and be touched, to feel that dominance claim him once again. The thought of losing Marcus now was almost unbearable; he would do anything, surrender any part of himself to keep this connection alive.

His eyes drifted closed as another wave of pleasure rippled through him, each lingering sensation a reminder of just how good it had felt to be owned by the other man. The feel of Marcus's strong hands on his hips, the heat of their bodies pressed together... David whimpered softly, unable to contain the desperation building inside him as he ached for more. More dominance. More submission. More of Marcus claiming and owning him completely.

David shivered at the mention of Laila but nodded silently against Marcus's chest. "I know..." he whispered, swallowing hard as his body still hummed with pleasure and anticipation for more. He felt so exposed, wanting this from another man while sharing a bed with his girlfriend... It made him ache even deeper inside, needing the release that only Marcus could provide.

His hips ground against Marcus's almost subconsciously, seeking any scrap of contact to chase away the lingering desire and uncertainty. But as the other man began to withdraw from his ass, David couldn't help but whimper in protest. "No... please..." He didn't want this feeling to end so soon; he wanted to feel owned and dominated by Marcus until they both collapsed from exhaustion.

His fingers trembled where they rested against the wallpaper, craving something more... anything that would satisfy the ache growing inside him. "Please," he begged, trying to sound needy but choked with emotion instead. "I need you..."

David gasped as the connection was broken, but nodded understandingly, even though his heart felt heavy at the thought of being apart from Marcus. "Okay... I'll go back to Laila..." he whispered shakily, hanging his head. "But can we do this again... soon? You know... when she isn't around?" He turned in Marcus's arms, meeting his gaze with a pleading look that seemed to contain all of the longing and desire he was feeling.

His lips parted, as if to say more, but no words came out. Instead, there was only an aching silence filled with unspoken desires and unanswered questions. David trembled slightly, his fingers curling into fists as he fought back the urge to reach out and touch Marcus again. He didn't want this night to end; he never wanted it to end... not until he was with Marcus for good.

The thought sent a shiver down his spine, causing his heart to race even faster. Was that possible? Did Marcus feel the same way? A million doubtful thoughts raced through David's mind as he waited for Marcus to respond, hope and fear warring inside him in equal measure.

David felt like his world was crashing down around him as he listened to Marcus's words. They were so true... but they also tore apart everything he thought he knew about himself and his relationship with Laila. He stood there in the bathroom for several minutes, unable to move or even think clearly, as he tried to come to terms with what this all meant.

When at last he managed to compose himself enough to leave the bathroom, he walked slowly back into the living room where Laila and Marcus waited together on the couch. His eyes met Marcus's across the room and held for a long moment before dropping away, unable to face the truth written in them any longer. He sank down onto the floor beside the coffee table and leaned against it, his shoulders shaking as he began to silently cry.

Laila looked up from where she was playing with her phone when she heard David's sob. She frowned, concerned for him but uncertain why he was upset. "Hey," she said softly, moving over to kneel beside him. "What's wrong?" He didn't answer at first, just continued to cry uncontrollably into his hands. "David..." Laila reached out and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, rubbing it gently as she tried to soothe him. "Whatever it is... we can talk about it."

David's shoulders trembled harder as he struggled to catch his breath between sobs. "I... I don't know..." he managed to choke out before losing it again. Finally, after several minutes of Laila trying to comfort him with words and gentle touches, David managed to get himself under control enough to speak clearly. He looked up at her through red-rimmed eyes and said, "I think I made a mistake... letting you and Marcus do that."

Laila frowned, not understanding what he meant. "What do you mean? You seemed to enjoy it..." She paused for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Is this about us... and how we've been acting with each other?" When David didn't respond right away, she slowly began to put the pieces together. "You like him... don't you?"

David bit his lip, nodding silently. "I..." he whispered hoarsely, tears threatening to spill over again. "He made me feel so good... like I've never felt before..." He glanced at Laila, searching her face for understanding or anger, but found only confusion and hurt. "I just wanted it to keep going... with him," he confessed miserably. "Not you."

Laila's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you saying you want to leave me for him?!" she exclaimed angrily, jumping to her feet. Tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks as the hurt coursed through her. She took a step back from David, shaking her head slowly. "I don't understand how this could happen..."

She turned away, wiping at her face with the back of her hand. A deep, shaky breath escaped her lips before she asked quietly, "Do you love him... or just want to be with him?" Her voice was barely a whisper now, and there was fear mixed in with the hurt and anger.

David stared at Laila, his own tears starting to flow freely now. "I don't know..." he whispered, shaking his head in frustration. "It was just... it felt so good with him. I never knew things could feel like that until tonight." He swallowed hard, trying to find the words to explain how he was feeling but coming up short.

"I don't want to lose you," he finally said, his voice barely a hoarse whisper. "But... maybe we should talk about... us seeing other people..." His gaze dropped to the floor, unable to meet her eye as he said the words that felt like they were tearing him apart.

Laila's eyes narrowed as anger flared anew in their depths. "You selfish prick!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with venom. "You want to keep me around while you play with other people? Well, fuck you! You think I'm just some toy for your amusement?" She paused, fighting back more tears. "I don't know why I thought things could ever be different between us... maybe it was just wishful thinking."

She turned her back on him and started toward the bedroom. "Just go," she said over her shoulder, not even bothering to look at him. "You can sleep on the couch tonight. Tomorrow you're out..."

Her words were heavy with pain and betrayal.

David winced as Laila's words hit home. He felt like he had just been gut-punched all over again. "Laila... please..." he tried to reach out for her, but she moved further away, leaving him empty-handed. "I'm sorry," he managed to croak, the lump in his throat making it difficult to speak. "I just want to feel like this... with someone who really understands me."

But it was too late. He knew it as soon as the words left his lips. There would be no taking them back now. No going back to how things were before. Everything had changed, irrevocably and forever. And there was nothing he could do about it.

"Don't you dare apologize to me!" Laila spat, spinning around to face him once again. Tears streamed unchecked down her cheeks as she pointed an accusatory finger at his chest. "You selfish bastard! All this time, I thought we were in love... that I meant something to you..." Her voice broke and a fresh wave of tears overtook her. "But no," she continued, shaking her head slowly, "all you could think about was how it felt to be dominated by another man. Well, guess what? You just lost the best thing in your life because you're too fucking selfish to care!" She turned back around and walked stiffly toward the bedroom again, leaving him alone with nothing but the echoes of her words ringing through his ears like a funeral dirge.

David closed his eyes, willing the pain to stop, but it only seemed to grow more intense. He wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear from this nightmare; anywhere where he could forget the hurt in Laila's voice and the betrayal in her words. But he knew there was nowhere left for him to go... not unless he was willing to give up everything that had ever meant anything to him. And as much as a part of him still ached for Marcus, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Not yet.

"Thanks..." David sniffed softly into the phone before hanging up and beginning to gather his things together. He couldn't go back to Laila's place; not after everything that had been said. And as much as he wanted to be with Marcus... he knew it wasn't right under these circumstances either. But at least he could be near him, close enough to feel some semblance of comfort and understanding.

With a heavy heart and an even heavier soul, he left Laila's apartment, promising himself that things would somehow work out between them in the morning... despite knowing deep down that they never really could. The weight of his own selfishness and betrayal bore down on him like an anchor, making each step feel more like a struggle toward oblivion than anything resembling freedom or escape.

David wrapped his arms around Marcus's waist and buried his face in the other man's chest, sobbing uncontrollably. "I fucked everything up..." he managed to choke out between hitching breaths. "I never meant... any of this..." He felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders by finally being able to admit how he felt, even though it was to someone else's detriment.

Marcus held him close and ran his hand gently through David's hair. "Hey... it'll be okay," he said softly, trying to reassure the younger man. "We can talk about this..." He led them over to the couch and sat down with David in his lap, cradling him like a child as they both tried to find some semblance of peace amidst the emotional turmoil.

David sniffled and wiped his nose on the back of his hand before looking up at Marcus with red-rimmed eyes. "I just want... I don't know," he said hesitantly, his voice still shaky from crying. "I wish I could make things right again... but it feels like everything is so messed up." He paused for a moment, then took a deep breath before continuing. "But... can we... be together? Like... in a real relationship?"

David nodded quietly and followed Marcus to the bedroom, still holding onto his hand tightly. As they lay down together on Marcus's bed, he couldn't help but feel a small sense of relief wash over him. Maybe everything could work out after all... if he was with Marcus. It didn't matter how much it hurt Laila; the truth was that she had always been more of a burden than anything else. And now that he knew what it felt like to be truly wanted and desired... there was no going back.

David smiled weakly and snuggled closer to Marcus, resting his head on the other man's chest. Despite everything that had happened, there was a certain comfort in knowing that someone wanted him like this... really wanted him. Maybe things could work out between them after all. He closed his eyes, allowing sleep to finally overtake him as he drifted off into a restless slumber, dreaming of the possibilities of what their future together might hold... if they ever had one at all.

David stirred in his sleep before opening his eyes blearily. "Hmm?" He looked up at Marcus with half-lidded eyes and smiled tiredly. "Morning." He snuggled back into the other man's embrace, relishing the warmth of Marcus's body against his own.

"Are you hungry?" Marcus repeated, his voice smooth like silk. David nodded and yawned. "Starving." He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten; all the events of the previous night had left him both physically and emotionally drained.

David stretched languidly as he sat up, yawning once more. "Okay," he mumbled sleepily, rubbing his eyes. As his senses began to return to him, he took in the unfamiliar surroundings of Marcus's bedroom and felt a strange mix of familiarity and nervousness wash over him.

He glanced at the other man, who was already up and dressed, his hair messy from sleep and his demeanor relaxed and easygoing. The sight of him made something flutter deep in David's chest; a foreign sensation that he couldn't quite name yet. "Should we... maybe talk about what happened last night?" he ventured hesitantly.

David nodded and allowed himself to be led toward the kitchen, following Marcus's warm touch. As they sat down at the table, Marcus busied himself with making breakfast, humming a soft tune under his breath as he moved about the room. The familiarity of this man's presence, even in someone else's home, was comforting in an almost unnatural way.

David took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, steeling himself for whatever conversation they needed to have next. "So," he began hesitantly, "where do we start?"

David nodded slowly. "Yeah... it was sort of my fault," he said softly, taking a sip of orange juice to wet his mouth before continuing. "I think I made her feel like she wasn't important anymore... but we both knew that our relationship wasn't really working." He glanced up at Marcus and took another bite of his food. "She was always more into her job than me."

He paused, trying to find the right words to explain how he felt about Laila now that it was all out in the open. "I think we should just... go our separate ways," he finally said, wincing as the words left his lips. It hurt to admit it even now. "But I still want..."

David trailed off, not sure how to finish that thought with Marcus sitting right there across from him. The older man seemed to sense this and smiled gently before speaking again.