So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 12) (Patreon)

In Part 11 you found your boyfriend at a bathhouse getting fucked in a sling by a group of guys. Faced with the choice of letting him see you or staying hidden, you chose to stay hidden. Here's what happens next.

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You duck behind the guy next to you, and you’re pretty sure you got out of sight in time to go unnoticed. You back out of the room into the hallway outside, your hands trembling and heart racing. You lean against the wall to steady your body and your nerves while you think about what to do next. You can’t focus on anything though, other than the jangling of chains, the slap of skin on skin, and the grunts of exertion. The way they’re accelerating is a sure sign that the man fucking Frank is close to climaxing. 

Your dick is forming a tent in your towel and you long to reach in and touch it. That seems inappropriate somehow though, masturbating in such an open space where any of the guys passing by you in the corridor could see. You know that’s a ridiculous thought: the whole reason this place exists is for exactly that kind of thing, and you saw only a minute ago that there were at least a couple of guys in the sling room with their dicks in their hands. Still, it seems wrong, especially out here in the corridor listening in secret like some kind of pervert.

You hear a loud groan and the abrupt end to the jingling of chains. You know that the guy fucking Frank has just shot his load. You think of the condom, pumped full of his load. That’s if there even is a condom; you imagine the guy shooting his load bare inside Frank, one of god knows how many loads all mixing together inside his ass and leaking down his thighs. Fuck, that thought makes your dick throb, despite how wrong you know it is.

A man emerges from the room, and you recognise him as the one that was just fucking Frank. He’s still naked, clutching his towel instead of bothering to cover up, his still-stolen cock swinging back and forth with each step as he walks past you. You watch him go, take in as much detail of his body as you can for later, when you’ll be getting off thinking about this moment. 

The next guy’s already started. You can hear the jangling of chains again, along with moans that you’re pretty sure are coming from Frank. You wonder how long he’s been at it, how many guys have had him tonight, let alone across the multiple nights he’s probably been here over the last few weeks.

This next guy is really getting a reaction out of Frank. He’s squealing each time the guy drives his dick into him, his voice higher and more pained than you’re used to hearing. You had no idea he’d become such a pig bottom. No idea that he’s let himself be used like this, let alone that he might actually seek it out. 

You sneak a few more glances, as carefully as you can. Each time you marvel at how hard this guy is pounding Frank’s ass while Frank just lies there, limp like a piece of meat, legs splayed in the air letting his body be used like a punching bag for this guy’s dick. Mostly though you just listen, your own dick in absolute agony at how bad it wanted to be let out from behind the towel and touched.

Finally you hear the guy cum with a growl. You hear a slap of a hand on skin, and a few seconds later you see the top saunter out of the sling room, beginning to wrap the towel around himself but not before you’ve managed to get an eyeful of the latest cock to be inside your boyfriend’s ass.

You peer in the room and can see enough to know that Frank’s pulling himself out of the sling. You quickly withdraw into the corridor and around a bend, enough to see him come out while being  hidden in the shadows. You don’t have to wait long before you see him come out, still naked and holding his towel. He’s not alone though, there’s another man with him, and judging by how close together they are you’re fairly sure they’re not just two people who happen to be going in the same direction at the same time; they’re going somewhere together.

You follow them around a corner in time to see them disappear into a cubicle room and close the door behind you. You’re gobsmacked that even after the pounding Frank’s taken tonight he’s somehow still up for more. And as much of it shocked you to see him be the pass-around bottom of the sling room, somehow it seems even more shocking to see him retreat into a private spot where he can be intimate with one man.

You take the next cubicle over and shut the door behind you. You sit there listening, trying to decipher what each sound means — a relaxed sigh, a tiny gasp, a laugh, the wet skin sound of kissing or sucking. It’s ultimately futile though, they’re being quiet enough that you can’t really figure it out. It seems like Frank’s done fucking, which isn’t surprising. But fuck, that just makes whatever he’s doing seem more intimate, more of a slap in the face to the relationship you have with him.

Your dick has been so hard for so long by this stage and your erection isn’t going anywhere. You unfurl the towel and lube your dick up, and then you lie back on the padded bench and close your eyes, touching yourself while you focus your attention on every little sound coming from the other side of the wall. 

You hear the muffled mumble of someone with their mouthful, and you hear an unfamiliar voice sigh, “Yeahhh.” You figure that Frank must have the guy’s dick in your mouth, and you picture it in your head — Frank’s mouth full of a thick cock that’s not yours — while you jerk yourself slowly to the sound. The mumbles continue, along with the occasional gag and slurp and the appreciative moans of the other guy, and you can picture how enthusiastically Frank is blowing him. You start to beat your dick faster, and within a few more seconds the orgasm hits you with force. As you blow a load all over yourself you let out a little moan that you immediately try to stifle so they don’t realise you’ve been in there listening to them. The rhythm seems to pause for half a second and you wonder if they noticed, but it immediately returns to normal.

A few minutes more and you finally hear the guy in Frank’s cubicle say, “Fuck, I’m about to cum. Fuck. Oh—” Then he lets out a groan, and you picture the guy’s seed spilling out into Frank’s mouth. 

There’s a long almost-silence where all you can hear is the heaving breaths of the guy that’s just cum in Frank’s mouth. “I’d better go,” you hear Frank say eventually. “My boyfriend will be wondering where I am.”

You hear the other guy laugh, and it makes you angry and horny to suffer the indignity of discovering that whoever Frank was with knew he was betraying you and thought it was funny. “Hate to see you go,” the guy says. “Come here, give me one last kiss.”

That one last kiss seems to go on for some time, before you finally hear Frank say, “No, seriously, I can’t. I have to go. Besides, my hole’s wrecked so bad I couldn’t take another round.”

“Damn,” the guy replies. “Guess I’ll have to hold out till next week. You are gonna be back next week, right?”

“Try stop me.” You hear what you think is the two of them kissing a little longer, and then you hear the door unlatch and open. 

You give it long enough to be confident they’ve passed your door, but not too long to give them too much of a head start because you want to get a decent look at the guy who’s been with Frank all this time. You open your door as quietly as you can, and look around. They’re down the hall, and you follow them.

As you do you realise you’ve fucked up: you’re parked right outside, so if Frank gets out of here before you do he’s bound to see the car. You should have got out of here before they were done. Still, you wouldn’t have missed the last half hour or so for all the world.

As it turns out you’re in luck because the two of them head for the shower. As they turn the man with Frank is silhouetted in profile, and you see his lean body, thick shoulders, square jaw. He’s basically a perfect specimen of manhood. Of course he is. That’s what Frank deserves.

You take the opportunity while they’re in the shower to go to the locker room. As fast as you can possibly manage you throw on enough clothes to not be naked, and then bundle the rest in your arms and hurry out. You run across the road barefoot, throw everything you’re not wearing into the car, and get the hell out of there as fast as you possibly can.

You’re home in bed, pretending to be asleep, by the time Frank finally comes in the door. You stir, like the sound of his arrival woke you up, and you sleepily say, “Hey babe, you’re home late. Did you have a good night?”

“Yeah, it was fun.” He strips off and climbs into bed, and you immediately notice how he smells clean and freshly showered, and of body wash that isn’t the stuff in your bathroom. It makes your dick thicken a little bit; you’re not sure if you’ll ever be able to smell that particular brand of body wash again without getting horny.

Frank wraps his arms around you and spoons you, his dick nestled against your ass but not getting hard itself, presumably because it’s spent. You stay like that for a minute or so, letting all the things you heard and saw roll around in your mind. Thinking about it gives you a dirty, perverted idea: you roll over to face him, and kiss him on the lips. He responds, opening his mouth slightly to let your tongues intermingle. And you share a long, lingering kiss while you think about how many loads he’s swallowed that evening.

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Hope you enjoyed it! There's no decision to make this time around; for now you get to just follow the story and see where it ends up next week.