So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 14) (Patreon)

In the last instalment we reached the end of another path, and you decided to pick up where we left off back at the bar where you discovered your boyfriend getting fucked in a toilet cubicle. Last time around you decided not to say anything; this time we're going to see what happens if you confront him about it.

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You can’t wait any longer to see if he’s going to come clean. He didn’t admit it the first moment he could have, and that’s all you need to know. Part of you wants to just leave it a secret, but the other part can’t contain it for a second longer. So you blurt it out. “I know what you did.”

“What?” The tone is nonchalant; he’s trying to give the impression he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. But it’s written all over his face that he knows exactly. He’s never been any good at playing dumb.

“I know you were in that toilet cubicle with him,” you say. “I know he was fucking you in there.”

“Ah.” He doesn’t look worried. Or remorseful. Just… resigned, like this was bound to come out eventually.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?”

He shrugs. “Like what? Like sorry?”

You’re taken aback by his reaction, because sorry is exactly what you’d expected. “Well, yeah, I guess,” you reply, suddenly not so certain.

“Honestly, I don’t know if I am sorry. You were the one who encouraged me to go for it with him. If I remember right, you were the one who said ‘see where it takes you’ when I told you I was worried I’d want to go too far with him. And then when I knew what I wanted, and was ready to go for it, that’s when you decided it was all too much. And that’s when you decided that you had the right to stop me regardless of what I wanted.”

This is not how you picture this going. And right now you’re not sure what to say.

He continues. “You told me I couldn’t go home with him. You never said he couldn’t fuck me. And fuck, I really liked it. It’s the hottest sex I’ve had in ages.”

You feel like that should hurt, and maybe in a way it does. But that’s outweighed by how much it turns you on. You’ve never seen this side of Frank before, and although he’s being totally out of line, the indifferent attitude he’s giving you right now to a situation that’s actually a pretty big deal is kind of hot.

“How do you know, anyway? How did you know we were fucking?” He doesn’t wait for your answer, which you’re to embarrassed to give anyway. But the realisation spreads over his face like a gathering cloud. “Were you in there? Were you listening to us fuck?”

You say nothing but your face obviously gives you away.

“Oh my god, you were! You were secretly in there listening to him fuck me. I bet you jacked off too, huh? Were you playing with your dick while you listened to me get fucked?”

This is humiliating; he said that last bit so that practically everyone in the vicinity can hear. There’s a couple of guys walking past just at that moment and neither of them can help laughing at his accusation. At how pathetic you sound. 

You’re so ashamed you’re aroused.

“Well?” He’s looking at you expectantly, waiting for an answer.

“Yes,” you admit, quietly, in an attempt to bring the volume of the conversation down to a point where passersby won’t hear. “I was in the stall next to yours. Jerking off.”

“And?” he demanded.

“And what?”

“Well are you going to tell me how it felt?”

You feel your cheeks burning with the embarrassment. “Are you serious?” you ask, looking around at the passersby. “Here? Now?”

“Yes,” he said. “Right here. Right now. I want you to admit how much you liked it.”

You look around furtively. “Frank, there’s people around,” you plead.

“Just like there were plenty of people around to see me making out with another man. And I have a feeling that’s how you like it, the whole world knowing you’re a cuck.”

Hearing him use that word to describe you feels offensive but so right. You feel absolutely humiliated having to admit all this on the street with people walking past, but it also feels kind of liberating. And hot. “Okay. Fine. I liked it. It turned me on listening to you two.”

“Because…?”

You sigh, giving up any attempt at maintaining your dignity. “Because I liked the idea of you being with another man. And I liked knowing that you were getting fucked and that I couldn’t do anything about it. Or even see it.”

Frank looks satisfied with that response. “Did you like it that I just went ahead and had sex with Elijah without your permission?”

“Well…” You pause. You’re angry with him for doing it without checking with you first but you can’t deny how much it turned you on. How much your lack of control and his lack of regard had added to the thrill of the experience. “Yes. I mean, it was a shitty thing to do. You should have asked. But yeah, it turned me on.”

Frank’s thinking, you can see it on his face. Eventually he nods. “You’re right. It wasn’t cool of me and I should have asked. But…” He pauses, like he’s choosing his words. “But if I’m really honest, it wasn’t just the sex that turned me on. I mean, the sex was really good, don’t get me wrong. But it was also doing whatever I liked, no asking for permission, no having to think about your feelings. Just letting my dick do the thinking. It was liberating. And it sounds like you liked that part of it too.”

“Yeah, I did,” you admit.

He takes a step closer to you, his demeanour becoming warmer as he rests his hands on your shoulder. “Did you like feeling helpless?” he asks.

You nod.

“Did you like feeling disrespected?”

You nod again, not meeting his eyes because it feels shameful to admit.

“Did you like feeling forgotten about?”

Another nod in response.

“So how would you feel if I decided I’m going to fuck whoever I like, whenever I like from now on? And that you don’t get a say in the matter?”

“Oh, fuck,” you say, your heart and stomach and dick all surging with butterflies and adrenaline and dread and excitement.

“Hypothetically, that is,” Frank clarifies.

“Hypothetically,” you reply, “I think I’d be a nervous wreck. But I’d also be so turned on.”

He turns his head and looks off into the distance, thinking again. Then finally he looks back at you and says, “Well, that settles it, I guess. 

“Settles what?”

“Sounds like I’m going to fuck who I want from now on, and you’re just going to accept it.” He gives me a little grin. “And enjoy it.”

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Frank’s up before you wake the next morning. You wonder if he has regrets from the night before, whether he’s going to think back to the conversation you two had and decide that he went too far, too fuelled on booze and sexual desire to think clearly. You wonder whether he’s going to bring up any of the things he said, or the things he did with that stranger. When he comes into the bedroom bringing coffee, and sits down beside you on the bed, you wonder if he’s about to apologise for his actions. 

But that fantasy’s shattered pretty fast. He shows you his phone, and you’re shocked to see the instantly recognisable grid pattern full of photos of handsome faces and ripped torsos. And a little red badge to show he had eight unread messages. “Check it out,” he says. “I’m popular.”

You’re startled by it. “You downloaded—”

He stops you before you finish the question. “Yep. And I’ve already had about a dozen guys hit me up for some fun.”

“Oh shit,” you say, awestruck and feeling your morning wood get a little harder. “So you really meant what you said last night.”

“Of course,” Frank replies. “Does it turn you on, knowing that I’m chatting to guys already?”

You nod, glancing down at your hard cock hidden by the sheets.

“That’s good. Because I just asked one of them if he’s keen to come over.”

“You what?”

As if on queue his phone beeps. He looks at it, and says, “Looks like we’re on.”

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly serious. He’s free in an hour.”

“You really meant this then? That you’re going to fuck whoever you want and not even ask?”

“That’s the plan,” he confirms. “And judging by the tent forming in those covers I’m guessing you’re going to be more than happy to go along with it.”

“Oh, fuck.” This is all happening a bit faster than you expected. 

“One thing I will let you decide though,” Frank says. “Do you want to fuck me first so I’m pre-lubed for him? Or do you want to save it for while he’s fucking me?”