So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 19) (Patreon)

In Part 18 your boyfriend was keen to let his new boyfriend go raw, and you voted decisively to let him go for it (which I'm sure is absolutely no surprise to anyone).

I decided that's not the path I'm going to share today though. You'll see why at the end.

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“I don’t know,” you say. “I mean, it’s kind of risky.”

“I know,” he said, “That’s why I know it’s a big step. Like I’ve had the mpox vaccination, I can get tested for other stuff regularly.”

“Would you go on PrEP?” you ask.

He looks away and you can see the guilt on his face. “I, uh, I already started taking it.”

Truthfully, it turns you on a little that he didn’t discuss that with you first. Especially because it makes it one hundred percent clear that he really wants to do it and his mind is made up. Still though, you’re kind of angry he didn’t talk to you about it first.

“Seriously?” you ask, letting it show. “It sounds like you’ve made up your mind then.”

“No!” he said. “I just wanted to get a head start. In case. But I only want to do it if you do.”

“Well I don’t,” you say, not sure if you’re saying it because you mean it or because you’re just angry and want to be obstructive. “You guys need to play safe because I don’t know where else he’s been and I don’t want to catch anything.”

Not that there’s much chance of you catching anything: you and Frank haven’t had sex for weeks now. Sex for you these days is jerking off watching or listening.

“Fine,” Frank says, obviously frustrated.

That’s the end of the conversation. But Frank obviously must have talked to Elijah because from that point onwards the two of them go out of their way to make a point. 

First, they ‘forget’ to get condoms. They leave the door open for you to watch, wait till they’re just about ready to fuck, and you’re as hard as a rock, before Frank looks in the drawer and in his most unconvincing dramatic role ever, says, “Oh damn, we’re out of condoms.” He comes to the bedroom doorway to find you sitting on your sofa with a tent in your jeans, and says, “Hun, how about you go get us some condoms so we can fuck.” When you don’t reply immediately, he adds. “Because you know, we can’t fuck without them.”

You can see right through his little performance, and you know on one hand it’s kind of a dick move to be this passive-aggressive. But at the same time, being messed with like this, being forced to go run errands to facilitate their sex, hits all of your buttons. So with an eye-roll you get up and get your shoes on. 

“Remember to get the extra large ones!” Frank calls out as you head out the door. Like there was any way you could forget that detail.

You run to the store as fast as you can, grab a box of extra large condoms and hurry home, just to find the bedroom door shut. You knock, and it’s Elijah’s voice that responds. “We’ll be out later.” When they finally emerge, you look at Frank expectantly, waiting for an explanation, but he just shrugs and tells you, “We did other stuff. It doesn’t have to be penetrative sex all the time.”

Elijah gets in on it too. He used to generally tidy up after himself, but he starts leaving condoms lying around everywhere. Like, everywhere. You come into the bedroom after one of their weekends and find the bed and the floor littered with used condoms, most still with the residue of cum that hasn’t completely leaked out yet. You find them on the bathroom floor after they fuck in the shower; you find them in the kitchen; you find them on the sofa — the one you sleep on when Elijah’s over. You diligently clean them up, a thrilling shiver running through you each time you find a new one. Occasionally, when Frank and Elijah aren’t around to catch you, you squeeze out the last few drops of cum onto your hands. Sometimes you just like to feel it on your fingers, sometimes you put your fingers into your mouth and touch them to your tongue to taste the bull cum that your boyfriend is so obsessed with getting. 

In case he hasn’t made his point obvious enough, Elijah steps it up. Once, he pulls the condom off his cock as he’s headed from the bedroom to the bathroom following a round of sex. He casually tosses the condom to you, saying, “Here, take care of this.” You’re unprepared, and instead of catching it you let it hit you in the chest, leaving a trail of cum and lube stains down your t-shirt. 

The next time he fucks, he pulls the condom off once he’s done, holds it out, and calls out to you, “Cuck, come take this.” You hurry into the bedroom and take the still-warm condom straight from his hand. You take it away to dispose of in the bin, but not before letting the fresh load pour out onto your hand and tasting a bit. 

From that point on he doesn’t need to ask again; as long as the door’s open, he just holds out the condom once he’s done and you dutifully come collect it and take it away.

You know they’re doing all this to wind you up, but surely they must realise that it’s not helping change your mind because having to deal with Elijah’s used condoms is turning you on so much. 

The turning point comes a week after that, maybe about three weeks since Frank first asked you about going raw. Frank surprises you out of the blue with a sexual advance. It’s been so long that when he first rests a hand on your thigh it takes you a while to figure out what’s going on, but when you finally realise his intention you jump at the chance. You’re all over him like a starving man who’s finally been offered a meal. He waits till you’re hard, so hard you’re aching, before reaching into his bedside drawer and pulling out a box of condoms.

“What are those for?” you ask, confused.

“I was thinking about it and I figured if Elijah has to cover up, you probably should too.”

“What?” At first you think he’s joking, but when he pulls a condom out of the box and hands it to you, you realise he’s actually going to follow through with it. “Are you fucking serious?” you ask.

“You’re right, you know, you don’t know where he’s been. But he doesn’t know where you’ve been either. Seems appropriate.” Before you can protest, he adds, “I got you some of your own because Elijah’s ones will be too big for you.”

There’s nothing like having attention drawn to your inadequacy to kill a boner. That, and the dulled sensation you’re not used to, and you’re struggling to stay hard despite the fact that you’ve been denied sex for so long.

That’s the last straw. It was hot having them mess with you like that, and you’ve enjoyed the condom play even though you’ve tried hard not to let on. But you are not going to resign yourself to having to wear rubbers with your own boyfriend for the rest of your life. So once you’re done with your unsuccessful, frustrating attempt at sex, you cave and tell him, “Okay. As long as he gets tested — regularly — you can ditch the condoms.”

Frank grins. “Thanks babe. You won’t regret it. 

“One condition,” you say, deadly serious.

“What?” he asks.

“I want to watch the moment he breeds you for the first time.”

Frank laughs. “Deal.” You suddenly wonder why it took this long to say yes.

“Oh,” Frank adds,  “and he’s already tested. I’ll show you the results, I’ve got a pic on my phone.”

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Stay tuned for the next instalment, where you'll get to see your boyfriend get bred.