So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 22) (Patreon)

In Part 21 you chose to keep quiet rather than ask Elijah and Frank to let you watch. Now here's what happens next.

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You say nothing. In fact, you basically say nothing the entire way home, because Frank and Elijah are too caught up in each other to really notice you. They’re getting handsy with each other in the back of the taxi, and even though the driver would have no reason to suspect you’re Frank’s boyfriend and not a roommate or something, you still feel like somehow he knows, and he’s judging you for letting another man take Frank from you. It makes you feel pathetic. And it adds another layer to how turned on you already are from this whole experience.

When you get home you’re expecting Frank and Elijah to immediately disappear into the bedroom and leave you waiting, excluded. But they don’t; instead Frank suggests sharing a joint so the three of you find yourselves sitting around in the living room, the two of them together on the sofa and you in the armchair across from them, getting high. You hadn’t been expecting that; to be honest you and Frank both smoked so rarely you’d forgotten you even had any stashed away. You wonder why Frank suggested it, and you can’t help wondering if Frank is nervous. He seems a little more hesitant than he did before, which makes sense: this is a big step he’s about to take, and now that Elijah’s here in your home this has all got suddenly much more real. You wonder if the joint is to help Frank calm his nerves, or maybe even to stall while he summons the courage to go through with it. You’re probably wrong, you tell yourself. He probably just knows it’ll make the sex better.

You realise you’re overthinking things like you always do when you’re high. You realise the that foggy feeling has set in without you even noticing it. Then you realise the joint’s been set aside in an ash tray and Elijah’s sliding his hand up Frank’s leg.

They kiss. It’s hesitant, not like before when they were going at it in the club. Their lips gently touch, then part, then meet again with more certainty this time. They’re facing each other on the sofa, sitting kind of awkwardly, knees in the way preventing them getting too close so they both have to lean right in to kiss. Frank tentatively lays a hand on Elijah’s crotch, touching his dick through his jeans. You wonder if it’s hard already, if Frank can feel its firmness through the fabric.

Frank lifts a leg over and straddles Elijah’s lap. The two of them are making out with feeling now, than hesitancy starting to melt away as Frank becomes more sure of what he wants. Elijah’s unbuttoning Frank’s shirt, pushing the fabric out of the way so he can touch the skin of Frank’s chest.

After a few minutes Frank rolls off Elijah’s lap. He gets on his knees on the floor, and without taking his eyes off Elijah’s face, starts to unbuckle Elijah’s belt. He undoes his fly, and reaches in to draw Elijah’s cock out of his underwear. Then, kneeling there in front of him he tastes the tip of his cock with his tongue, and it’s almost as though you can feel the sensation on your own cock just from seeing it happen.

Frank takes Elijah’s cock in his mouth and starts to service it. Elijah leans his head back, eyes closed, letting himself enjoy the sensation. Your dick is growing harder and harder in your trousers as you watch it. 

Elijah lifts his head and opens his eyes. For a moment he’s unfocused but then he looks directly at you, although he’s only just remembers you’re there. He seems to be studying you, like he’s trying to gauge what you’re thinking about the situation. He keeps looking at you, never taking his eyes away, as he takes his hands and puts them on the back of Frank’s head. He applies firm but gentle pressure, making Frank take his cock deeper and hold it in longer, all the while staring you right in the eyes. Like he’s doing this for your benefit. Like an unspoken challenge. Like he’s showing you that he’s the one in control of this situation whether you like it or not.

You realise he probably thinks you’re just tolerating this, he has no idea just how much you like it. Or maybe he’s started to realise.

Frank comes up for breath. Before he can take Elijah’s cock back in his mouth, Elijah touched his chin and tilts it to look up at him. “Take you clothes off,” he says, almost in a whisper, somewhere mid way between suggestion and instruction.

Frank slips his shirt off his back. He stands up and drops his trousers, followed by his underwear, so you’ve got a full view of his perfect, tight ass.“Come here,” Elijah beckons. 

Frank obliges, stepping closer, then getting back onto Elijah’s lap like he was before, only this time completely naked. He lowers his ass down until it meets the head of Elijah’s cock, standing tall and hard. He lets the head push against his hole, teasing it. Teasing you, because it looks like Elijah’s cock on the verge of sliding in, bare, and burying itself in Frank’s hole. Frank doesn’t push down hard enough to let it enter him though, he just holds his ass there, still, Elijah’s dick pressed firmly against it but not pushing through the barrier. Not yet at least. You want to see it enter him, you want to see his hole yield and let it push itself slowly inside him. 

But it’s not time for that yet. Frank flexes his hips and lifts his ass off Elijah’s cock. Then he lowers his ass back down again, but this time so that Elijah’s cock is pressed between his own body and Frank’s ass. Frank bucks back and forth, sliding his ass along the length of Elijah’s cock till the head almost meets his hole again, before sliding back in the other direction.

Elijah takes his cock in his hand and lines it up with Frank’s hole again. It’s a clear indication of what he wants. Frank lets his dick push against it again, and it almost looks like his head is starting to bury its way in there. You wonder if you should say something — you know you should stop Frank from letting this stranger fuck him raw — but part of you wants to see that bare cock slide right in there, right before your eyes.

They kiss. Then you hear Elijah say, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

You feel yourself panic. They can’t, surely. They can’t tease you like this, let you get this close to seeing the moment Frank’s ass gives itself up for another man, and then deprive you of the actual moment. You want to say no, stop them somehow. You hope Frank says no, that he suggests they stay there on the sofa and let them watch. But no. You sit there in silence, not protesting, as Frank gets up and leads Elijah to the bedroom.

As Elijah follows him he looks straight at you. His face is expressionless but you can still see exactly what he’s communicating to you; he might as well have a smug smile on his face as he deprives you of the moment you wanted so much. You know he knows exactly what he’s doing, you know he knows how much you want to see what happens next but he’s decided to take it away from you. One eyebrow lifts slightly, just before he disappears into the bedroom, his way of silently lording it over you. Then the door shuts behind him, and you’re alone.

You feel cheated. Robbed. And you have been: you’ve had your boyfriend taken from you, and you’ve even had the experience of being cuckolded before your own eyes taken from you.

At least on the bright side you can now take your dick out and stroke it without feeling like you were doing something wrong. So you immediately do.

That’s the last you see of them, but not the last you hear. You don’t know how long they’re at it for but it seems endless. You edge yourself listening to the sound of them fucking till you fall asleep, your hand still on your dick as you drift off.

You hadn’t even realised you’d fallen asleep until you’re suddenly woken by a noise inches away from you. You open your eyes to see Elijah grabbing the shoes he’d left on the living room floor. You’re not sure how long you’ve been out but you know from the sunlight streaming in the window that it’s morning. 

He grabs the shoes, sits down on the chair across from you as he puts them on. “Sleep well?” he asks.

“Uh, yeah, I think so.” You try and work out what the last thing you remember was. All you can think is the sound of sex coming through the wall as you lazily jerked yourself off. “You?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “Barely slept at all,” he brags.

You think about the implications of that. You wonder how long they fucked for, how many times this guy made Frank cum. You wonder how much more virile than you this guy must be.

“Later, man,” He gets up and he lets himself out, leaving you to your thoughts.

Eventually you get up, take a piss, put the coffee machine on. Then you poke your head in the bedroom door to see if Frank’s awake. He’s dozing, but he must hear you or sense your presence because he looks up at you groggily and says, “Hey babe.”

You take that as an invitation to come in. The room smells of dank sex and it makes your heart race and your dick stir. You sit down on the bed. “How was it?” you ask.

He smiles a big, sleepy, goofy smile. “It was so good,” he tells you. “He fucked me for hours, like almost all night. My ass is killing me but fuck, it was amazing.”

Hearing that makes your dick stir some more, even though you also feel a hint of sadness knowing just how much this guy outdid you.

“How are you feeling?” Frank asks. “Did you enjoy it?”

You nod. “I found it incredibly hot,” you say. “Although I would have liked to see it when he fucked you.”

“Fair enough,” Frank says. “Next time.”

“Next time?”

“I want to do this again,” Frank says. “Don’t you?”

You know you do. Especially if it means you get to watch. “Yeah, if you want to I’m down for it.”

“Thanks babe,” he says. “Now why don’t you get into bed? I need to go back to sleep.”

You strip off your clothes and climb in under the covers, taking a deep breath and inhaling the smell of sex and sweat and lube and cum and the scent of the stranger who’s inhabited your bed for the night. You nestle yourself against Frank’s back, your dick suddenly hard again. You press it  against his ass and you can feel the slickness of lube against the tip of your cock. You can’t help letting it slide back and forth across Frank’s used hole, feeling where Elijah’s been. 

You hear Frank’s breaths become deeper and slower as he falls back asleep. You can’t get back to sleep though — maybe because no one kept you up all night, or maybe just because you’re too turned on. You let your cock rub against Frank’s hole, gently enough not to wake him, while you think about what went on in this bed last night. Eventually you can’t take it any more; you grab your dick in your hand, now slick from Frank’s ass, and you jerk off furiously picturing a combination of Elijah’s face as he stared at you last night, and the recreation in your mind of what it would have looked like to see them in bed together. And with that you orgasm in seconds, splattering yourself in semen.

Then, unable to fall asleep again, you get up. So while Frank sleeps off a long night of sex with a stranger, you go make yourself a coffee and make a start on your day. Your first day of a whole new life. Your first day as a cuckold.

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That's the end of that branch of the story. So for next time, do you want to go back and see the other option - what would have happened if you'd asked to watch? Or would you rather go back and see what happens if Frank never goes all the way with Elijah?