So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 28) (Patreon)

In Parts 26 and 27 you were in contact with Caleb, the guy who your boyfriend met online and is planning to meet in real life. But enough of the build-up, now you're finally going to see your boyfriend in action with Caleb. Enjoy the ride!

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It’s you that Caleb messages when he arrives, and it’s you that buzzes him in. And when you hear three loud knocks on the door it’s you who gets up to let him in. 

When you open the door you’re surprised to find his face much closer to yours than you’d expected. He’s leaning with his forearm against the doorframe so that he makes an imposing figure leaning in towards you. You take him in, noticing his thick arms, thick shoulders, thick neck. He looks like he could break you physically just as easily as he seems like he could break you mentally.

“Hey,” he says. “Nice to finally meet you, cuck.” That last word, cuck, seems to echo through the hallway and you’re startled by the fear that one of your neighbours might have heard. You want this guy out of the hallway as quickly as possible.

“Come in,” you say, stepping aside to make way for him. He steps inside, his shoulder brushing past your chest as he does.

Frank gets up of the sofa. “Hey,” he says, sounding a little bashful. He walks over, pausing like he’s not sure whether to shake the guy’s hand or hug him, or just jump him then and there.

“Hey. You’re cuter than your photos,” Caleb says to Frank, scanning up and down the length of his body, which makes Frank blush just a little.

“Can I get you a drink or something?” Frank asks.

Caleb shakes his head. “That’s the cuck’s job. How about you just get undressed for me.”

For a second Frank seems hesitant, maybe even a little unsure. Caleb isn’t making any moves to get undressed himself, he’s just standing there waiting expectantly. Eventually Frank kicks off his shoes and starts to remove his clothes, Caleb’s only reaction the hint of a raised eyebrow, which you think is communicating approval.

Caleb looks in your direction. “Did you not hear me?” he says. “I said it’s your job to get me a drink.”

“Of course. Sorry. What can I get you?”

“Beer.”

You hurry to the fridge, pull out a beer and pop the cap, not even realising till you hand it over to him that you forgot to offer Frank one. You don’t think Frank notices though.

Caleb walks over to the sofa and sits down. Once he’s fully out of his trousers Frank follows him, now stripped down to just his underwear. Caleb points to them and says, “Those too. Get them off.” Frank does what he’s told, and now he’s standing in front of Caleb on fully display.

Caleb looks his body up and down. “Good,” he says. He lifts a finger and twirls it in the air in a silent instruction for Frank to turn around. Frank obliges, turning to face away from him.

“What an ass,” Caleb says, reaching out and laying a hand on it, gently brushing his skin. “I’m going to enjoy making this mine.”

He looks at you. “Your turn,” he says. “Clothes off.”

You’re taken by surprise at the instruction, and for a second you don’t say anything.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Caleb says sternly.

You tentatively start to take off your shirt. And when Caleb shoots you an impatient look you hurry up and practically tear the rest of your clothes off. When you’re finally naked, Caleb looks you up and down, and then with a smirk says, “Thought so.” You’re not sure what he’s referring to, but you can guess.

“Over there. In the corner.” He points to the spot and you scurry over there, already feeling humiliated by your nakedness and the way this man’s managed to completely dominate you in the space of about a minute.

Once you’re in place he says, “Good. Now you stand there till I tell you otherwise. Understand?”

“Yes,” you reply. You look at Frank, who’s facing you, and try to read his face. He looks like he’s studying you too, maybe trying to tell if Caleb’s demanding attitude is turning you on or freaking you out. To be honest it’s doing both. 

You give Frank a reassuring half-smile.

“And no touching your dick unless I say so either,” Caleb adds.

You nod, accepting the instruction without argument even though you can already feel the blood rush to your dick and feel a desire to touch it. 

Caleb turns his attention back to Frank. He lays his hand back on Frank’s ass, and although you can’t see it from where’ you’re standing, you know by Frank’s sharp intake of breath and the way she shifts his weight and spreads his legs slightly that Caleb must be teasing his hole. You see Frank’s cock bounce once, and then start to grow and unfurl. 

“Come here,” he says, laying his hand other hand on Caleb’s thigh and gently turning him back around to face him. He pats his thigh. “Sit on my lap.”

Frank puts one knee after the other onto the sofa on either side of Caleb, so he’s straddling him, and then lowers his ass down into Caleb’s lap. You can see they’re looking right in each other’s eyes, and Caleb takes a hand and runs it all the way down Frank’s back from his shoulder to his butt. For a few seconds nothing happens. Then, it’s like the world suddenly slows down as you watch their bodies lean in to each other, their lips getting closer and closer, until finally they meet.

Watching them make out is surreal. Seeing them share this intimacy, a kind of intimacy that up until now you and Frank had always thought was just meant to stay between the two of you. You watch one of Caleb’s hands run its way up and down Frank’s back, and the other slowly travel up the back of his thigh until it meets his ass. Fingers massage Frank’s hole, and his body starts to writhe in response.

Frank unbuttons Caleb’s shirt with an urgency that makes it seem like his life depends on it. And as soon as the fabric is out of the way he starts to kiss down Caleb’s neck and all over his chest. Caleb lets out a contented sigh and kissed Frank’s neck just below his earlobe. He pauses for a second, long enough to raise his hand to his mouth and spit before returning the hand to Frank’s ass. He wets Frank’s hole, pressing his fingers against it until it starts to yield and let the tip of his middle finger in.

Frank lets out a moan but he doesn’t stop worshipping Caleb’s chest with his mouth.

Caleb pauses from kissing Frank’s ear again. With his mouth an inch from Frank’s ear, he asks, “That feel good?’

“Mmhmm,” Frank mumbles into his chest, his ass writhing on Caleb’s finger drawing it in further.

“Such a tight hole,” Caleb says. “Bet you’ve been dying to get it stuffed full.”

Frank mumbles his agreement again, his mouth moving to Caleb’s left nipple and eliciting a growl of appreciation from him. “That’s it,” Caleb says. “Just like that. You need to get fucked by a proper man, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Frank whispers. 

Hearing that, and thinking about the implications — that by comparison you’re not the real man he’s been waiting for — makes your cock surge. It’s funny how hearing your own boyfriend acknowledge your inadequacy is hotter than actually being able to have sex with him.

“You need that ass filled, don’t you?” Caleb continues.

“Yes,” Frank whispers again.

“Good, because I think I’m about ready to make your ass mine now.”

“Yes, please.”

Without looking in your direction, Caleb barks a command: “Cuck. Get my shoes off for me.”

It takes you a second to react because you’d just assumed they’d both forgotten you exist. But you hurry over and kneel on the floor in front of Caleb, only inches away from his fingers buried in Frank’s ass. You untie his laces and pull his shoes off, fumbling over every step because you’re in such a state. You’re not sure whether you should take his socks off too without being told first, but you decide to do it anyway. As soon as they’re off, Caleb sticks out a leg and gives you a soft shove with his foot. “Get back in your corner,” he orders. You do what you’re told, now harder than ever.

Frank manages to pull himself off Caleb, the need to get him undressed obviously winning out over the need to touch his body for a few seconds at least. He helps him out of his jeans, tugging them off leg by leg and discarding them on the floor. Caleb pulls his cock out of his underwear, and you finally get your first look at it. It’s fatter than the photo had let on, the skin on the end lighter than the rest where it would usually be covered by foreskin. It’s standing proud from a thick mat of hair. You lose your view a second later when it’s suddenly buried in Frank’s face.

Caleb lets Frank service his cock with his mouth just long enough to get it warmed up, but it’s clear he wants to get to the real action. 

“You want me to fuck you?” he asks, to mumbled agreement from Frank. “Tell your boyfriend then.”

Frank stops and takes Caleb’s dick out of his mouth, looking up at him. Caleb nods, and gestures towards you. “Tell your boyfriend what I’m going to do.”

Frank turns towards you, probably for the first time since he’d first sat down in Caleb’s lap. In a measured voice, as though he’s expecting opposition but ready to push back against it, he says, “He’s going to fuck me now.”

“And..?” Caleb prompts him.

“And… he’s going to breed me.” This time he winces slightly, apprehensive. With good reason — even though you’ve already heard it from Caleb this is the first time I’ve heard it from him. And he’s not even asking, he’s just telling you.

There’s silence in the room. You wonder if Frank is waiting for your agreement, your permission. You don’t feel like you should be giving it though. It’s better if it’s not up to you.

Caleb’s the one who breaks the silence. “Go get me some lube,” he demands.

You practically run to the bedroom to fish the lube out of your bedside drawer. Before you can return to the living room though, you find that they’ve followed you into the bedroom. Caleb tells Frank, “Get on the bed,” and Frank eagerly obeys.

You hand over the tube of lube to Caleb’s outstretched hand. He looks you dead in the eyes as you do, and as soon as you have he gestures towards the corner of the room by your wardrobe and tells you, “Into the corner. Now.”

From your corner you watch Caleb slather lube all over his cock while Frank waits. “You ready for my cock?” Caleb asks, throwing the lube aside.

Frank nods attentively. “Fuck yes.”

“Good.” He turns to you. “You ready to watch your boyfriend get bred?”

“I think so.” You hear your voice crack from the nerves as you say it.

He roughly pushes Frank into place, lying face-down on the bed facing in your direction. He gets onto the bed behind him, his hard cock hovering just above Frank’s ass ready to do its job. Caleb fixes his gaze on you and holds it there. “You know that once I breed him he’s mine, right? Once I mark him I’ve claimed his ass. And no matter what he says, even once I stop fucking him, he’ll never belong to you the way he did before.”

Frank looks up, a worried look on his face, checking your reaction. He doesn’t dispute what Caleb just said though. You know in the rational part of your brain that this is just bravado — that he’s just saying it to get a reaction of you for kicks — but it still blows your mind to hear it. It makes your dick throb and throb, aching to be touched. You don’t touch it though, and you don’t say a thing to Caleb. You just brace yourself for what’s about to happen.

Caleb lines his cock up against Frank’s hole. But it’s you that he’s looking at as he starts to bury it deep inside Frank’s ass.

Caleb uses Frank like a piece of meat. Frank’s splayed out on the bed while Caleb’s cock pounds relentlessly into his ass for god-knows how long. Caleb’s rough with him, rougher than you’ve ever been. Some of the time he’s got Frank in a choke-hold, thick arm around his neck holding him in place. For a while he’s got a hand planted on Frank’s head, pinning him down. And every now and then he allows Frank to push back, lift his ass into the air and arch his back so that Caleb can pound him even harder and deeper. There are no words, just noises. Animal grunts, ragged breaths, and moans that could be distress or could be ecstasy and are probably both. That is, until Caleb finally looks at you one more time and tells you, “It’s coming.”

He means his climax, but he could have just as easily meant yours. You haven’t touched yourself yet but you feel like you could any moment now, with just the slightest touch. Fuck, it aches, you want to jerk off so badly. You notice Frank hasn’t either, he’s so lost in being fucked that he doesn’t seem to have even considered his own cock.

Caleb grunts again. “Oh, fuck. Here it comes. You want my load?”

Frank lifts his ass off the bed, allowing Caleb to grab him by the ass. “Breed me!” he begs. “Breed me please!”

Calebs eyes clench shut, and he cranes his neck back as he lets out a long, ferocious grunt and slams his cock in one last time. As he pours his load into Frank’s ass his eyes finally open and they focus on you, and he’s staring you in the eyes again while he breeds your boyfriend. 

The moment is so intense that it’s as though you can feel the orgasm he’s having. Your head’s swimming and your heartbeat feels like the pounding of galloping hooves hitting the ground.

Caleb lets go of Frank and pulls out. You can see his cock, red from his relentless fucking and slick from the load he’s just released into Frank’s ass. He collapses onto the bed, and Frank does the same. 

“That was incredible,” Frank says. “I’ve never been fucked so good in my life.”

You feel like you should be shocked by that. But honestly, it doesn’t surprise you at all. What you just witnesses was better than anything you could have ever given him.

“Here,” Caleb says, “Let me help you cum.”

“Are you kidding?” Frank replies. “I already came. I even kind of came a second time.” He rolls over and you see the wet stain on the sheet where he’s ejaculated hands-free from being fucked.

The two of them kiss. Then Caleb asks Frank, “Do you think we should let the cuck blow his load too?”

Frank looks surprised, like he’d forgotten you were even here. He looks over at you, standing naked in the corner with your cock erect and untouched.

“It’s up to you,” he tells Caleb. “You’re the one in charge here.”

Caleb grins a satisfied grin. “Okay then,” he says. “Cuck, you’ve got thirty seconds. Go.”

“Shit!” For a moment you freeze and it feels like you’ve forgotten what you’re supposed to do. But then you grab your cock. God, it feels so good to finally touch it, to wrap your hand around it. You give it a tug, and then another, and that’s all it takes. With an involuntary yelp you feel the orgasm suddenly course through you and you shoot your load all over the floor. 

Both of them laugh, and you feel even more humiliated than you already did.

“Fuck,” Frank says in disbelief.

“Didn’t even need the full thirty seconds,” Caleb says. The way he says it makes it sound like he never expected you to take the full thirty to start with.

Caleb kisses Frank once more, then gets up off the bed. He looks at his watch. “Shit, better be going,” he says. “It’s late.”

“You can stay over if you want,” Frank blurts out. He sounds almost desperate.

Caleb shakes his head. “I don’t do sleepovers. I want a fucktoy, not a boyfriend. Besides, you already got one of those.”

Frank nods, and you can tell he’s trying to look casual but is actually feeling a little dejected. “Okay. Well if you want to do this again some time…”

“Of course,” Caleb says. “I meant what I said before. Now that I’ve bred you you’re mine. So I’m planning on coming back as much as you want.”

Frank’s face lights up. He stands up off the bed and kisses Caleb. “Okay. Come over again soon.”

“You hear that?” Caleb says, this time addressing you. “From now on your boyfriend’s mine whenever I want him,” he says, “for as long as he keeps on wanting more.”

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Turns out that’s a long time. 

And Caleb meant what he said. It’s been two months and he’s been over enough times that you’ve lost count. Could be any time of day or night; you’ll receive a message out of the blue to say, I’m coming over, and then Frank will be all his until he’s done with him. No asking either of you; he just takes what he wants and both of you let him. He has free use of Frank now, and Frank’s never been more satisfied.

You had no idea Frank would be into an arrangement like that, but he seems to be loving it as much as you are. Of course, you and Frank have talked about it, and Frank’s said he’ll stop if you want him to. Well, maybe he didn’t actually say he’d stop, but at least that you and him could talk through it and figure out a solution. 

Sometimes you wonder, if it came down to it, whether he would actually stop seeing Caleb for you. Luckily for both of you, it’s a question you don’t need to confront, because seeing that message, and knowing that whatever you had planned you’re now going to have to set it aside to see your boyfriend get mercilessly fucked and seeded for the next few hours, is your idea of heaven. There’s something about the lack of control that takes all the excitement you’d always thought you’d have about getting cuckolded, and turns the dial up to eleven. 

You and Frank had dinner plans tonight, but you got the message about fifteen minutes ago which means you’re not going anywhere. At first you were a little annoyed — you’d made reservations and everything — but the frustration of having to set them aside is kind of a turn-on. You figure it’s probably just a coincidence, and that Caleb didn’t realise it was your anniversary when he decided to come over and use Frank’s ass. But at the same time you wouldn’t be surprised if Frank had let it slip and Caleb had deliberately decided to ruin your evening.

Honestly though, what could be a better way to spend your anniversary than watching him give up his ass for another breeding by the bully who has free reign of your apartment? Besides, it’s the perfect opportunity to give him the gift you and Frank have agreed to give him. It’s sitting there on the dining table waiting for him: the extra key to your apartment that you had cut for him. 

THE END