So You Want To Get Cucked? (Part 39) (Patreon)

Here it is, finally: the last draft section of my interactive story So You Want To Get Cucked. Sorry it's taken me a while, finishing this section was a GRIND! I think I'm good at starting things but not so good at finishing them, and there was something about writing this section that made it seem almost impossible. I think part of it was that there was a lot of plot to fit in but I didn't want to make it too long, so it was hard to write something that was brief enough but didn't feel like it was just skimming over the story to get to the end. You can be the judge of whether I managed to get the balance right.

Anyway, thanks for your patience, and here's the story. I think it worked out ok, so hopefully it's worth the wait. It picks up from Part 37, where your bf asked you whether you wanted to meet guys in person or go look online for him. Part 38 showed what happens if you pick the in person approach, so this post covers what happens if you choose to look online.

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“I can try find some guys for you,” you say, trying to make it sound like a favour. For some reason you don’t want to admit just how much it turns you on thinking about trawling the apps, telling the whole world that you’re a cuck and seeing how many guys want to fuck your boyfriend.

You download a few different apps: the usual ones, plus a couple that are a bit more targeted towards guys with particular kinks. You figure that the mainstream apps might provide the quantity but the fetish apps might give you a chance to hit on some guys that don’t just want sex, but want to be a bull.

You umm and ahh for a bit about how to set up your profile. On one hand it seems pointless to include a pic of yourself since you’re not the one that’s going be having sex with these guys. But on the other hand it feels inappropriate to use a pic of Frank, because it might give people the idea that they’re talking to him when they’re actually talking to you. And having a couple’s profile with both of you on it doesn’t seem right either, since you’re only looking for one-on-one sex. You’re also not sure how up-front to be about the cuckold element: do you want to be able to test the waters first and explain your kink when the time’s right, or do you just want to have it right there in the profile?

In the end you decide to just go all in. You call your profile cuck couple and put in photos of both of you. You explain in the profile that you’re the cuckold, and that you’re looking for someone to have sex with your boyfriend and let you watch. You make sure you say which one is you and which is Frank in the photos so the guys know that it’s the hot one of the couple they get to have sex with. One by one you set up the profiles, each time becoming more bold and less hesitant when it comes to hitting that submit button.

The DMs flood in almost instantly. 

It’s a mix of responses. There are a few guys ask a bunch of questions and don’t seem to really understand the set-up you’re looking for; several of those ones ask if it’s a threesome you’re after, or just assume it without reading the profile properly. There are a few who are obviously just interested in sex in Frank and don’t seem to care either way whether you’re there or not. But among the responses there are a few who get it, and who seem genuinely interested in the idea of cuckolding you. They’re the ones that grab your attention. 

All the better when their DMs open with, Hey cuck. That’s what Shane opens with, and that’s what catapults him to the top of the queue. From his photos he looks in shape and handsome in a scruffy kind of way, and when he sends a photo of his cock you see it’s sizeable. He demands you send him a pic of yours, which you initially don’t see the point of given it’s Franks’ dick he should be interested in. But when he reacts with a laugh emoji and tells you that your boyfriend’s ass is never going to be the same, you know you’re onto a winner.

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There’s a long build-up to the actual event. On one hand that’s incredibly frustrating, being so close to being properly cucked yet feeling like maybe he’s all talk and that nothing will ever happen. But on the other hand it makes every day a thrill, being slowly cucked over and endless number of long-drawn-out days instead of all at once in as long as it takes for him to fuck and climax and leave.

You give him Frank’s number when he asks for it, and for days there’s a conversation going on between him and Frank that you are totally cut out of, in addition to the conversation he’s having with you. Occasionally he gives you tidbits of what they’ve been talking about — you know that they’re sending each other nudes when Shane tells you about how Frank’s reacted to seeing his cock. He’s already obsessed with me, he tells you at one point. He jacks off thinking about me inside him. You have no idea whether it’s true or if he’s just saying it to mess with you, but either way the thought of it’s enough; now you jack off most days thinking about Frank jacking off thinking about Shane. You wonder if this might be the best sex you and Frank have had in a while despite the fact you haven’t touched each other at all.

When you and Shane talk he pushes your boundaries constantly, suggesting things that scare and arouse you at the same time and enjoying the struggle it creates in you before one side wins out and you inevitably either freak out or embrace the idea. He tells you he wants to tie you to a chair so you can’t touch yourself, that he wants to lock your cock in a cage, that he wants to blindfold you so you can hear every moment but not see a thing, that he’s going to make your boyfriend admit he wants him more than he wants you. It’s psychological warfare and you love every minute of it.

Half the time you’re pretty sure he has no intention of actually doing what he’s suggesting, he’s just doing it to get a rise out of you. So when he tells you he’d like to breed your boyfriend you just enjoy the fantasy without actually thinking he’d ever follow through. But when he tells you, We’ve been talking about it and Frank’s keen, he’s just afraid to ask, you completely lose your mind. After an expletive-filled rant and a short break to panic and then jerk off to the idea of it, you confront Frank about it. He just looks at you guiltily, not saying anything, and it’s abundantly clear that it’s what he wants. So you cave — not that you hadn’t been wanting to all along — on the condition that Shane get tested and show you the all-clear results before he gets anywhere near Frank unprotected.

When the day comes it feels like you’ve been waiting months, even though it’s been about two weeks at most. It’s a Sunday morning, and there’s something about him coming over in the daytime that makes it seem like it’s more than just a  casual hook-up. It’s a whole event. The plan is for him to come over in the morning, because it means he can take his time and spend as long as he wants with Frank. Could be a couple of hours, could be all day and all evening. I guess you won’t know till he’s done filling your boyfriend.

At one point you’d discussed doing it at Shane’s place; he’d laid out a scenario where you drive Frank over, drop him off and wait in the car. You’d protested hard though: you’d been cucked from afar already, and this time you wanted to see it with your own eyes. So after a bit of thought Shane had decided that your place would suit best after all, that it was probably a good thing for you to be cucked in your own house, seeing a superior man come in to your home and take your man from you in your own bed.

He’s made you prepare for his arrival: you’ve diligently followed his instructions to change the sheets on your bed, tidy the bedroom and the rest of the house, and get something nice for lunch — it was either that or take him and Frank out to eat, the humiliation of which you didn’t think you were ready for yet, despite it being the kind of thing that gets you instantly hard.

It’s you, not Frank, that he messages to say he’s arrived and he’s outside your building. You tell him you’ll buzz him in, and he replies with No, you’ll come down and let me in. Demonstrating who’s in charge right from the get-go. By the time you get to the front door and see him standing there on the street you’re quivering with a combo of anticipation and nerves that you can’t tell apart.

“Hey,” you greet him, holding the door open for him.

He doesn’t come in straight away though. Instead he gestures at the car parked in a street-park outside your building and tells you, “Pay my parking.”

You do as you’re told, and paying for parking’s never felt quite so exciting before. Then you let him into the building. As the two of you ride the lift up to the floor he asks you, “You ready for this?”

“Uh-huh, yeah,” you say, trying to sound as casual as possible so as not to arouse the suspicion of any of the other people in the lift.

“Frank’s excited,” he says. “He’s been messaging me about it all morning.”

You make a mildly interested noise in response, trying to indicate to everyone else that everything’s normal and indicate to him that he should shut the hell up.

“You got us something good for lunch?” he asks. “I’m going to be hungry after—”

“Yep,” you cut him off. You don’t know if he was actually going to give anything away; he probably wasn’t, probably was just messing with you. But you don’t want to wait to find out.

When the elevator door opens after an excruciating length of time you rush out, and he follows. “He told me he bought some new underwear especially for me,” he says quietly under his breath as we walk down the hall, obviously loving just how uncomfortable he’s making you.

Frank’s sitting in the living room when the two of you enter, watching the doorway like a dog that’s been waiting for its owner. He beams from ear to ear when he first sees Shane, and you realise at that point that he’s obviously been looking forward to this just as much as you have.

“Get over here,” Shane says. It’s a command but the way he says it makes it sound like an invitation. Frank doesn’t waste a second, he’s across the room standing in front of Shane who’s looking him over like he’s a new piece of his property. Shane puts a hand on Frank’s ass, grips it to feel its firmness. Then he roughly pulls Frank in and kisses him with the same roughness, like he’s going to consume half his face. Frank doesn’t put up any resistance, he’s loving it.

They kiss for a full minute, two weeks worth of pent up sexual frustration coming out as they devour each other. Then when they finally come apart for air Shane looks over at you. “Sit on the floor, cuck.”

You do as you’re told, sitting cross-legged on the carpet looking up at them as they make out again. You’ve got a perfect view of Shane’s hand massaging Frank’s glute shelf through his tight gym shorts. Shane pulls Frank’s t-shirt off and flicks it in your direction so that it lands right in your lap. He pulls off his own shirt and throws it at you, hitting your shoulder and glancing off onto the floor. Then he picks Frank up and sits him on the dining table, wriggling his shorts off. When he flicks them at you they land right on your head, slipping down and covering your face so that for a few seconds you can’t even see them. You feel like you shouldn’t be allowed to move them, but fuck that, you need to see what’s going on. So you give your head a little shake and they fall off.

Frank’s laid back on the dining table and Shane’s aggressively stroking his cock and his ass through the fabric of his underwear. Then he’s peeling them off, casting them inside so that they land on the floor in front of you, and he spreads Frank’s legs in the air. He goes down on one knee and buries his face in Frank’s ass, eating his hole like a voracious animal. He grabs Frank’s dick and jerks it as he does, and Frank writhes around on the table in uncontrolled ecstasy at the sensation of Shane’s hand and tongue working him over.

Shane stops abruptly. He turns Frank over onto his front and hauls him up off the table by the shoulder so that he’s half bent, his ass pressed against Shane’s crotch. “Fuck I’ve looked forward to this,” he growls in Frank’s ear.

“Me too,” Frank says, his words already just mumbly sighs.

“Tell me what you told me over the phone earlier.”

Frank seems to know exactly what he’s talking about. “This is what I’ve been dreaming of,” he says. “Literally. Two nights in a row I’ve dreamt of this moment, you fucking me.” He looks over at you with this guilty expression, guilty for not admitting this to you till right now.

Shane looks at you too. “Did you know that your boyfriend dreams of me?” he asks.

You shake your head, partly to answer his question but partly in disbelief.

“If he’s already dreaming about me before we even met, how obsessed do you think he’ll be with me once I’m done fucking him?”

You know he’s not after an answer, which is good because the sight of them — Shane’s hand wrapped around Frank’s neck beneath his jaw, Frank’s back arched and ass pressing against Shane’s no-doubt hard cock — has you stunned speechless.

“You want it, don’t you?” Shane says softly into Frank’s ear, getting a desperate-sounding grunt of agreement. He looks at you. “You want it too, don’t you cuck?”

You nod.

“Say it.”

“I want it,” you say.

“Say what you want.”

“I want you to fuck him.”

He grins, enjoying his power over you. “You got to ask nicer than that.”

“Please, will you fuck him?” you say. He gives you nothing in response, so you continue: “I need to see you fuck him, please.”

His grin grows a bit wider. “Get me your lube then,” he demands.

You get up off the floor and run into your bedroom, grab the lube and come back. When you come back into the room he’s unbuckling his belt and pulling his cock out of his jeans. It’s hard, and big, and red and angry just like him. You go to hand him the bottle of lube but he shakes his head. He puts his hand out, palm up. “Put some in my hand,” he says.

You squeeze a healthy dollop of lube into the palm of his hand. He carelessly slathers it over his cock, a wad dripping off and onto the floor. He rubs the rest of it on and around and just inside of Frank’s hole. Then he roughly shoves Franks’ top half back onto the table so he’s bent over it, head pinned sideways on the wood by Shane’s large, strong hand.

“You ready for me?” he asks Frank.

“Yes!” Frank sounds emphatic. “Fuck me, please.”

Shane takes one more look at you. “Your boyfriend’s mine now, cuck.” And with those words he drives his cock into Frank’s ass.

This moment is just as intense as you’d expected it to be, maybe more so. You slowly collapse into the seated position you were in on the floor before, not knowing if that’s what you’re supposed to do or not, not knowing if either of them care what you’re doing at all. And you just sit there, silently, watching Shane slam his cock in and out of Frank’s ass, the whole table shaking and Frank moaning uncontrollably each time he slams it in. 

You’re so lost in the rhythm and the fantasy that you have no idea how much time has passed. Frank’s head is pinned in place, facing you, but his eyes are glazed over and you’re pretty sure he hasn’t looked at you the entire time. He looks like he’s in a kind of bliss you’ve never seemed before as he takes a fucking like you’ve never given him.

“Cuck.” Shane’s voice snaps you out of your trance. He beckons to you, so you get up off your ass and onto your knees and shuffle closer. He keeps gesturing for you to get closer, until you’re just a foot away from him. His cock’s at your eye level, and you realise that’s what he was bringing you over to see. You watch up close, in high definition, as his cock slides into Frank’s ass and emerges again, slick with lube and flushed red with pumping blood. You can see every vein on his cock, and every vein standing out on the hand that’s gripping Frank by the hip and holding him in place. Shane lets you watch up close for about a minute before he gives you a shove that sits you back down on your ass. 

Shane’s fucking is getting faster, harder, more furious. You see Frank’s legs quivering and hear his moans get higher and closer to screams. You know he’s close. “Oh fuck. Oh. Oh, fuck.” And then you can tell that he’s orgasming, even though you can’t see his cock. He lets out the longest wail, and Shane doesn’t stop pounding him hard while he cums. Only once he’s done, and he’s quiet, and limp, does Shane slow down and take a break.

He pulls his magnificent cock out of Frank’s hole. It’s still hard, he hasn’t cum yet. He flips Frank over roughly, and you see the mess of semen all over the table and all through the hair around his belly button. He looks ragged and exhausted. Shane leans over and kisses him.

“Sorry I came,” Frank says. “I didn’t want to cum yet. Not till you… not till you bred me.”

“Don’t worry,” Shane tells him. “We’re going to take a break and then I’m going to keep fucking you. So you’ll still get my load.”

The two of them collapse onto the sofa, Frank half in Shane’s lap, while you get them a glass of water each. They make small talk, and kiss each other occasionally, and Frank absently strokes the hair on Shane’s chest. Then, after about half an hour Frank decides he’s ready to go again. 

This time they go into the bedroom. Frank lies down, face up on the bed. Shane demands more lube, which you provide. Then he spreads Frank’s legs, straight out and upwards and braced against his shoulders. And he starts fucking him once again.

This time it’s slow and lazy, Shane taking it easy after the pounding Frank’s already taken. You’re sitting on the floor again, facing towards Shane so you can see the way his hips move each time he thrusts his dick deep into Frank’s ass. 

“Should we let the cuck jerk off?” Shane asks after a while.

“Huh?” Frank says, as though he’s forgotten I was there. “Oh, yeah, sure.”

“You hear that?” Shane says to you. “You’ve got permission to take out your useless dick and play with yourself.”

You reach into your trousers, timidly, feeling your hand against your dick which is sore from being erect and unattended to for most of the morning. You stroke it, careful not to give it too much stimulation at first in case you blow your load within seconds.

“That’s good,” he says approvingly. “You keep it in your pants. You can touch it but we don’t want to see it.” He kisses Frank again, then he asks him, “So, was I right?”

“About what?” Frank asks.

“When I said I’d fuck you better than he ever has.”

There’s a long pause before Frank finally admits, “You were right.”

“How does that make you feel?” Shane asks you.

You don’t know how to answer. You feel ashamed hearing Frank say that. But you also feel exhilarated, the rush of being truly cucked and emasculated and destroyed by a better man. And you also feel a little closer to shooting your load.

“Get out your phone,” he tells you.

You do as you’re told, confused. “Why?” you ask.

“I want you to record,” he says. “So you’ll always have the moment when I made your man mine.” With that he shoves his dick in a bit harder, and picks up the pace, lets his eyes close as he enjoys the pleasure.

You open the camera on your phone and start recording, just as Shane really starts to pick up the pace. The harder he fucks the more the two of them move across the bed, until Frank’s head is hanging over the edge of the mattress upside down. He’d be looking right at you if he didn’t have his eyes closed too.

“Fuck,” Shane growls. “I’m close. You ready for me?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Frank says, the word sounding like a sigh of delight.

Shane opens his eyes and fixes them on you. “Here it comes,” he says. “I’m about to breed your man in three, two…” And then with a long moan he unloads, his whole body going rigid, still staring straight at you and the camera. 

At first you feel like you’re so in tune with him that you can actually feel his orgasm flowing through you, the sensation flowing through your body and your groin and… And then you feel the cum erupt out of your dick and all over the hand that’s still down your trousers, and you realise you weren’t somehow feeling his orgasm, you were having your own.

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That wasn’t the end of it. You made them lunch after that, and the three of you sat there eating it at the very table where you’d watched Shane fuck your boyfriend not an hour earlier. You’d been reluctant to wipe Frank’s cum off the table — you’d wanted to keep it there forever, like a permanent reminder of your cucking — but you’d decided you’d better clean it off after all.

After lunch the three of you had returned to the bedroom and Shane had fucked Frank again, this time Frank riding Shane for what seemed like all afternoon. And then after a break and a drink they’d made out on the sofa in the living room until that turned into fucking again. And once they were all done, and exhausted, and covered in sweat and cum and lube, they’d gone and had a shower together. And then that had turned into more fucking, but this time fucking that you could only hear and not see because you weren’t invited into the bathroom with them.

It had been late afternoon by the time Shane had left, and the way Frank looked at him when they said goodbye had left a terrifying dread in the pit of your stomach because it looked like Frank had fallen for him already after a single day.

You’re not sure whether you’ll see Shane again. You and Frank had talked about keeping it casual, seeing different guys each time to avoid any attachment forming. And with good reason, if this is anything to go by. Still, you’re almost certain Frank is interested in seeing Shane again, even if he won’t say so for the sake of your feelings. And you kind of want it to, despite and maybe also because of the fear it causes you.

You’re going to have to have the discussion at some point soon, and you don’t know what the two of you will decide or where it might lead. For now though, you can just live off the memory of that Sunday. The memory, and the video. You watch that thing like every day; when you’re alone you turn the sound right up so you can hear the noises they made, and when Frank’s at home you’ll just watch it on silent in the bathroom where he can’t catch you. And you ejaculate every time, the same time you did on the day, the same time Shane did. That moment when he looks straight at you, straight into your soul, and breeds your boyfriend.

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That's it guys, that's the end of the draft!

I really hope you've enjoyed it. From here I'm going to edit it (probably just once, but who knows) and then do a final proof read before it's ready to go. I don't know how long it would take: sometimes it can be really quick (like literally a few days), sometimes much longer. My guess / hope is that I'll have it done by the end of the month. So look out for updates.