Lockdown with my Husband's Bull: Part 1 (Patreon)

Hi everyone! New year, new story. Here's the first part of a draft I've been working on for a while, it's a commission from a fan (thank you to the commissioner, and thank you for your patience!). It's about a cuckold whose bull moves in over lockdown. It's on the extreme side, a little like my second book Cucked and Replaced. Lots of humiliation, domination, and a cuck that slowly gets sidelined from his marriage by an asshole bull. Hope you like it!

I should have known it would be trouble from the moment he first asked.

“You got a minute?”

I looked up from my computer screen. Joe was standing in the doorway of the spare bedroom, leaning against the doorframe. Gym shorts that hugged his ass, sleeveless tee-shirt that showed off the shape of his body and the tone in his shoulder muscles. Every time I saw him looking like that it would made me want to ditch my work and just spend the afternoon fucking him instead — at least a couple of times this week I’d blown off a conference call to let him drag me into the bedroom for an afternoon fuck session. To be honest I’m surprised I got anything done working from home with him around.

“What’s up?” I asked.

He had that look he always gets whenever he’s about to ask for something he knows I won’t approve of. “I was wondering,” he started slowly, “how you’d feel about Scottie coming to stay for a while.”

I felt that familiar sensation of my heartbeat picking up just a little, almost imperceptibly, and the tingle in my groin at the mention of his name. It was a conditioned response by now because I’d watched them fuck a dozen times at least, and I couldn’t help thinking about Scottie without simultaneously thinking about how hot it always was to watch him balls deep in my husband.

“Coming to stay?” I repeated Joe's words. “What for? How long?”

“I don’t know,” Joe replied. “For a little while. He needs somewhere to crash for a bit. With all the restrictions and social distancing requirements, the personal training work at the gym has pretty much completely dried up so he’s fucked for rent.”

“Oh, shit.”

“His landlord’s breathing down his neck for rent money and he knows he’s not going to be able to be able to make the payment, so he has to get out of there in the next few days.”

It was a pretty common story by now, people losing their jobs from the pandemic. I felt bad for the guy. He was a popular trainer. Like, really popular. He got good results — Joe's ass and arms were proof of that — but I guess even the best couldn’t compete with a pandemic. I felt like we should help; we were in a pretty enviable situation given that my job was secure and well-paying, and we had no landlord issues. We even had a spare bedroom. And I couldn’t lie to myself, the idea of having him move in here and cuckold me with my husband on a regular basis would be pretty amazing.

Something about it made me a little bit uneasy about it though. It sounded all fine as a jack-off fantasy, but my rational brain started screaming at me almost instantly that agreeing to this situation might be biting off more than I could chew. Scottie was much more dominant than most of Joe's other bulls, which was beyond hot when he’d order me around in the bedroom and treat me like a beta bitch, but it made me a little nervous about whether we’d be at risk of that kind of dynamic spreading into our day-to-day life.

And then there were the logistics of it all, too. “I guess we’ve got the space,” I mulled over out loud. “Even with me working from home we’ve got the spare room. Or the pool house… Wait, he would be in here, right? You’re not thinking of him having our bed the whole time, are you?”

“No, no, of course not!” Joe shook his head emphatically. He paused for a second. “Not for the whole time. Maybe like, occasionally, though, right? You’d be down with that?”

The way my cock started to harden at the thought of it answered that question for me. “Yeah, occasionally,” I conceded. “I mean, I guess that would be part of the fun of having him stay. But as long as he knows that when the fun’s over he has to give us our space, okay?”

“Of course.” Joe smiled, relieved. “Thanks, angel. I appreciate it, I know Scottie will too.”

I got up out of my office chair and walked over to where Joe was leaning in the doorway. I rested a hand on his hip, another on his ass. “Why don’t you show me how much you appreciate it?” I suggested.

Joe put a hand on me in response, wrapping it around my back and pulling me in close. “Ah, I see,” he said. “All this talk of Scottie coming to stay’s got you going.”

I nodded.

“You looking forward to watching us fuck?” he asked.

I nodded again. “Oh, hell yeah.”

“Good.” He reached down and felt my growing cock. “Oh, you’re pretty into it, huh?”

I didn’t answer, just kissed him on the neck as he held the weight of my hardening cock in his hand.

He pushed me away, walked over to the office chair, and sat down. He reached into his shorts and pulled out his own cock, almost fully hard itself. “In that case, why don’t you come over here and suck this, while I call up Scottie and tell him the good news.”

I was over there in a flash, on my knees. Looking up at Joe's face I took his cock in my mouth, as he pulled out his phone. As I started sucking him off he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. “Hey, stud,” he said into the phone. “Yeah, told you he’d be all good. He can’t wait to watch you fuck me.”

*          *          *

It all happened pretty fast from there. Scottie took the following day to pack and move out of his place, and about nine that evening he was standing on our doorstep with an overnight bag slung over his shoulder.

It had been a while since I’d seen him; the pandemic had meant a lot less frequent hook-up sessions for him and Joe, and the last few times Joe had stayed at his place and left me at home. So I’d forgotten exactly how impressive his body actually was. Or maybe it had just got bigger and more muscular since last time — which wouldn’t surprise me given the effort the guy put in at the gym most days.

He was wearing a muscle tee with armholes dropped low enough that you could see just how built his lats were, and how toned his torso was. And sweat pants tight enough to hug his thick quads — the result of countless hours of squats and leg presses — and the sizeable bulge of his cock. His body was built from hard work and sweat, but that big cock of his was sheer genetics.

Joe stepped out onto the porch to greet him. As he did, Scottie dropped his bag down onto the ground so he could wrap his arms around Joe’s body. The two of them kissed for several seconds before either of them said anything.

“Missed me?” Scottie asked finally.

Joe nodded. “Of course.”

Scottie looked over at me. “Hey, buddy,” he said, collegially, giving me a nod. “Hey thanks for letting me crash here a while. You guys are life savers.”

“No problem at all,” I told him. “I think it’ll be fun.”

He grinned at me. “Don’t you worry buddy, you’ll love it.”

“Do you want to come inside?” Joe asked. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he wasn’t just talking about stepping in the front door.

Scottie picked up on the innuendo. “Thought you’d never ask.” He took Joe’s outstretched hand and followed him inside. As he did he looked over to me and asked, “Hey, Nick, think you could bring those bags in for me?” But he didn’t bother to wait for me to answer before he’d disappeared around the corner heading for the bedroom.

I picked up the bags, hurriedly dropped them off in the spare room, and followed the two of them to the bedroom. By the time I got there they were already fully into it, Joe on his knees on the floor with Scottie’s fat cock in his mouth, Scottie pulling off his muscle shirt and throwing it on the floor with his shorts.

Joe was making appreciative noises as he took Scottie’s cock as far as he could down his throat. Joe was good at giving head, and he could deep throat me down to the base, but he couldn’t quite manage to get Scottie’s monster fully in there. Scottie helped though, he grabbed him by the hair on the top of his head and buried his cock in as deep as it could go. I could hear Joe gagging, and I could see his own hard cock heaving at how much it turned him on to be handled like that. Scottie held him there, struggling on his cock, for a full ten seconds or so, before finally pulling Joe off and leaving him gasping for breath.

Once he had his breath back Joe went in for more, but this time Scottie stopped him. “Up on the bed,” he whispered.

Joe got up off the floor and sat down on the edge of the bed. This time it was Scottie’s turn to get down on his knees, and he slid his mouth around Joe’s cock. It made Joe moan with pure delight — I thought I was good at sucking dick, but I was always blown away by the reaction Scottie could get out of my husband when he wrapped those lips around it. Scottie massaged Joe’s balls as he blew him, every now and then wrapping his hands around his scrotum just below where it met the base of his cock, and pulling slowly, stretching the skin. That made Joe moan even harder. He got more and more into it, sucking on Joe’s cock with increasing intensity, till Joe had to tap him on the shoulders urgently and stop him. “You’re gonna make me cum!” he said. “I don’t wanna cum yet. Not till you fuck me.”

Scottie took his mouth off Joe’s cock. “Guess I’d better hurry up and fuck you then.”

He grabbed Joe by the legs and flipped them up and out of the way, bringing Joe’s ass hole right up in front of his face. He licked it, got it all wet and got Joe moaning desperately. He stopped for a second, long enough to ask me, “Bud, where’s the lube?” before he went back to loosening up Joe’s hole with his tongue.

I made a beeline for the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lube. I gently set down on the floor next to where Scottie was kneeling, then retreated to my spot over in the corner.

Joe knew my favourite routine and on this occasion he indulged me. He flipped over and got onto his hands and knees on the bed, facing me, so I’d be able to see every nuance of his reaction as he got fucked. Scottie lubed up and positioned himself behind Joe facing me. He gave me a grin and asked, “Ready to see your husband get it?”

I nodded enthusiastically.

He didn’t need any more encouragement than that. In a single long, fluid stroke, he plunged his cock into Joe. I couldn’t see his cock enter him, but I could tell the exact moment by the look on Joe’s face. His eyes scrunched up into an agonised wince that slowly gave way to an expression that looked one part relieved and one part overwhelmed. His arms seemed to turn to jelly and he started to sink his head down towards the mattress, before steadying himself and backing up into Scottie’s strokes. Scottie grabbed Joe’s hips, pounding him harder and harder, but never taking his eyes off mine, his intense stare like a challenge to me. Look what I’m doing to your husband. Are you going to try and stop me?

But of course I’d never try and stop him. I loved this. By now my own cock was in my hand and I was stroking it in long, slow strokes calibrated for maximum pleasure without letting me blow too soon. No matter how good it felt to fuck Joe, or to have him fuck me, nothing compared to watching him getting pleasure to a whole new level with a man like Scottie.

Usually they’d be flipping each other all over the bed, switching up positions. But this time they just fucked doggy for what seemed like maybe an hour, Joe wailing as Scottie hit the deepest spots inside of him. By now there was a wet patch on the sheet below Joe’s cock where his leaking pre-cum had collected, and Joe’s skin was sparkling from a sheen of sweat. I don’t know how he took it like that, I know I couldn’t have. Finally though, he cried out, “Fuck, Scottie, fuck, I’m cumming!” Scottie rammed it in a few more times, even harder than before, and with a roar like a battle cry the cum started to erupt out of his cock. The bouncing of his cock as Scottie fucked him sent wads of cum flying in all kinds of directions, each landing on the sheets making dark, wet stains.

Feeling Joe cum must have set Scottie off, because it was only three or four pumps before he slammed his cock into Joe one last time, empaling him as hard as he possibly could, and howled as he held it in there releasing his load into Joe’s ass.

The two of them stayed there for a few seconds like they were frozen in time. Then finally Scottie pulled out; I saw a trickle of thick cum pour out of Joe’s ass and onto the sheet the moment Scottie unplugged it.

“Fuck,” said Joe, sounding almost shellshocked. He collapsed onto the bed and lazily rolled himself over onto his back. “Thanks, man.”

“No problem.” Scottie looked over at me. “You gonna cum now, buddy?”

I thought about it; I was so close. But I shook my head. “Nah I think maybe I’ll wait,” I replied. I looked at Joe. “I’d be keen for sloppy seconds, if you think you’d be up to it babe?”

“Uh, I’m pretty wrecked,” Joe told me. “I think maybe I’ll need to pass. It’s kinda late anyway, I think maybe I’m keen to just go to bed.”

I was a little disappointed; I’d been so close and now I was rapidly losing my hard-on. But it was fair enough. “No worries. Let’s just go to bed.”

We all sat there for several seconds, none of us moving. I was waiting for Scottie to get the hint and leave, but he just seemed oblivious.

The silence went on long enough that it was starting to become awkward. So I finally broke it. “Scottie, do you want me to show you where the spare room is?”

“Ah,” he said, finally seeming to understand what was going on. But instead of taking the hint he just said, “I was thinking I’d probably stay in here with Joe tonight.”

I looked at Joe, expecting his support. But instead Joe said, “Is that okay? Might be nice, his first night here. We haven’t had a sleepover in a while.”

I was a little taken aback, and a little annoyed. But the idea of being forced into the spare bedroom so this gym stud could take my bed for the night did turn me on a fair bit, so I acquiesced. “Okay.” I tried to make it sound like it was my decision to make.

I grabbed a couple of things, kissed Joe goodnight, and left them to it, turning the light out as I went. As they went to sleep in each other’s arms, in a bed stained from their sex, I went into the spare bedroom and jacked off reliving their fuck in my head.

*          *          *

The next morning I brought them coffee before I started work for the day. I didn’t see them again till mid-morning when I emerged from my home office to get my second coffee and take a break. Scottie was sitting at the dining table, in just a pair of boxer briefs, eating breakfast and reading the paper.

“Morning,” I said as I helped myself to coffee from the filter jug. “How you doing?”

“Yeah good thank bud,” he said absently, not really looking up from his paper.

“Hey.” I asked, “you got everything you need?”

“Yeah, think so.” He paused to think, then corrected himself. “Actually I have that bag of dirty laundry, wasn’t sure where your washing machine and stuff was.” He gestured over at a big gym bag on the floor.

“Oh yeah, it’s in a closet in the hallway, but it’s not that obvious.” I explained. “That big double-door closet between your room and my office.”

“Ah cool,” he replied.

“Do you want me to show you where all the laundry stuff is?”

“Nah, it’s all good,” he replied, still not really shifting his attention from the paper. “You might as well just put it on for me.”

“Sure thing,” I said. I’d already picked up the bag and taken it out of the room before it even struck me how rude it had been for him to expect that of me, and how weird — and a little humiliating — it had been of me to agree to it so readily. But by that stage it would be too awkward to make something of it, so I just took his bag of laundry and started emptying the contents of it into the washing machine. It was all gym gear — ripe, sweaty gym gear — apart from the underwear and socks. I sneakily took a couple of items and held them to my face, deeply breathing in the smell of testosterone till my dick twitched. Then, once I’d emptied the contents of my bag I turned the washing on and returned sheepishly to the kitchen to get the coffee I’d gone in there for in the first place.

“All done,” I announced, feeling a little stupid.

Scottie still didn’t look up from his paper. “Thanks bro. I got some stuff out in my car I need to unpack too, so maybe you can gimme a hand with that too, later on.” The way he said it didn’t sound like a request; it was like he’d already assumed I was going to capitulate. Part of me was a little annoyed at the arrogance, but part of me admired the casual dominance he was able to display without even really trying. And part of me tingled with electricity at the thought of doing jobs for him like his bitch.