Lockdown with my Husband's Bull: Part 2 (Patreon)

Here's the second instalment of my latest draft, about a guy who's in for more than he expected when he agreed to let his husband's bull come stay for a while over lockdown.

I heard the two of them fucking in the afternoon. I would have dropped what I was doing to go watch, but I had a deadline so I couldn’t stop what I was doing. Hearing them set off the cuckold jealousy I was so used to, the angst of being excluded while my husband had amazing sex. It also made me a little frustrated that I couldn’t go watch and enjoy it with them. But I figured that there would be plenty of opportunities to watch them fuck over the next few weeks, so it wouldn’t matter if I missed some of it. And I’d need to get used to missing out occasionally if I was to have any hope of getting my forty hours of work done each week in the house with the two of them.

So I did my best to block out the sound of the headboard pounding against the wall, and the grunts and moans they made as they fucked. I don’t think it worked though, because I was as hard as a rock for most of the afternoon, and when I reviewed my work at the end it was obvious that I hadn’t been concentrating at all.

It was after seven by the time I got my work done. When I finally emerged from my office I found Joe cooking dinner and Scottie sitting on the sofa.

“Hey,” I asked Scottie, “do you want me to help you move that stuff out of your car before dinner?”

“Thanks bro, that’d be awesome.” He seemed genuinely grateful this time, which gave me a momentary but noticeable feeling of pride that I was making myself useful to him. “Keys are on the table by the front door if you want to make a start.”

I started unloading the car. It was pretty full: a couple of bags of clothes, a hamper full of sports shoes, and a decent amount of workout equipment. It took me maybe six or seven trips out to the car to get it all and take it to the spare bedroom; I kept waiting for Scottie to come out and help me, but by the time I’d finished the last load there was still no sign of him.

I locked up the car and went back inside. Scottie was still sitting on the sofa in the same place he’d been before. “I’m done,” I announced, not trying to hide the irritation in his voice that he’d made me do it all himself without lifting a finger.

He looked up from his phone, and for a second I was actually expecting him to apologise. But instead he just looked at me smugly and said, “Good boy.” Then he went back to looking at his phone, ignoring me completely. He smiled, pleased with himself.

I scowled at him, without him even noticing. I opened my mouth, for a moment intending to give him a stern talking to about manners, but then I realised how petty I’d sound. And I knew then what he’d done; in just a single day he’d somehow managed to establish his position as the alpha of the house, and now I’d be on the back foot trying to get him to give me any respect at all.

I was angry now. But also impressed. And a little hard.

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Joe and Scottie shared an appreciation for big blockbuster action movies, the kind I hated. But the two of them didn’t really give me much of a choice in the matter, so after dinner we sat around watching some buddy cop action flick, the three of us all sitting together on the sofa. While the two of them got right into it, cheering at every explosion and high-speed crash, I sat there beside them feeling quietly resentful. It didn’t help that Joe’s hand sat resting on Scottie’s thigh for most of the movie, while he didn’t seem to even notice I was there.

I was relieved when it was finally over. We could finally get a bit of alone time without Scottie. “Well, I think I’m about ready to hit the sack,” I announced. I looked at Joe. “You ready, babe?”

Joe didn’t reply right away. His expression looked a little awkward. So I knew what he was about to say before he even said it. “I’m kind of keen to have sex,” he admitted. I knew that he didn’t mean with me.

I had to admit that hearing him say it turned me on instantly. Still, I was tired of Joe’s attention all being directed at Scottie; I felt like I needed a bit of it, exclusively. Just for an evening.

I hesitated. Joe didn’t try push me, but Scottie chimed in. “Come on bro, you don’t want to deprive your husband, do you?” He winked at me. “Plus I’m pretty sure your dick’s telling you that you want to watch us fuck, am I right?”

I couldn’t lie. So I just sighed and gave in. “Okay then, lets go.”

The two of them didn’t waste any time, they must have been dying to go at each other the whole time we were sitting watching the movie. Joe dragged Scottie off to the bedroom while I followed behind. They attacked each other, pulling off items of clothing. They wrestled around on the bed, each of them trying to pin the other one down. Joe may have been in pretty good shape, but Scottie was like eighty percent muscles. So before long he had Joe pinned down, face down. “Lube!” he demanded, and I complied. Then, still pinning Joe down beneath his weight, he started to enter him.

Joe was in heaven, he loved it rough. And that’s how he got it for a good half an hour or so, held down flat on the bed beneath Scottie’s weight while Scottie pounded his ass into the mattress.

“You want my load?” Scottie asked, visibly getting close. “Third load of the day?”

“Yes!” Joe begged.

Scottie clenched up, and let out a growl of a sigh as he unloaded in Joe’s ass. He held it there for a minute, before slowly pulling out and sliding off Joe and onto the bed. Joe rolled over too, revealing a wet patch where he’d cum straight into the sheets from being fucked. I hadn’t cum yet — I was getting good at that — because I was looking forward to reclaiming Wintson’s ass again finally.

The two of them lay on the bed, catching their breath. “You enjoy that, Nick?” Scottie asked.

“It was pretty hot.”

“Good,” he replied. “Now get out, we’re gonna go to sleep.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s my turn. You had him last night.” I realised as the words came out that I sounded a little pathetic. I looked at Joe, desperate for him to take my side, but he didn’t say anything.

“Bro, I think it’s pretty obvious who he wants to share a bed with,” Scottie said.

“Joe…?” I whined.

“Another night can’t hurt, can it?” Joe asked, wincing at the reaction he expected from me.

“Are you… are you serious?” I asked angrily.

“Dude, the man has spoken. Why don’t you just leave us to it?”

“But…” I didn’t really know what to say.

“You can do your pretend outrage bit if you want,” Scottie continued. “But we all know you’d fucking love being kicked out again while I cuddle your husband to sleep. Am I right?”

Fuck, he had me. My hard dick was giving me away too.

I didn’t need to say anything, Scottie knew he was right. “Okay so get the fuck out, and let us sleep,” he ordered.

Without a word I got up and left the room. As I walked out and shut the door behind me I heard Scottie say, “I bet as soon as that door’s shut he’ll be jerking out a load right there in the hallway.”

He was right about that too.

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By the third night it was clear I wasn’t getting back into my own bed until Scottie was done tormenting me and ready to give me permission. Initially I was upset about it; I pouted around the house like a surly child. But I couldn’t lie to myself, I actually loved it. I loved the way he’d so effortlessly claimed my bed and my husband, and I loved the way he talked down to me.

The next morning I took a pile of clothes and toiletries and put them in the spare bedroom — which was still filled with boxes, and bags Scottie hadn’t bothered to unpack yet — because it looked like I was going to be staying in there another few days at least.

I was getting pretty frustrated not being able to fuck Joe. We usually went three days between fucks at a stretch, but four days passed, then five, then six, without Joe touching me at all. I mean, I blew my load plenty, for sure: I jerked off watching the two of them fuck most nights, and occasionally when I could hear them from the other room but couldn’t get away from my desk I’d quickly knock one out so I could go back to concentrating on my work. But not being able to touch my husband sexually was fucking killing me.

Joe and Scottie though were at it constantly though, and over the first few days they fell pretty quickly into a routine. I’d deliver coffee in the morning, relishing the opportunity to sneak a look at them sleeping intertwined together before waking them up with the sound of setting their mugs down on their bedside tables. Then I’d leave them to laze in bed while I got to work in my office, and eventually I’d hear them start to fuck. Mid-morning they’d wake, do half an hour of yoga, have breakfast, and shower together.

They’d spend the rest of the morning — and sometimes the early afternoon, depending on how busy they were — doing their own work. Scottie was trying a pandemic pivot into workout videos, and spent a bit of time doing all the associated social media that came along with it. Joe usually didn’t have much to do: a few emails, monitor some stocks, make a few calls. Once that was done they’d work out together, and that usually resulted in them fucking some more. And once they were spent, the two of them would go for a swim and spend the rest of the afternoon chilling out in the sun by the pool. I’d join them about six when I got off work, we’d have dinner together, and then we’d pass the time until they felt like fucking again.

It was amazing how quickly it just became normal. On day seven I moved Scottie’s boxes out to the garage — the boxes that had been sitting there a full week unopened now. Moving them was an acknowledgement that I might be in there for a while yet. I grabbed a few more things from the master bedroom; as I did I collected up Joe and Scottie’s dirty laundry and put it in the wash. And having done that, I changed the sheets on the bed for them too.

That was the same day Joe stopped wearing clothes around the house. I wasn’t surprised to see him standing in the kitchen naked making toast when I came out for my morning coffee. But I was surprised when I emerged from my office for lunch to find him once again naked, this time making himself a sandwich.

“I like this development,” I said as I admired his ass. He looked at me quizzically, so I elaborated. “Not bothering with clothes.”

“Ah, yeah,” Joe acknowledged. “Scottie said he wants me naked around the house from now on. Guess that works out well for you too, huh?”

My dick jumped. That was so hot — not just the idea of my husband in a permanently naked state, but the fact that he was doing it unquestioningly under orders from his bull. “Yeah I think it suits me fine,” I said, sidling up behind him. Close, close enough so he’d be able to feel my breath on his neck and the electricity of my skin almost touching his. “Only trouble is, it’s gonna make me want to fuck you too.”

Joe turned, his dick starting to harden. He rested his hands on my chest. My dick pulsed with the sensation of finally having my husband touch me, the anticipation of him running his hands down my torso, touching my cock. But instead he just gave me a gentle shove, pushing me away from him. “Shame you’re not gonna get a chance, then, isn’t it?”

“Just a kiss?” I asked. I meant it playfully but it came out a little more pathetic than I’d intended. I took a step closer to him again.

“Hands off, cuck.” The voice from behind startled me so that I quickly pulled my hands away and took a step back. I turned around, feeling embarrassed, like I’d been caught doing something I wasn’t allowed to. I guess I had.

“Cuck’s trying to get a feel of my man, then?” he accused, arms folded as he stood there across the room from me. I felt like I should probably tell him to fuck off, but I knew I couldn’t bring myself to.

“Don’t worry,” Joe reassured him, “It’s not like I would have let him.”

I shot him a wounded look; he tried not to laugh.

Scottie walked over to me. Into my personal space. Looming over me, standing there silently until I finally looked up and met his gaze. “You touch him when I say you can. Understood?”

I glanced over at Joe, willing him to jump to my defence. He didn’t though, and the look on his face told me he was finding the whole exchange pretty funny. He was hard, too. The spectacle of seeing me put in my place by Scottie had got him going. “Joe,” I whined, “Are you going to let him talk to me like this?”

“Are you?” Joe shot back. He knew the answer, we all did. I stayed silent.

“I said, understood?” Scottie prompted me.

I nodded, unable to meet his gaze.

“Good,” Scottie said. “Now you’d better get used to having a bit of self control. Because you’re going to be seeing a lot of his body, and you’re not going to be touching it for a long time.”