Lockdown with my Husband's Bull: Part 3 (Patreon)

Here's the third installment of my latest draft. I'm keen for feedback, so let me know if you have any comments!

My days started getting busier, because on top of my forty hours a week in front of the computer in my office, I started picking up more and more jobs around the house. The two of them never made me cook, they enjoyed doing that together. But taking out the trash, cleaning the dishes, vacuuming and mopping the floors, that all just became my job. It was never explicitly said, but somehow it was just obvious. I’d jump at the chance to be useful to them, and they pretty quickly just grew to accept it. At first Scottie would smirk at me with a mix of approval and disdain. But within a few days it became so normal he stopped even noticing that it was happening.

Doing laundry was my favourite — gathering up their cumstained sheets, and Scottie’s sweaty gym gear, inhaling the musk and the sex before I’d put it in the washing machine — but folding it at the other end of the process was less exciting.

It was wearing me out though, all these chores. Day ten was a Saturday, so by Friday night I looking forward to finally having an opportunity to sleep in and take it easy. I hit the hay early, leaving the two of them curled up together on the sofa in front of the television.

But on Saturday morning, waking up in that bed alone, it just didn’t feel right. Usually Joe and I would sit there and talk, read the news together, fuck, ease our way into the day. Sitting in that bed alone scrolling silently through news on my phone with no one to talk to, it didn’t seem like a luxury. It just felt like a waste of time. So I figured I might as well get up and do my chores.

It was looking like a hot day, so I went outside and skimmed the leaves off the surface of the swimming pool. By the time I came back inside I could hear Scottie and Joe noisily fucking; it made my dick hard and my pulse quicken. I listened outside their bedroom door for a while, feeling my cock grow in my pants but resisting the urge to stroke it. Then I went to the kitchen and cooked them breakfast.

The animal roar, followed by silence, told me they’d finished just as the eggs were almost ready. The two of them appeared in the kitchen just as I was plating up, as if they’d planned it perfectly. Both still naked, except Joe was wearing a metal ring around his scrotum, just beneath the base of his cock. I looked at it, puzzled about what role it had been playing in the sex they’d just had. The two of them noticed me looking, but didn’t offer any explanation.

“Good morning,” I said, putting their plates down on the kitchen table.

Joe kissed me on the cheek. “Morning babe. Thanks for breakfast, I’m fucking starved after that.” He sat down and started devouring the food.

Scottie didn’t say anything, he just sat down at the table and started eating. He took a few bites, and paused for a moment. “Salt,” he said, without bothering to look up at me. I hurried over to the counter, grabbed the salt and passed it to him. I watched expectantly as he sprinkled it over his eggs, took another bite, looked satisfied with the result. Then I realised how stupid I must look standing there like his personal waiter, and I sat down at the table with my own breakfast.

“You guys got plans for today?” I asked, trying to start some conversation.

“Nah,” Joe replied. “Same as usual. Yoga. Workout. Pool. You?”

It used to be we’d make our weekend plans together. Man, how quickly that had changed.

I shook my head. “Nah, nothing. Taking it easy. Maybe I’ll come join you guys by the pool for a change.”

Scottie snorted. “If we let you,” he said with a grin. “I’ve got a job for you before that though.”

“Sure,” I replied, before mentally kicking myself for agreeing so easily, without him even telling me what the job was. “What is it?”

“I need you to clean out your half of the wardrobe,” he told me. “I’ve got no room for my stuff.”

I laughed at the joke. No one else did though. “You’re not serious? Are you?”

Scottie nodded. “Of course. I’ve been in there for a week and a half, and I’m not planning on moving just yet. Unless you’re gonna try make me..?”

Joe laughed. I blushed and shook my head.

“Didn’t think so. In that case, I want you to clear your stuff out. Then I want you to take all the laundry you just ironed yesterday, and the stuff from my bag in the bedroom, plus all my stuff that’s been sitting in your room.”

He paused. I nodded.

“And then you’re going to carefully hang everything that needs hanging, and carefully fold everything that needs folding, and put it all away in my new closet. Got it, cuck?”

I nodded again. My dick surged with a rush of blood.

“What do you say?”

I started blankly at him, unsure of what he meant.

“What do you say when I give you a job to do?”

I wasn’t sure where he was going with the question. I thought about it for a second, then I replied, hesitantly, “Thanks?”

He smiled, satisfied. “That’s right.”

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So I did what I was told. It took me a good chunk of the day, clearing all of my stuff out of the wardrobe and the draws, and neatly arranging his clothes in the space left behind. But eventually there was a row of freshly ironed shirts and carefully folder trousers neatly hanging in the wardrobe, organised by colour.

Being in that bedroom — my bedroom — alone for so long seemed kind of strange, like I was intruding in a sacred space I wasn’t supposed to be in. It was exciting; it made me a little hard.

“You finished yet?”

I turned to find Scottie standing in the doorway. I nodded.

“Good, because we need the room.” He sauntered over to inspect my work. “You did well. It looks good. It’s your job to keep it this neat from now on, understood?”

I nodded again.

Joe entered the room. “Looking good,” he said, looking at my handiwork. “Did you enjoy that, spending some time making way for Scottie?”

Another silent nod.

“Is there anything else you want him to fix while we’re at it?” Joe asked Scottie.

Scottie looked around. “Oh yeah,” he said, reminded. “That wedding photo on the dresser. You can take that and keep it in your room. As a reminder of the marriage you’re missing out on. The last week or so’s been a nice little role play for you, but I want to make it clear from now on: a better man’s moved in on your turf, and your husband’s mine now till I’m ready to give him back.”

“Hot,” Joe said, as he came over and wrapped himself around Scottie. “Babe do you want to show Nick how it’s done?”

Scottie didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. He just threw Joe down onto the bed and climbed on top of him. “Sit,” he ordered me, and I quickly took a seat on the floor to watch them.

Joe was hard immediately. Scottie went down on him, brushing gently past the head of his cock, licking his balls.

“That reminds me of something else,” he said. He wrapped his hand around that thick metal ring that was still fastened around Joe’s scrotum, and he pulled gently. Joe let out a satisfied moan, and writhed a little on the bed.

“Do you know what this is?” Scottie asked.

“No,” I replied.

“It’s a ball stretching ring,” he explained. It’s heavy, it weighs down your balls so they hang nice and low.” He released, and then pulled again, making Joe moan a second time. “You start with a little one like this, and then as you get used to it you add thicker, heavier ones to make your balls drop further.”

“Why?”

“It’ll make my orgasms better,” Joe said. “Further to travel.”

“And because I like him this way,” Scottie added. “Transforming his body.”

Scottie’s mouth travelled back up to Joe’s chest, his neck, his mouth. They kissed, like they’d forgotten I was there.

But a few moments later Scottie spoke to me again. “Now that he’s got my ring,” he said, “I don’t think he needs yours any more.”

Joe extended his hand towards me. “Want to take it off for me?” he asked.

Fuck, the humiliation got me so goddamn hard. And the fact that Joe was participating so enthusiastically, too. I reached out, and slowly slipped the wedding ring off Joe’s finger. He didn’t break my gaze the whole time.

I knelt there, by the bed, holding Joe’s wedding ring in my hand. What next?

Scottie got up off the bed, stood towering over me. With a smug, superior smile he put his hand out. “You’re gonna hand it over to me, aren’t you cuck? Without any resistance. Same way you handed over your husband.”

I put the ring in his outstretched hand. He closed his palm and wrapped it around the ring. Then with his other hand he gave me a pat on the head — condescending, like patting a puppy or a child — and said to me, “Good boy.” Then he walked over to the bedside table and put the ring down. “The ring stays here until you have your husband back.”

God, I almost came in my pants from that interaction. Forcing myself to hand it over, realising that my husband wasn’t going to be my husband again till Scottie decided to give him back.

It had got Scottie going too, his cock was rock-solid. “Holy shit,” he chuckled. “Something about making another man hand over his wedding ring gets me fucking wild.” He jumped back on the bed. “You want me to fuck you now?”

“God yeah,” Joe replied. He wrapped his legs around Scottie, pulling him in tight.

Scottie lined himself up, and with a fluid motion he slid his cock into Joe’s spread hole, making Joe cry out for a moment. Then immediately, without any warm-up, without easing into it, Scottie started to pound his ass like a piece of meat. Quietly, unnoticed, I reached into my pants and pulled out my aching, leaking dick. I should have been hurt. I should have been worried about whether I’d become less of a man in my husband’s eyes. But the only thing I could focus on was how hot it was to see Joe take Scottie’s cock, howling with a pleasure at being penetrated by such a perfect specimen of a man while his cuck husband sat watching helplessly.

It wasn’t long before I came, my hand ready to catch the wad of cum as it shot out. They were only just getting started though.