Lockdown With My Husband's Bull: Part 4 (Patreon)

Here's part four of my story Lockdown With My Husband's Bull. We're settling in for the long haul here! Hope you like it.

Another couple of weeks went by. We settled into a proper routine. Having Scottie around didn’t even seem like a novelty anymore — although hearing or watching them fuck was still easily enough to make me shoot a huge load every time.

During the week my life became increasingly separated from theirs; I slept in the spare bedroom, and did my work in the office. Other than when I went out to the kitchen for a snack or a coffee, or had to mute myself in a conference call to avoid my colleagues hearing their noisy sex, their lives barely intruded on mine.

Each night they’d cook together and the three of us would sit down for dinner. Then I’d clean the dishes before joining them in the living room, where they’d be curled up together on the sofa in front of a movie or something. Each time I’d just sit quietly in one of the other chairs, strategically chosen so I could split my attention between what was going on on-screen and what was going on between the two of them on the sofa. Watching the intimacy between them killed me and brought me to life at the same time.

One evening I went to sit down in my usual chair but Scottie stopped me. “Hey I think I want you on the floor tonight.”

“Huh?” I looked at him, confused.

“Sit on the floor.” He had a smug, amused look on his face.

“What do you mean? Why do you want—“

“I said sit on the fucking floor, dude.” This time he was frowning, and there was a firmness in his voice that told me this wasn’t up for negotiation.

“Where?” I asked.

“Down there,” he said, pointing to a spot in the floor in front of them, where I’d have no view of the two of them.

I hesitated. I looked at Joe. He looked a little uncertain, like he wasn’t sure whether to get in on Scottie’s bullying. But finally he spoke: “You gonna do what you’re told?”

I sighed. I guess there was no arguing then. I took my place on the floor — the hard, polished concrete floor — and sat there for the duration of the movie. My ass and my legs were so uncomfortable, but my pride hurt more.

From that night onwards I sat where Scottie told me to. Some nights he would make me sit on the floor. Some nights he would make me stand, the whole length of whatever film or tv show we were watching, until my feet and legs were aching. Some nights he let me sit on my usual chair, but he’d always make me beg for it first.

But no matter where he made me sit, at the end of the night, he’d get up, walk over to me, and stand there. Towering over me. He’d wait till I looked up at him, directly in the face. And he’d say to me, “Now, cuck, you know what I’m going to do, right? I’m going to go and fuck your husband.” And he’d stand there, smirking until I said the words he wanted to hear.

“Thank you.”

*          *          *

It was a Saturday morning about two weeks after I’d moved out of the master bedroom when Joe knocked on the open door and poked his head into the room. “Can I come in?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure,” I replied, wondering why he’d even ask permission anymore.

He came into the room and leaned against the doorframe. Still naked — he almost never bothered getting dressed anymore — and with a thick metal right stretching out his balls. He had a vibe that I hadn’t seen for a while now — that same one he always had when he wanted something.

“Scottie and I were talking,” he started.

I put down the book I was reading, and inhaled deeply. I wasn’t going to like this, I was sure of it.

“You know he’s been making these online workout videos, right? Well he’s getting a good following and making some decent money from it.” Joe told me. “Trouble is, he doesn’t really have a good space for making them. Sometimes he films out by the pool, sometimes in the living room. But he kinda needs a dedicated space.”

“Yeah…?” I prompted him; he seemed hesitant to go on.

“So we were thinking maybe you could move into your office so he can have this room.”

There it is. I frowned at him, irritated. “Where would I sleep?”

“We figured you could just sleep in your office.”

“So live and work in that one room, so the two of you can have the rest of the house?”

“Yeah.” He grimaced awkwardly; this was obviously going exactly how he’d expected.

“Joe, that room’s tiny. And everyone will see when I’m on video calls that I’ve got a bed set up in my home office.” I sighed, exasperated. “He’s already kicked me out of my own fucking bedroom. Now I don’t get a bedroom at all?”

Joe looked a little annoyed. “Okay, don’t pretend you don’t love it. Getting ordered around and bullied by him, all of it.”

I scowled.

“I’m right though.”

Of course he was. “Joe, how long is this going to go on for?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Till he can leave and get his own place? Till me and him are tired of hooking up all the time? To be honest I don’t see that happening any time soon though, he’s pretty thoroughly turned me into his slut at this stage. And I have to admit I’m starting to find it pretty hot seeing you get dominated like this.”

I felt the blood start to rush to my dick, even though my first thought was to wonder whether my husband had lost all respect for me.

“Why are you asking me then?” I asked. “Why not just have him come in here and tell me it’s happening?”

“I thought you might be upset. You know this is all pretty hot but I don’t want to really see you get hurt.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“So we’re on? You’ll move?”

I paused, thought about it. Then I nodded. “Okay.”

Joe smiled, looking grateful but also pleased with himself. “Awesome. Why don’t you go tell Scottie then.”

“You can tell him.” I wasn’t sure I wanted to have to face him while I was feeling some type of way about having to move out of my bedroom for the second time.

Joe, grinned, mischievously. “I want to see you tell him.”

As soon as I understood what he meant, I was instantly turned on. I nodded, got up off the bed, and headed out to the living room. Joe followed to watch the show.

I found Scottie laying back on the sofa, looking at his phone. He didn’t look up as I approached, so I stood there for a few seconds before nervously clearing my throat.

“What.” It was less of a question and more of an instruction.

“Uh, I just came to tell you that I’ll move all of my stuff out of the spare bedroom so you can use it.”

“Good.” He didn’t even look up. “Make sure you give it a decent clean too. And open the windows, I don’t want it to stink of all the cum you’ve shot jerking off in there.”

*          *          *

One advantage of sleeping in the office was that it was closer to the master bedroom. My first night sleeping in there I could hear low, muffled voices as they talked in private. I could hear the occasional word, but not enough to make any sense of the conversation. All I could get was the tone; they sounded contented, intimate, as they talked. It made me rock hard listening to them, desperate to know what they were talking about, and painfully aware of how completely excluded I was from their conversation.

The next night they let me kneel on the floor in the corner of their bedroom and watch them together. At first they put on a performance for me; Scottie would look over me and taunt me as the two of them fooled around.

“You miss this bed, loser?”

“You miss your husband’s ass? Do you think I’ll ever let you near it again?”

“You think he’ll ever let you fuck him again? You think he’ll even be able to feel you if you do?”

At first they played rough; their sex had been getting rougher and rougher as the weeks went on. Scottie pulled on the metal ring around Joe’s scrotum, making him wince as he stretched it out, before letting it spring back into place. I could see Joe’s cock harden each time his balls got stretched out. Scottie slapped Joe in the face with his flaccid cock to get it hard, then when it was hard enough he grabbed Joe by the hair and pushed his face roughly down onto his cock. He held it there, while Joe gagged and spluttered on it. Then he pulled him off, let him gasp for breath, before pushing his head back down and choking him on his cock again. Part of me was concerned; Joe had never wanted to play rough like this with me, and the noises he was making sounded like he was in some discomfort. But I could tell by his hard cock, and the way he grinned and grunted every time he was allowed to come up for air, that he was getting off on it just as much as Scottie was.

Scottie pulled his dick out, pushed Joe over so he was lying face-down on the mattress, and roughly spread his legs. Then he wrapped an arm around Joe’s neck in a choker-hold, pulling his head backwards so he was forced to arch his back. He leaned in, whispered something I couldn’t hear in Joe’s ear. Joe replied with a grunt, and Scottie shoved his dick inside him. Joe cried out. Scottie pulled out of him, then shoved his cock back in hard, making Joe cry out again. “Tell me how much you love my cock,” he demanded.

Joe cried out again as Scottie’s cock forced its way inside him. “Fuck,” he moaned, his voice ragged and tired already. “Fuck, I love it.”

“You feel me deep inside you, baby?”

“God…” was all Joe seemed able to say, his ability to form words completely lost.

Scottie pounded him hard into the mattress. “Your ass is never going to be the same again after me,” he bragged. “Hubby’s dick’s never gonna touch the sides.”

I didn’t touch myself, I knew I wasn’t allowed to when I watched them. But I didn’t need to. The combination of his taunts and their sex was enough to set me off; it wasn’t like a proper orgasm where you shoot for miles, it felt more like the cum slowly flowing through my dick and spilling out like a dam that’s burst its banks. A few second later I felt the wetness of the cum soaking into my underwear and my trousers. I’d be embarrassed, except I knew neither of them would notice. I sat there watching them fuck as my dick deflated in the wet fabric of my underwear, starting to notice the ache in my knees from kneeling on the hardwood floor.

That was the hardest, watching them after I’d already cum. I felt stupid, and weak. I wanted to hold Joe in my arms, feel his bare skin against mine, and I felt so frustrated that I couldn’t. I felt ashamed that I’d let Scottie come into my house and take over my marriage, and that I was too far gone to do anything about it at this point.

As I sat there watching their sex began to take on a different quality. Scottie released Joe from his choke-hold, slowed down his pace. He lowered himself down onto Joe’s back, so the length of his chest and torso was pressed against Wintson’s back. He leaned in, gently kissed the back of Joe’s neck. They settled into that, their bodies tensing and relaxing into one another in perfect time, like they were a single organism. They were no longer fucking, they were making love.

I don’t know how long they kept going like that for; it was much longer than I could ever last. But that slow thrusting, Scottie looked like he could keep that up all night if he wanted to.

Eventually they switched positions: Joe onto his back, legs wrapped around Scottie pulling him in close as he continued to fuck him tenderly. Joe wrapped his hands around Scottie’s neck, just under the ears, and pulled his face in close. They kissed, and when they released each other they didn’t part, just kept their lips an inch from each other’s, and looked straight into each other’s eyes.

“You ready?” Scottie whispered.

“Yes,” Joe replied, understanding what Scottie was asking. “Cum in me. Make me yours.”

They kissed again, like lovers who’d been reunited after months apart. Scottie thrust one more time, deep, deep into Joe, and let out a sound that was half grunt, half sigh of release, as he came inside Joe. The two of them stopped, motionless, Joe’s arms and legs wrapped around Scottie pulling him in tight.

When their kiss finally ended, Scottie looked Joe in the eyes and grinned. Joe lay back, let his head rest on the pillow. “Fuck. That was amazing.” The world seemed to stand still for a minute or so, as they lay pressed against each other, looking into each other’s eyes. They kissed again, softly, briefly. Then Joe whispered, again, “You’re the best.”

Joe released his hold and Scottie rolled off, lying sprawled out on the bed, spent. “Thanks babe,” he said. He sat up, planted his legs on the floor. That’s when he noticed me there, remembered I was still there. “Like that, cuck?”

I nodded.

Scottie looked at me, looked down at the dark stain in my sweatpants where the cum had leaked through. “Looks like you had a bit of an accident there,” he said, laughing smugly.

I blushed, nodded meekly.

“You’re obviously enjoying watching. You want to show a bit of gratitude?”

“Thank you,” I mumbled.

“Thank you for what?”

I sighed, resigned. “Thank you for fucking my husband.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied. “Lucky one of us knows what he likes. And what he needs. Have you been taking notes? Learning how a real man does it?”

“I guess, yeah.”

“You think you could give it to him like I do?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Do you want to try?”

Is this actually an offer? Is he serious right now? For a moment my heart pounded in my chest, at the thought of being allowed to fuck Joe again. It wasn’t the ideal time, I’d just cum so I probably would have a little difficulty staying hard, but I couldn’t pass up the first offer that I’d had in weeks. I nodded. “Yes. Please.”

Scottie looked over at Joe, then looked back at me. He grinned, chuckled, shook his head in mock disbelief. “Holy shit,” he said. “You are fucking pathetic. Do you hear yourself? Begging me to let you fuck your own husband?”

I blushed some more. I’d fallen into that, for sure.

“Do you think I’m ever going to let you fuck him again?”

“I… I…” I stammered. I didn’t really even know what I was trying to say.

“You heard him, right? He asked me to make him mine. I’ve been making him mine with every single load I’ve put in him. Understand?”

I nodded.

“Who does he belong to?”

“You.”

“Damn straight. Now get the fuck out of our room, you piece of shit cuck.”

I got up off my knees, they ached, and they almost gave out on my as I tried to stretch them. But I made it to my feet, and hurried out of the door. I shot a furtive glance over at Joe, who looked thoroughly entertained by the interaction. As I passed through the doorway, Scottie spoke again. “Oh and those sweatpants you’re wearing,” he said. “Don’t wash them. I want you wearing them full time from now on, so you can see that cum-stain and be reminded of how good it felt to watch me breed your husband.”

I nodded and scurried away — almost stopping to close the door behind me, but remembering that I wanted to leave it open.

Alone in my room I stripped off and climbed into bed. With their bedroom door open I could finally make out their words and not just the muffled tones of their voices.

“It’s really fucking hot,” I heard Joe say. “When you put him in his place like that.”

“I’m glad, babe,” Scottie replied. “I get a kick out of it, and I know he fucking loves it judging by the way he’s always blowing his load in his pants from the humiliation. So if you’re getting off on it too then it’s a win-win-win.”

“I don’t get it,” Joe said. “I don’t understand why it turns me on so much. But seeing you dominate him, fuck it just makes me want you so much.”

“I guess you’re just into alpha males.”

“Lucky I’ve found one then.”

“Happy to help.”

A pause. And then, “I love you.” My dick sprang instantly to attention hearing Joe say those words, even though it was like the bed had just disappeared beneath me and left me falling.

“I love you too,” Scottie replied. “Night, babe.”