Lockdown With My Husband's Bull: Part 5 (Patreon)

Here's the climax of the story, hope you enjoy it! There's a short epilogue-kind-of-thing that comes after this, but I think I'll probably redo it substantially so I'm not sure if I'll post the draft. So this could be the end for now at least, until I've finished revising and am ready to publish the finished product.

It was day 29 when the first package arrived. I opened the door, in my cum-stained sweatpants, to sign for it. The courier looked at me with revulsion; it stabbed at me because I was used to guys thinking I was hot. Now I was just pathetic.

The package was addressed to Joe, so I took it to him out by the pool, where he was sunning himself, naked except for the thick ring stretching out his ball sack. Scottie was there too, also naked, his big dick resting on his thigh like a sleeping animal.

“Package,” I said, handing it over.

Joe studied the box. “Think I know what this is,” he said to Scottie. He started ripping off packing tape to get into the contents.

I was more than a little surprised at what he pulled out of the box. First was a ball-gag, with a strap made of black leather. That was followed by an O-ring gag — the kind that holds your mouth open so you can be facefucked without the option of closing your mouth — and after that a horse-bit gag. “I didn’t know you were into that kind of thing,” I said to him.

“I didn’t think I would be either,” Joe admitted. “But we’ve been getting into a bit of kink and we’re both keen to step it up a notch.”

Scottie got up off his lounge chair and came over, studying the various gags. “Which one do you want me to use on your first?” he asked, grinning sinisterly.

Joe thought about it for a few seconds. “I don’t think it’s up to me. I’m your bitch, you get to use me any way you want.”

“That’s what I want to hear.” Scottie picked up all three gags, looked at each of them for a second, then dropped all except the O-ring. “Get on your knees,” he ordered, his voice deep and commanding.

Joe dropped to his knees immediately. I just stood watching, feeling my cock begin to grow in my trousers as Scottie fitted the ring in Joe’s mouth, then roughly buckled the straps at the back of Joe’s head. By the time he had the straps fastened he was already semi-hard. He grabbed Joe’s long, blonde hair just above his forehead, forcing him to look up at his face. Then he fed his cock into the ring holding open Joe’s face. Slowly he pushed it all the way in. He left it in place as Joe gagged and spluttered on it, for a few seconds, then a few more. Then he pulled out, a trail of mucus and spit trailing after it as Joe gasped for breath. Then he shoved it back in, and started facefucking Joe forcefully right there beside the pool.

My phone buzzed, and I realised I was late for a video-conference. Every fibre of my being wanted me to just ignore it and go on watching Joe’s face get used in a way that was far more degrading than I’d ever dare to try with him. But I knew I couldn’t miss this meeting, so I reluctantly turned and headed inside, leaving them to it.

*          *          *

Over the next few days there were even more packages. On Saturday morning it was a harness and a collar. On Monday it was another gag, this one with a small bowl on it, intended to capture piss and funnel it straight into the wearer’s mouth — I was shocked at the idea that Joe would be into watersports, but the two of them just laughed at me, and Scottie threatened to use the gag on my if I didn’t behave.

On Tuesday there were cuffs, a spreader bar, and a leather mask. And then on Thursday were two huge packages: one containing a sling, and the other some kind of frame that looked like it was supposed to have a person tied to it.

On Friday morning when I returned to my room after having a shower, I found Joe bent over my desk, Scottie fucking him from behind. My monitor had obviously fallen over from the shaking and my keyboard and mouse were strewn across the floor. I was a little irritated that they were going to make me late for work, but I went with it. I touched myself as they fucked, coming painfully soon, and I mopped up the mess with the towel I’d been wearing.

Once they were done they noticed my presence. “Hey,” Joe said, as if there was nothing abnormal about the situation.

“Morning,” I replied. “What… What are you guys doing in here?” I tried to make the question sound inquisitive rather than like I was demanding an explanation.

“We were measuring up, scoping it out,” Joe replied. “And we got kinda carried away.” He laughed bashfully.

“Measuring up?”

Scottie took it from there. “We’re taking this room,” he told me. “For the gear.”

I wasn’t sure where to start. So I just repeated, “For the gear?”

“The sling’s going to go there,” Joe said, pointing over to my bed. “And then the X frame up against that wall.”

“Wait, what?” I asked, incredulous. “You want to turn my office into some kind of… some kind of sex dungeon or something?”

“It’s hardly a dungeon,” Joe said. “But yeah, that’s the general idea.”

“But what about—“

“You’re in the pool house,” Scottie told me.

“But the pool house leaks. And it’s full of junk.” I could hear the whiny tone in my voice. I knew I’d lost this argument already,

“You wanna argue?” Scottie asked. He took one step towards me, arms folded, looking down at me. The implication was obvious: he wasn’t intending to entertain any argument.

I sighed, frustrated. “I don’t even get a room in my own house now?”

“What the fuck did you expect, shit-for-brains?” Scottie said. “Cucks like you exist to hand over your men, and your beds, and your houses, and your dignity, to men like me.”

“Ouch,” Joe said, grimacing but obviously finding the comment kind of funny.

“So repeat after me: Please Scottie, take my house and my husband.”

For a second I refused to speak. But Scottie’s glare hardened, and eventually I knew I was going to give in. “Please Scottie, take my house and my husband.”

“I am going to live outside.” He gestured at me to repeat it.

I sighed. “I am going to live outside.”

“Like a dog.”

“Like a dog.”

“Because I am no better than a fucking dog.”

I looked at Joe, pleading in my eyes. He chuckled and gestured for me to say it. So I did. “Because I’m no better than a fucking dog.”

Scottie smiled. “Good boy. Now, you can have tonight in here, but I want everything cleared out by tomorrow noon. In the meantime you’d better get to work; aren’t you like half an hour late already?”

*          *          *

Noon didn’t leave me much time to clear out the home office for them, especially because the unused pool house was so full of clutter and junk that there was no room to put anything. I spent a little bit of time pushing everything over to one side to make some space, then I started moving my things one-by-one from the office.

By about nine thirty Joe and Scottie were out of bed and relaxing naked by the pool. At first neither of them seemed to even notice as I walked back and forth carrying boxes and piles of stuff. But on about my fifth or sixth pass, Scottie stopped me. “Hey, loser,” he said, not even looking up from his book, “where’s breakfast?”

“I’ve been… You said by noon…” I stumbled over my words.

“It’s almost ten. Get in the fucking kitchen and make us some breakfast.”

I nodded. “I’ll just put this stuff down and then I’ll get to it.”

I quickly unloaded my pile of clothes and made a beeline for the kitchen. By the time I’d cooked breakfast I’d lost another twenty minutes or so, and it was almost ten thirty. I knew I was running out of time to meet Scottie’s deadline. As I thought about that it dawned on me just how unquestioningly I’d accepted the deadline, no matter how unreasonable it was.

I brought the food out and sat the plates down on the outdoor table. Scottie and Joe sauntered over and sat down, digging into the food without an acknowledgement.

“Hey, cuck,” Joe said to me. It stung every time he called me that instead of using my real name. “Good news. Gregory and Seth are coming over for dinner tonight.”

The news surprised me: I already knew the state government had started loosening restrictions and we could start having visitors over again, but the lockdown had been going on so long now that having friends around for dinner almost felt like a foreign concept. As the thought ticked over in my head I suddenly realised the full implications, that two of my best friends were about to meet Scottie. The thought of being outed as a cuckold panicked me, even if it made me a little excited.

“They’re going to… They’re going to meet Scottie?” I asked nervously.

“Of course,” Joe replied.

“What are you going to tell them? About him, I mean. Why he’s staying.”

“I’ve told them that they’re going to meet my new boyfriend.”

Fuck. “You’ve told them already, about him?”

Joe nodded. “They’re excited to meet him.”

“What the fuck?” I said, letting my anger show in the tone. “Have you explained our whole situation?”

“Not really. Just enough to know there’s three of us. They’re dying to find out but I figured it would be more fun to give them the full story together.”

“Oh god.” I wasn’t sure quite how to take the news. But I felt my dick react when I imagined their pity, and their amusement, and my humiliation.

“You okay with it?”

I thought about it. “Fuck, it’s a big step.”

“It’ll be hot though. I'm sure you’ve always fantasised about telling your friends you’re a cuck, right?”

He was right. I nodded. And as I thought about it I got a giddy rush of oxygen to my brain and my dick.

“And how much hotter would it be if the bull’s right there when you tell them, right?”

He was right again. “So humiliating,” I muttered, but my voice gave away that I wasn’t complaining.

Joe laughed. “So you’re happy to tell them?”

I knew it was an unwise decision, but I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Hey,” Scottie interrupted. “Ten thirty. You should probably get to it if you’re going to have our new room cleared out and cleaned by twelve.”

*          *          *

By the time Gregory and Seth were due I was exhausted. I’d hustled to get my old room emptied out and cleaned by midday. Then Scottie had made me help him set up the new equipment for their purpose-designed sex room. I’d stood there like a prop, holding his drill and handing it to him when necessary, as he drilled hooks for the sling into the rafters, assembled the X-frame, installed hooks and shelves for his collection of gags and plugs and collars, and even drilled a D-shaped hook into the wall at knee-height. “This one’s so we can chain you to the wall,” he’d explained. “When we let you watch.”

Once we were done he’d followed me out to the pool house to inspect my new space. “Fuck,” he’d said, shaking his head with disdain. “It’s a mess out here. Tidy this place up. Have some fucking dignity. “

So I’d spent the next couple of hours tidying my new living space, sorting out the junk, stacking boxes into a neat arrangement in the corner, and trying to work out exactly what I needed to do to fix the leak in the roof. That had kept me busy till almost five, by which time I needed to make a start on dinner for our guests. By the time I’d got dinner into the oven the overcast clouds outside had opened up and it was raining hard; I ran across the pavement past the pool to the pool house to get freshened up and changed for dinner.

As I stood in the shower getting myself clean, I finally had a chance to give my full attention to what was about to happen. Two of my closest friends were going to meet my husband’s new boyfriend, and I was going to have to look them in the face and explain the whole humiliating arrangement. The thought of it gave me butterflies. It also gave me a hard-on that I was desperate to take care of, but I held off.

By the time I was out of the shower and dressed it was almost six. I’d taken longer than intended. I knew they’d be there any minute now, if they weren’t already.

I ran back across the pavers by the pool towards the house, thick droplets of rain landing on my head and putting spots on my shirt. As I got closer I could see through the wall of windows and glass doors that Gregory and Seth were already there. They must have just arrived, they were just sitting down together on the sofa, with Scottie and Joe sitting down together in the one opposite.

I reached the door and pulled the handle. It wriggled but wouldn’t budge. It was locked.

All four of them looked up. Seth waved, then looked over at Joe, puzzled as I rattled the locked door handle.

I saw Joe chuckle, just a little. Scottie didn’t, but I could tell by the smug look on the fucker’s face that he was enjoying this.

It’s on purpose, I realised. They’re doing this to fuck with me. I rattled the door handle harder, then gave up with an angry shrug. I glared at Scottie and Joe.

Gregory and Seth looked confused. I saw all four of them talking; Gregory laughed, looked over at me. Seth just looked puzzled.

I saw Joe pull out his phone and type something, and a second or two later mine started vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out, looked at it to confirm it was his name on the screen, and hit the green button. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“Hey baby,” Joe said, ignoring my question entirely, “You’re on speaker. Say hi to Gregory and Seth.”

“Hi guys,” I said. “Hey Joe, are you going to let me in?”

He ignored that question too. “I gave them a bit of an update on our new living situation but I figured I’d leave most of it to you. I told them that Scottie moved in and that we’re kind of serious. Oh and Scottie’s explained that we like to mess with you a bit. So maybe you can take it from here?”

All four of them were looking at me through the glass expectantly. Big drops of rain from the eaves of the roof fell on my head and my shoulders, running down my face and soaking into my shirt. “Well, umm…” Suddenly I had no idea where to start.

“You heard of cuckolding?” I asked into the phone. Gregory nodded, Seth shook his head. So I explained for Seth’s benefit. “I get off watching Joe with other guys. Well, not even necessarily watching — I just get off on him being with other guys and excluding me from it.”

Gregory was grinning, clearly amused, while Seth looked bewildered. So I continued. “So Scottie moved in, a few weeks ago, when the lockdown started. He’s been sleeping in the master bedroom with Joe for most of that time. They fuck, and sometimes they let me watch.”

“So, like polyamory?” Seth asked.

“Not really. A little? I guess? Scottie and Joe have the sexual relationship. I sleep in a separate room, and I don’t get to fuck Joe anymore. I just get to watch sometimes, when they let me. I’m basically like their slave, I do the jobs around the house.”

My clothes were soaked by now. I was beginning to worry that my phone would end up waterlogged pretty soon.

“That’s fucking wild,” said Gregory, shaking his head in disbelief. “But I guess it doesn’t surprise me. If anyone I knew was going to turn out to be a cuck I probably would’ve picked you.”

Seth swiped at Gregory. “Oh my god, don’t say that!” he whispered.

“It’s all good,” Joe said. “I mean for one thing, if it’s true it’s true.”

“Besides,” said Scottie, “This little beta bitch seriously loves it if you give him some verbal abuse. That’s what he lives for: seeing better men come into his home and give his husband what he can’t. I’ve taken his husband, his bed, his marriage, his house. And I give him shit for fun, and to keep him in his place. And all he can do is sit there jerking off from the treatment he’s getting. I mean, just look how much the little sicko’s loving it right now!”

For a second I wasn’t sure what he was gesturing at. Then I realised that my rain-soaked clothes were clinging to my body, my shorts giving away the erection I’d sprouted from this situation. Gregory and Seth both clocked it, and this time even Seth couldn’t help laughing.

“Shit dude, in front of your friends and everything,” Scottie said, wincing.

I felt so embarrassed, so humiliated. But that only made my dick throb harder, despite my desperation for it to disappear. I jiggled the door handle again. “Okay,” I said, the frustration in my voice clear, “I’ve played your game, I’ve humiliated myself in front of my friends. Can you let me in now? I’m soaking out here!”

“Baby, how are they going to get to know my new boyfriend if you’re hanging around the whole time?” Joe asked. “Or, do you want them to see Scottie humiliate you even more than he already has tonight?”

I pulled on the handle, then pounded on the glass. “Let me in!” I sounded pathetic.

“Little beta boy’s having a tantrum,” Scottie said. “Ask nicely, loser.”

“Please?”

“Do better than that.”

“Please can I come in?”

“Come in to where?”

“Come into the house.”

“Which house?”

I sighed in frustration. “This house, of course!”

“Which house?” Scottie repeated. This time I knew what he meant.

“Your house,” I said, resigned and defeated. “Please let me into your house. So I can sit with you and your boyfriend, and serve you food and drinks and let you make a fool of me all night.”

Scottie looked at me, that smug grin on his face. “No. Fuck off.”

“But—“

“I said fuck off.”

I looked at Gregory and Seth. They wouldn’t even meet my gaze, and the look on their faces told me I was making it awkward. I looked at Joe, and he didn’t react at all.

I hung up the phone, turned and walked back across the pavers past the pool. I didn’t bother running this time because I was drenched right through anyway.

When I stepped inside the pool house I saw that the leak had started again, dripping a steady drip all over a pile of clothes I’d left right in the wrong spot. I sighed, ignored it, lay down on my bed, pulled my hard dick out of my drenched clothes, and started jerking off.