Cucked, Caged and Conquered, Part One - the winner of the poll for my next story (Patreon)

This is the first part of the draft of my story with the working title 'Cucked, Caged and Conquered.'

UPDATE: This is the first part of the draft of my story with the working title 'Cucked, Caged and Conquered.' When I originally published this post it was one of two story ideas that patrons were able to vote on to see which one I'd write first. This one was the winner.

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“Is it in?” Travis asked.

“It’s in,” I replied as I started pumping my dick in and out of his ass. I went fast right from the outset; it had taken me so long to get hard that I needed to just get to the climax as quick as possible before I lost my erection again.

My husband was lying face-down on the bed, his legs spread and his head to one side. I was on top, my torso propped up by my arms like I was mid push-up, my hips between his legs as I humped him.

It was Wednesday night, sex night. We didn’t fuck every week, not any more. But when we did it was always a Wednesday, because neither of us had anything on and there were no good TV shows that came out that evening. And maybe in part because that was my regular gym day, and I’d always come home a little turned on being surrounded by so many fit guys.

“Fuck, it feels good,” I said as I fucked him furiously fast, like a jackhammer. Well, like a jackhammer except not as hard. Maybe more like the needle on a sewing machine. “Fuck, I’m close already.”

Travis was silent. The whole room was silent apart from my rapid breaths and the rapid rhythm of my hips smacking against his ass.

Travis grabbed his phone and unlocked it. He propped himself up on his elbows and started looking at it; I couldn’t see what it was he was looking at though, because the screen was obscured by his head.

Not that it mattered, I was too preoccupied with the sex. I guess it’s a good thing that one of us was, at least.

When I heard a moan, for a brief half a second or so I thought it was coming from Travis. That maybe I was hitting the right spot. But I quickly realised from the tinny, distant sound of it that the moan was actually coming from Travis’ phone. He was watching porn.

At first I felt a little offended he’d do that mid-sex. And then I felt a little despondent that the sex was so bad he needed to do that. It made me feel inadequate, surplus to requirements.

I’m not sure if I climaxed in spite of that realisation, or because of it.

Either way, I felt the surge of my orgasm coming. “Fuck, fuck, I’m going to… cum!” I groaned. I tensed up involuntarily, I shoved my dick in as deep and hard as I could and held it there, and I felt my balls and cock convulse as I busted my nut.

Travis stayed silent. The only sound was my agonised groan and the moans coming from the video on Travis’ phone.

I pulled out and rolled off him, spent, my breath heaving. He lay there, continuing to watch the video, and I lay there watching him watching it.

He rolled over onto his back, holding the phone above him, and started to stroke his cock. His long, smooth, beautiful cock.

“Here, let me help.” I reached over; he batted my hand away and started jerking himself harder.

So I just sat there observing quietly for the next couple of minutes, till he finally came, semen spilling all over his belly and pooling in his belly-button. He grabbed a pair of underwear that had been dropped on the floor next to the bed, and mopped up the mess with it. Then he got up and went to the bathroom.

It hurt, I had to admit, knowing he got so little out of having sex with me.

When he came back into the room a few minutes later, teeth brushed, the remains of sex washed off his skin, he didn’t even really look at me. He just climbed into bed, grabbed the book he was half-way though, and started reading.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him eventually, after a long silence of trying to decide whether I wanted to have this conversation.

He looked at me, as though he’d just remembered I was there. “What do you mean?” he asked, somewhat unconvincingly.

“That was… That was kind of weird,” I said. “It was like you didn’t want me fucking you.”

He put down his book. He sighed, the sigh you do when you realise you have to do something you don’t want to but you’d better just get it over and done with. He looked at me for a long time, and frowned. Then he said to me, “Truth is, I didn’t.”

No matter how much I was expecting that it still hit me like a punch in the gut.

“You know I love you, right?” he asked.

I nodded slowly. “Yeah. At least… I think so.” Hearing the words that had just come out of my mouth was suddenly making me start to doubt it.

“Well I do,” he said. “One hundred percent. I mean, that’s why I still let you fuck me when it’s not doing anything for me.”

“It’s not?” I said that like it was news, like I was shocked. Even though it had been pretty obvious for a long time now. “Ever?”

He shrugged. “Sorry, man. Do you want me to be totally honest about it?”

“Of course.”

“Okay.” He took a deep breath, like he was bracing himself. “You’re not that good at it. You’ve got no technique, you’re like a little dog trying to hump somebody’s leg. You lose your hard-on after like a minute. And I can barely feel it when your dick’s inside of me.”

God, he wasn’t holding back. I was shocked.

“Why have you never said anything?” I asked him.

“Why do you think? I was trying to spare your feelings. That’s why I let you climb on and fuck me once every week or so when you come home all horny.”

“You’re not doing a very good job of sparing my feelings now,” I said angrily.

“You fucking asked.” There was anger in his voice too. “I mean it was fucking obvious to both of us, it has been for years. But you said you wanted me to be honest.”

“Okay, fair enough.” He was right, I just hadn’t realised he’d be quite that honest.

“He sighed, a long, frustrated sigh. “Sometimes I just feel like I need to get fucked by a real man.”

That crossed a line. It was one thing to tell me the truth about how he felt, but that seemed like he just said it to hurt me.

“Fuck you.” I got up and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

I thought Travis would come out of the bedroom. To apologise, to continue the fight, whatever. But he didn’t. So I grabbed a blanket and a spare pillow from the linen closet and made myself a bed on the couch.

It took me forever to get to sleep, I just lay there in the dark, staring up at the ceiling, ruminating over the fight I’d just had. I was so angry at Travis for being such an asshole. Yeah, I knew he was just going through the motions when we had sex, it was obvious. And I knew I was opening up a can of worms when I asked him about it. But still, he didn’t have to be so blunt about it. It was like he actually wanted to belittle me.

I felt angry, and attacked, and humiliated. Which is why it was kind of a surprise that I started to get horny again for the second time that night.

I lay there playing with my cock, which of course wouldn’t cooperate; it flopped around as I jerked it back and forward trying to get it hard again. As I did Travis’ words played through my head: I just feel like I need to get fucked by a real man. And for some fucked up reason, thinking about the humiliation of hearing that by my husband was enough to make my limp dick dribble out its second load of the night.

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The next day I got up early, showered and left before Travis was even awake. So the next time we talked was that evening. We sat down on the couch — the same one where I’d laid last night and managed to jerk out a second load thinking about the things he’d said to me — and we talked it out.

He apologised for being unnecessarily harsh the night before. “It was out-of-line, I know,” he said. “I just get so frustrated about it, and last night I just let it all out because I’d been holding it in too long. But I didn’t need to be such an asshole about it.”

“It’s okay,” I told him. “I understand. I’m glad you could finally tell me you’d been feeling like this.”

“You’re not upset about it?”

I thought it over. “No. Well, I mean, of course it hurt to hear you say it. But I have to accept that you feel the way you do, and that your feelings are legitimate.”

He nodded slowly, taking it in.

“And to be honest,” I continued, “it was always pretty obvious you’d just been going through the motions all this time. So I’m glad it’s all been said, and it’s all out in the open now.”

“Okay.”

“And…” I paused, not knowing if I should say the next bit.

“What?” he asked.

It was probably a bad idea to say it. But we finally being honest so maybe it needed to be said. Maybe it would even do some good. “It kind of…” I paused again, swallowed nervously. “It kind of turned me on.”

Travis frowned in confusion. “What did? Our fight?”

“You telling me I’m no good in bed. And that you can’t feel me inside you.” I winced; I couldn’t believe I was saying this stuff. “And when you said you need a real man to fuck you.”

Travis looked so confused. “You liked that?”

“I’m not sure I liked it, necessarily” I guess I felt pretty confused myself. “More just that it turned me on, I guess.”

Travis looked a little sceptical. “It turned you on being told you can’t fuck me right and that I want someone else to do it instead?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“That’s fucking wild,” he muttered, as much to himself than to me.

“Does it make you think less of me?”

“I dunno.” He shook his head, looking exasperated, like he was trying to shake all the information he’d just received into some kind of order inside his brain. “Maybe. Who fucking knows?”

For a while we both just sat there in silence, till finally I asked, “What next, then?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want to leave?” I asked. I didn’t want to ask, I was too afraid of the answer. But I had to.

“I don’t think so,” he said. “If it was just about the sex I would have left you after the third date. But I love you. I’ve always loved you. That’s why I never said anything, because I figured if I did then we’d break up and I knew I didn’t want that to happen.”

“Okay.” I felt relieved.

“I just…” He stopped to think for a second. “I guess I just don’t want you to fuck me anymore.”

“Okay,” I repeated. “Do you want to try topping?”

He laughed. “No way, you know I’m a hundred percent bottom. Can you imagine me? Fuck, I might even be as bad at it as you are!”

That should have made me angry, or upset, but it didn’t. It set off some kind of a weird thrill inside me hearing him insult me so casually.

“I don’t want you to fuck me anymore,” he said. “And I want to find a man — some men — who can.”

“Oh. So like an open relationship?”

“I guess. But no, not quite. I don’t want you fucking anyone else, to be honest.”

I shrugged. “That’s okay, I don’t really want to. And by the sounds of it there aren’t going to be a whole lot of guys lining up for me to fuck them anyway.”

“True.” He said it like it was a simple matter of fact.

“So you get other guys to fuck you, but I don’t,” I said, laying it out. “Would I still get to suck your cock?”

“Of course,” he said.

“Would you still suck mine?”

“Hmmm, we’ll see.” He didn’t sound enthused about it. “Maybe occasionally. If you’re good.” He grinned at me when he said that; I could see that maybe he was starting to like the sound of this. Maybe I was too. I could feel that familiar tingle in my dick and my balls, turned on by the way he was talking to me.

“So, are you serious about this?” I asked. “Like, are you actually proposing we do this?”

He paused to think again, then nodded. “Yeah, I think I am.” He seemed just as surprised as I did, but pleased with the idea.

“So I never get to fuck you again?” I asked. I intentionally tried to sound sad about it, but by this point I was actually pretty fucking aroused.

“I mean maybe one day,” he said, shrugging. “But yeah, as far as the foreseeable future goes, you never get to put that limp little dick in my ass again. From now on my ass is only for men with real cocks. Do you accept the deal?”

I didn’t need to stop and think, I just nodded vigorously. “Yes.”

He laughed. “Holy shit, when we sat down tonight I was not expecting it to go like this.”

Neither was I. But instead of being upset I was actually excited about this new development. “Does it turn you on?” I asked.

“Actually yeah, it does,” he said. “Does it turn you on?”

I nodded vigorously again. “Can I suck your cock now?”

“Sure.”