Cucked, Caged and Conquered: Part Two (Patreon)

You guys voted for which of my two story ideas you wanted to hear first, and the story that came out on top was this one, about a guy who gets caged in chastity by his husband and then cucked by a string of guys. I'm tentatively calling it Cucked, Caged and Conquered.

So here's the next part of the story. It's just a short section, because I haven't had much writing time the last couple of weeks (was away for a week visiting family in Australia, and also spending most of my writing time doing a final proofread of my latest story The Guy Next Door is Nailing My Husband), but there'll be more on the way soon.

From there things escalated real fast.

He downloaded a hook-up app the very next day. That evening after dinner as we sat together in front of the television his phone was dinging pretty much constantly as he chatted to various guys. I tried not to be nosey, but I’d keep glancing over to watch his reaction as a new message would arrive and he’d read it. The little smile he’d let spread across his face as he read messages from all these guys told me everything I needed to know: he was loving his new-found freedom and all the attention it had brought.

He didn’t tell me much about his chats but he knew to include me a little bit at least. Occasionally he’d show me his phone so I could see the latest dick pic.

“What about this one?” he asked at one point, showing me a pic of a massive, erect cock. “That’s the kind of cock I need.”

Fifteen minutes or so later it was a different one. “Do you think I should let this guy fuck me?” Then a couple of minutes later, “Bet you’d love to see me take a dick like this, right?” as he showed me a pic of a naked body with what looked pretty much like a third leg.

“I’d forgotten how easy it was to get laid,” he said as he sat there scrolling. “Don’t know why I waited so long to do this. I’ve had enough guys hit me up in the last half hour to last me the rest of the week.”

“Do you think you’ll meet any of them?” I asked, not bothering to hide the nerves.

“Of course,” he said, not even looking up.

“Oh, shit.” This was starting to get real. “Tonight?”

“Not tonight,” he said, still scrolling. “I decided since I’ve waited this long I can wait another few days till I’ve sorted a prescription.”

“Prescription?” I parroted back at him.

He stopped scrolling and looked up at me. “PrEP,” he elaborated. “When I finally get fucked properly I want him to cum in my ass.”

Hearing him say that made my dick pulse. “Oh shit.”

He laughed. “You like that?”

I nodded, embarrassed to admit it.

He was on his phone most of the evening, enjoying the attention and ignoring me. I felt a little offended that he’d ignore me so blatantly, but at the same time it got me horny beyond belief thinking about the conversations he must be having with the various guys he’d found online.

He was still on his phone in bed; eventually I turned off the light, rolled over and tried to sleep while he kept chatting. He didn’t realise that I didn’t fall asleep — how could I listening to his phone buzz with message after message from a bunch of hot hung guys? — and after he eventually put down the phone and went to sleep himself, I jerked off thinking about how badly he wanted to get fucked by someone else and how many guys were obviously lining up to do it.