Cucked, Caged and Conquered: Part Three (Patreon)

Hi guys, here's the latest in my story about the guy who's discovered he can't satisfy his husband and is going to have to step aside to let someone else do it properly.

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It took Travis three days to get an appointment with the doctor for his prescription, and he had to allow another seven to be sure the PrEP was working. And that whole time he continued to chat with various guys online.

He wasn’t quite as intense about it after a few days; by then he’d gotten a pretty good idea of who was around in the local area that he’d be up for meeting, and lined up a few potential guys, so I didn’t see him on his phone quite as much. But I noticed he definitely kept up some ongoing conversations, and he didn’t bother to tell me who they were or what kind of stuff he’d been talking about.

It all seemed a bit more normal for me now too, and I was no longer having a full-on horny freak-out every time I heard a notification go off on his phone. To be honest it’s kind of surprising just how fast something can change, from completely rocking the foundations of your life to just becoming a normal part of every day.

It was a Wednesday night when it finally happened. Our usual once-a-week sex night. Except this time Travis was the only one of us who’d be getting any.

We were sitting in front of the television after dinner when Travis’ phone went off. He picked it up, looked at it, smiled to himself. “I got someone coming over tonight,” he said.

He said it so casually, like it happened all the time. But my body almost shook at the thought of it.

“Like, for sex?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

I didn’t know what to say. I felt a little ill, with a feeling in the pit of my stomach that I couldn’t quite identify: could have been excitement, could have been dread. Was probably both.

“Are you ok with it?” Travis asked, after I didn’t respond.

I let out a deep breath, the kind you do when you’re trying not to panic.

“Hey,” he said. He got up and came over to me, sitting next to me and putting a hand on my leg. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”

I didn’t even know, to be honest. “I think I’m just a little nervous,” I said. “It’s all just becoming really real.”

“It’s okay to be nervous,” Travis replied. “It’s okay to not be okay.”

I nodded.

“Tell me,” he said. “Are you still okay with this happening? You can tell me if you’re not.”

“I am,” I said. “Of course.”

“Are you absolutely sure?”

I paused to let myself think about it for a few seconds. It was scary, so fucking scary. But when I thought about him backing down I felt disappointment tug at me, like we’d both be missing out on something. “I think so,” I said. “What would you even do if I told you not to do it? You know you need this, you’ve admitted it.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. We can figure it out together. Either way I’d rather know now before it’s too late.”

I took a deep breath and let it out. “I want you to do this,” I told him.

“Why?” he asked. The way he asked it, it wasn’t out of interest. It was a test.

“I want you to get the sex you need,” I told him.

He looked at me silently, knowing there was more.

“And it turns me on, knowing you’re going to get fucked.”

He smiled. “Okay then.” He kissed me on the forehead. “Sounds like I’m about to get fucked tonight then.”

He picked up his phone and typed out a message. Then he put his phone down and stood up. “I told him to come round in about half an hour. I’m going to go have a shower.”

The next thirty minutes were the longest of my life as I sat there completely freaking out about what was going to happen. In the meantime Travis had a shower and got changed, and by the time his visitor was due he was back with me in the living room, wearing a pair of shorts and a loose shirt buttoned not quite to the top. It looked like he’d just thrown on whatever he had lying around, but I knew it was carefully selected. The shorts hugged his ass and his dick, and the shirt allowed for the slow ritual of unbuttoning and revealing his body inch by inch instead of just pulling a t-shirt off over his head.

His phone buzzed, and he checked it. “The guy’s just outside,” he told me.

“Should I…” I realised that despite how much this scenario had consumed my thoughts over the last couple of weeks, I hadn’t given any thought at all about where I should be or what I should do. I suddenly realised how awkward it would be having to introduce myself to Travis’ hook-up.

“Don’t worry, just stay there,” he said. “I told him you’re my roommate.” Then before I could respond or even register how embarrassing I found that, he disappeared from the room and went to let the guy in the front door.

I heard the sounds of the door open, the two of them talking, and the footsteps as they came down the hallway towards me. My heart was pounding and I was in fight-or-flight mode, desperately trying to keep my shit together as this crazy situation unfolded.

They entered the room, Travis first. The guy who followed him into the room was maybe four or five inches taller than Travis, but broader in the shoulders. Younger than I realised I’d been expecting: maybe in his late twenties. Short hair with a close fade, slightly longer beard. He wore a bomber jacked zipped not quite all the way up over a t-shirt or a tank top with a low neck exposing his collarbone. Trainers, and a pair of sweatpants that were just tight enough to make it immediately obvious what had made him appeal to Travis.

“That’s Grant,” Travis said, gesturing in my direction as he walked past me.

“Hey,” the guy said with a relaxed nod in my direction. He didn’t introduce himself, and Travis didn’t introduce him either.

“Can I get you a drink?” Travis asked.

“Nah, I’m fine,” the guy replied.

And with that the two of them disappeared into the hallway towards the bedroom.