Cucked, Caged and Conquered: Part Eight (Patreon)

Here's the latest instalment. And finally, some action! Well, not for Grant though. Just for his husband Travis.

“You want to know about him?” Travis asked, standing in the kitchen as I put away the groceries.

“Yeah,” I said. “If you’re okay with that.” I was dying to know all about the guy he’d picked to fuck him tonight, but I didn’t want to be intrusive.

Travis showed me his phone, open to a mirror-selfie of a shirtless man in what I guessed was probably his bathroom. He had skin that was dark and smooth, with a golden glow where the light hit it, highlighting every bit of definition on his lean body. Clean-shaven, with a strong jaw and a killer smile. A bit younger than Travis and I, just like the last guy.

“His name’s Michael. Twenty-seven. Visiting for a few days — we’ve been talking a bit and he was really keen to meet up before he heads home on Friday.”

“He’s hot.”

“I know, right?” Travis said. “You should see his other pics.” He withdrew his phone. “Not that you’re going to — my eyes only.”

“When’s he getting here?” I asked.

“About twenty minutes,” Travis replied. “I’m going to have a shower before I gets here. Want to join me in the bathroom?”

My jaw dropped a little. “Like, in the shower with you?” The thought of it, our wet bodies pressed up against each other, feeling his cock start to harden against me, instantly started to make me horny.

He laughed dismissively. “Of course not. You can just watch me get myself ready for him.”

I felt a little embarrassed for assuming he’d want me to do anything more than just watch. But I was desperate to take any scrap I could get. “Yes,” I said.

“Good. You can leave the dinner prep for later,” he said. “You’re gonna have plenty of time for that once Michael gets here. Have you got your cage on already?”

“Yep,” I said, giving my crotch a gentle pat.

“Good boy,” he said. “Can’t have you getting horny before we’ve got your cage on.”

I followed Travis into the bathroom and watched attentively as he flung his t-shirt aside and dropped his shorts and underwear to the floor. He turned on the water, gave it a few seconds, and stepped into the shower cubicle, pulling the glass door shut behind him.

The finer details of his body quickly became hazy from the accumulating steam and the droplets on the glass. Aside from that it was an undisturbed view of his naked body, every single rivulet of water tracing its way down his body and finding the crevices between the muscles of his toned body. He was so fucking hot, so fucking beautiful. At times like these I could never quite get over the fact that I’d landed myself such a perfect specimen of a man. A man that was so much better suited to guys like Michael.

He started to lather himself. “You looking forward to it?” he asked over the sound of the shower.

“Yeah,” I said. “You?”

He laughed. “Of course. You couldn’t possibly imagine how badly I’ve needed to get fucked this last week or so.”

I was pretty sure I could imagine it. I realised though, that no matter how badly he’d needed it, it hadn’t been enough to make him settle for me.

“He said he wants to take his time,” Travis told me. “Eat my ass, let me service his cock. Said he doesn’t want to fuck me till I’m begging for it.”

Hearing that was torture. I was starting to swell in my cage, feeling it tighten around my cock.

“He showed me his cock,” Travis continued. “It’s big. Like, really big. Not super thick, but long. I reckon it’s gonna touch parts of me that haven’t felt it in years.”

“Does he know about me?” I asked.

“Nah,” he replied. “Well, I mean, my profile says I’m partnered. But he never asked anything, and it never really came up.”

“So what happens when he gets here?”

Travis shrugged. “Just stay out of our way and don’t be weird I guess.”

Travis was acting blasé, but I could tell by the way his own cock was starting to thicken and lift slightly that he was enjoying belittling me just as much as I was enjoying experiencing it.

He turned off the shower, opened the door, and grabbed his towel. Just as he did, the doorbell rang. “Shit, what’s the time?” he asked.

I looked at my watch. “Six.”

“He’s early.” Travis hurriedly dried himself and wrapped the towel around his waist. “You go make yourself scarce,” he said. “Go make dinner or something.”

I went back out into the kitchen, listening out as Travis went to the front door. I heard them talking, the voices getting a little louder as they headed in my direction. Then they were in the living room, just a kitchen island and a few metres of space separating me to them. They didn’t stop, just walked straight through the room in the direction of the bedroom. I looked up though, and caught Michael’s eye as he noticed me there. “Hey,” he said offhandedly as he walked through the room.

“Hey,” I squeaked back meekly, torn by the urge to avert my eyes competing against the urge to stare as long as I could and take in every detail.

As soon as they were out of the room I let out a deep breath that I’d been holding. My hands felt a little shaky from the nerves of it. My cage felt full, the metal gently hugging my cock.

I went about preparing dinner, a salad I’d planned with Travis’ hook-up in mind. It took a lot of prep and time, cutting and roasting things and letting them cool. That way I’d have something to keep me busy, focused, and not freaking out. And the end result was served cold, so that no matter how long Travis took his dinner would be ready for him when he was done, with no chance of being ruined by the wait.

I diligently sliced vegetables, fighting the urge to go into the hallway and listen to them. I reminded myself that they were taking it slow, which meant there was probably not much I’d be able to hear yet, and there would be plenty of time to listen later. By the time I’d put everything into the oven, though, I was absolutely desperate to know what was happening in the bedroom.

I crept carefully into the hallway and stood there, listening. At first, nothing. But after a while I heard a long, satisfied groan. My cock pulsed as I tried to identify whether the noise was coming from Travis or the stranger.

“Oh, fuck,” came another groan, loud and clear. Not Travis. I wondered what Travis had done to they guy to get a reaction like that.

Nothing for a while. They were definitely taking their time. Then, “Oh, fuck. Yeah, just like that, fuck.” That was followed a few seconds later by a splutter and a cough and a gasp, and it took me a couple of seconds for me to realise that I was hearing the sound of Travis gagging on the guy’s cock. Realising that turned me on immensely: Travis had never gagged on my cock, it had always fit pretty easily in his mouth. I wondered just how hung Michael was.

Some more moans, some more gagging, followed by the sound of movement. They were changing position or something in there. A moment later it was gasp and a moan that sounded completely different: this time it was Travis.

“Ahh,” he moaned. “Oh my god, fuck. Oh!”

I guessed that Michael must be eating Travis’ ass to get a reaction like that. I could picture it perfectly, Michael’s hands on his round, firm ass, spreading it wide to expose his hole. I thought about the last time I ate Travis out, feeling him writhe under me. To be honest that’s the only time I was really able to make him feel proper pleasure. I guess my tongue is more use than my dick.

Travis was really vocal, moaning and whimpering the whole time he was getting his hole tongued. The longer I stood there listening to it, the more I felt my cock strain against the cage and the more I felt my nutsack swell and tighten. At least till I heard the oven timer go off in the kitchen, and reluctantly pulled myself away to tend to dinner.

I quickly turned the vegetables, turned down the temperature on the stove, and hurried back to the hallway. Just in time, too. I heard Travis moan, “Oh god,” a pleading tone in his voice that I knew meant they were about to get into the real action.

“You want it bad, don’t you.”

“Fuck, like you wouldn’t believe. Uhh… fuck…”

“Relax, baby. Yeah, just like that.”

“Uh,” Travis moaned. “Uh, fuck…”

“Oh, you’re tight.”

Travis let out a howl of a moan that sounded almost like he was in pain. “Fuck!”

“Just relax, baby… Yeah, that’s right. You like that?”

“Fuck!” Travis cried our. “Oh… oh… fuck! Oh shit, fuck!” Each cry rising in pitch and intensity as his ass was slowly penetrated. Then a long, “Ohhhh!” that told me Michael’s cock had settled all the way into him.

My cock had deflated while I was busy focusing on the dinner. But now, in just a few seconds, it had become even harder than before. The metal of the cage was squeezing my cock like a vice as it struggled in vain to become erect. I almost let out a little whimper of my own at this new level of pain.

I heard a sigh, followed by a moment’s silence, then a gasp and a yelp. “Oh fuck!” Travis cried out again. Then a slap, followed by another little, “Uh.”

From that point on they were well and truly into it, the steady beat of Michael grunting and Travis moaning that meant I could picture every single motion of Travis’ ass getting pounded even if I couldn’t watch a thing. My cock was in agony by this point, the pain of its confinement doing absolutely nothing to stop it from trying to expand further. It was torture: the most perfect, electrifying torture I’d ever experienced. I wanted to touch my cock so bad, wanted to jerk myself off furiously while I listened and pictured them, and being denied the chance to do so was a cruelty that made me feel like I’d just discovered my purpose in life.

The oven timer going off again was an unwelcome distraction; I rushed into the kitchen, pulled everything out of the oven and hurried back to the hallway to stand there for longer. Listening to Travis moaning more and more intensely, I couldn’t help myself from reaching into my underwear even though I knew I couldn’t provide myself with any satisfaction or relief. I took my swollen balls in my hand, grateful for the sensation even if I couldn’t feel a thing on my cock itself. My heart was pounding now, my breath quick and shallow, and I wondered if it was possible that I might be enjoying this just as much as Travis was.

His wails were reaching a crescendo now, and suddenly he let out a long, anguished wail. The rhythm slowed and quietened. I listened closely, and I could just make out Travis say in a low voice, “You made me cum. Without even touching it. Holy shit that was amazing.”

I took my hand out of my pants, and saw a small patch slick with precum that I hadn’t even realised I was leaking. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and somehow convinced my heart to slow a little.

I heard Michael say something, too quiet to make out. But then I heard Travis respond, and what he said was unmistakeable: “No way, keep fucking me.”

The rhythm started up again, slower and gentler and quieter this time. Fewer grunts and moans too. I’d thought Michael was close to climaxing too, but obviously not.

I slunk to the floor, sitting carefully and listening. But for the next ten minutes or so there wasn’t much I could hear from beyond the door, and the strain of my cock in its cage started to subside a little. I sat there for a while longer; every once in a while I wondered if maybe they’d stopped fucking, only to hear one faint little gasp or grunt that told me they were still going. This guy had probably been fucking Travis for longer in a single session than all the times I’d fucked him in the last two years combined. But as much as I knew Travis must be having the time of his life in there, the relative silence had started to mean my attention was wandering. So I got up off the floor and headed back into the kitchen to finish making dinner.

I shakily went about assembling the salad, nerves all jumbled up from the last hour — or maybe more like an hour and a half — of listening to them fuck. When I was finally finished I set the bowl on the dining table and hovered for a minute or so, trying to decide whether to sit down and eat or whether to head back to the hallway for more.

Of course I headed back to the hallway.

The pace had picked up a little bit — steady but not frantic. Travis was moaning, but now the sound of his moans contained less anguish and more exhaustion. I couldn’t even imagine what it must be like to be fucked for this long.

Suddenly though, Michael’s grunts started to become louder and he picked up the pace a little more. “Fuck,” I heard him say, “fuck, I’m getting close.”

He started to fuck harder. “Fuck yeah, I’m close.”

“Fuck.”

“You ready for it?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Oh fuck, I’m really fucking close. You ready for my load baby?”

“Yes.” There was so much longing in that one word.

“Oh fuck… fuck…” A long, silent pause, and then an epic groan of relief as Michael emptied his load. My cock pulsed and pulsed, pushing so hard against the walls of its cage that it felt like it was burning.

“Oh fuck,” Travis gasped.

And then a thud as they both collapsed onto the bed.

There was a long silence, till Travis finally broke it. “Thank you.”

I stood there, surging with the need to touch myself as I pictured Michael’s load leaking from Travis’ loose, tenderised hole. But as soon as I heard movement I scurried away back into the living room to make sure they didn’t catch me loitering out there.

I heard the door open, then footsteps, then the bathroom door close. A few seconds later I heard the shower start up, and I waited another ten minutes or more as they washed the sex and the sweat off each other. They must have been so sweaty after fucking for so long; as soon as that thought crossed my mind I made a beeline for the bedroom to experience the stink of their sex before it dissipated. I stood there in the bedroom, taking in the musty reek of sweat and cum that made the air in the room seem dense and dank and moist. God, if I could only bottle that smell.

When I heard the shower shut off I went back to the living room and sat down. A few minutes later Travis and Michael emerged from the hallway and walked across the room towards the front door. Michael didn’t look in my direction, but Travis looked over and gave me a grin.

Once Michael was finally out the front door Travis returned. For a while he just stood there by the door, saying nothing.

“How was it?” I asked eventually.

“Holy fuck. It was phenomenal.” He walked over to the dining table and sat down. “God I’m hungry after that. You want to eat now? Or have you already eaten?”

I shook my head. “I was waiting for you.” I walked over and sat down next to it.

“How did you find it?” he asked me.

“It was good. Hot.”

“I’m glad you had fun too.”

“It sounds like the guy can fuck.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” He paused, deciding whether to say what he was about to say. “Beyond anything you could ever do.”

My dick surged again.

“You didn’t have an attack of the regrets?”

“Not this time.” I realised it hadn’t even occurred to me.

“Cool. So the cage is a winner then.”

I nodded. “Yeah. But can I take it off now? My dick is absolutely killing me.”