Cucked, Caged and Conquered: Part Eleven (Patreon)

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I wondered how long it would take for Cohen to message Travis. I wondered if Travis would tell me or just leave me in the dark. I wondered if Travis would go for the idea of hooking up with him, or if it he’d find it a little too full on to do anything with a guy we knew socially, and who he already had some sexual history with. It seemed dangerous.

Something told me he’d be fine with it though.

I tried not to pry, and just to wait and see. At least for a couple of days, till I couldn’t handle not knowing anymore.

“I ran into Cohen,” I said, casually as I could, “from your old work. At the gym the other night.”

“Yeah, I heard.” Travis didn’t even look up from his phone. I could tell he’d been chatting to someone on the apps, because I’d been hearing the notifications go off every minute or so, and I’d been watching that grin crawl across Travis’ face each time he answered a message. It was a familiar sight by now, and it was torture. I wondered if he’d been chatting to Cohen these last couple of days. If they’d gotten deep into conversation. I wondered if it was Cohen he was talking to right now.

“He messaged you already?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“Do you think… do you think you’ll meet up with him?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow, okay,” I said. “Any idea when?”

“I’m meeting him for a drink tomorrow night.”

I almost spat out the chamomile tea I’d just taken a sip of. “You’re going out with him?”

Travis put down the phone on the sofa beside him and looked at me properly. “Does that bother you?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. I thought about it for a bit. I guess it hadn’t really crossed my mind so far that he might go out to meet someone. Something about it seemed significant, which was weird. I mean, you can’t get much more intimate than having sex with someone, but still, the idea of him going out to meet another man in a social setting seemed like a big step.

“I don’t know,” I repeated.

“Does it bother you that we’d be hanging out together?” he asked.

“Maybe?”

“And that people might see us together.”

“Shit, yeah, that’s a lot.” I felt my dick stir against the metal as I thought about it.

Travis’ lips began to spread into a playful grin. He was enjoying winding me up. “Would you be bothered if people saw him rest his hand on my thigh?” he asked. “Or if they see him lean in close and whisper in my ear? Or grind up against me on the dance floor?”

My cock was straining against the metal already by that point. “You’re evil,” I said, “you know that?”

He laughed. “I wonder if we’ll see people we know. And they’ll see me with him and think to themselves, ‘isn’t he married?’ They’ll think I’m cheating on you. Maybe they’ll feel sorry for you.”

The thought of people seeing — of people knowing that Travis was sleeping with someone else — was incredibly hot in a way that I hadn’t even thought about up until now. But it scared me too. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. I guess I needed to be ready for it.

Right now though, I couldn’t quite handle thinking about that side of things. So I changed the subject. “I saw Cohen…” I felt embarrassed to say it. “I saw Cohen in the changing room. Naked. He’s… big.”

That made Travis cackle. “Oh shit,” he said, “so you saw how much bigger he is than you. I guess you understand why I’m so keen to hook up with him.”

“Was the sex good?” I asked. “Back when you guys slept together a few years ago?”

“Babe, it was phenomenal,” he said. “Just think what it would be like to be fucked by that cock of his. And he knows how to use it, too. When we used to fuck he’d make me cum rivers. And leave me not walking right for days.”

“Why didn’t you ever take it further with him?” I asked. I didn’t want to say the rest of that thought out loud: What’s stopping you from taking things further with him this time?

Travis shrugged. “He’s a player. He’s not boyfriend material. Some guys are made for fucking, and some guys are made like you.”