Cucked, Caged and Conquered: Part Fourteen (Patreon)

Hi guys! Here's the next bit of the story. I'd intended to share this part in one go, but I've found it a lot harder to write than I'd expected. So while I finish it off I thought I'd share where I got up to so far, since you've already been waiting a while for the next instalment. So this is the first half of the chapter/section, and the last part of the story - the part where Grant finally gets to watch his husband with another man - is coming next.

“I hear you ran into Cohen at the gym,” Travis said as we ate dinner the following night.

“Yeah,” I replied, thinking back to the how embarrassing the conversation had been. I’d felt so turned on in the moment, being belittled like that in front of everyone in the gym, although now that I’d had some time to come down from the rush of it I couldn’t believe that it had even happened. I wondered if I’d have to change gyms now, since I wasn’t sure I could ever show my face there again.

“I hear you asked him to come over,” Travis said.

“Well, I don’t know if I’d necessarily put it like that,” I replied.

“Oh?” Travis said, playing dumb. “So you don’t want him to come over here? You want me to keep going to his place?”

“No!” I said, a little too emphatically. “I do, I want him to come over here.”

Travis grinned. “Okay, that’s good. Because he’ll be here in about twenty minutes.”

“Oh, fuck.” Instant butterflies in my stomach.

“So clean up these dishes, go get your cage on, and then change the sheets for when he gets here.”

It was kind of amazing just how much he’d got into this new role of his: teasing me, bossing me around like I was his servant. Who knew he had this inside him? And who knew I was exactly the kind of sub who’d live for this kind of treatment?

I got up and hurriedly stacked the dishes in the dishwasher. Then I went to the bedroom and grabbed my cage off the bedside table — where it lived now, whenever I wasn’t wearing it — and hurriedly put it on, my cock already starting to swell to the point where it was becoming difficult to stuff it all in there. Then, once the cage was securely on and locked, I set the key down on the bedside table, and proceeded to rip the sheets off the bed, change them, and make the bed again neatly. All ready for Cohen to come in here and mess them up again.

I was barely finished when the doorbell rang. “Answer it!” Travis yelled from the bathroom.

I hurried to the door, took a deep breath to brace myself for what was about to happen, and opened it. There, in all his muscular, superior glory, stood Cohen.

“Hey, little man,” he said, with a grin that was at the same time both friendly and condescending. “How’s it going?”

“Good, thanks,” I replied nervously, frozen on the spot and completely freaking out.

We both stood there silently for a couple of seconds before Cohen asked, “You going to invite me in, then?”

“Oh, yeah, of course. Sorry. Come in.” I stepped aside and gestured, and he stepped in the door. He didn’t wait for me to show him through to the living room, he just walked in there, and I shut the door and followed.

“Hey, stud,” Travis said to Cohen, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him. Passionately. “How you been?”

“Missing you,” Cohen replied.

Travis looked kind of bashful as he replied, “Me too.”

I stood there like an awkward interloper, alarmed but massively turned on by the connection the two of them seemed to have formed so quickly.

“Do you want a beer?” Travis asked.

“Sure,” Cohen replied.

Travis looked over at me, and for a few seconds I stood there staring him back in the face obliviously till I realised the signal he was giving me. “Oh, sorry, sure, I’ll grab them.”

By the time I’d hurried over to the fridge, pulled out two beers, popped the caps and walked back into the living area the two of them had sat down on the sofa. They were close together, facing each other, Travis’ leg pressed up against Cohen’s and his hand resting on Cohen’s thigh.

I handed them the beers. Neither of them said thanks.

“Nice place you’ve got here,” Cohen said, looking around the room. “Way nicer that that shitty apartment you lived in back when we used to hook up.”

Travis chuckled. “Yeah, it’s a step up. That place was a dump.”

“You had some good parties there though,” Cohen reminisced. “You know, I had my first orgy there. Back when I was still an innocent little twink straight outta college.”

“I don’t think you were ever innocent,” Travis replied.

Cohen shrugged. “That could be true. What can I say, I was born to fuck.”

“And the world’s better off for it.”

At that point Cohen looked up and noticed me, still loitering awkwardly in the middle of the room. “You got your cage on tonight, little man?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Good boy,” he said smugly. “You looking forward to me putting a load or two in your husband?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. God, if he even understood just how much I was looking forward to it.

He looked at Travis. “You looking forward to it too?” he asked.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” Travis put down his beer, like he’d been just waiting for any kind of invitation. He leaned in to kiss Cohen, and swung his leg over to straddle him on the sofa.

I stood there watching them, feeling like I was about to lose my mind from the rush of seeing the two of them together. The chemistry they had was beyond what I could have expected, and it made me feel euphoria and dread seeing how right for each other they were.

Cohen’s hands cupped Travis’ ass, and as they made out more fervently Cohen started to squeeze it harder and Travis started to grind down on his crotch. Eventually the need seemed to overwhelm them, and Travis whispered, “Shall we go to the bedroom?”

Cohen nodded, and the two of them got up. They walked out of the room, not giving me a second glance. I followed, staying a respectful distance behind them, and I stepped into the hallway in time to see the bedroom door swing shut.

I let myself slump to the floor, facing the doorway, settling in for the long haul. I wondered how long Cohen could last; I knew it would be much longer than I’d managed to. I tried to construct a scenario in my head from the various noises I could make out: the gasps, the moans, the occasional giggle and a few muffled words spoken. My cock was struggling, pressing painfully at the confines of the cage in desperation to be allowed to become erect.

Suddenly the bedroom door swung open, and Cohen was standing there in the doorway, towering over me.

He was completely naked except for the silver chain around his neck; his cock was hefty and thick but not yet hard. He stood there, arms folded, looking down at me. “I’ve got a treat for you,” he said.

I didn’t say a word, just looked up at him, curious and a little nervous about what was going to happen next.

“Get up,” he ordered. I did as I was told. Then, “Get in the bedroom.”

I was confused for a second, till I realised what was about to happen. In all this time I’d never been able to watch what went on in my bedroom when Travis was with another man. But it looked like maybe that was about to change.