The Bull, Part 2 (Patreon)

A few months back I posted the first part of two stories and got you guys to vote for which one I should finish first. The winner was the story that became Cucked, Caged, Conquered, which I've just released the final of. The runner up (but hopefully still a good story that ya'll will like!) is a story told from the perspective of a bull, who meets a couple while working as a pool boy at a resort, and ends up moving in with them.

If you need to refresh your memory you can read part one here. And now part two is ready for you to take a look. Hope you enjoy it.

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That afternoon the husband came and found me on his own. When I saw him coming I was like, here we go, thinking the guy was about to try restore a bit of his own dignity by picking a fight with me or something. But he approached me with a kind of nervous, submissive vibe. I’m not surprised, to be honest.

“Hi,” he said. “I’m Christopher. Cooper’s husband.”

“Yeah I remember.”

There was a long pause; maybe he was waiting for me to say something. Thank him for letting me have his husband for the night. Apologise for making him sleep on the sofa. I don’t know. Didn’t really care either, he wasn’t going to get any grovelling from me.

“Cooper had a good time last night,” he said finally.

“I could tell.”

He looked around, kind of furtively, and lowered his voice even though there was no one around to hear what he said. “Can you please come back tonight?”

That wasn’t what I was expecting. But I wasn’t mad about it. “Yeah probably,” I replied. I mean, I was definitely going back if getting fucked by Cooper was on offer a second time, but I didn’t want to seem desperate.

“Okay, cool,” Christopher said. “We’ll be in our room any time after about eight if you want to come by.”

I wondered what this guy’s motive was. “It’ll just be Cooper and me,” I said. “You’re not expecting a three-way or anything are you?”

He shook his head. “No, nothing like that. I can sleep on the sofa again. I just want him to get to fuck you again.”

“Works for me.”

“Thanks.” That made me laugh out loud right in the guy’s face, thanking me for making him sleep on the sofa while I rode his husband’s cock in their king size hotel bed. It should really be the other way around, although I wasn’t about to go thanking this guy for anything.

So that night I went over to their room as requested. Cooper fucked me, I had a go fucking him, then we fell asleep exhausted. Similar story the next night, and the one after that, and the one after that. By the end of the trip I’d stayed over five nights out of seven. Which is hilarious if you think about it from the cuck’s point of view: the amount of money he would have spent to book that deluxe room with that big bed, only to spend just about every night sleeping on the sofa so the pool boy could take his place in the bed.

The morning they were going to leave Cooper asked me to go stay with them. We were sitting in bed drinking the coffee that the cuck had brought us when Cooper said it. “You can come visit us in the city if you want,” he’d said. I’d brushed it off as a platitude but he kept at it. “I mean it. You could stay for a few weeks before your classes start up again.”

I told him I’d think about it. To be honest I had no intention of following through, I couldn’t afford to give up my holiday job early. And besides, getting paid to spend the summer chilling out poolside and getting my ass railed by every guy I set my sights on was a pretty unbeatable deal that I wasn’t about to give up just because this guy was catching feelings.

That all changed though. About a week after they left the weather turned, and the rest of the summer was pretty much a write-off. Cold weather, storms, rain most days. Just about everyone seemed to be cancelling their holidays. And the worst part about it was that my shitty contract meant that I wasn’t getting paid for the days the pool was closed, but I was still having my accommodation deducted. Suddenly this place wasn’t as appealing as it had been.

When I messaged Cooper I wasn’t even sure he’d still be interested; it’s one thing to go all in on your holiday fling in the moment, but once you’ve had a couple of weeks back home in the real world the idea of bringing your trade to stay might not seem as wise. But he messaged me back immediately: I’m glad you decided to come stay. I’ve been thinking about you a lot.

Fuck, I still had this guy eating out of the palm of my hands. It was kind of cute too.

So we made plans; I booked a train ticket, and Cooper told me that Christopher would pick me up from the train station.

He’s all good with this? I asked.

I think he might be more excited about it than I am.