The Bull, Part 3 (Patreon)

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The cuck was waiting at the entrance to the train station; I noticed him before he noticed me, but I could see him scanning the crowd anxiously for any sight of me. When he did see me he hurried over. “Hi!” he said. “Let me take your bags for you.”

“I’m fine,” I said.

“Please?” He way he looked suggested he felt a little ashamed of asking. I realised then that he wasn’t offering for my benefit, he got something out of it himself.

“Sure,” I said, dropping both my bags to the ground. He picked them up, and then gestured with his chin to show me what direction we were headed. “This way.”

The vibe between me and him was kind of awkward. I mean, I’d barely talked to the guy apart from that one short conversation where he’d asked me to fuck his husband. Most nights at the resort I’d barely even acknowledged him. So once we were in the car neither of us said anything for a while; he seemed a bit too nervous to make conversation, and to be honest I just wasn’t that interested.

“Cooper’s sorry he can’t be here to meet you himself,” Christopher said eventually to break the silence. “He’s really busy at work this week, he had meetings he couldn’t get out of.”

“All good,” I replied. “And you? You’re not busy with work?”

“My work’s more flexible,” he said.

There was another long silence before he spoke again. “I’m glad you decided to come.”

“Yeah?” I said, eyeing him with a kind of suspicion that came from not understanding what the guy’s end game was. “I don’t get it,” I said to him. “Why are you so keen for me and your husband to keep seeing each other?”

“I like seeing him happy,” he said. Then a pause, followed by the real reason. “And… it’s a kink of mine. Seeing him — or, I guess, not seeing him — have sex with other guys.”

“Oh, so you’re like a proper cuckold?”

His eyes widened. “You’re familiar with that?”

“I have the internet, man.”

“True. Well, I can tell he’s into you. And you’re just the right amount of cocky to make it enjoyable for me too.”

“So does this mean you’re expecting to watch us have sex?” I asked.

“Well, I’d enjoy that. If I’m allowed, every now and then. But it’s up to the two of you really. I’ll do what I’m told.”

“I see.” To be honest the husband hadn’t really even crossed my mind that much when I’d thought about this trip. But I could see now that the situation was a little more complex than I’d actually realised.

“Tell me about your limits,” I said.

“My limits?”

“Yeah. I didn’t realise I’m not just going to be fucking with your husband, I’m going to be fucking your brain too. So I want to know what you’re okay with. Consent’s important.”

“That’s a good point,” he said. “Thank you. For asking, I mean.” He thought about it for a few seconds. “I guess my limits are… one: I get turned on by being ignored, but I don’t want to be completely forgotten about. So it would be good if you could make me feel included sometimes. Even if it’s just to remind me that you’re excluding me on purpose.”

“Okay, done.”

“And two: please stop if I say stop. If it all gets too much.”

“Fair enough,” I replied. “You know the traffic light system, right? Just give me a red if I take it too far.”

“Okay, I will,” he said. “And last: be discreet. I can’t afford to have people find out about our… arrangement. Or about my… proclivities.”

“Hmmm. That one might be tough. I’ll be staying at your house. What if Cooper and I want to go get dinner or something?”

“We’ll figure it out,” he said.

“Whatever you say, man. As long as you know I came out of the closet at thirteen and I have no intention of getting back in.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t want you to.” Another long silence. And then he said, “Oh and one last thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Keep pushing my limits.”

I laughed. “Don’t worry, I will.”

Cooper and Christopher’s place wasn’t too far from the central train station. The area looked suburban but was basically a stone’s throw from downtown — one of those areas that would have been on the outskirts of town a hundred years ago but has become prime real estate as the city expanded around it. The streets were lined with trees, every garden was immaculate, and every house freshly painted.

When we pulled up at their place I realised these guys must be fucking loaded. The house wasn’t enormous or anything, but it was big, and it this part of town that meant we were talking multi-millions. It was an old house but it looked immaculately restored. A picket fence with rose bushes peering out over the top of it, and a two-car garage, the door of which started opening as we approached.

Christopher got out and grabbed my bags from the back of the car before I had a chance to get them myself. Then he led me up the short path to the front door.

Inside was just as swanky as outside. Wood floors polished so shiny that you could see your reflection in the wood. Art on every wall. A piano in one corner of the living room — no, not the living room, the entertaining room. A big kitchen, big dining room, living room, and a big yard that was mostly paved over except for a border of ornamental plants and short trees.

Christopher led me upstairs. First door on the right was the guest bedroom, and he put my bags down in there by the door. “Make yourself at home,” he said.

I looked around the room: the same off-white walls, a couple of pieces of art, half a dozen small pillows on the bed. I was starting to get a sense of what kind of guys this couple were: they were interior design gays.

“Can I make you a cup of coffee?” Christopher asked. “Or tea?”

“Peppermint tea?” I suggested.

“I don’t think we have any,” he replied. Followed by, “I’ll make sure we get some though.”

I couldn’t help smirking at how desperate this guy was to please. “Whatever you’ve got then.”

He left me alone in the room while he went to the kitchen.

I looked around the room for a second, popped my head through the door into the adjoining en-suite. Then I went and looked around a little bit more. Across from my room was a home office. Further down the hallway another office, and across from that what looked like a workout space with a few weights and a mat already rolled out in the middle of the floor. Then, at the end of the hallway, I peered around the slightly ajar door into the master bedroom.

I wandered downstairs, where Christopher handed me a cup of hot herbal tea. “Would you like some lunch too?” he asked. “I have to get back to work in a few minutes but I could make you a sandwich first.”

It was becoming pretty clear that this was about more than just hospitality; this guy was one-hundred percent sub and he wanted me to know it. It was kind of crazy I hadn’t really picked up on it till now, all things considering — although I had barely given the guy a moment of my attention since we’d met. But anyway, I was going to make sure I took full advantage of it now.

“Sure. You know I’m vegan, right?”

“Oh. No, I didn’t. Hmmm. I’ll have to have a look at what we’ve got; I think we’ve probably got some stuff that would be okay…” He started fossicking around in the fridge.

“You’ll figure it out,” I said as I wandered out and left him to it.

I grabbed my book from upstairs, came back down and took it and the cup of tea outside. It was a beautiful day — which was ironic given that the shit weather had been the deciding factor in me coming to the city — so I found a spot in the sun to sit down and read my book.

A little while later Christopher came out with a plate. “Hope this is okay,” he said.

I didn’t bother looking up; I didn’t want to lose my spot on the page. “Just leave it on the table,” I told him. He did what he was told, and then shuffled away quietly.

I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting outside, and I got through about a third of my book. When I heard the door to the kitchen opened I assumed it would be Christopher coming to check on what else I wanted, so I got a surprise when I heard Cooper’s voice. “Hey,” he said. “You made it.”

I put down the book and looked at him. He was dressed in a suit, and damn he looked pretty good in it. The stubble he’d had when I met him at the resort was gone, and he was serving clean-cut executive realness.

“Hey,” I said, getting up. “Good to see you.”

He laid his hands gently on my hips and kissed me. “Good to see you too.” His hand slid down to my ass. “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about you all day. It’s had me so hard.”

I reached down and felt his cock. He wasn’t lying, he was fully hard already. I squeezed it through the fabric of his suit trousers and he let out a satisfied grunt. “God I’ve wanted to fuck you so badly.”

“Are you going to then?”

“You want me to?”

“Of course.” I kissed him, unzipped his fly and reached in to grab his cock through one less layer of fabric.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Come on, let’s go upstairs.” He took my hand, turned and led me into the house.