The Bull, Part 5 (Patreon)

Hi guys, I'm back working on the story that I put on hold to finish 'I'll Be Cucked For Christmas'. 

Sadly I've only got a very short draft for you so far, as I've been tied up over the last couple of weeks with a bunch of social engagements as well as Christmas shopping, yada yada yada... you know how it is this time of year. I'm hoping to get a few more spare moments to do a bit of writing in the next week or so, and then I'm really looking forward to having plenty of writing time over the Christmas / New Year break.

So here's the latest - even though it's only a brief taste of the action I hope you guys like it.

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It’s going to come as absolutely no surprise to you that I never ended up sleeping in that spare bedroom. Once I’d claimed my spot in Cooper’s bed it was clear to everyone that I’d be staying there from then on. The cuck didn’t even put up a fight, he just slunk off to his office each night to sleep on the sofa.

He asked me after a few days if he could have my room since I wasn’t using it. I thought about it, for about two seconds, and I told him no. It was my room, whether I slept in it or not. Sure, it wasn’t being used, and I could have let him stay there when I wasn’t using it. Hell, the master bed was big enough for all three of us so we could’ve just let him sleep in there if we’d wanted to. But that wasn’t the point; the point was to make sure he knew where he stood in the household hierarchy.

Just because he wasn’t sleeping in the master bedroom anymore, didn’t leave him off the hook for keeping it clean and tidy. On like the third or fourth morning I came out of the shower to find him making the bed. His first reaction was to actually apologise for being in my room, which I thought was hilarious — first of all given it was actually his own bedroom, and secondly because he was only in there to do chores for me. “I thought I’d be finished before you got out,” he explained to me. “I have to get to work soon so if I’d waited I wouldn’t have been able to do it today.”

I don’t know if I believed him entirely. The way he couldn’t help looking at my naked body made me a little suspicious that maybe he’d been hoping for this exact situation. Lucky for him I was feeling generous, and like putting on a show for him. “It’s okay,” I told him as I walked across the room to the chest of drawers — the one that had been cleared of his clothes to make room for mine — and opened the top drawer.

“Maybe you can help me,” I said, “I need to decide which underwear to wear. What do you think Cooper will like best: jock, or briefs?” I pulled out a pair of each and held them up. “Last night I topped. So tonight when he gets home and pulls off my shorts I want to make it real clear that my ass needs filling.”

“Uh…” Christopher sounded a little anguished at the thought of it.

“You’re right. You need to see what they look like on.” I put on the jockstrap, gave a little tug on the elastic waistband and let it snap against my hip. “Do you think he’ll like this one?”

He let out this sad little whimper, and said, “He’ll love it.”

“Not the briefs? My ass looks incredible in them.” I slipped the jockstrap off and the briefs on, and turned a little to give him a look at my ass. “See what I mean?”

“Oh god.” The guy was losing it by this stage.

“I mean with these ones he gets to enjoy the process of taking them off. It’s part of the fun, right?”

“You look really good in both of them,” he said.

“I know that. I’ve looked in a mirror before. But when you picture Cooper fucking me tonight, which one do you think will really set him off?”

I could tell by the long silence that he was picturing it, literally. I could see the movement in his trousers from the boner he was starting to get.

“Well?”

“Uh….” He sounded a little panicky. “Uh, the briefs. He’ll like them both, but I think the briefs.”

“Cool thanks. Now stop perving at me and get out of my room.”

“Of course. Sorry.” He bundled up the dirty sheets and scuttled away, probably to go jerk off in the laundry room. It gave me a little laugh, how easy it was to make him freak out like that. I’d never quite realised how fun it could be.