The Bull, Part 7 (Patreon)

Hi guys. Sorry to keep you waiting so long for this next instalment in the story. I've found it hard to find the time to fit in writing lately - I had a couple of weekends out of town where I thought I'd get some down time to write but turned out I was busy instead. And when I have had the time I've found it incredibly hard to find the motivation, partly because there were plot elements of this story I couldn't figure out and I didn't know where to start. But I finally managed to get stuck in and write 1000 words, and now that I've broken my writer's block I'm confident the words will keep flowing!

So thanks for your patience, and look out for a return to more regular updates over the next few weeks.

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Bullying this guy a little in his home was fun, but the real turning point came with the gym membership. That’s when it became clear to me where this relationship was leading and how far the cuck was going to let me push him.

Cooper had been going to this gym for years now, three times a week after work. I’d never been that into gyms — I did a bunch of yoga and calisthenics most days but I’d never been a fan of weights and exercise machines — so I’d been perfectly happy with the home gym set-up the guys had in their spare bedroom, and all the time I had to use it now that I didn’t have to work. So Ihadn’t expressed any interest in joining him.

This one evening thought we were having dinner (cuckold-made, of course) after he’d come home from a workout, and it came up in conversation. Cooper said to me, “You’re welcome to come along if you like.”

I shook my head. “Can’t really afford a gym membership.” Almost as an afterthought I glanced over at the cuck and said to him, “Hey cuck, maybe you should get me a gym membership,” I was joking, but I saw the look on his face, and I could tell I’d just triggered some kind of an erotic fantasy for him, so I figured I’d push him a bit more.

“You want your husband to have a workout buddy, don’t you?” I watched as he squirmed a little, visibly excited yet a reluctant to show it. “Bet you’d love cooking us dinner while you think about us broing out in the gym, getting jacked, getting sweaty together. Getting each other clean in the showers…”

“Uh, I… Um…” The cuck didn’t know what to say.

“It’s ok, just a thought,” I assured him. “Besides, I always get so fucking horny when I work out, I don’t know if I could even last a full workout without needing his cock there and then.”

I didn’t think about it again till the cuck brought it up the following afternoon. He and I were alone; he was home from work and had started prepping dinner already, but Cooper was still half an hour or so away depending on traffic.

“I was thinking about the gym,” he said to me as I strolled in to grab a gin and tonic.

“Oh yeah?” I was hardly listening; I’d gotten pretty good at tuning him out.

“I’ll pay for your membership.”

I paused and looked at him, a little surprised at the offer. “Alright then. Why?”

“It sounds hot,” he admitted, “the idea of you two working out together.”

“Thought you’d like that.”

“Can I ask you to promise two things though?”

“Not necessarily. What are they?”

“First is that you still need to be discreet. Don’t let people know you’re having sex, and don’t make it too obvious that there’s anything going on between you two.”

I shrugged. “I mean, I can’t guarantee people won’t notice the chemistry. But yeah I won’t give your dirty little secret away.”

“Second is, please wait till you get home before you have sex. I don’t want to miss anything.”

I laughed. “You don’t want to miss getting locked outside the bedroom while we fuck? Sure thing, cuck.”

He gestured at his laptop open on the bench. “Application form’s there. If you want to fill it in I can add my credit card details and submit it.”

I started filling out the form. When I got half way down it asked me which tier I wanted: there was the standard, which already seemed pretty steep — it must be a pretty swanky gym — but there were also a bunch of other tiers with additional features. The top tier was eye-watering but it came with swimming pool use, twenty-four hour access, towel service and regular personal trainer consults. “I’m going to take the gold membership,” I told him, selecting it on the page.

He came over to look at my choice. “Cooper doesn’t even have that one!” he protested.

I shrugged. “Maybe you should fix that.”

I kept filling out the form, and the cuck didn’t let out a word of protest. I’d been prepared for him to put his foot down, which would have been entirely reasonable. But instead he compliantly entered his card details and submitted the form for me. “Done.”

He looked at me, flustered and apprehensive. I think he was waiting for a thank you. He wasn’t going to get one though, and if he really thought about it he’d realise he didn’t want one. Instead I said to him, “Good cuck.” I picked up my G&T and headed for the patio.

As I went outside I saw him hurry up the stairs. He was gone for about two minutes, which is all it usually took him to bust his nut when I bullied him.

So that was how I ended up with the gym membership. The first time I went to the gym with Cooper I realised that this gym was elite, and my old clothes weren’t going to cut it. So when I came home I told the cuck, “I need you to buy me some new gym gear.” At this stage I was still expecting a little pushback, but he didn’t argue at all. He just told me to choose some stuff online and send him the links.

So I did. And within a week I had some new shoes, shorts and singlets — nice ones. Not only that, I had a new routine with the cuck, where he’d buy me pretty much anything I wanted.