Cucked, Caged, Conquered

By Jack Hornwood

Grant can't perform in the bedroom, and his husband Travis can't put up with the disappointment any longer.

When Travis finally demands the freedom to be with other men - real men - who can satisfy him, Grant is devastated but also unexpectedly turned on. Before long he's realising just how much he loves both being teased for his own inadequacy, and hearing his husband go it it with other guys on the other side of his bedroom door. At least, he loves it till he climaxes... But after that the reality of what's happening sets in and he instantly regrets it.

The solution? Make sure he can't climax. Lucky he finds the thought of being locked in a chastity cage pretty exciting too.

Get inside Grant's head as he discovers what it's like to be cucked by his husband, be caged in chastity, and eventually to be conquered by a superior man who looks set to win his husband's affection.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jack Hornwood
• Release date: Aug 26, 2023
• ISBN: 9798201290863

Jack Hornwood

Jack Hornwood is a gay erotica writer from New Zealand.His writing focuses on m/m sex, in particular cuckolding, humiliation and other fetishes. His first book, Cole Got Cucked Hard, was released in May 2020.

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PART I

CUCKED

Is it in? Travis asked.

It’s in, I replied as I started pumping my dick in and out of his ass. I went fast right from the outset; it had taken me so long to get hard that I needed to make sure I got to the climax as quick as possible before I lost my erection again. Can’t you tell?

It was Wednesday night, sex night. We didn’t have sex every week, not these days. But when we did it was always on a Wednesday. Mainly because neither of us had anything on, and there were no good TV shows that came out that night. And maybe in part because that was my regular gym day, so after an hour or so of being surrounded by so many fit guys I’d often come home a little turned on and hopeful for some action.

Right now my husband was lying face-down on the bed, his legs spread and his head to one side. I was on top, my torso propped up by my arms like I was mid push-up, my hips between his legs as I humped his ass.

Fuck, it feels good, I said as I fucked him furiously fast, like a jackhammer. Well, like a jackhammer except not as hard. Maybe more like the needle on a sewing machine. Fuck, I’m close already.

Travis was silent. The whole room was silent apart from my breath puffing and the rapid rhythm of my hips smacking against his ass.

Travis grabbed his phone and unlocked it. He propped himself up on his elbows and started looking at something on it; I couldn’t see what it was though because the screen was obscured by his head.

Not that it mattered, I was too preoccupied with the sex. I guess it’s a good thing that one of us was, at least.

When I heard a moan, for a brief half a second or so I thought it was coming from Travis. I thought maybe I was hitting the right spot to get a reaction out of him. But I quickly realised from the tinny, distant sound of it that the moan was actually coming from Travis’ phone.

He was watching porn while I fucked him.

At first I felt a little offended he’d do that mid-sex. And then I felt a little despondent that the sex was so bad he needed to. It made me feel inadequate, surplus to requirements.

I’m not sure if I climaxed in spite of that realisation, or because of it. Either way, I felt the surge of my orgasm coming. Fuck, fuck, I’m going to… cum! I groaned. I tensed up involuntarily, shoved my dick in as deep and hard as I could and held it there. I felt my balls and cock tense and release as I busted my nut inside him.

Travis stayed silent, the only sounds the moans coming from the video on his phone.

I pulled out and rolled off him, spent, my breath heaving. He lay there, continuing to watch the video, and I lay there watching him watching it.

He rolled over onto his back, holding the phone above him, and started to stroke his cock. His long, smooth, beautiful cock.

Here, let me help. I reached over; he batted my hand away and started stroking himself harder. He took long, fluid strokes the full length of his cock — completely different to my style of furiously tugging like I was trying to shake the semen loose.

I just sat there observing quietly for the next couple of minutes, till he finally came, semen spilling all over his belly and pooling in his belly-button. He grabbed a pair of underwear that had been dropped on the floor next to the bed, and mopped up the mess with it. Then he got up and went to the bathroom.

It hurt, I had to admit, knowing he got so little out of having sex with me.

When he came back into the room a few minutes later, teeth brushed, the remains of sex washed off his skin, he didn’t even really look at me. He just climbed into bed, grabbed the book he was half-way though, and started reading.

What’s wrong? I asked him eventually, after a long silence spent trying to decide whether I wanted to have this conversation.

He looked at me, as though he’d just remembered I was there. What do you mean? he asked, somewhat unconvincingly.

That was… That was kind of weird, I said. It was like you were bored or something. It seemed like you didn’t want me fucking you.

He put down his book. He sighed, the sigh you do when you realise you have to do something you don’t want to but you’d better just get it over and done with. He looked at me for a long time, a frown on his face. Then he said to me, Truth is, I didn’t.

No matter how much I was expecting that it still hit me like a punch in the gut.

You know I love you, right? he asked.

I nodded slowly. Yeah. At least… I think so. Maybe I hoped so more than thought so. Maybe I wasn’t that sure at all right at that moment.

Well I do, he said. One hundred percent. I mean, that’s why I still let you fuck me when it’s not doing anything for me.

It’s not? I said it like it was news to me. Even though it had been pretty obvious for a long time now. Ever? I asked.

He shrugged. Sorry, man. Do you want me to be totally honest about it?

Of course.

Okay. He took a deep breath, like he was bracing himself, then let it out. You’re not that good at it. You’ve got no technique, you’re like a little dog trying to hump somebody’s leg. You lose your hard-on after like a minute. And I can barely feel it when your dick’s inside of me.

God, he wasn’t holding back. I was shocked.

Why have you never said anything? I asked him.

Why do you think? I was trying to spare your feelings. That’s why I let you climb on and fuck me once a week when you come home all horny from the gym.

You’re not doing a very good job of sparing my feelings now, I said angrily.

You fucking asked. There was anger in his voice too. I mean it was fucking obvious to both of us, it has been for years. But you said you wanted me to be honest.

Okay, fair enough. He was right, I had. I just hadn’t realised he’d be quite that honest.

He sighed, a long, frustrated sigh. Sometimes I just feel like I need to get fucked by a real man."

That crossed a line. It was one thing to tell me the truth about how he felt, but that seemed like he just said it to hurt me.

Fuck you. I got up and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

I thought Travis would come out of the bedroom. To apologise, to continue the fight, whatever. But he didn’t. So I grabbed a blanket and a spare pillow from the linen closet and made myself a bed on the sofa.

It took me forever to get to sleep, I just lay there in the dark, staring up at the ceiling, ruminating over the fight I’d just had. I was so angry at Travis for being such an asshole. Yeah, I knew he was just going through the motions whenever we had sex, that was obvious. And I knew I was opening up a can of worms when I asked him about it. But still, he didn’t have to be so blunt about it. It was like he actually wanted to belittle me.

I felt angry, and attacked, and humiliated. Which is why it was kind of a surprise that as I fumed about it I started to get horny again for the second time that night.

I lay there playing with my cock, which of course wouldn’t cooperate; it flopped around as I jerked it back and forward trying to get it hard again. As I did Travis’ words played through my head: I just feel like I need to get fucked by a real man. And for some fucked up reason, thinking about the humiliation of hearing that coming from my husband was enough