Here's a sample from my interactive book, So You Want To Get Cucked . In it you're Sam, and your boyfriend doesn't know you secretly fantasise about him being with other men. Tonight, after months of keeping your fantasy a secret you've decided you need to come clean. Even though you're scared of his reaction, you know you need to reveal the truth that you're a cuckold and see where it leads. This interactive story lets you control the action: you make choices that determine what happens next. And with 23 different story paths, 14 different endings and a string of bulls ready to show your boyfriend what he's been missing, there's something in this book for every cuck. In this scene you've noticed your boyfriend Frank checking out another guy at a club, and you decided to say something. He glances back over towards the guy he’d been checking out, then lets his gaze linger. You watch his eyes intently, catching the movement of his eyeballs as he looks the guy up and down.  “So that’s your type?” you ask, fishing to get him to say more. “I think he’s everybody’s type,” Frank replies. “I mean look at the guy.” You do — just briefly though, because you don’t want to be caught staring. Frank’s right, the guy has a body that you’re sure just about every guy in the club would be lusting after. You can tell from the way his t-shirt fits that he’s got the physique of an action hero, and you can tell from the way he moves his body on the dance floor that the guy would know what he’s doing in bed. You look back at Frank, he’s still studying that guy. “If I wasn’t here would you go talk to him?” you ask. Frank looks at you like he’s just been accused of something. “No! I’d never—” “I mean, if you were single.” “If I was single? I mean yeah, sure.” His answer sounds a little defensive. But he looks over at the guy, and when he speaks again his voice has a kind of intent  to it, like he’s entertaining the idea. “I’d make a move, for sure.” “Would you be nervous?” you ask. He doesn’t look at you; he’s still got his eyes fixed on the guy on the dance floor. He shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s been a while, obviously; I’m probably a bit rusty. But I think I’d be okay. It’s not like I’ve ever had a problem picking guys up before.” That thought stirs something inside of you. He’s told you about his history before, and you know he’s been with plenty of guys. In the past when you’d thought about the guys he’d been with they’d seem more like statistics than real people. But now they seem more like possibilities.  You wonder what it looks like to watch him flirt. “Two minutes on the dance floor and he’d be mine,” Frank says. “You reckon?” you ask. “Oh yeah. I can tell by the way he’s checked me out a couple of times that he’d be up for it.” “Up for what, exactly?” you ask, pushing for him to go deeper into the fantasy. Frank studies the guy a bit more. “He’s a top,” he says. “That’s my guess. Which is good because I’d love to have him inside me. I bet he’s big. The confidence, the way he holds himself — that’s the sign of a guy who’s packing.” “You’d let him fuck you?” “Oh yeah. Not till I’m done sucking on his cock though. I’d be on my knees in a second if he told me to.” All this talk is getting you hard as a rock. Your heart is racing too; hearing Frank talk like this is almost enough to make you jump him. “He’s looking at me,” Frank says, still not breaking his gaze. “Oh shit,” you say, awestruck by how good this moment is. “He wants it,” he says. He finally looks away from the guy to look at you instead. “I want it. Fuck, I could do it right here, right now, here in this club.” You try swallow but your mouth’s gone dry. You want to tell him, I want it too,  but you can’t quite make yourself form the words. Suddenly Frank grins, the intensity on his face vanishing as he breaks character. “Did you like that?” he asks. “Did it turn you on?” “Yes,”  you admit. You’re so incredibly turned on right now, but also disappointed that it seems like this was all just talk, all for show. “Good,” he says. “Me too. I’m not lying, this has got me really fucking horny. Honestly I feel like I could fuck right now.” “I’m so hard right now,” you admit. Frank seems to be thinking for a second. Then he gets up from the table. “Come with me,” he says. “Hurry.” You almost can’t keep up with him, he charges to the restroom in such a hurry. He shoves the door open and heads straight for the nearest open cubicle door. For a second you’re not sure you’re supposed to follow; everyone knows guys fuck in here, but is that really what he’s suggesting right now? But you follow, and by the time you shut the cubicle door behind you Frank’s already got his trousers down. He reaches for one of the little sachets of lube that the club conveniently supplied in all the restrooms — they know what their clientele want — and he rips one open and hands it to you. You clumsily slather the lube all over your cock and his hole, and before another second can slip by you shove your cock into his ass. He lets out a soft moan.  God it feels so good to put your cock inside him. Almost as good as it would feel to see that guy from the dance floor do it. You fuck him fast, not knowing how long you’ll last. He’s bent over the toilet, bracing himself against the wall, head hanging limp.  “Are you imagining it’s him right now?” you ask as you pump his ass. “That guy you were eyeing up on the dance floor?” “Yes,” he moans. “Don’t talk. I want to imagine it’s him.” That’s almost enough to send you over the edge. But you take a deep breath and focus on holding back until you can feel that first hint of an orgasm start to subside. You keep quiet like he wants, the sound of your ragged breathing and his shallow moans the only sounds the two of you make as he takes your cock and imagines it belongs to someone else. It doesn’t take either of you long. By the time you hear those words, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you’re right on the edge yourself. You hear him grunt at the same moment his ass clenches tight around your cock, and you know he’s cumming. It’s all the encouragement your own dick needs, and suddenly you’re shooting your load too, filling him up. When the two of you are finally spent you pull out, and Frank pulls up his trousers. He turns to you, looking a little astonished by what just happened. “Fuck,” he says, “that was intense.” You put your dick away and do up your own trousers. When the two of you have fully composed yourself you open the cubicle door, and the two of you step out to be greeted by a few amused looks and the odd scoff of laughter. It occurs to you that you were both probably kind of loud and completely obvious over the muted bass of music through the walls. You feel mortified for being so indiscreet, but also a little proud that everyone in the room knows you just got laid. You wonder if they heard Frank say I want to pretend it’s him . The thought of that makes it even more mortifying and more gratifying at the same time. The two of you don’t hang around after that. You’re both more drunk than you’d realised, and now that you’ve both cum you’re both more than happy with the idea of calling it a night and going home to bed. As you make your way to the exit you spot the guy that Frank had been eyeing on the dance floor, and, even though what just happened was pretty goddamn phenomenal, you’re still just a tiny bit disappointed that it was you that fucked Frank tonight and not him. If that got you going and you'd like to get your hands on the whole book, you can find links to buy it on the Bunkmate Books website .

This is the draft first chapter of my book in development, Locked Sub in the Locker Room. It's a novella about a chastity sub hitting the gym and cruising (and getting cruised by) the various guys he comes across there. Each chapter tells the story of a different locker room encounter as the main character gets fitter and more confident about being a locked submissive, all the while hoping that maybe he'll meet someone who can become his long-term keyholder. This first chapter is before we get into the real action. It's all about the feeling of being locked and the thrill of wondering if you'll be discovered - something you might be familiar with if you're a locked sub yourself. If you like Part one subscribe for updates so you can find out when more of the story is available. You wouldn’t know it from looking at me, but there’s a secret I’m hiding underneath my clothes. On the outside I look unremarkable. Normal, if there’s such a thing as normal. Definitely not the kind of guy who’d be into kinky sex stuff that would make the straights — and some of the gays, probably — confused and amused and maybe a little squeamish. I’ve got an innocent face, this wholesome, clean-cut manner, and a wardrobe to match. But underneath two layers of fabric I’m hiding a secret that’s on my mind constantly. It’s this ever-present thrill, lurking underneath everything I do as I go about my day.  Thinking about it would be enough to get me hard. If I could even get hard. But not being able to get hard is the whole point.  I love knowing that underneath my clothes I’m not the man they think I am. Hell, if some people knew they’d probably think that I’m barely a man at all. Because can you really call yourself a man if your dick’s locked a way in a cage where it’s effectively useless? Not that I’m upset about that. I chose this, I do it to myself. I mean, I wish I didn’t have to do it myself, and that I had someone who’d force me to lock it away no matter whether I wanted to or not. But I haven’t met Mister Right yet, so I do the next best thing: I lock my own dick up, my secret act of service to the man — or men — who’ll one day undress me and find it under there and realise that they can own me if they want to. It’s kind of crazy just how much I think about my caged dick. It’s funny: the whole point is that you can’t be stimulated when you’re caged. But actually it feels like I’m constantly stimulated, like it’s being held firmly but gently. It’s this strange feeling of being completely untouched but constantly touched at the same time. I barely go five minutes at a time without remembering it’s there. Sometimes I think about how all these guys other guys — nine-hundred and ninety-nine out of every thousand I come across, I bet — go about their lives with their cock and balls cradled in fabric, with room to shift, adjust, react to stimulus the way they were designed to. Not me though. No fabric against the skin of my cock. Only rigid plastic. My cock enclosed, trapped. Locked tight. You might see signs of it, depending on the clothes I’m wearing, if you know what you’re looking for. Who knows to look for signs of a cock cage though? Most of the people that I don’t want looking will avoid looking anyway. Like, everybody knows that you don’t ogle your work colleague’s package, or gaze at strangers’ bulges on the bus.  But occasionally they look, mainly just the men who clock me as gay instantly and who size me up to try work out whether I’m a potential fuck. And if they know what to look for they might see that telltale shape through the fabric, too irregular and angular to just be cock and balls. The sign that there’s some hardware in there. And it’s likely that a guy who knows enough to recognise that shape will be exactly the kind of guy I’m after.  Most people would think it’s depraved. They’d think I was disgusting. Others wouldn’t judge but would still be totally incapable of understanding the appeal of locking away the most fun part of your anatomy where you can’t use it. Some guys would get it though: the guys like me who understand what it’s like to experience the frustrating rush of being locked, denied your main source of pleasure and forced to find other sources. And the guys who’d understand what to do with someone like me. The ones that would call me a good boy and use me for their pleasure. Those are the guys I’m always hoping to encounter. So far I haven’t had that much luck though. Chastity is a pretty rare fetish, even if it seems to have taken off online in the last couple of years. And I’m a little shy when it comes to meeting people. And I’ve only just started this. It’s only been three weeks. It’s not like I’ve had long to meet anyone yet. That is, I’ve only been wearing the cage for three weeks. I’ve been thinking about it for a lot longer, I can’t even remember how long.  I can’t even remember when I first heard about it or what it was that first caught my interest. All I remember is that for what seems like the longest time, I’ve fantasised about having my dick locked away.  You know how you have a version of yourself in your mind? The main character in your imagination, the person you visualise yourself as, who’s usually a bit better looking than real life. In my case, for the longest time whenever I’ve pictured myself naked, being fucked, there’s just a cock cage where my dick should be. It’s like my mind had fully accepted the fact that I’m meant to be caged before I’d even tried a cage on in real life. I got my first cage about a month and a half ago now, but I had a few problems with it because I’d gotten a ring that was a little bit too big. Just big enough to give my balls room to slip back through, but just small enough to make it hurt like hell when they did. So a few times it just fell off with an uncomfortable squeeze as my balls passed through the gap. And a couple of times I was caught doubled over, running for the key on my bedside table, balls in such agony it felt like they were being ripped out. It was unpleasant. Really unpleasant. But three weeks ago the smaller ring I ordered arrived, and that one fits better. So since then it’s been fine.  No, better than fine. When I’m wearing my cage it feels correct. At first I only managed to wear it for a couple of hours at a time before I got too uncontrollably horny and lost all my willpower, and took it off to knock out a load. I know that’s the complete opposite of the point of having a cock cage. Don’t judge me though, having my dick locked  just got me so turned on I couldn’t cope. If you haven’t tried it you won’t understand: having it locked away is so incredibly arousing it’s almost unbearable. I’ve gotten better at it since then though. Developed some willpower. After my first few trial runs I wore it for a full day around the house when I was working from home. Then I wore it out of the house a couple of times. Then to bed, which was the real test — a full eight hours of involuntary night-time erections thwarted — but I came through it fine, and hornier than ever. After that I tried a whole work day. Today’s the first day wearing it to the gym though. I have to be honest: I’ve been thinking about this moment for such a long time, and the thought of it is so arousing that when I’m on my way there I feel the same rush of adrenaline I’ve felt in the past when I’ve been about to walk into a stranger’s home to get my ass bred. There’s something about the idea of being surrounded by so many muscled guys, all that masculinity. All while beneath my clothes any masculinity I might have had is trapped tight and locked away.  It’s not just my first day locked at the gym, it’s also my first day at the gym full stop. At least for about three years or so. I used to have a membership at a different one across town but I barely ever used it. I could never motivate myself to go, and when I did go I could never motivate myself to stay. These days I  go running occasionally, around the neighbourhood and through the parks near my house, but in general I do very little exercise and I’m severely out of shape now. I’m still slim, but I’m a runt. There’s not a hint of muscle anywhere on my body.  I’m hoping the cage might help with that. I know I can’t pin all my hopes on a cock cage magically making me enjoy exercising, that would be ridiculous. But I’m hoping the frustration of being locked and horny will help focus me into pushing myself harder. Through being obsessed with following gay chastity accounts on social media I’ve seen countless guys online turn into muscle himbos from working out locked. So I I’m hopeful there’s some small chance that will help me. I tell myself it’s about getting fit, but if I’m totally honest, it’s more about getting laid.  Hooking up in a gym locker room has been a fantasy of mine for about as far back as I can remember. Again, it’s something about the masculinity of the place, the sweat, the testosterone. The big, beefy guys peeling off layers of sweat-soaked gear to reveal muscle and hair. The guys soaping up their ripe pits in the showers.  I heard this particular gym has a reputation for being kind of cruisey, which is what finally tipped the scales in favour of signing up for membership. My friend Toby told me about it; he’d had a couple of friends who’d had both separately told him about stuff happening in the sauna here. Toby had found it salacious but had never really understood why people would do that kind of thing, because he’s full vanilla. But when he’d told me about it I’d feigned shock but actually decided on the spot that I was going to check it out for myself. It might be all urban legend. And even if it’s not, gym bros probably like to hook up with other gym bros who are just as toned and muscled and perfect as them. I have to remind myself that probably nothing will ever happen. But even if nothing ever happens, just being around all those guys, all that testosterone, in a place where men are being men… fuck, it makes my dick pulse in my cage just thinking about it. I’m fully aware of the sensation of the cage around my dick as I walk in the door of the gym. I pick up my new access card at reception. The guy at the desk offers to show me around because it’s my first time, and he’s hot so I take him up on the offer even though I think I can probably find my own way just fine. His name’s Kevin; he introduces himself with a firm handshake. He’s wearing a uniform singlet that fits kind of tight on his body. He’s not super muscular but he’s got smooth, golden-bronze shoulders and arms that have every muscle perfectly defined. He’s wearing shorts that are mid-thigh, not too tight but fitted enough to show the shape of his ass. This guy must get hit on like a hundred times a day in a place like this. As I follow him around I speculate about whether I might end up looking anything like him if I stick around long enough and do enough actual exercise. Kevin shows me the machines, the free weights, the stretching area. He takes me to the locker room last. As soon as we step in there the atmosphere of the place hits my dopamine receptors like a drug. The air is laden with moisture from the showers, and the room smells of cleaning products, which takes me back to the familiar smell of the bathhouse I used to go to before I moved here, where I used to spend a quiet Friday night having half a dozen guys run a train on me.  On my left is a dead-end aisle of lockers with wooden benches running down the centre and a couple of sinks and mirrors at the end closest to me. There are a couple of guys getting changed. It has a slightly run-down vibe to it, with a couple of cracked tiles here and there, and the style of the tapwear on the sink indicating the place hadn’t been renovated since the nineties. That kind of added to the grimy fantasy I was hoping for though. “You need your own padlock for your locker,” Kevin tells me. “You got one already?” “Yep,” I tell him, nodding. “All sorted.” One padlock for my locker, and one for my cock.  “Cool. Showers over there.” He points right, and I see a short aisle of cubicle doors. There’s a second aisle of lockers further in on the left, parallel to and exactly the same as the first one, except this one has toilets opposite it instead of showers.  At the end of the room there’s a passage leading left and a passage leading right. Kevin gestures to the right-hand corridor. “That’s the sauna,” he says. “And then if you go left here,” he gestures to the left, “is the pool.” “There’s a pool?” I ask. I hadn’t realised that. It’s a bonus, because I’ve always liked swimming but I haven’t done it in ages. “Sure is,” Kevin says. “Make sure you read the rules on the wall. Main thing to know is that we prefer it if you’ve been working out you shower before you get in the pool. Anything else you want to know?” If I was better at flirting maybe I’d come up with a question that’s smart and cute and subtly, tastefully got across the message that what I really want to know is what his dick tastes like. But I don’t want to be a creep to a guy in his workplace, and besides, flirting’s never been a strong suit of mine. I shrug. “No, I think I should be all good from here, thanks.” “Cool. Any questions, let me know.” He leaves me to it, and for a moment I’m just standing there surveying the scene and taking in the atmosphere. I notice that of the two aisles of lockers, the first aisle is much more visible from the door, which you’re guessing means any cruising most likely happens in the second aisle. Right now there’s no one in there though. I find an empty locker and set my bag down in front of it. I’m already wearing the clothes I intend to work out in, so I pull off my sweater, grab my headphones, lock my bag in the locker, and I’m ready to go work out. I go find a spare spot on the mats and do some stretches. I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing, so I just do every stretch I can remember from back when I last used to go to the gym several years ago. Stretching is a little uncomfortable, and for a while I’m wondering if trying to do this locked was actually such a good idea. Some of the moves — like when I bend over, or when I put my legs back together after spreading them — crush my tender balls in an uncomfortable way. The cage shifts and tugs a bit as I move around too. I’m too exposed out here on the mats to reach into my underwear and adjust it, so I just have to deal with it.  Once I’m done stretching I head over to the water fountain to fill my drink, and take the opportunity to surreptitiously adjust my cage while I’m standing facing away from everyone. After that I get on a treadmill. I may not be used to working out but I’m used to running, so after a minute or so of getting re-accustomed to the feeling of running on a treadmill I’m set and I’m in my flow. Running in a cage is fine. No, better than fine. With every step I take on the treadmill I can feel my caged dick and balls swing back and forth, feeling the weight of the cage bouncing which is a constant reminder of being locked. I run for twenty minutes. I don’t want to stop, I’m loving the feeling of doing it caged so much. But I’m out of breath and I need a break. I hit the weights next. This is the bit where I really don’t have a fucking clue what I’m doing. I go through the motions for a bit: some dumbbell curls, presses, the ones where you lift the weights from your side and put your arms out like a bird spreading its wings. I get on a few of the machines, but I’m quickly discouraged by how weak my arms are. I make sure I put in a decent effort on the leg press and the GHD though, because even if I’m never going to become more muscular I want to at least make sure my ass looks good. It’s about forty minutes into the workout when my motivation gives out. I tell myself I’ve done okay. And besides, I know that the real reason I’m here is more about the turn-on of a caged workout than to actually get proper exercise in. So I reassure myself I’ve made an acceptable effort and I head back to the changing room. There’s a couple of people in my section when I get in there, in various stages of dressing or undressing. Two of the guys are across from me, and one is on my side about five lockers down from mine. The room is silent; everyone’s on their own and doing their own thing. I unlock my locker, put my towel down on the bench beside me, and brace myself. Am I going to do it? Am I going to take off my clothes, strip down to just my cage in the presence of these other guys? My heart had already picked up its pace from the moment I decided to call it quits on the workout and head in here, anticipating this moment. By now it is absolutely pounding in my chest. I think of all the things that could go wrong: if someone saw they might think I’m some kind of messed up pervert. I mean, I am, but usually in the privacy of my own home. It occurs to me that they might call security if they think I’m practicing some kind of fucked up kink right there in the locker room. Okay, that is probably a stretch. But still, they might think it’s disgusting, might think I’m depraved. They might make fun of my emasculation. Now that one’s just wishful thinking. It even makes my dick throb in my cage just a little bit. I’m going to do it, here goes. I pull my shirt off first, then my shorts. I’m facing towards the locker, away from the other people, which means that no one is going to be able to see the outline of the cage in my underwear. I know that as soon as I strip my underwear off though, the guy who’s just a few lockers away could easily catch sight of the cage if he happens to look in my direction. I remind myself that no one’s trying to catch a look at my dick in the changing rooms. I’ve got nothing to worry about. Deep breath. I pull my boxer briefs off in a quick motion. For a second my caged cock is out, visible to anyone who might have a line of sight. I look at it, the black frame against the purple-pink of my cock-head and the red of my tortured balls. Then I quickly wrap a towel around myself, and it’s all hidden again. I look around carefully, trying to judge if anyone has had any kind of reaction. But no one is looking in my direction and no one seems to be reacting out of the ordinary. I had nothing to worry about. I’m almost disappointed about it. I walk into the shower area and got my first proper look at it. There’s two stalls on the left and two on the right, facing each other, each with their own lockable door. From the changing area I’d been able to see the closest of the stalls so I’d just assumed the whole area was like that. So I’m surprised to find that past the fourth stall the space opens out into a large open shower area with   three walls of shower-heads spaced about a metre and a half away from each other. “Fuck.” The awestruck exclamation comes out unprompted in a whisper as I think about what it would be like to see this whole area full of men, washing the sweat off their bodies in full view of each other. For a second or two I think about stripping off my towel in the communal space and showering right there. The thought that someone could come in and catch me in nothing but my cage makes my cock tingle with excitement.  I know I can’t go through with it though. The idea of being caught is a thrill but it’s not something I’m ready for in reality. So I step into one of the cubicles and shut the door behind me. Once the water’s warm enough — not too hot, just lukewarm because I’m still overheated from the workout I just had — I strip off my towel and step under the jets. Fuck, the water feels good on my body. I suddenly realise how worn out I am just from that pretty mild workout, and I lean my arms against the wall to steady myself while I let the water run through my hair. When I’m done showering and return to the locker area I find I’m the only one there. By the time I cross the floor to my locker, unlock it, pull my bag out and find my clothes I’m still the only one in the room. I feel my heart rate pick up a bit. I wonder if this is my opportunity. Slowly, carefully, my heart thumping in my chest, I peel the towel off me and let it drop to the floor. I’m standing there fully naked except for the cage on my cock, feeling the thrill of being exposed in a public place. I look over at the mirror. I think about all those guys I see online posting selfies of them naked and locked in gym locker rooms, and I think about all the times I’ve gotten hard thinking about doing the same thing myself. It’s a risk, a real risk: the mirror is right by the door so if anyone comes in there’d be no hiding the cage. I know I don’t want that to happen, even if the thought of it turns me on even more than I already was. Fuck it. I’m going for it. I pull my phone out of my bag and open the camera. I take tentative steps towards the mirror, my front — and my caged cock — now totally visible in the mirror from the doorway. When I get close enough I pause to examine the sight in front of me. I may not be in great shape, but I think I look okay. Lean, almost skinny, a dusting of hair on my chest. But what really turns me on about the reflection in front of me is seeing myself, my full body, naked and caged in the unforgiving light of the locker room. Pale skin punctuated by the black latticework of the cage’s construction. I point my photo at the mirror and snap a few shots, shifting my weight this way and that to get a few slightly different poses. I’m so focused on it that when I hear the footsteps it takes me a second or two to react. Fuck. I fumble my phone and almost drop it, and by the time I’ve got it securely in my grasp again I just have time to see look over at the doorway and see the shadow and the first movement of the figure entering the door. I spin around and run back to my locker, and behind me I hear whoever it was walk past.  I’m facing away from the door now. I turn my head and look behind me, and see a guy walk past. I don’t know how much he saw, and I watch him to see if he’s going to react in any way. He seems to ignore me, but then just before he disappears he glances in my direction, just for a fraction of a second. And maybe I’m imagining it, but I think there’s some kind of recognition in his eyes. Not that he’s recognised who I am, but that he’s recognised what I am. I’m such a fucking idiot. I wonder if he saw the cage. I think I was fast enough, just. But I can’t be sure. And whether he did or not, he definitely saw me get completely spooked and give away the fact that I was doing something shameful. I pull my underwear on fast, and then I sit down on the bench in front of my locker until my heart rate starts to go back to normal. I feel like I’ve made a fool of myself, maybe even gotten myself into trouble. Trying to take a photo had been a stupid thing to do. It’s kind of funny how you can think with your dick just as much — or maybe even more — when it can’t even get hard. I throw my clothes on as fast as I can, desperate to get the fuck out of the gym without running into that guy again. I don’t quite manage to though; as I’m fumbling to put on my shoes the guy walks past, this time with just a towel around his waist, headed for the showers. Out of the corner of my eye I think I catch him glance over at me, but I can’t be sure because I’m avoiding any possibility of making eye contact. I wonder what the guy must think of me.  I finish putting on my shoes, grab my stuff and bolt. For the rest of the evening I keep thinking about that moment. I feel absolutely fucking mortified about what I let happen. Still, the more I think about it the more I want  to think about it, and by the time I go to bed that night I’m reliving the moment in my head again, hoping that the guy did actually see the cage after all. It’s almost enough to make me want to cum. But instead I’m a good boy and I leave the cage on when I go to sleep. Thanks for reading. 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2024 has been a pretty quiet year for me in terms of publishing stories. In fact, I've published nothing at all since before Christmas 2023. The story I was working on at the beginning of the year turned into a real struggle - I wasn't sure about the direction it was heading in, and I just couldn't quite get myself to write, so I parked it and moved on to something else. That something else was an interactive 'choose your own adventure' style story. That one's been much more fun to write, but it's become much bigger than I ever intended or imagined. At the moment it's sitting at about 66,000 words, and there's still a bit more to do. So although I've kept my Patreon patrons fairly busy with regular drafts, I've had no finished products to publish for a long time now. I've almost finished the draft of my story though, so that means it shouldn't be too long till it's ready for release. Hopefully it will make up for the delay because it contains about 25 different story paths and about 14 different endings, which means it will contain multiple stories to keep you entertained, and something to suit almost every kind of cuckold kink. Once that's done and shared with the world (probably in February) the next things I'm intending to work on are: finishing that story I started, which is told from the perspective of a bull adding illustrations to my picture book, which will be screenshots of chats between a cuck, boyfriend and bull finally recording my first audiobook paperback versions of 'Cucked, Caged Conquered' and 'The Guy Next Door Is Nailing My Husband' finishing the cuckold horror story I started years ago, called 'Cucked By The Dead' (which, surprisingly, shares some story elements in common with Nosferatu, which I just saw the other day). And after that? Well, I have no idea. I might continue my 'Cuckold B&B' series, or move on to something completely different. Either way, I'm hoping to make 2025 the year I really crank out a few stories so I can get a little closer to my dream of quitting the day job and writing cuckold porn for a living.

My writing ranges from kind of mild to pretty extreme when it comes to the kinds of torment that my cuckold characters have to endure. I find cuckolding kind of complex. Some of the things that are hottest about it are the same things I'd find hardest to deal with in real life. The behaviour in my books can walk a fine line - and sometimes cross the line - of what I think is ok to do to someone you love in real life. In my more extreme stories, I want people to be able to get off to a fantasy of having things go much further than the character is comfortable wiith - safe in the knowledge that it's all fantasy and they don't have to deal with any real life repurcusssions. But at the same time I don't want to just glorify toxic relationships. I want to also write stories that show an alternative, where kinks are developed respectfully, and love the cuck and his partner have for each other is very clear. It means my books vary in their intensity, and it's likely that some will be more to your tastes than others. It's more complex than just 'mild to wild' though, there are lots of factors that work together to determine how intense each story is, and exactly what types of angst they hit. I've narrowed it down to eight factors / themes that feature in my stories to varying degrees - some that I think are pretty universal for cucks, and some that will be massive turn-ons or turn-offs depending on your tastes. I've made a guide to each one of my books, showing how it rates in terms of the different elements you might want to find - or avoid - in my stories. So read on for an explanation of what I measured, and a summary of each book. The different factors that feature in my stories Voyeurism: Cucks usually like to watch. And for some people (generally the ones who'd consider themselves more 'stags' than 'cucks') that's maybe the most important part of the kink. It's like live, personal porn starring your very own partner. What's not to like? Compersion: For some guys the appeal is about the good feeling you get knowing that your partner is happy getting the sexual satisfaction he wants Exclusion: For the 'true' cucks (ie, not the stags), being excluded from the action is probably the key component to the cuckolding fantasy, and the thing that triggers the angst that makes them go wild Denial: Taking things a step further than just exclusion, there's also the feeling of being denied - whether that's denied access to your man, denied the opportunity to cum, or denied the opportunuity to watch the action by being shut out of the bedroom Humiliation: For many cucks humiliation is core to the kink. Could just be the humiliation of knowing your man is getting his needs met by someone else, or it could be more overt - like being made fun of, or made to degrade yourself in front of your man Submission: It seems like a lot of cucks want their bull to be an alpha, and they want to submit to him. It's about positioning themselves at the bottom of the hierarchy, and the bull demonstrating he's in charge Helplessness: This is where it maybe gets a bit controversial. For some cucks (like me) the idea of having no control over what happens next, and being pushed further than you'd intended to go, is massively appealing. For some people though, this crosses a line into the unhealthy Betrayal: I don't think this is necessarily part of cuckolding. But it's part of a few of my stories, and it's something I think cucks often also find hot (at least as a fantasy) - like the idea of your partner cheating on you behind your back or breaking the rules you agreed to Rating each story on the kinds of kinks they feature From here, I'm going to show you where I think each of my books sits on each of these 8 factors, using some kink 'score cards' I've made. That way, you can hopefully find the books that will turn you on the most, and avoid the ones that contain the stuff you find unsexy. Hopefully that helps give you an idea of what stories you're likely to be into, or not into. The next couple of stories I'm working on are pretty heavy on the humiliation and/or denial. So if that's the kind of stuff you're into keep an eye out for those, and sign up to my newsletter to make sure you can get notified when they're released.

Like I mentioned in my post about my plan to start working out locked, I've been on a journey with chastity for a while now, and to be honest much of that wasn't particularly successful (I'm hoping to change that though!). I've been through four cages over a period of about ten years, with varying degrees of success. In this post I'm going to share what cages I've tried and what my experiences of using them have been. My challenges when it comes to fit My balls naturally sit quite high and tight to my body. Depending on the time of day, the temperature, how horny I am (and probably a bunch of other factors I don't understand) my balls will hang lower and looser sometimes, but sometimes they'll want to contract. It means that instead of my balls sitting below the cage and the ring, they sit right up in or beside the gap between the cage and the ring. That makes it really hard to get the gap between the cage and the ring right. Too big a gap, and my balls will just fall through and the cage will fall off. Too small a gap, and my balls are crushed between the cage and the ring. And worst of all is when the gap is almost big enough for my balls to fall through, because it results in the agonising experience of a testicle retracting and getting stuck. It means that not only is the size of the gap important, but also the location and size of the gap. I think this has made it a little harder than it would otherwise be to find a well-fitting cage - one that's tight enough to hold everything in place but not so tight as to crush it. Here's what I've tried. Cage #1: Imitation CB-X cage This was my first attempt, and this cage was all wrong for me. First of all, the cage section was too long for my dick (kind of embarrassing that I could misjudge by so much, but I think I got it before I learnt how to measure properly, and also if I remember correctly there weren't many sizes on offer). Because it's clear you can see exactly what's inside, so it always looked silly that my dick only filled up the first half of it and the rest was empty space. I'm also not a big fan of the way it fits together. It has three main pieces: the cage, the ring, and this third piece that attaches the other two together using three bars. Each piece has holes in it, and the three bars go through the holes. This was just too many parts. It made it complicated to put on because you had to line up not two but three different pieces of equipment. The multiple bars going through multiple holes just created more opportunities for it to pinch my skin or catch a hair, because I don't like to be completely shaved. I also didn't like the way it looked, with or without underwear over it. It kind of poked out straight instead of curving like a flaccid dick. And the bulky system of bars creates a shape that doesn't look as good as the silhouettes you get from other cages. Maybe if I had a bigger dick or a smaller cage, and was completely shaven, this would have worked better for me. But I am just not a fan. Cage #2: Sexysamba stainless steel(?) cage I don't know who produces this cage. I got it off Amazon, where it was branded 'Sexysamba' (the least sexy name I could possibly think of). But I've also seen it on other stores with different brand names and I haven't been able to find out anything about the manufacturer. This cage is the one I think looks the coolest. It's made of thick metal with holes cut into it for air. The metal is thick so you feel like you're completely encased in it. It says it's made of stainless steel, and maybe it is because it hasn't rusted or anything. But I can't vouch for its material. The ring is hinged at the bottom, so instead of pushing your balls through you just open it, wrap it around and close it again. This is cool because it means no fucking around trying to push your junk through the ring, and it also means you can use a pretty small ring because you don't have to try fit your dick and balls through it to get it on. But the hinge does occasionally pinch the skin on your scrotum, which isn't enjoyable I can assure you. It fits together by feeding the bar through where the ring closes - which also holds the ring closed - and then through the cage and locking it on the other side. It doesn't have its own locking mechanism, just a hole in the end of the bar to insert your own padlock. I should mention, this cage came with spacers (short pieces of plastic tube that wrap around the bar to maintain the gap size) that aren't pictured here. I like how heavy it feels - there's no way you can forget you've got it on. And I like that the lack of a built in locking mechanism means it requires an actual padlock, because there's something incredibly hot to me about the symbolism of having your dick locked with an actual padlock. Unfortunately it didn't work very well for me. I tried a couple of different rings, but neither of them allowed me to wear it for a long period. My balls would always fall out. Embarrassingly it would happen during sex as the pounding would shake the cage loose, or my balls contracting after my assgasm would squeeze through the gap and leave nothing for the cage to hold onto. I tried a couple of different sized rings but it didn't seem to make a difference, because the issue was with the size of the gap between the ring and the cage, not the size of the ring itself. It's a shame because I love this cage and would love to wear it more often. Cage #3: Imitation HolyTrainer This was called an HT-V3, and I got it off Amazon from a seller called FYJENNICC. Basically though it's a cheap imitation of a HolyTrainer. This cage was an improvement from the first two, and overall it was a decent fit. The ring being bent rather than flat makes it more comfortable for balls like mine that sit tight. I think it looks cool too. I like how your dick is completely encased and invisible in here. It's like it doesn't exist at all. I'm guessing that's not ideal for cleaning if you're wearing it longer term though. It works quite simply: the top of the ring has a kind of groove it it, and the cage component has a section that fits the groove. You slide the cage into the groove and then run the lock through to hold them together. There was only one problem, but it was kind of a big one: the end of the cage dug into my skin and really hurt after a while. I think that maybe if I had less fat around that area it wouldn't dig in quite as much, so maybe if I lose a bit of weight I'll give it another try. Right now though, sadly it's a no from me. I bought this as a kind of test drive before shelling out more money on a legit HolyTrainer. So maybe the real thing is better designed and wouldn't have that extra bit digging into me. At some point I'm keen to find out because I think the aesthetic is cool and the ring shape is really good (HolyTrainer if you're up for a paid partnership why don't you slide into my DMs), but at this point I haven't because in the meantime I decided to spend the big bucks on cage #4. Cage #4: Kink3D Cobra This cage is definitely the best one yet. Kink3D seems to be a popular brand and with good reason. It was pricey but I think when it comes down to it you have to pay decent money to get decent equipment. I think this Cobra cage looks pretty cool. It works simply too: you fit the cage to the ring with interlocking tabs, then ring the lock through to hold them together. The first size I tried didn't work. I picked a cage that was too big for my dick (embarrassing to make that mistake again), and I've also had to try a couple of different ring sizes. In the picture of all the cage components you can see the size I ended up with on the left, and all the other ones I tried on the right. There are a lot of ring options, because not only are there different sizes, there are also different shaps and thicknesses of rings which all make a difference to the gap size. The people at Kink3D were really helpful when I contacted them about finding the right size. They gave me advice, and gave me a discount on the parts I had to buy because the first ones weren't working for me. There's also a community on reddit for people exchanging parts, which might give you an opportunity to get something a bit cheaper or unload an unsuitable component with less sunk cost. And if you live in or visit the UK, rather than living at the edge of the world like I do, I think Kink3D might even do fittings at fetish expos which could prevent you buying the wrong size. My balls still feel a bit crushed some of the time, and I often need to adjust the cage to give them a bit more space. But overall, this is the first cage I've been able to wear for hours at a time - I've even worn it overnight. And it's comfortable enough that I can sometimes forget I'm even wearing it. My reckons based on trying all four After trying out all four I definitely prefer the Kink3D cobra, but it was pricy (and even pricier than expected by the time I had to shell out for extra pieces because the first ones weren't right for me). I also don't think it's necessarily fair to malign the other three. I think for other people with slightly different bodies (less fat and lower hanging balls) the others could work much better than they did for me. I also think that just because my imitation HolyTrainer was uncomfortable it doesn't mean the real thing would be too. So I guess if you're hunting for cages my advice is: Measure your junk carefully If possible get a cage with multiple rings so it's more likely that at least one will fit Buy good quality rather than cheap imitations, but be prepared to pay for it Be prepared for the possibility that your first (or second or third) try won't work out; budget for it, try not to be discouraged if it happens, and look for opportunities to save or recoup some of the cost. Keep following me if you want to find out more about how my chastity journey's going. You can subscribe for email updates on my website or follow me on twitter. I'm also writing gay chastity erotic fiction so keep an eye out for that soon.

I'm currently working on a story about a guy locked in a chastity cage and the various guys he cruises in the gym locker room. The story is fiction, but in amongst the imaginary parts are elements of my past experiences (when it comes to the locker room hook-ups), and an imagined future self I'm aspiring to become - a future self that involves both being locked and getting fit. I've been experimenting with chastity for a long time (long before it was cool, I swear). I bought my first cage in about 2015, and at the time of writing this I'm onto my fourth. I've always wanted chastity to be a bigger part of my life, but there have always been things that stopped me. One of those things stopping me is my own embarrassment and awkwardness when it comes to talking about sex in the real world, outside of my writing. I'm lucky enough to have a partner who is open-minded and kink-positive, but I still find it hard to talk about some of the more unconventional sides of my sexual desire. Especially when they involve an element of intentional shame - and locking my dick away to wither in a flaccid state, unable to use it the way god intended, definitely has an element of intentional shame for me. So, while my boyfriend has fucked me in my cage a few times, and is totally supportive of my desire to be caged, I've never really thought of it as something he's 'into' and I still find it hard to make it a bigger part of our shared sex life. The other impediment the fit and comfort: it's taken me a while to find a cage that fits me properly that I won't fall out of. Even now, the cage I've got fits pretty well but not well enough to wear for long periods of time without hurting my balls in a way that I'm sure can't be good for them in the long term. I think this is partly due to the way my balls are built: my scrotum is a little on the small and tight side, which means my balls don't hang low and there isn't much extra skin. Because of that my balls are jammed up against the ring of the cage, kind of squashed. And I think this problem is exacerbated my my weight. I'm not exactly obese but over the last decade I've definitely transitioned from twink to bear, and I'm now not far off the 100kg mark. It means that where I would have had loose skin around my balls I now have more fat padding it out, giving me less to work with when I'm caging myself. This is where my chastity and gym goals converge: because I need to lose weight to wear my cage more, and I'm hoping wearing my cage more might help motivate me to get more into shape. Let me explain a little more about what I mean. I've always found it hard to motivate myself to go to the gym, and to stay at the gym once I get there. Following chastity content online I see countless guys who find that being locked is giving them the drive to work out, fuelled by sexual frustration. And sure, you can't trust most of what you read online and I know a lot of these guys are probably fudging the truth a fair bit. Like, they probably already have the drive to get ripped and the cage is just a way to get some extra online attention. But I want to see if being caged - the focus and frustrated energy of having a cage beneath my gym shorts - is something that can help me too. At the same time I think that having this hot secret, this constant turn-on, might help make the gym less of a chore and more of a thrill. If I think of the gym as a chore I don't want to do then I'll never do it. But if the gym can be an experience that's sexually charged, and secretly kinky, then maybe that can help me enjoy it. If I can do that, maybe I'll be excited about working out, and then maybe I'll actually be enthusiastic about it. If I want that to happen though I have to change my mindset and actually choose to think about it that way. If I can lose a bit of weight through this approach, it will hopefully help make wearing a cage a little more comfortable. A reinforcing spiral of feeling good about it and doing it more as a result. It's not just about fitting into the cage though: I've been trying to lose weight for years in an attempt to be healthier and hotter. (I know, I know, big guys can be sexy, and I shouldn't buy into all the body shaming fat-phobia that's so prevalent in the gay community. But what can I say, I just want to look hot, okay?) I also am under no illusion that I'm ever going to become a shredded gym bro or defy age to become a twink again, but I think that the combination of becoming a little slimmer round the gut and a little more muscular around the pecs and shoulders would help me feel sexier in the body type I now inhabit. It means living a version of the fictional story I'm writing - albeit one with a lot less casual locker room sex because that's not something I'm seeking out these days. And even if it does absolutely nothing to help with my fitness or my chastity, it might at least help with my writing. Because to write the story well, to be able to describe the feelings and the sensory experience of being in a gym working out - and being locked while doing it - doing some in-character "research" surely couldn't hurt. So while I'm writing this story about a locked sub working out at the gym, I'm going to try emulate it in my real life by working out locked. I'm going to use it as a way of doing research for my story, while at the same time using it to make the experience of workout a more sexually charged one for me, that I can get excited about and look forward to. Stick around and see what happens. Could be nothing, because I might find it doesn't really help and I still don't really go to the gym, in which case I won't have much to say and this post might get quietly archived in a month or so. Or maybe I'll get somewhere, and in that case you might find reading about it kind of interesting, or hot, or even useful if you're contemplating something similar yourself.

I'm Heath Robbs, the newest addition to the Bunkmate Books line-up. Here's a bit about me, including what to expect from my stories, where the inspiration for them comes from. How would I describe my stories? I like to describe my writing as gay filth. And that's not an attempt at self-deprecation; I am totally proud to write filthy stories that bring out the seedy, sleazy side of gay culture and desire. I like to write about anonymous sex and cruising - situations where two (or more) men cross paths, satisfy each other, then move on without anything more complicated. I also like power dynamics, from dad/son to dom/sub to alpha/beta. I like to explore masculinity, even the sides of masculinity that can be a little toxic. I like to explore ideas around submission and degradation, guys getting used and treated rough. And I like to write about a bunch of kinks like underwear, chastity, and watersports. What interests me about anonymous sex? I've always been into cruising and anonymous sex. That was my introduction to gay life because I was in the closet for the first little while after I came to the realisation that I was into guys. Part of that was because I wanted to see if gay sex was really for me before I went down the irreversable path of coming out, and part of it (the bigger part if I'm being honest) was that I was afraid to come out. So anonymous hook-ups at the local sauna and online was how I started out. It didn't stop when I came out though. I've spent many nights in saunas and other sex-on-site clubs, and done my share of public cruising. I became a total sauna slut, both because it was an easy way to get laid without going through the hard work of dating, and because I really came to like the sordidness of it. I think I like those kinds of situations because you can really just fulfil your animal instincts without really having to consider social norms. You can go from seeing a guy across a room to being on your knees sucking his dick without even telling each other your names. I like that you and the guys you're with are just meeting each other's needs, with no pretensions about it meaning anything beyond that. I also like the communal nature of it: places where men congregate to fuck, where sexually explicit things are normal and welcomed. Where you can get on your knees or all fours and take as many cocks as you want in full view of whoever wants to enjoy the show. So even though I'm settled down now, I still have a real fondness for anonymous and casual sex. It comes easier to me than relationship sex. It's still a mindfuck for me trying to walk the line between wanting to be treated like a piece of meat, and maintaining a respectful and loving relationship. It can be done of course, but it's so much easier with a stranger! And although I don't do it much anymore (or maybe because I don't), living the fantasy through writing about it is something I find fun. Would I describe myself as kinky in real life? Definitely. I don't necessarily act on it all that often, but there are a bunch of kinks I really like, which are the same ones I like to write about. Some of the events in my stories are inspired or draw details from stuff I've tried out in real life. I've messed around with watersports a bit, and I've been on a journey (albeit a slow one) with chastity for several years. I also love being restrained or restraining someone else. What's behind the name? Heath Robbs isn't my real name obviously. It's a pen name - one of a few pen names I write under, each with a different genre or niche. I enjoy a good pun so when that name occurred to me it really appealed. And the profile picture? It's an illustration by Alonso Mena, who you can find on instagram @alo_illustra or on Patreon. It's based on a real photo of me, but the illustrator took a bit of artistic licence when it comes to the pyhsique, I'm not that muscly in real life! It's more of an aspirational fantasy avatar in that sense. I also asked him to give me a big moustache which is hot but not how I groom my facial hair in real life; as a gay erotica writer I don't want to be instantly recognisable to everyone I see walking down the street, you know? What am I working on right now? I'm writing a couple of stories, so I guess we'll see which one ends up published first. One's about chastity and cruising. It centres on a guy who's starting out with chastity and is visiting his local gym to work out while locked. It's about the various encounters he has in the changing room, and his transformation from timid, weedy guy to full-time locked pass-around jock. The other is a dom/sub story, about a submissive guy who doesn't think the office dudebro notices he exists - till he starts to make himself useful and show he can be a good servant. If you want to find out more about me, and subscribe to be the first to know when my latest writing drops, check out my author page on the Bunkmate Books website.

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Here's a sample of my latest story. It's volume one of a new series called Cuckold B&B, all about a couple who rent out their spare bedroom for short-stay accommodation, and discover the world of cuckolding thanks to the various guys that come stay. This first story is called The Sharing Economy, and it tells the story of how Nico and Ryan try out their first "threeway". Here's a sample from the story. You can buy the full book (about 10,000 words) from Amazon, Smashwords, Google Play, or direct from me. When I opened my eyes Nico’s face was inches from mine, eyes closed, sleeping peacefully. His arms clutched tight in front of his chest, fists curled loosely into balls. I could feel his warm breath tickle my nose each time he exhaled. For a few seconds I just lay there admiring his beautiful face, and everything seemed normal and perfect, the events of the previous night not even registering. Then I saw the other arm, draped over his waist, palm resting between his belly-button and crotch. And I remembered all about the previous night. My dick became hard, instantly, when I remembered what had happened. I lifted my head off the pillow so I could look over Nico to see Cody. He was still asleep too, his chin nestled into the back of Nico’s neck. My eyes tracked downwards, to their bodies. They were spooning, Nico nestled in the shape left by Cody’s curled up body. His ass nestled against Cody’s crotch. For a second that sight made me feel sick; Nico looked so peaceful, so natural, in the arms of someone else. I wondered if he could sense that the body wrapped around him wasn’t mine; I wondered if it was intentional that he nestled into Cody’s form and not mine. For a second I was angry, too, wondering how he could choose to share the intimate experience of sleeping in another man’s arms while I was right there in the bed. He could have sent Cody back to his room, and done that with me. His actual boyfriend. It hurt to think about, but at the same time the sight made my dick instantly hard. I contemplated grabbing it, jerking off right then — I knew it would only take me about half a dozen strokes to cum — but I stopped myself. Instead I just sat there for a few minutes watching them sleep until Nico, as though gradually becoming aware he was being watched, started to stir. I quickly lay back down, pretending to still be asleep. I felt Nico’s breaths change tempo as he woke up. I felt the bed move as Nico turned over. I heard the sound of lips touching lips — light, tender kisses. And I felt the movement of Cody starting to stir too. “Morning,” I heard Nico whisper. “Morning,” I heard Cody reply. I heard them kiss. My stomach hurt and my dick pulsed. “Sleep okay?” I heard them kiss again. “Yeah, thanks,” Cody whispered back. “You?” I didn’t hear him answer. But I heard him whisper, “I could feel your cock up against my ass in the night.” “You like it?” “Yeah.” A pause. “You’re still hard.” “Yeah.” I heard them kiss again. Long, this time. Then the weight shifting in the bed; it felt like Nico was turning back around to face me. Is he checking whether I’m awake? I wondered whether I should open my eyes, show I was awake and I knew what was going on, that they had my permission for what they wanted to do. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it — partly because I didn’t want to disturb the moment they were sharing, but partly because I wanted to know what Nico would do without waiting for me to tell him it was okay. But it was too late, anyway, because the noise that followed was unmistakeable. If you liked the teaser, check out the full book.

Here's another sample of my story, Cuckold B&B, Vol 1: The Sharing Economy. It's volume one of a new series called Cuckold B&B, all about a couple who rent out their spare bedroom for short-stay accommodation, and discover the world of cuckolding thanks to the various guys that come stay. This first story is about how Nico and Ryan try out their first "three-way" which turns out to be a little less three-sided than they expected. Here's a sample from the story. At this point in the story both Ryan's been fantasising about Cody - the guest staying in their spare bedroom - fucking his boyfriend Nico. But no one's made a move. Yet. You can buy the full book (about 10,000 words) from Amazon, Smashwords, Google Play, or direct from me. I woke up when I heard the door to the apartment unlock. Nico was still asleep beside me. I heard Cody stumble around a little, finding his way around in the dark. I heard a hushed voice. Then another; he wasn’t alone. My heart immediately started to beat a little faster. I heard the sound of someone pissing in the bathroom between our two rooms, followed by the flush of the toilet and the sound of the bathroom tap running. Then I heard the door to the spare room shut. I turned over and tried to go back to sleep. But I couldn’t. Now I was fully awake; I realised I was listening out for any sound of Cody and the guy he’d brought home. I realised I was also getting a little hard. After a few minutes of silence I heard a definite moan. Followed by another. I heard the bed creak; I made a mental note that I should probably fix it once Cody was gone. And then another mental note that maybe I shouldn’t, because I kind of liked being able to hear it. The moans got a little louder. The bed started creaking rhythmically. Nico stirred a little. “What’s…?” he asked groggily. It took him a few more seconds to wake up properly and realise what was going on. “Is that Cody?” he asked. “Yeah,” I replied in a whisper. “He brought someone home.” By now the two of them were really going for it. We could hear the bed creaking and pounding against the wall, and Cody’s trade moaning desperately in time with the creaking. “Whoa.” Nico sounded impressed. “That guy’s really getting it.” “They could be a little quieter,” I said. Sounding like a prude, pretending I wasn’t turned on as hell by listening to them fuck in the next room. “I dunno, I kind of like hearing it,” Nico replied. He wriggled a little closer to me, so his body was up against mine. I could feel his toned, skinny torso pressed against mine. And I could feel his dick was just as hard as mine was. He kissed my neck. “To be honest, it kind of turns me on.” I kissed him back, felt his dick pulse against my leg. “Who do you think’s the one making the noises?” he asked. “I don’t think that sounds like Cody moaning,” I replied. “So he must be topping.” “Sounds like he’s doing a pretty good job,” Nico replied. He reached over and wrapped his hand around my hard cock. “Feels like you kind of like hearing it too.” I reached over, took his cock in my hand and started to stroke it slowly. He kissed me again, let it linger this time. As he finally broke away I found his mouth and kissed him back. We lay there in the dark, making out and jacking each other off as we listened to Cody fucking the random he’d brought home. By now we could make out muffled cries. “Oh god. Fuck… Fuck.” The bed was creaking and thudding faster. And the faster it got, the faster and harder Nico shoved his tongue down my throat and jerked my cock. “Fuck! Fuck!” A pause; they must have been switching positions. Then a wail; Cody must have found a better angle because the guy sounded like he was practically being split in two. Nico’s breathing got heavier, his cock harder, the louder the wails got. As the fucking got more frantic, we both got closer and closer. At last, with a breathy whisper, I told Nico, “I’m going to cum.” If you enjoyed it you can find out more on my website. You can buy the full book (about 10,000 words) from Amazon, Smashwords, Google Play, or direct from me.

Here's a sample of my book Cuckold B&B, Volume Two: Breaking the House Rules. Like the title says, it's the second story in my series Cuckold B&B. In the first story, Ryan and Nico put their spare bedroom on a short stay accom site, and ended up having a 'three-way' with their first houseguest. And Ryan realised that he kind of liked just standing back and watching, although he wasn't quite sure what it all meant. In volume two they've got a new houseguest, Levi. Levi is dead keen to get fucked by Nico, and he's not shy about making it known. Trouble is, Nico and Ryan have made a rule that they only play together, and Levi's just not into Ryan. He kissed me on the forehead. “How’s your day been?” “Okay.” As he started to withdraw I grabbed him by the wrist. “Wait.” I leaned in and kissed him. I wanted it to be obvious what I wanted. I’d been so fucking charged all day that now that Ryan was home I couldn’t wait a second more. “Oh,” Ryan said, his grin telling me he understood the signal. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back. As he did he slid a hand down and rested it on my crotch, feeling my already semi-hard cock through the fabric of my shorts. “Somebody’s already rearing to go, huh?” I nodded. “I’ve been needing to fuck you for hours.” I dragged him into the bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed. Then I crawled onto him, pinning his hands above his head and nestling my nose into his armpit, taking in the scent of him. I held it there for a few seconds, enjoying it, before I released him and started to pull off my clothes. I rolled off him so he could do the same, and within a few seconds we were both naked. I was fully hard, the tip of my cock wet with a droplet of precum leaking from the prospect of finally getting to fuck. I got in between his legs, leaned in and kissed him, while I fondled his cock. He let out a little groan. “Fuck that’s good,” he sighed. Then, “What’s got you so horny?” I paused for a second. I’d already decided that I wanted to tell him about Levi’s advances. But right now didn’t seem like the right time. Hearing how Levi was so into me and not into him was bound to be a blow to his ego. And admitting how horny it had gotten me would make it seem even worse. “I’ve just missed you today,” I replied. I started to jack his cock in long, slow strokes. “Did you hang out with Levi today?” I should have been surprised he even asked that, surprised that Levi was on his mind the same way it had been on mine all day. But I wasn’t that surprised at all. “No,” I replied, still jacking his cock. “Why’s that?” “No reason. Just making conversation.” “Bullshit.” I let go of his cock. “You don’t just ‘make conversation’ during sex.” He sat up, looking a little guilty. “Okay, yeah true. I guess… I guess I was just wondering if he was the reason why you’re so horny.” Now it was my turn to feel guilty. Even though I hadn’t done anything with the guy, I’d wanted to so badly that it felt like I had. And I couldn’t gaslight Ryan into thinking he was crazy for wondering. “Maybe a little.” “Did something happen?” “No, of course not!” I shook my head emphatically. “I would never. Never. But he tried it on.” “What did he do?” Ryan didn’t sound angry. More intrigued, maybe. “Nothing really. He just said he was up for it. Just innuendo, suggestions, that kind of thing.” “And you want to?” “I mean he’s hot, obviously,” I told him. “But no. It’s not an option: he doesn’t want to do anything with the two of us. He’s only interested in me.”I winced a little as I told him that, knowing it must be hard to hear and bracing myself for his reaction. He did look a little deflated hearing it. “Don’t take it personally,” I said. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.” “It’s all good,” he replied. “Everyone’s got their type.” He paused, his eyes darting around in the way they always did when he wanted to say something but felt too nervous. “Do you want to though?” he asked finally. “No, I told you already. I wouldn’t. We agreed, we only play together.” “What if I was okay with it?” The question caught me off guard. Does he mean it? Or is he just trying to get me to admit I’m into Levi? For the first time I actually considered the scenario of being allowed to fuck Levi. God, I wished I could fuck him. I could picture it, sliding into his ass. I could almost feel it. But I could also picture how devastated Ryan would be. “Are you?” I asked. “I mean if you want to, I could probably—“ I cut him off. “You don’t have to try and pretend to be okay with it. We agreed. And I’m not going back on that. We play together, because we’re a fucking team.” We sat there in silence for a full five seconds or so. And as we stared at each other I realised that I was hoping he’d protest. Hoping he’d tell me he was actually okay with it. That he wanted me to. But of course he wasn’t going to. My cock had gone completely soft from the interruption. But I looked down and saw that Ryan was still fully hard. “Do you still want to fuck?” I asked him. He nodded vigorously. “If you still do.” “Yeah,” I said a little grumpily, though I didn’t know quite why. “Help me get hard again then.” Ryan sprung at me from across the bed. He gave my chest a gentle push, indicating I should lie down. He positioned himself where he could reach my cock with his mouth. And then before he put it in, he looked up at me with a cheeky grin. “If you want to get hard just think about Levi,” he joked. Then he wrapped his mouth around my cock and started giving me head. I closed my eyes, and I did think of Levi. I imagined it was him sucking my cock and not Ryan. And my hard-on was back almost instantly. If you want to read more of the story, it's available from my online store and from most major retailers.

My latest book, Lockdown With My Husband's Bull, is out on July 22 and available for pre-order at Amazon and Smashwords now. Nick's been getting cucked by his husband Joe and his personal trainer Scott for a while now. But when the city goes into lockdown from the latest wave of covid, Scott's gym work dries up and Nick and Joe let him come crash with them for a while. This excerpt is from the night he first shows up. It's available at Smashwords, Google Play, Amazon, and my online store. It all happened pretty fast from there. Scott took the following day to pack and move out of his place, and about nine that evening he was standing on our doorstep with an overnight bag slung over his shoulder. It had been a while since I’d seen him; the pandemic had meant a lot less frequent hook-up sessions for him and Joe, and the last few times they’d met up Joe had stayed at his place and left me at home to jack off to my own imagination. So I’d forgotten exactly how impressive his body actually was. Or maybe it had just got bigger and more muscular since last time — which wouldn’t surprise me given the effort the guy put in at the gym most days. He was wearing a muscle tee with armholes dropped low enough that you could see just how built his lats were and how toned his torso was. And sweatpants tight enough to hug his thick quads — the result of countless hours of squats and leg presses — and the sizeable bulge of his cock. His body was built from hard work and sweat, but that big cock of his was sheer genetics. Joe stepped out onto the porch to greet him. As he did, Scott dropped his bag down onto the ground so he could wrap his arms around Joe’s body. The two of them kissed for several seconds before either of them said anything. “Missed me?” Scott asked finally. Joe nodded. “Of course.” Scott looked over at me. “Hey, buddy,” he said, giving me a nod. “Hey thanks for letting me crash here a while. You guys are life savers.” His voice was collegial, casual, like I’d handed him a pen, not handed over access to my house and my husband indefinitely. It was a momentary acknowledgement that he was only here because I’d allowed it, but without any hint of deference to me, and without conceding any power to me. “No problem at all,” I told him. “I think it’ll be fun.” He grinned at me. “Don’t you worry buddy, you’ll love it.” “Do you want to come inside?” Joe asked. I could tell by the tone of his voice, the way he emphasised the last two words of the question, that he wasn’t just talking about stepping in the front door. Scott picked up on the innuendo. “Thought you’d never ask.” He took Joe’s outstretched hand and followed him inside. As he did he looked over to me and asked, “Hey, buddy, think you could bring those bags in for me?” He didn’t bother to wait for me to answer before he’d disappeared around the corner heading for the bedroom. I picked up the bags, hurriedly dropped them off in the spare room, and followed the two of them to the bedroom. By the time I got there they were already fully into it, Joe on his knees on the floor with Scott’s fat cock in his mouth, Scott pulling off his muscle shirt and throwing it on the floor with his sweatpants. Joe was making appreciative noises as he took Scott’s cock as far as he could down his throat. Joe was good at giving head, and he could deep throat me down to the base, but he couldn’t quite manage to get Scott’s monster fully in there. Scott helped though, he grabbed him by the hair on the top of his head and buried his cock in as deep as it could go. I could hear Joe gagging, and I could see his own hard cock heaving at how much it turned him on to be handled like that. Scott held him there, struggling on his cock, for a full ten seconds or so, before finally pulling Joe off and leaving him gasping for breath. Once he had his breath back Joe went in for more, but this time Scott stopped him. “Up on the bed,” he whispered. Joe got up off the floor and sat down on the edge of the bed. This time it was Scott’s turn to get down on his knees, and he slid his mouth around Joe’s cock. It made Joe moan with pure delight — I thought I was good at sucking dick, but I was always blown away by the reaction Scott could get out of my husband when he wrapped those lips around it. Scott massaged Joe’s balls as he blew him, every now and then wrapping his fingers around his scrotum just below where it met the base of his cock, and pulling slowly, stretching the skin. That made Joe moan even harder. He got more and more into it, sucking on Joe’s cock with increasing intensity, till Joe had to tap him on the shoulders urgently and stop him. “You’re gonna make me cum,” he said. “I don’t wanna cum yet. Not till you fuck me.” Scott took his mouth off Joe’s cock. “Guess I’d better hurry up and fuck you then.” He grabbed Joe by the legs and flipped them up and out of the way, spread like a V, bringing Joe’s hole right up in front of his face. He licked it, got it all wet and got Joe moaning desperately. He stopped for a second, long enough to ask me, “Bud, where’s the lube?” before he went back to loosening up Joe’s hole with his tongue. I made a beeline for the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of lube. I gently set it down on the floor next to where Scott was kneeling, then retreated to my spot over in the corner. Joe knew my favourite routine and on this occasion he indulged me. He flipped over and got onto his hands and knees on the bed, facing me, so I’d be able to see every nuance of the reaction on his face as he got fucked. Scott lubed up and positioned himself behind Joe facing me. He gave me a grin and asked, “Well cuck, ready to see your husband get it?” I nodded enthusiastically. He didn’t need any more encouragement than that. In a single long, fluid stroke, he plunged his cock into Joe. I couldn’t see his cock enter him, but I could tell the exact moment by the look on Joe’s face. His eyes scrunched up into an agonised wince that slowly gave way to an expression that looked one part relieved and one part overwhelmed. His arms seemed to turn to jelly and he started to let his head sink down towards the mattress, before steadying himself and backing up into Scott’s strokes. Scott grabbed Joe’s hips, pounding him harder, never taking his eyes off mine. His intense stare was like a challenge to me: look what I’m doing to your husband. Are you going to try and stop me? But of course I’d never try to stop him. I loved this. By now my own cock was in my hand and I was stroking it in long, slow strokes, a couple of seconds apart, calibrated for maximum pleasure without letting me blow too soon. No matter how good it felt to fuck Joe, or to have him fuck me, nothing compared to watching him getting pleasured to a whole new level by a man like Scott. Usually they’d be flipping each other all over the bed, switching up positions. But this time they just fucked doggy for what seemed like close to an hour, Joe wailing as Scott hit the deepest spots inside of him. By now there was a wet patch on the sheet below Joe’s cock where his leaking pre-cum had collected, and Joe’s skin was sparkling from a sheen of sweat. I don’t know how he took it like that, I know I couldn’t have. Finally though, he cried out, “Fuck, Scott, fuck, I’m cumming!” Scott rammed it in a few more times, even harder than before, and with a roar like a battle cry the cum started to erupt out of Joe’s cock. The bouncing of his cock as Scott fucked him sent wads of cum flying in all kinds of directions, each landing on the sheets making dark, wet stains. Feeling Joe cum must have set Scott off, because it was only three or four more pumps before he slammed his cock into Joe one last time, empaling him as hard as he possibly could, and howled as he held it in there releasing his load into Joe’s ass. The two of them stayed there for a few seconds, frozen. Then finally Scott pulled out; I saw a trickle of thick cum dribble out of Joe’s ass and onto the sheet the moment Scott unplugged it. “Fuck,” said Joe, sounding almost shellshocked. He collapsed onto the bed and lazily rolled himself over onto his back. “Thanks, man.” “No problem.” Scott looked over at me. “You gonna cum now, buddy?” I thought about it; I was so close. But I shook my head. “Nah not just yet,” I replied. I looked at Joe. “I’d be keen for seconds, if you think you’d be up to it babe?” “Uh, I’m pretty wrecked,” Joe told me. “I think maybe I’ll need to pass. It’s kinda late anyway, I think maybe I’m keen to just go to sleep.” I was a little disappointed; I’d been so close and now I was rapidly losing my hard-on. But it was fair enough. “No problem. Let’s just go to bed.” We all sat there for several seconds, none of us moving. I was waiting for Scott to take the hint and leave, but he just seemed oblivious. The silence went on long enough that it was starting to become awkward. So I finally broke it. “Scott, do you want me to show you where the spare room is?” “Ah,” he said, finally seeming to understand what was going on. But instead of taking the hint he just said, “I was thinking I’d probably stay in here with Joe tonight.” I looked at Joe, expecting his support. He remembered we’d talked about it, surely. But instead Joe asked, “Is that okay? Might be nice, his first night here. We haven’t had a sleepover in a while.” I was a little taken aback, and a little annoyed. But the idea of being forced into the spare bedroom so this stud could take my bed for the night did turn me on a fair bit, so I acquiesced. “Okay.” I tried to make it sound like I’d thought it over and come to that conclusion, like it was my decision to make. Like I hadn’t just been kicked out. If you like the sound of it, the full book is available at Smashwords, Google Play, Amazon, and my online store.