Cabin Cuck

"I want to watch," he told me while sitting on the couch with his cock out. I had walked in on him jerking off to porn. It wasn't unusual for us but it was unusual to see him with his pants off, spread eagle, in just his work shirt and no pants. I usually jerked off in our bed.

'Maybe he did the same?' I thought.

He looked huge. I mean his cock looked huge and it really turned me on. In the past few months, to my surprise, Ralph had become insecure about his cock. Those insecurities even spilled over in to how roughly handsome he was now that he was older.

"You're so pretty," Ralph would tell me constantly.

I didn't think I was a 10 myself but I could see how attractive I was in the mirror.

As much as I told Ralph how beautiful he was, he began shy away from my compliments as the years passed.

That's why I was and wasn't surprised at the porn he was watching.

"Am I giving him what you can't, cuck?" Came from a dominant voice on the TV.

There was a man on all fours on a bed. A top was plowing him. The bottom was moaning (almost excessively) each time the cock entered him.

In the corner of the room, a was man sitting with his shirt still on but pants off. Just like Ralph on the couch in front of me.

He had paused the porn when I caught him. He felt caught even though I hadn't really found a secret out. We were pretty open about our sexual appetites and masturbation habits.

But the fantasy I was seeing him watch, well it was new.

Before he'd paused, the top was saying more insults to the man in the corner.

"I am making his pussy feel good, like you can't!" He directed to the man sitting in the corner.

He kept pounding away as he talked down to the man in the corner.

That's when I noticed the man in the corner was wearing a silver Cuck Cage, and his cock looked like it was in pain. Even so, his face told me he was getting so much pleasure out of it.

I wanted to get hard. It was hot. But I struggled with the idea of someone insulting my man. I didn't really like it. I knew he had struggled with his image but I didn't see how he could allow someone to be cruel to him because of his lack of confidence.

Ralph is a teddy bear. Good hearted and sweet as can be. We're just a couple of hairy round bears. He's my "Paddington", I'm his "Pooh Bear". I'm sweet as honey and he's got a heart of gold. I know, it is nauseating.

Up until now that was the kind of dynamic I thought were in: a couple of sappy and sticky bears looking for our next sweet treat.

"By all means, don't stop on my account," I said standing from the kitchen counter.

"It's always fun to see what makes you cum," I finished in a sultry but supportive tone.

He was embarrassed. Even if I was a little shocked by the insults coming from the T.V., the idea of one of us watching the other get banged, and not able to pleasure ourselves, was enticing.

"Ralph, babe, I can tell you're embarrassed but you don't need to be," I said trying to soothe him.

He turned off the T.V. And I could see he was getting soft.

"Can we talk?" Ralph asked in a concerned tone.

I just walked over and sat by him on the couch. I admired his tussled hair and his light brown eyes that had grown so serious in the last few moments.

I looked down at his softening cock and saw his tip was dripping pre-cum on the leather sofa. I liked how much he oozed. No, I loved it. Sweet honey I could eat every day. I reached out to touch his cock. I couldn't resist when it was soaking wet. He stopped me.

"Ry, can we hold off for just a sec?" Ralph asked getting more nervous.

"Sure," I replied trying to not feel rejected.

"I really have a fantasy that I think I need to try as a reality. It's been on my mind for a little while. I've tried to ignore it but I can't," Ralph's voice became more strained.

"Ok, is it what you are watching?" I asked to break the ice for him.

"Yes, it is. I have more extreme visions of it but they are all the same in the end. I want to be cucked," Ralph replied.

I had heard the term before. I had seen guys wearing "cuck" shirts in clubs. I knew it was a kink and that it meant you wanted to watch your partner get fucked. But that was about it.

"Ok. I'm sure we can figure it out," I assured him.

"But I don't know if you're going to like it. I really get off on some freaky stuff," Ralph's voice started getting shaky.

"I like to be humiliated," Ralph continued. "At least that's what I fantasize about lately. You remember how I told you about how that guy who wanted to come over, the one from the club?"

"The one who saw us dancing together?" I asked.

"Yah. Well I saw him again about a month ago. He saw me in the bathroom. He looked at me pissing. It was the night you had to work late and I went to The Rusty Hole on my own," Ralph continued.

"Yah. You told me he told you that you had a small dick. He sounded like an asshole. Please don't tell me you invited him over or something? There was obviously a reason we were feeling it" I got defensive.

"No. That's not it," Ralph said looking down at his cock.

I was confused. Ralph had told me how much that hurt him. I wasn't sure what it had to do with the video he was watching or him wanting to be a cuck. I felt so clueless. Like I didn't recognize the man in front of me. He started to change in my eyes. He started to look small and all I wanted to do was hug him.

"I know I told you how much what he said to me hurt me. It did hurt me. At least at first. And I've always felt like my cock was small," Ralph's voice was trembling now.

"I know. I still don't know why," I said reaching out to touch its beautiful wet tip again.

"Hang on, babe. I need to get this out," Ralph said pushing my hand away, holding it back in his hand.

"I kind figured out, well, I realized I like my cock to be put down and I like the idea of you getting pleasured because I don't feel like I can do it right," Ralph said with a gulp.

'The Rusty Hole asshole had really done a number on Ralph,' I thought feeling confused..

"I know. I know what happened hurt me. But it started to turn into something in my head. I started hearing urinal guy in my head over and over. I started to jerk off to it at the office. I would hear that tone and I would get hard. I started looking at porn like this and every time I was watching you get fucked. But it is starting to feel like it is not enough," Ralph said gesturing his other hand towards the screen.

We sat in silence. I was shocked but I didn't want to show that to him. I waited for his lead.

"It unlocked something in me, Pooh Bear," Ralph said sweetly

"I think I need it. I don't expect it to make sense right now. I, well, I just couldn't hold it in anymore," Ralph's voice trailed off.

There was another long pause.

"Ok. I don't know if I can do that, Ralph. I don't mind a little teasing. I just, I mean, I just love you too much to say mean things or insult your body. You know I love your gorgeous cock and it hits me in all the right places," I said squeezing his hand that was resting on the couch.

Ralph turned red. Not out of anger but mostly out of embarrassment. He broke his hand away from mine.

"Ralphie, you're a sweet heart. Tender hearted. I really wouldn't want to hurt you. You are enough, babe," I continued to try and soothe him with my words.

"Ryan, look, I know we've been together a long time. But I think I need this. I think I need some form of this and I'm willing to do what we need to do to make it work. Maybe it's just something to get out of my system. Something to process, or maybe it's just a form of play I need," Ralph said firmly but I heard the 'please' sticking in his throat.

"I even bought a cage I want you to put me in," Ralph added turning red.

"Oh. Um, ok. I, um, I'm willing to try it. I don't think I can say the stuff I was hearing in the video to you though. At least at first. I think we need to figure out how it will all work," I said firmly.

I said it but I was thinking 'How could I talk to my Paddington like that?'

"You don't need to say it to me," Ralph took a long pause. An uncomfortable long pause.

"But I want whoever is fucking you to say it to me," Ralph said with another gulp.

My head spun a little. I didn't know that he was actually wanting someone to fuck me. I thought it was some sort of thing we were going to role play. I saw me putting a dildo on the wall and fucking my self on it with porn in the background. Maybe the very video he was watching, so he had a voice saying what he needed to cum.

It got real and quick.

"You're freaking out right now, aren't you?" Ralph asked.

I wasn't freaking out. Well maybe a little. I just wasn't sure how I felt about it. On one hand, I was getting very turned on by him being vulnerable. On the other hand, I didn't know how I felt about someone else inside me.

I had always been a one guy at a time girl. At least for the most part. It had been a while since someone other than Ralph fucked me.

We played together on rare occasion. Usually on vacation. But I didn't feel like I needed more. I loved his cock and it kept me satisfied. It had a nice upward curve. He was thick as he was long and big enough to milk my cum right out of me.

Ralph had been able to make me cum hands free in the past two years. This developed skill was the best thing that had happened to our sex life. It was actually one the best things that had happened to me in the past decade. Simply put, our sex just seemed to get better. That's why I didn't think it would change. Well, at least as much as Ralph was proposing.

"I'm sorry," I said.

Ralph looked confused.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you weren't feeling satisfied," I added to the silence.

"I am satisfied, Ryan," he said in that sweet tone that drove me wild. "I mean for the most part, I am. I just found this out in the past few months and hadn't found the right time to talk about it,"

I had a lot of questions but the time wasn't right. I just nodded my head.

He shifted his ass on the leather couch. He reached over and messed up my perfectly groomed hair.

My hand was still resting on the couch. I felt like I could use a drink, or at least a good fuck, so I reached out and touched his cock. Ralph moaned so I bent over to to lick his tip. I wanted to give him comfort and show him that I wasn't running, but I also wanted to blast my brain with some dopamine.

I kissed him after licking his bulbous head and he looked me in the eyes. I could tell he was aching for my answer and he wanted to know the outcome of our conversation.

"Can I sleep on this, babe?" I asked in a sweetly.

"Of course," Ralph said exhaling.

"I'm not saying no. It has been a long day. I want to be my clearest when we come back to this, ok?" I said smiling.

His expression became less burdened.

"Thank you, babe," Ralph smiled back at me.

"Also, is there something I can read? Just so I can be more informed?" I said with some hesitation.

"I'll find some stuff," Ralph said after an awkward moment.

"Can I suck on you still?" I asked.

"Can I watch the video while you do?" Ralph replied.

I nodded.

I wanted him in my mouth. I had wanted it since I caught him. I needed a reset and I wanted his cum. I wanted it despite the awkwardness we were sitting in. Maybe I'd learn something from the video even if I was a little scared by it.

Ralph turned back on the T.V. The camera zoomed in on the cuck cage. It looked so painful but I saw the pressure against the actor's cock was giving him so much pleasure. I felt something in that moment. I felt the resistance of my pants and it made me realize it was like that. The tightness of your underwear. Your pants holding you in, not wanting to be let free. I could imagine the delirium of desire in that restraint. But it was more extreme, and having the primal urge to be set free, even when you can't do it yourself. You are giving yourself over to someone else.

"That's hot, Ry," I said deeply while taking a break from sucking on him.

"You really think so?" Ralph asked.

"I do. I think I get that part," I replied quickly.

I quickly took Ralph into my mouth again. I ran my tongue all over his cock. I tasted him. I felt how hard this video was making him. I loved it. I felt so much heat in his crotch from his longing.

I bobbed my head and heard the top in the porn start yelling insults again.

"You can't fuck this good, can you?" The top barked. "You can't make your man cum with your cock, can you? You need a real bull to fuck him, don't you?"

I was not sure what "bull"meant. I had seen a lot of stuff over the years but I never got hooked on one type, or porn for that matter. I just liked hairy bodies and cocks. Regardless of my experience, it was making my Ralphie wet. I could taste him oozing in my mouth and all I wanted was for him to feel good.

Even with my primal side taking over, I didn't understand the insults. Ralph could fuck me so good. It actually hurt a little that he felt like he couldn't. Or maybe it wasn't that at all. Maybe he just needed this newly developing thing to be witnessed like he said. Either way, I wanted my Paddy Bear to feel amazing. So I was going to make him feel just that.

I kept bobbing and before long, in fact probably one minute later, Ralph tensed up and grabbed the back of my head. I felt my cheek press against the leather couch because I had turned to let his belly smash against my face. It was warm from his beautiful balls. I moaned and then gagged. His load was explosive in my mouth. This video set something wild off in Ralph. He moaned and writhed and twitched.

Six pulses later, I felt drunk off his juice. I was lost in his taste and scent.

Ralph was a good fucker. The best in my eyes. But I had noticed he had lacked passion lately. The dopamine started to clear my head. I was connecting dots. His skill was bar-none but retrospect was showing me he was a little checked out.

In this moment, with the video in front of Ralph, I felt he was fully there. He was so loud and I'm sure, if we had close by neighbors, they would have heard his blast off. His ecstatic moaning made me feel so satisfied. I was seeing what his pleasure could really look like. What him letting go could become.

Knowing Ralph had gone so long without this pleasure he was getting right now made me sad. I was determined to give him what he had given me for so long.

I finished taking his cum into my mouth and kissed him. I didn't snowball him but I did let my cum soaked tongue dart over his lips. I loved sharing that with him and his trembling told me he liked it too.

'I need to made Ralph feel good,' I thought. It just clicked in my head to stop overthinking it. I made up my mind to learn more about this thing that made him tick. Even if it was going to take me stretching myself (pun intended).

I was so nervous. It had been a couple weeks since Ralph had brought up what he wanted. I got on Prep and had been stretching my hole out with a training kit. Ralph was big but I wasn't sure what kind of cock I was going to be taking.

I would have waited longer. Ralph hadn't put a timeline on me making him a Cuck. But I wanted to make my Paddy Bear feel good and it was almost his birthday. He was going to be 50. I had just turned 40 a few years back and we liked to do something special for each other's birthdays. Especially the milestones.

I rented us a cabin for the weekend.

We'd usually have a big catered dinner with friends at our penthouse. Then we'd make our way out to the hot tub on our rooftop that overlooked the city. Our friends would bring gifts and we'd protest that they didn't have to just to be polite,

They'd get us cute things and we'd laugh and get cattier with each other as we finished bottle after bottle of wine. We had found our wine snob tribe and we didn't mind the extra calories like the Vodka Soda gays did.

You can't underestimate a good group of gay friends. Especially a group of bears. We stick together. We're a salty but cute Sleuth. We hug and belly rub. Kiss on the cheeks. Some of us fuck around with each other. Some don't. But we try to keep it drama free and show up for each other. Especially as we get older and some of us aren't put together with the same kind of glue, if you will.

This year was going to be different. It was going to be a surprise just for Ralph.

My Ralphie's best friend, Jeremiah, had thrown a little bit of a tantrum when I told him we weren't doing our usual friend thing. He was the one who tended to break the 'no drama rule' but we'd always manage to forgive him. Under all the bitchiness, we could see he had a good heart.

That and I think I knew Jeremiah still loved Ralph. They had dated in their 20's. I used to tease that they were both twinks back then even though none of us had ever been anything but big girls at heart.

Jeremiah always bought Ralph too nice of gifts. I used to get a little nervous about it but Ralph always put my mind at ease.

"Pooh Bear," he'd whisper. "Jerry broke my heart. He might try to get back in here," he said touching his heart "and I might love him as a friend, but that's all it can ever be for me. Friends,"

So I'd overlook the gifts. Even that one year he bought him, well our whole group, a week long cruise to Mexico. He made sure to tell us we'd be going to Beef Dip on our PV stop.

"I mean, Foreskin Shots, is all I need to say. Right Ladies?" He howled after Ralph had opened and read his card.

It did sound fun even though our stop that day had gotten canceled due to weather.

Jeremiah was inconsolable about it but that cruise ended up making us all closer friends. Even though there were a few moments that tested us.

The bonds of gay trauma keep us strong.

There were other groups of Bears on that same cruise. It ended up being one of the few times Ralph and I played around with others.

Our play together only policy was really based around "should something arise," and not having to force anything to happen. We liked it when it was organic.

It was a policy that made things comfortable for us both. No pressure to hunt anything down. We would instead let the prey come to us.

His name was Remy. We met him at our Muster Drill the first evening.

He was a "middle eastern daddy," as Ralph had put it.

We were both into him. He had a lovely beard. He was very manicured with piercing brown eyes and a heavenly belly. A thick happy trail that I could not wait to follow when I first saw him.

It was the day our PV escape had been rained out. We had bought passes to the spa and left our friends to their own devices. Mainly to get away from Jeremiah. He was very upset about not getting to stick his tongue in uncut vodka.

"He just needs to nurse his aching mangina," Ralph quipped.

We both threw off our towels in the steam room. It was curiously empty for the ship still being at sea. There were a couple of older men wandering in and out. They eyed our cocks but none of them said "tractor my beam," to either of us.

"What is it with old straight men and dick?" Ralphie said jokingly.

He was joking but he also was not wrong. The older we had gotten, we found that we got cruised more often than not by 'straight men'. Straights who had never experienced cock. We never played with them. There was something off putting about their wedding rings. At least for us. Jeremiah would have gotten a facial any day of the week from any of them.

When Remy walked into the steam room that day, Ralph and I made eye contact. Ralph looked down and saw I was getting hard. He stroked me playfully in the big cloud of steam. I threw my towel over my cock when Remy met our eyes. I tried to blame it on the heat and being cruised but it really was how perfectly bearish Remy was.