Silent Cuckold's Desire

Malcy and Pete are an elderly gay couple who have been together for 20 years, 17 of which were spent as a married couple. They are still very happy together and very much in love, but their sex life is nonexistent. This is partially because Malcy suffers from Erectile Dysfunction and also has difficulty in exciting Pete sufficiently. Malcy suggests that Pete seek, using Grindr, a younger, virile male to help him have good sex again. Malcy would approve of this arrangement so long as it was purely for sex only and that he could watch any sex acts between them. Jointly, they set up a profile for Pete to find someone. Malcy, whilst involved in helping to select the ‘extra’ man, will play no part in the sex. He will, though, with both parties' permission, watch as a cuckold and will be placed in chastity to avoid being tempted to participate. Pete prefers plain sex. Malcy is much kinkier and wishes Pete would too. It has been some weeks since they found anyone suitable and are getting frustrated.

**The Profile** Malcy scrolled through Grindr, his fingers tapping impatiently against the screen. Beside him, Pete shifted on the couch, his knee bouncing with restless energy. “Still nothing?” Pete asked, voice tight. “Patience,” Malcy murmured, though his own frustration simmered just beneath the surface. Weeks of searching, of filtering out the flaky, the flippant, the ones who balked at the idea of an audience. He adjusted the profile again—*Older couple seeks hung, experienced third. Strictly NSA. Must be comfortable being watched.* The photo was Pete’s, shirtless, his thick chest and silvered chest hair on display. Malcy had insisted on it. Pete sighed. “Maybe we’re asking too much.” Malcy’s grip tightened on the phone. “No. We’ll find him.” He glanced at Pete, at the tension coiled in his shoulders. “You need this. *We* need this.” A notification chimed. A new message. Malcy’s pulse jumped as he opened it—*25, 8in, into voyeur play. Free tonight.* Pete leaned in, breath hitching. Malcy smirked. “Told you.”

He looks hot! And he's free. We should invite him over says Malcy. Okay let's get set up says Pete This time we're going to start properly and not take your humiliation and degrading to chance. Strip naked says Pete. Let's get your chastity cage on and you tied up before he comes over.

Malcy’s breath caught as Pete stood, his gaze darkening with command. “You heard me,” Pete said, voice low. “Strip.” Fingers trembling with anticipation, Malcy peeled off his clothes, letting them pool at his feet. The air was cool against his bare skin, but the heat of Pete’s stare burned hotter. Pete fetched the chastity cage from the bedside drawer—sleek steel, unforgiving. He knelt, snapping it around Malcy’s limp cock with practiced ease. The click of the lock sent a shiver through Malcy’s body. “Now the ropes,” Pete murmured, pulling out thick coils from the dresser. He guided Malcy to the armchair by the window—the perfect vantage point. Malcy’s wrists were bound tight to the arms, his ankles secured to the legs. Pete stepped back, admiring his work. “There. No squirming out of your place this time.” A knock at the door. Pete smirked, adjusting his own shirt. “Let’s see if he lives up to that profile.” Malcy’s pulse hammered as Pete walked to the door, his cock straining uselessly against the cage.

Tyler is everything his profile claimed and more! He's dressed sexily in tight shorts and T reflecting the hot humid night. He is very confident and commanding.

Tyler stepped inside, his muscled frame filling the doorway. The tight shorts clung to his thick thighs, the damp fabric of his T-shirt stretched taut over his chest. He smelled like sweat and cologne—heady and primal. “Damn,” he said, eyes flicking from Malcy’s bound form to Pete. “You weren’t kidding.” His grin was sharp, predatory. Pete closed the door behind him. “Told you he’d behave.” Tyler prowled forward, bypassing Malcy’s chair entirely. He grabbed Pete by the back of the neck, pulling him into a rough kiss. Their mouths crashed together, Tyler’s tongue forcing its way past Pete’s lips as his hands roamed down Pete’s chest. Malcy’s breath hitched, his cock twitching uselessly in its cage. Tyler broke the kiss, panting. “Rules?” Pete smirked. “He watches. Doesn’t come unless we say.” Tyler chuckled, stripping off his shirt and tossing it aside. His shorts followed, his thick cock already hard and flushed against his stomach. “Good.” He shoved Pete backward onto the bed, climbing over him. “Let’s give him a show.” Malcy’s stomach tightened as Tyler pinned Pete down, grinding against him. Pete’s hands tangled in Tyler’s hair, pulling him into another bruising kiss while Tyler’s fingers worked open Pete’s pants. The wet sound of their mouths moving together filled the room, punctuated by Pete’s low groan as Tyler’s hand closed around his cock. Malcy could only watch, straining against his ropes, as Tyler stroked Pete slowly—deliberately—right in front of him. Tyler glanced over his shoulder, catching Malcy’s gaze. “Eyes open, sweetheart.” He spat into his palm, slicking Pete’s length before dragging his fist down again. “This is all you get tonight.” Pete arched beneath him, biting back a moan. “Fuck—” Malcy’s pulse hammered. It was going to be a long, torturous night.

Malcy was ecstatic, this was exactly what he wanted for his husband. For Pete to experience what he couldnt give him. Malcy was at his happiest restrained, being humiliated and degraded. He got off on that. He wondered if Pete had left out the Sharpies for Tyler to use later? Smirk

Malcy’s thighs trembled against the ropes as he watched Tyler’s rough hands work Pete open—two fingers buried inside him while Pete writhed on the bed, his cock slick and neglected. The sight alone made Malcy’s caged dick ache, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Tyler leaned down, biting Pete’s earlobe hard enough to make him hiss. “You like being stretched for me, don’t you?” His fingers crooked, dragging another choked moan from Pete’s throat. “Bet your little cuck’s loving this.” Malcy whimpered, his hips jerking uselessly against the chair. The sharp sting of the ropes only made it hotter—helpless, forced to watch as Tyler took Pete apart. Pete’s head tipped back, sweat glistening on his throat. “Fuck—*yes*—” Tyler chuckled, twisting his fingers deeper. “Good.” He pulled out abruptly, leaving Pete gasping, and reached for the nightstand drawer. Malcy’s pulse spiked when Tyler pulled out the Sharpies—just like Pete had promised. Tyler tossed them onto the bed beside Pete’s hip, his grin feral. “Gonna mark him up nice for you, sweetheart.” He grabbed Pete’s thighs, flipping him onto his stomach. “Make sure you remember who fucked him better.” Malcy’s mouth watered as Tyler uncapped a marker, dragging the tip down Pete’s spine in a thick, black line. Pete shuddered, his ass still wet and twitching from Tyler’s fingers. “Look at that,” Tyler taunted, glancing at Malcy as he scrawled *SLUT* across Pete’s lower back. “Your husband’s my canvas now.” Malcy moaned, his cock straining against steel. *Perfect.*

Malcy loved his husband being treated that way. Being abused by this gorgeous stud. He was jealous of his body marking. He loved being humiliated that way too,

Tyler’s grip tightened on Pete’s hip as he dragged the Sharpie lower, the black ink stark against Pete’s flushed skin. *USED* bloomed across his ass cheek, the letters bold and jagged. Malcy’s breath hitched—he wanted that. Wanted Tyler’s hands on him, his marks branding Malcy’s skin just like Pete’s. Pete groaned into the mattress, his fingers twisting in the sheets as Tyler scrawled *FUCKTOY* beneath the first word. “Jealous, sweetheart?” Tyler smirked, glancing at Malcy’s bound form. His free hand slid between Pete’s thighs, fingers pressing against his slick hole again. “Bet you’re dying to have my name on you too.” Malcy whimpered, nodding frantically. His thighs trembled, the ropes biting deeper as he strained against them. Tyler chuckled, twisting his fingers inside Pete, making him arch. “Too bad.” He leaned down, licking a stripe up Pete’s spine. “Tonight’s about him.” Pete gasped, his cock dripping onto the sheets. Tyler pulled his fingers free with a wet sound and grabbed the lube, slicking himself in long, lazy strokes. Malcy’s mouth went dry watching Tyler’s thick cock glisten—knowing Pete was about to take every inch. Tyler lined up, pressing the head against Pete’s stretched hole. “Watch close, cuck.” He shoved in hard, burying himself to the hilt. Pete’s cry was muffled by the mattress, his back bowing as Tyler bottomed out. Malcy moaned, his caged cock throbbing. Tyler’s hips snapped forward, his grip bruising on Pete’s marked skin. “This what you wanted?” he growled, fucking Pete in deep, relentless strokes. “Your husband stuffed full of me?” Malcy could only nod, his vision blurring with desperate tears. *Perfect.*

Oh yes! Thought Malcy that looks amazing. I can never satisfy Pete in that way. I hope he's not a premature ejaculator and lasts all night! I bet he has loads of cum for my husband

Tyler’s thrusts grew rougher, his hips slamming into Pete’s ass with a wet, rhythmic slap. Pete’s fingers clawed at the sheets, his moans muffled but unmistakable—pleasure coiled tight, barely restrained. Malcy’s breath came in shallow gasps, his caged cock twitching with every brutal snap of Tyler’s hips. *God, look at him.* Tyler wasn’t just fucking Pete—he was *owning* him, stretching him wide, filling him deeper than Malcy ever could. “Fuck—*fuck*—” Pete’s voice cracked as Tyler angled deeper, hitting that spot that made his thighs shake. Tyler grinned, sweat dripping down his temple. “Gonna last all night, sweetheart.” He leaned over Pete’s back, his breath hot against his ear. “Gonna pump you so full of cum, your cuck’ll taste it for days.” Malcy whimpered, his mouth watering at the thought. Pete *dripping* with Tyler’s load, his hole still gaping from the stretch of that thick cock. Tyler’s pace didn’t falter—if anything, he fucked harder, his balls slapping against Pete’s thighs. “Bet you’ve never been stuffed like this, huh?” Pete could only moan, his body rocking with each thrust. Malcy’s chest tightened. *No. Never like this.* Tyler was everything he wasn’t—stronger, rougher, *hungrier*. And Pete—*fuck*—Pete was taking it like he was made for it. Tyler’s grip tightened on Pete’s hips, his rhythm turning jagged. “Gonna breed you,” he growled. “Make sure your husband *knows* who you belong to.” Malcy’s pulse roared in his ears. *Yes. Please.* Pete’s back arched, his cry sharp as Tyler slammed home one last time—filling him deep.

Oh that is so hot to watch thought Malcy. What will they do to me when they're finished? His mind worked overtime. Make me clean them up? Spank my ass for the naughty thoughts? Oh!

Tyler pulled out slowly, Pete’s hole clenching around nothing, slick and gaping. A thick strand of cum dripped down his thigh as Tyler turned his gaze to Malcy, still bound and trembling. “Look at him,” Tyler murmured, dragging his thumb through the mess on Pete’s skin before pressing it against Malcy’s lips. “Taste what you can’t give him.” Malcy whimpered, tongue darting out to lick the bitter-salt from Tyler’s finger. His cock ached in its cage, desperate for even the barest touch. Pete rolled onto his back, breathless and flushed, his spent cock twitching against his stomach. “Fuck, Tyler,” he panted, then smirked at Malcy. “Bet you loved every second of that.” Tyler grabbed Malcy’s hair, yanking his head back. “Now it’s your turn, cuck.” He traced the outline of Malcy’s caged cock with a single fingertip, making him jerk. “Gonna make you *earn* that mess.” Malcy’s pulse spiked. *Oh god.* Pete sat up, lazily stroking himself back to half-hardness. “Think he can take a spanking after all that teasing?” Tyler’s grin was sharp. “Oh, he’s gonna take more than that.” Malcy’s breath hitched as Tyler unbuckled the belt from his jeans, folding it in half with a snap. *Fuck.* Pete’s fingers dug into Malcy’s ass cheeks, spreading him wide. “Better beg pretty,” he murmured. “Or we’ll make it worse.” The first crack of leather sent fire across Malcy’s skin—his cry muffled by the gag still pressing against his teeth. Tyler leaned in, breath hot on his ear. “And that’s just the start.”

Oh! "Could I have a go at that?" said Pete. I've only ever used my hand on my husband's bottom. I'd love to turn it crimson.

Pete’s fingers tightened around the belt, his grin widening as he tested the weight of it in his hand. “Oh, I *like* this,” he murmured, running the leather teasingly over Malcy’s already stinging ass. Tyler chuckled, stepping back to give him room. “Show him how it’s done, baby.” Malcy shuddered, his thighs pressing together—not that it mattered, not with Pete’s grip keeping him spread. The anticipation burned hotter than the first strike. Pete swung without warning. The belt landed with a sharp *crack*, painting a fresh stripe of fire across Malcy’s skin. He jerked against the restraints, a muffled cry tearing from his throat. “Fuck, look at him,” Pete breathed, dragging the belt slowly down the curve of Malcy’s ass. “Already so red.” He brought it down again, harder this time, watching the way Malcy’s muscles clenched. Tyler’s hand slid between Pete’s thighs, palming his half-hard cock. “You’re a natural.” Pete moaned, hips rocking into Tyler’s touch as he delivered another stinging blow. “Wanted to do this for *years*,” he admitted, breath hitching. “Watch him squirm.” Malcy’s skin burned, every nerve alight—each strike sending jolts of pain and pleasure twisting together. Pete leaned in, lips brushing Malcy’s ear. “Gonna make sure you can’t sit tomorrow,” he promised, before the belt came down again—*harder*. Malcy’s vision blurred. *God, yes.* Tyler’s laugh was dark. “Think he can take ten more?” Pete’s fingers dug into Malcy’s hips. “Let’s find out.”

Even though he was clearly hurting his husband, Pete was really surprised at how much he was enjoying this. He was very grateful for Tyler allowing him to do it and wondering how he could thank him. Malcy’s bottom was getting redder and redder and there was no sign of Pete stopping any time soon!

Pete’s wrist ached from the force of each swing, but the sight of Malcy’s ass darkening to a deep, throbbing crimson sent a rush of heat straight to his cock. He hadn’t expected this—hadn’t known how fucking *good* it would feel to watch his husband jerk and whimper under his belt. Tyler’s hand slid up Pete’s back, possessive. “You’re fucking *beautiful* like this,” he growled, fingers tightening in Pete’s hair. “Taking him apart.” Pete moaned, hips rolling back against Tyler’s thigh. “Fuck—*thank you*,” he gasped between strikes, the leather landing with a sharp *thwack*. “Didn’t know—*god*—how much I needed this.” Malcy’s breath came in ragged bursts, his thighs trembling, his caged cock dripping uselessly against the restraints. Every strike sent fresh waves of fire through him, pain and pleasure blurring until he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. Pete paused, panting, running a reverent hand over the heated skin. “Look at him,” he murmured, thumb pressing into a particularly dark welt. “So fucking *ruined*.” Tyler’s teeth grazed Pete’s neck. “Want to show him how grateful you are?” Pete’s breath hitched. “Yes.” Tyler smirked, guiding Pete’s hand to his own cock. “Then make him watch.” Pete groaned, stroking himself roughly as Malcy whimpered beneath him—helpless, aching, *his*. The belt hit the floor. Pete wasn’t done with him yet.

Malcy was sobbing heavily now, his ass red raw with broad stripes from Tyler's belt. Yet he still craved more,! Pete’s hand quickly brought Tyler's beautiful cock back to its full eight inches before dropping to his knees.

Malcy’s sobs hitched as Pete’s fingers wrapped around Tyler’s thick cock, stroking him back to full hardness. The sight of it—glistening, flushed, *his*—made Malcy’s stomach clench despite the agony radiating from his ass. Pete dropped to his knees without hesitation, tongue dragging a slow, wet stripe up Tyler’s shaft before taking him deep. Tyler groaned, fingers knotting in Pete’s hair, forcing him down until his nose pressed against coarse curls. “Fuck, that’s it,” Tyler growled, hips rolling forward. “Show him how good you suck cock.” Malcy whimpered, watching Pete’s lips stretch obscenely around Tyler’s girth, spit slicking his chin. Every bob of Pete’s head sent fresh heat pooling in Malcy’s gut, his own neglected cock twitching against the restraints. Tyler’s free hand reached down, fingers digging into the raw, welted flesh of Malcy’s ass. He hissed at the contact—sharp, stinging—but arched into it, craving the burn. “Look at him,” Tyler murmured, thrusting deeper into Pete’s throat. “Still fucking *begging* for it.” Pete moaned around him, eyes fluttering shut as Tyler fucked his mouth in rough, shallow strokes. The wet sounds filled the room, mingling with Malcy’s ragged breaths and the creak of leather restraints. Tyler’s grip tightened in Pete’s hair, pulling him off with a filthy *pop*. “Turn around,” he ordered, voice rough. “Let him taste you.” Pete obeyed instantly, bracing himself against the bed as Tyler guided his hips back, lining him up with Malcy’s swollen, parted lips. Malcy didn’t hesitate—he leaned forward, tongue lapping at Pete’s dripping slit, savoring the salt of pre-come as Tyler’s cock pressed against his ruined ass. “Good boy,” Tyler purred, pushing in.

Oh my God malcy cried. Confused by the pain at his bottom and the pleasure his husband was delivering to his mouth. The taste of Tyler's hard cock still very much present. Pete felt tyler open up his asshole again and slip in. Yes! He wanted this so much,

Malcy’s tears streaked down his cheeks, his mouth stretched wide around Pete’s cock while Tyler’s thick fingers worked him open again, pressing deep into his sore, throbbing hole. The conflicting sensations—Pete’s salty pre-come on his tongue, Tyler’s relentless stretch—left him trembling, overwhelmed. Pete groaned, hips jerking forward as Malcy’s lips tightened around him. “Fuck, *yes*,” he hissed, fingers tangling in Malcy’s hair. “Take it, baby. Just like that.” Tyler’s fingers curled inside him, rubbing deliberately against his prostate, and Malcy whimpered, his cock twitching uselessly in its cage. The pleasure was sharp, electric, cutting through the haze of pain still radiating from his welted ass. Then Tyler’s fingers were gone, replaced by the blunt pressure of his cock pressing against Malcy’s entrance. “You ready?” Tyler murmured, voice dark with promise. Malcy nodded frantically around Pete’s shaft, his throat vibrating with a desperate moan. Tyler didn’t wait—he pushed in with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Malcy screamed, the sound muffled by Pete’s cock as Tyler’s hips snapped forward, setting a punishing pace. Pete’s breath came in ragged gasps, his thighs trembling as Malcy’s tongue swirled around him. “God, *fuck*,” he choked out, watching Tyler’s cock disappear into Malcy’s reddened ass with every thrust. “You feel that, baby? Taking us both?” Malcy could only moan, tears spilling freely as Tyler’s cock pistoned into him, each stroke dragging against his swollen prostate. The pleasure was unbearable, his body strung tight between agony and ecstasy, his mouth and ass both stuffed full. Tyler’s hand gripped Malcy’s hip, fingers digging into bruised flesh as he fucked him harder. “Gonna make you come just like this,” he growled. “Caged and wrecked and *ours*.” Malcy sobbed, his entire body alight, teetering on the edge.

Malcy could not believe he was about to cum without even touching his cock. Pete felt he gone to heaven sandwiched between the two hot sweaty bodies. Neither wanted this night to end. Yet it must.

Malcy’s body convulsed as the pleasure crested, his caged cock twitching uselessly as Tyler’s relentless thrusts pushed him toward the edge. His mouth tightened around Pete’s shaft, sucking instinctively as his ass clenched around Tyler’s cock—every nerve alight, every sensation magnified. Pete groaned, hips stuttering as Malcy’s tongue worked him closer to release. “Fuck, *fuck*—” His fingers twisted in Malcy’s hair, holding him steady as Tyler’s pace turned brutal, the slap of skin echoing through the room. Tyler’s breath came in ragged bursts, his grip bruising as he drove into Malcy’s trembling body. “That’s it,” he snarled, grinding deep. “Take it, *take it*—” Malcy’s vision whited out as his orgasm ripped through him, his scream muffled by Pete’s cock. His body locked up, shuddering violently as pleasure crashed over him in waves—untouched, unrestrained, *ruined*. Pete came with a choked cry, spurting hot and thick down Malcy’s throat. He gulped greedily, tears streaking his flushed cheeks as Tyler’s thrusts turned erratic, his cock pulsing inside him moments later. For a heartbeat, the room was nothing but panting breaths and the slick sound of Tyler’s softening cock sliding free. Pete collapsed onto the bed, pulling Malcy against his sweat-slick chest. Tyler smirked, running a possessive hand down Malcy’s trembling spine. “Not bad,” he murmured. “But we’re just getting started.”

How many more times can Tyler cum thought Malcy. He's such a stud. Pete was exhausted and was soon snoring gently beside them. Despite the ropes malcy managed to manoeuvre his body so his ass was available to tyler. He wanted it rimmed then ruined by that eight incher

Tyler’s smirk widened as he watched Malcy shift his bound body, presenting his reddened, well-used ass with deliberate need. The ropes bit into his wrists, but the discomfort was nothing compared to the hunger twisting in his gut. “Still hungry, huh?” Tyler dragged a thumb over Malcy’s swollen rim, slick with sweat and spend. “Greedy fucking hole.” Malcy whimpered, pushing back against the teasing touch. “Please—” Tyler didn’t make him beg twice. He leaned down, tongue laving a hot stripe over Malcy’s twitching entrance, savoring the salt and musk. Malcy shuddered, his caged cock dripping against the sheets as Tyler’s tongue worked him open—slow, filthy, *relentless*. Pete’s soft snores filled the room, but Malcy barely heard them, too lost in the wet heat of Tyler’s mouth. Then—too soon—Tyler pulled away, replacing his tongue with the thick head of his cock. Malcy gasped as Tyler pushed in, the stretch still dizzying even after being fucked raw. Tyler’s grip on his hips was ironclad, his thrusts deep and measured, each one dragging a broken moan from Malcy’s throat. “How many times?” Tyler growled, hips snapping forward. “As many as I fucking want.” Malcy could only nod, his body alight, ready to be ruined all over again.

Tyler filled Malcy's hole for what felt like hours. He screamed in ecstacy before tyler came yet again filling his hole. Soon Malcy too succumbed to sleep and Tyler left the two old men snoring spooning side by side both with his spunk dribbling from their respective asses. He had a feeling he'd be hearing from them again soon though.

Tyler’s hips pistoned into Malcy’s wrecked hole, each thrust a brutal claim. Malcy’s screams dissolved into hoarse whimpers, his body limp and pliant beneath Tyler’s relentless pace. The bed creaked, ropes straining as Tyler drove deeper, chasing his own release with single-minded hunger. “Fuck—*yes*—” Tyler’s voice was raw, his fingers digging bruises into Malcy’s hips as he bottomed out one last time. Heat pulsed inside Malcy, thick and wet, Tyler’s cum spilling past his stretched rim. Malcy shuddered, oversensitive and spent, his caged cock twitching pathetically against his stomach. Tyler pulled out with a slick sound, watching his spend drip from Malcy’s gaping hole. Exhaustion dragged Malcy under, his eyelids heavy as Tyler untied his wrists with rough efficiency. Pete mumbled in his sleep, rolling onto his side, his own ass still glistening with Tyler’s earlier load. Tyler smirked, wiping his cock on the sheets before dressing. He paused at the door, glancing back at the two older men tangled together, his cum leaking between them. “Next time,” he murmured, “I’ll bring friends.” The door clicked shut behind him, leaving only the scent of sweat and sex—and the promise of more.