My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 17

Everyone in this story is 18+.

My boyfriend’s dick was buried deep in my ass. “Get up,” he commanded.

“Yes, Ryan,” I replied. From my straddled position, I raised myself up and off him, moaning softly as his dick slipped out.

Once I was off him, Ryan stood up and dropped his shorts to the ground. He walked across the room, then stooped down and began sifting through our video games. “What should we play next?” he asked.

“Play?” I repeated back to him. “Weren’t we about to fuck?”

He was squatting down, fully naked. He turned to look at me over his shoulder, and I caught a glimpse of a smile on his lips. “We’re gonna make a day of it. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but I thought that meant you’d be fucking me until the sun went down,” I half-joked.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he replied. “That’s still the plan. But wouldn’t it be more fun if we made a game of it? Like old times?”

My dick twitched in its cage. ‘Old times’ referred to exactly what got me into this situation. A fun little bet that ended with me caged and Ryan the owner of my dick. “O-okay,” I stuttered. I knew I’d be locked for the rest of the month; that was a given. How much worse could it get?

Ryan comforted me. “Aw, don’t be nervous, James. I’ll even let you pick the game! Come on, take a look with me.” He waved me over, and so I begrudgingly got up off the couch and joined him.

“What are the stakes?” I asked as we looked through our catalogue.

“Hmmm… how about this? If you win, I get to fuck you for five minutes,” Ryan said. “If I win-”

“Wait wait wait,” I interjected. “What? If I win, you get to fuck me? What kind of a deal is that?”

Ryan smirked. “Easy, James. You didn’t let me finish. If I win, I get to fuck you for five minutes and write something on your body. Then we rinse and repeat until I cum inside you.”

My jaw dropped. I stopped sifting through games to look him in the eyes. “Write something? Like what?”

“Whatever I want.”

“Where?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Wherever I want.”

Fuck. I could feel my dick bulging against the inside of the cage. I wanted to be fucked so badly, but I wasn’t sure if the potential consequences were worth the risk. “What if I refuse?” I asked.

“That’s fine,” he said bluntly. “I’ll just go jack off, then. And you’ll still be locked, horny, and wishing you were being fucked.”

Damn. He had me. Being denied for so long was tough enough, but at least getting railed by Ryan gave me some sort of release to look forward to. If he took that away, even for a day… I hated to think about it. “Deal.” I found myself saying.

My boyfriend smiled. “Good. Now pick a game for us, slut.” He slapped my ass, then stood up and walked over to his desk.

I tilted my head, confused for a moment, but then quickly understood once he pulled open a drawer and fetched a permanent marker. The reality of what I’d just agreed to hit me. There was no way I wasn’t going to end up with my boyfriend’s writing all over me. I could only hope to minimize the damage. I turned my attention back to the games before me. Only one stood out. It was a classic, the only one I felt like I had a shot at winning. And so the two of us sat on the couch, thighs touching, as we kicked off our little game.

It was a simple 2D fighting game. For a few intense minutes, the only sounds that could be heard were those of controllers clacking. Buttons mashed. Joysticks flicked left and right. Combos were executed. And only one of us was left standing.

“I won!” I shouted. I jumped up with joy, distracted by the victory enough to momentarily forget the prize.

“Congrats!” Ryan said. “That was a tough fight. I nearly had you, too.”

“I know!”

“So,” he continued, “how do you want to get fucked?”

My celebration was short-lived. Oh, I wanted to get fucked, don’t get me wrong. But to have that as a prize for beating him in a contest? That was downright humiliating. “Ummm… Can I ride you on the couch?” I asked. “With lube?” I quickly threw in.

I was met with another smile. “Of course,” he said. He was butt-naked, and still hard from earlier.

I ran over and grabbed the bottle, thankful that we’d be using more than just his spit this time. A moment later, I was hovering over his giant, wet cock. I’d decided to try something different this time, so I was facing away from him. I glanced over my shoulder. “Ready?” I asked.

“Ready.”

I slowly lowered myself down, reaching a hand behind and guiding my boyfriend’s dick toward my hole. “Ah,” I softly gasped. The head popped in easily. I inhaled sharply, then let out a long exhale before continuing. “Fuuuck, babe. I can never get over how big you are.”

I heard him chuckle behind me. His hands went to my hips, and slowly but surely I continued until his full length was inside me. He hummed with satisfaction, then reached to the side and grabbed his phone. “Okay,” he said. “Five minutes on the clock. Let’s see what you’ve got, James.”

I had no time to ease into it. I bit my lower lip and raised my hips, then slammed back down on his dick. Then I lifted up and rammed back down again. And again. My hands were on my knees, my thighs burning from the effort.

“Holy fuck, babe,” he said. He began to moan, squeezing harder on my hips, pushing me back and forth along his dick while I rode.

Ryan’s cock rammed deep inside me relentlessly, of my own volition, and I was enjoying every second of it. Every inch of it. Taking my boyfriend’s dick simply felt incredible. It was so big, so fat, and I wanted nothing more than to drain him then and there. Empty his balls and feel his cock squirt inside me. I wanted him to fill me with his load. I wanted-

RING

“Time’s up!” Ryan exclaimed.

“Already?” I pouted.

“Yes, already.” He pushed me forward, sending a shiver through me as his dick fell out of my now stretched hole. “Now come on and get ready for round two. I may have lost once, but it won’t happen again. And I already know what I’m gonna write on you when I win.”