My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 16

Everyone in this story is 18+.

October 11th. The second Saturday of Locktober rolled around, and today it was simply another lazy day of gaming. We’d since dropped the kinky competitions that led to my current predicament, and were now playing through our long backlog of coop games. It was fun, and a good way to take our minds off school for a bit. But even with the games, nothing was enough to distract me from a much bigger stressor.

My dick.

I’d been caged, pent up, and without release for eleven days now. I was pretty sure that was a new record, though everything sort of blended together when I was wearing the cage.

Anyway, I found that my mind was constantly drifting back to my denied dick. I was straining in my cage at the moment, though you’d never be able to tell from a simple glance. That was yet another embarrassing feature of being a locked boy; even erections were out of reach for me. After I died for the third time in a row on an otherwise easy stage, Ryan seemed to notice something was up.

“What’s wrong, James?” he asked.

“Nothing. It’s just… I’m horny,” I confessed.

His face lit up, a smile creeping in from the corners of his mouth. “Is that so?” He leaned forward and placed his controller on the ground. “How long has it been?” he asked, leaning back on the couch.

I glared back at him. “Don’t play dumb. You know how long it’s been.”

His tongue stuck out between his teeth as if he were subtly teasing me. “What?” he asked, feigning innocence.

I rolled my eyes, but put my controller down beside me before scooting closer to him. “Eleven days,” I told him. “Eleven days without release, with my dick trapped in a cage thanks to you.” I leaned in closer, eye to eye with my boyfriend.

Ryan bit his lower lip. We were tantalizingly close. “Oh yeah?” he asked. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

This time it was my turn to flash a smile. My hand found its way to his upper thigh, where I slowly began creeping upward. I knew there was no way he’d let me out early - I was horny, not mad - but that’s not what I was after.

“Mmmm,” Ryan hummed softly. “I love it when you get like this.”

“Like what?” I teased. My hand was mere inches from his dick. I closed my eyes and leaned forward, closing the gap between us. Our lips brushed against each other, so soft, so warm. We sat there for a moment, sharing a kiss on the couch, the only noise coming from the idle music of the paused video game playing in the background.

Ryan’s restraint lasted all of thirty seconds. His tongue parted my lips, forcing its way into my mouth. He placed a hand on top of my own, pulling it towards his dick. Before I knew it we were entangled, kissing and touching and feeling, my hand squeezing his growing cock and his hands grabbing my chest.

“Fuck, James,” he breathed as he pulled away. “Take your shirt off.” Ryan lifted the hem of his own shirt up over his head, flipping it inside out in the process, then tossed it aside.

“And here I thought I was the horny one,” I joked. I followed his lead, tugging my shirt off and blindly discarding it, knowing I’d be the one picking up all our clothes later. Then he was all over me again.

Our lips locked once more. He pulled me in, forcing me to swing a leg over and straddle him. Ryan’s hands went right to my ass, where he squeezed and groped from the outside before slipping under my shorts. I moaned, sensitive to his touch and yearning for more.

“Mmm,” I said through our kiss. I pulled away, breathing heavy. “Can you fuck me?” I asked.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Ryan pulled my shorts down, and I half-stood, lifting one leg and then the other to help remove them. Suddenly I was naked, hovering above my boyfriend’s bulge with my legs spread apart.

“What about you?” I asked.

He answered by shoving his own shorts down to his knees, letting his dick spring out and slap me in the ass. Yes, it really was that long.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned. “Do you want me to get the lube?” I moved to get up, but he pushed me back down by the shoulders.

“No,” he said. “I’m too horny to wait.” Instead, he spat directly into his hand, then reached around me and stroked his fat cock.

“Ryan…” I said tentatively.

“What?” he asked with a goofy grin. “It’s not like I haven’t fucked you with my spit before.”

“I know,” I said, desperately thinking of a way to change his mind. “But that was before… well, before we got the lube.” My brain was short-circuiting. Between his cock, on the precipice of entering me, and the pent-up state I was in thanks to the cage, I could hardly form a coherent argument.

“Exactly,” he said. “So let’s reminisce a little, shall we?” His tip was pressed against my hole already, wet with spit and already slipping in. With a forceful shove, he pushed my shoulders down and lifted his hips at the same time.

“Oh FUCK!” I shouted. My hole wasn’t ready for his sheer size. It rarely was, but especially when he forced it in so quickly.

“Come onnnn, James,” he growled. “I know you can handle it.”

He slowly withdrew. Every inch of his cock slid out of me, driving pleasure through me straight down to the core. I shivered when his dick popped out.

“Please, Ryan,” I begged. “The lube.”

He simply shook his head. “Sorry, babe. This feels too good to stop.” For my sake, he spat on his hand once more, lathering himself before ramming into me again.

“Fuuuck,” I moaned. I began to whimper as he pounded my ass again, then again, causing me to squeal as I struggled to take it. But then I finally started to open up.

“There you go,” he said soothingly. “Just relax, James. Relax and take my fat cock.”

My caged dick, nearly forgotten, dribbled a small blot of precum onto my boyfriend’s stomach. He quickly swiped it up. “Can’t let that go to waste,” he said. Then he pulled out and rubbed my own precum on his dick before pushing back into me.

“Oh my god,” I whispered.

“Pathetic, isn’t it? You’re not even allowed to get hard without my permission, yet here I am fucking your own precum into you.”

“Yes,” I responded. My dick ached to be touched, straining at his words. “But at least I can be a hole for you,” I said.

Ryan smirked. “Good slut. You’re learning.”

At that, my heart skipped. “Thank you,” I said. His praise turned me on, but not in the way I was used to. It was like a constant battle was being waged in my mind, fought between the desire to get out of this cage and the yearning to submit.  And lately, the submissive side was winning.

“So,” Ryan carried on, “shall I fuck your brains out now, or do you wanna make a day out of this?”

Thinking only with my dick at this point, the answer was clear. “Let’s make it a day,” I said.