My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 12

Everyone in this story is 18+.

In the middle of the night - or maybe early hours of morning, it was hard to tell - I was awoken by my dick attempting to burst out of its cage. I’d mostly gotten used to being locked, but occasionally a nocturnal erection would rouse me from my sleep and keep me up for hours. Tonight was one of those nights.

I sighed, then rolled over to check my phone. Two in the morning. Just great. Hopefully the erection would fade fast, then I’d be able to fall back asleep. I clicked my phone off and placed it back on my nightstand before pulling up the covers, resigned to my fate.

“James?” A whisper came from across the room. “Are you up?” Ryan said quietly.

“Yeah. Cage woke me up,” I said softly. “Why are you awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he replied. He sat up in bed, though I could only see the faint outline of his silhouette in the dark. “Wait. You said the cage woke you up?”

Here we go. “Yep,” I admitted.

“Wowww… Even in your sleep you’re horny! Gosh, I love keeping you locked. Come here, let me see it.” He flipped on his lamp, and suddenly I was blinded by the light.

“Ah! Gosh, Ryan, give a little warning!”

“Sorry,” he said with a bit of a laugh.

After recovering from the flashbang, I stumbled out of bed, knowing better than to argue with my keyholder. My cock strained against the walls of the cage, trying to break free but held in check as always. That was my life these days. Insatiably horny, with nothing to do but obey my boyfriend.

“Let’s see what we’ve got here,” Ryan said as I approached.

I stood before him fully naked, no undressing necessary. It was the way I slept most days, now that I was officially dating my roommate.

“Fuuuck,” he whispered under his breath. “You really are horny.” He reached out and grabbed me by the balls, tilting my caged dick up toward the light. “Leaking, too,” he added. Ryan shook his head, an evil grin on his face. “You must want out so badly, huh?”

My dick twitched at his comment. I thought about it for a second, then, “I… don’t, actually. No.” My heart was racing. This could be the stupidest move I ever made, or it could be exactly what Ryan wanted. Perhaps both. “I want to serve you instead,” I found myself saying. “I want to worship your cock. I want to suck it. I want to feel it inside me. My dick doesn’t matter anymore.”

It was like the floodgates had opened. I confessed everything I didn’t know I was feeling, and suddenly it all made sense. The denial, the degrading comments… they were everything I wanted. Being horny and serving Ryan gave me far more satisfaction than any single orgasm could. I was sure of it. More sure than I’d ever been. My dick twitched again in response, oozing out another drop of precum.

My boyfriend flipped off the covers, revealing his huge, raging hard-on. His body was perfect: toned and muscular, with a thick bush and a monster cock that tied it all together. He was everything I wasn’t. “I hope you know what you just signed up for,” he said through a smile.

I nodded. “Yes, Ryan.”

“Good.” He reached for his cock and began to stroke it. It drove me wild watching him, seeing how he was able to touch himself however he wanted while I was locked in this cage. His fist went up and down, slowly jerking his full length. Something so simple, yet mesmerizing. It had been ages since I could do the same. I could’ve watched for hours, staring helplessly, but his voice shook me from my trance. “Grab the lube,” he ordered.

I jumped into action, excited by the prospect of getting some sort of release. I doubted I’d get to cum tonight, but getting fucked was its own form of pleasure. I retrieved the bottle from Ryan’s desk, then handed it over. My dick twitched as he squirted out a generous amount and slathered it all over his shaft. His cock glistened while he stroked it, reflecting the light of his lamp.

“Can I sit on it?” I whispered. My hole ached just from looking at it. I needed to be fucked.

“Come on up,” he replied.

I climbed onto Ryan’s bed, facing him as I straddled his body. My ass hovered just above his cock. “Ready?” I asked.

He nodded.

I gasped as the tip touched my hole, then popped in. “Ohhh fuck, Ryan,” I moaned. I steadily lowered myself down, feeling every inch of his massive cock sliding into me.

“Nice and easy, James.” He put his hands on my hips, guiding me down. “Fuuuck, that’s it.” With a little effort I was able to bottom out, feeling his cock deep inside me. He flexed it, making me whimper with pleasure.

I leaned in and kissed him. Just a peck. Then I pulled back and stared into those beautiful eyes.

He smiled before letting out a huge yawn. “Mmmm… Your ass feels so good, babe. But as much as I wanna fuck your brains out right now, I’m also kinda tired. I’m gonna need you to do all the work tonight.” He put his arms behind his head, leaning back on his pillow.

My jaw dropped. “O- okay,” I stuttered.

From there, I began to ride him. Slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed. I found my own rhythm, grinding up and down on my boyfriend’s cock, enjoying the intense, full feeling I got whenever I sat all the way down on it.

My riding rocked the bed and shook the entire frame. It repeatedly banged against the wall, and for a moment I felt bad for our neighbors. Not bad enough to stop, though. It felt so fucking good.

“Holy fuck, James,” Ryan said through another yawn. “Keep it going.”

Gosh, that was hot. Something about his indifference really turned me on. The yawning, the arms behind the head in a relaxed pose while I did all the work… he made me feel like a slut. Like an absolute whore in the best possible way.

I was bouncing on his cock now, lifting my ass and crashing back down over and over and over again. The bed shook and creaked, but that was nothing compared to my moans. I was getting way too loud, especially given the time of night.

My dick was straining in its cage. I wanted to cum so badly. I wanted my boyfriend’s cum so badly. I could barely think of anything else. Just fucking and fucking and fucking until my legs gave out.

Ryan stifled yet another yawn. “Come on, babe. Make me cum so we can get back to sleep.”

His words drove me wild. I kicked it into high gear, riding harder than ever. My hips and thighs were burning from the effort. My ass was hot and wet, the repeated slamming of his cock making me so incredibly horny. My dick was leaking precum onto his bare stomach, drooling more and more as I rode.

I felt Ryan tensing up. This was it. At the same time, I could feel something building inside me. Like I could cum if I kept this up. The feeling was distant, but it was gradually building. Just a few more minutes and I might actually blow my load.

I grinned to myself. This was going to work! I was actually going to cum! “Ryan, I-”

“Oh FUCK!” He suddenly reached down and grabbed me by the waist, then bucked his hips HARD. I felt his cock throbbing inside me, shooting his load deep in my ass. “Fuuuck, James,” he grunted.

“Fuck, Ryan, it feels so good,” I breathed. I whimpered as he emptied his balls in me, feeling immense pleasure from making him cum but wishing he would’ve lasted a bit longer. I was SO close to cumming. So close…

“That was amazing, babe.” He pulled me close and kissed me, at the same time slipping his cock out of my destroyed hole. I shuddered when he left me suddenly empty, gaping from the absence of his big dick.

I laid down beside him, squeezing in on the inside edge of his twin bed and nuzzling up against his chest. My dick was rock-hard - harder than the erection that woke me up in the first place - but I was also strangely content. I made my boyfriend cum, and that’s what mattered.

I smiled to myself, incredibly happy with the way these past few months had gone. Everything was perfect: I had a loving boyfriend with an amazing dick, my grades were up, and I was happier than ever. And if I didn’t get to cum… so be it.