Locked for Life 35 - Wedding Reception 3

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Bobby rolled on top of me, straddling me, then leaned in for a kiss. The two of us were so fucking horny. Picture it: two locked boys at a wedding, used by superior cock then left to our own devices. We went wild.

I bucked my hips uselessly, my cage preventing any sort of erection, let alone penetration. It rubbed against Bobby’s loose hole, unable to enter and unable to feel any sort of pleasure from it. It was a futile effort. The move shocked even myself, given that I’d been without access to my dick for over a year. Fourteen months, to be precise. Fourteen months without being allowed out of the cage, and I still had the muscle memory to try and fuck a guy in the ass. I smiled, savoring how pathetic I felt.

Bobby pinned me to the ground, grabbing me by the wrists and locking my arms in place above my head. Despite his submissive streak with Eric, it seemed Bobby had a bit of a dominant side. I moaned as he stuck his tongue in my mouth, struggling against his arms and loving every second of it. His position gave him leverage, making it impossible for me to resist. Not that I really wanted to, anyway.

He pulled away panting, with a hungry look in his eyes. “I’m so fucking horny, Grant.”

“Me too,” I whispered back.

“This stupid cage is driving me crazy; I don’t know how you do it.” He glanced down and I followed his gaze, our eyes landing on his insanely hard, caged dick. It leaked like a faucet, forming a pool of precum on my stomach.

I smiled weakly. Out of sight, my own dick was similarly hard and leaky. “You get used to it,” I said. My arms were still stretched above my head, still held firmly by Bobby’s grip.

“Maybe you can, but not me.” He let go with one hand, grabbing at his cage. “I can’t get this thing off, but maybe I can still cum.” Then his eyes shot back to me, hungry and wild. “And you’re gonna help me,” he added.

“What do you me-”

In a flash, Bobby climbed forward until his balls were resting on my face. “Lick them,” he ordered.

I had no choice but to obey. Ever since we started fooling around with Bobby and Eric, I was always curious how the four of us ranked. It was clear to me now that I was at the bottom of the pyramid. Even sweet Bobby outranked me. I stuck my tongue out and licked his caged balls, giving in to my true self.

“Fuuuck,” Bobby groaned. His hand was still on his cage, except now he was furiously shaking it. It appeared he was trying to jerk himself off through his cock’s prison, jostling it around with little success. “Damn it, I need to cum,” he said to himself. “Keep licking, slut!”

I’d never seen him like this before. I redoubled my efforts, straining my neck to lick and lap at his swollen balls.

“Yesss, that’s it,” he grunted. It was unbelievable. Bobby jerked his caged dick, tugging at it with all his might, all the while shoving his balls in my face. “This is working,” he muttered. “It’s gonna happen. I can feel it. Fuck, Grant, don’t stop. Oh my god, it’s working! I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum!”

With that, his trapped and swollen cock exploded inside the cage. Thick, syrupy streams of cum poured out of the head, oozing like a chocolate fountain onto my face. See, real men got to shoot their loads whenever and however they wanted. Locked boys like Bobby and me, we rarely got to cum at all. When we did, it was usually like this: a slow and steady spout, dribbling out a pathetic load.

“FuuuUuuuUUuuuuck,” he moaned, still jerking himself. His voice was desperate; it sounded like his orgasm was far less pleasurable than a true, uncaged one would have been. It sated his hunger, but didn’t fully satisfy him.

By the time he finished using me, his cum coated my face. I licked my lips greedily, savoring the taste of my friend. If my husband had taught me anything since locking my cock, it was that no cum should go to waste.

“Holy shit, Bobby,” I breathed after he finally climbed off of me. My arms were released from his grip. I used them to prop myself up, twisting my torso to face him. He sat back across from me, breathing heavily, with a big smile on his face and some cum clinging to the outside of his cage.

“Sorry,” he said with a chuckle.

“Sorry?!” I exclaimed. “Bobby, do you know how hot that was for me? Look at my dick!” He glanced down to see what I was talking about: my dick was pushing against the inner walls of my cock cage, completely filling its interior, with skin protruding from each and every orifice.

His eyes widened. “I didn’t realize you enjoyed that as much as I did.”

I nodded. “I’d try the same, but I don’t think Jason would be happy to know I came without his permission.”

“Fuck, you’re right,” Bobby replied. “I bet Eric’s gonna punish me big time for this. Think we could keep this a secret?”

“Keep what a secret?” With the worst possible timing, Jason appeared from the hidden trail. He caught both of us off guard, causing us to jump with surprise and cover our naked bodies as best we could.

“Jason! We- we were just-” 

“Oh I know what you two have been up to. I’ve been watching for quite a while now. Bobby, that was quite the show you put on.”

“Thanks,” he said timidly. “Um… do you think you can keep this from Eric?”

My husband grinned. “I’ve got good news and bad news for you, Bobby. Well, more like a mix of both. See, Eric gave me the key to your cage; he said I could give you permission to cum.” He pulled a hand out of his pocket, revealing a flash of silver. “Unfortunately, you had your orgasm before I could share that news, which means you’re stuck in that cage now.” He shrugged, then stuffed the key back into his pocket. “Oh well. I bet it would’ve been fun. I guess it’s good to know you don’t need to be unlocked to cum anymore. I’ll let Eric know.”

“No! Please, Jason,” he begged.

My husband turned to me. “What do you think?”

“I enjoyed being used by him,” I said softly. “I think… I think he should be rewarded.”

Jason smirked. “It’s your lucky break, Bobby.” My husband pulled the key out once more. This time, he tossed it directly to our friend.

Bobby caught it, looking bewildered that he was being given the key. “What’s this for?” he asked nervously.

“I want you to unlock yourself, sit back, and watch how a real man dominates a submissive slut. If you’re hard by the end, maybe I’ll let you have sloppy seconds. Or thirds. Or fourths… or however many loads my whore husband will have inside him by the time I’m finished with him.” Then Jason unzipped his pants and dropped them to the grass.