Locked for Life 33 - Wedding Reception 1

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Jason and I were fashionably late to our own wedding reception, as any newly married couple would be. We’d just had sex for the first time as husbands, and I was practically overflowing with joy. My husband - it still felt weird saying that - had pumped his load inside me, and for the first time in 14 months, I finally got to cum. A hands-free, anally-induced, absolutely mind-numbing orgasm. After spending so long caged and denied, that felt almost as calling Jason my husband.

Despite the intense release, I was still pretty turned on. One orgasm after 14 months hardly scratches the surface; I could feel myself getting hornier with every passing second. And knowing my husband, there was definitely more sex to be had.

“Jason! Grant!” I turned my head to see our best friends, Bobby and Eric. “Congratulations, you guys!”

“Thanks!” I called back. I waved the two of them over, and after some big hugs, the four of us got to talking.

“I’m so happy for you two!” Bobby said.

“We need to celebrate!” Eric added. “Well, in addition to the fact that this is your wedding,” he said with a laugh. “Another weekend trip, just the four of us!” He slapped me on the back, causing me to blush. The last time we took a ‘weekend trip,’ it ended with countless of my friends’ loads in my ass. I was walking funny for days, especially with what Eric was packing. That guy was seriously hung.

“I-”

“We’d love that,” Jason responded, cutting in.

My cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. Not even married a day yet, and my husband was already scheming to whore me out to our friends. Even though it was embarrassing to picture it, my dick seemed to be on board with the idea.

“Great!” Eric said. “Maybe we could share again.” He gave a wink to Jason, putting his arm around his boyfriend, Bobby. Bobby’s face flushed, and from his expression I could tell exactly how he felt. I’d been there. More than once.

Those two had an interesting dynamic; Bobby wasn’t permanently locked like I was, but the two liked to mix chastity in with their other kinks. And from what I’d seen, Eric could be pretty dominant in the bedroom.

A sudden voice from the other side of the room caught Jason’s attention. “Just a second!” he shouted back. Then he turned back to the rest of us. “Eric, could I ask you a favor?”

“Sure thing.”

“Do you think you could show my husband a good time tonight?”

Eric’s eyebrows raised.

“You know, take him out back and, well… keep him loose for me? Bobby, you should be part of this too,” Jason added.

Bobby looked from my husband to his boyfriend, eyes wide. “I… might not be much help tonight,” he said softly.

Eric chuckled. “Ah, that’s right. I’ve been keeping Bobby locked more and more these days. Don’t worry, babe, I’ll find a way to keep you involved.” He turned his attention to Jason. “I’ll take good care of our boys.”

Jason clasped his shoulder appreciatively. “Thanks, Eric.” Then he slipped away into the crowd.

“So…” I began. My heart started beating a little faster now that I was left behind. But I didn’t feel nervous. More… excited. My own husband left me to be used by one of our closest friends, and I couldn’t imagine a more fun way to spend my wedding night. At the end of the day, this was who we were.

“Come on,” Eric said. “There’s a garden outside, and I’ve got the perfect plan to use the two of you.”

“Yes, babe,” Bobby said quietly.

“Okay,” I said.

All in agreement, the three of us headed out back.

Eric found a small alcove in the garden, hidden around a blind corner. It was out of sight from the main hall, and a small trail in the back led further into the garden.

“Strip here. Both of you.”

Bobby and I looked at each other. Outdoor sex was risky enough, but to be fully naked out here? That would be impossible to hide if anyone walked in on us.

He crossed his arms and huffed, showing his impatience with us. “Did I say stand there and stare into each other’s eyes? Strip!”

The two of us jumped into action. My tux hit the ground, as did Bobby’s suit. Dress socks, ties, collared shirts… it all came off.

Being spoken to like that was a major turn on for me, and apparently it was for Bobby too. With our clothes gone we could see each other’s locked cocks, and both of us looked about as hard as we could get inside our cages. We stood side by side, naked in the garden, awaiting further instruction. It was slightly breezy out, and the brisk night air bit at our skin, making the risk feel that much more real.

“Cute,” Eric said. “Two locked boys for me to play with.” He stooped down and picked up our clothes, then placed them under a nearby bench. “We’ll come back for those later. Follow me.”

“Wait, what?” Bobby said nervously. He was covering up his crotch with both hands, a hopeless attempt at modesty. “You want us to leave our clothes behind?”

Eric had already started walking down the trail. He paused and turned to find neither of us had begun to follow. “Come on, boys. We don’t have time to waste. I’ve got something important for you two to take care of.” He grabbed his bulge, drawing our attention to the outline of his massive dick. By my best estimate he wasn’t fully hard, and yet his bulge appeared larger than both of our caged dicks. The mental comparison was more than a bit humiliating.

“It’s fine, Bobby,” I said.  “No one’s gonna take them, and we’ll only be gone for a little while. Right, Eric?”

Eric tried to stifle a grin. “Yeah, we’ll be back soon.” But by the tone of his voice, I knew that wasn’t true.

Bobby and I followed him down a small cobbled path, painfully aware of just how naked we were. If we were to be caught now, Eric could easily explain how he ran into us out here, having nothing to do with our nudity. For us, it wouldn’t be so simple. Yet knowing all of that, the thrill only made me more excited for what was to come.

After leading us deeper into the garden, Eric finally came to a stop. “This is far enough,” he said.

I looked from him to Bobby. “What can we do for you?” I asked.

He looked pleased to hear my question, like we were finally anticipating his wants instead of playing catch up. He eyed the two of us hungrily, rubbing the outside of his crotch as he took in the sight. Two locked boys, naked and horny, ready for whatever he wanted. “Bobby, Grant,” he said, “I want the two of you to get on your knees.”

“Yes, Eric,” we said in unison. We both dropped to our knees in the grass, eager to serve.

His hands went straight for the button on his dress pants. It was opened in a second, and the zipper was down in another. Eric stuck his hand into his pants, digging out his massive cock. It flopped out, more than halfway to an erection and already bigger than both of us, even without the cages. His dick was thick, with a huge bush behind it, and I wanted nothing more than to suck it.

“I want you to make out with each other,” he ordered. “With my dick in the middle.”