Locked for Life 32 - Wedding day

All characters in this story are 18+.

I waited alone in a small room, just off the wing of the main altar. My fiancé was in a similar room on the other side. In just a few minutes, we’d walk out together to be married.

While I waited, I thought back to last night. Jason had given me a choice, and I had turned down my last shot at freedom. I’d decided to enter this marriage the same way I entered our engagement: locked forever. I felt my dick start to chub up, and for once I was actually thankful for the cage. I’d rather not have a boner in front of everyone I knew.

A knock at the door pulled me back to the present. It was time.

Jason and I approached from opposite sides of the altar. His face was beaming, that beautiful smile creating wrinkles near the sides of his eyes. He looked incredibly handsome with his hair pushed back, the tuxedo fitting him perfectly.

We met in the middle, the officiant on one side of us and the crowd on the other. Jason reached out and took my hands. I was so excited, so nervous, that I barely processed anything the officiant said until it was time to exchange the rings.

“You first,” Jason whispered.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ring I had chosen for him. Sliver, decently thick and masculine. It matched his personality perfectly. “Jason, do you take me to be your husband?” I asked.

“I do,” he replied. He extended his hand and allowed me to slide the ring onto his finger.

Now it was his turn. Instead of reaching into a pocket, he pulled the chain off from around his neck. But this time, there wasn’t a key attached to it. There was a ring. I stared in disbelief as he undid the clasp, then took the ring off the chain.

“Grant,” he began. “I think you know what this is.”

My heart was pounding in my chest. I nodded.

“Do you take me to be your husband? Do you agree to be mine forever?”

I looked into his eyes. There was a double meaning to his words, one that only I could understand. I was agreeing to be his forever, but in more ways than one. This was truly permanent. “I do.”

He slipped the ring onto my finger. From now on I would wear both key and cage, but I would never be free again. And just like that, I was incredibly turned on.

We turned to the officiant. “You may now kiss,” he said.

Jason grabbed me around the waist and kissed me deeply. I heard our friends and family clapping, whistles and cheers adding to the noise. It was perfect.

When we finally parted our lips, Jason turned to the crowd. “See you all at the reception!”

People began slowly filing out, gradually making their way to the party. Jason and I would be there soon enough, but we had other plans first. “Let’s go,” he whispered in my ear.

Newly married, Jason and I arrived at home with lightning speed. We were due at our own party, but my husband had promised me something the night before.

The moment we walked through the door, he was all over me. Heavy kissing. Hands grabbing. Clothes falling to the floor. In seconds we were both naked, stumbling toward the bedroom.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” Jason whispered in my ear. We fell onto the bed, him on top and me underneath. His hard cock grazed my skin as he kissed me, then grinded against me, eager to put that giant thing in my ass.

I moaned in response. My dick had never tried so hard to break out of its cage before. It was pressed against the inside, expanding as much as possible but still unable to grow fully erect. And now that the key was reformed into the ring on my finger, it never would.

“You’re gonna walk back into that party with my cum in your ass, babe.” He lifted my legs in the air and forced them apart, sitting on his knees in between them. I was on my back, staring up at the man I just married, waiting for him to fuck my brains out.

“I can’t wait,” I said. I grabbed the underside of my legs, holding them up for him.

He spat onto his cock, then pressed the head against my hole.

“Mmmm,” I groaned. The tip slowly pushed inside, opening me up. It seemed Jason was taking it easy on me, giving me time to warm up before he wrecked my hole. 

My husband grinned. “This time it’s all about you,” he said. “You’ve been so good for so long… you deserve a little special treatment.” He gently thrust forward, gradually entering me, filling me inch by inch. When he was about halfway in, he pulled out and spat on his cock again, then slipped back inside.

“Fuuuck, Jason. It feels so good.”

“Just you wait,” he said with a smile. He was fully inside me now, his hips pressed against my ass. He stayed there a moment, allowing me time to get accustomed to his size. Precum dripped out of my dick, leaking out of the front of the cage and running down onto my balls. I used to feel embarrassed by that, but now it just felt right.

“I’m ready,” I whispered.

Jason leaned down and kissed me. I wrapped my arms and legs around his body, pulling him close. He started thrusting, slowly at first, but very quickly ramping up the pace. Each thrust was a little faster than the last, and soon he was pounding my hole. He broke our kiss to prop himself up, his arms on either side of me now. With better leverage, his cock slammed into me even faster and deeper than before.

“That- ah!- feels- mmf!- so- good!” I shouted between thrusts. He was relentless.

He simply grunted in response. Everything about it was incredible, each feeling dialed up to an eleven. His cock pounded into me over and over again. It slipped in and out of my hole, filling me with pleasure. My ass was loose and wet, and each thrust made my hole feel amazing. But there was more going on. Another sensation, subtle at first but slowly building.

“Keep going!” I cried out. He was clapping into me, fully focused, sweat beading on his forehead. Like a machine, slamming into me with precision. He hit the same spot each time, building up a pressure inside me. Like a wave gaining height, gathering momentum, but you can’t tell how far it is.

Jason’s stamina amazed me. “I’m gonna fill you with cum,” he said.

“Not yet!” I pleaded. “Please, just a little more!”

He grinned. He was going at full speed. My hole was screaming. Pressure was building. My dick was straining. I felt like I was going to explode.

“Oh my god! Oh my god, don’t stop!” It was so intense. Like nothing I’d ever known before. 

“I’m gonna cum!” Jason yelled.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Cum in me!” I shouted in response. And then my dick exploded.

“Yes!” Jason moaned. He thrust into me, his cock throbbing inside and filling my hole. My ass spasmed, clenching and unclenching uncontrollably. And my dick poured out a pathetic, creamy white load that streamed out of my cage and down onto my balls.

I grabbed onto the blankets on either side of me, holding on tight as I came. It was intense, coursing through me, different from anything I’d ever felt. After months and months of denial, this final release opened the floodgates for me. My dick continued pulsing in the cage and there was so. much. cum. I was shaking uncontrollably, breathing fast, Jason’s cock still inside me. The last time I had cum was when Jason sucked my dick months ago. That was amazing at the time, but this was otherworldly.

After he was finished cumming inside me, Jason pulled out and flopped down on the bed next to me. He was panting, sweaty and red in the face, grinning from ear to ear. “I can’t believe I made you cum,” he said.

“Me neither,” I said. I let my legs drop to the bed, then turned to face him. I was still shaking slightly, and my hole was left with a lingering soreness that I’d feel for the rest of the night. I rubbed my thumb against my ring, a new reminder of my locked life. “Guess I belong in the cage after all,” I joked.

My husband chuckled. “Definitely.” Then he rolled onto his side and kissed me on the cheek.

This is how it would be for the rest of our lives. Jason had shown me that I could cum, even if it was a different kind of orgasm. Even if I could never get hard again. I belonged to him completely, and I was happy with my decision. I wouldn’t have it any other way.