Locked for Life 31 - Last chance for freedom

All characters in this story are 18+.

Months passed. Time blurred. I spent it all locked up, eternally horny, desperate for a release that would never come. Before I knew it, it was the eve of our wedding. I sat at the foot of our bed, the morning sun shining through the windows, as I pondered the final details of our special day.

“What do you think?” Jason asked. He walked into the room wearing his wedding tux.

“You look amazing!” I said. “But I thought I wasn’t supposed to see it until tomorrow!”

“Oh, who cares about silly stuff like that?” My fiancé leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Besides, you have more important things to worry about.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Like this.” Jason pulled a chain out from under his collar, revealing the key to my cage. It dangled in front of my face, instantly sending a rush of blood to my dick. All these months later and I still didn’t have that under control.

“What about it?” I asked nervously.

My fiancé grinned, then pulled the chain up and off his neck. “I’ve been thinking…” he began. He paced in front of me, looking down at the key he held. The key to my dick, the little piece of metal that stood between me and freedom. “That day, when I proposed to you… I really sprung this on you, didn’t I?”

I tilted my head as I considered his words. “Yeah, I guess you kind of did. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t enjoyed it!”

“Still…” he said, shaking his head. He stopped pacing and turned to face me. “We’re getting married tomorrow. I don’t want to go into this with second thoughts. And I think it’s only fair that you get one last chance to change your mind.”

“What? What are you saying? Of course I want to marry you! You can’t get cold feet now!”

Jason smiled. “Oh, Grant. That’s not the choice I’m talking about. I’m talking about this.” He presented the key in his open palm. “One last chance at freedom. It’s yours if you want it.”

My jaw dropped. “Are… are you sure?” I felt my pulse quicken. This couldn’t be real.

He nodded. “Before you answer, I want you to really consider it. Consider what it means to you.”

I swallowed. This was a big decision to make. Be locked for the rest of my life, or… or what? I’d been locked so long, I could hardly remember what it was like being free. I searched my memory for a time when I could get hard, when I could actually cum. The memories were there, but they were faded. Distant. The sensations - those of stroking my own dick and shooting loads - were all but gone. Did I ever really need them to begin with?

I looked up at my fiancé, who was awaiting an answer. I opened my mouth, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“Wait,” he said. “There’s something you need to do before you make a final decision. Take your clothes off, Grant.”

This far into our engagement, I didn’t question things like that. When Jason told me to get naked, I did it. So I took everything off, baring it all the morning before our wedding. Naked except the cage, which had become a part of me at this point.

Jason got down to his knees. He put his left hand on my thigh, his right hand holding the key. Then he put the key into the lock.

“Jason, what are you doing?” I asked.

“This is your decision. To be free, or to stay locked. I needed you to see it.”

He sat back on his heels, leaving the key in the lock. It was unturned. Just there, waiting for me to reach down and twist it. Or not. My dick surged in the cage, straining against its unyielding walls. It was a familiar feeling by now. One of comfort and confinement.

The two of us remained silent while my eyes lingered on the key. All I had to do was open the lock and I’d be able to get hard again. Not only that, I’d be able to cum again. Fuck. This should have been an easy decision, but it wasn’t. Sure, it was pretty pathetic to be caged. But it also gave me a sense of purpose. I belonged to Jason, and this cage was the ultimate symbol of that.

Funny, how the biggest decision of my life was not agreeing to be married, but rather choosing the fate of my dick. I took a deep breath, then reached for the key. It felt so odd between my fingers. I realized I’d never actually touched it before now. It was cold, hard metal. Foreign. I eyed Jason, who waited patiently on his knees. I closed my eyes, then pulled the key out of the lock. “I’m yours,” I whispered.

“Oh, Grant.” Jason leaped up and tackled me onto the bed, kissing me passionately. His tongue parted my lips, delving deeper. I pushed back, our tongues dancing around one another. In that moment, I knew I made the right decision.

As he pulled away for a breath, I pushed the key into his hand. “Take it,” I said.

He was sitting on me, pinning me to the bed, smiling and panting. “I love you so much,” he said.

“I love you too.”

“Ugh, I want to fuck you so badly.” He hopped off me, then stuffed the key into his pocket. “Unfortunately, I have some last-minute errands to run.”

“Wait, you’re not gonna fuck me?” After that kiss, I was beyond horny. I wanted his cock so badly. I needed it.

“Sorry,” he said with a cheeky grin. “I promise I’ll fuck you tomorrow, right after we get married.

I perked up. That sounded great to me. “Where are you even going?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” He leaned over and kissed me one last time, then headed out the door.