The Locked Swimmer 8

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“Oh yeah,” he said. “Now get on the foot of the bed. Lie on your back.”

I did as he said, eager to see where this would go. Sex with Cooper was always fun, even if I wasn’t allowed to cum by the end of it. I positioned myself on his mattress, then watched as my boyfriend finally began to strip. Once he was naked, he went back to his desk and opened a different drawer. He came back over to the bed, towering over me, with a bottle of lube in his hand.

“Oh my god,” I whispered.

He cracked open the bottle and applied it liberally to his dick. I had gotten familiar with its size over the last few weeks, but we’d never ventured this far before. We were in uncharted territory.

Cooper stroked himself, spreading the lube across the length of his cock. “I’m going to fuck you, Nate,” he said.

I swallowed nervously, then gave him a nod. I lifted my legs in the air, waiting on bated breath, ready for him to enter me.

He pressed the tip to my hole. I shut my eyes. Cooper pressed forward, and I felt him sliding inside me.

“Fuuuck. You’re so tight.” Barely inside me, he pulled back before pressing forward once more. This time he went a little further, opening me up, stretching me wider.

“Mmmf,” I moaned “You’re so big, Coop.” I tried to relax my hole, but I had no experience with this.

He smiled back at me. “I’m barely in, Nate. I hope you can handle the rest.”

“I can take it,” I muttered. I bit my lower lip and grabbed onto the sheets, enduring as he pushed the rest of his cock inside me. My ass was at its limit, gripping my boyfriend tight as he filled me for the first time. He felt massive inside me. Meanwhile, my own dick remained perfectly small in its cage, unable to get hard in the minimal space it inhabited.

The way he stood over me felt so right. He was a dominating figure, making me feel so small, so pathetic by comparison. He held the key. He owned my cock. It only made sense that he would take my ass as well.

Cooper pulled all the way out, leaving me feeling empty. He applied another round of lube for good measure, then he slid back inside me. It went much more easily this time, which was both promising and relieving. In fact, it actually felt kind of good.

“Ohhh, Coop,” I moaned. He started gently thrusting, taking his time and letting me warm up to his size. “It feels- mmmm- really good.”

He fucked me in long, steady strokes, keeping a constant pace now. All discomfort was gone. Instead, it was replaced with a craving for more. It wasn’t just that it felt good. I needed him in me. “Give me more, Cooper,” I pleaded.

“Wow, you really are desperate.” He grabbed me by the balls, gripping them tightly, making me whimper as he squeezed them. “I still can’t believe you let me cage your dick.”

“Harder,” I begged. “Please fuck me, Coop. Please.”

He smirked. “I love what this thing does to you.” Cooper wrapped his hands around my thighs, then yanked my body toward him.

“AHH!” His dick rammed into my hole, hips colliding with asscheeks.

“This is what you wanted, no?” he taunted.

“Again!” I shouted. It was overwhelming. For an entire month I had been denied any pleasure. Now I was filled with it. Each stroke was intense, slowly but surely rewiring my brain. I didn’t know I could experience such bliss. If Coop could make me feel this good all the time, I wouldn’t mind staying in the cage.

“I’ve never seen you like this,” my boyfriend commented between thrusts. He was getting sweaty, working hard to keep up the pace. My moans were getting louder, more frequent. I needed more.

“Cum in me, Cooper! Oh fuck, please cum in me!”

He lifted my hips off the bed, then started fucking me faster than I thought possible. I cried out as his cock slammed into me repeatedly, penetrating deep inside me. It was incredible. I was gasping and moaning wildly, grabbing onto whatever I could find as my boyfriend railed me.

“I’m gonna blow,” he grunted. His face was red, his forehead glistening. He pounded me a few more times, then bucked his hips hard and collapsed on top of me. Our sweaty bodies touched, chest to chest, as he forced his load deep inside me.

“Fuuuck, Cooper,” I moaned.

I felt his cock throbbing, pulsing as cum painted my insides. It was the most incredible feeling, both physical and mental, as my boyfriend claimed me.

Cooper pressed his lips to mine, kissing me hard, his dick still buried in my ass. It stopped twitching, then he slowly slipped out.

I pushed my tongue into his mouth, savoring the moment, not wanting it to end. But Cooper was exhausted. He pulled away a second later, basking in the aftermath of his orgasm.

“That was amazing, Nate.” He smiled broadly as he rolled over to the side and collapsed next to me.

“You were amazing,” I replied. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

“How was that for a surprise?” he asked.

I glanced toward his dick, still semi-hard. It was slick with a combination of lube and cum. My dick throbbed in response, the cage pressing back firmly. “Perfect,” I replied. I propped myself up to face him, putting my elbow on the bed and leaning my head on my hand. I was still horny, but I also felt… sated. Like I had let off a little steam and the pressure was manageable again. “I think… maybe I’m willing to stick this out a little longer. Just until the end of the season.”

Cooper was grinning from ear to ear. “I’ll be rooting for you,” he said.

I couldn’t help but smile back. Maybe this could work after all. Maybe I didn’t need to cum any time soon. Winning races, getting fucked by my boyfriend… What more could I ask for?