The Locked Swimmer 7

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I wish I could say it got easier with time. That after four weeks of being caged, maybe I’d gotten used to it. But that wasn’t the case. I was hornier than ever, constantly in a tense and heightened state of desperation. My only outlet was pleasuring my boyfriend, and even that could only do so much for me.

Still, the effect on my swimming was incredible. Timed practice laps showed how quickly I was improving. The satisfaction of seeing my own personal best smashed again and again was a thrill. And now it was finally time for my next race.

I climbed onto the starting block, feeling the snug cage held firmly in place by my tight speedo. It was small enough not to be visible under the swimsuit, which was both a blessing and a curse. My dick was permanently held back, forced into this tiny prison. I smiled to myself, thinking about Cooper. The key was out of reach for me, but this race wasn’t. Victory would be mine.

The horn blew, and we were off the blocks. I had a great start, and I could feel my training paying off. The dedication, the constant denial and teasing from Coop… it all gave me an edge here.

The race was a sprint. Fifty meters out, fifty meters back. Unlike last time, it wasn’t even close. As I stretched out toward the wall, I knew I had won.

I glanced up at the leaderboard, happier than ever, panting as I tried to catch my breath. My name appeared on the first line. Not only that, but I had blown my old time out of the water!

I lifted myself out of the pool, feeling exhausted but carried forward by sheer excitement. Cooper was shouting at me from the bleachers, cheering me on. I couldn’t wait to kiss him.

“That was amazing!” he shouted as I got closer. He had saved a spot for me, which I gladly took. My legs were jelly, and my lungs still burned from the race.

“Thanks,” I said between heavy breaths. It felt so good to have someone rooting for me, someone who knew everything about me. Including the cage. Gosh, it was getting harder and harder to keep this thing on. I would’ve given out ages ago if not for my boyfriend keeping the key safe.

“How’s it treating you?” Cooper asked. It was as if he’d read my mind. Though to be fair, I was pretty predictable these days. If I wasn’t actively swimming, you could count on me being horny.

“Not bad,” I replied. We were intentionally vague, which was a bit of a thrill in itself. We could talk about my caged dick in public and no one would know.

He rested his hand on my thigh. “Good. Then I guess you’re fine sticking it out for the rest of the season?”

My jaw dropped. I stared at him, unable to speak.

“What?” he asked. “You just won! You want to lose all the progress you’ve made?”

“No, but-”

“Trust me, at this rate you could make it into the championships!” He squeezed my thigh, sending a jolt through me. The cage got a little tighter for a moment, my dick swelling up in response to Cooper’s teasing.

I glanced around nervously, afraid that our teammates would overhear. This was quickly becoming too much to speak about in such a crowded place. I turned back toward my boyfriend and lowered my voice. “Dude, there’s no way I can stay locked for that long.”

He looked back at me, and there was a bit of mischief in his eyes. “Oh? And since when was that up to you?”

Fuck. Cooper taunted me, and in doing so, he turned me on even further. The cage was more constricting than ever.

“Well?” he prodded.

“It’s not,” I said softly. I hated how much I loved this. The push and shove, the teasing, the power that he held over me with a simple key.

“Exactly,” he said, pleased. “I decide when you get to come out… or if you get to come out, for that matter.”

“But Coop…”

“Relax, Nate. I’m proud of you for making it this far. Really. I’m not gonna let you give up on your goals so easily.” His smile softened. “Besides, I’ve got a treat in store for you later. I think you’re going to like it.”

He left it at that, and suddenly I couldn’t wait for the meet to be over. My mind was swimming with possibilities, each one crazier than the last. If my suit weren’t soaked from swimming, there would surely be a wet spot on the front from how much I was leaking. I settled in, putting my trust in Cooper that this was all worth it.

The team wanted to celebrate afterward, which meant I had to wait even longer for my surprise. It was hours before we finally made it back to the dorm. I expected to tear each other’s clothes off in a hurry, but Cooper had other plans.

“I’m really impressed with you, Nate. An entire month without cumming? I couldn’t imagine it.”

His words made me burn with humiliation. He loved to emphasize the difference between us, never missing a chance to remind me of my place. Cooper could cum whenever he wanted. Only I was forced to wear the cage, forced to remain denied. But for better or worse, the humiliation turned me on more and more with each passing day.

“I can hardly believe it myself,” I replied after a moment.

Coop drew closer, then kissed me softly on the neck. “You must be so horny,” he whispered. His hands went to my waist, where he grabbed the edge of my shirt and gently lifted it over my head.

“You have no idea.”

His touch was delicate. Intentional. Every graze against my skin was another tease, spurring me on, making me want more. He removed the rest of my clothes, piece by piece, until I was standing naked before him.

“That cage looks so cute on you,” he said. “It’s like it was meant for you.” Cooper was fully clothed, clearly enjoying this imbalance of power and the control he held over me.

“Thank you,” I said, blushing slightly.

“Aren’t you wondering what I had in mind for our little celebration?” he asked.

For the millionth time today alone, my dick swelled up against the walls of the cage. “Yes,” I said.

Cooper reached into his pocket, then pulled out a key. The key to my dick. I opened my mouth, shocked, unable to speak. This was it. All my hard work, all the long nights spent wide awake, waiting for my boner to fade so I could fall back asleep. All the times I jerked my boyfriend off, or sucked his cock, or watched with frustration as he pleasured himself. It all amounted to this.

He smiled, taking a step towards his desk. Then he opened the drawer, dropped the key in, and pushed it shut.

“Wha- but- I…”

“What’s wrong?” Cooper asked. Then he started to laugh. “Oh my gosh, you thought I was going to unlock you, didn’t you? That’s hilarious!”

My cheeks turned bright pink. My cock longed to be free. It had been so long since I’d been touched, so long since I had even grown hard, let alone felt the pleasure of an orgasm.

“You’re too cute. No, that’s not what I had planned. It’s better than that.”

“Better?”

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