Pleasure and Denial 3 - Jockstrap Load

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I dug my fingers into Eric’s shoulders, working up the courage to ask him for an orgasm. He loved massages; they were his weakness. I just hoped it would be enough.

“Ooohhh, that’s the spot,” Eric said. I’d found a particularly stubborn knot near his right shoulder blade. I started working it with my thumbs, rubbing in little circles around the area.

“How’s that?” I asked, pressing a little harder.

“Ahhhh,” he sighed. “That’s perfect.” He took a breath in, then let out a long, relaxed exhale. “You’re working particularly hard today,” he commented.

“Yeah,” I said, blushing from behind him.

“So what’s the catch?”

Shoot. He saw right through me. “Nothing! No catch!” I said way too quickly.

“Oh really?” Eric shifted in his chair as he reached into his pocket. He dug out his wallet, then removed the key that was inside.  “So it has nothing to do with this?”

Just seeing that key made my dick hard. It swelled up in its cage, and suddenly I was ten times hornier than before. “Maybe…” I said sheepishly.

Eric chuckled. “Well keep it up. Maybe you’ll get something out of it.” He placed the key on the desk in front of him, then resumed his work on the computer.

I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, excited by the thrill of the tease. He was a master at that.

I spared a glance toward the screen. Eric was catching up on emails, mostly bills and the like. He did all the important stuff, while my jobs were more… domestic. Cleaning and cooking and back massages were how I served him. Often in various states of undress. At the moment, I wore nothing but a white jockstrap with a thick waistband. Eric liked that old-school look, and I liked what Eric liked.

My boyfriend was in the middle of paying a bill when his phone buzzed, distracting both of us.

“It’s from Jason,” he said. He picked up his phone and opened the message, revealing an unexpected nude photo of our close friend.

“Is that Grant?” I asked incredulously.

“Holy shit,” Eric said.

It was definitely him. Grant was on his hands and knees at the beach, fully naked, with the sunset in the background. He had tally marks on his ass - five in total - with cum leaking out of his hole.

“Looks like they’re having fun,” I commented. Down below, my dick was trying and failing to grow in the cage. I wanted a release so badly. “Are you gonna text him back?”

My boyfriend looked over his shoulder and smirked. “Yeah… I think I’ve got an idea.” There was mischief in his eyes. He turned back to his phone and began to type.

“Looks fun!” he wrote. “Funny timing, too. Bobby was just about to suck my cock.” He sent it as soon as he finished typing it out. Then he spun around in his chair, facing away from the desk.

His phone buzzed again almost immediately.

“What does it say?” I asked.

Eric grinned. “It's Jason again. He says, ‘Pics or it didn’t happen.’”

I felt my face flush with warmth. My heart pulsed faster, excited by the idea of being exposed to our friends. It was both humiliating and exhilarating at the same time. I dropped to my knees, painfully aware of the cage’s presence as I got ready to suck my boyfriend’s cock.

“Can I?” I asked.

“Go right ahead,” he replied with a smile.

With his approval I dove in, eagerly opening the front of his pants and pulling them down to his ankles. His massive dick sprung out, fat and heavy. Just the sight of it had my mouth watering. “It’s so big,” I whispered.

“Jealous?” he teased.

My dick twitched in response. “A little,” I said playfully. I looked up at him and smiled, then reached forward and grabbed hold of his huge cock. It was unbelievable to me that something this big could be attached to my boyfriend. His size put my own dick to shame. We were on opposite ends of the bell curve; it explained why I was on my knees with a cage on my dick, while he was in a chair, kicked back and relaxed, about to receive a blowjob. I shook my head, then stuck my tongue out and dragged it across his balls. I licked upward, across the shaft, all the way to the tip.

“Ahhh,” he moaned. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” He leaned back in his chair, pushing his hips forward for easier access.

I delved deeper, taking the head into my mouth. His sighs were music to my ears, letting me know I was doing a good job.

“How’s that little dick?” Eric asked as I sucked. “Hard in its cage?”

I came up for a breath, saliva stringing from my mouth to his wet cock. “Yes, babe,” I breathed. Then I took him back into my mouth and continued to blow him.

“Mmm, that feels soooo good,” my boyfriend groaned. I was stroking his length with one hand, cradling his balls with the other, shoving his dick in and out of my mouth. “Jason’s gonna love this,” he said. I glanced up just in time to catch him snapping a photo. The flash went off, permanently capturing the moment.

I grunted, too busy pleasuring my boyfriend to give more of a response. But the photo only turned me on more. I imagined Jason’s response, seeing me in such a pathetic state. The idea made my dick swell up, as if I needed a reminder of this contraption I was trapped in.

“Keep it up,” Eric whispered.

I began bobbing my head faster, up and down, stroking and sucking simultaneously. I slurped on his cock, twisting my hand back and forth and gliding easily now that my spit was running down his dick. It wasn’t enough just to suck it, though. I wanted to drain his heavy balls.

Doubling down, I went even harder. I expected him to relax, maybe thrust into my face, but instead he put a hand out. My forehead met his palm, then he pushed me back. I let his dick slip out of my mouth, sitting back on my heels as I looked up at him questioningly.

“What?” I asked. My eyes were locked on that massive cock, so big I could wrap both hands around it and still put the tip in my mouth.

“Just thinking,” he said. His face hinted at more.

“Yeah?”

“You must want to cum so badly, right, Bobby?”

I perked up. “You have no idea,” I said. My voice was desperate. I didn’t consider it was a possibility. I was afraid to ask. But if he was the one bringing it up… “Doy ou think you could let me cum today?”

Eric’s eyes lit up, his smile widening. “Let’s ask what Jason thinks.”

My heart dropped. Jason? The one who hasn’t let his fiancé cum for an entire year? “Yes, Eric,” I said softly.

My boyfriend picked up his phone and took a new photo: me on my knees, leaking through my jockstrap, drool running off my chin. “Should I let Bobby cum?” Eric spoke, reading the words as he typed.

His phone buzzed almost instantly. Jason’s reply was a single word: “No.”

Eric laughed. “I guess that settles that!”

My cheeks were bright red, but I couldn’t ignore the task at hand. If I wasn’t allowed to cum, I could at least finish off my boyfriend. I crawled forward, ready to continue sucking him off.

“What are you doing now?” he asked.

“I- I was just going to-”

“Suck my cock? I think we’re done with that for now.” He stood from the chair, him and his giant dick towering over me. “You can sit and watch while I jack off. How does that sound?”

My jaw dropped. That sounded hot as hell. “Sounds great,” I replied. My dick replied in its own way, a fresh wave of precum leaking out of me, further soaking the jock.

Eric started jacking off, thrusting into his hand, while I sat back and stared. His heavy balls swung underneath, and sitting on the floor gave me a perfect view of them. It was tantalizing. I wanted so badly to be part of the action. Not being allowed to participate was making me feral.

“I’m getting close,” my boyfriend grunted. He was laser-focused, pumping his fist at full speed. “Come here,” he ordered a moment later.

I quickly stood, unsure what he wanted from me. Without another word, Eric grabbed the front of my jockstrap and yanked it open. His other hand was on his cock, still pumping, until finally-

“Agh, fuck!” His cock exploded, shooting hot and sticky cum directly onto my caged dick. I watched helplessly as he sprayed his load everywhere, filling my underwear, coating me, marking me as his own.

“Fuuuck,” I whispered. “That was so hot.”

He jerked the last few drops out before snapping my underwear shut, sealing the wet mess inside. “You’re lucky,” he said with a grin. “You get to wear those for the rest of the night.”