The Locked Swimmer 6

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Cooper sat on top of me, pinning me to the bed. His hands were on my wrists, holding me in place. I struggled against his grip, squirming in place, but my efforts were in vain. He had the upper hand, and he wasn’t going to let me off the hook that easily.

“Please,” I whispered softly. “Please let me cum.”

He shook his head. “Sorry, Nate. If you do a good job getting me off, maybe I’ll consider it,” he said. Then he leaned in for a kiss.

I kissed him back, thrusting my hips uselessly as we made out in his bed. I rubbed my caged dick against his ass, feeling nothing but frustration. My dick leaked wildly, still unaccustomed to its prison.

In the midst of making out Cooper rolled to the side, pulling me with him. Suddenly I was the one on top. I pulled away from our kiss, an idea forming in my head.

“Wha-” he began, but I cut him off with a kiss on his neck. He purred softly, relaxing as he let me take over. I continued south, planting soft pecks along the way. First I kissed his chest. Then his abs. Then just above his dick. I glanced upward, pleased to see the surprise on his face. He wanted me to impress him? So be it.

I smiled, then took his cock into my mouth.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned.

I took hold of his dick, my lips wrapped around the head. It felt so strange to have him in my mouth. He was thick, quite literally a mouthful, and decently lengthy. Inexperienced as I was, there was no way I could take him in his entirety.

My hand stroked him while my head rose and fell. I took a bit more each time, pushing further and seeing just how far I could go. Saliva ran down the shaft, getting under my hand and lubing his cock. I listened to his moans and sighs, trying to learn what he liked most. After a few more strokes, I forced myself down as far as I could go.

“Yesss, Nate. That feels so fucking good.” Coop put his hands on the back of my head and grabbed me by the hair. It didn’t hurt, but the way he tugged it gently made me want to try even harder.

I held myself there for a moment longer before I came up gagging and gasping for air. Spit ran off my chin, connecting to his cock in a long strand. I continued stroking him, staring up at his gorgeous face, breathing heavily. “You like that?” I asked.

“Fuck yes,” he said. With his hands in my hair, he guided me back towards his wet cock. “Make me cum, Nate.”

His words gave me chills. I got back to it, working double time on his fat dick. I felt so horny, so intoxicated by him, so eager to please. I didn’t care how degrading it might be, or how pathetic it might sound. I loved sucking cock.

Coop started thrusting his hips in rhythm with me. I went even faster, stroking and sucking, occasionally gagging. It didn’t matter. I wanted to make him cum.

In my horny stupor, I reached down to start jacking off. My hand brushed metal, and instantly I was humbled. I was so pent up, so filled with lust, that I’d forgotten I was caged. I wanted to blow my load so badly, but as long as Cooper held the key, that decision wasn’t mine to make. My dick throbbed in the cage, dripping clear liquid onto the sheets.

“I’m getting close,” Cooper whispered. He started thrusting a little faster, almost more than I could handle. “Oh fuck, Nate, I’m getting close!”

I pushed aside my embarrassment and focused back on my boyfriend. If I had to be locked, I’d at least make sure Cooper’s orgasm was worth it.

“Fuck, oh fuck! Don’t stop!”

I plunged downward, taking him into my throat. He bucked his hips, his cock erupting as I tried my best to keep up.

Cum shot to the back of my throat. I gagged, but I tried desperately to keep sucking him off. Cooper kept thrusting; short, quick pumps, back and forth, deep inside my mouth. I could feel every throb on my tongue, every pulse as the load poured out of him. It was salty and sweet, and I savored every drop of it, satisfied that I had made him cum.

He tugged gently on my hair, pulling me off his drained cock. It slipped out of my mouth, already beginning to go soft. Even now, after blowing a load, it was fairly large.

“That was fucking amazing, Nate.”

I looked up and saw he was red in the face, sweaty, glowing from what I could only assume was an incredible orgasm. “I had fun too,” I replied. I glanced down and saw the wet spot on the sheets had expanded, my dick leaking like a faucet from how horny I was. “So, what do you think? Are you gonna let me out?”

Coop chuckled, then fell back onto the bed. “I don’t think so. If that’s what you’re capable of after just two weeks, I can’t wait to see how horny and frustrated I can make you.”

My dick surged in response, held back as usual by the firm grasp of the cage. “Okay,” I muttered in defeat. My heart was racing, and the taste of my boyfriend’s cum lingered in my mouth. Despite being denied, I felt… satisfied? “Maybe we can make this work a little longer,” I said.

“Get over here,” Cooper replied.

I climbed up and nuzzled into his arms, still horny but also strangely content.