The Locked Swimmer 5

Everyone in this story is 18+.

My arms cut through the water, each stroke bringing me closer to the finish. I turned my head as I took a breath. The swimmer to my right was ahead, but just barely.

We reached the wall and flip-turned. Another stroke, another glance, and suddenly we were side by side. My muscles were burning, but it was the final stretch. Win or lose, I was going to leave everything in the pool.

One final push. I extended my arm, reaching for the wall. The result was too close to call. The rest of the swimmers lagged behind, each finishing after us. I waited in the water, exhausted, gasping for air, my eyes on the leaderboard.

First place! Despite my fatigue, I climbed out of the pool and ran towards Cooper in the stands.

“Nate! You won!” Cooper wrapped his arms around me in an embrace, lifting me in the air.

“I can’t believe it!” I exclaimed. He put me down, then hugged me again. It was so exciting to see my hard work finally paying off. “It’s all thanks to you, Coop.”

It had been two weeks now since Cooper caged my dick. Two long weeks. I hardly noticed the cage these days, barring the fact that I was hornier than ever. This was officially the longest I’d gone without cumming. Despite that single drawback, things were otherwise going well: my times were improving, I felt more energized, and the makeout sessions were incredible.

Oh, right. Cooper and I were kind of dating now. We weren’t public with it, but we weren’t exactly hiding it either.

Coop handed me a towel, then I joined him back in the stands to watch the rest of the meet. The team was doing well, and it was fun to cheer everyone on. It helped that I was in a better mood compared to last time. That was partly due to my win, but it was also because I looked forward to celebrating after. Sitting next to Cooper, with my thigh rubbing against his, my mind began to wander.

I fantasized about kissing him. I pictured myself being pinned down and teased, desperate to cum but being forcibly denied. My dick belonged to Coop now. I felt it strain in the cage, and for the moment I was thankful to be locked up. I couldn’t bear the thought of getting a boner in such a crowded place, wearing nothing but a tight pair of swim briefs.

I leaned over to Cooper. “Do you wanna get out of here?” I whispered.

“Right now?” he asked. “We should stay until the end!”

I sighed. “I know, but…”

“Ohhh,” he interrupted. “That’s right. You must be dying right now. How long has it been?”

I shoved him playfully. “You know how long it’s been.”

Cooper grinned in response. “Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time to celebrate later. Besides, it shouldn’t make a difference to you, locked boy.”

“Shh!” I glanced around to make sure no one had heard. Fortunately it was pretty loud in the stands, plus everyone was focused on the races. “You shouldn’t say stuff like that!” I whispered urgently.

“Or what?” he teased. “Don’t forget which one of us has the key.”

Boy, he really knew how to rile me up. I was getting hornier by the second. I felt my dick struggling against the cage, putting up a fight it was never going to win.

“We’ll have some fun later,” Cooper whispered. “Now be patient and watch the rest of the races with me.” He placed a hand on my upper thigh, which drove me wild. He kept it there for the rest of the meet, a constant reminder of our dynamic, causing me to spiral into a horny mess by the time it was over.

As soon as the meet ended, Cooper and I left in a hurry. He was simply eager to mess around, but I was getting desperate. Two weeks being locked was starting to get to me. I planned to ask Cooper for a release.

The second we arrived at Cooper’s dorm room, we were all over each other. Coop locked the door behind us, then shoved me down onto his bed. I fell back into the mattress, where he began pulling off my pants. I helped by removing my shirt, and not a minute later I was fully naked. Well, except for the cage.

“Coop…” I began.

“You did so well today!” he said. He began stripping, removing his clothes in a hurry as we spoke.

That made me smile. “Thanks. I still can’t believe this is actually working.”

“You’re improving so much! Not to mention that keeping you pent up has been extra fun for me,” he teased. He eyed my naked body hungrily as he removed the last of his clothing. “Locking you up was an incredible decision.”

“About that…” I replied, searching for the right words. “Coop, do you think you could unlock me for today?”

“What? Why would I do that?”

Cooper stood just a few feet away, his cock fully hard, in stark contrast to my caged one. My dick strained and pressed against the walls of the cage, but the cold metal was unyielding. It felt a little pathetic to know I couldn’t even get hard without his permission. He held the key. For all intents and purposes, Cooper owned my dick.

“It’s just… I’m so horny, Coop. It’s insane. I’ve never gone this long without an orgasm, not by a long shot. I’m desperate.”

His face lit up. “I know,” he said. “That’s what makes this so fun.”

The cage felt a lot tighter just then. “Fuuuck, Cooper. Please?”

“Aw, Nate. It’s so cute when you beg.” He began climbing onto the bed. “Besides, you’ve been making great progress! Why would you want to give up now?”

“I’m not giving up!” I exclaimed. “But the next meet is in two weeks. Now’s the perfect time for a quick release, don’t you think? You can lock me up again once we’re finished, then I’ll be back in shape before my next race.” I knew how pathetic I sounded, but I had to try.

Cooper took a seat on top of me, straddling me with his ass rubbing against my cage. His hard dick hovered above my stomach, thick and heavy. In the two weeks that we’d been together, he’d gotten off more times than I cared to count.

My boyfriend leaned forward and put a hand on each wrist, pinning me in place. “Hmmm… I don’t think so. I’d rather keep you locked. It’s more fun that way.”

“Please Coop, I’m begging you.” I struggled against him, but he held a stronger position. Both physically and mentally. There was nothing I could do. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying this. But damn, I needed to cum. “Please,” I whispered softly.

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