Locked for Life 30 - One Year Locked 6

Everyone in this story is 18+.

It was exhilarating to feel the ocean breeze against my naked body. My heart was beating faster than normal. My dick leaked long, goopy strands of precum that stuck to my leg hair and ultimately made a mess as we walked through the sand.

We continued our trek until we arrived at a nice, secluded area of the beach. The shoreline jutted out briefly before curling back in, creating a natural blind spot that hid us from view. No one would be able to see us here, which made it the perfect place to set up for some naked sunbathing, picnicking, and perhaps a quick fuck.

“This is great, isn’t it?” Jason said. He unfurled the beach blanket in one huge sweep, laying it out across the sand.

“It’s lovely,” I replied with a smile.

Jason weighed down the corners of our blanket with some well-placed shoes, then he plopped down to take a seat. “Come sit!” he said, patting his hand on the ground next to him.

I dropped next to him, snuggling up close as we took in the view. I stared out across the ocean, admiring how the sunlight bounced off the ripples of water; the sun was getting lower in the sky, creating a beautiful blend of reds and oranges that reflected off the surface. “It’s just like last year,” I whispered, leaning my head on his shoulder.

He wrapped one arm around me. “Yeah,” he said, pulling me closer. “Some things are different, though. For one, you didn’t have the cage before.” He placed his other hand on my inner thigh, tantalizingly close to my dick. It caused me to immediately throb in the cage, oozing out another drop of precum.

“Fuuuck, Jason. You’re getting me all riled up.”

“Remember when I sucked your cock?”

“How could I forget? That orgasm was incredible.”

“Yeah?” Jason said. He shifted, causing me to lift my head off him. He propped himself up on one arm, leaning back and getting a good look at me. There was excitement behind those eyes.

“What?” I pressed. “I know that look.”

“I was just thinking… Nah, forget it.”

“Tell me!”

“Should I suck your dick again? For old time’s sake?”

My jaw dropped. “Yes! Oh my god, yes!”

Jason extended his hand, palm-up. “Give me the key.”

I took the necklace off with trembling hands, giving it over to my fiancé. This was it. After a whole year without cumming, I was finally going to be let out of the cage.

“Sit back and relax,” he said.

I was propped up by both arms now, leaning back with my legs straight. They were opened wide, with my caged dick hanging between them. I watched excitedly as Jason climbed to his knees, then crawled over in front of me.

“Ready, Grant?”

I nodded enthusiastically.

Jason took the key in his hand. I held my breath. He leaned in close. Then he draped the chain over my caged cock.

“Wha-”

My fiancé grabbed my balls and tipped my dick up towards him. He maintained eye contact with me as he opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and licked the tip of the cage.

“Wait!” I said urgently. “I thought-”

“You thought I was going to unlock you,” he taunted. “I already told you earlier: I have no plans to do anything of the sort.” Jason leaned down again and dragged his tongue over my balls, sending shivers through me.

“Oh fuck,” I muttered. I inhaled sharply as he took my caged cock into his mouth, feeling the warmth as he began to suck my dick. Save for that warm feeling, the sensation was almost entirely blocked. Where last year I experienced the blowjob of a lifetime, this was a cheap imitation of a cheap imitation. It was a total mindfuck.

With his tongue sticking out, licking the opening of the cage, I saw Jason grinning wildly. He dug his hands underneath my thighs, grabbing me from below and pulling me towards him. I lost support from my arms, dropping down flat onto my back.

He kept it up, sucking and licking at the openings of the cage, teasing the tiny bit of my cock that was reachable inside its prison. My dick swelled and strained, trying to escape, trying to break free and grow to its full size for once. I sighed and moaned, squirming in place, enjoying the pseudo-blowjob but wishing more than anything that I could experience the real thing.

Suddenly he twisted me over, flipping me onto my stomach. “Jason,” I breathed desperately.

He ignored me. My fiancé grabbed the butt plug and yanked it out of me, causing me to gasp. He left my ass gaping, the sudden removal making my hole twitch open and closed from the emptiness. He tossed the plug aside, then started to undress behind me.

“I’m gonna breed you, Grant.”

“Please do,” I replied. I was in heat. I was beyond horny. I’d been fucked four times already today, each one better than the last. Now it was time for the finale.

I heard his clothes hit the ground. He pushed my legs apart, spreading them as he got on his knees between them. I heard him spit onto his cock and rub it in.

“Ready?” Jason whispered. He didn’t wait for a response.

“Oh fuck!” I shouted. My fiancé pushed his cock into my ass, going straight down and bottoming out inside me. The lack of resistance was remarkable; after so much fucking, with so much cum left inside me, it really couldn’t have been easier.

“Fuuuck,” Jason grunted. “You’re so fucking loose, babe. You’re hardly gripping my cock; it’s like I’m sticking my dick into a mineshaft.”

I moaned in response, clinging to the edges of the beach blanket. Despite what he said, Jason still had a massive cock. Loose hole or not, his sheer size still made for an overwhelming first entry. Easy entry, yes, but also fucking huge.

Jason pulled back, then slammed forward again. He plowed me into the sand, clapping into my cheeks with the full force of his bodyweight.

“AH!” I shouted in a mix of pleasure and pain. My dick was leaking uncontrollably, forming a puddle underneath me.

“Oh, Grant,” he said as he thrusted again. “I’m gonna drain my balls inside you.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He picked up and slammed down again. Then again. The sand gave way underneath, shifting the blanket and pressing me deeper into the ground. My body rocked back and forth in time with his thrusts, each one hitting deep and sending pleasure coursing through me.

The waves crashed on the shore behind us. The ocean breeze whirred in my ears. Louder than both was the repeated sound of Jason clapping my cheeks. 

“I’m getting close,” Jason grunted. “Fuck, Grant, I’m close.”

“Cum in me,” I begged.

“Fuck, I’m gonna blow! Oh FUCK!” Jason slammed down one final time before his cock exploded inside me. He buried himself deep, his cock throbbing and pulsing in me, shooting his load and combining it with the previous four. I arched my back for a better angle, moaning as his cock twitched in my wrecked hole.

Five whole loads. Five times in one day that my fiancé had fucked me.

He thrusted a few more times, edging out the final ounces of pleasure from yet another orgasm. I could hardly remember how that felt. This was how my body received pleasure now: from taking pounding after pounding, load after load, while my dick strained in its cage and begged for a release that wasn’t coming.

“Holy fuck,” Jason sighed. He pulled out and rolled off me, falling to my side. He was sweating from the effort, breathing heavily.

“That was insane, babe.” I rolled onto my side to face him. Where my dick had been touching the blanket was a huge wet spot, with a sticky strand of precum spanning back to the cage. Between that and my sore ass, I was a mess.

“Your ass felt amazing as always,” Jason said. “Oh! Almost forgot.” He climbed over me - swinging his huge dick past my face in the process - and dug through our beach bag. A second later he found what he was looking for: the permanent marker. “Show me that perfect ass, Grant. I need to make my final mark.”

“Of course,” I replied. I moved closer to him, sticking my ass out for the fifth and final tally mark. I was facing the sunset now, sitting on my hands and knees. Jason uncapped the marker, then drew a thick black line across my right cheek.

“Five loads,” he said proudly. “Stay right there, Grant. That’s gonna make for an incredible photo.” He went and grabbed his phone, directing it at me. “Alright, babe. I want to make sure those tally marks are visible. Ass out! Aaand there it is.”

“Can I see?” I asked. I crawled back to him and peered over his shoulder to get a look. The picture was truly something: the sunset, the beach, and my ass. Five tally marks, with the last one streaking across the first four. “Wow,” I whispered.

My fiancé hit the share button, causing my heart to flutter in my chest.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He smirked, saying nothing. I continued watching, unable to intervene as he sent the picture to Bobby and Eric.

“Jason!” I said, hitting him on the shoulder.

He shrugged, chuckling lightly. “I thought our friends should see what we’ve been up to,” he said nonchalantly.

“You’re crazy,” I said. But I couldn’t help grinning too. “So now what?” I asked. “Is it time to enjoy this wonderful picnic?”

“Definitely,” he replied. “But only after you’ve popped that butt plug back in.”