Locked for Life 29 - One Year Locked 5

Everyone in this story is 18+.

After a wild fuck in the supermarket bathroom, Jason and I finished up our food shopping. I was content with a few snacks, but my fiancé seemed intent on buying anything and everything he laid his eyes on. When all was said and done, we walked away with enough food for the rest of the week.

We loaded up the car, then we were off to our next destination. My ass was really, really full of cum, and only the butt plug kept everything in. And gosh, was I horny.

“Any guesses where we’re headed?” Jason asked as he drove. He had one hand on the wheel, the other creeping up my thigh.

“The park?” I guessed.

My fiancé shook his head in response. “Nope. More remote than that.” He gave my leg a squeeze, sending a shiver through me. “Try again,” he said.

“Uhhh, I don’t know. The beach?”

“Yep!” His hand moved to my crotch, grabbing and toying with me over my pants. Blood rushed to my dick, causing it to swell and fill the tiny cage. “Not just any beach, though. The beach where I proposed to you.”

“Aw, babe! That’s so sweet,” I said.

“It’s also the place where I caged your dick,” he added casually.

My dick was hard as it could be in the cage, straining from his touch. As if I needed a reminder. There was a smug look on his face as he checked his blind spot before changing lanes. He let go of me then, returning both hands to the steering wheel.

Wait. If today was about celebrating a whole year in the cage, did that mean… “Are you gonna unlock me?” I asked excitedly.

Jason burst into laughter. It took every ounce of focus not to crash the car as he tried to recompose himself. “Oh Grant… Where in the world did you get that idea?”

My cheeks turned rosy. The cage felt even tighter around my swollen dick. “I just thought… I mean, since it’s been a whole year and all…”

My fiancé sighed as his fit of laughter finally subsided. “I have no plans to uncage you, Grant. That’s a promise. What do I always tell you?”

I mumbled something inaudible, humiliated that I’d actually gotten my hopes up.

“What was that?” Jason asked.

“You cum enough for the both of us,” I said. The four tally marks on my ass were proof of that.

“Exactly.” Then he turned onto a side road; we were nearly there now. “I’ll tell you what. You can wear this around your neck while I fuck you.” He reached under his collar and pulled off the necklace that held the key to my cage. He didn’t always wear it, but today was special. Of course he’d have it on him.

“Thanks,” I said softly. I accepted the key, then placed it around my neck. This couldn’t be more humiliating. At least my dick seemed to like it; it was harder than ever under my shorts.

Getting a boner in the cage was such a humbling experience. My body still knew what to do; even after an entire year, my dick still tried to grow to its full size. But just like always, the cage prevented that from happening. Something as simple as a normal erection was beyond my grasp.

While my mind lingered on such thoughts, the rest of the ride blew by. Soon enough, we were pulling into the beach parking lot.

“We’re here!” Jason exclaimed. The two of us hopped out, then circled to the back of the car to grab our things.

“I can’t believe how much food you bought,” I teased. Staring into the trunk, there were multiple bags filled with fresh fruit, bread, cheese, and more. Besides that, there were also some towels, a bottle of sunscreen, and… “Wait. I only see one bathing suit here.”

“Oh, that’s mine,” Jason said.

“What about mine?” I asked. I turned from the trunk to look back at my fiancé. There was a wicked grin on his face. Oh no.

“You know the drill,” he said matter-of-factly.

I glanced around the parking lot, suddenly on full alert. “Do I have to?” I whispered urgently.

He nodded.

I took a deep breath as I took a final survey of my surroundings. There were a few cars around, but I didn’t spot anyone nearby. It was a pretty secluded beach; most people didn’t know about it. On top of that, it was decently late in the day. The odds of running into someone else were pretty low. I spared a final glance at my fiancé, then dropped my pants to the ground.

“Good slut,” he said.

My heart fluttered at the compliment. Above all else, I was a submissive, cock-worshipping, horny bottom who did what he was told and took pleasure in satisfying superior men. I removed my pants from around my ankles, which took longer than it should’ve because of how nervous I was. Finally free of them, I bent over and scooped them off the ground, then tossed them into the back of the car. “Done,” I said proudly.

“And the shirt?”

I blushed. Not wearing pants was crazy enough, but losing the shirt too was terrifying. Keeping it on gave me a false sense of security; if anyone saw me, they might think I was wearing a light pair of khakis, or perhaps some tight, tan-colored pants. The shirt was my last protection from the fear and humiliation of being spotted.

Reluctantly, I grabbed the waist and lifted it up over my head. As I did, a gust of wind came in, filling my shirt like a sail. The breeze was warm, and it was a bit thrilling to feel it brush the more intimate parts of my body. I pulled my shirt free and tossed it into the trunk, and with it, my last semblance of modesty.

“How does it feel?” Jason asked.

“Freeing and terrifying at the same time.” I was almost completely nude now, save for my cage, my shoes, and the key hanging around my neck.

“You look hot in those sneakers,” he commented. “Something about wearing no clothes but still having a pair of shoes on really does something for me.” He grabbed his bulge and playfully gave it a shake from the outside of his pants. I could tell he was already chubbing up under the layers of clothes. He smirked, taking a step closer. He lifted the key from my chest and turned it between his fingers, examining it.

“I’m so horny, Jason,” I whispered. I kept glancing around, checking that no one was nearby. “Not just now. All the time. Constantly.”

“I know,” he replied. He let go of the key, letting it drop back to my bare chest. “Do you still like it?” he asked.

“Yes,” I confessed. The answer came before I could even consider it. “I love it. I love being in the cage.”

“Really?” he asked. His face lit up, a mix of surprise and genuine happiness.

“Really,” I stated. “It makes me feel so pathetic. It’s humiliating and degrading, and it makes me so horny and desperate and… and… I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

My fiancé couldn’t contain his smile. On top of that, he couldn’t contain his growing erection. There was a distinct print in his pants, the outline of his hard, massive cock showing through. He bit his lower lip, eyeing my naked body hungrily. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s grab all this food and hit the beach.”