Locked for Life 28 - One Year Locked 4

Everyone in this story is 18+. “Where are we going?” I asked. After the shower, Jason rushed us out of the apartment and down to the car. I

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“Where are we going?” I asked. After the shower, Jason rushed us out of the apartment and down to the car. I had no idea what he had planned; all I knew was that he demanded I wear a jockstrap, shove a butt plug up my ass, and bring the permanent marker with me.

“You’ll see,” he replied. His eyes were on the road, but I could see the mischief on his face.

A short drive later, Jason pulled into the parking lot of our local supermarket. “This is where you’re taking me?” I asked.

“This is just our first stop. We’re picking up snacks for our picnic at the beach.”

“A picnic?” I perked up at that. A picnic actually sounded fun! Not that getting my back blown out all day wasn’t fun. But it did seem like a change of pace.

Jason led me inside, ignoring my questions of whether he had a list or what kind of food we should buy. My confusion only increased as we walked directly down the center of the store, headed straight towards the back.

“Uhhh, Earth to Jason! The food is back that way!”

My fiancé turned to me, showing that eager, devilish look he got when he was about to spring one of his crazy plots on me. “Still got that marker, Grant?”

My heart fluttered. “Yes…”

“Come with me.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me along as we continued walking. I glanced around, checking to see if anyone was watching us, but it seemed everyone was too busy shopping to bat an eye at two guys holding hands. If only they knew what Jason was about to do to me.

At the back of the store, he pulled open a door and led us into a small public bathroom. It had two stalls and a urinal, all fortunately unoccupied.

“What are we doing here?” I whispered.

“Oh, Grant. Surely you’ve caught on by now.” My fiancé put his hand on my lower back and gently pushed me forward towards the nearest stall.

I could feel my dick growing in its cage. Despite my hesitance, and despite playing dumb, I knew exactly what we were doing here.

Jason followed me into the cramped stall, then locked the door behind us. There was hardly enough space for us both to stand, and anyone who walked in would clearly see two pairs of legs. My heart was pounding in my chest.

“Take your clothes off, Grant.”

“What?!” I said a little too loudly.

He grinned in response. “I wanna fuck you, so take your clothes off.” He said it so matter-of-factly.

“Can’t I just drop my pants to my ankles? Why do I need to get naked?”

“Because it’s more fun that way.”

“And what about you?” I asked, stalling for time more than anything else.

Jason shook his head, smiling ear to ear. “Just you.”

I gulped, then nodded. “Okay,” I whispered in defeat. I began to undo the button on my pants, but my nerves caused my hands to tremble. It took a few tries before I could get it right. I pulled down the zipper, then swiftly dropped my pants to the ground.

“Mmm,” Jason said. He grabbed my ass and gave it a firm squeeze. “Keep going.”

I kicked off my shoes so I could remove the pants from around my ankles. Next came my shirt. I lifted it up over my head, not caring that it turned inside-out in the process. I tossed it to the floor along with my pants and shoes, all of which were now just as visible as our legs under the stall. I stood before my fiancé in nothing but a jockstrap and a pair of white ankle socks.

“Now what?” I asked quietly.

“Now we fuck,” he replied. He undid his pants and lowered the front of them, letting his cock flop out. It wasn’t fully hard yet, but it was growing right in front of my eyes.

I turned around, facing the back of the stall and arching my back, presenting my ass to him. “I’m ready,” I told him.

“That’s a good slut,” he said, sounding pleased. Next, Jason reached forward and tugged on the butt plug. I gasped as it slipped out of me, causing my body to shudder. He dropped it onto the pile of clothes, then returned his attention to me. He spread my cheeks with his hands, inspecting my hole and the damage done to it so far. I could tell without seeing it that it was wet and loose; three loads of cum and a huge butt plug will do that to you. “You’re gonna have to try and stay quiet for me, got it, Grant? I can’t have us getting caught in here.”

“Yes, Jason,” I breathed. I braced myself, putting my hands against the back wall and sticking my ass out further.

He stepped in close, tracing his fingers gently across my skin. His touch sent shivers through my spine. Then he bounced his cock on my ass, slapping it playfully as he got ready to fuck me for the fourth time today. The anticipation built as I heard him spit onto his fat cock.

The tip pressed against my hole. His dick was wet from the saliva, and my ass was filled with his cum. The combination made for an easy entry, and Jason slipped inside me like it was nothing.

“Fuck!” I half whispered.

“Shh!” he said urgently. Jason’s hand went right to my mouth, covering it up tight. “If you can’t stay quiet, I’ll have to make you.”

I nodded in response, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled his hips back and rammed into me forcefully. I moaned into his hand once more, proving to him that I couldn’t be trusted. “I said quiet, slut.” Jason bucked his hips again. And again. He was fucking me hard, and though I tried, I couldn’t help but make more noise. Each time he pounded my ass I moaned desperately, my voice stifled by his hand.

“MmMmmMmfff!” The pace was getting faster. My knees felt weak. My hole ached with a mix of pain and pleasure, sore from all the fucking in the best kind of way. And above it all, my dick was bursting at the seams of the cage. It swelled more than it ever had, pushing with all its might against the inside walls. Desperate to be free. Desperate to be milked just this once.

All this time - a whole year later - and my dick still had a mind of its own. It still thought there was a chance of getting hard ever again, a chance of being unlocked and allowed to cum.

Jason continued fucking me, mostly silent save for the occasional grunt. The full length of his cock ran through my hole over and over, punching deep inside me with every thrust. It felt so fucking good.

“Grant,” he whispered, interrupting my thoughts. “I’m gonna pump you full of cum.”

“Mmmmf!” I responded.

Then he kicked it into high gear. My fiancé’s cock pushed into me once, twice, three times, and then I felt him explode inside me. “Fuck!” he muttered as he stuffed himself deeper and began to unload. His cock spasmed, throbbing and spraying his cum in my ass. I moaned with pleasure, savoring the sensation of Jason’s giant dick filling me up.

He finally let his hand drop as the two of us gasped for air. His dick was still inside me. He slowly pulled it out, careful not to waste a drop, then he bent down and grabbed the butt plug. He shoved it in with a satisfying pop, plugging me back up to keep all that cum inside me.

“Jason,” I mumbled, still catching my breath.

“You’re a lucky slut,” he teased. He bent down and sifted through my pant pockets, coming up with the permanent marker a moment later. “I can’t remember the last time I came four times in one day!”

Still facing the wall, I watched over my shoulder as Jason uncapped the marker and added another tally to my ass. Four loads in one day. It was a miracle I was still walking. My hole hummed with a warm, fulfilling feeling, radiating pleasure throughout my body. In the front, my jockstrap was fully soaked with all the precum I had been leaking.

“I can’t believe it,” I told him. “Four times! This was such an amazing present.” Then I turned around and kissed him.

Jason chuckled as we kissed. Gosh, he was so cute. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it so far,” he said once we parted lips. There was a handsome, devilish grin on his face.

I stared back at him, my mouth wide open in disbelief. “So far?”