Locked for Life 26 - One Year Locked 2

Everyone in this story is 18+.

With Jason’s load freshly inside me, I started working on breakfast: scrambled eggs with a side of toast. Nothing too heavy; I wanted to keep it light on account of all the fucking planned for today. Because today was officially one year since Jason proposed. One year since he locked my cock up for good.

The eggs cooked quickly, and soon enough I was serving up breakfast. I took my seat across from Jason at the kitchen table, both of us still naked after our morning quickie.

“This looks delicious,” Jason said. He accepted his plate, then proceeded to cover the entire thing in hot sauce.

“You’re ridiculous,” I teased. “I can barely see the eggs under all that!” Lucky for him, he didn’t have to worry about bottoming later. I shook my head, then squeezed a modest amount of ketchup onto the side of my plate.

“Tastes better this way,” he said through a mouthful.

I grinned, then scooped up another bite with just the right amount of ketchup on it.

Breakfast was pretty quick. The two of us scarfed down our food, filling our empty stomachs in preparation of the long day ahead of us. Once we finished, I carried our dishes over to the sink to be washed. I didn’t mind the work. It kept my mind busy. And besides, part of me felt a little turned on doing all these chores while my fiancé relaxed. Like I was his servant.

I rinsed our plates, set them onto the drying rack, then turned to join Jason back at the table. But when I saw him sitting there, chair pushed back, my jaw dropped. “How are you hard again already?”

A wicked smile formed on his face. His cock was fully erect, standing straight up. Thick. Veiny. Hairy. “Just horny, I guess. I’m sure you can relate.”

My dick throbbed involuntarily at his comment. Yeah, I knew a thing or two about being horny. Except for me, there was an entire year of denial behind it. Jason had just cum fifteen minutes ago! He had the nerve to compare us?

“Well?” Jason asked. “Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna take a seat?”

I eyed his cock hungrily. I loved how big it was. I loved the way his bush surrounded it, dense and black, complimenting his size. I loved how he dwarfed my own cock. Even before the cage, I didn’t even come close. He was in another league.

“Ride me, Grant.” It was an order.

“Yes, Jason.” I approached, then stepped over him, straddling him, facing him. I slowly lowered myself until his cock touched my hole, positioned to enter me for the second time this morning.

“Go ahead,” he whispered.

I looked down at him, watching his face as his dick slipped in. It went in easily; I was already loose from earlier, and a load of cum inside me certainly helped. I slid down his huge cock, lowering myself until I was sitting perfectly in his lap. “How’s that?” I asked.

“Perfect,” he replied.

I shimmied in place, grinding on him, feeling him deep inside me. “You feel so good, babe.” It was true. After so long without cumming, my only pleasure came from behind. My dick was useless; I’d accepted that fact long ago. It had no purpose in the bedroom, no purpose in our relationship, no purpose in our sex life beyond being a humiliating symbol of my role beneath my partner.

“So do you.” Jason placed his hands on my hips, his gentle touch sending shivers through me. He flexed his cock, making it expand slightly. He grinned as I let out a small moan, the two of us enjoying the connection. “But I didn’t ask for a cock warmer. I asked you to ride me.”

“Yes, Jason,” I said. Between the heightened state of horniness and the massive cock inside me, I could barely think straight. But if there was one thing I was sure of, it was that Jason’s pleasure came first. Always.

I raised myself up, then gradually lowered back down. I started fucking myself with his dick, rising and falling in a smooth rhythm.

“Mmm, that’s it,” he said. There was hunger in his voice. This was a good start, but he would want more soon.

I started going faster. I was constantly hovering, and I could feel my thighs begin to burn as I rode him. It was a total workout, one that would leave me sore in more ways than one.

“There you go, Grant. Ride my fat cock.”

“Mmmm, fuck. Yes, Jason.” It felt amazing. I was in total control of the pace. The angle. I ground against him, feeling his tip rub behind my dick, bringing intense pleasure each time I fell back down on his cock.

My fiancé’s hands began to migrate. They traveled upward, tracing my sides, then grazing my nipples. They lingered there, touching me gently at first, but then more firmly.

“Fuck,” I gasped. “That- ah!- that feels really good, Jason.”

“You like that?” he teased. His fingers brushed against my nipples again, focusing in on them. It was unlike anything I’d known. With my dick off limits, locked away, I thought only my ass could bring me pleasure. But his touch was like electricity, making my whole body feel fuzzy and warm.

“Yes,” I moaned. I was riding even harder now, punishing my hole with his fat cock.

Suddenly he pinched my nipples, causing me to shout. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, a perfect combination of the two. “Ride me harder, Grant. Faster. Make me cum.”

“Ah!” I shouted as he twisted them.

“Bounce on it!” Jason yelled over me.

I was going as fast as I could now. I bounced up and down on his cock, slamming my weight down onto him over and over. Moaning with pleasure, feeling him inside me, feeling his fingers pinch and twist and play with my nipples. It was overwhelming.

“Keep going, Grant. Fuck, it feels so good. Serve your purpose. Make me cum.”

I kept on bouncing. He was so big. So deep. I was jealous of his size, of his freedom, of his ability to cum when I couldn’t. Precum leaked out of me, dripping onto Jason’s stomach, the extent of what my small dick could do in its pathetic state.

“AH!”

Jason shouted, pinching hard as he bucked his hips. His cock throbbed inside me, pumping out his second load of the day. His body shook underneath me, wobbling the chair, filling my guts with cum.

“Fuck, Jason,” I breathed. I bit my lower lip and took it, riding him until he was finished with me.

“Holy fuck,” he said. His grip finally released my sore nipples. “Ten out of ten on the riding.” He grinned, then helped lift me off him. “Come here, Grant. Turn around and bend over for me.”

I did as asked, leaning over the table and presenting my wrecked ass. I felt him spread my cheeks wide, inspecting my hole.

“Fuuuck,” Jason whispered. “I can’t wait to see how messy this gets by the end of the day.”

“Me neither,” I said. I was wiped out from riding, but the idea of getting fucked even more later excited me. Today was going to be wild.

“Wait here,” Jason ordered. I remained bent over across the kitchen table while he went to retrieve the permanent marker. Once back, he uncapped it and drew another streak across my right asscheek. “Load number two,” he said proudly.