Locked for Life 25 - One Year Locked

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee brewing. I sat up and stretched my arms above my head, letting out a yawn. Then I rolled out of bed, completely naked, and stumbled to the kitchen.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Jason said. He greeted me with a steaming cup of coffee, which I gladly accepted.

“Morning, love,” I replied.

“Do you know what today is?” he asked. He was leaning against the counter, sipping his own mug. My fiancé was in his underwear, and his bulge was clearly outlined by the daylight coming in through our apartment window. His huge, perfect, mouthwatering bulge.

I tilted my head, confused by the question. “Sunday?” I leaned against the opposing wall and put my lips to the mug. Steam hit my face, and even touching the rim of the mug was too hot for me.

“Well, yes,” Jason chuckled. “But it’s also officially one year since you’ve been locked!”

“Wait, really?” I asked.

“Really,” he replied affirmatively.

I couldn’t believe it. I had spent an entire year in the cage. A whole year locked. No breaks, no days off, and not a single orgasm to show for it. In that span, I’d helped Jason get off more times than I could count. Hell, I’d even helped Bobby and Eric cum a few times too. Different scenes ran through my mind, each one a special memory.

There was one in particular that stuck out to me. It was from a year ago today, when Jason proposed. A blowjob that rocked me to my core. The last orgasm I’d ever have.

My dick began to chub up, filling the interior of the cage. I was used to the feeling by now. With it came a heightened sense of arousal that never really went away. It came in waves, but even in my most relaxed moments I was still so. fucking. horny.

“Don’t you want to know what I have planned?” Jason asked.

“Of course,” I said eagerly. Hearing my fiancé’s words, the cage suddenly felt even tighter. I was surprised my dick still knew how to get hard after all this time.

He grinned. “I know how much you love getting fucked, Grant.” He turned and placed his mug on the counter before he continued. “It’s the only real pleasure you can get these days, right? You know… since I’ve locked your dick up for good?”

I nodded enthusiastically. The teasing was too much for me. My dick throbbed, so desperate for Jason’s touch, for any sort of release. But the only pleasure I’d be receiving today was from my ass. Not from my pathetic, locked cock.

“Well, since it’s a special occasion, I figured we should try something different. Wanna see how many times I can cum inside you in one day?”

My heart started to race. “That sounds incredible!”

“I knew you’d like the idea,” Jason said. He looked very pleased with himself. It was as evident on his face as it was down below. His bulge was already growing in his boxer-briefs; a stunning sight, considering he was already bigger than me when soft.

I put my coffee to my lips again, but I was still unable to drink it. “Ah! Too hot,” I said, placing it down on the counter. “It needs to cool for a bit.”

Jason smirked, shoving a hand into his underwear. “Why don’t we get started with round one, then?”

“I’d love that,” I replied.

A minute later I was bent over the countertop, ass out. Jason stood directly behind me, his massive cock lubed up and ready to go.

“Oh!” I said as he entered me. His dick pressed forward, pushing into my hole.

“Mmmm,” Jason hummed. “There’s nothing quite like getting some ass in the morning. Not that you’d know,” he teased.

With my hands on the counter, I pushed back against him and forced his dick further inside. “Nothing quite like getting some dick in the morning,” I replied cheekily. “Not that you’d know.”

“Is that so?” Jason asked. Then he thrusted forward.

“AH!” I hollered. The rest of his dick rammed straight into me, stretching me open in one swift motion.

“Fuuuck, Grant. Your ass always feels so good.”

“Mhm,” I grunted with a nod, still recovering from the sudden insertion.

“What’s the matter?” he taunted. He drew his hips back, dragging his huge cock most of the way out. “Can’t handle it?” He bucked his hips, slamming into me again.

“I just- mmf- need to warm up a bit.” I bit my lower lip and groaned, trying desperately to relax my hole.

“Sorry, babe. We don’t have time for that; we’ve got a record to set.” With that, he pulled back and rammed into me again. My elbows buckled and I collapsed on the counter, touching it with my bare chest.

“Yes, Jason,” I muttered. “Whatever you say.” I submitted to him fully. My ass was going to take a pounding today, so I might as well get up to speed.

Jason started thrusting with a consistent pace. He pinned me to the counter, pressing his body to mine, ramming his dick in and out of my hole. And I was grateful that he did. Pretty quickly the overwhelming feeling faded, giving way to a much better sensation.

“Ohhh fuck,” I moaned. My body lurched forward with every thrust, pressed against the countertop, my skin touching the cool surface. His dick slammed into me again and again without resistance. There was no pain or stretching anymore. Only pleasure. The intense, primal pleasure of getting fucked raw by my fiancé’s massive cock.

“Having fun?” Jason said between thrusts.

“Fuck yes,” I exhaled.

The fucking continued, then suddenly Jason reached around and grabbed me by the balls. I gasped at his unexpected touch, then whimpered as he began to squeeze them. He held them with a firm grip, grasping them tightly.

“Mmmm. These balls are so full. Remember when I used to let you cum?” he taunted. “Do you even remember what it feels like?”

My face flushed with shame. “No,” I confessed.

“That’s crazy,” he replied. “It feels amazing.”

“I bet,” I whispered.

Jason continued fucking me, his thick cock running in and out of my now-loose hole. “I get to cum *all the time*,” he said mockingly. “Whenever I want, as often as I want.” His grip on my balls got even tighter. “What about you?”

I whimpered again, feeling confused and horny and desperate all at once. My ass felt amazing, but my balls ached from the pressure. I was receiving mixed signals, not knowing what to feel or how to react.

“Hmm?” Jason pressed, squeezing even harder still.

“I don't get to cum,” I said softly.

“And why is that?”

“Because my job is to make you cum.”

“Exactly.” He finally let go. I sighed with relief, but that was short-lived. Jason placed his hands on my waist and tugged me backwards, slamming his hips into me. From that point on, it was a race to the finish.

“Oh fuck, Jason!” I cried out. He was breeding my ass, plain and simple, and I was loving every second of it. “Don’t stop!”

“You want my cum, slut?” he spat.

“Yes!” I shouted. God, it felt so good to be dicked down this early in the morning. His dick pounded my insides, ramming straight through my sloppy, loosened hole.

“Let me hear you beg for it.”

“Oh, please!” I yelled. “Please cum in me, babe!” I felt every inch of his thick cock, pounding me repeatedly. It was nonstop.

I heard him grunt loudly, then felt him ram his cock forward as he pressed my body tight against the kitchen counter. I was pinned in place. He bucked his hips again, and I felt his cock throbbing inside me. “Fuuuck,” Jason muttered. He wrapped his arms around my stomach. He was fully inside me now, thrusting softly as his dick continued to pulse, shooting his load into me.

My balls ached, longing to be drained. My dick leaked onto the tile floor below, clear and sticky liquid running out of the tip of the cage. But that was the only sort of release I’d be getting. Today and forever.

“Fuck, that was good.” Jason pulled out, leaving me gaping. “Don’t lose that load!” he teased. “We’re gonna get you pumped full of cum today!”

My fiancé slapped my ass playfully as he walked past me, heading straight for the junk drawer. It was filled with all kinds of stuff that didn’t really belong elsewhere: pens, pencils, takeout menus… you get the idea. Jason pulled the drawer open and started to sift through the mess.

“This is gonna be a fun day,” I said. Knowing just how much Jason was capable of, I knew I had my work cut out for me. This wasn’t going to be a two- or three-load kind of day. We were going hard. We were going for a record.

“Ah, here it is,” Jason said after a moment. He shut the drawer, then returned with a permanent marker.

“What’s that for?” I asked, looking back at him over my shoulder.

“Tallies,” he said with a grin. I watched as he uncapped it, then drew a line directly on my right asscheek. “One down, who knows how many more to go!”