Locked for Life 23 - Bachelor Party Weekend 8

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The hike was truly beautiful. The trees thinned as we climbed, giving way to the gorgeous landscape below. The sun was near its peak, illuminating the mountains and providing some much-needed warmth, considering Bobby and I were still completely nude.

Two fresh loads of cum remained in my ass. One from Jason, one from Eric. Bobby’s own cum had been used as lube, so I guess you could say there were three loads inside me now. I didn’t really care, as long as the boys continued to use me for their pleasure.

We came to a rest in a rocky area, the sun beating down on us. There was plenty of sunscreen to go around, especially important for a couple of nude locked boys.

“Water?” Eric asked, extending the bottle towards Bobby and me.

“Yes, please!” Bobby said. He was sweating bullets, as was I. He gladly accepted the water, chugging faster than he probably should have. I watched half the bottle disappear before he halted, then handed it to me.

I took a long drink, savoring the refreshing chill of the water. All the fucking aside, this really was a serious climb.

“What do you think?” Jason asked Eric. Vague as always, those two. “Is this a good spot?”

“I’d say so,” Eric replied. He dug into his pocket, pulling out the key to Bobby’s locked dick. “Come here, babe.”

Bobby hurried over, eager for the chance to be unlocked.

“You guys know that Jason and I planned this whole day. The hike, the fucking… all of it. Well, lucky for you two, we decided Bobby should get to fuck Grant too.” Eric put the key into the lock, grinning at the power he held over his boyfriend. “What do you say?” he asked.

Bobby could hardly contain his excitement. His dick was already swelling up, held back by a cage that might just be removed soon. “Yes,” he said, nodding furiously. “I’d love that.”

“Hmmm,” Eric said. He dragged it out, teasing his boyfriend, not yet turning the key. “Jason, you still on board? Should Bobby get to fuck your fiancé?”

Jason chuckled. “It’s the least he deserves, poor guy. Two ruined orgasms in a row? I’d say Bobby’s due for some fun.”

“Mmm, fair enough,” Eric replied. “Grant? It’s your ass, after all. Even if Jason owns it.”

I looked toward Bobby, who seemed extremely desperate. “Please,” he mouthed.

I almost said no, just for the hell of it. If I could go ten months without a single orgasm, he could stay caged for a little longer. But I was horny. I wanted dick, any dick, as much as I could get. As desperate as Bobby was to be free, I was even more desperate to be fucked. I guess that’s what the cage does to you. It rewires your brain until one day, you don’t even want to be unlocked anymore. You don’t want to cum. You simply want other men to cum inside you instead.

“Let’s do it,” I said.

Bobby let out a sigh of relief.

Eric turned the key, then carefully removed the cage from his boyfriend’s swollen cock. It immediately grew, standing at full size not a moment later. Bobby was nowhere near Jason or Eric’s size, but it would do. I wasn’t one to complain when it came to getting dicked down.

“So, uh… how should we do this?” Bobby asked.

Oh Bobby. He really was a hopeless sub, just like me. Presented with the opportunity to do whatever he wanted to me, and he still couldn’t take charge. I suppose I couldn’t blame him. I was the same way.

“However you want,” I replied. I was just excited to receive another load.

He stepped closer, gingerly touching my naked body. He turned me around so that my back was to him.

“Five minutes on the clock!” Jason shouted.

“Oh fuck. Sorry about this,” Bobby whispered. Then he forced his cock inside me.

“Mmmm, that’s it.” I backed my ass onto him, letting him slip inside without any resistance at all. I didn’t gasp or moan from the initial penetration. Jason and Eric had already loosened me plenty, and there was no way a dick like Bobby’s was going to give me a hard time now.

“Ahhh,” he sighed. “This is amazing. I never get to fuck like this.” He was thrusting into my wrecked hole, gliding in and out, aided by the previous loads of cum.

“Don’t stop,” I said. “Just like that.” He was gentle in a way that Jason and Eric weren’t. He made me feel such pleasure, pushing his dick into me, those steady strokes rubbing against my insides and making me want him more.

“You feel so good,” he whispered.

“Four minutes!” Jason called.

“I don’t want this to end,” I moaned. Only four minutes left? Bobby better hurry up if he wants to finish inside me.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in close. His dick pushed deeper; not nearly as deep as the others, but it still felt amazing. He was grinding against me, his hips to my ass, fucking me as deeply as he could. I could’ve stayed like that forever.

“Three minutes!”

Fuck. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, as was I. It was a rare occasion that he got to do anything but bottom. But he needed to hurry up. There wasn’t a lot of time left. “Make it quick, Bobby,” I said.

“I know,” he said in my ear, still holding me, still sensually fucking me. It felt incredible, but we didn’t have the time.

“Fuck me as hard as you want,” I said. “I can take it, I promise.”

“Okay,” he whispered.

“Two minutes now!” Jason called.

“Sorry about this,” Bobby said. He forcibly bent me over, then placed his hand on the small of my back. He got up on his toes and starting pounding me, fucking way harder than I thought he was capable of doing.

“Oh fuck! That’s it!” I shouted.

“It feels- so- good!” He thrusted into me again and again, desperate to finish inside me before the clock ran out.

I told him I could take it, but damn, my ass was sore. I had taken two massive cocks earlier today, their huge loads both dumped inside me. And now, each thrust from Bobby rammed into my hole, enhancing that soreness. It was a struggle, but I needed to keep it together for him.

“Are you close?” I asked.

“Not yet,” he replied. He was trying so hard, but I guess the ruined orgasm earlier really boosted his stamina. Stamina that, at the moment, was working against him.

“One more minute!” my fiancé said.

“Oh fuck,” Bobby muttered.

“Do what you have to do,” I said.

He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me like a rabbit. Quick, hard strokes. As fast as he could go. In. Out. In. Out.

“Cum in me,” I pleaded.

“Thirty seconds!”

“Fuuuuck, I’m not gonna make it.”

“Please!” I begged.

“Oh fuck! Fuck!” Bobby was banging me hard. Like, really hard. His fingers dug into my sides, gripping me, pulling me into him over and over again. His cock wrecked my hole, further expanding on the damage done by Jason and Eric.

“Ten.”

“I’m not gonna make it!” Bobby said.

“Nine.”

“Fuck, I’m so close!”

“Eight.”

I was practically falling over. I was only standing because Bobby held me up as he fucked my brains out.

“Seven.”

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna! Ohhhh fuuuuck!” Bobby rammed forward and buried his cock inside me.

“Yes!” I shouted in response.

Bobby clung to me, bucking his hips and shooting his load. He grunted. I moaned. The two of us were connected, and I could feel his cock throbbing inside me.

“Fuuuck, Grant,” Bobby whispered. He kept his dick in me still, gently thrusting, edging out every last bit of pleasure.

“Time’s up!” Jason called. “Great show, you two! And a good warm-up for the main act.” He grinned, grabbing onto the growing bulge in his pants. Eric was similarly pitching a tent.

Bobby reluctantly pulled out, spent from the effort, leaving a third load inside me.

I stared at Jason, my mouth open wide. “You can’t be serious,” I said. My hole was thoroughly wrecked. My ass was so sore. I got fucked three times today! And now he was telling me there was more?