Locked for Life 21 - Bachelor Party Weekend 6

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Bobby’s cum made for surprisingly good lube. Jason forced his cock inside me, and despite his size, he met little resistance.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped as he bottomed out inside me. Good lube, yes, but I was still being stretched to the max.

“Ready for your second load of the weekend?” my fiancé teased.

“Yes,” I muttered.

Off to the side, Bobby was still recovering from yet another ruined orgasm. He was kneeling in the grass, horny and frustrated. His dick had deflated. It was no longer straining in its cage, though that didn’t make him any less turned on by the whole situation. If anything, he was only more desperate now.

His boyfriend Eric stood by him, his phone out. “Smile for the camera!” he said to us. “It’s your bachelor party, after all. I want to capture the moment for both of you!”

My head was already turned toward him, but instead of smiling, I was moaning as my fiancé railed me.

Jason wasted no time letting me warm up. My ass was his, and he simply had at it. He held me by the hips, thrusting mercilessly from the start, slamming into my backside over and over again. My body lurched forward with each thrust, leaving my useless caged dick to swing wildly between my legs. I was in heaven.

“That feels sooo good,” I moaned.

Every sensation was heightened for me. Ten months straight of denial will do that for you. I could feel the length of his dick sliding in and out of me, every inch needing to ram through my hole to enter. My hole itself welcomed the feeling, a warm pleasure radiating from it.

Inside me, his cock went deep. Each time he thrusted forward made me feel full, the sheer volume of his cock threatening to overwhelm me. I should be used to this by now, but it was all I could do to shut up and take it.

We were loud and messy and wet. Every thrust echoed through the clearing, both from my moans and the sound of Jason clapping my cheeks. Bobby’s cum was getting churned up by my fiancé’s dick, getting whipped into a frothy, creamy mess. It squished and sloshed and leaked from my hole, the sound of Jason’s dick plunging in and out of that mess filling my ears.

Eric was still recording us with his phone. He held it in one hand, grinning at the video on his screen. His other hand worked on the front of his pants, undoing the button and zipper before sliding them down his thighs. A second later, his dick was out.

It shocked me every time I saw it. Eric had the biggest cock I’d ever seen. He was bigger than Jason, bigger than Bobby, bigger than… well, bigger than my dick before it was locked away forever. Eric held his cock in his hand and stroked himself, all the while continuing to record us.

Bobby remained by Eric’s side in the grass, already growing hard again. Or at least trying to. His dick was held back by the cage, a sight that matched my own straining dick.

I stood there, bent over, getting fucked mercilessly. Precum leaked from my cage, dripping and swinging wildly, covering my inner thighs. My hole was being destroyed by my fiancé. And I was loving it. The humiliation of being recorded. The thrill of being naked in the outdoors. The physical pleasure that came from Jason’s cock slamming into my ass repeatedly.

“Eric!” Jason called without missing a beat. “Why don’t you join in? Grant’s got another hole to fill.” My fiancé grabbed me by the hair, tilting my head back and presenting my face to our friend.

“Great idea,” Eric said with a smirk. “Bobby, take over here.” He handed his boyfriend the phone, putting him in charge of recording the show. Then he walked over, ready to shove his cock into my mouth.

I was the fucktoy. Bobby was the camera man. The situation was degrading for the both of us. We belonged to our partners, to be used and embarrassed and teased at their whims. As long as they were getting off, it didn’t matter what happened to us.

I was used to the concept. The idea of being locked, meant only to serve. It only made me hornier to be in this kind of a dynamic. For a while, I thought Bobby and Eric’s relationship was different. But after yesterday, I was beginning to realize that Bobby and I were more similar than I had thought.

All of this ran through my mind as Eric approached. He took his final step, now standing over me, his cock inches from my face. “Open wide,” he ordered.

I gladly obeyed. His cock filled my mouth, stifling my moans as Jason kept on fucking me. My ass was wet and sloppy, totally loose from the relentless pounding I was taking.

“Fuck, Grant,” Jason grunted between thrusts. “I’m getting close.”

“Fill his ass,” Eric said.

All I could do was moan in response.

Jason and Eric leaned over my naked body, fucking me from both ends, then kissed. I was stuck in the middle, a spitroast between my fiancé and one of our best friends. They thrusted into me, sliding me back and forth on both of their cocks, using me like a cocksleeve while they made out. While Bobby watched, horny and unable to do anything about it.

Up above, their moans were getting louder. Especially Jason. He and Eric parted lips, then he grabbed on tight to my hips as he prepared to finish inside me.

“MmMmmMM!” I moaned. My body lurched back and forth as he rammed into me. Every thrust brought him closer to the edge. He was going to cum.

“Fuck!” Jason finally grunted. “Ohhh fuuUuUck.” His hands squeezed my waist. His thrusts became short and quick, milking out every last drop, his swollen cock pulsing inside me. I could feel him throbbing, shooting cum inside, adding to the mess left from Bobby’s load.

“Fuck yeah,” Eric said, his cock still in my mouth.

Jason pulled out, leaving my ass gaping. “Fuck, that was amazing,” he said. He wiped his dick across my asscheek and left a trail of cum behind.

My second load of the weekend - third, if you counted Bobby’s ruined load that we used for lube. It was so satisfying to know I had made Jason cum. To know his load was inside me. Not to mention how good it felt to be fucked like that.

Jason stepped away, then walked over to Bobby, who was still in charge of the video. “I’ll take that,” my fiancé said. “You’re needed over there.”

Bobby nodded. “Yes, Jason,” he muttered. Then he came over by me and Eric. Except Eric was finished with my mouth and had settled in right behind me. It was time for another round of fucking.

“I want you underneath us,” Eric commanded his boyfriend. “You’re gonna be licking between my cock and Grant’s ass while we fuck.”