Locked for Life 18 - Bachelor Party Weekend 3

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I remained on my knees, my face covered in Bobby’s cum. The poor guy just experienced a ruined orgasm by my own hand. Well, it was his boyfriend’s decision, but I was the one who did it. His dick was starting to go soft now, deflating without getting to experience the pleasure of release. Something I could relate to very well.

Jason and Eric were clearly enjoying themselves, stroking their dicks as they sat on the couch and watched. They looked pleased with the performance they had orchestrated, leaving me horny as ever and leaving Bobby denied a true orgasm.

“That was so fucking hot,” Jason said.

“Thanks,” Eric replied. “That’s a little something Bobby and I love to do. Isn’t that right, Bobby?”

He nodded, his cheeks red from embarrassment. “Yes, babe,” he muttered.

Fuck. I had no idea. I assumed that being caged meant I was alone at the bottom of the pyramid. The most pathetic, the lowest rank, never allowed to cum, only meant to pleasure others. I didn’t realize Bobby and I were on the same level, just in different ways.

“Grant,” my fiancé said, “can you grab my bag? I packed a little gift for Bobby and Eric.”

“Of course,” I replied. I went to stand, but he stopped me.

“Wait. Don’t walk. Crawl.”

“Yes, Jason,” I whispered. My dick tried so hard to get erect, threatening to break free from the cage. But as always, the cage was stronger. It felt a lot tighter as I crawled over to the bags, my face covered in cum, burning hot with humiliation.

“Fuuuck, he’s got a nice ass,” Eric commented. “I’d like a piece of that.”

The two of them made me feel so pathetic, so degraded. I was hornier than ever, loving every second of it despite myself. I retrieved the bag, then crawled back over to the couch and delivered it to my fiancé. He smiled as he accepted it, then unzipped the bag and started to dig through it.

He found what he was looking for a moment later. A small box, neatly wrapped. A gift. He handed it to Eric.

Eric put his hands up, declining. “Let Bobby open it,” he said with a grin.

Jason nodded, then held the box toward Bobby. The poor guy, his dick now totally soft, stepped forward and accepted. He looked towards his boyfriend.

Eric nodded.

Bobby ripped the wrapping paper off, then carefully opened the box. His jaw dropped as he saw what was inside. He turned towards me, then tipped the box in my direction, showing me what he saw. A chastity cage. Small, black, plastic. The same one as mine.

My jaw dropped in turn, then I glanced at our partners. They looked more than pleased with themselves.

“Grant,” Jason said. “You’re intimately familiar with how that thing works. Why don’t you help Bobby put it on?”

I was too stunned to speak. I looked toward Bobby, who was pink in the face. We had just discussed this earlier. We knew it was a possibility. But now it was really happening.

“Go ahead,” Bobby whispered.

Still on my knees, I edged closer and lifted the cage out of the box. I shook my head in disbelief. At least when Jason caged me, he let me have a real orgasm first. An amazing blowjob, the best I’d ever had. Poor Bobby had to live with the memory of a ruined orgasm instead. I could only hope that he wasn’t going to be permanently locked like I was. That maybe Eric would have a little mercy on him.

I took his soft dick into my hand. I slid the base ring on first, then the cage. It fit snugly, perfectly packaging everything. I turned the key in the lock, then looked over to the couch for approval. Eric stuck out his hand, so I crawled over and dropped the key into his palm. Just like that, there were two locked subs now.

“How do you feel, Bobby?” Eric asked. He still gripped his huge cock, idly stroking himself. Both him and Jason, casually showing off that they were free, in charge, while the two of us were locked.

“I feel… horny,” he replied. “I know I just came, but I’m sooo horny still.”

“Mmmm. Perfect. Just how I like you,” Eric said.

“For how long?” Bobby asked sheepishly.

“For as long as I want. Though if you show some initiative, I might be a little more generous than Jason is with Grant.”

At that, Bobby dropped to his knees in front of his boyfriend. He didn’t have months of denial behind him. He wasn’t as horny as I was. But he was newly locked, and he was desperate. “What can I do for you?” he pleaded.

Eric smiled. “You can start by sucking Jason’s cock.”

Bobby turned from his boyfriend to my fiancé, then crawled over towards Jason. As he did, I noticed he was already growing hard again. Or at least trying to.

“You know what to do, Grant,” my fiancé said to me.

I nodded, then made my way towards Eric. I eyed his massive cock, impressively even bigger than Jason’s. Bobby and I looked at each other, smiled, then got to work. Our dicks didn’t matter anymore. There were more important things at hand.

I hungrily took Eric’s cock into my mouth, his boyfriend’s cum still all over my face. After sucking for a few seconds, he tugged on my hair and pulled me off. I looked at him questioningly, but soon understood as he wiped his wet dick across my face. He swiped the cum towards my mouth, then shoved his cock back inside me. I gladly accepted it, savoring the taste of Bobby’s last orgasm. He repeated this until my face was mostly cleaned up, the load now swallowed.

The room was quiet, save for the sound of slurping and sucking, along with the occasional moan. Day one, and we were already horny, desperate messes. This was going to be a perfect bachelor party.