Locked for Life 17 - Bachelor Party Weekend 2

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I walked into the cabin with Bobby, both of us fully naked. We weren’t allowed clothes for the weekend, something our partners had just sprung on us minutes ago.

“There you two are!” Eric said from the couch. Bobby’s boyfriend had his feet up with a beer in hand. My fiancé, Jason, sat next to him. “Get in here! We were starting to get bored all by ourselves.”

We dropped off the bags we were carrying, then went into the living room area to join them. I felt so exposed as I stood there in front of them, completely naked save for the cage. Bobby had it worse, looking completely embarrassed and unable to hide his boner.

“What should we do first?” Jason asked. But he wasn’t addressing Bobby and me. Only Eric.

Eric grinned. “I could use a little entertainment. Why don’t we let them play a little bit?”

They spoke about us like we weren’t even there. It was humiliating. Degrading. And it made me so fucking horny.

“Now there’s an idea,” my fiancé replied. He turned his attention back to us. “You two can start by kissing. Keep those hands above the waist unless I say otherwise.”

I looked at Bobby. We were both so horny, so desperate.

He nodded.

I closed my eyes and leaned in.

Our lips met.

Bobby grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me hard. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I let it in, feeling it brush against my own. I ran my hands through his hair, tugging on it, feeling him, wanting him. I didn’t care that Jason and Eric were watching. Or maybe I did, and that made it even more exciting. Naked and on display for our partners.

Our bodies pressed together, skin against skin. Bobby’s hard cock touched my caged one, reminding me of my place. We were in this together, but I was still at the bottom of this four-tiered hierarchy. Jason and Eric shared the top spot, then came Bobby, then me. The submissive, caged slut who wasn’t allowed to cum.

I was lost in my thoughts, passionately kissing my friend, when Jason spoke again. “Touch each other’s asses,” he said.

Bobby’s hand immediately grabbed my cheeks. He squeezed them, pulled them apart, toyed with them. I kept one hand in his hair, but squeezed his ass back with the other. My dick was desperately trying to break free, filling the cage as it swelled up. Precum leaked out, sticky and viscous, clinging to Bobby’s leg.

“Mmm,” Eric said. “On your knees, Bobby.”

His boyfriend immediately obeyed. He broke the kiss and dropped to the floor, leaving me panting.

“That’s it. Now lick Grant’s balls,” he ordered.

My heart fluttered. This was more attention than my dick ever got. Bobby looked up at me from his knees, then buried his face into my balls. He lapped at them, licking them, dragging his tongue across them. He licked the cage, tasting my precum. It drove me wild to be so close to pleasure, yet so far. A sliver of a real blowjob, a tease to further humiliate me. I wasn’t going to receive a real blowjob though. Those were reserved for Eric and Jason. Maybe Bobby, if our partners allowed it.

“It feels so good,” I whispered. I ran my fingers through his thick hair as I closed my eyes, imagining what it might feel like to have his lips wrapped around my cock.

“Somebody’s desperate,” Jason teased.

“I’m sooo horny,” I replied. I glanced towards them, sitting on the couch as they enjoyed the show. I realized that I enjoyed it too, even if it was at my own expense.

“Good,” Jason replied. He unzipped his pants, pulling out his fat cock. He started to stroke himself slowly as he watched. Next to him, Eric did the same.

I felt Bobby’s tongue graze my nuts again, causing me to shudder.

“Switch places,” Jason said.

The two of us were so horny, so eager to obey. Bobby quickly rose to his feet and I dropped to my knees, ready to pleasure him. At least he’d get to enjoy it more than I did.

“Grant, lick Bobby’s balls while you jerk him off,” Eric added.

I didn’t need to be told twice. My hand shot up and grabbed his hard cock. I began to stroke him, then I stuck my tongue out and licked his balls. I couldn’t think of a more degrading situation than this.

He moaned softly as I jerked his cock, burying myself in between his legs, pressing his nuts against my face. His hand reached for the back of my head, then he pushed me further.

“Keep going,” Eric said. “I wanna see my boyfriend cum.

“Oh fuck, Grant. It feels so good,” Bobby said. He was breathing faster, thrusting his hips forward and backward. Getting closer by the second.

“Make sure he cums on your face,” Jason commented. He was still steadily stroking himself, same as Eric next to him. Both enjoying the show, pleasuring themselves, but nowhere near ready to blow their own loads. We were purely acting for their entertainment now.

I grunted affirmatively, then reluctantly pulled myself away from Bobby’s balls. I had my face positioned under his cock, ready to get plastered by his load.

“Oh fuck, Grant. I’m almost there!” Bobby moaned, still thrusting into my hand. I jerked him faster, ignoring the burning muscles in my arm. I was going to make him cum.

“Just- a little- more!” Bobby grunted. “Yes, fuck yes, I’m gonna-”

“Let his dick go, Grant.” Eric’s voice.

I obeyed, releasing my grip.

Bobby was shocked. As was I. He tried to hold it back, but it was too late. “Please,” he begged softly. But there was nothing either of us could do. His dick twitched a few more times as he tried to resist, but he was already beyond the point of no return. Then, slowly, the cum poured out of him.

I stayed in place, letting it fall onto my face in a sad, steady stream. There was no pleasure driving this orgasm. Poor Bobby watched helplessly as his dick throbbed, untouched, spilling out his load.