Locked for Life 12 - A quickie before work

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Three months. Three months since my fiancé proposed, locking my cock up forever. In some ways, I couldn’t be happier. Jason and I were closer than ever, and our relationship had only gotten stronger since then. And the sex was great. Fantastic, even. Sure, I wasn’t allowed to cum. But being in a constant state of arousal, getting frequently fucked and otherwise used by my fiancé? That was better than any single orgasm.

My dick swelled up in my cage as I contemplated all this. I was in the shower, getting ready for work. In the old days I would simply rub one out, then be on with my day. But my dick belonged to Jason now. Instead it strained against the walls of the cage, unable to get hard.

I let the hot water run off my body a little longer before turning the shower off. I toweled off and stepped out when I heard Jason stirring in the other room. I smiled to myself, then began to brush my teeth. He walked into the bathroom a moment later, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

“Morning, sleepy head,” I said with toothpaste foaming from my mouth.

“Good morning,” he replied. His hands undid the towel around my waist, dropping it to the floor.

I leaned over and spat into the sink, then rinsed my mouth with water. “How’d you sleep?” I asked. The two of us stood in front of the bathroom mirror, me fully naked and him wearing nothing but a pair of underwear.

“Good,” he said sleepily. He reached down and grabbed my dick, cupping my balls with his warm hands. At the same time, he pushed his hips forward, pinning me against the bathroom sink and pressing his boner into my backside.

“Whoah,” I said, chuckling lightly. “Horny?”

“You know it,” he said. He let go of my balls, then dropped his underwear to the floor. Fully naked, he pressed his hard cock against my bare ass.

“Fuuuck,” I sighed. I leaned back into him and pushed my ass against his dick.

Jason’s left hand creeped up to my chest and began playing with my nipple. He made eye contact with me in the mirror as his other hand reached for the lube on the bathroom counter. “I’m going to fuck you, Grant.”

My fiancé stepped back to lube up his cock. My own dick swelled up as much as it could, straining to be free. It hadn’t caught on to the fact that freedom wasn’t an option.

I glanced at my fiancé in the mirror, feeling as horny and desperate as ever. “Put it in, babe,” I whispered. I arched my back, sticking my ass out for him. I wanted so badly to please him, to feel his dick in me and take his load before work. When you’re locked as long as I’ve been locked, you come to learn a few things. One, his pleasure is your pleasure. And two, you better be ready to get dicked down at a moment’s notice.

Jason pressed forward and slid his dick into me. My hole easily accepted him, opening up and swallowing him down the base.

“Fuuuuck, Grant.” Jason grabbed my hair and tilted my head back to whisper in my ear. “Your hole feels so good.” He dragged his cock slowly out of me, then inserted it once more. Long, slow strokes, all the way out and then back in again.

“Ohhhhh fuuuuck,” I moaned. His cock was opening me up, making me looser with every thrust.

“Pull your cheeks apart.”

I did as he said, leaning onto the bathroom sink for support as I reached behind and grabbed my cheeks. With my ass spread open, Jason’s cock was able to hit way deeper inside me.

“Good slut,” he commented. My dick surged again, hanging uselessly between my legs in its constricting cage. My fiancé placed his hands on my hips and pulled me toward him, punching deep inside, then settled into a faster rhythm.

“OOOoooOooOOoh fuuUuuUuUuck.” My moans were uncontrollable as my body rocked back and forth on his cock. He slammed into me over and over again, his hips colliding with my ass, his huge cock stretching my hole. My caged dick swung underneath, dripping precum that clung to my legs and got all over me.

“Harder!” I shouted. I felt like a whore. Being locked, my only form of pleasure came from taking cock up the ass. So when Jason decided to use my hole, I made sure he knew just how much I loved it.

He thrust forward hard in response. I gasped as he rammed into me, slamming my ass harder than ever. His balls hung low, and they pounded at my backside along with every thrust. My hole was hot and wet, stretched and sloppy, taking Jason’s cock along with everything he had. And he wasn’t holding back.

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

“Cum in me,” I pleaded.

“Not this time,” he replied. He yanked his cock out, then spun my around so I was facing him. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his face bright red from the effort. I watched him grab his cock to finish off, furiously beating himself off while eyeing my caged dick.

“What are you-” I began, but then he started to cum.

“Fuck!” he shouted. My fiancé’s cock exploded, sending his massive cumshot directly onto my cage. He continued stroking, shooting rope after rope of milky white. His cum painted my dick, coating my balls and seeping into the cracks of the cage. “Fuuuuck,” he moaned, still stroking. He was up on his toes, brow furrowed with concentration, his dick inches from my own.

Just watching his face, I knew it was an incredible orgasm. He rode out the high while I stood there and watched, getting covered in his cum. When it was over, he wiped his dick across my upper thigh. Then he leaned in and kissed me.

“Have a great day at work,” he said cheekily. “I hope you don’t mind heading in with cum all over your dick, because you’re not cleaning that up.”