Slumbering Toad

Locked for Life 41 - Honeymoon 5

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The cold water shocked me to life. I came up feeling exhilarated, treading water, feeling its cold touch everywhere. Yes, everywhere. My caged dick, previously bulging, was now shrunken back, retreating from the cold.

“How’s the water?” Jason teased from the boat.

“Warm,” I lied. But the look on my face told the truth, and there was no hiding that.

“Oh really? I’ll be the judge of that.” My husband dropped his swim drunks, letting his hard cock spring out. “Look out below!” he shouted. Then he jumped off the back of the boat.

“Oh my god, it’s freezing!” Jason shouted once he surfaced.

“You’ll get used to it in a minute,” I said with a laugh. “It’s not so bad once you swim around a bit.” There was something exhilarating about skinny dipping with my husband in broad daylight, out in the middle of a lake. On our honeymoon, no less! Yes, there was the sex, more sex, and even more sex, but there was also the pure adventure of it all. I was having the time of my life.

“I better get used to it,” Jason replied. “If I don’t warm up soon, I’m gonna need to take more drastic measures.” He raised his eyebrows at that last part.

“You don’t mean…”

“I certainly do.” There was a wild look in his eyes. He wanted my ass. And once that thought formed in his mind, he wouldn’t let it go until he claimed what was his. “As a matter of fact,” Jason continued, “I think we should get to it before the cold kills this boner.”

I could be embarrassed or bewildered that my husband would be so bold. But I knew better by now. I was his to use, to fuck on demand, to nut inside and then discard like a cum rag that had served its purpose. And I fucking loved that. So instead of acting shocked, I bit my lower lip hungrily, imagining how this would go down. I wanted it just as much as him, if not more. “How can I help?” I asked.

Jason smiled. “Fuck, I love you, Grant. Swim over to the ladder. I’m gonna fuck you in the water, plain and simple.”

Another thing that should surprise me, but that I no longer batted an eye at: Jason’s stamina, and his ability to go again and again and again. I don’t need to redescribe how he’d jacked off straight over the edge of the boat only hours ago. Nor do I need to discuss that while he’d let me cum once - yes, only once - in the last year plus, my husband was capable of cumming several times in a row. Like we said early in our engagement, and have proven time and time again, Jason cums enough for the both of us. All of this swam through my mind as I in turn swam over to the boat’s small ladder that hung off the back platform.

Jason inched closer. “Ready?” he asked, almost impatiently. He wanted to fuck, and he wanted to fuck now.

I grabbed onto the rungs of the ladder. “Ready.”

My husband grabbed onto the ladder as well, holding on with one hand and reaching for his dick with the other. “No lube this time… this should be interesting.” Then he shoved it into my hole.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” I muttered. His head slipped in, stretching me open. The lake water helped; it wasn’t great lube, but being wet was better than nothing. “Oh my god, babe.” I clenched the rungs, holding on for dear life as my hole got accustomed to my husband’s raw cock, with essentially nothing but water to lubricate me.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll take it easy on you.” After inserting just the tip, he pulled out and let me catch my breath. The break was short-lived. “Let’s try again, shall we?”

“Yes, Jason,” I said desperately. I backed my ass into him. It may have been a struggle, but I was horny enough to push through.

“Mmm, someone’s eager.” He shoved his dick back into place, ready to try again. “Try and relax now, okay? I know you can take it.”

His encouragement went a long way. I took a deep breath and nodded. “Go for it,” I told him.

Jason shoved his hips forward, and this time his dick pushed in much further. I moaned out, but focused on relaxing my hole and letting him inside. It worked like a charm. Well, more like old, battered charm that still worked occasionally. My ass gripped him so tightly, with just the water, but I could tell this was going to work. He pushed even further, until his full length was inside me.

“Fuuuck, babe. You’re tight as hell right now.”

“Mmf- I know,” I forced out. “I’m good to keep going, though.”

“You better be.” Jason’s hands went to the sides of the ladder. He planted his feet on the lowest rungs for leverage. Then it was time for the main event.

I was so incredibly horny. Almost never getting to cum… constantly in service of my husband… taking his cock whenever he pleased. “Jason…” I didn’t even know what I wanted to say. My mind was filled with horny thoughts, desires, anything. “I- fuck!”

Jason began thrusting for real. Things went from zero to one hundred in the blink of an eye. He was pounding away, fucking my ass, splashing water as he collided with me over and over and over again.

“Ohhh fuUuuUck,” I moaned. My dick once again began to grow in its stupid cage. Usually I was content with my station, but I wanted so badly to just rip it off and stroke my cock. I glanced at my left hand, firmly gripping the ladder, with my wedding ring glimmering in the sunlight. That ring was the former key to my cage, melted down and reforged, a symbol of my commitment to Jason. I didn’t regret it, not one bit. But I also wanted nothing more than to cum right now.

“Take- my- fat- cock- Grant.” Jason fucked me as hard as he pleased. After the initial friction, water made its way into me, and soon enough it became a smoother experience. I found myself backing into him, desperate for more. I wanted it deeper, harder.

“Jason,” I breathed. I worked up the courage to beg. “Can I please cum?”

I was met with a laugh. “Come on, Grant. You should know better.”

“Please, Jason!” I didn’t know what came over me. All I knew was that I was desperate. I thought about all the times Jason got to cum recently. And I needed a release. Not just a rough fuck to put me at ease. I needed to blow my load.

“I don’t think so,” he said. His hands moved to my waist. He was using me for all I was worth, fucking and pounding and slamming my hole, running his giant cock straight through me.

“PleeeaAseee,” I moaned.

“No, he said firmly. Then again, in time with his harsh thrusts. “No- no- no!” With that final thrust, I felt him unleash his load. “Fuuuuckk,” he grunted. He pulled me in tight, his cock spasming and twitching inside my ass. He painted my insides with his cum, then swiftly pulled out when he got his use out of me. “That was incredible,” he sighed.

“Jason…” I could barely think straight. My ass hummed with pleasure, radiating through me. My dick strained in its cage. “Will I get to cum soon?” I whispered. I turned to face him.

He gave me a peck on the lips. “We’ll see,” he said gently. There was a soft smile on his face. “I think we can make an arrangement soon… if you earn it.”

I perked up. So there was a chance? “Yes, of course!” Suddenly I didn’t feel so deflated. I was excited, eager to show my husband I could earn what I so desperately wanted. “I’ll work super hard, babe. Just you wait.”

His soft smile turned into a beaming one. “That’s what I like to hear.” He gently moved my hands off the ladder, then began to climb up. Back on board, he found his swim trunks and pulled them back on.

Off in the distance, one of the neighboring boats began to move. And it seemed like they were headed our way. I started to climb aboard so I could get dressed, but my husband stopped me. “What are you doing?” I asked.

“You said you’d work hard to earn your orgasm, right? Well let’s see it then.” He glanced out over the water at the approaching vessel, then back down at me. “We’ll see what these people want; hopefully it doesn’t involve too much embarrassment for you.” Then he winked, standing firmly in the way of me getting back on the boat as our neighbors approached.

Locked for Life 40 - Honeymoon 4

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Jason and I spent the next few hours or so drinking, soaking up the sun, and enjoying our time on the boat. I was naked, of course, constantly keeping my eye on the nearby boats and making sure nobody got close enough to see. During that time, we made a fair dent in the cooler we’d packed with ice cold beers.

“How’s my caged hubby doing?” Jason asked after crushing yet another empty can.

“Good,” I replied. “Horny, but what else is new?” We shared a brief laugh, feeling the boat rock, giving way to our tipsiness. “Need another?”

Jason put a hand up. “I’m good, thanks. Don’t think I could fit another ounce of liquid without bursting. In fact… no, never mind.”

“What?” I asked.

My husband grinned to himself. “You don’t wanna know, Grant. You don’t need to submit yourself to all my fantasies.”

My dick and I both perked up at that. I sat up a little straighter, and my pathetic cock bulged in its confinement. “Yes I absolutely do,” I said eagerly. “Your pleasure is my pleasure. You know that.”

He glanced down at his growing bulge, that cheeky look still on his face. That was my husband for you; only hours ago he had rubbed one out, and yet he was already getting horny again. “Well, there is something I’ve wanted to try…”

“Anything,” I said. I didn’t want to come off too desperate, but then again, this was Jason and me we were talking about. I was always desperate.

“Those beers are running right through me, babe. I’ve had to piss for the better part of an hour.”

My stomach dropped. I could see where this was going. “…And?”

Suddenly he stood. The boat rocked. “And,” he continued, “I’ve been wondering where I should relieve myself.”

I didn’t know what to do. I could feel my nerves building, though from fear or excitement, I couldn’t tell. “How can I help with that?” I asked.

Jason said nothing. He simply gave a look that said ‘you know,’ then made his way to the back of the boat.

I quickly followed. “Jason,” I said hurriedly. “Are you sure?”

He came to a stop at the back of the boat. He lowered his bathing suit and whipped out his fat cock, chubbed up to half mast. “Get down there, Grant.”

Off the rear, there was a small platform and a ladder meant for climbing in and out of the water. There was just enough space on it for someone to stand - or kneel. “O-okay,” I muttered. I stepped down, then lowered myself to my knees on the platform. “Ready, Jason.”

A second later, a hot stream hit me right in the chest. “Fuuuck,” my husband sighed.

This was a new low for me. And somehow I loved it. I didn’t think I was into the peeing itself, but rather the degrading nature of it. It was like Jason was making his claim, marking me as his property. He owned my dick, and now he was proving that it went beyond that. I was his to use, in any way he pleased, and this was his proof. My dick strained wildly, bursting at the seams of the cage. My husband’s hot piss ran down my body, through the crevices of the cage, dripping off my pathetic dick.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Jason asked. “My whore husband is enjoying this just as much as I am.”

“Yes,” I muttered under my breath.

“What was that?” Jason demanded. He directed his dick upward, spraying me straight in the face. “Speak up, slut.”

“Y- ah- yes, Jason,” I said through a blast to the face. The hot liquid was all over me. I never felt more degraded in my life. I also never felt more turned on.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

Without a word, I turned in place. My knees rubbed against the hard surface of the platform below, but I bit my tongue. No complaining. That’s part of being a submissive whore. My back to my husband, the unceremonious marking continued.

“Ahhhh, that’s it.”

He was pissing on my back now. Urine coated my skin, running like a river between my cheeks. I couldn’t believe how much he had in the tank. To be fair, we’d drank a decent amount. But to see this kind of volume come out the other end was something else.

“Spread your cheeks, babe.”

“Yes, Sir.” My hands moved before I even registered what he said. I pulled my asscheeks apart, arching my back and exposing my hole to him.

His stream soaked my hole, and for a second I wished he would come over and take me from behind. I wanted him to shove his fat cock inside me and continue pissing, inflating me like a balloon. Fuck, I was so depraved. I just needed to be used. Used and fucked and bred and pissed on and… fuck, I was horny.

The last of his stream finally died down. I glanced over my shoulder to see him giving it a shake, of course spraying me with the remaining drops.

“Ahhh. Much better.”

“Happy to help,” I replied. I turned back around, though I knew better than to get up off my knees. “Time to wash off?” I asked.

He grinned. “You read my mind.” Then he lifted his leg, placed his foot on my shoulder, and shoved me backwards into the water.

My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 18

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I reluctantly sat back on the couch, making sure to put a T-shirt under me. I just rode my boyfriend like a bull for all of five minutes, but now it was time to resume our game.

The rules were simple: a quick 1v1, where if I won, Ryan would fuck me for five minutes straight. If I lost, Ryan would still fuck me for five minutes straight, but he’d also get to write something on my body. Anything he wanted, anywhere he wanted. Then we’d do it all again until he inevitably blew his load inside me. Crazy, I know.

The two of us selected our characters and settled in for round two. I was feeling good coming off a win, but Ryan’s greatest skill was adaptability. Any edge I had over him was fleeting, and the longer this went on, the more it swung in his favor.

We were on the edge of our seats. I never thought I’d be gaming naked next to my roommate, but here we were. My palms were sweating. My eyes burning from going so long without blinking. But in the end, I couldn’t keep up.

“Ha!” Ryan exclaimed. He stood from the couch, causing his boner to bounce wildly. “Got you this time.”

I sighed in defeat and placed my controller at my side. “Okay,” I said, “what’s it gonna be this time?”

There was a devious look on his face. “Follow me.” He scooped up his permanent marker, then walked over to my bed. “Stand here,” he said.

I followed along, standing at my bedside. “Like this?” I asked. Then I felt a shove from behind. “Whoah!” I found myself face-down on the bed, my chest touching the mattress with my feet still planted firmly on the ground. I was bent over, ass exposed and easily accessible for my boyfriend.

“Like this,” he replied. “Now brace yourself, James.”

“What are you gonna- ohhh fuck.” I heard it before I felt it: Ryan spitting directly onto my hole. “That’s so hot,” I whispered. I reached back and pulled my asscheeks apart, preparing for him to enter.

“Mmmm,” Ryan hummed. He pushed his cock against my wet hole, teasing the entrance. After riding him earlier, there was very little resistance for him. Yet he kept me on edge, pushing gently but not quite entering.

“Fuck, babe. Just put it in already.” My dick was struggling to grow hard, attempting the impossible. Every time his tip pushed against my hole, it caused another throb in my cage.

“If you say so.” My boyfriend pushed his hips forward and his dick slipped right in. Between the spit and the leftover lube, I had no problem taking Ryan’s cock. That is, until he bottomed out inside me. WIth the way I was holding my cheeks apart for him, he went DEEP. “How’s that?” he asked.

“So- mmf- good,” I managed to force out. I was struggling to get accustomed to this new position, taking quick and shallow breaths. And it did feel good - incredible, even - but I simply wasn’t used to feeling something so big go so far inside me.

Behind me, I heard Ryan uncap the marker he’d chosen. “Now let’s see,” he mumbled to himself. “Where to put it…”

Suddenly I remembered the price for losing. My face flushed pink, the warmth of the humiliation burning on my cheeks. Then I felt the tip of the marker pressing against my right asscheek. He wrote in short, quick strokes, but whatever it was was either fairly large or very wordy. By the time he was done, it felt like half of my asscheek was covered in writing.

“There,” Ryan said. He capped the marker, then tossed it onto the mattress nearby.

“What does it say?” I asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” His cock was still buried inside me, though by now I’d managed to relax a little bit. “Here, hold this. It’s about time I pound your ass.”

He thrust his phone into my face. On it, there was another timer set for five minutes, already ticking. I reached forward to grab it, at the same time feeling Ryan grab me by the hips. And then it was on.

“Oh fuck!” I yelped. With his firm grip on me, Ryan pulled back and bucked his hips forward, sending his cock deep inside me once more. Then he did it again, and again, going from zero to one hundred in a matter of seconds. It was all I could do to keep up.

“Oh, come on, James. Don’t act like you don’t love it,” he taunted. His dick punched into me, each thrust jerking my entire body. I was sprawled out on the mattress, my face stuffed into the blankets. I’d already abandoned his phone, my hands searching out anything to hold onto. I gripped the blanket, holding tight as my boyfriend used my hole for his pleasure.

“Hnnnn,” I moaned desperately. “Fuck- oh fuck- hnnnn- ah, fuck!”

“Fuuuck. Let me hear you whimper like you’re my bitch, James.”

“Yes- ah!- Yes, Ryan!” I forced out. I was lost in all the sensations I was feeling, the mixture falling somewhere between intense pleasure and overwhelming stimulation. I buried my face deeper into the covers, stifling my moans. I yelped and hollered and whimpered for my boyfriend, holding onto the bedspread for dear life as he claimed what was his.

RING.

Before I knew it, the timer had gone off. I lifted my head momentarily. “Time’s- mmm!- time’s up,” I muttered. I reached for the phone, flailing my arms a bit before I could find the source of the alarm. My hand finally landed on Ryan’s phone and I quickly disabled the noise.

Standing behind me, my boyfriend continued to plow my ass.

“R- Ryan,” I said between thrusts. My body lurched forward again and again, with his relentless fucking pounding me into the bed. “The- timer!”

“Not now,” he spat. “I’m close.” He carried on fucking me, completely abandoning our deal.

His balls swung into me from below. My caged dick flailed back and forth. My legs had long-since given out, my body collapsed on the bed with my feet hanging underneath. Only Ryan’s thrust kept me pinned to the bed, preventing me from falling down.

“Almost. There.” he grunted.

“Cum in me,” I begged. The words left my lips by instinct alone. It was what I wanted. What I deserved. To be used, to serve a real cock while mine remained locked away. Almost halfway through Locktober, things were finally starting to click.

At the last second, Ryan pulled out. He finished the job with his hand, jerking his massive cock across the finish line. My hole gaped from the sudden emptiness, opening and clenching as hot ropes hit my bare skin. I felt his cum spraying me, landing all over my asscheek and directly onto the writing. Some dribbled between my cheeks, coating my twitching hole. Then without a word, he wiped it with his cock and pushed it inside. He ran his dick in and out of me a few more times, then finally pulled out for good.

“Fuck,” he sighed. “That was amazing.”

I propped myself up on my elbow, turning over my shoulder to face him while remaining sprawled out on the bed. “Holy fuck, Ryan. You have no idea how hot that was for me.” I was in disbelief, riding high even though I didn’t get to cum myself.

He grinned. “Oh, I think I know. With the way you were moaning, I think the whole dorm knows at this point.”

My jaw dropped, but I couldn’t help smiling back at him. “So do I get to know what you wrote?” I asked.

“Hand me my phone.”

I tossed it over, then my boyfriend stepped back and took a picture of my used ass. “Here,” he said, tossing it back.

The phone landed next to me on the bed. I picked it up, feeling even hornier as my eyes took in the image. ‘PROPERTY OF RYAN,’ was written in all caps across my right cheek, with an arrow pointing towards my hole. I could read it clear as day, even with the streaks of cum covering most of my ass.

“Fuuuck,” I whispered.

“I hope you like it,” my boyfriend said. “Because we’re going to be doing that a lot more from now on.”

My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 17

Everyone in this story is 18+.

My boyfriend’s dick was buried deep in my ass. “Get up,” he commanded.

“Yes, Ryan,” I replied. From my straddled position, I raised myself up and off him, moaning softly as his dick slipped out.

Once I was off him, Ryan stood up and dropped his shorts to the ground. He walked across the room, then stooped down and began sifting through our video games. “What should we play next?” he asked.

“Play?” I repeated back to him. “Weren’t we about to fuck?”

He was squatting down, fully naked. He turned to look at me over his shoulder, and I caught a glimpse of a smile on his lips. “We’re gonna make a day of it. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but I thought that meant you’d be fucking me until the sun went down,” I half-joked.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he replied. “That’s still the plan. But wouldn’t it be more fun if we made a game of it? Like old times?”

My dick twitched in its cage. ‘Old times’ referred to exactly what got me into this situation. A fun little bet that ended with me caged and Ryan the owner of my dick. “O-okay,” I stuttered. I knew I’d be locked for the rest of the month; that was a given. How much worse could it get?

Ryan comforted me. “Aw, don’t be nervous, James. I’ll even let you pick the game! Come on, take a look with me.” He waved me over, and so I begrudgingly got up off the couch and joined him.

“What are the stakes?” I asked as we looked through our catalogue.

“Hmmm… how about this? If you win, I get to fuck you for five minutes,” Ryan said. “If I win-”

“Wait wait wait,” I interjected. “What? If I win, you get to fuck me? What kind of a deal is that?”

Ryan smirked. “Easy, James. You didn’t let me finish. If I win, I get to fuck you for five minutes and write something on your body. Then we rinse and repeat until I cum inside you.”

My jaw dropped. I stopped sifting through games to look him in the eyes. “Write something? Like what?”

“Whatever I want.”

“Where?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Wherever I want.”

Fuck. I could feel my dick bulging against the inside of the cage. I wanted to be fucked so badly, but I wasn’t sure if the potential consequences were worth the risk. “What if I refuse?” I asked.

“That’s fine,” he said bluntly. “I’ll just go jack off, then. And you’ll still be locked, horny, and wishing you were being fucked.”

Damn. He had me. Being denied for so long was tough enough, but at least getting railed by Ryan gave me some sort of release to look forward to. If he took that away, even for a day… I hated to think about it. “Deal.” I found myself saying.

My boyfriend smiled. “Good. Now pick a game for us, slut.” He slapped my ass, then stood up and walked over to his desk.

I tilted my head, confused for a moment, but then quickly understood once he pulled open a drawer and fetched a permanent marker. The reality of what I’d just agreed to hit me. There was no way I wasn’t going to end up with my boyfriend’s writing all over me. I could only hope to minimize the damage. I turned my attention back to the games before me. Only one stood out. It was a classic, the only one I felt like I had a shot at winning. And so the two of us sat on the couch, thighs touching, as we kicked off our little game.

It was a simple 2D fighting game. For a few intense minutes, the only sounds that could be heard were those of controllers clacking. Buttons mashed. Joysticks flicked left and right. Combos were executed. And only one of us was left standing.

“I won!” I shouted. I jumped up with joy, distracted by the victory enough to momentarily forget the prize.

“Congrats!” Ryan said. “That was a tough fight. I nearly had you, too.”

“I know!”

“So,” he continued, “how do you want to get fucked?”

My celebration was short-lived. Oh, I wanted to get fucked, don’t get me wrong. But to have that as a prize for beating him in a contest? That was downright humiliating. “Ummm… Can I ride you on the couch?” I asked. “With lube?” I quickly threw in.

I was met with another smile. “Of course,” he said. He was butt-naked, and still hard from earlier.

I ran over and grabbed the bottle, thankful that we’d be using more than just his spit this time. A moment later, I was hovering over his giant, wet cock. I’d decided to try something different this time, so I was facing away from him. I glanced over my shoulder. “Ready?” I asked.

“Ready.”

I slowly lowered myself down, reaching a hand behind and guiding my boyfriend’s dick toward my hole. “Ah,” I softly gasped. The head popped in easily. I inhaled sharply, then let out a long exhale before continuing. “Fuuuck, babe. I can never get over how big you are.”

I heard him chuckle behind me. His hands went to my hips, and slowly but surely I continued until his full length was inside me. He hummed with satisfaction, then reached to the side and grabbed his phone. “Okay,” he said. “Five minutes on the clock. Let’s see what you’ve got, James.”

I had no time to ease into it. I bit my lower lip and raised my hips, then slammed back down on his dick. Then I lifted up and rammed back down again. And again. My hands were on my knees, my thighs burning from the effort.

“Holy fuck, babe,” he said. He began to moan, squeezing harder on my hips, pushing me back and forth along his dick while I rode.

Ryan’s cock rammed deep inside me relentlessly, of my own volition, and I was enjoying every second of it. Every inch of it. Taking my boyfriend’s dick simply felt incredible. It was so big, so fat, and I wanted nothing more than to drain him then and there. Empty his balls and feel his cock squirt inside me. I wanted him to fill me with his load. I wanted-

RING

“Time’s up!” Ryan exclaimed.

“Already?” I pouted.

“Yes, already.” He pushed me forward, sending a shiver through me as his dick fell out of my now stretched hole. “Now come on and get ready for round two. I may have lost once, but it won’t happen again. And I already know what I’m gonna write on you when I win.”

My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 16

Everyone in this story is 18+.

October 11th. The second Saturday of Locktober rolled around, and today it was simply another lazy day of gaming. We’d since dropped the kinky competitions that led to my current predicament, and were now playing through our long backlog of coop games. It was fun, and a good way to take our minds off school for a bit. But even with the games, nothing was enough to distract me from a much bigger stressor.

My dick.

I’d been caged, pent up, and without release for eleven days now. I was pretty sure that was a new record, though everything sort of blended together when I was wearing the cage.

Anyway, I found that my mind was constantly drifting back to my denied dick. I was straining in my cage at the moment, though you’d never be able to tell from a simple glance. That was yet another embarrassing feature of being a locked boy; even erections were out of reach for me. After I died for the third time in a row on an otherwise easy stage, Ryan seemed to notice something was up.

“What’s wrong, James?” he asked.

“Nothing. It’s just… I’m horny,” I confessed.

His face lit up, a smile creeping in from the corners of his mouth. “Is that so?” He leaned forward and placed his controller on the ground. “How long has it been?” he asked, leaning back on the couch.

I glared back at him. “Don’t play dumb. You know how long it’s been.”

His tongue stuck out between his teeth as if he were subtly teasing me. “What?” he asked, feigning innocence.

I rolled my eyes, but put my controller down beside me before scooting closer to him. “Eleven days,” I told him. “Eleven days without release, with my dick trapped in a cage thanks to you.” I leaned in closer, eye to eye with my boyfriend.

Ryan bit his lower lip. We were tantalizingly close. “Oh yeah?” he asked. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

This time it was my turn to flash a smile. My hand found its way to his upper thigh, where I slowly began creeping upward. I knew there was no way he’d let me out early - I was horny, not mad - but that’s not what I was after.

“Mmmm,” Ryan hummed softly. “I love it when you get like this.”

“Like what?” I teased. My hand was mere inches from his dick. I closed my eyes and leaned forward, closing the gap between us. Our lips brushed against each other, so soft, so warm. We sat there for a moment, sharing a kiss on the couch, the only noise coming from the idle music of the paused video game playing in the background.

Ryan’s restraint lasted all of thirty seconds. His tongue parted my lips, forcing its way into my mouth. He placed a hand on top of my own, pulling it towards his dick. Before I knew it we were entangled, kissing and touching and feeling, my hand squeezing his growing cock and his hands grabbing my chest.

“Fuck, James,” he breathed as he pulled away. “Take your shirt off.” Ryan lifted the hem of his own shirt up over his head, flipping it inside out in the process, then tossed it aside.

“And here I thought I was the horny one,” I joked. I followed his lead, tugging my shirt off and blindly discarding it, knowing I’d be the one picking up all our clothes later. Then he was all over me again.

Our lips locked once more. He pulled me in, forcing me to swing a leg over and straddle him. Ryan’s hands went right to my ass, where he squeezed and groped from the outside before slipping under my shorts. I moaned, sensitive to his touch and yearning for more.

“Mmm,” I said through our kiss. I pulled away, breathing heavy. “Can you fuck me?” I asked.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Ryan pulled my shorts down, and I half-stood, lifting one leg and then the other to help remove them. Suddenly I was naked, hovering above my boyfriend’s bulge with my legs spread apart.

“What about you?” I asked.

He answered by shoving his own shorts down to his knees, letting his dick spring out and slap me in the ass. Yes, it really was that long.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned. “Do you want me to get the lube?” I moved to get up, but he pushed me back down by the shoulders.

“No,” he said. “I’m too horny to wait.” Instead, he spat directly into his hand, then reached around me and stroked his fat cock.

“Ryan…” I said tentatively.

“What?” he asked with a goofy grin. “It’s not like I haven’t fucked you with my spit before.”

“I know,” I said, desperately thinking of a way to change his mind. “But that was before… well, before we got the lube.” My brain was short-circuiting. Between his cock, on the precipice of entering me, and the pent-up state I was in thanks to the cage, I could hardly form a coherent argument.

“Exactly,” he said. “So let’s reminisce a little, shall we?” His tip was pressed against my hole already, wet with spit and already slipping in. With a forceful shove, he pushed my shoulders down and lifted his hips at the same time.

“Oh FUCK!” I shouted. My hole wasn’t ready for his sheer size. It rarely was, but especially when he forced it in so quickly.

“Come onnnn, James,” he growled. “I know you can handle it.”

He slowly withdrew. Every inch of his cock slid out of me, driving pleasure through me straight down to the core. I shivered when his dick popped out.

“Please, Ryan,” I begged. “The lube.”

He simply shook his head. “Sorry, babe. This feels too good to stop.” For my sake, he spat on his hand once more, lathering himself before ramming into me again.

“Fuuuck,” I moaned. I began to whimper as he pounded my ass again, then again, causing me to squeal as I struggled to take it. But then I finally started to open up.

“There you go,” he said soothingly. “Just relax, James. Relax and take my fat cock.”

My caged dick, nearly forgotten, dribbled a small blot of precum onto my boyfriend’s stomach. He quickly swiped it up. “Can’t let that go to waste,” he said. Then he pulled out and rubbed my own precum on his dick before pushing back into me.

“Oh my god,” I whispered.

“Pathetic, isn’t it? You’re not even allowed to get hard without my permission, yet here I am fucking your own precum into you.”

“Yes,” I responded. My dick ached to be touched, straining at his words. “But at least I can be a hole for you,” I said.

Ryan smirked. “Good slut. You’re learning.”

At that, my heart skipped. “Thank you,” I said. His praise turned me on, but not in the way I was used to. It was like a constant battle was being waged in my mind, fought between the desire to get out of this cage and the yearning to submit.  And lately, the submissive side was winning.

“So,” Ryan carried on, “shall I fuck your brains out now, or do you wanna make a day out of this?”

Thinking only with my dick at this point, the answer was clear. “Let’s make it a day,” I said.

My boyfriend’s dad is HUNG - Part 2

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Mr. Smith’s - no, Harrison’s - dick stood right before my eyes. It was the fattest cock I’d ever seen, with a heavy set of balls hanging underneath. A dense bush surrounded it, all together creating the perfect package. I was in the presence of a real man.

“Go on, Michael,” he said reassuringly.

”Are you sure?” I asked.

He nodded. He placed a hand on the back of my head and gently guided me towards it.

I leaned forward, but stopped inches from his dick. “What about Dylan?”

My boyfriend’s dad just laughed. “He won’t be home for a while. It’s just you and me, boy.”

My heart skipped when he called me ‘boy.’ I tentatively reached for his dick and wrapped my right hand around it. I’d never touched a dick so big in my life. He had the same general shape as Dylan; I could tell they were father and son just from their dicks. But he was way, way bigger than my boyfriend.

I gradually started to stroke him. My heart raced a million miles a minute. Up and down, in long and steady strokes.

“Suck it,” Harrison said. His tone was firm. It was more of a command than a suggestion.

“O-okay,” I stuttered. I wasn’t new to sucking dick, not by any stretch of the imagination. But the only dick I had sucked before was Dylan’s. And now I was on my knees in front of his dad.

I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I closed my eyes as I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around him, feeling him fill my mouth more than I expected. It felt like I had to unhinge my jaw just to fit him, but once he was in, I wanted nothing more than to continue.

I half expected him to thrust forward, to abuse his son’s boyfriend and face-fuck him until he couldn’t take it anymore. But Harrison was nothing like that. He was experienced, firm but gentle, coaxing me into taking more and more with each pass.

“Ahhh,” he sighed. “That’s it, Mikey. Suck daddy’s cock.”

“Mmm,” I moaned back. My dick throbbed, aching in my gym shorts. I reached down and tugged my shorts down to my knees, letting myself free. I continued to stroke him with my right hand while I sucked, but my left hand was now stroking my dick at the same time.

“Goooood boyyyyy.” His hand was still on the back of my head. As the blowjob went on, I felt him pushing more and more, forcing me to take him deeper than I otherwise thought myself capable. “Think you can deepthroat Daddy?”

“Mhm!” I said eagerly. I stopped all else, focusing entirely on Harrison’s cock. I placed my hands on his ass and pulled myself forward, using his body for leverage. With entirely too much enthusiasm, I lunged forward and shoved his dick deep down my throat.

“Oh fuck!” he yelled.

I was proud of myself for taking so much of him, but I immediately gagged and had to pull back. I was gasping for air, with spit running down my chin. “Ah, sorry, Mr. Smith. It’s just… you’re so big.”

He didn’t seem mad or disappointed. He just grinned. “Is that how you’ve been sucking my son’s dick?” he asked. “Gagging before you’re even halfway down his shaft?”

I was taken aback. My cheeks flushed, suddenly hot with embarrassment. “No, Sir,” I muttered. Then more quietly, “He’s not nearly as big as you, Mr. Smith.” It was true. Dylan wasn’t small by any means, but he was nothing like his father.

“I see,” he replied. “Well, I’ll excuse it for now, but you’d better learn how to deepthroat come next time.”

“N- next time?”

Harrison chuckled. “Ohhh yeah. You think this is a one-time deal, boy? This is just the beginning.”

I stared up at him with wide eyes. I was so scared, so nervous… but also so horny. My eyes traveled downward, first to his enormous cock, then to the significantly smaller dick hanging between my legs. Given how horny I was, it was difficult to think straight. All I knew was that I enjoyed sucking Harrison’s cock. More, I enjoyed being told what to do. And if he said this was only the start, I simply had to take his word for it.

I looked back up at him, this time with a new sense of determination. I wasn’t going to be timid about this any longer. “How can I help, then?” I asked eagerly.

“That’s the right attitude,” he said, seeming pleased. “I’m not gonna make you deepthroat me again, if that’s what you’re wondering. I’m honestly impressed you could take me as far as you did on your first try. But for now, just sit back and stick out your tongue. Let me do the rest.”

“Can I… jack off too?” I asked. I felt stupid for even posing the question.

There was a sly look on his face as he answered. “No,” he said firmly. “Consider yourself lucky you get to watch.”

I quickly shut up, nodding affirmatively.

Harrison took his cock into his hand and started jerking it. It was mesmerizing to watch. His big balls swung with every stroke, his fist closed around his dick, pumping it faster, harder, giving it all he had.

I wanted to jerk off so badly, but I knew better than to disobey a direct order. So I sat there with my tongue out like the whore I was, desperately waiting for his load.

“You like this, don’t you?” he said. “Serving other men. Serving your boyfriend’s dad.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Are you gonna swallow my load, boy?”

“Yes,” I said again.

“Keep that mouth open for me. Nice and wide. You spill a drop, you’re licking it up off the floor. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir.” He spat. He was still furiously beating off, lasting impressively long considering his pace. “From now on, you’ll call me Sir or Daddy when my son’s not around. Got it, boy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said. I felt so pathetic, so degraded, and yet… so right. “Please Daddy, can I cum too?”

“No, slut. I already told you that.” He grabbed me by the hair and bounced his dick off my forehead a few times, then rubbed his balls across my face. “Don’t ask again.”

“Can I have your cum, then? Please?”

“That’s more like it.” He let go of me again, then resumed jerking off. From the look of concentration on his face and the lack of further comments, I knew he was racing towards the finish.

“Cum in my mouth, Daddy,” I pleaded.

“Open wide, bitch.”

“Ahhh.” I stuck my tongue as far as it would go.

“Fuck, boy. I’m gonna- fuck! Agh!”

My boyfriend’s dad grunted, thrusting his hips forward, shooting his load like water from a fire hose. Hot ropes hit my tongue. I swallowed quickly, making room for more, but I couldn’t keep up. Cum spilled out of my mouth, coating my chin or dripping onto the floor. I swallowed what I could, savoring the taste of my boyfriend’s dad, subconsciously comparing it to the taste of Dylan’s cum. I couldn’t help myself. I was hard as a rock, leaking, yearning to touch my dick but unable to without disappointing Harrison.

“Holy fuck,” he sighed. He glanced down with a grin, fully satisfied. “Good work, boy. You’ve got potential, I’ll give you that.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I glanced again at my dick, untouched and throbbing. “Can I touch it now?” I asked softly.

He looked down, past me, to the drops of cum that had made their way to the floor. He tapped his foot on the ground near them. “Clean this up.”

I did as he said, getting down on all fours and licking the kitchen floor in front of him.

“Atta boy,” he said. He grabbed his pants and pulled them up. “Now get dressed. I’m done with you for now.”

I looked at him in shock. So this was what it meant to get involved with my boyfriend’s dad. To be used, then discarded just as fast. And yet I couldn’t help feeling even more turned on by his blatant disregard for my needs. “Yes, Daddy. Anything you say, Sir.” I stood and pulled my shorts up, sticking my denied cock into the waistband at my best attempt to hide my boner. I wiped my chin with the back of my hand, then licked the last bit of cum off it.

Just then, we heard the front door opening.

“Dad! Mike!” Dylan called from the front of the house. “I’m home!”

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My boyfriend’s dad is HUNG

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Dylan and I had known each other for ages. We were ostensibly best friends, two bros who shared similar interests and loved to have sleepovers every weekend, playing video games until the sun came up and destroying our sleep schedules in the process. And while all of that was true, there was a crucial piece missing from that story. We were also boyfriends.

That last part was pretty new. It still made me giddy thinking about it. The love story of how two best friends realized there was something more, and somehow it all worked out.

Right now, I was standing on my boyfriend’s front porch and waiting for him to let me in. I’d already rung the bell twice, so there was nothing left to do but be patient.

I heard footsteps on the other side of the door. A second later, a much taller and wider figure than I expected opened up.

“Hello, Michael!”

“Oh, hi Mr. Smith!”

“Come on, Mikey. You know you don’t have to call me that.”

I smiled as I walked past him and on inside. “Alright, Harrison, then.”

He silently shut the door behind me, then led me into the kitchen. “What brings you here today?”

I looked at him, slightly confused. “I’m here to see Dylan,” I said. “We were gonna play some video games up in his room.”

“Shoot, I should’ve known you weren’t here for me!” Harrison joked. “Sorry, bud. Dylan’s not home right now.”

“Oh. Well, that’s okay! I can totally come back later. I didn’t mean to intrude or anything.” I turned to go, but my boyfriend’s dad stopped me.

“No no, it’s no problem at all, really. Here, let me get you something to drink.” Before I could protest, he was already filling up a glass of water. He placed it on the counter and pushed it across the surface, impressively not spilling a single drop as it slid into my hand.

“Uh, thanks,” I said awkwardly. I took a sip and set the glass back on the counter, wondering what in the world I was going to talk to my boyfriend’s dad about.

“So,” he began, breaking the silence. “How long have you two been dating?“

My jaw dropped. My face blushed and I was suddenly flustered, unable to form a coherent response. “I- we- what are you talking about?”

He laughed, leaning back and resting his hands on the kitchen counter. “Come on, Michael. Don’t act surprised. You think I don’t know what goes on in my own house?” He gave me a knowing look, putting extra emphasis on that last part.

I felt my heart fall into my stomach. If he really knew what he implied he knew, then that meant…

“That’s right,” he said, watching the look of realization form on my face. “The walls in this house are thinner than you’d think. I’ve heard my fair share of noise coming from Dylan’s room whenever you’re over.” 

“I’m so sorry,” I blurted out. “I… I don’t know what to say.” I could feel the panic flooding me, my mind racing a million miles a minute.

“It’s okay,” he said calmly. “I didn’t say I was mad about it. Quite the opposite, actually.” He stepped over and put an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close in a fatherly sort of way. “You’re a good kid, Michael. More than anything, I’m happy my boy’s in good hands.” He lowered his voice. “And I can’t say I haven’t enjoyed the ‘entertainment’ from sharing a wall with you two.”

My eyes went wide, my face turning a deeper shade of red.

“That’s right,” Harrison continued. “You two have kept me up more times than I care to count. I tried ignoring it for a while, but it can be pretty distracting. Especially the sound of your moans from the other side of that wall.” There was a wide smirk on his face, filled with the knowledge that he was in on my deepest, darkest secret.

I was beyond humiliated. I didn’t know what to say or do. All I knew was that my boyfriend’s dad knew we were together, he knew we were having sex in his son’s room, and worst of all, he knew that I was a bottom. “Please don’t tell Dylan that you know,” I said softly. “He’d be mortified.”

“Oh, I won’t,” Dylan’s dad said. “Your secret’s safe with me.” He rustled my hair, then stepped back to stand across from me.

“Thanks,” I mumbled. I shuffled my feet uncomfortably, unsure how to continue after that. “Do you know when Dylan will be home?” I asked.

”Not for a while,” his dad said. “Just you and me, buddy.” Harrison grabbed his crotch, drawing my attention to an enormous bulge I never really paid much mind to. Until now.

My heart began to pound in my chest. I could feel my pulse quickening, and worse, I could feel the blood rushing straight to my dick. This was so stupid. The most idiotic thing I could possibly do came to mind, and once it did, it was impossible to disregard.

“I guess… it wouldn’t be so bad to spend some time together,” I found myself saying. “Just the two of us. You know, since you’re my boyfriend’s dad and all.”

Harrison grinned. “Exactly. We should get to know each other a little more.” His hand was still on his bulge, which I only knew because I’d been unable to pull my eyes away.

“How- how do you suppose we do that?” I asked timidly. Our conversation was slowly circling the drain, and I was afraid there was only one way it could end.

“Well,” Harrison started, unbuttoning the top of his jeans as he spoke, “I already know what your moans sound like. What I don’t know is, how do they sound with my dick in your mouth?”

And suddenly I was rock-hard. He knew it, too. It was painfully obvious from the tent in my basketball shorts that I was incredibly turned on. I swallowed, stalling for time, thinking of any way I could back out of this situation. And in reality, there were plenty of options. But not when I wanted my boyfriend’s dad’s cock more than anything. It was tantalizingly close, and in my weakest moment, I gave in.

I got down on my knees, a familiar position but with a foreign participant this time. I glanced up at him, his intimidating presence towering over me. “May I?” I asked.

His grin widened. “Go right ahead,” he said. My boyfriend’s dad undid the zipper for me, but he left the rest to me.

I reached up with shaking hands and slipped my fingers into his waistband. I took a deep breath, acknowledging to myself that there was no going back from this. Then I tugged Harrison’s pants and underwear, bringing them midway down his thighs.

And that’s when I found out that my boyfriend’s dad was HUNG.

Couple’s Keyholder 3

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Tim stood in front of me with his hands at his sides. He waited with bated breath as I inserted my key in the lock. I looked him in the eyes as I turned it, making it clear that he was only coming out of his cage because I said so.

“There,” I said, removing the device from his swollen cock. A long string of precum stretched from his tip to the cage, and as I pulled it away, the precum snapped back toward his cock. He grew fully hard within seconds, finally freed after spending several days locked up.

“Thank you,” he said under his breath.

“Don’t thank me yet,” I said slyly. “Just because I’m unlocking you doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.” I turned my attention to poor Charlie, whose little dick was still caged and straining harder than ever. “Come here,” I commanded.

Charlie rushed over, eager to please me. “Yes, Henry?”

“I want to make something clear. There’s not even a sliver of a chance that you’ll get to cum today. You understand that, right?”

“Yes, Sir,” he said enthusiastically.

I grinned with satisfaction. “Good. If you work hard, then maybe - just maybe - I’ll consider it for next time. But today is all about your husband and me. Our pleasure comes before yours.” I eyed Tim’s hairy cock, a new idea forming in my mind. “And you can start by sucking your husband’s dick,” I added. Then I settled back into the couch to watch the show.

Charlie looked taken aback. “You- you want me to-”

“Did he stutter?” Tim asked suddenly.

“No. Not at all,” Charlie replied nervously. He glanced from Tim to me, then back. Without delaying further, he dropped to his knees and began to suck his husband’s cock.

“Ohhh, that feels good,” Tim moaned.

“Fuuuck,” I whispered aloud. I rubbed my hand back and forth over my growing bulge, gently brushing my cock. Charlie worked his magic on Tim, bobbing his head up and down on Tim’s cock whilst jerking and twisting it with one hand, the other hand gripping and tugging at his balls.

The longer I watched, the hornier I became. I started to undress myself on the couch, raising my hips off the cushion and sliding my pants down my legs. I kicked them off my ankles, then lifted my shirt up over my head. I tossed my clothing aside without a care, now fully naked, then grabbed my massive cock in my hand and began to jerk off.

“Ahhh,” Tim sighed softly. He placed a hand on the back of Charlie’s head and grasped him by the hair, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of his husband’s open mouth.

I relaxed for a while, sitting back and stroking myself, letting my toys play with each other. I enjoyed the show, but watching only did so much for me. I wanted to join.

“You boys got any lube?” I asked.

“Mhm,” Charlie replied through a mouthful of cock.

“Bring it here,” I ordered. Charlie stood to go, but I stopped him. “Not you,” I said. “I want you here sucking my dick.”

Charlie’s jaw dropped. “Yes, Sir,” he muttered. Then he crawled over to me and wrapped his lips around my cock.

“Tim, go fetch the lube.”

Tim sprinted off, his cock still wet from the blowjob and bouncing with every step. I smiled to myself, shaking my head. I had these two wrapped around my finger. I glanced back down at Charlie, who was doing a damn good job sucking me off.

“Atta boy,” I said, idly running my fingers through his hair. He hummed back in response, enjoying sucking my dick as much as I enjoyed receiving the blowjob. It felt amazing, but the feeling of control I had was even better. I loved the fact that these two sluts would do anything I said.

Tim returned a moment later, a bottle of lube in his hand. “Here you are, Sir,” he said as he extended the bottle to me.

“Keep it,” I said with a smirk. “You’re gonna need it if you wanna fuck your husband.”

This time it was Tim’s jaw that dropped. Charlie paused and looked up at me.

“I didn’t say you could stop, did I?”

He immediately dove back into sucking my dick.

Tim was still standing there, mouth agape, dick rock-hard. “Tim, fuck your husband,” I ordered.

I didn’t need to tell him twice. He lubed himself up and positioned himself behind Charlie, looking extremely excited. I guess I didn’t know the last time these two fucked, but at the very least, neither of them had cum since the last time I was here. Tim was not only freed from his cage, but also given permission to use his dick for some fun. I couldn’t blame him for being eager. He grabbed his husband by the hips, rubbing his cock against Charlie’s hole and teasing the entrance.

“Mmmm,” Charlie moaned with my cock deep in his mouth.

“Go ahead,” I told him.

Tim reached down and shoved his cock forward. From the noise Charlie made down below, he must have popped right in.

“Fuuuck,” he grunted. He returned his hands to his husband’s hips and pulled their bodies together, shoving his dick deep inside.

I decided to stand, and the two of us shared Charlie’s holes to satisfy ourselves. We spitroasted him, with me thrusting from the front and Tim from the back. And even that was fun for a bit, but still my cock craved more. And I knew exactly where to go next.

“Tim, pass me the lube.”

He tossed the bottle without question. I caught it in one hand, and with the other I pulled Charlie by the hair off of my dick. He was flustered, with a red face and drool dripping from his chin. I stepped aside and squirted lube all over my massive cock, lathered it, then walked around to take my place behind Tim.

Tim shoved his husband forward, so that his knees were on the couch. He stood behind, still fucking, enjoying every second of freedom I permitted him. And I was at the back of the line, stroking my dick and preparing to join the train.

I didn’t give him any warning. I simply stepped up and shoved my dick in.

“AH!” he yelped. But he quickly got accustomed to it. Not like I gave him a choice, anyway.

For a while, the room was filled only with the sounds of sex. The sound of our bodies colliding, the grunts and moans and whimpers filling the air. A cacophony of clapping and slapping and moaning and yelling, until the two of them were begging for release from this wild ride.

“I’m getting close, Henry!” Tim shouted. He was hanging on for dear life, getting the most stimulation as he was both giving and receiving.

“Hold it,” I said firmly. I was pounding his ass with all my might, slamming into him over and over again, each thrust carrying my full force behind it.

“Please!” he yelled.

“Beg for my cum,” I spat.

All the while, Charlie simply squealed and bitched, taking his husband’s cock. The ultimate bottom, still locked in his cage, his pathetic cock swinging wildly with each thrust. I felt no sympathy for him.

“Cum inside me, Sir! Please!” Tim shouted.

That was all it took to send me over the edge. I bucked my hips, hard, then unleashed a tidal wave of cum inside him. From the way he yelped, then shuddered, I could tell he was cumming too. The two of us were one, shivering with pleasure, shooting our respective loads while Charlie simply held on for dear life.

“Oh my god,” Tim sighed as he pulled out. He collapsed on the couch next to Charlie, who was still reeling from the pounding.

“That was incredible,” I said with a grin. “What did you think, Charlie? Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes,” he said. From the looks of it, he was still in a daze. The poor guy’s dick was bulging out of every crevice of his cage. He seemed so desperately horny, I almost considered letting him out to cum. Almost.

“Good,” I said. “Help me put the cage back on your husband, would you?”

Charlie nodded, and in a horny stupor he crawled to retrieve the chastity cage. He reassembled it around Tim’s flaccid cock, then allowed me to turn the key. After that, I retrieved my pants and stuffed the keys into my pocket. Then the three of us settled in for a nice evening of nudity, dinner, and drinks.

Couple’s Keyholder 2

Everyone in this story is 18+.

A few days after our first encounter, I found myself getting ready for a second date. Poor Charlie and Tim had been caged the whole time, with strict instructions from me not to cum before we met again. I, on the other hand, had jacked off no less than four times in that short span.

I really liked those two. As I got dressed, I found myself chubbing up at the thought of them. Charlie, tall and skinny; Tim, short, stocky, and hairy; both far younger than I… and I owned both of their cocks. I had half a mind to jack off then and there, but I’d have plenty of time to enjoy myself soon enough. So instead I stuffed my growing boner into my underwear before it got too out of control, then got ready to head out.

The last thing I grabbed was the keys to their cages. I almost left them behind, but I figured it would be more fun to taunt those two with the possibility of freedom than to deny it outright. Fuck, I loved whatever this relationship was.

It didn’t take long to get to their place. I showed up at the front door after a short drive, where I was immediately greeted by Tim.

“Henry!” Tim exclaimed as he opened the door. “Come on in, come on in. We’ve been so excited to see you again!”

“Thanks!” I said as I walked past him and into the house. “Same here; I couldn’t stop thinking about our last date.” I grinned to myself, images of both of them naked on their knees flashing through my mind.

“Charlie’s in the kitchen,” Tim said. “It’s his turn to work on drinks. Anyway, please, sit!” He gestured towards the couch.

The couch looked incredibly comfy, and so I was all too happy to plop my ass down on it. In the back of my mind, I was already thinking of how I’d use the couple this time, but I decided I didn’t need to lead with that.

“You two better not be having fun without me!” Charlie called from the kitchen. He came rushing around the corner holding a bottle of wine, three wine glasses, and a bottle opener. It was honestly impressive that he was able to carry everything in one trip. “Henry, so good to see you again!” He leaned down and kissed my cheek, more in a European way than a sensual one, then put everything down and started pouring glasses.

“Wow, excellent service,” I teased.

“I try,” Charlie replied cheekily.

“That’s not the only excellent service you’ll be receiving tonight,” Tim added.

I raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” Charlie said as he poured. “Anything you need, just say the word.” He finished filling our glasses, then placed the bottle on the coffee table. “Cheers!”

The three of us raised our glasses and drank.

Now that I’d been fully welcomed, I figured it was time to get things started. “So,” I began, “how have the cages treated you?”

I was pleased to watch them both turn rosy, looking a little embarrassed despite the fact that that’s exactly why I was here and we all knew it.

“They’ve been fine,” Tim said sheepishly.

“We’ve never been caged this long before,” Charlie added. “It’s been a difficult few days.”

“Aw,” I said, faking sympathy. “Sounds tough,” I teased.

The truth was, as long as my dick was satisfied, I didn’t care how long these two stayed denied. In fact, I figured the longer they went without cumming, the more attentive they’d be. I just had to make sure it felt worth it for them. With that, an idea formed in my mind…

“Well?” I said after a moment. “Let’s see them, then. Out of your clothes, you two.”

At my word, the two hurried to strip down in front of me. This part was always fun; I enjoyed the thrill of humiliation, the novelty of watching them struggle to expose themselves, moving with apprehensive fingers and casting nervous glances as they removed all their clothes.

When all was done, they stood before me fully nude. They both covered their crotches with their hands, too shy to reveal their caged dicks.

I clicked my tongue, disappointedly shaking my head. “Come on boys,” I said. “You know better than to hide from me.”

“Yes, Sir,” Charlie mumbled.

“Sorry, Sir,” Tim said.

The two dropped their hands to their sides, revealing two tiny, caged penises. It was kind of cute to see how small their dicks were, yet how swollen in their cages they had gotten. They filled up the space between the metal bars, pathetically bursting at the seams.

“Mmmm,” I hummed to myself. “Have you gone this long caged before?”

“No, Sir,” they said in unison.

”You must want out pretty badly, huh?”

“So badly,” Tim said. His dick looked particularly hard, and I could see a bead of precum leaking out the tip.

“How does it feel knowing I control you two?” I continued. “I own your dicks now. You can’t so much as get an erection with my permission.”

“It feels… crazy,” Charlie confessed. “Like I love it and hate it at the same time. I’ve never been so desperate before.”

His words hung in the air. I let them sit in it, standing naked and exposed, before I introduced my plan for the evening. I stuffed my hand down my pocket and produced the keys to both of their cages. I held them out in my palm for them to see. “Here’s the deal, boys. Only one of you gets unlocked tonight. I don’t care who, but decide quickly.” I raised my glass to my lips, content to sit back and watch this play out.

Tim and Charlie looked at each other, mouths agape.

“Babe…” Tim began. “You know how horny I get. Please, can it be me this time?”

“But- I-” Charlie began, but he cut off. He glanced down at his cock. “Please, Tim. I need this.”

I grinned to myself, feeling very pleased that I came up with such a predicament. These guys were adorable. The longer their argument went on, the harder and hornier I became. It didn’t take long for me to get fully erect under my pants.

“Ahem,” I piped up to get their attention. Their eyes turned to me at once, then down to my hand resting on my bulge. “Pick. Now.”

Tim glanced at his husband with pity, then before Charlie could speak, Tim claimed the privilege for himself. “Me,” he said firmly. “If you’ll still allow it,” he quickly added.

Perfect. “Come here.”

Tim spared his husband a pity glance, then walked forward to be unlocked. The real fun was about to begin.

My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 15

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The first two days of Locktober were a breeze. After all, I’d spent a whole week caged before. Two days were nothing compared to that. It wasn’t until Friday afternoon that I started getting horny again.

Ryan returned from class in good spirits. “How’s my slut doing?” he blurted out within seconds of walking through the door.

“Happy Friday to you too,” I replied. “I’m fine, thanks.”

He smirked, then let his bag drop off his shoulder. He was excited for the weekend, but more importantly, he was excited to put me to work. See, Locktober wasn’t just about keeping me denied. Not without a deeper purpose, as he explained to me the night he locked me up for the long run. The real purpose in all of this was to make me learn my place; to make me settle into my role so that I could better serve him. The concept was easy to wrap my brain around, but difficult to put into practice. After all, it was hard to focus on Ryan’s pleasure when all my dick wanted was to bust a nut on its own. Well, I had a whole month ahead of me to rewire that mindset.

“Fuck, today was a long day.” Ryan plopped down in his chair and immediately took his shirt off. He tossed it right into the middle of the room, directly between us. “Pick that up,” he ordered.

My dick chubbed up almost instantly. I knew what I should do, maybe even what I wanted to do, but part of me still resisted. “I’m not your maid, Ryan. I’m your boyfriend.”

“Oh? And does my boyfriend think he’s going to get out of that cage at the end of the month without working for it?” He had a wicked grin on his face. He could see the gears turning in my mind as I tried to decide how to respond, and he was loving every second of it.

“I- I just-” I stuttered. Then I moved to pick up his shirt. I walked to the middle of the room and was about to bend over when he stopped me.

“Not so fast, James,” he said. He put his feet up on the desk and leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed as ever. “Take your clothes off first. Then put everything in the hamper.”

My mouth opened to protest, but I thought better this time. “Yes, Ryan,” I said quickly. I hurried to undress, feeling more exposed than usual as my clothes fell to the floor. Ryan had seen me naked a billion times at this point, yet he kept finding ways to up the ante and humiliate me even further.

“That’s more like it,” he said, sounding pleased. “Now go on. Bend over. Let me see that ass while you pick up after me.”

My cheeks flushed, but I did as I was told. I turned away and bent down, taking longer than necessary to give my boyfriend a good view. Then I grabbed his shirt, along with my own clothes, and carried it all over to the hamper. My dick was straining at that point, taking up all the space the tiny cage afforded it. God, he made me so horny.

In a moment of bold stupidity, I decided to take the initiative next. “I’m good for more than just chores, you know.” I turned to face him once more, putting my hands on my hips and forcing a brave face.

Ryan’s eyes lit up. “Is that so?” he asked. “Why don’t you start by taking off my shoes? My feet are killing me.”

My pulse quickened. Something about this was so exciting for me; it felt good to give in and accept my fate. I came over and dropped to the ground in front of him, then began to remove his shoes.

“Ahhh,” my boyfriend sighed. “Much better.”

“I can do better than that,” I told him. After pulling off his shoes and socks, I started rubbing his feet. I dug my thumbs into his soles in small circles, finding my own sense of pleasure in each ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ I elicited from him. It was satisfying to know I was doing a good job. It was also thoroughly degrading to sit there, naked and caged, getting bossed around while Ryan relaxed. And that only made me hornier.

“Fuck,” Ryan said after a few minutes of that. “Two days locked and this is the result? I can’t wait to see what a whole month does to you!”

“Me neither,” I confessed. I really, truly was enjoying myself.

While I focused my attention on one foot, Ryan’s other foot found its way to my balls. He prodded at them, gently kicking them here and there. Never enough to hurt me, but certainly enough to keep me on edge.

“I think I’m going to enjoy this arrangement,” Ryan mused. His one foot continued to rest just beneath my balls, still lifting them up and toying with them. “You take care of me all month, and in return… well, you get to take care of me.” He laughed at the idea. “And stay horny, I suppose,” he added.

I felt so pathetic, yet I couldn’t be more thrilled by his words. My brain tried to find a way to reconcile the two emotions, but all it could do was send a signal to my dick telling it to get hard. It seemed like I was beginning to adapt to the servitude, but not the chastity just yet.

“If I keep this up,” I said tentatively, “will you unlock me once the month is through?”

My boyfriend stared down at me from his chair like he was a king on a throne and I was his lowly servant. Which was true, to an extent. There was a sly look on his face, but he didn’t answer my question. “That’s enough rubbing my feet,” he said instead. “Help me out of my pants.”

“Yes, Ryan.”

I pulled off his pants and underwear in one go. His dick sprung out, no longer held back - a feeling I wouldn’t know for a long time. Seeing it in front of me, eye-level, I wanted nothing more than to suck it. I reached forward to grab it, but I was interrupted yet again.

“Ask permission.”

He drove me wild with the exertion of his power. I was beyond horny, and I’d do anything he demanded of me. “May I please suck your cock, babe?” I asked.

“Hmmm…”

“Please,” I begged. I placed my hands on his thighs, so desperate for anything he’d let me do to him. Apparently even sucking dick was above my station now.

He smiled down at me, letting me sit in the humiliation for a moment longer. “Go ahead,” he said.

With permission granted, I hungrily took his cock into my mouth. From that point on, there was no more talking. No teasing. Just the sound of sucking, moaning, and grunting as I serviced my boyfriend’s dick. He acted cool and indifferent at the start, but he quickly became enthralled by my skills. Being caged made me quite the dick-sucker, and this was the perfect opportunity to showcase the talent.

Once I felt him tense up, I forced myself forward and took his cock deep down my throat. “Fuck, James!” he grunted. “I’m gonna bust!”

I deepthroated him once, twice, three times, then he bucked his hips and began to cum.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Ryan moaned. He shoved my face out of the way and grabbed his throbbing dick, jerking himself through the rest of the orgasm. He drained his balls all over my face, painting me with thick, creamy ropes. I held my mouth open, desperate for a taste, but most of it ended up coating my skin instead.

I licked my lips when he finished, savoring the taste of my boyfriend. “That was crazy,” I muttered.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “And to think it’s only day three of Locktober! I’m gonna keep you busy, that’s for sure.”

“Can’t wait,” I replied. My dick throbbed in its cage, denied and ignored now that Ryan was taken care of. Fuck, this was gonna be a long month.

My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 14

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“Ohhhh fuck, James!”

My cock slipped in without resistance. For the first time in my life, I was topping somebody. I was fucking my boyfriend. “Oh my god, Ryan,” I breathed. “Your ass feels so good.”

We were in my boyfriend’s bed, with him flat on his stomach and me on top. I had my hands on either side of him, propping me up as I pulled my hips back and gently pushed forward again.

“Oooooh,” Ryan moaned softly. “That feels really good.”

“Mmmm,” I grunted back. His ass squeezed my cock so tightly. It was so warm and wet, and the feeling was almost indescribable. It was better than jerking off, better than getting blown. I was in heaven. I pulled back again, then thrust forward a little deeper. I lowered my body down until my dick was fully inside him, buried as far as it could go.

“Fuck, James. How’s it feel to be the top for once?”

“So good,” I replied. It was all I could get out; I was too focused on maintaining my composure. It took everything in me not to bust then and there. After so long without cumming, I was ready to blow.

I started fucking him faster, thrusting in and out of his tight hole. As he loosened up, my thrusting got faster, and soon enough I was pounding him into the mattress.

“You like that?” I found myself saying. “You like taking this dick?” It was a side of me I didn’t know existed, but in that moment I wanted to use Ryan. I wanted to take his ass and make him mine.

“Yes,” he moaned back. “Fuck me harder, James.”

I grunted in response, then began to pound him even harder than before. I was clapping his cheeks, fucking him into the bed for all he was worth. It felt so fucking good. Unfortunately, I had neither the stamina nor the experience to keep it up much longer. “I’m- getting- close,” I forced out between thrusts.

I expected some humiliating comeback, some comment about how embarrassing it was that I couldn’t last. But I heard none of that. “Cum inside me,” he said instead. “Please.” He reached behind and pulled his cheeks apart, inviting me to fill him with my load.

“Oh- oh fuck, Ryan…” I kept going, thrusting my hips with everything I had.

“Harder!” he demanded. “Fuck me like you mean it!”

That sent me over the edge.

“AH!” I slammed down and felt my cock burst, the first shots of cum firing deep inside him. “Mmmm, fuck,” I whimpered. My breathing was fast and uncontrolled as I came inside him. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. His hole was warm and tight, and it firmly squeezed my dick from all sides as my cock pulsed and throbbed. I continued thrusting, more slowly now, until I had nothing left to give him.

My dick slipped out, leaving behind a sloppy, wrecked hole before me. My body tingled, feeling warm and fuzzy all over. But my job wasn’t done. Not yet. I flipped Ryan over to find his massive cock waiting to be sucked.

“James, what are you-”

He stopped short as I took him into my mouth. I forced myself down and shoved his cock deep into my throat. After giving me his ass like that, it was the least I could do to repay him.

“FuUuuUcK,” he whimpered.

Now it was his turn to cum. I reached down and gently prodded at his hole. Between the lube and the cum, my finger easily slipped inside. I heard him gasp, but I paid that little mind. I became a machine, fingering and sucking my boyfriend, working hard to milk out his cum.

“Oh my god, keep going. Fuck, don’t stop. Oh my god, I’m gonna, I’m gonna- fuck!”

Suddenly Ryan bucked his hips, shoving his dick even further down my throat. His cum quickly filled my mouth, and I had to work hard to swallow it all, desperate not to waste a single drop. When all was said and done, I sat back on my heels and looked to my boyfriend, happy as a clam now that we had both gotten off.

“James,” my boyfriend sighed. His face was flushed, his hair sweaty and messy. His dick hung between his legs, spent and limp. “That was amazing.” 

I stared back at him, feeling so in love, so fulfilled in that moment. “We should do this more often,” I said eagerly. I loved the feeling of freedom, of being in control and getting to do what I wanted. And of course, I loved actually fucking him. That goes without saying.

Ryan simply laughed. “Yeah, okay. Nice try, James. This was amazing, don’t get me wrong, but don’t expect this to be a normal thing. Now go fetch me your cage.”

So much for that. “Yes, Ryan,” I said. I hurried to grab the cage and key, then brought both back to him. Ryan slid the cage back onto my flaccid penis, which was easily done now that I had recently cum. It was tough to see it locked away again, but I was still elated from earlier. I’d be thinking about that fuck for a long time.

Once he finished locking me back up, Ryan looked at me with a wide grin on his face. “I mentioned earlier that you wouldn’t be cumming for a long time. I guess now’s a good time to explain the price you’re gonna pay for fucking me.”

“Oh no.” I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Normally my dick would throb in its cage at a comment like that, but it was still recovering from one of the best orgasms I’d ever had. “What?” I asked nervously.

He bit his lower lip, reveling in the power he held over me. He pushed himself back, sitting up and leaning against the pillows on his bed. “Tomorrow’s October 1st. Have you ever heard of Locktober?”

“Locktober?” I asked. “No, I haven’t.”

His eyes glimmered. It was like a game to him. “Any guesses?”

“Well based off the name, I’d say you want me to stay in the cage for a whole month. Is that it? That’s such a long time, Ryan. I’ve never been locked for that long.” I could feel myself getting backed into a corner, the desperation sinking in.

The excitement was clear on his face. “That’s what makes this so fun,” he said. “But it’s more than just that. There’ll be no cumming, either.”

“For a whole month?!” I exclaimed.

 “We’ll see,” he said cheekily.

We’ll see? I inhaled to say more, but I caught myself. It wouldn’t help my case to argue now. Especially not after I already got to fuck him. “Okay,” I submitted in defeat. It wasn’t like I had much of a choice anyway. Besides, part of me was a little excited by the idea. No erections, no orgasms, nothing. For an entire month, at that. I thought I could do it… maybe.

My acknowledgement settled it. “Come here,” Ryan said. He waved me over, and so I climbed into his arms and rested my head on his chest. The two of us cuddled there, both naked, with me caged and him free. The way it should be.

“This should be interesting,” I whispered.

My boyfriend ruffled my hair endearingly. “If only you knew what I have planned…”

My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 13

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Ryan shut his laptop and looked up from his desk. “I’ve been thinking…” he said.

“Yeah?” I asked a little too eagerly. He’d been cramming an essay for the past two days, which meant not a lot of attention for me. I tried to act like it didn’t bother me, but I was just so desperate to hang out with my boyfriend. Well, that and maybe a little more.

He swung around in his chair to face me. “I need a way to unwind,” Ryan said casually. He stretched his arms over his head, slightly lifting the hem of his shirt in the process. I caught a glimpse of his happy trail, which I knew from experience led down to a huge, thick bush and a gigantic dick.

“So you’re finished, then?” I asked.

He grinned. “Yup. Five thousand words, all done.”

“Ryan, that’s awesome!” I hopped out of bed and ran over. I gave him a hug from behind, then began to massage his shoulders. “Tell me more about this ‘unwinding’ you mentioned.

My boyfriend turned his head and pecked me on the cheek. There was a huge grin on his face. “I was thinking we could try something different,” he said slowly. “Something we haven’t done before…”

God, he was cute. I could feel my dick swelling up in its cage, already getting excited by the possibilities. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Like you fucking me.”

My jaw dropped. “You- you want me to fuck you?” I asked in disbelief. My dick was nearly bursting out of the cage, as hard as it could get within its confined space. There was simply no way he was being serious. After keeping me locked for so long, was he really going to let me out to fuck him?

“Yes.” Ryan stood and dug into his pocket, then pulled out the key to my cage. “What do you say?”

My heart was racing. My cock was swollen. I was so horny I could hardly think straight. But I knew my boyfriend. “What’s the catch?” I asked.

He grinned. “No catch. Oh, except that you won’t be allowed to cum for a while. But I’m guessing you already knew that.” He twisted the key around in his fingers, idly toying with it while he awaited my response.

I didn’t know it at the time, but ‘a while’ would turn out to be far, far longer than I expected.

“Let’s do it,” I told him.

Next thing I knew, we were all over each other. His hands were in my hair. Mine were under his shirt. We were kissing and touching and groping, stripping each other’s clothes off one by one until the two of us were fully naked in our dorm room.

“James,” my boyfriend breathed. We stopped kissing long enough to look into each other’s eyes. He glanced down at his hands and my eyes followed. Between his fingers, he still held the key to my dick. “Are you ready?” Ryan asked.

I nodded vigorously. I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Ryan got down on his knees, now eye-level with my straining cock. He grabbed my balls and inspected the cage before inserting the key into the lock. Then he glanced up at me with a look somewhere between excited and devious. “Please,” I whispered.

Ryan bit his lower lip, then turned his attention back to my dick. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” he muttered. My dick involuntarily twitched, causing him to chuckle. Finally, he turned the key in the lock and set me free. The cage and ring came off easily, and in seconds my dick inflated to its normal size. Well, not ‘normal’, considering my dick didn’t get to come out very often. It’d be more accurate to say it reached its full size.

I shivered when he touched me. His hand wrapped around my dick, and for a moment I forgot all about the cage and our dynamic. I wanted to tell him how horny I was, how excited I was to be in his hands right now. “Ryan,” I began. “I- oh fuck!”

Without warning, my boyfriend took my dick into his mouth.

“Ohhhh my god,” I moaned. I put one hand on the back of his head, but let him do the work. His mouth was hot and wet, and I could feel his tongue on the underside of my cock. His lips were tightly wrapped around my dick. His one hand tugged on my balls while the other squeezed my ass. It was so much all at once.

“Mmmmm,” he moaned. I could see him smiling even as he blew me. He moved his head back and forth, pushing me from behind so that I thrusted in sync with him. It took everything I had not to blow my load then and there.

“Fu- fuck,” I whimpered. I didn’t want it to stop, but I knew if I came now I wouldn’t get to fuck my boyfriend. “P- please,” I found myself saying. After so long being denied release, it took very little for me to near the edge.

“What’s the matter?” Ryan taunted?

“I’m kinda close,” I confessed. I felt my cheeks turning rosy even as I said it.

He had a hand on my cock now, and he playfully bounced it on his tongue a few times while he stared up at me. Seeing him like that awoke something in me, and part of me wanted to grab him by the hair and fuck his face until I came. But the rest of me knew that was nothing more than a fantasy. Ryan owned my dick. He controlled me, not the other way around.

“Awww, already, James? That’s just embarrassing.” He dove back in, about to resume sucking my dick.

“Wait!” I said desperately. “Please, Ryan. You said I could fuck you, right?” I could feel the opportunity slipping away. As good as this blowjob felt, I wanted more. I wanted to pound my boyfriend into the mattress until came inside him and painted his guts.

“Oh, alright,” he said with a smile. He dropped my dick, then stood and went over to his desk. His massive cock bounced with every step, and simply watching it reminded me why I was the submissive one in the relationship. Ryan’s dick was insane. I watched him retrieve the lube from a drawer, then squirt some onto his finger. “Here,” he said, tossing the bottle over.

I caught it in one hand, then squirted a generous amount onto my dick. At the same time, I watched my boyfriend start to finger himself.

“Where do you want me?” he asked.

“Wha- You mean I get to choose?” I was honestly caught off guard by having a say.

“Of course, silly. It’s the last time I’m letting you cum for a while; I’m gonna let you enjoy it.”

“On the bed, then,” I said. “Flat on your stomach.”

Ryan got into position. His ass looked so inviting, I couldn’t wait to fuck him. I only hoped I would last. The nerves were building as I climbed on top of him. Without another word, I took a deep breath, aimed my dick towards his hole, and slid right in.

Locked for Life 39 - Honeymoon 3

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The next morning, I was finally allowed to put on some clothes. We had some shopping to do before the fun activities began, and broad daylight wasn’t exactly the place to be running around naked. Jason and I grabbed our cooler bag, towels, sunscreen, and of course, plenty of lube before we hit the road.

Our first stop was the grocery store. We got everything we needed for some sandwiches, plus some drinks and plenty of snacks. Once we were satisfied with our haul, it was finally time for the main event for the day: the boat rental!

Jason dealt with the rental place while I waited on the dock. A quick exchange later, we were finally out on the water. The boat kicked up water as we rode, misty spray hit our faces as we went in search for a place to anchor.

The lake was giant. We had crystal clear skies, with sun beating down on us from above. We rode for several minutes, silently enjoying the splash of the waves and the roar of the boat engine, until finally Jason pulled the boat into a secluded alcove. He turned off the engine and I began lowering the anchor. “What a beautiful day!” he said.

“I know! We couldn’t have asked for better weather.” There was a calm breeze blowing, and it was just the right temperature to convince me to go for a swim later.

With the boat now at rest, Jason turned to me. “Right. So you know the drill by now.”

I looked around the lake. “Here?” I asked.

Jason chuckled. “Are you really surprised, Grant?”

“I… guess not. But what if someone sees?”

“We’re on the lake! The nearest boat is so far from us that the people onboard look like tiny ants. I’ve made you undress in far more risky situations. Relax, Grant. No one’s gonna see you.”

The boat gently rocked in place. “Okay,” I muttered. Then I stripped out of my bathing suit - I don’t know why I even bothered wearing one these days - and tossed it at my husband. “Here,” I said.

He caught my swim shorts in one hand, a wicked grin on his face. “Damn,” Jason said. “I love seeing you naked.”

My cheeks flushed. Somehow, after all this time, I still felt slightly humiliated by such a simple thing as undressing in front of him. I guess it wasn’t really that I was undressing; it was more so the act of being told what to do, and forced to follow through on it. My dick chubbed up in its cage, fully on display for my husband’s prying eyes.

Just then, Jason reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone.

“What are you-” I began. But he was moving too quickly.

“Smile for the camera!”

“Jason!” I exclaimed. I quickly covered my crotch with both hands, hiding my caged dick. My cheeks turned an even brighter red.

“What?” he asked innocently. “Don’t you want some photos to remember this trip by? Besides, I want to send some updates to Bobby and Eric. Surely you don’t mind.”

“I absolutely do mind! It’s embarrassing!”

A smile formed on his lips. “Exactly. Now move your hands out of the way.” He lifted the camera, angling it for the photo.

I reluctantly obliged, feeling way more exposed than I did only moments earlier.

“Perfect,” he said as he snapped his first picture. “Let’s see the back, too.”

I sighed, but turned around to show him my ass. It wouldn’t do me any good arguing anyway. While my husband snapped nude photos of me to share with our friends, I set my eyes on the water. I spotted two distant boats, one anchored to our left and another steadily driving at an angle towards us, but still not close enough to make us out.

“Very nice, very nice,” Jason muttered to himself. “Oh! Eric said he wants one of you bent over.”

“What?” I turned back around, stunned. “You sent them already?”

“Duh,” Jason said with that same, innocent tone. He was so cute, it was hard to be mad. Plus I couldn’t deny that part of me enjoyed the crazy situations he put me through. He owned my cock, after all. He could make me do whatever he pleased.

“Okay,” I said sheepishly. “So what pose did you want?”

Jason instructed me to get on one of the seats on my hands and knees. I spread my legs and arched my back, sticking my ass out for him. The cool breeze off the lake ran across my hole, sending a tickle down my spine. My caged dick dangled between my legs, on full display for my husband - and apparently our friends, too.

“Fuuuck, babe. I could stare at you all day.”

Jason sat down, looking through all the photos he had taken. He was rubbing his palm over a noticeable bulge, making me even hornier as I stood by and watched.

“Can I help?“ I asked.

“Mmm, I don’t think so. You can just sit there and look pretty.”

My heart sank. “Pleaseee,” I begged.

“Nope.” Jason dropped his bathing suit to his ankles. His dick was already hard, and I watched in awe as he grabbed it and slowly started jerking himself.

“Fuuuck,” I whispered. It was so hot watching him stroke his huge cock. It made my little caged dick harder than ever.

“If you wanna be useful, how about you show me some hole?”

“Yes, Jason!” I quickly turned around again, getting into the same pathetic position as earlier.

“Mmm, that’s it. You’ve got a nice ass, you know that, Grant?”

“Thank you,” I said with a wiggle, shaking it for him. If he wasn’t gonna let me participate, this was the least I could do.

We carried on like that for a few minutes, with Jason demanding different positions of me, and me complying with each one.

“Fuuuuuck, I’m getting kinda close,” Jason finally murmured.

“Can you at least cum on me?” I pleaded. It was better than nothing.

“Aw, babe. You’re cute when you’re desperate.” He stood suddenly. This was it. I got down on my knees on the floor of the boat, ready to take my husband’s load all over my face. But to my dismay, he walked over to the edge of the boat instead.

“Ohhh fuck!” he grunted. His cock exploded in his hand, white ropes shooting out over the edge and into the lake. “Ohhhh yeah, that feels so good. Fuck yeahhhh.” He kept on jerking, his dick throbbing and shooting out more and more cum until he finally finished his orgasm.

I was still on my knees, leaking yet again, straining in my cage. “That was so hot,” I whispered. Being forced to watch drove me crazy in an all new way.

Jason grinned, then pulled his pants back up before digging into the cooler for a cold drink. “Want one?” he asked.

“Yes please,” I replied. He tossed me one, then I sat back in my seat and cracked it open, wondering what else he had in store for me today.

Locked for Life 38 - Honeymoon 2

Everyone in this story is 18+.

By the time we pulled up to the motel, it was already dark. Jason made me wait in the car, still naked, while he ran inside to check in.

My caged dick leaked for just about the entire car ride. Somehow I managed to keep the seat clean, though my legs were completely covered in precum. Even now, it continued to drip out the front of my cage. I was beyond horny, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Jason came back with the room key a few excruciating minutes later. Luckily in that time, no one came close enough to the car to see me.

“Come on!” he said, opening the driver’s side door and poking his head through. “Let’s check out the room!”

“Okay!” I replied. I turned in my seat and reached for my clothes in the back of the car.

“Whoah whoah whoah, what are you doing?”

“I was just gonna get dressed first,” I explained.

“Oh, were you now?” There was a hint of playfulness in his voice, and I knew he wasn’t done with me for the night. Not by a long shot.

“I… guess not.” I couldn’t help but smile as I accepted my fate. It was hard to believe Jason could still surprise me after all this time, yet here we were.

I snuck out of the car, trying my best to cling to the shadows as I followed Jason to our room. Inside we found a small but nicely decorated place. Most importantly, it had a king-size bed and a shower that could comfortably fit both of us. The two places we’d be spending most of our time.

“Not bad!” Jason said. He shut the door behind us, then threw himself onto the bed. “Ahhh, that’s comfy.” He looked so cute sprawling out and relaxing after the long drive. If I didn’t know any better, I might have let down my guard and joined him. Instead, I kneeled at the food of the bed.

“How can I help?” I asked him. Submitting to Jason was such a turn on. I felt pathetic and used, and my dick agreed; it was fully and wholeheartedly trying to burst out of its tiny cage.

Jason rolled over to face me, a slight grin on his face. “I trained you well, didn’t I?” He wiggled his feet, which were hanging off the edge. “Why don’t you start by taking my shoes off?”

“Yes, Jason,” I said promptly. I scurried over on all fours and got to work removing his shoes. They were tough to pull off, but I was able to shimmy them loose with a bit of effort. I placed them neatly on the ground, then turned my attention back to his feet. As I removed his socks, an inkling of an idea formed in my head. Jason loved it when I showed a little initiative…

“Mmm, that feels good,” my husband mumbled aloud. I was massaging the soles of his feet, digging my thumbs into them in tiny circles.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Ohhh yeah. Good job, slut. Just what I needed.”

My dick throbbed, aching and longing to be touched. The cage got a little tighter then, but I did my best to ignore it. My attention was on Jason’s pleasure, as it always should be. I rubbed his feet a few minutes longer, then started creeping upward. I tugged on his legs, and getting the message, Jason slid down the bed until he was sitting at the edge. I glanced up at him, sitting on my heels while he towered over me from above. A perfect image of our dynamic.

“When did you get so good at anticipating my needs?” he asked.

I smiled. “When you took control of my dick,” I replied.

He bit his lower lip, staring hungrily. His bulge was beginning to grow, and I knew I needed to get him out of those shorts.

I leaned forward, and without breaking eye contact, I started to undo the front of his shorts. First the button, then the zipper. It was second nature by now. As I reached for his waist, he leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back, feeling all the pent-up lust and desire rush out of me. In seconds I was forcing my tongue into his mouth, brushing against his own, letting it all go in a passionate flurry. I climbed to my feet with lips still locked, rising until I was the one standing over him. Then I pushed him, feeling desperately horny and letting it get the best of me.

“Whoah!” he said with a bit of a laugh. “What’s this all of a sudden?”

My hands reached for his shorts once more. This time, I grabbed and pulled them off in one swift motion. I managed to get the underwear too, and suddenly my husband was half naked in front of me. The half that mattered. I crawled onto the bed, climbing over Jason until I was straddling him.

“I like this side of you,” Jason said. He was grinning from ear to ear. His dick was rubbing against my ass, fully hard. I would be fully hard too, if not for the permanent cage holding my dick back.

“Me too,” I breathed.

“Well? Don’t stop now, babe.”

I nodded. I grabbed his wrists and pushed his arms above his head, then leaned down and kissed him again. It drove me wild being in this false position. I held no power here, and we both knew it. But Jason let me play this little game, with the knowledge that I was really serving him and not the other way around.

We kissed and kissed until I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled back, staring into his eyes and hungry for more. “Should I grab the lube?” I asked.

“You better,” he replied.

“Do you remember where it is? We definitely packed it, right?”

With his arms still pinned above his head, Jason smirked. His eyes lit up. “In the car,” he whispered.

My jaw dropped. “You’re not gonna make me go out there again, are you?”

He nodded. “You got me this horny, Grant. I’m not gonna let you off the hook without breeding your ass tonight.”

“But-”

“Go.”

I gulped, then slowly retreated. I let his wrists go, climbed off the bed, and made my way to the door. Fully naked. I glanced back, hoping he’d change his mind, but his face was like stone. So I snatched up the car key and ventured out into the night.

It was chillier than I expected. The parking lot was pretty dark, and at this time of night I didn’t expect to run into anyone. That didn’t make it any less terrifying. I snuck along toward the car, flinching when I unlocked the car and got momentarily lit up by the car’s lights. I quickly found the toiletry bag that contained the lube, then booked it back to the motel room.

When I reached our door, I was shocked to find it locked. “Jason!” I said frantically.

“Who is it?” said a voice on the other side of the door.

“It’s your husband!” I whispered.

He let me stand outside for a moment longer before opening the door and pulling me inside.

“You’re insane,” I told him.

“Says the one who just went streaking in the night.”

“Because you made me!”

He laughed, then took the bag out of my hands. I watched him zip it open, pull out the lube, then toss the bag itself onto the ground. “Enough playing around, Grant. I’m horny, and I intend to use your ass until I’m satisfied. Is that fine by you?”

His bluntness only turned me on more. It seemed like everything he said or did turned me on, if I’m being honest. I guess that’s what happens when you’re not allowed to cum for months at a time. “Yes, Jason,” I said. I moved to the bed, where I got on my back and lifted my legs in the air. “Ready when you are.”

I couldn’t wait to be fucked. Blowing him this morning was fun, but getting my hole wrecked by Jason’s massive cock was a true delight. Nothing felt better.

My husband squirted a generous amount of lube onto his cock, then slowly stroked himself. “Mmmm… I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Grant.”

With that said, he walked over, put my legs on his shoulders, and proceeded to fuck my brains out.

Locked for Life 37 - Honeymoon 1

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“Fuck, I’m horny,” Jason muttered.

“What?” I asked incredulously. We were in the car, headed towards the first destination on our honeymoon road trip. I’d been looking forward to this for ages, and now we were finally on the road! With all the excitement in the air, Jason’s comment caught me off guard.

He grinned without taking his eyes off the road. “I said, I’m horny.” He adjusted his pants with one hand, drawing my attention to his massive bulge. Just seeing it made my dick swell in its cage.

“And?” I asked. “What do you want me to do about that?” It was unlike me to talk back; normally I was practically tripping over myself in my efforts to please my husband. But in the car? I didn’t see what I could do for him here.

“You can start by undressing,” he said bluntly. His hand pushed the signal lever, then he glanced over his shoulder before changing lanes.

“You’re joking,” I replied.

Jason simply shook his head. “Does it look like I’m joking? Take your clothes off, Grant. Or am I gonna have to punish you later?”

My cheeks went red. “No, of course not!” I said quickly. “I’ll undress right away.”

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. It was difficult working around the seatbelt, but it wasn’t long before my shirt was off. I tossed it in the back seat, then moved on to my shoes and socks. There was a bit of a thrill to it all; we were in our own car, sure, but it was still bright and sunny outside. I was certainly visible enough for passing drivers to get a good glimpse.

“Atta boy,” Jason commented. “Almost there.”

“Thank you,” I mumbled. His comments only turned me on more. I removed my shorts, shimmying in my seat to get them off. Into the back they went, and suddenly I was wearing just my underwear. Thankfully we were on the highway and not stopped at a traffic light. I don’t know what I’d do if someone peered through our window and saw me nearly naked. Pushing the thought aside, I pulled my underwear off. All of my clothes were now behind me, out of reach unless I unbuckled myself.

“Fuuuck,” Jason whispered. “You’re crazy, babe.”

“I’m crazy? You’re the one who told me to strip!”

There was a hint of a smile on his face. “Yeah, but you listened. Just like you always do. Right?”

My dick twitched at his words. “Yes, Jason,” I replied. If there was one thing my husband could do, it was make me incredibly, desperately horny.

“Just be sure not to get any of your pathetic precum on the seat, got it?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Now that you’re naked…” he reached down and undid the button on his own shorts. “You better get to work.”

My jaw dropped. “You… you want me to…”

“Suck my cock,” he said bluntly.

I gulped, then quickly nodded. Trees blurred outside the windows. Cars moved in and out of range as we sped along. None of it changed the fact that I was about to blow my husband while he was driving.

I glanced one last time out the window, though it didn’t matter. Then I leaned over from the passenger seat, ducked down, and got to it. Jason was already sporting a semi when I pulled his cock out of his shorts. It sprung to life in front of me, growing harder by the second. It ticked up with each pulse, mesmerizing to watch, until I was staring down his massive cock in all its glory. The sight was nothing short of mouth-watering.

My own dick throbbed in its cage, crying for attention. As if that ever worked before. It amazed me how my dick still acted of its own accord, blissfully unaware that it would never be uncaged again. That realization was reserved for my mind alone. As much as my mind and dick loved to be on the same page about being horny, they never seemed to cooperate in a beneficial way. Only to drive me further into my horny spirals.

I reached out and grabbed my husband’s cock in my hand. It felt so good to hold a dick, even one that wasn’t mine. Then I bent myself down further and put in into my mouth.

“Ahhh,” Jason moaned. “That’s the stuff.”

I started out slow, rising and falling, warming his cock with my mouth and letting my spit lubricate him. My hand jerked the base while my lips moved back and forth along the upper half.

“Fuck, Grant, that feels so good,” Jason muttered. “I can’t believe we didn’t try this sooner. Fuuuck…”

“Mmm,” I moaned in response. It was all I could get out, considering the mouthful of dick. I started bobbing faster, jerking faster, twisting my hand around his massive cock and gliding along its length. I fell into a dick-sucking trance. Up. Down. Up. Down. Filling my mouth, then leaving it empty. Feeling his heavy dick on my tongue, holding it in my hand, always wanting more. It wasn’t enough just to have Jason in my mouth. I wanted his cum.

“Oh my god, babe. You have no idea how good this feels.”

I grinned to myself. He probably didn’t mean it, but he struck me right to the core with that one. Of course I had no idea how good it felt; I’d been caged for over fourteen months now. The last time I felt Jason’s mouth wrapped around my dick was a distant memory to me. I swelled in my cage once again, as if my dick thought getting sucked was an actual possibility. My stupid dick. God, I was so fucking horny.

“FuuuuUuuUuck.”

Suddenly I felt pressure on the back of my head. Jason’s hand was there, pushing me down further onto his cock. Sucking the top half and jerking the lower half was no longer sufficient. He wanted me down there, deepthroating his cock for all I was worth.

I happily obliged. It wasn’t easy, but I wasn’t a newbie anymore either. Being permanently caged prepares you for times like these. I opened up my throat, accepting his dick right down to the base.

“Ohhh fuuuuck,” Jason breathed. “You keep that up, you’re gonna make me cum, babe.”

“MmmMmM,” I moaned back. That was all the encouragement I needed. I held his cock down my throat a bit longer before coming up for a breath, then I inhaled deeply, wiped my chin, and dove right back in to finish the job.

“Yesss, Grant. Just like that.”

I kept on sucking, and sucking, until finally, “Fuck fuck fuck- I’m gonna cum!” Jason forced my head down, pushing me with a hand on the back of my head. His dick suddenly exploded, throbbing violently in my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could, feeling each pulse in my throat, more and more of his cum shooting out of him. The load felt massive, though somehow I managed to keep up with it. Maybe it was because I was desperate to keep the driver’s seat clean, or perhaps it was a sign of how badly I wanted to swallow his cum. Probably both. Either way, Jason finished inside me, and I was more than happy to receive his load.

“THAT… was amazing,” my husband said after a moment. His face was practically glowing. I didn’t get to cum (as usual), but my job was done here. I allowed myself a little smile of my own.

“Happy to help,” I said cheerfully.

“Damn… and to think it’s only the first day of our honeymoon!”

“And you didn’t crash the car, either!” I joked. The two of us shared a laugh, me still quite naked and him clothed with his deflated dick stuffed back into his shorts.

“You know, Grant… Keep performing like that and I might just let you cum by the end of this trip.”

“Really?” I asked eagerly.

“Only time will tell,” he replied. Then he carried on as if nothing had happened, driving us toward our first stop: a rustic little motel in a town we’d never been to before.

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Humiliation Corner

You thought you’d settle in for another Slumbering Toad story and simply rub one out, didn’t you? Not this time. This time, things are going to be a little different.

I saw how you all voted in the latest poll: 77% of you are self-proclaimed betas. I can’t say I’m surprised. Who else gets off reading stories about humiliation, chastity, and denial? Well, lucky you, you’re getting exactly what you wanted. Your own dose of humiliation, delivered by yours truly. Ready for some fun?

First things first, go fetch a ruler.

Got it? Good. Now drop those pants for me. I want you to measure how big - or rather, how small - your dick is. That’s right, size it up. And no cheating, either.

Okay. Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get you fully hard and compare that to your original measurement.

Wait, what? What do you mean you’re already hard? Are you serious? Sorry, sorry. I shouldn’t laugh. It’s just… wow. No wonder you prefer being locked. I should really be a keyholder for all of you. It would be the perfect setup. A bunch of horny, desperate dicks, all under my control… I’m turned on just thinking about it.

You’re loving this, aren’t you? You’ve got your phone in one hand and your dick in the other, and you’re absolutely eating this up. Rock-hard, pumping your little dick, jerking it to these words because you know they’re true. Well guess what? Betas don’t get to jack off like alphas do.

Take that hand off your cock. I never said you could touch it.

Oh my gosh, you actually listened!

Okay, okay, you can touch yourself again. But only with two fingers. That’s right, just your thumb and your pointer finger. Stroke yourself silly, but know it’s only because I said you can. Make sure you enjoy every second of it, because you never know when that permission will be revoked.

Like right now. Stop touching it.

Look at yourself. Harder than ever, and unable to do anything about it. You’re sitting there, staring at your dick, hoping desperately that I’ll let you resume what you were doing.

Are you leaking yet? Is precum dripping out of your useless dick? Go ahead and swipe it up with your finger. Taste it. Put it to your tongue and suck it off.

Good job. Just for that, I’ll let you touch yourself again. Only those two fingers, though. That’s all you get. It’s more than you deserve, but we’ve only just begun and I’m feeling generous.

While you’re at it, I want you to try something for me. Say, “Slumbering Toad owns my dick.” Whisper it out loud to yourself. Know that you’re only jerking off because I’m letting you.

Ohhh, that feels so good, doesn’t it? Those two fingers going up and down your little cock. Jerking it the way it’s meant to be jerked. Keep it up. Keep on jerking. And jerking. And jerking…

Fuuuck, you must be so horny. You’re not close already, are you? That’s just embarrassing.

I can’t decide if I should let you cum or not. You must really want to, I’m sure. How long has it been since your last orgasm? A day? A week? Longer? You know what? I’m feeling nice. Since it’s your first time, I’m going to let you cum. Go ahead, you’ve earned it. Rub one out. Blow your load all over your chest. As long as you keep it to two fingers today, you have my permission to cum.

What’s the catch? There’s no catch, I promise. But you and I both know you’ll be back. And next time, I might not be so generous. Next time, there will be more tasks, more humiliation, and more rules for you to follow.

Enjoy your orgasm! Until next time…

The new owner of your cock,

Slumbering Toad

Twelve Orgasms

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“3… 2… 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

The ball dropped. Fireworks could be heard outside. But I ignored all that. Instead, I looked to my master. “Please?” I whispered.

He looked at me, a wide grin appearing on his face. “Already?” he said with a laugh. “Are you serious?”

We were at a New Year’s party, surrounded by friends, but there was only one thing on my mind. “Yes,” I said quietly. “Please, Sir?”

Conner fingered the chain hanging around his neck, gently twisting it back and forth in his hand. “Tommy… You know you only get twelve, right?”

I nodded. “Yes, Sir. I’m aware of the rules.”

He raised his eyebrows, looking amused. “You say that now. You remember how last year went, don’t you?”

As if I needed a reminder. “I do,” I said softly. Last year I used all twelve by June, which led to my current situation: six months without a single orgasm.

I suppose I should explain. See, Connor and I had a fun little arrangement between the two of us. Most of the time, my boyfriend owned me. He owned my dick, my ass, my mouth… anything he wanted, it was his. And I absolutely loved it. But in exchange for giving myself to him, he allowed me a small amount of freedom: in a single year, I was permitted to cum twelve times.

Twelve orgasms. I could use them whenever I wanted. It sounded great in theory, but it was brutal in practice. The smart thing to do would be to pace myself. I could spread them out over the course of the year, never having to be denied for too long. But it was so damn hard to restrain myself.

“You’re sure, then?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Very well. Follow me.”

With my confirmation and Connor’s permission, we split off from the main party to find somewhere more private. I could hardly contain my excitement; it had been far, far too long since the last time I came. I followed my boyfriend down the stairs to the basement bathroom. The host had said we could use this one if the other bathroom were occupied, and while this definitely wasn’t what he meant, we didn’t feel too bad about sneaking off.

Connor locked the door behind us. “Let’s see it, then.”

“Yes, Sir,” I muttered. I unfastened my belt, then made quick work of the button and zipper. In seconds, my pants were around my ankles. I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear, then slid them off and dropped them to the floor.

“Wowwww, you really are desperate! Look at that thing!” Connor stooped down and got on one knee, eye-level with my dick. He reached up and grabbed me by the balls, his touch sending shivers through me. “Six months… I can hardly believe it.” He reached for the chain around his neck and removed it. On the chain hung a small, nondescript key. “I suppose you want me to unlock you, huh?”

I shook my head vigorously. “Yes, please.” My dick was straining in its cage, bursting at the seams. It knew how close it was to freedom, and it couldn’t wait for a little time outside its tiny prison.

Conner chuckled. He inserted the key, but before unlocking it, he looked up at me again. “Just know that this doesn’t excuse you from your responsibilities tonight. Understood?”

“Of course, Sir! Your needs come first, always.”

That seemed to please him. “Good answer,” he said. Then he twisted the key in the lock and gently removed my cage.

“Thank you,” I whispered. I gently took hold of my penis, savoring the sensation of touch that I’d been deprived for so long.

“How’s it feel?”

“Sooo good.” I slowly stroked myself, oohing and ahhing while my master watched. He rubbed his hand over his growing bulge, enjoying the show I was putting on for him. I wanted to drag it out, to make this opportunity last, but after so long without any stimulation I was already getting close. I backed off, letting my swollen cock recover for a moment.

“What’s the matter?” he teased. “You’re not close already, are you?”

I nodded. I was hornier than ever, but I could hardly enjoy it when it took barely anything to reach the edge. “I just need a second,” I explained.

I saw a smirk spread across his face. He was still kneeling in front of me, sitting back on his heels. “Too bad,” he said.

“What do you m-”

Before I could finish, Connor leaned forward and took my dick into his mouth.

“Ah! Master! Please, not yet!”

Connor ignored me, sucking my throbbing cock and intent on making me cum. I was already near the edge, holding back with everything I had.

“Fuuuck, it feels so good,” I grunted. “Please, Sir. I’m so- ah! close. Please, I wanna enjoy it longer!”

I could tell he was smiling, even with my dick in his mouth. His tongue twisted and twirled. His lips were wrapped tightly around my swollen cock. As he blew me, Connor reached up and grabbed me by the balls. He fondled them with one hand, gripping and tugging on them ever so gently, driving me wild. I felt like I was going to explode.

“Ah- mmm- f- fuck,” I whimpered. I felt pathetic. Less than five minutes out of the cage, and already I was in this state.

Just when I felt like I couldn’t take anymore, Connor paused the blowjob. He glanced up at me with a greedy, wet smile. “Sorry,” he said. “Couldn’t help myself. It’s not often I get to suck dick, considering my boyfriend’s cock is usually trapped in a cage.” Though he was no longer sucking, he continued to stroke me. Gently, hardly touching it, but just enough to keep me near the edge. I took short and quick breaths, shuddering every time he grazed the tip.

“It’s- mmf- okay,” I forced out. I could barely think anymore. The pressure inside was so intense, like a building wave that was about to crash. “Can you make me cum?” I whispered.

Connor’s grin widened. “Absolutely.” He dove back in, taking my cock into his mouth once more.

“Oh FUCK! Don’t stop! I’m gonna- I’m gonna- aH!” I bucked my hips and exploded, shooting my load straight into my boyfriend’s mouth. My dick pulsed and throbbed. Pleasure coursed through me. For the first time in six months, I finally got to experience the sweet bliss of an orgasm.

Connor swallowed every last drop. By the time we were done, my cock had gone limp. He let it drop from his mouth and licked his lips, then reached for the cage on the floor. “How was that?” he asked as he began putting my cage back on.

“Amazing,” I breathed. I was at a loss for words. I finally got to cum… Months and months of pent-up horniness, finally released.

My boyfriend looked happy with himself. With everything in place, he locked my dick up and put the key back around his neck. Then he stood up and pecked me on the lips. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” he said.

“Me too,” I replied.

“Now it’s my turn to enjoy myself,” he added. He grabbed me by the hips and spun me around so that I was facing the mirror. “Remember what I said earlier? You’ve still got your responsibilities to take care of. Cumming doesn’t change that.”

“Yes, Master,” I said.

“Good boy.” He pushed me forward, bending me over the bathroom sink. Then he grabbed my asscheeks, spread them apart, and spat directly on my hole. I heard him unzip his pants and pull out his cock. He leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “Happy New Year, slut.” Then he pushed his dick into me.

Couple’s Keyholder

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“Hello?” A younger guy opened the door, probably somewhere in his mid-twenties by the looks of it. “Oh! You must be Henry! Come on in!” He stepped aside and opened the door, gesturing for me to enter.

The house was absolutely stunning. These guys were young, but they seemed to be doing fairly well for themselves. The place was nicely decorated and fully furnished, with exquisite taste to boot. I nodded to myself in approval, appreciating the nice home they’d made for themselves.

I was bubbling with anticipation, feeling both excited and nervous. It was a first date of sorts, though not a typical one by any stretch of the imagination. This time, it was a couple. One that was ‘looking for a third,’ something that sounds great but in practice rarely works out. Still, it was something new, and I was ready for some fun.

“I’m Charlie,” said the man who let me in. He was all smiles, immediately putting me at ease. “Over there is my husband, Tim.”

“Hi!” the second man shouted. He waved to us briefly before turning his attention back to the kitchen countertop. I watched him pour something into a cocktail shaker, then seal it up and shake it over his head. Between the guy’s muscles and his technique, I’m not ashamed to admit I was already getting turned on.

Charlie led me over, and not a minute later I was sitting at the counter with a drink in my hand. “Great service,” I joked, raising my glass.

Tim and Charlie shared a look and raised their eyebrows at each other. I think I saw a hint of excitement? In a second it was gone, then the two of them clinked their glasses with mine. “Cheers!” they said in unison.

Looking at them next to each other, they appeared similar in age, but that’s where the similarities stopped. Tim was burlier than his husband; while Charlie was tall and thin - perhaps a former twink - Tim was stockier, stronger, and much, much hairier. As I took him in, I couldn’t help but linger on the dark chest hair poking out the top of his shirt. With one too many buttons opened, it was like he wanted me to stare.

“Like what you see?” he taunted.

“I-” I stuttered, momentarily caught off guard. But hey, we all knew why I was here. “Yeah,” I said with a laugh. “There’s plenty to look at, between the two of you.”

Tim smiled. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he commented.

I nodded in appreciation, taking another sip of my drink. I was fairly tall - over six feet - with what I liked to call a sleeper build. I was pretty strong, but the muscles were all hidden behind years of eating and drinking whatever the hell I wanted. At forty years old, I had a bit of a belly to show for it. I used to be embarrassed by it, but eventually I found that it often worked in my favor. Having a dad bod? Young guys couldn’t get enough of it.

We shared a little more small talk until we reached a lull, the conversation finally shifting toward the main topic for the night. “So…” I began uncertainly. “How do you guys wanna do this?”

Charlie and Tim glanced at one another, sharing that look couples always gave each other at times like this. It was Charlie who finally spoke. “We, uh… have an odd request.”

“Well there are three of us, so I’d say it comes with the territory,” I joked.

“Yeah,” Tim said with a nervous laugh. “It’s just, we’re both submissive. Like, really, really submissive.”

“That’s not a problem with me,” I said with a grin. “I wouldn’t mind bossing around two hot, younger guys like yourselves.”

Both of their cheeks turned rosy at my comment. I could already feel myself growing hard under my pants. I liked the direction this was headed.

“There’s more,” Charlie piped up. “We were wondering if you… well, if you would be our keyholder.” His face was bright red now, having spilled his deep secret.

“Your keyholder…” I said slowly. “As in, a chastity keyholder?”

“Yes,” Charlie said softly, looking to the ground.

A grin spread across my face. “I like the sound of that.”

“You do?” Tim asked.

“Oh yeah,” I said. These two were too cute. Young and nervous, looking for someone to come along and control their cocks. Lucky for them, I was more than up to the task. I tilted my head back, draining the rest of my drink, then I placed the glass back on the counter. “Are you boys locked right now?” I asked.

They both nodded. “We put the cages on just before you came,” Charlie said.

“Well let’s see them, then.”

The look on their faces was priceless.

“O- okay,” Charlie stuttered. He looked to his husband, who nodded encouragingly.

“Go on, you two. Clothes off.” Then I lifted my empty glass and shook it, jostling around the half-melted ice cubes. “And once you’re both naked, I’m gonna need another drink.” Fuck, this was gonna be fun.

I leaned back in my chair and watched as they nervously stripped out of their clothes. Gosh, I loved being in control. These guys were in their own kitchen, yet they were answering to a complete stranger. Clothes dropped to the floor, shirts and socks and pants accumulating in a small pile until all that remained was their underwear. They both looked to me, clinging to their last moments of modesty. I raised my eyebrows. Then they each took a deep breath and removed their underwear.

“Fuuuck,” I whispered to myself. I hopped out of my chair and approached, getting a better look at their bodies.

Charlie was tall and thin, but not scrawny. There was some muscle on him, giving him an over all toned look. He liked to keep himself shaved too; his chest, dick, and balls were all smooth. Tim, on the other hand, was just as hairy as I expected. Thick, dark hair covered his wide chest, trailing down toward his caged dick. A dense bush surrounded his cock. Two naked men. Two locked cocks. And they were all mine.

“So you want someone who’s gonna control you, is that right?” I asked.

“Yes,” they said together.

I slowly circled them, taking it all in. My dick was fully hard, pressed to my thigh and clearly outlined under my pants. I caught them staring, their eyes following it as I continued my inspection of them. They were already straining in their cages, their dicks bulging at the seams of the metal devices. I came to a stop in front of them. “On your knees,” I ordered.

Tim and Charlie dropped to the tile floor faster than I expected. “Mmmm. Very good.” I mindlessly rubbed my hand over the outside of my pants, stroking it back and forth across the outline of my hard cock. “Here’s the deal, you two. I’m gonna give you five minutes. Before your time is up, I expect a drink in my hand, a chair to sit on, and both your mouths on my cock. Is that clear?”

They nodded vigorously.

“Speak up if you understand.”

“Yes, Sir!” Charlie said. “Yes, Henry!” Tim added.

Towering over them, nude and locked as they were… it was driving me wild. I couldn’t believe my luck, two have these guys practically throwing themselves at me. So willing, so desperate. We’d barely just begun, but already the power I held over them was intoxicating. “Perfect. Now get going.” I watched them sprint off in separate directions, still idly rubbing my dick. “Oh, and bring me your keys while you’re at it!” I shouted.

I waited in their kitchen, my mind flooded with all the possibilities. So many ways to use them, so many iterations of fucking and sucking and denying their poor little dicks while I got to enjoy myself to the fullest extent. Two attentive, pathetic, locked subs, and they belonged to me now.

Charlie returned first, breathing heavy. He quickly dropped to the ground, presenting me with two sets of keys.

“This is all of them?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. “The cages have two keys each. Four total. That’s all of them.”

“Good.” I snatched them out of his hand and stuffed them deep into my front pocket. “I’ll be keeping these for now.” I turned toward Tim. “How’s that drink coming?”

“Just finishing up!” he said. He shook the mixture, jiggling his caged dick and balls in the process. I watched as he poured it out, then ran it over and handed me my glass. Then he grabbed a chair from the kitchen table, swung it around, and pushed it in place behind me. My demands met, Tim dropped to his knees next to his husband.

I sat down, then took a long sip from my drink. “Ahhh,” I sighed. “Now that’s good. Next time, get the chair first. Other than that, well done, you two.”

Tim and Charlie smiled. Their dicks were clearly straining against their cages, pressed up against the metal bars that contained them. “Yes, of course,” Tim said.

“That’s the kind of attitude I like to see. Now if you two would be so kind, this dick could use some sucking.”

My new subs crawled forward and eagerly opened my pants. My dick sprung right out, and by the looks on their faces, it was bigger than they expected. I smirked, then leaned back in my chair and let them do their thing. I took another sip of my drink, settling in, ready to enjoy the best blowjob I’d ever had.

My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 12

Everyone in this story is 18+.

In the middle of the night - or maybe early hours of morning, it was hard to tell - I was awoken by my dick attempting to burst out of its cage. I’d mostly gotten used to being locked, but occasionally a nocturnal erection would rouse me from my sleep and keep me up for hours. Tonight was one of those nights.

I sighed, then rolled over to check my phone. Two in the morning. Just great. Hopefully the erection would fade fast, then I’d be able to fall back asleep. I clicked my phone off and placed it back on my nightstand before pulling up the covers, resigned to my fate.

“James?” A whisper came from across the room. “Are you up?” Ryan said quietly.

“Yeah. Cage woke me up,” I said softly. “Why are you awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he replied. He sat up in bed, though I could only see the faint outline of his silhouette in the dark. “Wait. You said the cage woke you up?”

Here we go. “Yep,” I admitted.

“Wowww… Even in your sleep you’re horny! Gosh, I love keeping you locked. Come here, let me see it.” He flipped on his lamp, and suddenly I was blinded by the light.

“Ah! Gosh, Ryan, give a little warning!”

“Sorry,” he said with a bit of a laugh.

After recovering from the flashbang, I stumbled out of bed, knowing better than to argue with my keyholder. My cock strained against the walls of the cage, trying to break free but held in check as always. That was my life these days. Insatiably horny, with nothing to do but obey my boyfriend.

“Let’s see what we’ve got here,” Ryan said as I approached.

I stood before him fully naked, no undressing necessary. It was the way I slept most days, now that I was officially dating my roommate.

“Fuuuck,” he whispered under his breath. “You really are horny.” He reached out and grabbed me by the balls, tilting my caged dick up toward the light. “Leaking, too,” he added. Ryan shook his head, an evil grin on his face. “You must want out so badly, huh?”

My dick twitched at his comment. I thought about it for a second, then, “I… don’t, actually. No.” My heart was racing. This could be the stupidest move I ever made, or it could be exactly what Ryan wanted. Perhaps both. “I want to serve you instead,” I found myself saying. “I want to worship your cock. I want to suck it. I want to feel it inside me. My dick doesn’t matter anymore.”

It was like the floodgates had opened. I confessed everything I didn’t know I was feeling, and suddenly it all made sense. The denial, the degrading comments… they were everything I wanted. Being horny and serving Ryan gave me far more satisfaction than any single orgasm could. I was sure of it. More sure than I’d ever been. My dick twitched again in response, oozing out another drop of precum.

My boyfriend flipped off the covers, revealing his huge, raging hard-on. His body was perfect: toned and muscular, with a thick bush and a monster cock that tied it all together. He was everything I wasn’t. “I hope you know what you just signed up for,” he said through a smile.

I nodded. “Yes, Ryan.”

“Good.” He reached for his cock and began to stroke it. It drove me wild watching him, seeing how he was able to touch himself however he wanted while I was locked in this cage. His fist went up and down, slowly jerking his full length. Something so simple, yet mesmerizing. It had been ages since I could do the same. I could’ve watched for hours, staring helplessly, but his voice shook me from my trance. “Grab the lube,” he ordered.

I jumped into action, excited by the prospect of getting some sort of release. I doubted I’d get to cum tonight, but getting fucked was its own form of pleasure. I retrieved the bottle from Ryan’s desk, then handed it over. My dick twitched as he squirted out a generous amount and slathered it all over his shaft. His cock glistened while he stroked it, reflecting the light of his lamp.

“Can I sit on it?” I whispered. My hole ached just from looking at it. I needed to be fucked.

“Come on up,” he replied.

I climbed onto Ryan’s bed, facing him as I straddled his body. My ass hovered just above his cock. “Ready?” I asked.

He nodded.

I gasped as the tip touched my hole, then popped in. “Ohhh fuck, Ryan,” I moaned. I steadily lowered myself down, feeling every inch of his massive cock sliding into me.

“Nice and easy, James.” He put his hands on my hips, guiding me down. “Fuuuck, that’s it.” With a little effort I was able to bottom out, feeling his cock deep inside me. He flexed it, making me whimper with pleasure.

I leaned in and kissed him. Just a peck. Then I pulled back and stared into those beautiful eyes.

He smiled before letting out a huge yawn. “Mmmm… Your ass feels so good, babe. But as much as I wanna fuck your brains out right now, I’m also kinda tired. I’m gonna need you to do all the work tonight.” He put his arms behind his head, leaning back on his pillow.

My jaw dropped. “O- okay,” I stuttered.

From there, I began to ride him. Slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed. I found my own rhythm, grinding up and down on my boyfriend’s cock, enjoying the intense, full feeling I got whenever I sat all the way down on it.

My riding rocked the bed and shook the entire frame. It repeatedly banged against the wall, and for a moment I felt bad for our neighbors. Not bad enough to stop, though. It felt so fucking good.

“Holy fuck, James,” Ryan said through another yawn. “Keep it going.”

Gosh, that was hot. Something about his indifference really turned me on. The yawning, the arms behind the head in a relaxed pose while I did all the work… he made me feel like a slut. Like an absolute whore in the best possible way.

I was bouncing on his cock now, lifting my ass and crashing back down over and over and over again. The bed shook and creaked, but that was nothing compared to my moans. I was getting way too loud, especially given the time of night.

My dick was straining in its cage. I wanted to cum so badly. I wanted my boyfriend’s cum so badly. I could barely think of anything else. Just fucking and fucking and fucking until my legs gave out.

Ryan stifled yet another yawn. “Come on, babe. Make me cum so we can get back to sleep.”

His words drove me wild. I kicked it into high gear, riding harder than ever. My hips and thighs were burning from the effort. My ass was hot and wet, the repeated slamming of his cock making me so incredibly horny. My dick was leaking precum onto his bare stomach, drooling more and more as I rode.

I felt Ryan tensing up. This was it. At the same time, I could feel something building inside me. Like I could cum if I kept this up. The feeling was distant, but it was gradually building. Just a few more minutes and I might actually blow my load.

I grinned to myself. This was going to work! I was actually going to cum! “Ryan, I-”

“Oh FUCK!” He suddenly reached down and grabbed me by the waist, then bucked his hips HARD. I felt his cock throbbing inside me, shooting his load deep in my ass. “Fuuuck, James,” he grunted.

“Fuck, Ryan, it feels so good,” I breathed. I whimpered as he emptied his balls in me, feeling immense pleasure from making him cum but wishing he would’ve lasted a bit longer. I was SO close to cumming. So close…

“That was amazing, babe.” He pulled me close and kissed me, at the same time slipping his cock out of my destroyed hole. I shuddered when he left me suddenly empty, gaping from the absence of his big dick.

I laid down beside him, squeezing in on the inside edge of his twin bed and nuzzling up against his chest. My dick was rock-hard - harder than the erection that woke me up in the first place - but I was also strangely content. I made my boyfriend cum, and that’s what mattered.

I smiled to myself, incredibly happy with the way these past few months had gone. Everything was perfect: I had a loving boyfriend with an amazing dick, my grades were up, and I was happier than ever. And if I didn’t get to cum… so be it.

One-Shot Week!

Hey all,

I'd like to introduce a new project I've been working on: One-Shot Week!

Next week, I'm going to be posting three all-new, standalone stories. At the end of the week, I'll turn things over to you guys. I'll create a poll where you can vote for your favorite story, with the winning story receiving a follow-up part, and possibly an extended series.

The goal is to get you all involved, incorporate your feedback, and write more things that you all enjoy. If this goes well, maybe we'll do more events like this in the future!

Cheers!
Slumbering Toad

My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 11

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“James!” a voice called from behind me. I turned to find my boyfriend running toward me, his backpack slung over one shoulder.

“Ryan!” I said in surprise. “I thought you had class right now!”

“Got out early,” he said with a grin. He fell in beside me, walking with me down the corridor. “Where are you headed?” he asked.

“Library,” I replied. “I’ve got an hour to kill before my next class.”

“Are you busy? ‘Cause if not, I’ve got a better idea.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Like a quickie.”

I stopped dead in my tracks. “Are you crazy?”

He raised his eyebrows, giving me a look that said he was completely serious. “Come on, James. Let’s take a quick trip to somewhere more private. I need your help with something.” He winked, and my eyes immediately shot to his bulge.

“Can’t this wait until after class?” I asked hesitantly.

“Sure… if you don’t mind staying caged even longer. I was thinking of letting you out soon, but…”

“Shh!” I quickly glanced around, making sure no one had heard. “Keep it down!” I said in a hushed tone.

“Oh relax. Worried someone’s gonna find out I own your dick?” He spoke at a normal volume, driving me mad. Anyone walking by would be able to hear him.

“Yes!” I whispered urgently.

He smirked. “Are you coming or not?”

“I-”

Ryan turned and started walking in a different direction, not waiting for my response. He didn’t even spare a glance to make sure I was following him.

After standing there stunned for a moment, I quickly ran to catch up. I thought he was taking me to one of those private bathrooms on campus, the ones where only one person could enter at a time. So I was confused when he blew right past one and kept walking. “Where are you taking me?” I asked him.

“You’ll see,” he said.

A minute later, he turned and opened the door to an empty lecture hall.

“Ryan!” I half whispered.

“What’s the matter? This isn’t private enough for you?”

“Of course not!” I looked around the room. It was one of the larger halls on campus, with over 200 seats going all the way to the back of the room. And we stood right at the front.

“Chill out,” my boyfriend said. “There’s no one here, and there won’t be anyone here for hours.” He took a step closer, and I could feel myself getting hornier despite my reservations. He dropped his backpack to the ground, then grabbed my hand.

“Ryan…”

“Shhh,” he hushed. He leaned closer. I closed my eyes. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Then my boyfriend’s lips touched mine.

I couldn’t help myself. My hands went to the back of his head, running through his hair as I kissed him back, the two of us making out in the empty lecture hall. There was tongue. Heavy petting. Soon enough we were all over each other, and that could only lead to one thing.

“Let me suck your dick,” I breathed, pulling back from our kiss. My dick strained wildly in its cage, yearning to be free. I knew he wouldn’t be letting me out today, but I hoped to at least play with Ryan’s cock instead.

My boyfriend chuckled. “Oh, so now you wanna get risky?”

I glanced at my feet, feeling embarrassed. “Yes,” I admitted sheepishly. “I’m just so horny, Ryan. You know that. You’re the one in control, after all.” I looked up at him then, staring into his beautiful eyes.

He stared a moment longer, contemplating what to do with me. Every second that passed felt like an eternity, with me desperately hoping I’d get to suck his dick. “Show me the cage,” he finally said.”

I swallowed, feeling excited but nervous given our location. “Okay,” I said softly. With shaking hands, I reached down and lowered the front of my pants. My underwear were soaked with precum, and my small dick bulged against the walls of its cage. It was a humiliating sight.

Ryan whistled when he saw it. “Damn, James. I knew you were horny, but I didn’t think you were that horny.” He dug in his pants and whipped out his dick, dropping the waistband just below his balls.

“Fuuuck,” I breathed. My eyes were locked on his dick. His beautiful, gigantic, massive…

“Like what you see?” Ryan teased. He grabbed his cock and shook it playfully. “Much bigger than yours, isn’t it? Even without the cage holding you back.” He was right; not even fully hard, yet he already dwarfed me.

I nodded, still staring at it. “So much bigger,” I muttered.

“It makes sense that you’d be caged then, doesn’t it? When there’s a much bigger dick to serve, there’s no need to use your own.” Ryan continued to grow harder until his dick swelled up to its full size.

My cheeks burned with humiliation, but my dick loved every word that came out of his mouth. “Yes,” was all I could say. I reached forward to grab his dick, eager to serve, just like he said.

“Hold on,” he interrupted. “Not so fast.”

I pulled my hand away. “What’s the matter?” I thought I did something wrong, but when I looked up at him he was grinning again.

“I like seeing you so desperate. As much as I want your lips wrapped around this fat cock… maybe I’ll make you wait.”

“No! Please!” Just like that, I was begging for a taste of his dick. “Please don’t make me wait. I’ll do such a good job sucking your dick, I promise. I’ll swallow every last drop of cum you give me!”

With a light chuckle and a shake of his head, Ryan turned me down. “That’s exactly what I mean. Desperate… Horny… It’s kind of cute, really.” He grabbed his dick and began to idly stroke it. I could do nothing but watch.

Both our dicks were out; mine in its cage, his in his hand. He continued jerking off, gradually getting faster as time passed. Right in front of me, yet still out of reach.

“Please,” I begged again. “I just wanna suck it, Ryan.” His dick was tantalizingly close. If I could just drop to my knees…

“No,” he said firmly.

“What if I-”

“No.” There was an air of finality in his voice, so I let it go.

He owned my dick, that much I knew. He controlled if and when I got to cum. But I didn’t realize there would come a time when I couldn’t even pleasure him instead. A time when I’d have to step back and watch, desperate but unable to do anything about it. It was worse than I could’ve imagined. And like the genius that he was, he made me even hornier than I thought possible. I was practically drooling over his cock. In fact, my caged dick was drooling in its own way, leaking out precum and forming a pathetic puddle in my underwear.

The lecture hall was silent, save for the beating rhythm of Ryan jerking himself off. His balls swung back and forth while his hand rose and fell, bringing him steadily closer to the edge. It was mesmerizing to watch. His hand barely took up half of his length, whereas my hand would cover my entire dick - if I were free, anyway. All the while he carried on, occasionally grunting, then more frequently as time went on.

“I’m getting close,” he eventually muttered. “Come here.”

I stepped closer, with my cage still exposed.

“Fuck, James. I’m gonna- oh fuck!” Ryan’s dick exploded in his hand, shooting his load all over my caged cock.

“Fuuuck, Ryan,” I whispered.

He grabbed me by the shoulder for support, his other hand still furiously beating his dick. Cum continued to spray out of him, rope after rope landing onto my dick. It was partly degrading, partly humiliating, and all hot as hell. I was harder than ever - or at least, harder than I’d ever been in the cage.

“Holy shit,” he said when he was finished. He was smiling from ear to ear. He slipped his dick back into his pants, letting the waistband snap back into place. “That was fucking hot.”

“No kidding,” I replied. I looked down at the mess that was my cum-covered, caged dick. I pulled up my pants, trapping the embarrassing sight in my underwear.

Ryan shouldered his bag again, then leaned in and pecked me on the cheek. “Well, I guess I’ll see you back in our room!” he said cheerfully. “Enjoy spending your next class covered in my load!” Then he made for the door, leaving me extremely horny and wondering when I might be allowed to cum next.

Locked for Life 36 - Wedding Reception 4

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“Ready?” Jason asked me. He dropped his pants to his ankles, revealing an already-hard, leaky, monster of a cock.

“Yes, Jason,” I said with a nod. What a wild night it had been so far: married, then fucked by my newly wed husband; late to the reception, then fucked by our hung friend Eric; left alone with Bobby, then given an insane facial. And now we’d gone full circle, with me about to be fucked by my husband again.

I moved to push off the ground, but my wedding ring caught my eye. It sent a shiver through me, straight through my core and right down to my dick. Permanently caged. Bobby may be locked like me, but at least he got to come out now and then. That option was off the table for me. First emotionally, as I committed myself to Jason when he proposed. But then physically, as my husband had finally given me the key to keep safe - in the form of a wedding band. He had the key melted down, then reformed into a lovely ring of which only the two of us knew the true origin.

Bobby sat on the sidelines, the key to his own cage in hand. He had just cum moments earlier, all over my face, so he wasn’t exactly rearing to go. Still, getting to unlock yourself was an opportunity you’d never passed up. He shoved the key into the lock and freed himself; a deflated, soft cock was the result. For his sake, I hoped he’d be able to get hard again. Not being able to use his freed dick sounded miserable.

I finally attempted to stand, but before I could, Jason’s hand was on my shoulder. “Not so fast,” he said with a sly grin. “Stay on your knees. We need to get you cleaned up.” He stepped closer, then wiped his dick across my face. It glided across my cum-covered cheeks, pushing Bobby’s load towards my mouth. “Open wide,” he ordered.

I did as asked. Jason made me suck his cock, licking and swallowing to clean off the rest of our friend’s load. I traced my tongue around my lips hungrily once I was finished, feeling like a true whore, wishing there were more. Only then did he let me up off the damp ground.

“There, isn’t that better?” he asked.

“Much better,” I agreed. I was the caged version of rock-hard down below, swollen and bulging out of every crevice.

“Good.” Jason stepped around me, itching to put his dick in me. “I assume Eric got you nice and loose?”

“Yes,” I said quickly, thinking back to earlier.

“Even better. So you don’t need any warming up then?”

“No. Not at all.” I arched my back, presenting my ass to him.

He reached forward and put his arms under my armpits, then wrapped them up and around the back of my head. Like a headlock of sorts. His dick pressed against my hole, rubbing against the entrance, threatening to slip inside. He leaned in close, breathing in my ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he whispered.

“Do it,” I begged. “I want you to fuck me until my legs get weak, then keep going. Fuck my brains out, Jason.”

I was unable to move, unable to resist. He held me firmly in place, rocking his hips back and forth, teasing my hole. “You like that?” he taunted.

“Yes,” I breathed. “I need more. Please.”

He pushed forward, and in one swift motion his cock slid inside.

“Fuck!” I yelped. I wanted it, but I didn’t expect to be filled so suddenly. The transition from empty to full caught me by surprise, and I was gasping for air as I tried to relax again.

“Aw, what’s wrong, babe? Can’t take a little pounding?” He pulled back, easing the pressure, then slammed forward again.

“AH!” I yelled out. It was overwhelming. The pain and the pleasure were one. I just needed a little more time to get used to it, but that was a luxury I didn’t have. Jason wound up and pummeled into my ass again, then again, each time harder than the last.

He fell into a rhythm, thrusting and clapping my cheeks, enjoying me like a new toy. The pain steadily faded, and soon it was all pleasure. My yelps faded too, replaced by soft moans at first, then louder ones, until the two of us were fucking and moaning and grunting in the garden. Our bodies were one, with my husband maintaining his hold on me, that headlock grip turning me on and making me feel more and more like the whore I was.

Off to the side, I caught a glimpse of Bobby stroking his little dick, finally hard again after watching us fuck. “Bobby looks like he’s ready to go,” I managed to say between thrusts.

“Mmm, you’re right. Come here,” Jason said to him. He released his hold on me, then bent me over forcefully so I was at the perfect dick-sucking height. “You can use Grant’s mouth.”

Bobby hurried over, eager for a piece of the action. He was lucky; Jason was being more than generous by sharing me, especially after Bobby had his caged orgasm.

A moment later, I was getting stuffed from both ends like I was on a spit. The two of them thrusted into me, with Jason’s hands on my hips and Bobby’s hands on my face. Back and forth, my body rocked between them, pleasuring both of their dicks. My own dick swung uselessly below, hard in its cage as usual.

The fucking continued, getting rougher and louder as time went on. I felt my hair get pulled, then a spank to my asscheeks. I felt pathetic and degraded, completely at the mercy of the men I served. And I loved it. To me, there was no better feeling than being used.

Bobby was the first to cum. He thrusted forward, forcing his cock as deep as it would go. His dick exploded the moment his balls hit my chin, shooting thick ropes down my throat.

Then Jason unloaded in me. He bucked hard, pulling me into him and grunting loudly. “Fuuuck,” he said in low growl. His grip tightened on my waist. He continued thrusting, but more slowly now, milking out every last drop inside me.

I was in a daze. I’d satisfied so many cocks today it was hard to keep track. And I was so horny. So pent up. I got to cum earlier, and now that I knew it was a possibility, that was all I could think about. I wanted to cum again. Badly.

Both of them finished having their way with me, Jason and Bobby slipped their cocks out. I collapsed to the ground, catching my breath, with a smile on my face. “Jason,” I breathed. “Can I please cum?”

My husband laughed. “What makes you think I’d let you cum now?”

“I just- I thought- since it’s our wedding day and all…”

“Didn’t I already make you cum earlier?” he said harshly. He was talking about the anal orgasm I had right after we were officially wed. He fucked my brains out until my dick exploded in its cage. I shuddered thinking about it.

“Yes,” I said softly. My cheeks were burning. Now that I’d gotten a taste, I needed more. “But-”

“No,” he said firmly. “Once is enough. Or have you forgotten your place?”

“No, Jason,” I replied desperately. I crawled on hands and knees towards him. “Of course not.”

“Good. Then let’s get going. We’ve been missing from the party too long. It’s our own wedding, after all!”

I smiled, trying to shift my attitude. He was right. Despite my submissive horny brain’s thinking otherwise, tonight was about more than just sex. It was a celebration. “Okay,” I said more cheerfully. “Let’s go.”

I took Jason’s hand, with me naked and him fully clothed again, and we started our walk back up the path. Bobby followed close behind, cage back in place, with the key returned to my husband and on its way back to Eric. 

Three loads of cum in my ass, plus the load I swallowed from Bobby. I’d remember this night for the rest of my life.

Locked for Life 35 - Wedding Reception 3

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Bobby rolled on top of me, straddling me, then leaned in for a kiss. The two of us were so fucking horny. Picture it: two locked boys at a wedding, used by superior cock then left to our own devices. We went wild.

I bucked my hips uselessly, my cage preventing any sort of erection, let alone penetration. It rubbed against Bobby’s loose hole, unable to enter and unable to feel any sort of pleasure from it. It was a futile effort. The move shocked even myself, given that I’d been without access to my dick for over a year. Fourteen months, to be precise. Fourteen months without being allowed out of the cage, and I still had the muscle memory to try and fuck a guy in the ass. I smiled, savoring how pathetic I felt.

Bobby pinned me to the ground, grabbing me by the wrists and locking my arms in place above my head. Despite his submissive streak with Eric, it seemed Bobby had a bit of a dominant side. I moaned as he stuck his tongue in my mouth, struggling against his arms and loving every second of it. His position gave him leverage, making it impossible for me to resist. Not that I really wanted to, anyway.

He pulled away panting, with a hungry look in his eyes. “I’m so fucking horny, Grant.”

“Me too,” I whispered back.

“This stupid cage is driving me crazy; I don’t know how you do it.” He glanced down and I followed his gaze, our eyes landing on his insanely hard, caged dick. It leaked like a faucet, forming a pool of precum on my stomach.

I smiled weakly. Out of sight, my own dick was similarly hard and leaky. “You get used to it,” I said. My arms were still stretched above my head, still held firmly by Bobby’s grip.

“Maybe you can, but not me.” He let go with one hand, grabbing at his cage. “I can’t get this thing off, but maybe I can still cum.” Then his eyes shot back to me, hungry and wild. “And you’re gonna help me,” he added.

“What do you me-”

In a flash, Bobby climbed forward until his balls were resting on my face. “Lick them,” he ordered.

I had no choice but to obey. Ever since we started fooling around with Bobby and Eric, I was always curious how the four of us ranked. It was clear to me now that I was at the bottom of the pyramid. Even sweet Bobby outranked me. I stuck my tongue out and licked his caged balls, giving in to my true self.

“Fuuuck,” Bobby groaned. His hand was still on his cage, except now he was furiously shaking it. It appeared he was trying to jerk himself off through his cock’s prison, jostling it around with little success. “Damn it, I need to cum,” he said to himself. “Keep licking, slut!”

I’d never seen him like this before. I redoubled my efforts, straining my neck to lick and lap at his swollen balls.

“Yesss, that’s it,” he grunted. It was unbelievable. Bobby jerked his caged dick, tugging at it with all his might, all the while shoving his balls in my face. “This is working,” he muttered. “It’s gonna happen. I can feel it. Fuck, Grant, don’t stop. Oh my god, it’s working! I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum!”

With that, his trapped and swollen cock exploded inside the cage. Thick, syrupy streams of cum poured out of the head, oozing like a chocolate fountain onto my face. See, real men got to shoot their loads whenever and however they wanted. Locked boys like Bobby and me, we rarely got to cum at all. When we did, it was usually like this: a slow and steady spout, dribbling out a pathetic load.

“FuuuUuuuUUuuuuck,” he moaned, still jerking himself. His voice was desperate; it sounded like his orgasm was far less pleasurable than a true, uncaged one would have been. It sated his hunger, but didn’t fully satisfy him.

By the time he finished using me, his cum coated my face. I licked my lips greedily, savoring the taste of my friend. If my husband had taught me anything since locking my cock, it was that no cum should go to waste.

“Holy shit, Bobby,” I breathed after he finally climbed off of me. My arms were released from his grip. I used them to prop myself up, twisting my torso to face him. He sat back across from me, breathing heavily, with a big smile on his face and some cum clinging to the outside of his cage.

“Sorry,” he said with a chuckle.

“Sorry?!” I exclaimed. “Bobby, do you know how hot that was for me? Look at my dick!” He glanced down to see what I was talking about: my dick was pushing against the inner walls of my cock cage, completely filling its interior, with skin protruding from each and every orifice.

His eyes widened. “I didn’t realize you enjoyed that as much as I did.”

I nodded. “I’d try the same, but I don’t think Jason would be happy to know I came without his permission.”

“Fuck, you’re right,” Bobby replied. “I bet Eric’s gonna punish me big time for this. Think we could keep this a secret?”

“Keep what a secret?” With the worst possible timing, Jason appeared from the hidden trail. He caught both of us off guard, causing us to jump with surprise and cover our naked bodies as best we could.

“Jason! We- we were just-” 

“Oh I know what you two have been up to. I’ve been watching for quite a while now. Bobby, that was quite the show you put on.”

“Thanks,” he said timidly. “Um… do you think you can keep this from Eric?”

My husband grinned. “I’ve got good news and bad news for you, Bobby. Well, more like a mix of both. See, Eric gave me the key to your cage; he said I could give you permission to cum.” He pulled a hand out of his pocket, revealing a flash of silver. “Unfortunately, you had your orgasm before I could share that news, which means you’re stuck in that cage now.” He shrugged, then stuffed the key back into his pocket. “Oh well. I bet it would’ve been fun. I guess it’s good to know you don’t need to be unlocked to cum anymore. I’ll let Eric know.”

“No! Please, Jason,” he begged.

My husband turned to me. “What do you think?”

“I enjoyed being used by him,” I said softly. “I think… I think he should be rewarded.”

Jason smirked. “It’s your lucky break, Bobby.” My husband pulled the key out once more. This time, he tossed it directly to our friend.

Bobby caught it, looking bewildered that he was being given the key. “What’s this for?” he asked nervously.

“I want you to unlock yourself, sit back, and watch how a real man dominates a submissive slut. If you’re hard by the end, maybe I’ll let you have sloppy seconds. Or thirds. Or fourths… or however many loads my whore husband will have inside him by the time I’m finished with him.” Then Jason unzipped his pants and dropped them to the grass.

Locked for Life 34 - Wedding Reception 2

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“I want you to make out with each other,” Eric ordered. “With my dick in the middle.”

Bobby and I looked at each other. We were both naked on our knees, kneeling in the dewy grass. It was fairly dark out, with only the faint light of the wedding hall to see by. I leaned forward hesitantly, my heart pounding.

Bobby leaned forward in turn, meeting me in the middle. Our lips touched. Electricity coursed through me. And then he was all over me.

One hand went straight to the back of my head, running fingers through my hair, tugging and pulling. The other went to my chest. He pressed his hand up against me, squeezing my pec, then pinching my nipple, making me gasp.

I shoved my tongue into his open mouth, finding his own tongue and pressing up against it, twisting and twirling around it, sharing an incredibly wet and passionate kiss.

And suddenly Eric was between us. He shoved his dick forward, squeezing it between our open mouths.

Bobby and I only stumbled for a moment, but then we were right back at it. We continued kissing one another, licking Eric’s giant floppy cock, feeling it grow harder by the second. Wet and sloppy, both of us drooling over the superior cock between us.

We lapped at it. Then kissed. Then lapped some more. The focus shifted, and our kiss slowly devolved into a double blowjob. Suddenly Bobby was sucking his boyfriend’s dick and I was licking his balls. The two of us worshipped Eric’s huge cock, the only one of the three that mattered. I was locked, Bobby was locked, and so we were meant to serve Eric as best we could.

“Fuuuuck, that feels good,” Eric mumbled. He put a hand on each of our heads. “We need to do this more often.”

I opened wide, sucking one of his nuts into my mouth. I felt Eric shudder; evidently he didn’t expect a move like that. I swirled my tongue around his swollen balls, wanting nothing more than to drain them. Part of me was jealous of Bobby, who in my opinion had the better job at the moment. While I teased his boyfriend’s nuts, Bobby got to suck his massive cock. I watched him from the corner of my eye, catching glimpses of him bobbing up and down on it.

“Holy fuck, boys. You two are better than I expected.” Eric let go of our heads, digging into one of his pant pockets. “Jason’s gotta see this,” he muttered, half to himself.

We just kept going. I let his one nut drop out of my mouth, then focused my attention on the other. Bobby was using both hands, plus his mouth, sucking Eric’s cock with everything he had.

“Smile,” Eric said from above. The two of us glanced up in time to be blinded by a brilliant flash. I heard him chuckle to himself, though I didn’t have time to dwell on it. Not while there was a cock to be worshipped. “Yeah, Jason’s gonna love this.” He presumably sent the photo, because a second later he was stuffing his phone back into his pants.

Minutes went by, with the two of us hard at work. The night air chilled our naked bodies, but the effort from the blowjob kept us warm. Eric grunted and moaned, occasionally tugging on our hair, enjoying every second of our dedication. Then finally he spoke again.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he said, “I could do this all day. But why don’t we mix things up a little?” He reached in the inside pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a bottle of lube.

I leaned back on my heels, staring up at him with a confused look. “Why would you bring something like that to our wedding?” I asked.

“Because Jason asked me to, that’s why. Get up, you two. I’ve used your mouths enough; I need a different hole now.”

We climbed to our feet in a horny stupor, drunk on cock, willing to do anything and everything to get more.

“Your cock was delicious, babe,” Bobby said. He seemed far more desperate than usual; the cage must really be affecting him. I wonder how long it’s been since Eric let him cum?

“Thanks, slut,” Eric said. He wrapped his hand around Bobby’s waist and kissed him briefly before forcefully spinning him around and bending his body over. He turned toward me. “Same position,” he spat.

I felt my dick spring up, or at least attempt to do so. The cage prevented it as always. I quickly moved into position next to Bobby so that the two of us were facing away from Eric, bent over, with our asses out.

We heard Eric squirt what sounded like a generous amount of lube onto his cock. We listened to the sounds of him rubbing it in, then the noise of the bottle dropping to the ground. “Who wants it first?”

He didn’t wait for a response. Eric lined up behind me, spread my asscheeks apart with his hands, then plunged his dick right in.

He spent the next fifteen minutes fucking us back and forth. A few strokes here. A few thrusts there. Taking his dick out and making our holes gape, plunging into the next hole and making us gasp or moan with pleasure. I didn’t know what was harder: stretching to accommodate the biggest dick I’d ever taken, or impatiently waiting for more when it wasn’t my turn. The longer it went on, the looser we both became, and in time we were both moaning with pleasure.

The moans grew louder. Eric was getting more and more aggressive, making up for how loose we had become, thrusting faster or harder, pounding both of our asses. It became impossible to stifle our moans, and the three of us got louder and louder. It was incredibly risky; anyone could hear us at any point.

“Who wants my cum?” Eric yelled. He was currently standing back and applying more lube, as he’d done a few times during our session.

“Me!” we both shouted.

He laughed behind us, idly stroking his cock. “Decisions, decisions… I guess I gotta give it to the groom. Sorry, Bobby.” Then he grabbed me by the hips and slammed his dick inside me. He pounded me harder than ever before, bucking his hips and grunting and squeezing me and-

“FUCK!” he shouted. His cock exploded inside me.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned in response. He throbbed and pulsed and twitched until there was nothing left, then his soft cock slipped out of my hole. He wiped what was left directly onto my asscheek.

“You two were amazing,” Eric said. He pulled his pants back up and buttoned up. “Now wait here. I’m gonna send out Jason. Feel free to make out, or whatever it is two locked boys do when they’re horny.” Then he left us alone, naked, our asses gaping and our dicks straining as he made his way back to the party.

“Sooo,” I said. Bobby and I were still kneeling, despite having been dismissed. It was second nature to us. Both of our dicks were as hard as could be inside our cages.

“Wanna make out?” Bobby asked with a shrug.

I smiled. “Absolutely.”

Then he tackled me to the ground, kissing and shoving his tongue into my mouth, the two of us rolling in the damp grass until Jason showed up.

Locked for Life 33 - Wedding Reception 1

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Jason and I were fashionably late to our own wedding reception, as any newly married couple would be. We’d just had sex for the first time as husbands, and I was practically overflowing with joy. My husband - it still felt weird saying that - had pumped his load inside me, and for the first time in 14 months, I finally got to cum. A hands-free, anally-induced, absolutely mind-numbing orgasm. After spending so long caged and denied, that felt almost as calling Jason my husband.

Despite the intense release, I was still pretty turned on. One orgasm after 14 months hardly scratches the surface; I could feel myself getting hornier with every passing second. And knowing my husband, there was definitely more sex to be had.

“Jason! Grant!” I turned my head to see our best friends, Bobby and Eric. “Congratulations, you guys!”

“Thanks!” I called back. I waved the two of them over, and after some big hugs, the four of us got to talking.

“I’m so happy for you two!” Bobby said.

“We need to celebrate!” Eric added. “Well, in addition to the fact that this is your wedding,” he said with a laugh. “Another weekend trip, just the four of us!” He slapped me on the back, causing me to blush. The last time we took a ‘weekend trip,’ it ended with countless of my friends’ loads in my ass. I was walking funny for days, especially with what Eric was packing. That guy was seriously hung.

“I-”

“We’d love that,” Jason responded, cutting in.

My cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. Not even married a day yet, and my husband was already scheming to whore me out to our friends. Even though it was embarrassing to picture it, my dick seemed to be on board with the idea.

“Great!” Eric said. “Maybe we could share again.” He gave a wink to Jason, putting his arm around his boyfriend, Bobby. Bobby’s face flushed, and from his expression I could tell exactly how he felt. I’d been there. More than once.

Those two had an interesting dynamic; Bobby wasn’t permanently locked like I was, but the two liked to mix chastity in with their other kinks. And from what I’d seen, Eric could be pretty dominant in the bedroom.

A sudden voice from the other side of the room caught Jason’s attention. “Just a second!” he shouted back. Then he turned back to the rest of us. “Eric, could I ask you a favor?”

“Sure thing.”

“Do you think you could show my husband a good time tonight?”

Eric’s eyebrows raised.

“You know, take him out back and, well… keep him loose for me? Bobby, you should be part of this too,” Jason added.

Bobby looked from my husband to his boyfriend, eyes wide. “I… might not be much help tonight,” he said softly.

Eric chuckled. “Ah, that’s right. I’ve been keeping Bobby locked more and more these days. Don’t worry, babe, I’ll find a way to keep you involved.” He turned his attention to Jason. “I’ll take good care of our boys.”

Jason clasped his shoulder appreciatively. “Thanks, Eric.” Then he slipped away into the crowd.

“So…” I began. My heart started beating a little faster now that I was left behind. But I didn’t feel nervous. More… excited. My own husband left me to be used by one of our closest friends, and I couldn’t imagine a more fun way to spend my wedding night. At the end of the day, this was who we were.

“Come on,” Eric said. “There’s a garden outside, and I’ve got the perfect plan to use the two of you.”

“Yes, babe,” Bobby said quietly.

“Okay,” I said.

All in agreement, the three of us headed out back.

Eric found a small alcove in the garden, hidden around a blind corner. It was out of sight from the main hall, and a small trail in the back led further into the garden.

“Strip here. Both of you.”

Bobby and I looked at each other. Outdoor sex was risky enough, but to be fully naked out here? That would be impossible to hide if anyone walked in on us.

He crossed his arms and huffed, showing his impatience with us. “Did I say stand there and stare into each other’s eyes? Strip!”

The two of us jumped into action. My tux hit the ground, as did Bobby’s suit. Dress socks, ties, collared shirts… it all came off.

Being spoken to like that was a major turn on for me, and apparently it was for Bobby too. With our clothes gone we could see each other’s locked cocks, and both of us looked about as hard as we could get inside our cages. We stood side by side, naked in the garden, awaiting further instruction. It was slightly breezy out, and the brisk night air bit at our skin, making the risk feel that much more real.

“Cute,” Eric said. “Two locked boys for me to play with.” He stooped down and picked up our clothes, then placed them under a nearby bench. “We’ll come back for those later. Follow me.”

“Wait, what?” Bobby said nervously. He was covering up his crotch with both hands, a hopeless attempt at modesty. “You want us to leave our clothes behind?”

Eric had already started walking down the trail. He paused and turned to find neither of us had begun to follow. “Come on, boys. We don’t have time to waste. I’ve got something important for you two to take care of.” He grabbed his bulge, drawing our attention to the outline of his massive dick. By my best estimate he wasn’t fully hard, and yet his bulge appeared larger than both of our caged dicks. The mental comparison was more than a bit humiliating.

“It’s fine, Bobby,” I said.  “No one’s gonna take them, and we’ll only be gone for a little while. Right, Eric?”

Eric tried to stifle a grin. “Yeah, we’ll be back soon.” But by the tone of his voice, I knew that wasn’t true.

Bobby and I followed him down a small cobbled path, painfully aware of just how naked we were. If we were to be caught now, Eric could easily explain how he ran into us out here, having nothing to do with our nudity. For us, it wouldn’t be so simple. Yet knowing all of that, the thrill only made me more excited for what was to come.

After leading us deeper into the garden, Eric finally came to a stop. “This is far enough,” he said.

I looked from him to Bobby. “What can we do for you?” I asked.

He looked pleased to hear my question, like we were finally anticipating his wants instead of playing catch up. He eyed the two of us hungrily, rubbing the outside of his crotch as he took in the sight. Two locked boys, naked and horny, ready for whatever he wanted. “Bobby, Grant,” he said, “I want the two of you to get on your knees.”

“Yes, Eric,” we said in unison. We both dropped to our knees in the grass, eager to serve.

His hands went straight for the button on his dress pants. It was opened in a second, and the zipper was down in another. Eric stuck his hand into his pants, digging out his massive cock. It flopped out, more than halfway to an erection and already bigger than both of us, even without the cages. His dick was thick, with a huge bush behind it, and I wanted nothing more than to suck it.

“I want you to make out with each other,” he ordered. “With my dick in the middle.”

My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 10

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Ryan towered over me, completely naked and rock-hard. A thick, dense bush was inches from my face. His balls looked heavy, in need of being drained. And most importantly, his huge cock hung before me, begging to be sucked.

I sat on my knees beneath him, leaning on my feet. My dick, for the first time in a while, was uncaged. That was my own doing, a mistake that I was in the midst of paying for. It hung limply between my legs, deflated after a brutal ruined orgasm that left me soft but still horny.

I glanced up at my boyfriend to see a hungry look on his face. He wasn’t just here for the blowjob. He was here to put me in my place. I gingerly reached up and took hold of his cock, filled with lust for him and feeling pathetic by comparison. His size alone put me to shame, but it was more than that. He had just given me a ruined orgasm, milking me onto my own bedspread, and in return I was about to give him a blowjob.

I grasped his dick firmly, wanting nothing more than to shove it straight down my throat. Except I was on thin ice after my little jailbreak. Instead, I decided to ask for permission.  “May I?”

He smiled back at me. “You’re learning,” he replied. “Yes, James. You can suck it.”

I felt my dick twitch in response. Without the cage to hold it back, I expected it to grow instantly. But the wake of the ruined orgasm left me limp. I felt humiliated as ever. I shook off the feeling, opened my mouth, and took him in.

“Ahhh, that’s it. That feels so good.”

Fuuuck. I was still so horny. I focused that energy on my boyfriend, slowly taking him deeper into my mouth. I stroked his cock with one hand, fondling his balls with the other. Spit lubed his shaft, allowing my hand to glide along its length, twisting and jerking in a fluid motion.

“Mmmm, fuck. You’re good at this, James.” Ryan’s hand went to the back of my head, where he began to apply some pressure. Not too much; just enough to make me feel completely and utterly in his control. Fully submitted to him, as I should be.

“Mmmm,” I moaned back through a mouthful of cock.

Up above, I could hear him chuckling. “Ohhh yeah. Keep on sucking this fat cock.” He began to thrust gently in and out of my mouth, pushing a little more each time. Soon I felt him hitting the back of my mouth, then my throat. He pushed a little too far, and suddenly-

“Agh!” I grunted. I pulled away, gagging and gasping for air.

“Aw, was that too much?” Ryan teased.

I nodded, wiping the spit off my chin with the back of my hand.

“Ready for more?”

I wiped my wet hand onto my thigh, then reached up for his cock again.

“Whoahhh, just kidding!” he exclaimed. “Though I’m glad to see how eager you are. No more of that for now. It felt great, don’t get me wrong. But I want a little more than a blowjob out of you.”

I felt my cheeks turn pink. I could already guess where this was headed. “You want to fuck me?” I asked. I was staring up at him from my spot on the floor, feeling incredibly vulnerable. My dick still hadn’t recovered, meaning I was unfortunately soft even though internally I felt hornier than ever.

“Soon,” he said. Ryan pressed his foot on my dick, squishing it and watching my reaction. He didn’t press too hard, but the message was clear. He could do whatever he wanted to me. My dick throbbed in response, finally showing some semblance of life, a half-attempt at an erection.

He felt it throb, grinning with satisfaction. He pressed further, adding his weight to it.

“Fuck, Ryan,” I said. “You’re making me so horny.”

“Good. Maybe you’ll remember this next time you think about removing your cage.” He let his foot up, and suddenly I was growing hard again. Amazing what he could do to me with a few words and a slight touch. Giving myself up to Ryan was one of the best decisions I’d made.

“Of course,” I responded.

“Up on the bed. On your back this time.”

I couldn’t believe the dominant attitude he’d taken on. At first I thought it was for show, or maybe he was playing it up. But now I saw that it was real. And that only made me more excited to call him my boyfriend.

I climbed to my feet, my dick swinging around as I hurried into place for him. It was only semi-hard now, though I wasn’t sure if it would continue to grow or simply deflate. I had bigger things to focus on. I got onto my back, lying in my own cum from the earlier ruined orgasm. My ass hung over the side of my bed, with my legs in the air, my hands wrapped around my thighs to hold them up.

“Wow,” he said at my quick obedience. “You really like this, don’t you?”

“You have no idea.”

His look softened. A glimpse through the facade. “I’m really having fun with you,” he said more gently.

“I’m having fun with you too,” I said.

“Are you sure you’re okay with all this?” he asked. There was genuine concern in his voice.

My instinct was to say yes immediately, but I paused to consider. Thinking it over, I couldn’t find a reason to say no. The way he controlled me, the way he humiliated me, the way he made me so desperately horny… all of it felt right to me. It was like… like this was always dormant inside me, and he was the one to bring it out. I felt happy being submissive, and even happier that Ryan was the one in charge.

“Yes,” I said eagerly. “More than okay, Ryan. I love this.” I poured it all out, telling him how good it felt to be owned by him. By the time I had finished talking, he was smiling more broadly than I thought possible.

“I’m really happy to hear that,” he said. He leaned over and kissed me again, though it was partly a distraction on his part. When our lips parted, he was holding the cage and the key, both having been lost in the blankets earlier. “Ready to put this back on?”

My heart skipped a beat. “Of course,” I said.

Unfortunately, semi-hard was about all my cock could muster up after everything that had occurred. That meant my time outside the cage had come to an end, and Ryan was easily able to lock it back into place. The key was on a string, and he held it up in front of me. “I’ll be keeping this with me from now on.” With that said, he put on so that the key was on display, hanging from his neck.

Ryan took a step back, admiring my body. “Now that we’ve made up, I think it’s time to fuck your brains out.”

“I think you’re right,” I said with a smile. Back in the cage, my dick finally had the sense to try and grow hard. It was met with a familiar feeling: that of the suppressive cage walls holding it back.

I watched my boyfriend walk to his desk and grab the lube, then come back squirting it over his massive cock. It was going to be a fun afternoon.

My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 9

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“AH!”

Ryan’s hand struck my ass, stinging my right asscheek. He rubbed his palm across the spot, soothing it slightly. “What do you think?” he asked. “Is that enough?”

“No,” I muttered softly.

“Why’s that?” he taunted.

“Because I deserve to be punished.”

My boyfriend lifted his hand, then came down swinging again.

“FUCK!” I yelped. His hand landed in the same spot, sending a shock through me. Two spanks and my asscheek was already burning.

“Why do you deserve to be punished?” Ryan asked calmly.

“Be- because I was bad,” I forced out. It was hard to think with that stinging pain. “I touched my dick without permission.”

“Close,” he said. Then another spank. I endured it, gripping the blanket tightly in both fists. “But it’s technically my dick that you touched without permission. I own your cock. That makes it mine. Just like this ass is mine. Just like your mouth is mine.”

“Yes, Ryan,” I breathed. Despite the stinging sensation, I found myself getting into it. Like I enjoyed it despite the pain. Or because of it. “Hit me again,” I pleaded.

“Good slut,” he said. My cheeks felt warm and fuzzy; the compliment was nice to hear, degrading as it was. Ryan slapped my ass yet again, causing me to lurch forward on the bed and moan out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

“Again!” I shouted.

He spanked me even harder this time, landing in the same spot as the previous ones. I could feel the heat radiating from that location. My boyfriend unlocked something in me I didn’t know was there before. It seemed like the more time I spent with him, the more of a deviant I became.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes,” I mumbled. My hard cock was leaking onto my blanket, creating a mess of precum down below. It felt so strange to be free; I’d nearly forgotten how that felt.

“Good. Now get up on the bed. I want you on all fours. The spanking may be done for now, but you still owe me for breaking out of that cage. Got it?”

“Yes, Ryan,” I said again. Fuck, this was hot. “What are you going to do to me?” I asked.

I saw a glimmer in his eyes as I crawled back up onto the bed. “You’ll see.”

What does that mean? Once I was in place, he forced my legs apart. I was on all fours, as ordered, with my hard dick hanging down. I expected more punishment, maybe some teasing, but instead he simply grabbed my cock and started stroking it. “What are you- ahhh. That- that feels so good, Ryan. Mmmm, please don’t stop.”

“Oh, you like that?” he asked.

“Mmhmmm.” His hand went up and down, tugging on my cock like I was a cow and he was milking me. And in a way, that’s what he was doing. Stroking me so he could milk out my cum. I was sort of confused; a moment ago he was punishing me for disobeying, and now here he was jerking me off. It didn’t make sense. I was too horny to consider it any longer, though, and soon the thought had left my mind.

“Now let’s go over a few things,” he said with his hand on my cock. “Whose dick is this?”

“Yours,” I half-moaned. After all the stroking I did earlier, I could already feel myself getting close.

“That’s right. And that means you don’t get to cum without my permission. You don’t get to touch it without my permission. And you definitely don’t get to leave the cage without my permission.” His other hand went to my head, where he grabbed me by the hair and tilted my head towards him. “Is that clear?”

“Crystal clear,” I replied.

He smiled, then kissed me. His tongue pushed past my lips, forcing its way inside. I went to kiss him back, but as soon as it had started it was over. Just a tease, nothing more.

I was in a daze. A horny stupor, barely aware of my surroundings. Fortunately, I had the mind to let my boyfriend know I was nearing the edge. “I- I’m getting close, Ryan,” I told him.

He ignored me.

“Please,” I begged. “Can I please cum?”

Silence. Only the sound of his hand stroking my swollen cock.

“Please!” I practically yelled.

“What?” He looked down at me, an evil smirk on his lips. “Oh, that’s right. You’re not allowed to cum without my permission, are you?”

“No,” I said urgently. “Ryan, I’m so close, I’m gonna cum any second. Please, I can’t hold it much longer!”

“Hmmm…”

It was torture. I was so close. Immense pleasure was within reach, but I knew better. I learned my lesson. I waited it out, enduring, each stroke bringing me dangerously closer to the point of no return. “Please,” I whispered.

“Okay,” Ryan replied.

I let out a sigh of relief.

Ryan tugged a few more times. I could feel myself tensing up, and he sensed as much.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna- I’m gonna- fuck!”

The second I started to cum, Ryan let go of my cock.

“Wait!” I shouted.

It was too late. My cock spurted and throbbed pathetically between my legs. Cum pulsed out of me, slowly dribbling out of the tip and onto the mattress below.

“You wanted to cum, didn’t you?” Ryan teased.

“Yes, but… fuck, Ryan. Not like this.” I was breathing heavily on my hands and knees. I watched helplessly as my load continued to drain out, feeling next to nothing. No pleasure, no high, no intense orgasm to bring me peace after being horny for so long. Just a pathetic, miserable ruined load and a whole lot of laundry to do.

Still standing next to my bed, my boyfriend began to undress. Not surprisingly, he was rock-hard.

“How was that?” he asked with a grin.

“Terrible,” I breathed. I was still catching my breath.

“So I take it you’ve learned your lesson?”

“One hundred percent,” I said.

“Good.” By now he was fully naked, his huge cock standing tall. He leaned in close, put his hand under my chin, and raised my face to his. “I’m sure you won’t make the same mistake again,” he whispered. Then he kissed me gently on the lips. His hand crept up the back of my neck, running through my hair. He grabbed the top of my hair at the same time that he pulled back from our kiss.

I looked at him, breathless. My eyes lowered to his cock, which up until now had received no attention.

“Come,” he said, tugging on my hair. He pulled me off the bed, with me following to the best of my ability. I dropped to my knees before him, following the guidance of his hair-pulling, gazing up at his massive cock. “Now get to it, James. This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.”

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