Slumbering Toad

My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 8

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I came back from class feeling hornier than ever. Sitting through today’s lecture was probably the hardest thing I’d ever done. The entire time, all I could think about was Ryan’s fat, juicy cock. My dick was straining in its cage, leaking like crazy, soaking the front of my underwear. The second our professor dismissed us, I practically sprinted back to the dorms.

I forced my room key into the lock, nearly dropping it from how distracted I was. Horny no longer described how I felt; I was desperate.

The door swung open, and to my surprise and disappointment, Ryan wasn’t there. Normally by this time, he’d already be back from class. I was hoping he’d use my throat for his own pleasure, or maybe my ass. Or maybe if I was really lucky, he’d even let me cum…

I let my backpack slip off my shoulder before removing my clothes, thinking to give Ryan a nice surprise to return to. A pent-up, naked roommate - no, boyfriend - ready to perform whatever act he desired. I still couldn’t believe we were dating. I suppose these things normally go the other way around: usually you start dating someone before you let them control your dick. Still, I wasn’t complaining.

Fully nude, I plopped down on my bed and set my eyes on the rock-hard dick I was unable to do anything with. Precum continued to drip out the head, making a wet and sticky mess in between my legs. It clung to my leg hairs and coated my balls, making for a pretty embarrassing image. I sighed, not sure what to do with myself until my boyfriend returned. My arms stretched behind me, propping me up as I gazed across our room. And that’s when my eyes settled on Ryan’s desk.

My heart skipped a beat. I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. But fuck, I was horny.

I pushed off my bed. My feet hit the carpet. My dick swelled to the max, leaving no space left inside the cage. Ryan was already late; maybe he wouldn’t be back for a while still. I tentatively walked toward his desk, my heartbeat louder than ever. My hand reached for his drawer; the one where he kept the key to my cage. With a deep breath, I pulled it open and found exactly what I was looking for.

I cast another glance at the door. Fuck, this was so stupid. I should just wait for him to get back. I should be a good locked boy and wait for my boyfriend. He’s the one who owns my cock; I shouldn’t even be having these thoughts.

My dick said otherwise. Though I tried to fight it, the horniness won out. I snatched up the key, shut the drawer, then ran back to my side of the room.

I felt the pulse in my chest, the sweat on my palms, the nervous fear as I kept shooting looks to the door. Maybe if I made it quick, he wouldn’t ever have to know. Yeah, that’s it. Just a quick release, then back in the cage.

I swallowed, then inserted the key into the lock. It turned, then popped open of its own accord, my growing boner forcing the cage open now that nothing was holding it in place.

From there, I couldn’t stop myself. The cage took a second to pull off, my hard dick making it difficult. But once it was off, discarded on the top of my comforter, I was finally able to stroke my cock. I let out a heavy sigh, loving that foreign feeling of my own hand on my dick. It had been far, far too long since I’d been able to jerk myself off.

My eyes closed and I let my mind drift off. I enjoyed every second of it: the freedom, the sensation, the purest pleasure of touching and stroking and pumping my throbbing cock. I was so fucking hard.

Time slipped away from me. I pinched my nipples with one hand, continuing to jerk myself with the other. I jerked with long, steady strokes - well, as long as they could be, given the size of my dick. Ryan severely outsized me, putting me to shame. I didn’t mind though. I kind of liked the size difference. I enjoyed the comparison and the humiliation it brought. I loved the fact that he owned my cock, too. He was bigger, stronger, more dominant… in other words, he deserved it. And this little jailbreak of mine? Well, that could remain my little secret.

My free hand drifted downwards, and soon I was fondling my balls. I grabbed them, cupped them, tugged at them, all the while continuing to stroke my meat. All the while dreaming about my boyfriend’s juicy, fat cock and his massive balls. Wishing that he’d just come in here and drag them across my face before shoving his dick down my throat.

I should’ve made it quick. I should’ve rubbed one out and been done with it. After being caged so long, it didn’t take long for me to approach the edge. But I was having too much fun with myself. When else was I going to get this kind of freedom? Every time I felt close, I backed off. I focused more on my nipples, or touching my balls, waiting for the moment to pass before diving back in. Turns out, that was a mistake.

Distracted and horny as I was, I didn’t hear the door creak open. Nor did I hear Ryan set down his bags, walk up to my bed, then wait for me to notice him.

“James!” he shouted.

“AH!” I yelled in response. My heart was racing. I was busted. I immediately let go of my cock and scrambled backward on the bed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” my boyfriend asked. To say he was mad would be an understatement.

“I- I was just- Well…” I was at a loss for words.

Ryan shook his head. “I expected better from you. I thought I could leave the key in our room, but apparently not.”

“I’m sorry,” I said desperately. My cock was swollen, begging to be touched, but that no longer mattered.

Then, to my surprise, I saw a bit of a smirk appear on his face. Ryan took a deep breath, assessing the situation. His grin widened into a smile. “I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson.”

“A lesson…?”

He nodded. “Get over here. I want you bent over the bed with your ass out. It’s time I taught you some discipline.”

“Yes, Ryan,” I mumbled. I jumped into action, rustling the covers and disturbing the opened cage as I hopped off the bed. I bent over, my feet on the floor, my chest on the bed, exposing my ass to my boyfriend. I could feel a lump in my throat. I was caught red-handed, with no excuses, and now I was about to pay for it.

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Crystal Cage Rebels 5

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I woke up lying naked in Pete’s arms. We were both naked, in fact, having eventually fallen asleep after a wild night of what I could only describe as extreme foreplay. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much more that could be done with both of us wearing lockgems.

“Good morning,” he muttered sleepily, kissing me gently on the forehead.

“Morning,” I replied cheerfully.

“Last night was fun.”

“That’s an understatement,” I said with a chuckle. I was nuzzled up to him, feeling incredibly secure in his arms.

One of Tourmaline’s hands began traveling downward, creeping along until it came to a rest on my caged dick. “Mmm,” he hummed in my ear. “I’ve never been this horny before.” He chuckled quietly to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.

I smiled up at him. “Guess I’m good at what I do,” I flirted. “At least you get out today. That’s something to look forward to!”

“I know. I can’t wait to bust a fat nut. It’s gonna feel so fucking good, you have no idea.” He glanced down at me, still smiling, then immediately realized what he’d just said. “Fuck! I’m so sorry, Jack. I wasn’t thinking, I just-”

“It’s alright,” I said. And it was. Sure, I wasn’t super pleased that there was essentially no way out of my lockgem for the immediate future. But at least I found someone like Pete to spend my time with. That would have to be enough.

“Why don’t you come with me to the mechanic?” Pete asked. “He won’t be able to get your lockgem off, but he can at least take a look. And maybe after I get mine off, we can… celebrate.” He gave my caged dick a squeeze before dropping it, then he traced his fingers along my side. 

“That would be lovely,” I replied. I turned my neck to kiss him, then climbed out of bed to search for some clothes to wear.

We had a relaxing morning, eating breakfast in his room and getting to know each other a little better. Pete said I’d get to meet the rest of the crew in time, but he wanted to start me off with the mechanic. So we stayed in his room until about 11, then made our way down to the boiler room.

Boiler room was a bit of an antiquated name; traditional boilers hadn’t been used in centuries, but people kept the name anyway. In modern airships, a boiler room was typically outfitted with the ship’s energy harvesters, which drew power from the crew’s lockgems and stored it for later use. This ship’s boiler room had several of them, along with a huge bench flooded with all kinds of unrecognizable tools. Hunched over the bench was an unruly looking guy, probably somewhere in his fifties.

“Jack, I want you to meet Greg Carnelian. Greg, this is Jack Citrine. Former worker on Prase’s fleet, newest member of our crew.”

Carnelian spat to the side, a look of disgust on his face. “Damn that Prase. We’ll get that fucker next time, sure as shit.” He extended his hand to me. “Citrine, was it? Pleasure to meet you.”

I took his hand and shook it, confused by the reaction. “You as well. You know Prase?” I asked.

“Know him? Used to work with the bastard! Then he went and kissed the emperor’s ass, and look where it got him. Captain of a fancy ship, trapping a bunch o’ sorry men and converting them into traveling power plants.” He shook his head. “Well, what can I do fer ya both? Cap, you ain’t supposed to be out for another hour, you know.”

Pete gave me a look that said ‘sorry, he’s always like this,’ then turned to the mechanic. “I know, I know,” he replied. “I’ve got something else for you to work on first. See, Jack here’s got an empire lockgem on him. No key, unfortunately. We weren’t able to steal it when we rescued him.”

Carnelian whistled softly. “Tough break there, Citrine. Well, let me get a look at it.” The man squatted down in front of me, apparently waiting for me to pull my pants down for him.

My cheeks immediately turned red. I looked to Pete for help.

“On with it, now! I ain’t got all day, you know! And don’t be looking to yer boyfriend for approval. Do some thinkin’ fer yerself.”

“How did you-” I began.

“You think I ain’t know what goes on around this ship? Tourmaline here might be her captain, but I’m her caretaker. I know a squeaky bed from a roaring engine.”

This time it was Pete who flushed with embarrassment. “I didn’t know you knew,” he said softly. Then he stood a little taller. “I’d appreciate it if you kept this between us, Carnelian.”

“Aye, Cap’n. You’ve got my word. Now get yer boy to show me his lockgem before I throw him overboard!”

Pete nodded, so I nervously dropped my pants to the ground. Strange, how I’d regained some sense of humility in such a short time. A few days ago, I had no clothes to call my own. Now, I felt embarrassed to strip in front of a single person.

The mechanic inspected it for a moment, lifting it up for a closer look. Then he ran off to his work bench.

“Looks to be standard issue,” he called over his shoulder. “I won’t be able to free you, though you probably knew that already. I’ll do some tinkering and see what I can manage.”

“Thanks,” I mouthed to Pete. He stood off to the side, waiting patiently despite having a ship to run. He’d spent so much time with me yesterday, but I had to remind myself that he was also the rebels’ captain.

He gave me a thumbs up, reassuring me.

A moment later, Carnelian returned with all sorts of tools and gadgets. He dropped the bundle to the ground in front of me, then started running some tests.

After nearly and hour of measurements, tinkering, and muttering to himself, Carnelian stood back and put his hands on his hips. “Well, I’ve got good news and bad news.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“The good news is, I managed to get you synced with our ship. Now any power you generate goes directly to us instead of the empire ship.”

“Wait, that’s possible?”

“Yep. Even over this range, your output was still sending power to Prase’s airship. Barely, but you were still connected. Which brings me to the bad news.”

“He’s traceable,” Pete interjected.

“Afraid so. Seems like the empire can track your boy with that lockgem, regardless of what tinkering I do.”

”Fuck.”

“Whoah whoah whoah, what are you guys talking about?” I asked.

The two of them ignored me. From what I could tell, this was bad. Like, really bad.

“What’s the plan, Captain?” he asked.

“Can we outrun them?“

“For a few days at most. Might have to leave the poor lad behind.”

“No! We’re not doing that.”

“Pete,” I said, putting my hand on his arm. I caught a look from Carnelian, but I didn’t care. “I appreciate all you’ve done for me already. But I don’t want to endanger your crew. You have bigger goals than this.”

“I- Wait a minute. That’s it!” He suddenly appeared energized and hopeful. “We can use this. We’ll lay a trap, then pounce on them!”

“Cap, we’re not ready for another raid. Not after how the last one went.”

“No, you’re right… but we have to take advantage of this somehow.”

“I can go back,” I said quietly.

Both heads turned to me.

“If it helps the rebels, I’m in. Just tell me what you need.”

Carnelian looked from me to Pete, then shrugged. “It could help to have someone on the inside.”

Pete ran his hands through his hair. He took a deep breath, then exhaled. “I’ll go with you, then. I can’t ask you to do this alone. Carnelian, you can track him back, can’t you?”

“Of course I can. What, you think I’m just some second rate mechanic?”

“Good. Then for now, we keep course. We’ll talk more over the next day or so, then go from there.” Pete turned to go, then paused. He looked a little embarrassed. “One more thing. Is it time to unlock me yet?”

The mechanic laughed. “Five minutes overdue. Come here.”

I watched, both jealous and turned on as I got my first glimpse of Captain Tourmaline’s cock. The mechanic used the gemkey to remove the lockgem, freeing Pete. His dick was fully hard before the thing was all the way off, stirring up more laughs from Carnelian.

“I’ve never seen you so horny, Cap! You and your boy enjoy yourselves now. We’ll sort out a plan soon enough.”

Pete blushed. “Between us, Carnelian. Don’t forget it.”

“Copy that, Sir.”

Pete looked toward me. “Come on. We’ve got some business to take care of.” He grinned, barely able to hide the boner in his pants.

Crystal Cage Rebels 4

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The stew was delicious. Best food I’d had in a long time; far better than the slop they served on the empire airship.

While I ate, Pete explained a bit more about my situation. I had a decision to make: get dropped off at the nearest free city, or join the rebels’ cause. Either way, they wouldn’t be able to free me. I'd remain trapped in my lockgem until they eventually - hopefully - managed to run another raid on the empire. Successfully. On the correct ship.

“What do you think I should do?” I asked.

Pete considered for a moment. He opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again.

“What?” I pressed.

“It’s just… what I think you should do and what I want you to do are two different things.”

“And what do you want me to do?”

“Stay,” he whispered softly. He glanced away.

We sat on the edge of his bed, our legs dangling freely. An empty bowl of stew remained in my hands. “Pete…”

“Sorry. I know we haven’t known each other very long, but-”

“It’s okay,” I interrupted. “It’s not like I have anyone to return to. Besides, I enjoy your company. Truly.”

Pete looked back at me, smiling uneasily. “So then…?”

“I’ll stay,” I said firmly.

Tourmaline let out an audible sigh of relief, paired with a wide grin. “I’m glad to have you, Jack. It’ll be refreshing to have a new face around here. Especially someone with similar interests.” He placed a hand on my thigh, something far more forward than I expected from him. I saw him in a new light suddenly. Those eyes, they seemed to be longing for something.

Similar interests? What did he mean by that? I ran through all the things I’d shared in our brief interactions leading up to this point. Nothing really stood out in my mind. Unless… he did perk up when I confessed I enjoyed getting bred by Captain Prase. Which meant… was Tourmaline into guys? Into… me?

I could feel my heart beating faster. I reached out and rested my hand on top of his. We stared into each other’s eyes. There was a deep-rooted fear there. Fear of rejection. Paired with it was an even stronger desire for something more. I took a deep breath, praying I was reading the signs right. Then I leaned forward and kissed him.

To my relief, Pete kissed me back. His other hand reached up to caress my face; his gentle touch traced my chin before he reached behind and ran his fingers through my hair.

I let the empty bowl clatter to the floor, putting my hand on the back of his neck in turn. Our faces were one, sealed by a passionate, steamy kiss that I never wanted to end. I opened my mouth slightly, daring him to enter.

Tourmaline took the opening, forcing his tongue inside. I gasped, filled with lust more strongly than ever before. More than my days back on the farm. More than my time on the empire’s airship. I wanted every inch of Pete.

I pushed my tongue against his, desperate for more. I shoved him backward onto the bed, climbing over him. He shimmied over so I could more easily straddle him. I sat on top of him, still kissing, my hands explored his body while his explored mine. Pete went for my chest, feeling the muscle, squeezing my pecs. I had other plans.

I traced his chest briefly, then my hands went right to the hem of his shirt. I lifted it up, forcing us to separate from our kiss as I pulled it over his head and tossed it aside.

“Jack,” he breathed. His face was red, but he was all smiles.

I leaned over and kissed him again. Then I kissed his neck. Then his chest, slowly working my way down his body with small, gentle pecks.

“Jack,” he said again. His tone was different this time. “Hold on.”

“Shhhh,” I hushed, digging my fingers into the waistband of his pants. I kissed just below his stomach next. I could feel myself straining in the lockgem, desperate for any sort of stimulation. I knew it wouldn’t come, not in the traditional way. So I tugged on his pants, yanking them down to his knees, hungry for his cock. Instead, I was met with a bright blue lockgem.

“I tried to explain,” he muttered. I could tell without looking at him that he was embarrassed.

It was my fault really. Pete told me about the crew’s arrangement. About the two week shifts, how he was trapped in his lockgem until noon tomorrow. “Sorry,” I said. Pete’s gem was glowing bright, almost blindingly so. I smirked despite the awkward situation, glad to know he was enjoying this as much as I was.

“It’s okay,” he said. He tried to reassure me, but we both knew there wasn’t much you could do between two locked men. Still, there had to be something. An idea formed in my head.

“Pete. Tourmaline. Sorry, I still don’t know what to call you.” I could feel myself rambling to fill the nervous space in the air. “You get out tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah. But how does that help us now?”

“Let me build the anticipation for you then. Really give you something to look forward to.” I bit my lower lip, looking up at him from the foot of his bed. My fingers were still in his waistband, which was still at his knees. I gave it a soft tug, waiting for his approval.

Pete grinned. “Alright” he said. “Oh, and Jack? Out there, call me Captain. But in here, you can call me anything you like.” Then he lifted his feet, letting me pull his pants the rest of the way off in one go. I stared at his body for just a moment, then hurriedly stripped down on the bed. It wasn’t very graceful, but soon enough we were both naked in the captain’s tiny bed.

“Okay, Petey,” I teased. I climbed back up and kissed him again. Our naked bodies intertwined on the mattress, hands touching skin, grabbing, groping each other, feeling anywhere and everywhere within reach. My hand grazed his thigh. His squeezed my ass. We got lost exploring each other’s bodies, enjoying an intimate connection we never thought we’d find.

Neither of us were able to cum, but that didn’t stop us from enjoying ourselves. Suffice it to say, we didn’t get much sleep that night.

Crystal Cage Rebels 3

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The blast knocked me out cold. When I came to, I was in a strange room with no recollection of how I got there. I remembered getting fucked by Captain Prase, then the explosion, but nothing after that.

“Good, you’re awake. I was worried for a minute there.”

“Who are you?” I asked. I was still naked, still wearing the lockgem, though it appeared my new caretaker had tossed a blanket over me. I pulled it close, covering up as much as I could.

The stranger put his hands in the air. “Easy there,” he said calmly. “The name’s Pete. Pete Tourmaline. You can call me by either name; I don’t mind.”

“I’m Jack Citrine.”

He stepped forward, showing a warm and disarming smile. “I’m the leader of the Crystal Cage Rebels. We fight the empire. Push back against their oppression. Free others from their gemlocks. That sort of stuff.” He shrugged.

I started to ease a little, taking stock of the situation. “So that explosion… that was you guys?”

He nodded. “Rescue operation. We’d been planning it for months.”

“You saved me?”

“Yep.”

“Wait. Then… does that mean you have my gemkey?” I quickly stood up, dropping the blanket and not caring that I was completely exposed to the stranger before me. I thought he’d share in my excitement, but Pete only glanced away.

“Not exactly,” he replied. “There were some… complications. A minor hiccup.”

My heart sank. “What do you mean?”

He turned back towards me. “They were ready for us. I don’t know how, but they knew we were coming. We were only able to pull you out because you were… with the captain.”

“Oh.” My cheeks flushed bright pink. “You saw that?”

“Yeah,” he said sheepishly. “We kind of used it as a distraction. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said quickly. Then I lowered my voice, feeling ashamed. “I… actually enjoyed it,” I muttered.

“You… ahh. I see.” Pete stood a little taller then. In that brief admission, something changed in him. In the way he viewed me. He seemed… excited? Or was I just imagining it?

“Well, not to worry,” he added with a smile. “You’ll be a welcome addition to the crew.”

“Thanks,” I said. I felt a little more at ease having someone normal to talk to for once. No uptight captains telling me to go fuck myself, or gooned out crewmates drooling over themselves. Just a normal guy.

Thinking back to the crew got me stirring. The horniness came rushing back, hitting me like a crashing wave, pressing down on me. My ass still ached from Captain Prase’s fat cock, and unfortunately my lockgem wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. My dick swelled with all its might against the hard crystal, desperate to be free. But the lockgem didn’t so much as budge. It fed off that horny feeling, emitting a soft glow that brightened the room. Pete cast his eyes downward, focusing on that light.

I quickly covered my crotch with both hands, blocking as much light as I could and feeling a burning humiliation in my cheeks.

Pete only chuckled. “Horny?” he asked.

Somehow his laugh put me at ease. He wasn’t mocking me like Captain Prase would have. He was laughing with me. “Yeah,” I said, chuckling a bit myself. “It’s been a crazy couple of weeks.”

“I know how you feel,” he said.

I perked up at that. “You do?”

Pete Tourmaline nodded. “More than you think.” He took a deep breath, then shoved his pants down to reveal a crystal similar to my own. It held a soft glow, not nearly as bright as mine was, but still revealing he was at least a little turned on.

I whistled softly. “How long have you been locked?” I asked.

“It’s not that simple. We’ve got the keys, but we need the energy source. It’s too potent to ignore. So we take shifts. Two weeks at a time. I’m nearly finished with mine; I’ll be out tomorrow at noon.”

“Oh.” I tilted my head, thoughtful. “That’s pretty civil. Why doesn’t the empire do the same?”

Tourmaline let his waistband snap back into place. “Because of the arousal-efficiency curve.”

I stared at him blankly. “The what?”

“Sorry. Engineering talk. In layman’s terms, the longer you’re trapped in a lockgem, the more efficient the energy generation. Our little crew gets by with two-week shifts, but we can’t compete with the empire’s generators. Not without seriously compromising our morals, anyway.”

“Got it. So then my three weeks…”

“Makes you a pretty potent source of energy.” He stepped closer, leaning down and picking up the blanket. He lifted it from the ground, shook it out, then handed it over.

“Thanks,” I said sheepishly. With one hand still covering my crotch, I reached out and grabbed it. Our hands touched for a moment, making my heart skip with excitement. It was an unexpected feeling. We each retracted our hands, and as quickly as it happened the moment had passed.

“No problem,” Pete replied. He glanced away, averting his gaze from my naked body. “Wrap that around yourself. We don’t have a permanent place for you yet, but I’ll bring you to my quarters for now. I can lend you some of my clothes.”

Making sure he was really looking away, I swept the blanket over my shoulders and wrapped it tightly around myself. “Ready,” I said firmly.

Tourmaline’s room was small; definitely not what I expected for an airship captain. I suppose a rebel group on the run didn’t have the same luxuries that an empire fleet did. His room held a few personal belongings, a tiny dresser, and a single twin bed.

“This is home,” he said, waving his hand out towards the room.

“It’s nice,” I managed to say. But despite my internal complaints, it was far nicer than my previous living conditions. At least he had a room to himself, instead of having to eat, sleep, and fuck himself all in the same place, naked day in and day out.

Pete pulled open the top dresser drawer, revealing a few plain pants and shirts. “Take whatever you’d like. Hopefully they’ll fit well enough.” He gave me that warm smile again, making me feel more at home than I had in ages.

“You’re kind. I’m not used to this sort of treatment.” I stepped in beside him, then began fingering through some clothes.

He shrugged. “It’s the least I could do.” He took a breath, then slowly exhaled. He seemed nervous around me. Or was I imagining it? “You said your name was Jack, right? I’m really sorry about the gemkey. I promise I’ll do whatever I can to get you out of that lockgem. You have my word.”

“I-“

“It’s okay. You don’t have to respond right now. I know it’s a lot, really. Just get dressed and hang out in here for now, and I’ll grab you some stew and come back in a minute. I’m sure you have questions, and you deserve some answers.”

Before I could say anything else, Pete was out the door. I turned my focus back to his clothes, trying to decide which bland outfit I’d look cutest in. Because in the few minutes I’d spent around the guy, I was already feeling an attraction to him.

Locked for Life 32 - Wedding day

All characters in this story are 18+.

I waited alone in a small room, just off the wing of the main altar. My fiancé was in a similar room on the other side. In just a few minutes, we’d walk out together to be married.

While I waited, I thought back to last night. Jason had given me a choice, and I had turned down my last shot at freedom. I’d decided to enter this marriage the same way I entered our engagement: locked forever. I felt my dick start to chub up, and for once I was actually thankful for the cage. I’d rather not have a boner in front of everyone I knew.

A knock at the door pulled me back to the present. It was time.

Jason and I approached from opposite sides of the altar. His face was beaming, that beautiful smile creating wrinkles near the sides of his eyes. He looked incredibly handsome with his hair pushed back, the tuxedo fitting him perfectly.

We met in the middle, the officiant on one side of us and the crowd on the other. Jason reached out and took my hands. I was so excited, so nervous, that I barely processed anything the officiant said until it was time to exchange the rings.

“You first,” Jason whispered.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the ring I had chosen for him. Sliver, decently thick and masculine. It matched his personality perfectly. “Jason, do you take me to be your husband?” I asked.

“I do,” he replied. He extended his hand and allowed me to slide the ring onto his finger.

Now it was his turn. Instead of reaching into a pocket, he pulled the chain off from around his neck. But this time, there wasn’t a key attached to it. There was a ring. I stared in disbelief as he undid the clasp, then took the ring off the chain.

“Grant,” he began. “I think you know what this is.”

My heart was pounding in my chest. I nodded.

“Do you take me to be your husband? Do you agree to be mine forever?”

I looked into his eyes. There was a double meaning to his words, one that only I could understand. I was agreeing to be his forever, but in more ways than one. This was truly permanent. “I do.”

He slipped the ring onto my finger. From now on I would wear both key and cage, but I would never be free again. And just like that, I was incredibly turned on.

We turned to the officiant. “You may now kiss,” he said.

Jason grabbed me around the waist and kissed me deeply. I heard our friends and family clapping, whistles and cheers adding to the noise. It was perfect.

When we finally parted our lips, Jason turned to the crowd. “See you all at the reception!”

People began slowly filing out, gradually making their way to the party. Jason and I would be there soon enough, but we had other plans first. “Let’s go,” he whispered in my ear.

Newly married, Jason and I arrived at home with lightning speed. We were due at our own party, but my husband had promised me something the night before.

The moment we walked through the door, he was all over me. Heavy kissing. Hands grabbing. Clothes falling to the floor. In seconds we were both naked, stumbling toward the bedroom.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” Jason whispered in my ear. We fell onto the bed, him on top and me underneath. His hard cock grazed my skin as he kissed me, then grinded against me, eager to put that giant thing in my ass.

I moaned in response. My dick had never tried so hard to break out of its cage before. It was pressed against the inside, expanding as much as possible but still unable to grow fully erect. And now that the key was reformed into the ring on my finger, it never would.

“You’re gonna walk back into that party with my cum in your ass, babe.” He lifted my legs in the air and forced them apart, sitting on his knees in between them. I was on my back, staring up at the man I just married, waiting for him to fuck my brains out.

“I can’t wait,” I said. I grabbed the underside of my legs, holding them up for him.

He spat onto his cock, then pressed the head against my hole.

“Mmmm,” I groaned. The tip slowly pushed inside, opening me up. It seemed Jason was taking it easy on me, giving me time to warm up before he wrecked my hole. 

My husband grinned. “This time it’s all about you,” he said. “You’ve been so good for so long… you deserve a little special treatment.” He gently thrust forward, gradually entering me, filling me inch by inch. When he was about halfway in, he pulled out and spat on his cock again, then slipped back inside.

“Fuuuck, Jason. It feels so good.”

“Just you wait,” he said with a smile. He was fully inside me now, his hips pressed against my ass. He stayed there a moment, allowing me time to get accustomed to his size. Precum dripped out of my dick, leaking out of the front of the cage and running down onto my balls. I used to feel embarrassed by that, but now it just felt right.

“I’m ready,” I whispered.

Jason leaned down and kissed me. I wrapped my arms and legs around his body, pulling him close. He started thrusting, slowly at first, but very quickly ramping up the pace. Each thrust was a little faster than the last, and soon he was pounding my hole. He broke our kiss to prop himself up, his arms on either side of me now. With better leverage, his cock slammed into me even faster and deeper than before.

“That- ah!- feels- mmf!- so- good!” I shouted between thrusts. He was relentless.

He simply grunted in response. Everything about it was incredible, each feeling dialed up to an eleven. His cock pounded into me over and over again. It slipped in and out of my hole, filling me with pleasure. My ass was loose and wet, and each thrust made my hole feel amazing. But there was more going on. Another sensation, subtle at first but slowly building.

“Keep going!” I cried out. He was clapping into me, fully focused, sweat beading on his forehead. Like a machine, slamming into me with precision. He hit the same spot each time, building up a pressure inside me. Like a wave gaining height, gathering momentum, but you can’t tell how far it is.

Jason’s stamina amazed me. “I’m gonna fill you with cum,” he said.

“Not yet!” I pleaded. “Please, just a little more!”

He grinned. He was going at full speed. My hole was screaming. Pressure was building. My dick was straining. I felt like I was going to explode.

“Oh my god! Oh my god, don’t stop!” It was so intense. Like nothing I’d ever known before. 

“I’m gonna cum!” Jason yelled.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Cum in me!” I shouted in response. And then my dick exploded.

“Yes!” Jason moaned. He thrust into me, his cock throbbing inside and filling my hole. My ass spasmed, clenching and unclenching uncontrollably. And my dick poured out a pathetic, creamy white load that streamed out of my cage and down onto my balls.

I grabbed onto the blankets on either side of me, holding on tight as I came. It was intense, coursing through me, different from anything I’d ever felt. After months and months of denial, this final release opened the floodgates for me. My dick continued pulsing in the cage and there was so. much. cum. I was shaking uncontrollably, breathing fast, Jason’s cock still inside me. The last time I had cum was when Jason sucked my dick months ago. That was amazing at the time, but this was otherworldly.

After he was finished cumming inside me, Jason pulled out and flopped down on the bed next to me. He was panting, sweaty and red in the face, grinning from ear to ear. “I can’t believe I made you cum,” he said.

“Me neither,” I said. I let my legs drop to the bed, then turned to face him. I was still shaking slightly, and my hole was left with a lingering soreness that I’d feel for the rest of the night. I rubbed my thumb against my ring, a new reminder of my locked life. “Guess I belong in the cage after all,” I joked.

My husband chuckled. “Definitely.” Then he rolled onto his side and kissed me on the cheek.

This is how it would be for the rest of our lives. Jason had shown me that I could cum, even if it was a different kind of orgasm. Even if I could never get hard again. I belonged to him completely, and I was happy with my decision. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Locked for Life 31 - Last chance for freedom

All characters in this story are 18+.

Months passed. Time blurred. I spent it all locked up, eternally horny, desperate for a release that would never come. Before I knew it, it was the eve of our wedding. I sat at the foot of our bed, the morning sun shining through the windows, as I pondered the final details of our special day.

“What do you think?” Jason asked. He walked into the room wearing his wedding tux.

“You look amazing!” I said. “But I thought I wasn’t supposed to see it until tomorrow!”

“Oh, who cares about silly stuff like that?” My fiancé leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Besides, you have more important things to worry about.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Like this.” Jason pulled a chain out from under his collar, revealing the key to my cage. It dangled in front of my face, instantly sending a rush of blood to my dick. All these months later and I still didn’t have that under control.

“What about it?” I asked nervously.

My fiancé grinned, then pulled the chain up and off his neck. “I’ve been thinking…” he began. He paced in front of me, looking down at the key he held. The key to my dick, the little piece of metal that stood between me and freedom. “That day, when I proposed to you… I really sprung this on you, didn’t I?”

I tilted my head as I considered his words. “Yeah, I guess you kind of did. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t enjoyed it!”

“Still…” he said, shaking his head. He stopped pacing and turned to face me. “We’re getting married tomorrow. I don’t want to go into this with second thoughts. And I think it’s only fair that you get one last chance to change your mind.”

“What? What are you saying? Of course I want to marry you! You can’t get cold feet now!”

Jason smiled. “Oh, Grant. That’s not the choice I’m talking about. I’m talking about this.” He presented the key in his open palm. “One last chance at freedom. It’s yours if you want it.”

My jaw dropped. “Are… are you sure?” I felt my pulse quicken. This couldn’t be real.

He nodded. “Before you answer, I want you to really consider it. Consider what it means to you.”

I swallowed. This was a big decision to make. Be locked for the rest of my life, or… or what? I’d been locked so long, I could hardly remember what it was like being free. I searched my memory for a time when I could get hard, when I could actually cum. The memories were there, but they were faded. Distant. The sensations - those of stroking my own dick and shooting loads - were all but gone. Did I ever really need them to begin with?

I looked up at my fiancé, who was awaiting an answer. I opened my mouth, but the words wouldn’t come out.

“Wait,” he said. “There’s something you need to do before you make a final decision. Take your clothes off, Grant.”

This far into our engagement, I didn’t question things like that. When Jason told me to get naked, I did it. So I took everything off, baring it all the morning before our wedding. Naked except the cage, which had become a part of me at this point.

Jason got down to his knees. He put his left hand on my thigh, his right hand holding the key. Then he put the key into the lock.

“Jason, what are you doing?” I asked.

“This is your decision. To be free, or to stay locked. I needed you to see it.”

He sat back on his heels, leaving the key in the lock. It was unturned. Just there, waiting for me to reach down and twist it. Or not. My dick surged in the cage, straining against its unyielding walls. It was a familiar feeling by now. One of comfort and confinement.

The two of us remained silent while my eyes lingered on the key. All I had to do was open the lock and I’d be able to get hard again. Not only that, I’d be able to cum again. Fuck. This should have been an easy decision, but it wasn’t. Sure, it was pretty pathetic to be caged. But it also gave me a sense of purpose. I belonged to Jason, and this cage was the ultimate symbol of that.

Funny, how the biggest decision of my life was not agreeing to be married, but rather choosing the fate of my dick. I took a deep breath, then reached for the key. It felt so odd between my fingers. I realized I’d never actually touched it before now. It was cold, hard metal. Foreign. I eyed Jason, who waited patiently on his knees. I closed my eyes, then pulled the key out of the lock. “I’m yours,” I whispered.

“Oh, Grant.” Jason leaped up and tackled me onto the bed, kissing me passionately. His tongue parted my lips, delving deeper. I pushed back, our tongues dancing around one another. In that moment, I knew I made the right decision.

As he pulled away for a breath, I pushed the key into his hand. “Take it,” I said.

He was sitting on me, pinning me to the bed, smiling and panting. “I love you so much,” he said.

“I love you too.”

“Ugh, I want to fuck you so badly.” He hopped off me, then stuffed the key into his pocket. “Unfortunately, I have some last-minute errands to run.”

“Wait, you’re not gonna fuck me?” After that kiss, I was beyond horny. I wanted his cock so badly. I needed it.

“Sorry,” he said with a cheeky grin. “I promise I’ll fuck you tomorrow, right after we get married.

I perked up. That sounded great to me. “Where are you even going?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” He leaned over and kissed me one last time, then headed out the door.

Crystal Cage Rebels 2

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“AH!” My body lurched forward, the force of his thrust catching me off guard. Luckily I’d been busy fucking myself all morning, so his dick slid easily inside without any resistance. The only difference was that he was way bigger than any dildo I’d used in my time on the ship.

“You’re tight, Citrine,” he commented. He placed his hands on my upper asscheeks, pressing down and using me for leverage. I felt him pull out most of the way, then thrust back in.

“Fuck!” I shouted. I couldn’t believe how big he was.

“You like taking dick, don’t you?” he spat. He pulled back, then slammed into my ass again. “I’ve seen the way you work when I do my rounds. The others fuck themselves because it’s their job. There’s more to it with you.”

“Yes,” I breathed. After a few more thrusts, my ass was finally getting used to his size. 

“Yes, what?” he said. He pulled my hair, tipping my head back as he continued to rail me from behind.

“Yes, Sir!” I yelled. The man literally owned my cock, but this took things to a new level. And I was starting to enjoy it. “Harder, Sir!” I found myself saying.

“That’s a good slut,” he said. Prase let go of my hair, then grabbed my hips firmly with both hands. The man yanked me back, pulling me away from his desk and right into his cock.

“Again!” I yelled even louder. This was very quickly becoming much better than my day job.

Behind me, I could hear Captain Prase chuckling to himself. “You’re a desperate one, Citrine. I knew I saw something in you.” He yanked me into him again, squishing my ass against his pelvis. He pushed and pulled me, using me more like a fleshlight than actually fucking me. Somehow that was more degrading than simply taking it up the ass, which in turn made me even hornier. My lockgem glowed bright, generating far more energy than usual.

“Please cum in me,” I begged between poundings.

The captain grunted affirmatively. He continued using my ass, but his snide comments stopped. All I could hear now was his heavy breathing.

“Please, Sir!”

More grunting from behind. The sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room, the claps echoing off the walls and filling my ears.

“I need your cum,” I pleaded. 

He pounded even harder, and then- “Ah, fuck!” Suddenly he pulled me into him, burying his cock as deep as it would go. Prase’s cock exploded inside me, throbbing and pumping his hot load into my ass. It was the most incredible feeling. My gem was blindingly bright, my own dick straining wildly inside, unable to grow in the slightest. Instead I focused on the pleasure Captain Prase’s cock brought, the twitching of my hole and the pulsing of his cock syncing up, sending shivers through my body.

When he was finally done, Prase pulled out and shoved me forward. I collapsed on the desk, feeling strangely satisfied, yet somehow also hornier than ever.

“You’ve got a good ass, Citrine,” he said as he hiked his pants back up.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“This is the beginning of something great, I’d say.” He fasted his buckle, then wiped the front of his coat as he composed himself. “I expect I’ll be getting good use out of you from now on. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, of course,” I replied eagerly.

“Good. Then if that’s settled, you’d best head back to your station. The others might be wondering where you are. That is, if their brains still work.” He shook his head. “Being horny for so long, most of them don’t know how to do anything other than fuck themselves. That, and drool all over their useless cocks.” He grinned to himself, zipping up his pants. He outstretched his arms, looking clean and orderly in his uniform. “I clean up pretty good, wouldn’t you say?”

My heart sank. Just like that, I was dismissed. And yet… “What about our deal, Sir?”

“Hmm?”

“You said you’d let me out if…” I felt my cheeks turning red. “If I made myself useful…”

Prase’s grin widened. He let out a hearty laugh, evil and mocking, humiliating me even further. “Oh, Citrine… You really thought it would be that easy? This was a test. An interview, if you will. I never intended to let you out today.”

“But-”

“Enough.” He walked over to the back of the room, placing his hand on a solid wood door. “See this? This is where I keep all the gemkeys. Nobody can get in but me. I may not have been clear before, Citrine, so let me spell it out for you: I. own. your. cock. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I muttered.

“Good. I expect this will be a regular thing, you and me. Don’t worry, I’ll make good on my word and let you out. Once you’ve proven you can be consistently useful to me, that is.” He moved back behind the desk where he pulled out his chair and took a seat. “Now get out of here. I’ve got work to do.”

“Right away, Sir.” I turned to go, feeling ashamed, but also incredibly turned on. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. I did enjoy taking Prase’s fat cock. I wouldn’t mind doing that more often.

I reached for the handle, feeling a bit more optimistic about things. I opened the door and took my first step down the hall, eager to get back to fucking myself.

And then the side of the ship exploded.

Crystal Cage Rebels 1

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The crew consisted of twenty men. Twenty naked, horny men. Each one was busy fucking their brains out, whether it be with a dildo, their fingers, or some other means. The room was loud. It was messy. And it was hot as hell.

I was the newest member of that crew. These last few weeks, I’d never been so horny in my life. I was constantly turned on, day-in and day-out. My mind was numb. My cock craved release. But all I could do was keep fucking myself.

Fuck. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. That was my job now. That’s what it meant to be part of this crew.

I slammed a dildo onto the floor in front of me, attaching the suction cup base to the smooth surface. I squatted down, lowering myself onto it, letting out a small moan as it slipped inside. I began bouncing up and down, enjoying that new, distinct pleasure that came from riding cock. It was an experience I hadn’t known before, but I was coming to love it. I fucked myself into a frenzy, rising and falling, feeling the burn in my thighs and the ache in my hole, practically drooling from how horny I was. I reached down to stroke my dick, and… right. The lockgem.

It was a new technology, one the empire was all too eager to adopt. The lockgem was a small, crystalline device that encased the penis, preventing stimulation of any kind. No erections. No sensation. No pleasure whatsoever. Instead, lockgems harnessed the wearer’s arousal and converted it to potential energy. And each member of the crew was outfitted with one.

I carried on riding, loving how full I felt with a cock inside me. It was the only pleasure I was allowed these days, so I intended to make the most of it. The last time I came was… geez, had it really been weeks ago? Back before I was scooped up by the empire and forced to serve on one of their ships. Time seemed to pass differently when you were always in a heightened state of arousal.

My dick swelled up inside its prison, leaking a fresh drop of precum through the tiny opening in front. I quickly swiped it up, then put my finger to my lips to taste myself. Yet another thing I wouldn’t have imagined doing before this all began.

“Citrine…”

That was me, wasn’t it? Jack Citrine, former farmer, current crewmember of whatever the hell this airship was named. The details didn’t matter so much these days. I brushed it off, continuing to fuck myself silly, working towards an orgasm that would never come.

“CITRINE!”

I broke out of my stupor, suddenly alert. At the head of the work room was Captain Prase. His frame took up the entire doorway, his broad shoulders casting a large shadow into the room.

“Yes, Captain!” I shot up, the dildo leaving my ass gaping as I stood to address my superior.

“My quarters. Now.”

This couldn’t be good. I walked to the front of the room, feeling the gaze of my crewmates on my back. I followed the captain out of the room, down the hall to his private quarters. I was still mind-numbingly horny, though you couldn’t tell from looking at me. The lockgem did a pretty good job stifling any visual indication of that.

The captain shut the door and locked it behind us, leaving the two of us alone. To say the room was impressive would be an understatement. It had massive floor-to-ceiling windows, granting an impressive view of the landscape down below, and it was adorned with all types of furniture and trophies, presumably from his years of service with the empire.

“Do you know why I called you here?” he prompted.

“No, Sir,” I said nervously.

“Your performance is the lowest of the bunch. If I don’t see some serious improvement, I might be forced to take disciplinary action.” He pulled the front of his military coat aside, revealing an intimidatingly large bulge.

My eyes widened.  ”Please, Sir! I’m still new here. I promise I’ll get it together.”

“I sure hope so. You’ve got a long way to go if you want to earn your keep on this ship. Even longer if you hope to ever earn a release. Are we clear?”

“Crystal clear, Sir.”

“Good. Now get back to it.”

I turned to go.

“Unless…” he said.

I paused. “Sir?”

“You know, Citrine, it’s damn near impossible to earn an orgasm on this ship. Only the top performer earns a release each week. And from the way you’ve been working, I doubt you’ll ever get there.”

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked.

“Because I’m the one in charge. I choose who gets to cum and who doesn’t. And recently I’ve taken an interest in you and your… assets.” His eyes lowered to my ass, round and thick from all those years working the farm.

My cheeks flushed. So that’s what this was about.

“See, I might be willing to let you out from time to time… in exchange for some favors, of course.”

I felt my dick swell up inside the gem. “What would I have to do?” I asked.

The captain grinned. “How about you bend over my desk and I’ll show you?”

I felt my pulse quicken. “O- okay,” I stuttered. I approached his desk, suddenly feeling much more self-conscious about the fact that I was completely naked. I bent over, letting my bare chest touch the wood, presenting my ass to the captain.

“Just what I like to see,” he said casually. “A nice, obedient bottom to use.” I could hear him undressing behind me, first the sounds of his belt buckle, then the zipper, then a loud clank as it all fell to the floor.

“Go easy on me,” I whispered.

“Yeah, sure,” he replied. Then he plunged his dick straight into me.

The Locked Swimmer 8

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“Oh yeah,” he said. “Now get on the foot of the bed. Lie on your back.”

I did as he said, eager to see where this would go. Sex with Cooper was always fun, even if I wasn’t allowed to cum by the end of it. I positioned myself on his mattress, then watched as my boyfriend finally began to strip. Once he was naked, he went back to his desk and opened a different drawer. He came back over to the bed, towering over me, with a bottle of lube in his hand.

“Oh my god,” I whispered.

He cracked open the bottle and applied it liberally to his dick. I had gotten familiar with its size over the last few weeks, but we’d never ventured this far before. We were in uncharted territory.

Cooper stroked himself, spreading the lube across the length of his cock. “I’m going to fuck you, Nate,” he said.

I swallowed nervously, then gave him a nod. I lifted my legs in the air, waiting on bated breath, ready for him to enter me.

He pressed the tip to my hole. I shut my eyes. Cooper pressed forward, and I felt him sliding inside me.

“Fuuuck. You’re so tight.” Barely inside me, he pulled back before pressing forward once more. This time he went a little further, opening me up, stretching me wider.

“Mmmf,” I moaned “You’re so big, Coop.” I tried to relax my hole, but I had no experience with this.

He smiled back at me. “I’m barely in, Nate. I hope you can handle the rest.”

“I can take it,” I muttered. I bit my lower lip and grabbed onto the sheets, enduring as he pushed the rest of his cock inside me. My ass was at its limit, gripping my boyfriend tight as he filled me for the first time. He felt massive inside me. Meanwhile, my own dick remained perfectly small in its cage, unable to get hard in the minimal space it inhabited.

The way he stood over me felt so right. He was a dominating figure, making me feel so small, so pathetic by comparison. He held the key. He owned my cock. It only made sense that he would take my ass as well.

Cooper pulled all the way out, leaving me feeling empty. He applied another round of lube for good measure, then he slid back inside me. It went much more easily this time, which was both promising and relieving. In fact, it actually felt kind of good.

“Ohhh, Coop,” I moaned. He started gently thrusting, taking his time and letting me warm up to his size. “It feels- mmmm- really good.”

He fucked me in long, steady strokes, keeping a constant pace now. All discomfort was gone. Instead, it was replaced with a craving for more. It wasn’t just that it felt good. I needed him in me. “Give me more, Cooper,” I pleaded.

“Wow, you really are desperate.” He grabbed me by the balls, gripping them tightly, making me whimper as he squeezed them. “I still can’t believe you let me cage your dick.”

“Harder,” I begged. “Please fuck me, Coop. Please.”

He smirked. “I love what this thing does to you.” Cooper wrapped his hands around my thighs, then yanked my body toward him.

“AHH!” His dick rammed into my hole, hips colliding with asscheeks.

“This is what you wanted, no?” he taunted.

“Again!” I shouted. It was overwhelming. For an entire month I had been denied any pleasure. Now I was filled with it. Each stroke was intense, slowly but surely rewiring my brain. I didn’t know I could experience such bliss. If Coop could make me feel this good all the time, I wouldn’t mind staying in the cage.

“I’ve never seen you like this,” my boyfriend commented between thrusts. He was getting sweaty, working hard to keep up the pace. My moans were getting louder, more frequent. I needed more.

“Cum in me, Cooper! Oh fuck, please cum in me!”

He lifted my hips off the bed, then started fucking me faster than I thought possible. I cried out as his cock slammed into me repeatedly, penetrating deep inside me. It was incredible. I was gasping and moaning wildly, grabbing onto whatever I could find as my boyfriend railed me.

“I’m gonna blow,” he grunted. His face was red, his forehead glistening. He pounded me a few more times, then bucked his hips hard and collapsed on top of me. Our sweaty bodies touched, chest to chest, as he forced his load deep inside me.

“Fuuuck, Cooper,” I moaned.

I felt his cock throbbing, pulsing as cum painted my insides. It was the most incredible feeling, both physical and mental, as my boyfriend claimed me.

Cooper pressed his lips to mine, kissing me hard, his dick still buried in my ass. It stopped twitching, then he slowly slipped out.

I pushed my tongue into his mouth, savoring the moment, not wanting it to end. But Cooper was exhausted. He pulled away a second later, basking in the aftermath of his orgasm.

“That was amazing, Nate.” He smiled broadly as he rolled over to the side and collapsed next to me.

“You were amazing,” I replied. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

“How was that for a surprise?” he asked.

I glanced toward his dick, still semi-hard. It was slick with a combination of lube and cum. My dick throbbed in response, the cage pressing back firmly. “Perfect,” I replied. I propped myself up to face him, putting my elbow on the bed and leaning my head on my hand. I was still horny, but I also felt… sated. Like I had let off a little steam and the pressure was manageable again. “I think… maybe I’m willing to stick this out a little longer. Just until the end of the season.”

Cooper was grinning from ear to ear. “I’ll be rooting for you,” he said.

I couldn’t help but smile back. Maybe this could work after all. Maybe I didn’t need to cum any time soon. Winning races, getting fucked by my boyfriend… What more could I ask for?

The Locked Swimmer 7

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I wish I could say it got easier with time. That after four weeks of being caged, maybe I’d gotten used to it. But that wasn’t the case. I was hornier than ever, constantly in a tense and heightened state of desperation. My only outlet was pleasuring my boyfriend, and even that could only do so much for me.

Still, the effect on my swimming was incredible. Timed practice laps showed how quickly I was improving. The satisfaction of seeing my own personal best smashed again and again was a thrill. And now it was finally time for my next race.

I climbed onto the starting block, feeling the snug cage held firmly in place by my tight speedo. It was small enough not to be visible under the swimsuit, which was both a blessing and a curse. My dick was permanently held back, forced into this tiny prison. I smiled to myself, thinking about Cooper. The key was out of reach for me, but this race wasn’t. Victory would be mine.

The horn blew, and we were off the blocks. I had a great start, and I could feel my training paying off. The dedication, the constant denial and teasing from Coop… it all gave me an edge here.

The race was a sprint. Fifty meters out, fifty meters back. Unlike last time, it wasn’t even close. As I stretched out toward the wall, I knew I had won.

I glanced up at the leaderboard, happier than ever, panting as I tried to catch my breath. My name appeared on the first line. Not only that, but I had blown my old time out of the water!

I lifted myself out of the pool, feeling exhausted but carried forward by sheer excitement. Cooper was shouting at me from the bleachers, cheering me on. I couldn’t wait to kiss him.

“That was amazing!” he shouted as I got closer. He had saved a spot for me, which I gladly took. My legs were jelly, and my lungs still burned from the race.

“Thanks,” I said between heavy breaths. It felt so good to have someone rooting for me, someone who knew everything about me. Including the cage. Gosh, it was getting harder and harder to keep this thing on. I would’ve given out ages ago if not for my boyfriend keeping the key safe.

“How’s it treating you?” Cooper asked. It was as if he’d read my mind. Though to be fair, I was pretty predictable these days. If I wasn’t actively swimming, you could count on me being horny.

“Not bad,” I replied. We were intentionally vague, which was a bit of a thrill in itself. We could talk about my caged dick in public and no one would know.

He rested his hand on my thigh. “Good. Then I guess you’re fine sticking it out for the rest of the season?”

My jaw dropped. I stared at him, unable to speak.

“What?” he asked. “You just won! You want to lose all the progress you’ve made?”

“No, but-”

“Trust me, at this rate you could make it into the championships!” He squeezed my thigh, sending a jolt through me. The cage got a little tighter for a moment, my dick swelling up in response to Cooper’s teasing.

I glanced around nervously, afraid that our teammates would overhear. This was quickly becoming too much to speak about in such a crowded place. I turned back toward my boyfriend and lowered my voice. “Dude, there’s no way I can stay locked for that long.”

He looked back at me, and there was a bit of mischief in his eyes. “Oh? And since when was that up to you?”

Fuck. Cooper taunted me, and in doing so, he turned me on even further. The cage was more constricting than ever.

“Well?” he prodded.

“It’s not,” I said softly. I hated how much I loved this. The push and shove, the teasing, the power that he held over me with a simple key.

“Exactly,” he said, pleased. “I decide when you get to come out… or if you get to come out, for that matter.”

“But Coop…”

“Relax, Nate. I’m proud of you for making it this far. Really. I’m not gonna let you give up on your goals so easily.” His smile softened. “Besides, I’ve got a treat in store for you later. I think you’re going to like it.”

He left it at that, and suddenly I couldn’t wait for the meet to be over. My mind was swimming with possibilities, each one crazier than the last. If my suit weren’t soaked from swimming, there would surely be a wet spot on the front from how much I was leaking. I settled in, putting my trust in Cooper that this was all worth it.

The team wanted to celebrate afterward, which meant I had to wait even longer for my surprise. It was hours before we finally made it back to the dorm. I expected to tear each other’s clothes off in a hurry, but Cooper had other plans.

“I’m really impressed with you, Nate. An entire month without cumming? I couldn’t imagine it.”

His words made me burn with humiliation. He loved to emphasize the difference between us, never missing a chance to remind me of my place. Cooper could cum whenever he wanted. Only I was forced to wear the cage, forced to remain denied. But for better or worse, the humiliation turned me on more and more with each passing day.

“I can hardly believe it myself,” I replied after a moment.

Coop drew closer, then kissed me softly on the neck. “You must be so horny,” he whispered. His hands went to my waist, where he grabbed the edge of my shirt and gently lifted it over my head.

“You have no idea.”

His touch was delicate. Intentional. Every graze against my skin was another tease, spurring me on, making me want more. He removed the rest of my clothes, piece by piece, until I was standing naked before him.

“That cage looks so cute on you,” he said. “It’s like it was meant for you.” Cooper was fully clothed, clearly enjoying this imbalance of power and the control he held over me.

“Thank you,” I said, blushing slightly.

“Aren’t you wondering what I had in mind for our little celebration?” he asked.

For the millionth time today alone, my dick swelled up against the walls of the cage. “Yes,” I said.

Cooper reached into his pocket, then pulled out a key. The key to my dick. I opened my mouth, shocked, unable to speak. This was it. All my hard work, all the long nights spent wide awake, waiting for my boner to fade so I could fall back asleep. All the times I jerked my boyfriend off, or sucked his cock, or watched with frustration as he pleasured himself. It all amounted to this.

He smiled, taking a step towards his desk. Then he opened the drawer, dropped the key in, and pushed it shut.

“Wha- but- I…”

“What’s wrong?” Cooper asked. Then he started to laugh. “Oh my gosh, you thought I was going to unlock you, didn’t you? That’s hilarious!”

My cheeks turned bright pink. My cock longed to be free. It had been so long since I’d been touched, so long since I had even grown hard, let alone felt the pleasure of an orgasm.

“You’re too cute. No, that’s not what I had planned. It’s better than that.”

“Better?”

“Oh yeah,” he said. “Now get on the foot of the bed. Lie on your back.”

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Pleasure and Denial 3 - Jockstrap Load

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I dug my fingers into Eric’s shoulders, working up the courage to ask him for an orgasm. He loved massages; they were his weakness. I just hoped it would be enough.

“Ooohhh, that’s the spot,” Eric said. I’d found a particularly stubborn knot near his right shoulder blade. I started working it with my thumbs, rubbing in little circles around the area.

“How’s that?” I asked, pressing a little harder.

“Ahhhh,” he sighed. “That’s perfect.” He took a breath in, then let out a long, relaxed exhale. “You’re working particularly hard today,” he commented.

“Yeah,” I said, blushing from behind him.

“So what’s the catch?”

Shoot. He saw right through me. “Nothing! No catch!” I said way too quickly.

“Oh really?” Eric shifted in his chair as he reached into his pocket. He dug out his wallet, then removed the key that was inside.  “So it has nothing to do with this?”

Just seeing that key made my dick hard. It swelled up in its cage, and suddenly I was ten times hornier than before. “Maybe…” I said sheepishly.

Eric chuckled. “Well keep it up. Maybe you’ll get something out of it.” He placed the key on the desk in front of him, then resumed his work on the computer.

I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, excited by the thrill of the tease. He was a master at that.

I spared a glance toward the screen. Eric was catching up on emails, mostly bills and the like. He did all the important stuff, while my jobs were more… domestic. Cleaning and cooking and back massages were how I served him. Often in various states of undress. At the moment, I wore nothing but a white jockstrap with a thick waistband. Eric liked that old-school look, and I liked what Eric liked.

My boyfriend was in the middle of paying a bill when his phone buzzed, distracting both of us.

“It’s from Jason,” he said. He picked up his phone and opened the message, revealing an unexpected nude photo of our close friend.

“Is that Grant?” I asked incredulously.

“Holy shit,” Eric said.

It was definitely him. Grant was on his hands and knees at the beach, fully naked, with the sunset in the background. He had tally marks on his ass - five in total - with cum leaking out of his hole.

“Looks like they’re having fun,” I commented. Down below, my dick was trying and failing to grow in the cage. I wanted a release so badly. “Are you gonna text him back?”

My boyfriend looked over his shoulder and smirked. “Yeah… I think I’ve got an idea.” There was mischief in his eyes. He turned back to his phone and began to type.

“Looks fun!” he wrote. “Funny timing, too. Bobby was just about to suck my cock.” He sent it as soon as he finished typing it out. Then he spun around in his chair, facing away from the desk.

His phone buzzed again almost immediately.

“What does it say?” I asked.

Eric grinned. “It's Jason again. He says, ‘Pics or it didn’t happen.’”

I felt my face flush with warmth. My heart pulsed faster, excited by the idea of being exposed to our friends. It was both humiliating and exhilarating at the same time. I dropped to my knees, painfully aware of the cage’s presence as I got ready to suck my boyfriend’s cock.

“Can I?” I asked.

“Go right ahead,” he replied with a smile.

With his approval I dove in, eagerly opening the front of his pants and pulling them down to his ankles. His massive dick sprung out, fat and heavy. Just the sight of it had my mouth watering. “It’s so big,” I whispered.

“Jealous?” he teased.

My dick twitched in response. “A little,” I said playfully. I looked up at him and smiled, then reached forward and grabbed hold of his huge cock. It was unbelievable to me that something this big could be attached to my boyfriend. His size put my own dick to shame. We were on opposite ends of the bell curve; it explained why I was on my knees with a cage on my dick, while he was in a chair, kicked back and relaxed, about to receive a blowjob. I shook my head, then stuck my tongue out and dragged it across his balls. I licked upward, across the shaft, all the way to the tip.

“Ahhh,” he moaned. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” He leaned back in his chair, pushing his hips forward for easier access.

I delved deeper, taking the head into my mouth. His sighs were music to my ears, letting me know I was doing a good job.

“How’s that little dick?” Eric asked as I sucked. “Hard in its cage?”

I came up for a breath, saliva stringing from my mouth to his wet cock. “Yes, babe,” I breathed. Then I took him back into my mouth and continued to blow him.

“Mmm, that feels soooo good,” my boyfriend groaned. I was stroking his length with one hand, cradling his balls with the other, shoving his dick in and out of my mouth. “Jason’s gonna love this,” he said. I glanced up just in time to catch him snapping a photo. The flash went off, permanently capturing the moment.

I grunted, too busy pleasuring my boyfriend to give more of a response. But the photo only turned me on more. I imagined Jason’s response, seeing me in such a pathetic state. The idea made my dick swell up, as if I needed a reminder of this contraption I was trapped in.

“Keep it up,” Eric whispered.

I began bobbing my head faster, up and down, stroking and sucking simultaneously. I slurped on his cock, twisting my hand back and forth and gliding easily now that my spit was running down his dick. It wasn’t enough just to suck it, though. I wanted to drain his heavy balls.

Doubling down, I went even harder. I expected him to relax, maybe thrust into my face, but instead he put a hand out. My forehead met his palm, then he pushed me back. I let his dick slip out of my mouth, sitting back on my heels as I looked up at him questioningly.

“What?” I asked. My eyes were locked on that massive cock, so big I could wrap both hands around it and still put the tip in my mouth.

“Just thinking,” he said. His face hinted at more.

“Yeah?”

“You must want to cum so badly, right, Bobby?”

I perked up. “You have no idea,” I said. My voice was desperate. I didn’t consider it was a possibility. I was afraid to ask. But if he was the one bringing it up… “Doy ou think you could let me cum today?”

Eric’s eyes lit up, his smile widening. “Let’s ask what Jason thinks.”

My heart dropped. Jason? The one who hasn’t let his fiancé cum for an entire year? “Yes, Eric,” I said softly.

My boyfriend picked up his phone and took a new photo: me on my knees, leaking through my jockstrap, drool running off my chin. “Should I let Bobby cum?” Eric spoke, reading the words as he typed.

His phone buzzed almost instantly. Jason’s reply was a single word: “No.”

Eric laughed. “I guess that settles that!”

My cheeks were bright red, but I couldn’t ignore the task at hand. If I wasn’t allowed to cum, I could at least finish off my boyfriend. I crawled forward, ready to continue sucking him off.

“What are you doing now?” he asked.

“I- I was just going to-”

“Suck my cock? I think we’re done with that for now.” He stood from the chair, him and his giant dick towering over me. “You can sit and watch while I jack off. How does that sound?”

My jaw dropped. That sounded hot as hell. “Sounds great,” I replied. My dick replied in its own way, a fresh wave of precum leaking out of me, further soaking the jock.

Eric started jacking off, thrusting into his hand, while I sat back and stared. His heavy balls swung underneath, and sitting on the floor gave me a perfect view of them. It was tantalizing. I wanted so badly to be part of the action. Not being allowed to participate was making me feral.

“I’m getting close,” my boyfriend grunted. He was laser-focused, pumping his fist at full speed. “Come here,” he ordered a moment later.

I quickly stood, unsure what he wanted from me. Without another word, Eric grabbed the front of my jockstrap and yanked it open. His other hand was on his cock, still pumping, until finally-

“Agh, fuck!” His cock exploded, shooting hot and sticky cum directly onto my caged dick. I watched helplessly as he sprayed his load everywhere, filling my underwear, coating me, marking me as his own.

“Fuuuck,” I whispered. “That was so hot.”

He jerked the last few drops out before snapping my underwear shut, sealing the wet mess inside. “You’re lucky,” he said with a grin. “You get to wear those for the rest of the night.”

The Locked Swimmer 6

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Cooper sat on top of me, pinning me to the bed. His hands were on my wrists, holding me in place. I struggled against his grip, squirming in place, but my efforts were in vain. He had the upper hand, and he wasn’t going to let me off the hook that easily.

“Please,” I whispered softly. “Please let me cum.”

He shook his head. “Sorry, Nate. If you do a good job getting me off, maybe I’ll consider it,” he said. Then he leaned in for a kiss.

I kissed him back, thrusting my hips uselessly as we made out in his bed. I rubbed my caged dick against his ass, feeling nothing but frustration. My dick leaked wildly, still unaccustomed to its prison.

In the midst of making out Cooper rolled to the side, pulling me with him. Suddenly I was the one on top. I pulled away from our kiss, an idea forming in my head.

“Wha-” he began, but I cut him off with a kiss on his neck. He purred softly, relaxing as he let me take over. I continued south, planting soft pecks along the way. First I kissed his chest. Then his abs. Then just above his dick. I glanced upward, pleased to see the surprise on his face. He wanted me to impress him? So be it.

I smiled, then took his cock into my mouth.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned.

I took hold of his dick, my lips wrapped around the head. It felt so strange to have him in my mouth. He was thick, quite literally a mouthful, and decently lengthy. Inexperienced as I was, there was no way I could take him in his entirety.

My hand stroked him while my head rose and fell. I took a bit more each time, pushing further and seeing just how far I could go. Saliva ran down the shaft, getting under my hand and lubing his cock. I listened to his moans and sighs, trying to learn what he liked most. After a few more strokes, I forced myself down as far as I could go.

“Yesss, Nate. That feels so fucking good.” Coop put his hands on the back of my head and grabbed me by the hair. It didn’t hurt, but the way he tugged it gently made me want to try even harder.

I held myself there for a moment longer before I came up gagging and gasping for air. Spit ran off my chin, connecting to his cock in a long strand. I continued stroking him, staring up at his gorgeous face, breathing heavily. “You like that?” I asked.

“Fuck yes,” he said. With his hands in my hair, he guided me back towards his wet cock. “Make me cum, Nate.”

His words gave me chills. I got back to it, working double time on his fat dick. I felt so horny, so intoxicated by him, so eager to please. I didn’t care how degrading it might be, or how pathetic it might sound. I loved sucking cock.

Coop started thrusting his hips in rhythm with me. I went even faster, stroking and sucking, occasionally gagging. It didn’t matter. I wanted to make him cum.

In my horny stupor, I reached down to start jacking off. My hand brushed metal, and instantly I was humbled. I was so pent up, so filled with lust, that I’d forgotten I was caged. I wanted to blow my load so badly, but as long as Cooper held the key, that decision wasn’t mine to make. My dick throbbed in the cage, dripping clear liquid onto the sheets.

“I’m getting close,” Cooper whispered. He started thrusting a little faster, almost more than I could handle. “Oh fuck, Nate, I’m getting close!”

I pushed aside my embarrassment and focused back on my boyfriend. If I had to be locked, I’d at least make sure Cooper’s orgasm was worth it.

“Fuck, oh fuck! Don’t stop!”

I plunged downward, taking him into my throat. He bucked his hips, his cock erupting as I tried my best to keep up.

Cum shot to the back of my throat. I gagged, but I tried desperately to keep sucking him off. Cooper kept thrusting; short, quick pumps, back and forth, deep inside my mouth. I could feel every throb on my tongue, every pulse as the load poured out of him. It was salty and sweet, and I savored every drop of it, satisfied that I had made him cum.

He tugged gently on my hair, pulling me off his drained cock. It slipped out of my mouth, already beginning to go soft. Even now, after blowing a load, it was fairly large.

“That was fucking amazing, Nate.”

I looked up and saw he was red in the face, sweaty, glowing from what I could only assume was an incredible orgasm. “I had fun too,” I replied. I glanced down and saw the wet spot on the sheets had expanded, my dick leaking like a faucet from how horny I was. “So, what do you think? Are you gonna let me out?”

Coop chuckled, then fell back onto the bed. “I don’t think so. If that’s what you’re capable of after just two weeks, I can’t wait to see how horny and frustrated I can make you.”

My dick surged in response, held back as usual by the firm grasp of the cage. “Okay,” I muttered in defeat. My heart was racing, and the taste of my boyfriend’s cum lingered in my mouth. Despite being denied, I felt… satisfied? “Maybe we can make this work a little longer,” I said.

“Get over here,” Cooper replied.

I climbed up and nuzzled into his arms, still horny but also strangely content.

Changes to the Super Tier

Hey all! After checking up on the community guidelines, I've realized I need to make some minor changes to the existing tiers. Moving forward, the Super Tier will no longer offer nude photos.

Sorry! I'm as disappointed as you are. But in order to guarantee the longevity of this page, I need to make sure I'm following all the rules. To anyone who's already upgraded, I'll make sure you get a full refund.

I'm going to rework the tiers over the next few days, so stay tuned! Thanks for sticking with me!

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Slumbering Toad

The Locked Swimmer 5

Everyone in this story is 18+.

My arms cut through the water, each stroke bringing me closer to the finish. I turned my head as I took a breath. The swimmer to my right was ahead, but just barely.

We reached the wall and flip-turned. Another stroke, another glance, and suddenly we were side by side. My muscles were burning, but it was the final stretch. Win or lose, I was going to leave everything in the pool.

One final push. I extended my arm, reaching for the wall. The result was too close to call. The rest of the swimmers lagged behind, each finishing after us. I waited in the water, exhausted, gasping for air, my eyes on the leaderboard.

First place! Despite my fatigue, I climbed out of the pool and ran towards Cooper in the stands.

“Nate! You won!” Cooper wrapped his arms around me in an embrace, lifting me in the air.

“I can’t believe it!” I exclaimed. He put me down, then hugged me again. It was so exciting to see my hard work finally paying off. “It’s all thanks to you, Coop.”

It had been two weeks now since Cooper caged my dick. Two long weeks. I hardly noticed the cage these days, barring the fact that I was hornier than ever. This was officially the longest I’d gone without cumming. Despite that single drawback, things were otherwise going well: my times were improving, I felt more energized, and the makeout sessions were incredible.

Oh, right. Cooper and I were kind of dating now. We weren’t public with it, but we weren’t exactly hiding it either.

Coop handed me a towel, then I joined him back in the stands to watch the rest of the meet. The team was doing well, and it was fun to cheer everyone on. It helped that I was in a better mood compared to last time. That was partly due to my win, but it was also because I looked forward to celebrating after. Sitting next to Cooper, with my thigh rubbing against his, my mind began to wander.

I fantasized about kissing him. I pictured myself being pinned down and teased, desperate to cum but being forcibly denied. My dick belonged to Coop now. I felt it strain in the cage, and for the moment I was thankful to be locked up. I couldn’t bear the thought of getting a boner in such a crowded place, wearing nothing but a tight pair of swim briefs.

I leaned over to Cooper. “Do you wanna get out of here?” I whispered.

“Right now?” he asked. “We should stay until the end!”

I sighed. “I know, but…”

“Ohhh,” he interrupted. “That’s right. You must be dying right now. How long has it been?”

I shoved him playfully. “You know how long it’s been.”

Cooper grinned in response. “Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time to celebrate later. Besides, it shouldn’t make a difference to you, locked boy.”

“Shh!” I glanced around to make sure no one had heard. Fortunately it was pretty loud in the stands, plus everyone was focused on the races. “You shouldn’t say stuff like that!” I whispered urgently.

“Or what?” he teased. “Don’t forget which one of us has the key.”

Boy, he really knew how to rile me up. I was getting hornier by the second. I felt my dick struggling against the cage, putting up a fight it was never going to win.

“We’ll have some fun later,” Cooper whispered. “Now be patient and watch the rest of the races with me.” He placed a hand on my upper thigh, which drove me wild. He kept it there for the rest of the meet, a constant reminder of our dynamic, causing me to spiral into a horny mess by the time it was over.

As soon as the meet ended, Cooper and I left in a hurry. He was simply eager to mess around, but I was getting desperate. Two weeks being locked was starting to get to me. I planned to ask Cooper for a release.

The second we arrived at Cooper’s dorm room, we were all over each other. Coop locked the door behind us, then shoved me down onto his bed. I fell back into the mattress, where he began pulling off my pants. I helped by removing my shirt, and not a minute later I was fully naked. Well, except for the cage.

“Coop…” I began.

“You did so well today!” he said. He began stripping, removing his clothes in a hurry as we spoke.

That made me smile. “Thanks. I still can’t believe this is actually working.”

“You’re improving so much! Not to mention that keeping you pent up has been extra fun for me,” he teased. He eyed my naked body hungrily as he removed the last of his clothing. “Locking you up was an incredible decision.”

“About that…” I replied, searching for the right words. “Coop, do you think you could unlock me for today?”

“What? Why would I do that?”

Cooper stood just a few feet away, his cock fully hard, in stark contrast to my caged one. My dick strained and pressed against the walls of the cage, but the cold metal was unyielding. It felt a little pathetic to know I couldn’t even get hard without his permission. He held the key. For all intents and purposes, Cooper owned my dick.

“It’s just… I’m so horny, Coop. It’s insane. I’ve never gone this long without an orgasm, not by a long shot. I’m desperate.”

His face lit up. “I know,” he said. “That’s what makes this so fun.”

The cage felt a lot tighter just then. “Fuuuck, Cooper. Please?”

“Aw, Nate. It’s so cute when you beg.” He began climbing onto the bed. “Besides, you’ve been making great progress! Why would you want to give up now?”

“I’m not giving up!” I exclaimed. “But the next meet is in two weeks. Now’s the perfect time for a quick release, don’t you think? You can lock me up again once we’re finished, then I’ll be back in shape before my next race.” I knew how pathetic I sounded, but I had to try.

Cooper took a seat on top of me, straddling me with his ass rubbing against my cage. His hard dick hovered above my stomach, thick and heavy. In the two weeks that we’d been together, he’d gotten off more times than I cared to count.

My boyfriend leaned forward and put a hand on each wrist, pinning me in place. “Hmmm… I don’t think so. I’d rather keep you locked. It’s more fun that way.”

“Please Coop, I’m begging you.” I struggled against him, but he held a stronger position. Both physically and mentally. There was nothing I could do. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying this. But damn, I needed to cum. “Please,” I whispered softly.

He shook his head. “Sorry, Nate. If you do a good job getting me off, maybe I’ll consider it.” Then he leaned in for a kiss.

Locked for Life 30 - One Year Locked 6

Everyone in this story is 18+.

It was exhilarating to feel the ocean breeze against my naked body. My heart was beating faster than normal. My dick leaked long, goopy strands of precum that stuck to my leg hair and ultimately made a mess as we walked through the sand.

We continued our trek until we arrived at a nice, secluded area of the beach. The shoreline jutted out briefly before curling back in, creating a natural blind spot that hid us from view. No one would be able to see us here, which made it the perfect place to set up for some naked sunbathing, picnicking, and perhaps a quick fuck.

“This is great, isn’t it?” Jason said. He unfurled the beach blanket in one huge sweep, laying it out across the sand.

“It’s lovely,” I replied with a smile.

Jason weighed down the corners of our blanket with some well-placed shoes, then he plopped down to take a seat. “Come sit!” he said, patting his hand on the ground next to him.

I dropped next to him, snuggling up close as we took in the view. I stared out across the ocean, admiring how the sunlight bounced off the ripples of water; the sun was getting lower in the sky, creating a beautiful blend of reds and oranges that reflected off the surface. “It’s just like last year,” I whispered, leaning my head on his shoulder.

He wrapped one arm around me. “Yeah,” he said, pulling me closer. “Some things are different, though. For one, you didn’t have the cage before.” He placed his other hand on my inner thigh, tantalizingly close to my dick. It caused me to immediately throb in the cage, oozing out another drop of precum.

“Fuuuck, Jason. You’re getting me all riled up.”

“Remember when I sucked your cock?”

“How could I forget? That orgasm was incredible.”

“Yeah?” Jason said. He shifted, causing me to lift my head off him. He propped himself up on one arm, leaning back and getting a good look at me. There was excitement behind those eyes.

“What?” I pressed. “I know that look.”

“I was just thinking… Nah, forget it.”

“Tell me!”

“Should I suck your dick again? For old time’s sake?”

My jaw dropped. “Yes! Oh my god, yes!”

Jason extended his hand, palm-up. “Give me the key.”

I took the necklace off with trembling hands, giving it over to my fiancé. This was it. After a whole year without cumming, I was finally going to be let out of the cage.

“Sit back and relax,” he said.

I was propped up by both arms now, leaning back with my legs straight. They were opened wide, with my caged dick hanging between them. I watched excitedly as Jason climbed to his knees, then crawled over in front of me.

“Ready, Grant?”

I nodded enthusiastically.

Jason took the key in his hand. I held my breath. He leaned in close. Then he draped the chain over my caged cock.

“Wha-”

My fiancé grabbed my balls and tipped my dick up towards him. He maintained eye contact with me as he opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and licked the tip of the cage.

“Wait!” I said urgently. “I thought-”

“You thought I was going to unlock you,” he taunted. “I already told you earlier: I have no plans to do anything of the sort.” Jason leaned down again and dragged his tongue over my balls, sending shivers through me.

“Oh fuck,” I muttered. I inhaled sharply as he took my caged cock into his mouth, feeling the warmth as he began to suck my dick. Save for that warm feeling, the sensation was almost entirely blocked. Where last year I experienced the blowjob of a lifetime, this was a cheap imitation of a cheap imitation. It was a total mindfuck.

With his tongue sticking out, licking the opening of the cage, I saw Jason grinning wildly. He dug his hands underneath my thighs, grabbing me from below and pulling me towards him. I lost support from my arms, dropping down flat onto my back.

He kept it up, sucking and licking at the openings of the cage, teasing the tiny bit of my cock that was reachable inside its prison. My dick swelled and strained, trying to escape, trying to break free and grow to its full size for once. I sighed and moaned, squirming in place, enjoying the pseudo-blowjob but wishing more than anything that I could experience the real thing.

Suddenly he twisted me over, flipping me onto my stomach. “Jason,” I breathed desperately.

He ignored me. My fiancé grabbed the butt plug and yanked it out of me, causing me to gasp. He left my ass gaping, the sudden removal making my hole twitch open and closed from the emptiness. He tossed the plug aside, then started to undress behind me.

“I’m gonna breed you, Grant.”

“Please do,” I replied. I was in heat. I was beyond horny. I’d been fucked four times already today, each one better than the last. Now it was time for the finale.

I heard his clothes hit the ground. He pushed my legs apart, spreading them as he got on his knees between them. I heard him spit onto his cock and rub it in.

“Ready?” Jason whispered. He didn’t wait for a response.

“Oh fuck!” I shouted. My fiancé pushed his cock into my ass, going straight down and bottoming out inside me. The lack of resistance was remarkable; after so much fucking, with so much cum left inside me, it really couldn’t have been easier.

“Fuuuck,” Jason grunted. “You’re so fucking loose, babe. You’re hardly gripping my cock; it’s like I’m sticking my dick into a mineshaft.”

I moaned in response, clinging to the edges of the beach blanket. Despite what he said, Jason still had a massive cock. Loose hole or not, his sheer size still made for an overwhelming first entry. Easy entry, yes, but also fucking huge.

Jason pulled back, then slammed forward again. He plowed me into the sand, clapping into my cheeks with the full force of his bodyweight.

“AH!” I shouted in a mix of pleasure and pain. My dick was leaking uncontrollably, forming a puddle underneath me.

“Oh, Grant,” he said as he thrusted again. “I’m gonna drain my balls inside you.”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He picked up and slammed down again. Then again. The sand gave way underneath, shifting the blanket and pressing me deeper into the ground. My body rocked back and forth in time with his thrusts, each one hitting deep and sending pleasure coursing through me.

The waves crashed on the shore behind us. The ocean breeze whirred in my ears. Louder than both was the repeated sound of Jason clapping my cheeks. 

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

“Cum in me,” I begged.

“Fuck, I’m gonna blow! Oh FUCK!” Jason slammed down one final time before his cock exploded inside me. He buried himself deep, his cock throbbing and pulsing in me, shooting his load and combining it with the previous four. I arched my back for a better angle, moaning as his cock twitched in my wrecked hole.

Five whole loads. Five times in one day that my fiancé had fucked me.

He thrusted a few more times, edging out the final ounces of pleasure from yet another orgasm. I could hardly remember how that felt. This was how my body received pleasure now: from taking pounding after pounding, load after load, while my dick strained in its cage and begged for a release that wasn’t coming.

“Holy fuck,” Jason sighed. He pulled out and rolled off me, falling to my side. He was sweating from the effort, breathing heavily.

“That was insane, babe.” I rolled onto my side to face him. Where my dick had been touching the blanket was a huge wet spot, with a sticky strand of precum spanning back to the cage. Between that and my sore ass, I was a mess.

“Your ass felt amazing as always,” Jason said. “Oh! Almost forgot.” He climbed over me - swinging his huge dick past my face in the process - and dug through our beach bag. A second later he found what he was looking for: the permanent marker. “Show me that perfect ass, Grant. I need to make my final mark.”

“Of course,” I replied. I moved closer to him, sticking my ass out for the fifth and final tally mark. I was facing the sunset now, sitting on my hands and knees. Jason uncapped the marker, then drew a thick black line across my right cheek.

“Five loads,” he said proudly. “Stay right there, Grant. That’s gonna make for an incredible photo.” He went and grabbed his phone, directing it at me. “Alright, babe. I want to make sure those tally marks are visible. Ass out! Aaand there it is.”

“Can I see?” I asked. I crawled back to him and peered over his shoulder to get a look. The picture was truly something: the sunset, the beach, and my ass. Five tally marks, with the last one streaking across the first four. “Wow,” I whispered.

My fiancé hit the share button, causing my heart to flutter in my chest.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He smirked, saying nothing. I continued watching, unable to intervene as he sent the picture to Bobby and Eric.

“Jason!” I said, hitting him on the shoulder.

He shrugged, chuckling lightly. “I thought our friends should see what we’ve been up to,” he said nonchalantly.

“You’re crazy,” I said. But I couldn’t help grinning too. “So now what?” I asked. “Is it time to enjoy this wonderful picnic?”

“Definitely,” he replied. “But only after you’ve popped that butt plug back in.”

My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 7

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I walked over to Ryan’s desk in search of the lube. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Making out, ripping off his clothes… and now my roommate was about to fuck me. I pulled open the drawer, causing the items to rattle inside. Right there in the center, I found what I was looking for.  “When did you get this?” I asked him.

“After I had to use my spit last time. Trust me, this is an upgrade,” he said. He sat on the couch in our dorm room, his dick in his hand, waiting for me to come sit on it.

I smiled at him, staring hungrily at that huge cock of his. My own dick was at half-mast - the best it could accomplish in its tight cage - but I ignored that for the moment. There were more important matters at hand. I grabbed the lube before shutting the drawer and hurrying back over.

“How do you wanna do this?” I asked.

“Hand it here.”

I gave him the lube, then watched as he squirted a generous amount onto his cock. He dropped the bottle on the couch and began to stroke himself, rubbing it in, his hand gliding up and down his full length.

“Fuuuck,” I muttered under my breath.

“Come here, ” Ryan said. It was less a suggestion and more a command. One that I was happy to obey.

I came closer, climbing up on the couch and straddling my roommate. I got on my knees, one leg on either side of him with my ass hovering above his dick. We locked eyes, staring at one another.

“James…” my roommate said. Behind the usual air of confidence, there was a hint of longing to his voice. His free hand grazed my hip, caressing my bare skin. Our bodies were so close.

My gaze lowered to his lips. The ones I’d been kissing just minutes ago. Without a word, I leaned in and kissed him again.

Ryan kissed me back, pulling me into him. His other hand remained on his cock, stroking it. His tongue entered my mouth again, and this time I was prepared for it. I let it dance around my own tongue, taking turns pushing and yielding as I grabbed his head and ran my fingers through his hair.

My roommate started bucking his hips, rocking us back and forth as we made out on the couch. I lowered my body in response, feeling his wet tip touch my hole, rubbing against me, poised to enter.

“Sit on it,” Ryan breathed after pulling away.

“Okay,” I whispered. I leaned back, trying to relax as his dick pressed up against my ass.

“That’s it. Just like that,” he said.

I continued to lower myself, encouraged by his words. It felt so good grinding against his cock, feeling it rubbing against my hole. I kept rocking my hips, pressing up against him, until- “Ah!” I gasped. I lifted myself up immediately. The head had slipped right in, opening my hole much more than I expected. “You’re so big!” I exclaimed.

Ryan grinned. “That was only the tip,” he teased.

I took deep, steady breaths, trying to recover from the shocking experience.

“Relax, James. Take it nice and slow. I know you can handle this big cock.”

“It really is huge,” I said with a chuckle. “I can’t believe something that big is attached to you.”

“I know,” he said confidently. “That’s why I’m the one doing the fucking and you’re the one wearing the cage.”

My cheeks flushed. My dick swelled and leaked yet another drop of precum, this one landing on Ryan’s stomach. He swiped it up with his finger, then put it to my lips, pushed it inside, and forced me to taste myself. I sucked on his finger, feeling more turned on than ever as the sweet flavor hit my tongue.

“Are you ready to try again?” Ryan asked.

“Yes,” I replied, nodding. I reached back and positioned his dick towards my hole. My roommate placed his hands on my hips. “Go ahead,” I said.

He lifted his hips, pushing his cock into me once more. I didn’t cry out this time; instead, I relaxed and let him enter me.

“Fuuuck. You’re so tight, James.” He pushed deeper, sliding inch by inch into my hole. He growled softly, biting his lower lip as he stared into my eyes. Then he pushed my hips downward, forcing me to meet him in the middle. I lowered my body the rest of the way, feeling his dick open me wide, stretching my hole and filling me up inside. I let out a small grunt as he bottomed out in me, my ass meeting his hips.

 “I can feel you gripping me,” he said with a smile.

“It… feels good,” I confessed. I was nervous to admit it, but it was the truth.

“It feels good for me too,” Ryan said. He looked so cute underneath me, shirtless, his hands on my body, with his messy hair and those gorgeous eyes…

“I wanna try riding you,” I blurted out. The words spilled from my mouth before I could stop myself.

My roommate’s face lit up. “Oh yeah? You think you can handle this fat cock? Let’s see what you’ve got, then.”

I felt my heart jump in my chest. I lifted myself upward, leaning my chest over him. His cock slid out of me inch by inch, almost all the way out, then I sat back down on it. I groaned as I pushed him back into me, bottoming out on his huge dick once more.

“Not bad,” Ryan commented. “But surely you can do better.” He flashed a wicked smile, moving his hands from my hips up to my chest. His fingers brushed past my nipples, causing me to gasp. He noticed this, focusing in on them and rubbing them in small circles.

“Ah, Ryan, that’s- ah! So sensitive.”

“Shouldn’t you be focused on taking my cock?”

“Mmmf- yes,” I forced out. My mind was so distracted, so overwhelmed by the stimulation coming from everywhere at once. His dick was buried deep inside me. His fingers continued playing with my nipples, twisting and pinching them lightly. And my dick was rock-hard in its cage, straining against the solid, unbreakable prison.

I started to rock back and forth, grinding on his cock. It slid in and out of me, slowly at first, but then faster as I fell into a rhythm.

“Ahhh, that’s more like it. You want my cum, James?”

“Yes!” I moaned instinctively.

“Good. But you’ll need to work a little harder if you want that to happen.”

“Yes, Ryan.” I placed my hands on the cushion behind him, then began to ride him even faster. The entire couch shook as I rocked my hips back and forth, harder, faster, shoving his dick in and out of me as fast as I could.

“Fuck, that’s it. Don’t stop, James.”

I bounced on his cock, moaning louder and louder with every passing second. I put my all into it, not just because I wanted him to cum, but also because I was loving it.

“I’m gonna cum! Oh my god, I’m gonna cum!”

My ass slammed down, shoving his cock as deep as it would go.

“Fuck!” He grabbed onto my shoulders and bucked his hips, thrusting short, quick strokes as his cock exploded inside me.

I grabbed his face, then leaned in and kissed him. He kissed me back, still thrusting hard into my ass, unloading inside me. It was an incredible feeling to have his cock throbbing inside me on one end, his tongue exploring my mouth on the other. Complete bliss. And my dick remained caged through it all. We made out on the couch until he started going soft, then he finally slipped out of me.

“That was amazing,” I sighed. I hopped off him, now standing in the middle of the room with my roommate’s load freshly up my ass. Definitely not how I thought today would go.

Still sitting on the couch, Ryan looked radiant. His hair was a mess, more so than usual, and his abs glistened from a light sheen of sweat.

I ran my hands through my hair, surprised to find that I was sweating. I guess I really did put in the work to make him cum. I chuckled to myself, still hardly believing what just happened. Then I felt a twinge of panic as reality came hurtling back in. Ryan was my roommate. My best friend. And I went ahead and kissed him.

“Ryan…” I began nervously. “What does this make us?”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Don’t get me wrong,” I said. “I’ve been having fun and all. But I don’t want things to be awkward between us.” I looked down at the ground, unable to meet his gaze any longer. “You know… since we kissed.”

“Oh!” he said.  “That’s what you’re concerned about?” His voice was cheerful and upbeat, instantly erasing my worries. “The kissing means I’m getting more mileage out of that cage than I expected.”

“So you liked it?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” he replied. “Loved it. Just don’t plan on cumming any time soon.” He smirked, eyeing my naked body. “Yeah… I think I’m going to enjoy having a horny, pent-up boyfriend…”

Locked for Life 29 - One Year Locked 5

Everyone in this story is 18+.

After a wild fuck in the supermarket bathroom, Jason and I finished up our food shopping. I was content with a few snacks, but my fiancé seemed intent on buying anything and everything he laid his eyes on. When all was said and done, we walked away with enough food for the rest of the week.

We loaded up the car, then we were off to our next destination. My ass was really, really full of cum, and only the butt plug kept everything in. And gosh, was I horny.

“Any guesses where we’re headed?” Jason asked as he drove. He had one hand on the wheel, the other creeping up my thigh.

“The park?” I guessed.

My fiancé shook his head in response. “Nope. More remote than that.” He gave my leg a squeeze, sending a shiver through me. “Try again,” he said.

“Uhhh, I don’t know. The beach?”

“Yep!” His hand moved to my crotch, grabbing and toying with me over my pants. Blood rushed to my dick, causing it to swell and fill the tiny cage. “Not just any beach, though. The beach where I proposed to you.”

“Aw, babe! That’s so sweet,” I said.

“It’s also the place where I caged your dick,” he added casually.

My dick was hard as it could be in the cage, straining from his touch. As if I needed a reminder. There was a smug look on his face as he checked his blind spot before changing lanes. He let go of me then, returning both hands to the steering wheel.

Wait. If today was about celebrating a whole year in the cage, did that mean… “Are you gonna unlock me?” I asked excitedly.

Jason burst into laughter. It took every ounce of focus not to crash the car as he tried to recompose himself. “Oh Grant… Where in the world did you get that idea?”

My cheeks turned rosy. The cage felt even tighter around my swollen dick. “I just thought… I mean, since it’s been a whole year and all…”

My fiancé sighed as his fit of laughter finally subsided. “I have no plans to uncage you, Grant. That’s a promise. What do I always tell you?”

I mumbled something inaudible, humiliated that I’d actually gotten my hopes up.

“What was that?” Jason asked.

“You cum enough for the both of us,” I said. The four tally marks on my ass were proof of that.

“Exactly.” Then he turned onto a side road; we were nearly there now. “I’ll tell you what. You can wear this around your neck while I fuck you.” He reached under his collar and pulled off the necklace that held the key to my cage. He didn’t always wear it, but today was special. Of course he’d have it on him.

“Thanks,” I said softly. I accepted the key, then placed it around my neck. This couldn’t be more humiliating. At least my dick seemed to like it; it was harder than ever under my shorts.

Getting a boner in the cage was such a humbling experience. My body still knew what to do; even after an entire year, my dick still tried to grow to its full size. But just like always, the cage prevented that from happening. Something as simple as a normal erection was beyond my grasp.

While my mind lingered on such thoughts, the rest of the ride blew by. Soon enough, we were pulling into the beach parking lot.

“We’re here!” Jason exclaimed. The two of us hopped out, then circled to the back of the car to grab our things.

“I can’t believe how much food you bought,” I teased. Staring into the trunk, there were multiple bags filled with fresh fruit, bread, cheese, and more. Besides that, there were also some towels, a bottle of sunscreen, and… “Wait. I only see one bathing suit here.”

“Oh, that’s mine,” Jason said.

“What about mine?” I asked. I turned from the trunk to look back at my fiancé. There was a wicked grin on his face. Oh no.

“You know the drill,” he said matter-of-factly.

I glanced around the parking lot, suddenly on full alert. “Do I have to?” I whispered urgently.

He nodded.

I took a deep breath as I took a final survey of my surroundings. There were a few cars around, but I didn’t spot anyone nearby. It was a pretty secluded beach; most people didn’t know about it. On top of that, it was decently late in the day. The odds of running into someone else were pretty low. I spared a final glance at my fiancé, then dropped my pants to the ground.

“Good slut,” he said.

My heart fluttered at the compliment. Above all else, I was a submissive, cock-worshipping, horny bottom who did what he was told and took pleasure in satisfying superior men. I removed my pants from around my ankles, which took longer than it should’ve because of how nervous I was. Finally free of them, I bent over and scooped them off the ground, then tossed them into the back of the car. “Done,” I said proudly.

“And the shirt?”

I blushed. Not wearing pants was crazy enough, but losing the shirt too was terrifying. Keeping it on gave me a false sense of security; if anyone saw me, they might think I was wearing a light pair of khakis, or perhaps some tight, tan-colored pants. The shirt was my last protection from the fear and humiliation of being spotted.

Reluctantly, I grabbed the waist and lifted it up over my head. As I did, a gust of wind came in, filling my shirt like a sail. The breeze was warm, and it was a bit thrilling to feel it brush the more intimate parts of my body. I pulled my shirt free and tossed it into the trunk, and with it, my last semblance of modesty.

“How does it feel?” Jason asked.

“Freeing and terrifying at the same time.” I was almost completely nude now, save for my cage, my shoes, and the key hanging around my neck.

“You look hot in those sneakers,” he commented. “Something about wearing no clothes but still having a pair of shoes on really does something for me.” He grabbed his bulge and playfully gave it a shake from the outside of his pants. I could tell he was already chubbing up under the layers of clothes. He smirked, taking a step closer. He lifted the key from my chest and turned it between his fingers, examining it.

“I’m so horny, Jason,” I whispered. I kept glancing around, checking that no one was nearby. “Not just now. All the time. Constantly.”

“I know,” he replied. He let go of the key, letting it drop back to my bare chest. “Do you still like it?” he asked.

“Yes,” I confessed. The answer came before I could even consider it. “I love it. I love being in the cage.”

“Really?” he asked. His face lit up, a mix of surprise and genuine happiness.

“Really,” I stated. “It makes me feel so pathetic. It’s humiliating and degrading, and it makes me so horny and desperate and… and… I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

My fiancé couldn’t contain his smile. On top of that, he couldn’t contain his growing erection. There was a distinct print in his pants, the outline of his hard, massive cock showing through. He bit his lower lip, eyeing my naked body hungrily. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s grab all this food and hit the beach.”

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Locked for Life 28 - One Year Locked 4

Everyone in this story is 18+. “Where are we going?” I asked. After the shower, Jason rushed us out of the apartment and down to the car. I

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“Where are we going?” I asked. After the shower, Jason rushed us out of the apartment and down to the car. I had no idea what he had planned; all I knew was that he demanded I wear a jockstrap, shove a butt plug up my ass, and bring the permanent marker with me.

“You’ll see,” he replied. His eyes were on the road, but I could see the mischief on his face.

A short drive later, Jason pulled into the parking lot of our local supermarket. “This is where you’re taking me?” I asked.

“This is just our first stop. We’re picking up snacks for our picnic at the beach.”

“A picnic?” I perked up at that. A picnic actually sounded fun! Not that getting my back blown out all day wasn’t fun. But it did seem like a change of pace.

Jason led me inside, ignoring my questions of whether he had a list or what kind of food we should buy. My confusion only increased as we walked directly down the center of the store, headed straight towards the back.

“Uhhh, Earth to Jason! The food is back that way!”

My fiancé turned to me, showing that eager, devilish look he got when he was about to spring one of his crazy plots on me. “Still got that marker, Grant?”

My heart fluttered. “Yes…”

“Come with me.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me along as we continued walking. I glanced around, checking to see if anyone was watching us, but it seemed everyone was too busy shopping to bat an eye at two guys holding hands. If only they knew what Jason was about to do to me.

At the back of the store, he pulled open a door and led us into a small public bathroom. It had two stalls and a urinal, all fortunately unoccupied.

“What are we doing here?” I whispered.

“Oh, Grant. Surely you’ve caught on by now.” My fiancé put his hand on my lower back and gently pushed me forward towards the nearest stall.

I could feel my dick growing in its cage. Despite my hesitance, and despite playing dumb, I knew exactly what we were doing here.

Jason followed me into the cramped stall, then locked the door behind us. There was hardly enough space for us both to stand, and anyone who walked in would clearly see two pairs of legs. My heart was pounding in my chest.

“Take your clothes off, Grant.”

“What?!” I said a little too loudly.

He grinned in response. “I wanna fuck you, so take your clothes off.” He said it so matter-of-factly.

“Can’t I just drop my pants to my ankles? Why do I need to get naked?”

“Because it’s more fun that way.”

“And what about you?” I asked, stalling for time more than anything else.

Jason shook his head, smiling ear to ear. “Just you.”

I gulped, then nodded. “Okay,” I whispered in defeat. I began to undo the button on my pants, but my nerves caused my hands to tremble. It took a few tries before I could get it right. I pulled down the zipper, then swiftly dropped my pants to the ground.

“Mmm,” Jason said. He grabbed my ass and gave it a firm squeeze. “Keep going.”

I kicked off my shoes so I could remove the pants from around my ankles. Next came my shirt. I lifted it up over my head, not caring that it turned inside-out in the process. I tossed it to the floor along with my pants and shoes, all of which were now just as visible as our legs under the stall. I stood before my fiancé in nothing but a jockstrap and a pair of white ankle socks.

“Now what?” I asked quietly.

“Now we fuck,” he replied. He undid his pants and lowered the front of them, letting his cock flop out. It wasn’t fully hard yet, but it was growing right in front of my eyes.

I turned around, facing the back of the stall and arching my back, presenting my ass to him. “I’m ready,” I told him.

“That’s a good slut,” he said, sounding pleased. Next, Jason reached forward and tugged on the butt plug. I gasped as it slipped out of me, causing my body to shudder. He dropped it onto the pile of clothes, then returned his attention to me. He spread my cheeks with his hands, inspecting my hole and the damage done to it so far. I could tell without seeing it that it was wet and loose; three loads of cum and a huge butt plug will do that to you. “You’re gonna have to try and stay quiet for me, got it, Grant? I can’t have us getting caught in here.”

“Yes, Jason,” I breathed. I braced myself, putting my hands against the back wall and sticking my ass out further.

He stepped in close, tracing his fingers gently across my skin. His touch sent shivers through my spine. Then he bounced his cock on my ass, slapping it playfully as he got ready to fuck me for the fourth time today. The anticipation built as I heard him spit onto his fat cock.

The tip pressed against my hole. His dick was wet from the saliva, and my ass was filled with his cum. The combination made for an easy entry, and Jason slipped inside me like it was nothing.

“Fuck!” I half whispered.

“Shh!” he said urgently. Jason’s hand went right to my mouth, covering it up tight. “If you can’t stay quiet, I’ll have to make you.”

I nodded in response, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled his hips back and rammed into me forcefully. I moaned into his hand once more, proving to him that I couldn’t be trusted. “I said quiet, slut.” Jason bucked his hips again. And again. He was fucking me hard, and though I tried, I couldn’t help but make more noise. Each time he pounded my ass I moaned desperately, my voice stifled by his hand.

“MmMmmMmfff!” The pace was getting faster. My knees felt weak. My hole ached with a mix of pain and pleasure, sore from all the fucking in the best kind of way. And above it all, my dick was bursting at the seams of the cage. It swelled more than it ever had, pushing with all its might against the inside walls. Desperate to be free. Desperate to be milked just this once.

All this time - a whole year later - and my dick still had a mind of its own. It still thought there was a chance of getting hard ever again, a chance of being unlocked and allowed to cum.

Jason continued fucking me, mostly silent save for the occasional grunt. The full length of his cock ran through my hole over and over, punching deep inside me with every thrust. It felt so fucking good.

“Grant,” he whispered, interrupting my thoughts. “I’m gonna pump you full of cum.”

“Mmmmf!” I responded.

Then he kicked it into high gear. My fiancé’s cock pushed into me once, twice, three times, and then I felt him explode inside me. “Fuck!” he muttered as he stuffed himself deeper and began to unload. His cock spasmed, throbbing and spraying his cum in my ass. I moaned with pleasure, savoring the sensation of Jason’s giant dick filling me up.

He finally let his hand drop as the two of us gasped for air. His dick was still inside me. He slowly pulled it out, careful not to waste a drop, then he bent down and grabbed the butt plug. He shoved it in with a satisfying pop, plugging me back up to keep all that cum inside me.

“Jason,” I mumbled, still catching my breath.

“You’re a lucky slut,” he teased. He bent down and sifted through my pant pockets, coming up with the permanent marker a moment later. “I can’t remember the last time I came four times in one day!”

Still facing the wall, I watched over my shoulder as Jason uncapped the marker and added another tally to my ass. Four loads in one day. It was a miracle I was still walking. My hole hummed with a warm, fulfilling feeling, radiating pleasure throughout my body. In the front, my jockstrap was fully soaked with all the precum I had been leaking.

“I can’t believe it,” I told him. “Four times! This was such an amazing present.” Then I turned around and kissed him.

Jason chuckled as we kissed. Gosh, he was so cute. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it so far,” he said once we parted lips. There was a handsome, devilish grin on his face.

I stared back at him, my mouth wide open in disbelief. “So far?”

The Locked Swimmer 4

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I kissed him back, locking lips without hesitation. I didn’t know if this was a spur of the moment thing or something more, but for the time being I simply gave in to him.

Cooper pressed his body to mine, pinning me up against the wall. Our skin touched, with me naked and him almost so. I felt his hand graze my thigh, then a second later it was on my dick.

“Mmmm,” I moaned. This was way better than jerking off. I put my hands behind his head, running them through his thick brown hair. I tugged it gently, then let my fingers trace his muscled back. I explored downward, grabbing his ass and squeezing it. Desire took over. After admiring him for so long, and now finally having him, I planned to make the most of this.

Next thing I knew, Cooper’s tongue was in my mouth. It brushed against mine, forcing it back, like a battle over ground that I was losing. Part of me was still in disbelief, but I wasn’t going to question it. All along he continued to stroke me, his hand jerking my dick as he pressed his bulge against my thigh.

He finally pulled away from the kiss, panting to catch his breath. “Nate,” he whispered, staring into my eyes.

“Please don’t stop,” I said. The feeling was unreal. Not just the stroking, but the emotional rollercoaster of making out with my best friend. I looked back into his eyes, then lowered my gaze to his lips. I wanted him to kiss me again.

He bit his lower lip nervously. “Is this okay?” he asked.

I took a leap of faith, leaning forward and kissing him back.

From there, it was a race to the finish. My hands were all over Cooper: one on his ass, the other on his chest. He stroked my cock even faster, steadily building towards the inevitable. I could feel myself getting close, nearing the edge, ready for him to take me past it. I started thrusting my hips slightly, desperate to cum.

Cooper was rock-hard now. I could feel him grinding against me, rubbing his dick on my thigh. He was enjoying this as much as I was.

He was going even faster now. I was almost there. Closer. Closer. Until…

“Oh fuck!” I said, breaking the kiss as my dick exploded in his hand. Cum sprayed across the locker room floor, one spurt after another, white ropes painting the ground. My legs tensed up as pleasure coursed through me. I began to shake, grabbing onto Cooper for support. The intensity was like nothing I’d ever felt.

I was breathing heavily by the time it was over. With Cooper’s help, I sat down on the bench to catch my breath. “That was incredible,” I told him. I was grinning from ear to ear.

“Happy to help,” he replied. He smiled to himself, shaking his head. “I’m glad I could make your last orgasm a good one. It’s gonna be a long time before you get to cum again.” He reached over and lifted the cage, getting ready to put it on me. “Last chance,” Cooper said.

Right. That’s what this was all about. I looked down at my dick, hanging limply between my legs. Now that I had finished, it was quickly deflating. I glanced up at my friend, saw the eager look on his face, and knew I didn’t have a choice. “Go for it,” I said.

Cooper crouched down in front of me and got to work caging my dick. He took the base ring first, slipping it around my dick and balls. Then came the actual cage. The metal felt cold against my skin as he pushed my dick into it. Now that I was soft, it was an easy fit. With that in place, he was able to align the parts and set the lock in place. Finally, he took the key and placed it in the lock. Cooper glanced up at me, looking thrilled. Then he turned the key and pulled it back out.

He stood up and took a step back, admiring his work. “How does it feel?” he asked.

“It feels… comfortable.” I rose from the bench, moving around to see what it was like.

“That’s great!” he said.

I watched as Cooper turned to his locker, then pulled out his bag. He dropped the key inside, and I watched it disappear. In that moment I realized what I had done. I agreed to lock up my dick, and my best friend held the key. I didn’t know whether to be happy or terrified. All I knew was the key was out of sight, and I no longer had control over when I would get to cum again.

“You should try on your swim briefs,” Coop said. “See how they fit with the cage. Hopefully it’s not too noticeable.”

He was right. I bent down and grabbed my briefs off the ground, then slipped them back on. I was pleasantly surprised with the result. “Not bad!” I said. Everything fit snugly. I could definitely feel it still, but it wasn’t too visible with the speedo on. I’d just need to be a little more careful around the rest of the team from now on. “So… what now? I asked, letting out a nervous laugh.

“What do you mean?” Coop replied. “I’m not gonna make you jerk me off, if that’s what you’re talking about.” He grabbed his bulge, teasing me.

I chuckled. “No, I mean…” Gosh, this was hard to say. “What does this make us?” My heart was racing, but I needed to know.

“Oh,” he said. Coop reached out and took my hand. We were both so nervous. It was uncharted territory for the two of us. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “All I know is that I kind of liked it. A lot, actually.”

“Me too,” I whispered. “I guess we don’t have to decide anything right now. But do you wanna see where this goes?” I asked.

“Definitely,” he replied.

A sense of relief washed over me. I couldn’t believe this was real. “Awesome,” I said. Then I looked at the ground and started laughing.

“What?” Coop asked.

“Umm… we should probably clean this up.”

My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 6

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“Well well well… if it isn’t my horny roommate,” Ryan said. He was covered in sweat, having just completed his morning run. He closed the door behind him, then wiped his shirt across his dripping forehead. I got a peek at his glistening abs in the process, which was enough to set me off in my pent-up state. “How’s the cage treating you?”

“It’s, uh… good,” I said sheepishly. That was a bit of a lie. My morning wood was straining harder than ever in its too-small cage. I flipped the blankets off my naked body and sat up, still coming to life after sleeping in.

Being naked was sort of normal for me at this point. It was still embarrassing, sure, but Ryan had seen my body far more than I cared to admit. See, for the past week I had been banned from wearing any clothes. That was the deal we made, and that was the price I paid for losing our friendly bet once again.

“It’s Saturday, you know.” My roommate walked over to his desk and took a seat. He pulled open a desk drawer and dug through it, coming out with a key a moment later.

My breath caught. The key to my cage. It was attached to a string, and I watched longingly as he placed it around his neck. It was a visual representation of his power over me. For all intents and purposes, Ryan owned my cock.

Ryan leaned back in his chair and put his feet up, grinning with satisfaction. “Care to make another bet?”

I stared at the key around his neck for a long moment before I could form a response. “I… I don’t know,” I confessed.

“What do you mean? Don’t you want a chance to be freed? Or have you finally admitted to yourself that you belong in that tiny little cage?”

“No!” I said quickly. “It’s not that. It’s just… I already gave up my clothes, and I’ve already sucked your dick. I want to earn my freedom, but I honestly don’t know what I have to offer at this point.”

“Hmmm…” He put his feet back on the ground and leaned forward in his chair. “There’s got to be something.”

I shook my head. “I can’t think of a single thing that would be worth it for you. How can we make a fair bet when you already have everything you want?”

“Not everything,” he whispered. There was a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly. “You’ll just have to stay locked another week, I guess.” As quickly as that crack revealed itself, it was gone. Ryan was back to his confident, dominant role.

“No! Wait!” I pleaded. “What is it? Whatever it is, I’ll do it!”

My roommate took a deep breath as he stood from his chair. He walked over to the console and turned it on, then grabbed the two controllers. “If you win, I’ll finally give you the key.” He tossed me one of the controllers. “But if I win, you have to kiss me.”

I froze. My heart was racing. We took our seats on the couch and faced the TV, controllers in hand, neither of us speaking.

Ryan navigated the game menus, setting up our match. I glanced over at him, my eyes looking him up and down before lingering on his lips. I’d never paid much attention to them before. They looked so soft. I found myself staring, unable to look away.

“James? Are you ready?”

“What? Oh.” I looked back at the TV. We were just about to launch into our contest. “Yeah.”

The match started, but I couldn’t focus. My mind was elsewhere. I spared another glance at Ryan. He was so focused. His drive was something I admired. Whether it was a contest over my dick, working out, or school work, he always gave it his all.

“You’re making this too easy!” he taunted.

His shirt was covered in sweat. I found myself longing to take it off him. I wanted to pull it up over his head. I wanted to pin him down and take his clothes off, one by one, until he was as naked as I was. I wanted to kiss him.

Admitting that to myself shocked me. I put the controller down in front of me.

“James, what are you doing?” My roommate paused the game and looked over at me. He saw the longing look on my face. Then he put his controller down too.

I inched closer to him. We stared into each other’s eyes.

“James…” he whispered.

I leaned forward and kissed him.

He jerked back, surprised by my advance.

“Sorry!” I blurted out. My face immediately flushed. “I- I just thought-”

Ryan grabbed my face and kissed me back. Suddenly we were passionately making out, our lips locked together. I swung my leg over and straddled him, now sitting atop his sweaty body. His tongue pressed forward, parting my lips and slipping into my mouth. I gladly let him in, feeling so vulnerable to do so. Our tongues brushed past one another, testing the waters, pushing back and forth in the midst of the kiss. I felt my pulse quicken as my heart began pounding in my chest. My dick swelled even further, leaking precum directly onto his shirt. I wanted more.

My hands ran through Ryan’s hair, tugging gently. My tongue entered his mouth, then was forced to retreat as he fought back. My hands went down further, tracing his neck, then down the front of his chest. When they reached the bottom of his shirt, I reluctantly pulled back from our kiss.

We stared at each other for a moment, both of us breathless, both smiling widely. I lifted his shirt and he raised his arms, letting me pull it right off him. I threw his shirt aside, then leaned back in for another kiss. My hands went straight to his pecs, grabbing and squeezing his firm muscles.

His hands went to my ass, one on each cheek, gripping them firmly. This was incredible. Unreal.

I felt his bulge pressing against me, and I knew I needed to do something about it. I pulled away again, panting for air as I hopped off him and stood up off the couch.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“You’re wearing too much clothing still,” I said. I dropped to my knees and slipped my fingers into this waistband. I got beneath his underwear too, and in one clean motion I pulled everything off. His cock sprang out, large and tall, directly in front of me.

“Fuuuck,” Ryan breathed.

I leaned forward to take him into my mouth, but he put a hand out to stop me. I tilted my head and looked at him quizzically.

“In my drawer,” he whispered. “Go grab the lube.”

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The Locked Swimmer 3

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Practice seemed to drag on forever. I couldn’t say whether I was excited or nervous to take Cooper up on his plan; probably a bit of both. Either way, it felt like ages before we were finally dismissed to the locker room. The two of us lingered, waiting for the rest of the team to disperse. Twenty plus college guys, all in various states of undress. Some were rinsing off the chlorine in the shower, while others were toweling dry or changing into their street clothes. It was a good ten minutes before we were finally left alone.

“You ready, Nate?” Cooper asked. There was a hint of eagerness to his voice.

“I think so,” I replied. The problem was, post-practice was when I usually jerked off. The blood was pumping, there was a bit of satisfying soreness from the workout, and the cherry on top: I got to see half of my teammates naked. Nine times out of ten I left practice horny and ready to rub one out. This was one of those days.

“Come here,” he said.

I followed Cooper to the back of the locker room, ignoring the growing boner in my swim briefs. Fortunately, the tight fit kept everything in place for now.

My friend opened one of the lockers, digging through his things until he found what he was looking for. “I got this right after we talked about it,” he said. “I wasn’t sure if you’d agree to it, but I wanted to be ready.” He opened the box to reveal a small metal cage. Emphasis on small. It was paired with an indistinct key, along with an insertable lock that presumably went in place after everything was assembled.

“It’s… smaller than I thought it would be,” I said.

“Don’t worry, I did my research. Besides, you wouldn’t want it showing through your speedo anyway. The smaller the better.” He reached into the box and grabbed the chastity cage. “Now come on, drop those briefs so we can get this thing on you!”

I could feel my own heart beating, my pulse quickening. This was it. There would be no turning back after this. I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my briefs, then hesitated. Obviously, Coop had seen me naked before; there’s not much modesty when it comes to a swim team locker room. But this was different. This was far more intimate.

“You’re ready for this,” Coop said encouragingly.

He was right. I nodded, took a deep breath, then dropped my swimsuit to the ground. My dick sprang out, embarrassingly much harder than I thought it was. I was average in size, though being shaved smooth helped my dick look a little bigger. Shaving was pretty common for swimmers; I found that most of the guys on my team liked to clean up down there. If you were already going through the effort of shaving your chest for a little less water resistance, you might as well finish the job.

“Wow,” my friend said. He didn’t mean to, but his reaction only added to the humiliation.

“Let’s just get it over with, okay?”

I expected him to jump into action, considering how excited he’d been about this whole plan. But instead, Cooper put the box down on a nearby bench, along with the cage itself. He placed his hands on his hips, staring at my dick with a curious look on his face.

“What?” I asked. I could feel my face getting warm, the awkward situation starting to get to me. It was hard not to feel self-conscious standing naked in front of your best friend. Especially when you have a boner.

“It’s just… you can’t put it on if you’re hard. It doesn’t work that way.”

“What do you mean, ‘it doesn’t work that way’?” I asked.

“Nate. That is not gonna fit in here. Do you expect it to magically shrink?”

I leaned my back against the wall. “Well what am I supposed to do, then? I don’t see this going away any time soon.”

He opened his mouth to speak, then quickly shut it. His cheeks flushed, and suddenly he was the one looking embarrassed.

“What?” I said.

He looked to the ground. “I was thinking that… well, we just need to get you off first.”

I glanced down at my rock-hard dick. It would be good to jack off one last time before committing to all of this. “Maybe-”

“Sorry!” Cooper blurted out. “I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. It was just a thought. We can try again later or something.” He collected the box and cage, then turned to put it back in his locker.

Almost by instinct, my hand reached out to stop him. “Wait,” I said. “I think… I think I’m willing to try it.”

He looked surprised. “Really?”

I nodded.

He placed the items back on the bench. “Do you trust me?”

“Yeah, Coop. I do.”

His shoulders rose and fell as he took a deep inhale, then let it all out. “Okay,” he said softly. “Close your eyes, then.”

My heart was racing. My palms felt sweaty. I shut my eyes, then waited. A second passed. Then another. All I could hear was the sound of our breathing, the two of us alone in the locker room. Until he leaned in and kissed me.

The Locked Swimmer 1 & 2

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Part 1

I pulled off my goggles and looked up at the leaderboard. Fourth place. I slammed my fist on the water’s surface, letting my frustration get the better of me. I worked so hard. All that effort, all that preseason training and extra practices, just to lose out at the last second?

Water dripped from my body as I pulled myself out of the pool. I headed straight for the locker room, ignoring the words of consolation from my teammates. It wasn’t personal; I just needed to cool down.

The locker room was completely empty. There were still races going on, so most of my team would be out there cheering each other on. I should be out there. I felt a bit guilty leaving them, but damn… I didn’t want to be around anybody right now. I yanked my swim cap off, letting my hair breathe. It was usually light brown, though being wet made it appear much darker.

“Hey, you alright?” It was Cooper’s voice. My closest friend, and another freshman on the team.

“Yeah,” I replied. I sat down on a bench, holding my cap and goggles in my hands.

“Tough break,” he said. “Less than a tenth of a second.”

“From third!” I said a bit too loudly. “Sorry. I know you’re just trying to help. But I was shooting for first, and I didn’t even place. That hurts.”

“It’s alright,” he replied. He came over and sat next to me, then put an arm around my shoulder. “Try not to be so hard on yourself, Nate. It’s the first race of the season.”

Cooper’s touch was a welcome feeling. His arms were toned, and his body warmed me slightly against the chill that came with being wet. He smelled of chlorine. We both did. It was a scent you could never truly escape on the swim team.

I smiled. Things were better when he was around. “I guess you’re right. I just want to be faster, you know? We train and we train, but it just isn’t enough. I wish there were something more I could do.”

Cooper nodded. “I know the feeling.” He removed his arm and looked over at me.

I met his gaze, staring back into those cool blue eyes. They were the color of the pool; not so vibrant, but with a depth to them. “What should I do?” I asked.

He glanced away, running a hand through his hair. “There is one thing you could try.”

“What?” I asked eagerly.

“You’re not gonna like it,” he said.

“Please, dude. I’m desperate here.”

“Well…” He looked to the ground, seeming embarrassed. “I’ve heard that the longer you go without getting off, the more testosterone you build up. And more testosterone means faster swimming.”

“Oh,” I said flatly. We sat there in silence for a moment, our thighs touching, wearing only our speedos. No jerking it? That seemed impossible. But if I was willing to wake up early, eat better, and train harder, I supposed I shouldn’t draw the line at jerking off. “For how long?” I finally asked.

Cooper perked up. “Wait, you’d really try it?”

“I mean sure, why not?”

“As long as you can, I guess. I’ve never actually done it before. It’s just what I’ve heard.” He stood, then began to pace back and forth. “Think about how fast you could be!”

“Wait wait wait. As long as I can?” It was a lot to take in. “Cooper, even if I wanted to keep it up, I’d definitely cave at some point. The season just started!”

“That’s true…” My teammate stopped in his tracks. “What about chastity?” he asked.

“What?”

“If you don’t think you could last that long, I could keep you accountable.” Cooper appeared more enthusiastic with every passing second.

“How would you do that?” I asked.

“Simple. We’ll get a cage for you, then I’ll hold on to the key. That way you won’t be tempted to give in.” He grinned. “This could really work, Nate.”

My jaw dropped. I felt my pulse quicken. My own teammate - no, my own friend - in control of something like that? It was too personal. Too intimate. “Coop, that’s… that’s crazy. I don’t know, man.”

He shrugged. “You don’t have to agree to it right now. Just consider it.”

Just then, we heard voices from outside the locker room. More of the team was starting to trickle back, having finished their own races. We dropped the conversation for now, but Cooper’s words stuck with me. I had a lot to think about.

Part 2

I sat up in bed, wide awake. Almost a week had passed since my conversation with Cooper, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get his idea out of my head.

My mind was stuck on what he said. I couldn’t shake it. I’d jacked off nearly every night this week thinking about it. The thought of giving up control terrified me, but the potential gains were too significant to ignore. It was a tradeoff: freedom for success. I agonized over it for days, waffling back and forth, weighing it all out.

I rolled over and grabbed my phone off the nightstand, quickly typing out a text. “Let’s do it,” I wrote. My thumb hovered over ‘send,’ then I paused with uncertainty. Was I really going to commit to this? Before I could change my mind, my finger slipped. The text was sent. I quickly locked my phone and tossed it aside, then settled in under the covers, feeling a jumble of emotions as I tried to fall asleep. Horny. Excited. Nervous. Tomorrow would be a big day.

My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 5

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“Ugh, class was so boring today!” I walked into our dorm room and slammed the door shut behind me before dropping my backpack to the floor. “The professor went off on some tangent and he just wouldn’t shut up about it. I could barely keep my eyes open.”

It was mid-week, which meant I’d been locked and horny for a few days now. I kicked off my shoes, then went straight towards my bed. I hopped up, taking a seat at the edge. My roommate was at his desk, scrolling on his phone and uncharacteristically silent. “Uhh, Ryan?”

He turned and shot me a piercing look, one that said I had done something wrong. What could I have forgotten?

“Oh fuck!” I exclaimed. I hopped off the bed and quickly stripped, feeling humiliated for having forgotten, and even more so for having to get naked in front of him.

“That’s more like it,” Ryan said once I had discarded my clothes. He had a smug, satisfied look on his face, along with a huge bulge in his shorts. “What were you saying, James?”

“Oh, nothing,” I muttered. “Just, uh, complaining about one of my classes.”

“Mhm,” he said dismissively. “How about you turn around for me? I wanna get a good look at my property.”

His property? I lost a stupid bet, but that didn’t mean he owned me… did it? My dick started to expand in its cage at the thought, but it was unable to get fully hard. Because Ryan held the key. Because he… I shook the implications from my brain before quickly turning around, eager to hide the attempted boner from his sight.

“Fuuuck,” Ryan whispered. “Bend over, James. Spread those cheeks.”

My face flushed from the embarrassment. Not that he could tell. I did as asked, arching my back and pulling my cheeks apart to give my roommate a proper view of his hole. Uh, my hole.

“Now that’s a pretty sight,” he said. “You can turn back around now.”

I hesitated, but turned around after a moment. It was somehow worse to face him than it was to stay in that position. “Thanks,” I said. My hands instinctively went to my dick, trying to hide the growing bulge in the cage.

Ryan raised his eyebrows. “Hiding, are we? That won’t do. Drop those hands to your sides and get over here.”

Fuck, this was so humiliating. I let my hands go, revealing a straining, leaky, pathetic-looking dick. “Happy?” I said. I walked closer until I was right by his side, with him still sitting at his desk.

“Aw,” my roommate teased. He reached up and put his hand under the cage, taking hold of my balls. “You look so horny. You must be dying for a release.”

I perked up. “Yes,” I said, perhaps a little too desperately.

“That’s cute,” he teased. He let go of my balls, then turned back towards his phone. “Well, I’ve got some homework to do. Why don’t you make yourself useful under my desk?”

“Wha-”

Before I could even ask, Ryan stood and pulled his shorts clean off. Underwear too. His dick sprung out, semi-hard already and getting bigger by the second. He took a seat, sending his cock bouncing in the process. Then gestured underneath his desk.

“Ryan, I-”

I was met with a hand in the air. “Not now,” he said. “I’ve got this write-up that I’ve been procrastinating for days.” He leaned to the side and grabbed his backpack, pulling out his laptop and placing it in front of him. He propped it open and began to sign in, but then he paused and glanced my way again. “Well?”

I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks. Was this what I had become? A servant to my roommate’s cock?

He turned his attention back to the laptop.

I looked down at my dick. My caged dick. I sighed, then got down on my hands and knees. If I couldn’t cum, I might as well find other ways to enjoy myself. I crawled under his desk, positioned myself in front of his chair, then took his dick into my mouth.

“Ahhh,” Ryan sighed.

I grabbed the shaft of his cock and began to stroke it, slurping and jerking him off in a constant rhythm. Up above, all I could here was the clacking of the keyboard as he worked on his report, along with the occasional moan. It was bad enough I had to suck his cock, but being ignored added an extra layer of humiliation. It was like I wasn’t even worth his time. I was nothing but a cock sucker to him. So naturally I was even more turned on than ever.

My head bobbed up and down in the limited space, sucking on his tremendous cock. My caged dick was so hard, so desperate to grow more, but there was nothing I could do about it. It’s hard to explain just how frustrating it is when you can’t get fully erect for days at a time. I can feel the blood rushing to my dick. I can feel it grow in the cage. But it never reaches its full size.

Ryan shifted his hips forward. Oh, so now he was paying attention to me. I could hear his breathing get quicker. The keyboard was silent. He was going to cum.

After a few more strokes, his cock erupted in my mouth. Hot cum hit the back of my tongue as I continued sucking, hungry and desperate for every drop. It was salty and sweet at once. I savored the taste as more and more cum shot from his dick, flooding my mouth with his load. I swallowed as much as I could, but I was no expert. Not yet, anyway. My roommate’s cum began to dribble down my chin, spilling out of my filled mouth.

All the while, he continued moaning and bucking his hips, enjoying the sweet release of an incredible orgasm. When it seemed like he was winding down, I finally let him out of my mouth. I wiped the missed cum off my chin, then greedily sucked it off my fingers.

“Fuck,” Ryan exhaled. He pushed his chair back to get a good look at me under the desk. “That was amazing.”

“Thanks,” I replied. My body felt warm, not from the embarrassment, but from the effort of the blowjob and the satisfaction of a job well done.

My roommate stared at me for a moment, “I’d say you’ve earned a reward after a performance like that.” Then he pulled open the side drawer of his desk and plucked the key from it. He dangled it mockingly in front of me before tossing it to the ground on my side of the room. “You’ve got five minutes. Now clear out. I’ve got work to do.”

I crawled over to the key, too horny to care how pathetic I must’ve looked. I fumbled with it for a second, my nerves betraying me and my fingers shaking as I tried to open the lock.

The cage was on the ground a second later. My dick sprung out, finally stretching after its time spent constrained. I took hold of it, ecstatic to be able to touch it. I glanced over at Ryan, but he was already back to his report. My heart skipped. Ignored again. And hornier than ever because of it. I stroked my hard cock, enjoying every second that I was allowed to touch myself freely.

I’m embarrassed to say I didn’t even last the full five minutes. Needless to say, that was the quickest orgasm of my life. After that, my dick went right back in the cage. Ryan made me lock it myself, then I reluctantly handed over the key.

“Until next Saturday,” he said with a wink. Then he dropped in back in his desk drawer.

Locked for Life 27 - One Year Locked 3

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Smack!

Jason’s hand bounced off my ass, leaving behind a mild stinging sensation. “Come on, my little cumslut. It’s time for a shower.”

He led the way, his massive cock swinging between his legs with every step. I followed, my tiny dick locked up tight. I had two tally marks on my ass still, matching the two loads of cum he had just pumped inside me. Once we were in the bathroom, Jason pulled open the shower curtain and gestured for me to enter. “After you,” he said.

“Thanks,” I replied cheerfully. I stepped in, excited for a chance to shower with my fiancé, but also nervous. Where exactly was he going with this? Surely there would be some sort of angle. A twist. Because with Jason, a shower was never just a shower.

My fiancé hopped in behind me, then slid the curtain shut. “Grant, would you be a dear and turn the water on for us?”

“Sure,” I replied. I reached for the faucet, but he stopped me.

“Not so fast,” he said. “Stand under it before you turn the water on. How else will I know when it’s warm?”

And there it was. “Do I have to?” I asked timidly.

Jason smirked. “I think you already know the answer.”

I nodded. I took another step, now standing directly under the shower head. Then with a deep breath, I turned the water on.

“AH! COLD! SO COLD!” My whole body tensed up, shocked from the sudden temperature change. If the coffee didn’t wake me up, the water certainly did.

“Fuuuck,” Jason whispered. He grabbed his cock and idly stroked it while we both waited for the water to warm up. He was still soft; it was only a few minutes ago that I rode him to completion. Even still, it was an incredible turn on to see him standing there, watching me freeze my ass off, getting pleasure out of my predicament.

The shocking cold only lasted another thirty seconds before it started to warm up. “Ahhh,” I sighed. “Much better.”

“Good. In that case, let’s swap.”

I bit my lower lip, then reluctantly swapped places with him. I wanted to stay a bit longer, but obeying Jason was always my priority. His dick brushed against my cage as he stepped past me, causing me to blush slightly. I just couldn’t believe how big he was. And how small I was by comparison.

Jason stood under the hot water, letting it roll off his naked body as he ran his hands through his hair. But my eyes were set on his cock. I couldn’t help but stare at it, and I found myself longing for it to be inside me again.

“LIke what you see?” Jason asked. He must have caught me staring, because he grabbed it again and shook it playfully. Seeing the size of it, the way it flopped when he shook it, the way the water streamed off it… he had my mouth watering and my hole aching.

“Yes,” I admitted sheepishly.

Jason smirked. He started stroking himself again, and to my surprise he was actually growing hard. It wasn’t as immediate as usual, but I could tell. “Grant,” he said. “Do you know why I locked you up?”

I felt my heart drop into my stomach. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, do you know why I decided you shouldn’t be allowed to cum anymore? Why I thought you should be permanently restricted to that cage?”

I shook my head.

He reached forward and grabbed me by the balls. I gasped at his touch, gentle and warm. “You like it, don’t you? The constant pressure. Always horny, always desperate. Always so willing to serve.”

“I do,” I confessed.

“I knew you would. You’ve always been like that, even without the cage. That’s why I did it. So you could be free of all the distractions and be your truest self. The real Grant. Horny, submissive, and depraved. I did you a favor. One you couldn’t do for yourself.”

I stared back at him, my mouth open slightly. My dick was straining in its cage, harder than it ever had before. I didn’t know what to say. My heart was pounding in my chest. “Thank you,” I whispered.

Jason tugged on my balls, pulling me into him. I stumbled forward, straight into a kiss.

His lips met mine. His tongue pushed further, parting my lips and delving deeper. I was completely at his mercy. Next thing I knew, Jason was spinning me towards the wall. He pressed me against it, pinning me there as we passionately made out under the hot water.

Steam filled the shower. Hands were exploring. Mine went to his cock, fully hard, ready for another go. His one hand was still holding my balls, but not to cause pain. It was about control. He owned my dick, and this was how he showed it. His other hand was on my neck, gently touching me. I felt so vulnerable. He caressed my chin, then grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.

“Time for round three,” he whispered. I flinched as he pushed me against the cold wall, its temperature a stark contrast to the warm water. My heart was racing faster. Jason had one hand on my hip. The other was on his cock. He spat onto it, then shoved it in my hole.

“Fuck!” I moaned. He slid right in, with almost no resistance.

“Nice and loose,” he said. He pulled back, then thrust forward again.

“Fuuuck. It feels so good, Jason.”

“I bet,” he replied. “It’s just like I said. You love to serve. You’re a submissive whore, through and through, and I’m more than happy to treat you like one.” He thrusted again, causing me to yelp. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes!” His cock slammed into me again and again, his powerful thrusts pinning me to the shower wall.

“Say it,” he said. “In your own words.” Both hands were on my hips now, holding me firmly as he fucked my brains out for the third time this morning.

“I love it!” I yelled. “The humiliation. The degrading comments. All of it!”

“More!” he commanded. He was fucking me even harder now, if that was even possible.

“I love the constant denial and horniness that comes with it. I love the teasing. I love how my dick tries so desperately to get hard in this little cage.”

“I’m getting close,” he grunted. He was thrusting into me with everything he had. It felt so fucking good.

“I love how you dwarf my pathetic cock! And most of all, I love serving you!”

Jason slammed into my ass, burying himself deep inside me. He groaned, then I felt him shooting his load into me. “Ohhhh fuuuuck,” he muttered. “Fuck, that’s good.” He squeezed tighter on my hips. I could feel his body tense up as he came inside me, pressing my chest against the tile wall while he unloaded in my ass.

The whole situation made me so incredibly horny. Adding to it was the fact that this was already Jason’s third load of the day. I was going to be so full of cum by the time the day was done.

Jason’s cock slipped out of me. “Grant, would you be so kind as to grab me that marker?”

“Anything, love.” I maneuvered past him, running wet and naked through our apartment to retrieve the permanent marker he wanted. It was back in the kitchen, where he had marked me previously. I grabbed it and ran back, chilly and ready to be back under the warm water.

“Thanks, babe,” he said when I returned. “Now turn around and bend over for me.”

I did exactly that, feeling immensely pleased with myself as I felt the marker draw tally number three on my asscheek. As we finished up our shower, I wondered what else this day would have in store.

Thoughts on a fantasy story?

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