Slumbering Toad

Locked for Life 26 - One Year Locked 2

Everyone in this story is 18+.

With Jason’s load freshly inside me, I started working on breakfast: scrambled eggs with a side of toast. Nothing too heavy; I wanted to keep it light on account of all the fucking planned for today. Because today was officially one year since Jason proposed. One year since he locked my cock up for good.

The eggs cooked quickly, and soon enough I was serving up breakfast. I took my seat across from Jason at the kitchen table, both of us still naked after our morning quickie.

“This looks delicious,” Jason said. He accepted his plate, then proceeded to cover the entire thing in hot sauce.

“You’re ridiculous,” I teased. “I can barely see the eggs under all that!” Lucky for him, he didn’t have to worry about bottoming later. I shook my head, then squeezed a modest amount of ketchup onto the side of my plate.

“Tastes better this way,” he said through a mouthful.

I grinned, then scooped up another bite with just the right amount of ketchup on it.

Breakfast was pretty quick. The two of us scarfed down our food, filling our empty stomachs in preparation of the long day ahead of us. Once we finished, I carried our dishes over to the sink to be washed. I didn’t mind the work. It kept my mind busy. And besides, part of me felt a little turned on doing all these chores while my fiancé relaxed. Like I was his servant.

I rinsed our plates, set them onto the drying rack, then turned to join Jason back at the table. But when I saw him sitting there, chair pushed back, my jaw dropped. “How are you hard again already?”

A wicked smile formed on his face. His cock was fully erect, standing straight up. Thick. Veiny. Hairy. “Just horny, I guess. I’m sure you can relate.”

My dick throbbed involuntarily at his comment. Yeah, I knew a thing or two about being horny. Except for me, there was an entire year of denial behind it. Jason had just cum fifteen minutes ago! He had the nerve to compare us?

“Well?” Jason asked. “Are you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna take a seat?”

I eyed his cock hungrily. I loved how big it was. I loved the way his bush surrounded it, dense and black, complimenting his size. I loved how he dwarfed my own cock. Even before the cage, I didn’t even come close. He was in another league.

“Ride me, Grant.” It was an order.

“Yes, Jason.” I approached, then stepped over him, straddling him, facing him. I slowly lowered myself until his cock touched my hole, positioned to enter me for the second time this morning.

“Go ahead,” he whispered.

I looked down at him, watching his face as his dick slipped in. It went in easily; I was already loose from earlier, and a load of cum inside me certainly helped. I slid down his huge cock, lowering myself until I was sitting perfectly in his lap. “How’s that?” I asked.

“Perfect,” he replied.

I shimmied in place, grinding on him, feeling him deep inside me. “You feel so good, babe.” It was true. After so long without cumming, my only pleasure came from behind. My dick was useless; I’d accepted that fact long ago. It had no purpose in the bedroom, no purpose in our relationship, no purpose in our sex life beyond being a humiliating symbol of my role beneath my partner.

“So do you.” Jason placed his hands on my hips, his gentle touch sending shivers through me. He flexed his cock, making it expand slightly. He grinned as I let out a small moan, the two of us enjoying the connection. “But I didn’t ask for a cock warmer. I asked you to ride me.”

“Yes, Jason,” I said. Between the heightened state of horniness and the massive cock inside me, I could barely think straight. But if there was one thing I was sure of, it was that Jason’s pleasure came first. Always.

I raised myself up, then gradually lowered back down. I started fucking myself with his dick, rising and falling in a smooth rhythm.

“Mmm, that’s it,” he said. There was hunger in his voice. This was a good start, but he would want more soon.

I started going faster. I was constantly hovering, and I could feel my thighs begin to burn as I rode him. It was a total workout, one that would leave me sore in more ways than one.

“There you go, Grant. Ride my fat cock.”

“Mmmm, fuck. Yes, Jason.” It felt amazing. I was in total control of the pace. The angle. I ground against him, feeling his tip rub behind my dick, bringing intense pleasure each time I fell back down on his cock.

My fiancé’s hands began to migrate. They traveled upward, tracing my sides, then grazing my nipples. They lingered there, touching me gently at first, but then more firmly.

“Fuck,” I gasped. “That- ah!- that feels really good, Jason.”

“You like that?” he teased. His fingers brushed against my nipples again, focusing in on them. It was unlike anything I’d known. With my dick off limits, locked away, I thought only my ass could bring me pleasure. But his touch was like electricity, making my whole body feel fuzzy and warm.

“Yes,” I moaned. I was riding even harder now, punishing my hole with his fat cock.

Suddenly he pinched my nipples, causing me to shout. It was a mix of pleasure and pain, a perfect combination of the two. “Ride me harder, Grant. Faster. Make me cum.”

“Ah!” I shouted as he twisted them.

“Bounce on it!” Jason yelled over me.

I was going as fast as I could now. I bounced up and down on his cock, slamming my weight down onto him over and over. Moaning with pleasure, feeling him inside me, feeling his fingers pinch and twist and play with my nipples. It was overwhelming.

“Keep going, Grant. Fuck, it feels so good. Serve your purpose. Make me cum.”

I kept on bouncing. He was so big. So deep. I was jealous of his size, of his freedom, of his ability to cum when I couldn’t. Precum leaked out of me, dripping onto Jason’s stomach, the extent of what my small dick could do in its pathetic state.

“AH!”

Jason shouted, pinching hard as he bucked his hips. His cock throbbed inside me, pumping out his second load of the day. His body shook underneath me, wobbling the chair, filling my guts with cum.

“Fuck, Jason,” I breathed. I bit my lower lip and took it, riding him until he was finished with me.

“Holy fuck,” he said. His grip finally released my sore nipples. “Ten out of ten on the riding.” He grinned, then helped lift me off him. “Come here, Grant. Turn around and bend over for me.”

I did as asked, leaning over the table and presenting my wrecked ass. I felt him spread my cheeks wide, inspecting my hole.

“Fuuuck,” Jason whispered. “I can’t wait to see how messy this gets by the end of the day.”

“Me neither,” I said. I was wiped out from riding, but the idea of getting fucked even more later excited me. Today was going to be wild.

“Wait here,” Jason ordered. I remained bent over across the kitchen table while he went to retrieve the permanent marker. Once back, he uncapped it and drew another streak across my right asscheek. “Load number two,” he said proudly.

Locked for Life 25 - One Year Locked

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I woke up to the smell of fresh coffee brewing. I sat up and stretched my arms above my head, letting out a yawn. Then I rolled out of bed, completely naked, and stumbled to the kitchen.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Jason said. He greeted me with a steaming cup of coffee, which I gladly accepted.

“Morning, love,” I replied.

“Do you know what today is?” he asked. He was leaning against the counter, sipping his own mug. My fiancé was in his underwear, and his bulge was clearly outlined by the daylight coming in through our apartment window. His huge, perfect, mouthwatering bulge.

I tilted my head, confused by the question. “Sunday?” I leaned against the opposing wall and put my lips to the mug. Steam hit my face, and even touching the rim of the mug was too hot for me.

“Well, yes,” Jason chuckled. “But it’s also officially one year since you’ve been locked!”

“Wait, really?” I asked.

“Really,” he replied affirmatively.

I couldn’t believe it. I had spent an entire year in the cage. A whole year locked. No breaks, no days off, and not a single orgasm to show for it. In that span, I’d helped Jason get off more times than I could count. Hell, I’d even helped Bobby and Eric cum a few times too. Different scenes ran through my mind, each one a special memory.

There was one in particular that stuck out to me. It was from a year ago today, when Jason proposed. A blowjob that rocked me to my core. The last orgasm I’d ever have.

My dick began to chub up, filling the interior of the cage. I was used to the feeling by now. With it came a heightened sense of arousal that never really went away. It came in waves, but even in my most relaxed moments I was still so. fucking. horny.

“Don’t you want to know what I have planned?” Jason asked.

“Of course,” I said eagerly. Hearing my fiancé’s words, the cage suddenly felt even tighter. I was surprised my dick still knew how to get hard after all this time.

He grinned. “I know how much you love getting fucked, Grant.” He turned and placed his mug on the counter before he continued. “It’s the only real pleasure you can get these days, right? You know… since I’ve locked your dick up for good?”

I nodded enthusiastically. The teasing was too much for me. My dick throbbed, so desperate for Jason’s touch, for any sort of release. But the only pleasure I’d be receiving today was from my ass. Not from my pathetic, locked cock.

“Well, since it’s a special occasion, I figured we should try something different. Wanna see how many times I can cum inside you in one day?”

My heart started to race. “That sounds incredible!”

“I knew you’d like the idea,” Jason said. He looked very pleased with himself. It was as evident on his face as it was down below. His bulge was already growing in his boxer-briefs; a stunning sight, considering he was already bigger than me when soft.

I put my coffee to my lips again, but I was still unable to drink it. “Ah! Too hot,” I said, placing it down on the counter. “It needs to cool for a bit.”

Jason smirked, shoving a hand into his underwear. “Why don’t we get started with round one, then?”

“I’d love that,” I replied.

A minute later I was bent over the countertop, ass out. Jason stood directly behind me, his massive cock lubed up and ready to go.

“Oh!” I said as he entered me. His dick pressed forward, pushing into my hole.

“Mmmm,” Jason hummed. “There’s nothing quite like getting some ass in the morning. Not that you’d know,” he teased.

With my hands on the counter, I pushed back against him and forced his dick further inside. “Nothing quite like getting some dick in the morning,” I replied cheekily. “Not that you’d know.”

“Is that so?” Jason asked. Then he thrusted forward.

“AH!” I hollered. The rest of his dick rammed straight into me, stretching me open in one swift motion.

“Fuuuck, Grant. Your ass always feels so good.”

“Mhm,” I grunted with a nod, still recovering from the sudden insertion.

“What’s the matter?” he taunted. He drew his hips back, dragging his huge cock most of the way out. “Can’t handle it?” He bucked his hips, slamming into me again.

“I just- mmf- need to warm up a bit.” I bit my lower lip and groaned, trying desperately to relax my hole.

“Sorry, babe. We don’t have time for that; we’ve got a record to set.” With that, he pulled back and rammed into me again. My elbows buckled and I collapsed on the counter, touching it with my bare chest.

“Yes, Jason,” I muttered. “Whatever you say.” I submitted to him fully. My ass was going to take a pounding today, so I might as well get up to speed.

Jason started thrusting with a consistent pace. He pinned me to the counter, pressing his body to mine, ramming his dick in and out of my hole. And I was grateful that he did. Pretty quickly the overwhelming feeling faded, giving way to a much better sensation.

“Ohhh fuck,” I moaned. My body lurched forward with every thrust, pressed against the countertop, my skin touching the cool surface. His dick slammed into me again and again without resistance. There was no pain or stretching anymore. Only pleasure. The intense, primal pleasure of getting fucked raw by my fiancé’s massive cock.

“Having fun?” Jason said between thrusts.

“Fuck yes,” I exhaled.

The fucking continued, then suddenly Jason reached around and grabbed me by the balls. I gasped at his unexpected touch, then whimpered as he began to squeeze them. He held them with a firm grip, grasping them tightly.

“Mmmm. These balls are so full. Remember when I used to let you cum?” he taunted. “Do you even remember what it feels like?”

My face flushed with shame. “No,” I confessed.

“That’s crazy,” he replied. “It feels amazing.”

“I bet,” I whispered.

Jason continued fucking me, his thick cock running in and out of my now-loose hole. “I get to cum *all the time*,” he said mockingly. “Whenever I want, as often as I want.” His grip on my balls got even tighter. “What about you?”

I whimpered again, feeling confused and horny and desperate all at once. My ass felt amazing, but my balls ached from the pressure. I was receiving mixed signals, not knowing what to feel or how to react.

“Hmm?” Jason pressed, squeezing even harder still.

“I don't get to cum,” I said softly.

“And why is that?”

“Because my job is to make you cum.”

“Exactly.” He finally let go. I sighed with relief, but that was short-lived. Jason placed his hands on my waist and tugged me backwards, slamming his hips into me. From that point on, it was a race to the finish.

“Oh fuck, Jason!” I cried out. He was breeding my ass, plain and simple, and I was loving every second of it. “Don’t stop!”

“You want my cum, slut?” he spat.

“Yes!” I shouted. God, it felt so good to be dicked down this early in the morning. His dick pounded my insides, ramming straight through my sloppy, loosened hole.

“Let me hear you beg for it.”

“Oh, please!” I yelled. “Please cum in me, babe!” I felt every inch of his thick cock, pounding me repeatedly. It was nonstop.

I heard him grunt loudly, then felt him ram his cock forward as he pressed my body tight against the kitchen counter. I was pinned in place. He bucked his hips again, and I felt his cock throbbing inside me. “Fuuuck,” Jason muttered. He wrapped his arms around my stomach. He was fully inside me now, thrusting softly as his dick continued to pulse, shooting his load into me.

My balls ached, longing to be drained. My dick leaked onto the tile floor below, clear and sticky liquid running out of the tip of the cage. But that was the only sort of release I’d be getting. Today and forever.

“Fuck, that was good.” Jason pulled out, leaving me gaping. “Don’t lose that load!” he teased. “We’re gonna get you pumped full of cum today!”

My fiancé slapped my ass playfully as he walked past me, heading straight for the junk drawer. It was filled with all kinds of stuff that didn’t really belong elsewhere: pens, pencils, takeout menus… you get the idea. Jason pulled the drawer open and started to sift through the mess.

“This is gonna be a fun day,” I said. Knowing just how much Jason was capable of, I knew I had my work cut out for me. This wasn’t going to be a two- or three-load kind of day. We were going hard. We were going for a record.

“Ah, here it is,” Jason said after a moment. He shut the drawer, then returned with a permanent marker.

“What’s that for?” I asked, looking back at him over my shoulder.

“Tallies,” he said with a grin. I watched as he uncapped it, then drew a line directly on my right asscheek. “One down, who knows how many more to go!”

Pleasure and Denial 2 - Sweet Release

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I sat on my knees, naked and horny, waiting for a response. After receiving an incredible blowjob from yours truly, Eric was toying with the idea of giving me a release.

“Yeah, I’d say you earned it,” he finally said. There was a wide grin on his face, which told me there was probably more to this than I anticipated. He stood from the bed, then went to retrieve the key to my dick.

“Really?” I asked. I had hoped for this, but I didn’t actually expect it.

“Definitely,” he replied. He returned with the key, then ordered me to lie down on the bed. “Before I unlock you though, there’s something else I need to do.”

“What do you mean?”

My boyfriend flashed a smile, but said nothing. Instead, he dipped under the bed. I began to wonder what he was doing, but then it clicked. Suddenly he was back, a grin on his face, ropes in hand. “Can’t have you resisting, now can I?”

“Of course not,” I muttered. I was beyond horny at this point, and seeing the ropes got me excited. Tied down or not, I was about to be unlocked.

Eric began with my right wrist, wrapping the rope around it several times before binding me to the bedpost. He worked his way around the bed, tying one ankle, then the other, ending with my left wrist. My boyfriend finished the last knot and gave it a tug, then nodded with satisfaction. “Now for the fun part,” he said with a mischievous look on his face.

I tested my constraints, feeling both excited and nervous when I met resistance. I couldn’t move more than a few inches in any direction before the ropes became taught. My body was spread out like a starfish, restrained to the bed, ready for whatever my boyfriend wanted to do to it.

The key was in his fingers. He climbed onto the bed between my spread legs and inserted it into the lock. He turned it, gingerly removed the cage, then leaned over and placed everything on the nightstand. My dick immediately sprang to life, finally free after several days of being unable to get hard.

“Someone’s excited,” my boyfriend teased.

“I’m so horny,” I whispered.

“Good,” Eric replied. He climbed forward, dangling his now-flaccid dick in my face. “Open,” he ordered.

I opened my mouth and accepted it, sucking on it for a moment. I had just blown him moments ago, but that didn’t mean I was done serving him. I was never done serving him.

He pulled out unexpectedly a second later. A string of spit spanned the gap between his huge cock and my mouth, thinning in the air until it broke. Then he squatted down and teabagged me, dragging his balls across my face.

“Mmmm,” I mumbled. Eric knew me all too well. A little degrading treatment made me hornier than I could put into words.

“You like that, don’t you? You’re such a slut, Bobby. You’re nothing but a cock-sucking whore.”

My dick throbbed, oozing out precum onto my stomach, finally free from its tight cage. “Yes,” I exhaled.

Eric leaned over, his balls still in my face, reaching for the lube on the nightstand. I listened as he squirted some in his hand, then he climbed back down to sit between my legs once more.

“Fuuuck,” he muttered as he grabbed my dick. His lube-covered hand felt cool to the touch. It had been several days since I felt any sort of stimulation down there, and just a simple touch sent a shiver down my spine.

“That feels so good,” I said.

“I bet,” he replied. He began to stroke it, his one fist practically covering the entire length. My boyfriend shook his head. “It always shocks me how small you are.”

My jaw dropped. I immediately felt the heat as blood rushed to my cheeks, the embarrassment showing on my face.

Eric smirked. “What?” he taunted. “Surely you know how pathetic it is.” He grabbed his own dick and positioned it next to mine to compare. “Look. I’m not even hard and I’m twice your size.”

I didn’t know what to say. But despite the mockery - or more likely because of it - my dick was harder than ever.

My boyfriend noticed as much. He grinned, giving my dick a squeeze. “I should keep this locked more often, don't you think?”

“No,” I said desperately.

“We’ll see. It’s not really up to you, is it?”

“No,” I said again, this time more timidly.

Eric stroked me a few more times. The feeling of his hand on my dick, the grip, the jerking motion, it all felt amazing. I began thrusting into his fist, desperate for a release after being denied for these past few days. It seemed like that release was rapidly approaching, but then I saw Eric’s eyes light up as a new idea sprouted in his mind. One hand still held my dick. He raised the other, then gently grazed the head with an open palm.

“Fuck!” I shouted. His soft touch drove me wild. I bucked my hips, pulling at my restraints.

“What’s the matter?” Eric said. “Can’t take a little tease?”

“No, it’s just- AH!” I yelped. “It’s so sensitive!”

His palm rubbed back and forth against the head, causing my whole body to jolt from the overstimulation. I squirmed in place, wriggling and writhing but unable to escape it. I let out a pathetic noise, less of a moan and more of a high-pitched squeal. It felt like everything was dialed to an eleven.

“Please, Eric!” I shouted.

“Aw,” he said mockingly. “Don’t you want to cum?”

“Yes, but not like this!”

“How then?” His hand slid back and forth across the sensitive tip, leaving me unable to think as I squirmed under his control.

“Jerk me off! Please! Fuck! I’m begging you!”

He flashed a wicked smile. “If you say so.”

The torture finally stopped. He focused solely on stroking me now, jerking my cock rapidly, getting me closer and closer to the point of no return. “Don’t stop,” I moaned.

He did the exact opposite. His hand let go. The pleasure that was building suddenly halted. “Hmm,” Eric teased. “How do I want to end this?”

“Let me cum,” I begged. “Please.” I tugged against the ropes, pulling my arms and legs but unable to touch myself. I was completely at his mercy.

“I could give you another ruined orgasm,” Eric said. He watched for my reactions as he ran through different options, enjoying the game of it, taking pleasure in my desperation. “Or maybe I’ll jerk you off and I just won’t stop. I can make you squirm under me, jerking you long after you’ve finished cumming.”

“No!” I pleaded. “Just a normal orgasm. Please, Eric.” I was so unbelievably horny. I needed this orgasm to be a good one.

He paused for a moment. To my surprise, he didn’t shut that one down. “Okay,” he said. “But it’s gonna cost you.”

“I don’t care,” I said. I’d pay the price, surely. But in the moment, any cost seemed worth it to me.

With our deal struck, Eric took hold of my dick and proceeded to give me the best orgasm I would receive for a long time to come.

Pleasure and Denial 1 - Degrading Blowjob

Author’s note: This story takes place after Locked for Life 24.

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“Please,” I pleaded desperately. I was on my knees in front of my boyfriend, my dick straining in its cage. It had been three days since my last orgasm; three days since my boyfriend locked my dick in this tiny prison. To say I was horny would be an understatement.

“Mmm, I don’t think so,” Eric replied with a grin.

“You’re not gonna keep me locked permanently, are you?” I asked nervously.

My boyfriend let out a hearty laugh. “Thinking about poor Grant, are you? No, I don’t think so. I enjoy teasing your cock too much for that.”

“Then how much longer?”

Eric smirked. “Until you earn it,” he replied.

“And… how do I do that?”

My boyfriend dropped his pants to his ankles. “You can start by sucking my dick.”

I smiled. That was something I could do. I grabbed Eric’s dick in my hand and began to stroke it, eyeing it hungrily. But that would have to wait. If there was one thing I knew about my boyfriend, it was that he loved getting his balls licked. I eagerly lapped at his nuts, dragging my tongue across each one, listening to the sweet sound of my boyfriend’s moans.

“Fuuuck,” he whispered. His hands went straight to the back of my head, pushing me deeper between his legs.

I opened wide and pulled his left nut into my mouth, sucking on it, dancing my tongue across the surface. Eric shuddered from the stimulation, taking quick, sharp breaths.

My right hand continued to jerk his impressively large cock. I was well aware of our size difference, something that was only further exacerbated by the cage around my dick.

The fact was, Eric was hung and I wasn’t. It was a bit embarrassing when we first started dating, but by now it had become just another symbol of our dynamic. Eric was dominant and controlling, muscled and hairy, with a dick to match his attitude. Meanwhile, my dick was significantly smaller. I was totally submissive, always ready to give in to his demands, desperate to serve more than anything else. My boyfriend’s needs came before my own, and I liked it that way. It felt right. I might’ve been new to the cage, but not to what it represented.

“Suck the other one,” Eric whispered.

I grinned - as much as I could with my boyfriend’s left nut in my mouth - then moved over to the other one. I sucked and tugged gently, eliciting further moans up above. This was exactly how he liked it. I’d had a lot of practice perfecting it.

“Mmmm, that’s it,” he moaned. “Now take both, you slut. Suck your boyfriend’s fat nuts.”

My dick swelled in its cage, still unaccustomed to this new confinement. I loved dirty talk. I opened even wider, taking his whole sack into my mouth. I sucked gently, still jerking him directly over my head. I could make him cum from this alone; I’d done it plenty of times before. But I had more work to do if I had any hopes of getting out of this cage.

After another minute of that, Eric let go of my head. I took that as a signal to move on. I moved up to his dick, staring it down for a second before taking it into my mouth.

“Ahhh,” Eric sighed.

I pushed down, taking a few inches into my mouth. I let my saliva lubricate his cock, making it easier to stroke him and also easier to take more into my mouth on successive passes. A few more bobs on his dick and I was sucking more than half of it. The rest was firmly gripped by my hand. I stroked and sucked, twisting and bobbing and jerking all at once. An expert blowjob from an expert sub.

My boyfriend placed his hands on the sides of my head, then began to thrust gently. Not so much that I couldn’t handle it; just enough to drive me wild. Here on my knees, I was in my element. Cock-sucking was one of my favorite things. It was such a degrading act to submit myself to Eric in this way. It made me feel so dirty, so used, and I just couldn’t get enough of it.

“Fuuuck, Bobby. Keep it up and you just might earn a reward.”

As if sucking Eric’s dick weren’t enough of a reward for me. Still, I maintained my pace, taking a little more of him into my mouth with each passing minute. Eric had the biggest dick I’d ever had the pleasure of servicing, which meant it wasn’t an easy thing to do. Tears formed in my eyes as I forced him down my throat, then gagged on his tremendous cock. But I simply couldn’t stop. I deepthroated him once, twice, three times before coming up for a breath, tears streaming down my cheeks, a wet and sloppy smile on my face.

“It feels so fucking good, babe.”

“Thanks. I try,” I said with a grin.

I went to resume the blowjob, but Eric stopped me. “Not so fast,” he said.

I looked up at him from my knees, hungry for more cock. “What?” I asked.

He smirked. “Sit back on your heels and open your mouth.”

Precum dripped from the cage as my dick tried desperately to break free. This was it. I leaned back, resting on my heels, then opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue for Eric.

“Good boy,” he whispered. He took his cock into his hand, jerking it furiously as he stood there, towering over me. “You want my cum?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

He was stroking hard, heading straight towards the edge. “How badly do you want it?”

“So badly,” I replied. “Please, Eric. Cum in my mouth.” I stuck my tongue back out, waiting to catch his load.

My boyfriend bit his lower lip, fully focused now. His breathing turned to short and shallow breaths while he jerked off in front of me. Quiet moans turned into grunts. Almost there.

“Fu- I’m gonna- oh- oh- FUCK!”

Eric blew his load straight at my face. I flinched and shut my eyes as the first few ropes hit me. They landed on my forehead and cheeks, coating me with cum. It was so degrading, so incredibly hot in the most perfect way.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Eric moaned as he continued cumming. His breathing was labored, the sounds interrupted only by further grunting as he rode out the orgasm.

The rest of his load reached my mouth. Some of it coated my lips, but more hit my tongue, warm and thick, tasting both sweet and salty. I stared up at him with my mouth open, desperate for more, loving the feeling as each additional rope hit me. As the orgasm dwindled, I licked my lips for one last taste before finally swallowing.

“Stick out your tongue,” my boyfriend ordered.

I did as he said, half-smiling as he wiped the last drops of cum from the tip of his dick directly onto my tongue. Then he stuck his fingers in my mouth, making me clean them off one by one. I was so fucking horny, I’d do anything in that moment. To be fair, I’d do anything in most moments; I was a horny submissive slut who loved to serve, and Eric was more than happy to take advantage of that fact.

Finally finished with me, Eric plopped down onto the bed behind him. He shook his head, grinning widely. “That was so good,” he said.

“Thanks,” I replied. I glanced down at my dick, still straining wildly in the cage. I took a deep breath, then looked back at my boyfriend. “So… do you think I earned a release?”

My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 4

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The next week passed by without much issue. Oh, I was horny, sure. But between classes and homework, I didn’t have much time to act on it. Not to mention that I was caged. Now it was finally Saturday, which meant another shot at freedom. A new wager between Ryan and me, one that would decide my fate for the next seven days.

“What’s it gonna be?” Ryan asked. He sat at the edge of his bed with his feet dangling below.

“A rematch,” I stated confidently. “But this time, it's best out of seven. If I win, you give me the key - permanently. I won’t let you trick me again.”

Ryan chuckled from across the room. “Okay, okay. That’s fine by me. And if I win?”

I took a deep breath. “If you win… I stay locked for another week.”

My roommate scoffed at me. “That’s it?” He hefted himself off the bed, then began to walk towards the door. “Come find me when you have a real offer.”

“Wait!” I said, hopping off my own bed and chasing after him. “What’s wrong with that?”

Ryan turned to face me, wearing an incredulous look. “Where’s the reward for me?” he asked. “If you win, you’re free. If I win… nothing happens? I don’t see much of a point in that.”

He had a point. “Alright, fine,” I said. “How about this? If you win, I’ll suck your dick.”

My roommate paused to consider. He stroked his chin pensively, though I had a feeling he did it more to tease me than anything else. It was just like him to drag it out, to hold the weight of the decision over me. Unfortunately, he held all the power here. I was the one that was locked; he was the one with the key. After a week spent caged, I was willing to do almost anything to be free. I knew that, and I was almost certain that Ryan did too.

“Sorry, James. That’s not gonna cut it,” he finally said.

“Please,” I begged. “There’s gotta be something I can do.”

His eyes lit up at that. “Oh, there is,” he said with a grin. “But I don’t think you could handle it.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“No clothes for a week.”

My mouth opened wide. No clothes? That would be humiliating. He wanted me to spend a whole week naked, wearing nothing but this stupid cage? I shook my head. “I don’t know…” I said.

Ryan shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He took another step toward the door, then rested his hand on the knob. He began to twist it.

“Okay, fine!” I said. “Not like it matters. I’m gonna win anyway.”

He smirked. “Deal?”

“Deal.”

We shook on it, then we settled in for the most important match of my life.

Since I proposed the bet, I got to choose the game. I went with one of those old-school fighting games; the kind with a simple moveset that consisted of basic attacks, specials, blocking, and dodging. I figured that the newer games had too much technique, and something like this would level the playing field.

Boy, was I wrong.

I lost the first match in a landslide. The cage suddenly felt a lot tighter as I watched my chance at freedom slip away. It became harder to focus. I couldn’t keep my mind fully on the match with my dick swelling up, reminding me just how hard this past week had been. I needed a win here.

The second match was a bit closer, but I still lost. “We should just call it here,” Ryan taunted.

“Shut up,” I joked. “We’re playing best out of seven. I’ve got time.” I was feeling him out, learning his moves and how to avoid them. Unfortunately, the same went for him. With a longer series like this, adaptability was everything.

I walked away with round three by a hair.

“Ha!” I shouted. “Looks like I’ll be getting that key after all.” My palms were sweaty. I was nervous. But I couldn’t let that show. There was too much on the line.

Maybe I had gotten lucky. Or maybe Ryan was going easy on me, letting me get my hopes up before sweeping the legs out from under me. Because after that third round, he proceeded to crush me. The final score was 4-1, a crushing defeat for me. My face flushed as I knew what was coming next.

My roommate put the controller down. When he looked over at me, his face said it all. “Well?”

My dick throbbed, pressing up against the inside of the cage. Another loss. Another week locked. Except this time, I’d be naked. “Do I have to?” I asked.

He nodded. “A deal’s a deal. Hand them over.” He held out his hand, waiting for me to strip.

“Okay…” I said nervously. Gosh, this was embarrassing. I began with my shirt, pulling it up over my head and placing it in his open hand. Then I dropped my shorts to the floor. I stepped out of them, then bent over and grabbed them off the ground. I tossed them to my roommate, making eye contact with him wearing just my underwear.

“Go on,” he said encouragingly.

I swallowed, trying to calm my nerves. I couldn’t do it while looking at him. Instead, I glanced toward the ground, then slipped my underwear off.

“Fuuuck,” he whispered.

I was completely naked. My dick swelled to fill every inch of the cage, threatening to break it wide open from how hard I was. But the cage held firm, just like it always did, preventing me from getting a true erection. Even that was beyond my control now.

I stooped over to pick up the underwear. I walked over and handed them to Ryan, making good on our latest bet.

There was a dangerous look in his eyes, along with a smile to match. “From now until next Saturday, you’re not allowed to wear clothes as long as you’re in this room. Got it, James?”

“Got it,” I said quietly.

“Good.” He threw my things into the corner of the room, then plopped down into the chair at his desk. “Now take a seat on the floor here. You’re gonna watch me jack off,” he stated. 

I watched on in shock as his fingers began to fumble with the button and zipper on his shorts. “Wait!” I said. “This wasn’t part of the bet!”

“You’re right. But unless you want to go another week without cumming, I’d suggest you do what I say. How long has it been since your last orgasm?”

My cheeks went bright pink. “Six days,” I muttered.

Ryan shifted his weight on the chair, slipping his shorts down to his ankles. His bulge looked bigger than ever in his tight boxer-briefs. “Uh huh,” he said. “And do you think disobeying me is gonna do you any favors?”

I shook my head.

“Then get over here before I change my mind about giving you a release this week.”

His tone was so demanding. So controlling. So… hot? I dropped to my knees without thinking, then crawled over to the spot in front of him.

“That’s it, James. Get familiar with being down there.”

“Yes, Ryan,” I mumbled. If not for my unfortunate imprisonment, I would’ve been rock-hard now.

My roommate pulled down his underwear, letting out his massive cock. Just seeing it was enough to drive me crazy. He grabbed it in one hand, then lazily began to stroke it. “Mmmm. This feels sooo good, dude. I bet you wish you could be jerking off right now.”

“You have no idea.”

Ryan smirked. He placed his foot on my caged dick, a physical reminder of his power over me. He continued to jerk himself off, pumping his dick lazily with long, steady strokes. “Too bad you’ll just have to watch for now,” he teased. “Don’t worry, though. I’ll give you plenty of chances to earn an orgasm this week.”

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“How’s your ass doing, babe? Ready for the finale?” Jason asked.

I looked from Jason to Eric, thinking maybe I misheard. Or that he was joking. But both of them seemed serious. “Finale?” I asked timidly.

“Yeah,” Eric piped up. “You think we’d end the weekend with Bobby fucking you? No offense, love,” he said to his boyfriend.

Bobby didn’t seem to care. He was still riding the high, having just cum inside me. “None taken,” he replied.

“But- I mean-” I was at a loss for words. “You both fucked me already!”

“Yeah,” Jason said smugly. “But not at the same time.”

My jaw dropped. “No,” I said, stunned. “You don’t mean…”

“Yes,” he said with a grin. “Ready, Eric?”

“Oh, I’ve been ready,” Eric said. He dropped his pants and let his dick hang loose. The thing was absolutely massive. Jason followed in suit, both of them losing their pants and tossing them onto a nearby rock. My fiancé’s cock was rock-hard; not quite as long as Eric’s, but a bit thicker. Seeing them both at the same time made me nervous. And horny. My dick swelled up, excited, ignoring the aching feeling in my ass.

“Over here,” Eric said. He bent over and dug through one of the bags, then pulled out a large towel. He turned and laid it out over a nice, flat area, then got down onto his back.

“What am I supposed to do?” I asked hesitantly.

“Straddle Eric,” Jason said. “Get down on your knees, facing him, and sit on that fat cock.”

“Okay…” I said. “What about you?”

Jason smirked. “I’ll come in from behind,” he replied.

With the plan mapped out, I settled down into Eric’s dick. It slid in embarrassingly easily, a testament to how loose I was after three rough fucks. Then Jason crouched down behind us and pressed the tip of his cock to my hole. The hole that was already stuffed.

“Jason, I-”

I was cut off by my fiancé forcing his way inside me.

“FUCK!” I shouted. “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!” My ass was screaming, stretching to accept a second cock. One was large enough on its own. Two was indescribable.

“Mmm,” Jason growled. “I was beginning to worry you were too loose for me. This totally solves that problem.” I felt every inch as he dragged his dick back out, then rushed forward again.

“AH!” I hadn’t been stretched like this in ages. I was used to big dicks by now, but taking two at once was uncharted territory.

“Relax,” Eric said with a smile. “You just need to open up a little, that’s all. Right, Jason?”

“That’s right,” my fiancé replied.

I took a deep breath, then exhaled. I shut my eyes and focused on unclenching my hole, letting myself release the tension. I could do this.

Jason slowly thrusted in and out of me while Eric’s cock remained stationary. The two of them rubbed against each other inside of my tight hole, and now that I wasn’t holding on for dear life, I had to admit it was kind of hot. It was incredibly intimate for them: Jason’s dick gliding in and out of my ass, brushing up against Eric’s cock, both of them using me like a huge, sloppy fleshlight to pleasure their dicks together. Like frotting, only better.

I began to rock my hips back and forth, feeling their cocks stretch me out, giving myself up to them both. Letting myself enjoy it as well.

“There he is!” Jason said playfully. “That’s my little whore.” I couldn’t help but smile from the praise.

“You two- are SO- mfff- BIG!” The words came out between thrusts, as I rocked my body faster in rhythm with Jason’s. I could feel the previous loads of cum leaking out of me, coating their dicks, then getting forced back inside me with every hump. It was a never-ending cycle that made my hole sloppier with every passing second.

While this was happening, Eric grabbed both of my asscheeks and pulled them apart. “Fuck him deep,” he said.

With better access to my ass, Jason did exactly that. I gasped as he slammed forward, ramming his cock deep inside me. He held it there, stretching me not just wide but also deep.

“Fuuuuck, Jason.” I was starting to love this. I pictured their balls rubbing against each other as they fucked me, the two of them using my hole while my dick remained firmly locked.

“Having fun?” Jason asked.

“Yesss,” I moaned. Fuck, this was starting to feel really good.

“Ride us, then,” he ordered.

I was too horny to protest. And besides, I wanted to ride them. I began shifting back and forth, grinding on their cocks. My locked dick sat on Eric’s stomach, pathetically leaking precum all over him. It felt so fucking good to be stretched out by them both. I was completely relaxed now, bouncing up and down on two giant, hairy dicks, having the time of my life. What a bachelor party this turned out to be.

“Fuuuck. Just like that, Grant.” Eric started thrusting his hips gently, though he couldn’t move much from underneath us both.

I continued riding, moving faster now, bouncing up and down. My moans were getting louder; I didn’t care who might hear. We were out in the wilderness, up in the mountains. It was secluded, but not impossible for someone to stumble upon us. It didn’t matter to me. Only two things mattered to me at the moment: load number four and load number five.

“There you go, babe. Keep it up,” Jason said.

“Your ass feels sooo good,” Eric added, his hands still firmly gripping my ass.

Their encouragement made me work even harder. I desperately wanted their cum. More than that, I wanted to be the reason they came. I had control for once, and I wanted to do my best to bring them the pleasure they deserved.“Milk our cocks, babe.”

I placed my hands on the ground on either side of Eric. I put my whole body into it, riding both cocks like it was my job. In a way, it was.

“Oh fuck! Don’t stop!” Eric shouted. The look on his face was one of pure bliss.

“Fuck, yes,” Jason grunted.

I kept riding, harder, faster, until-

“Fuck!” they shouted in unison.

Jason’s hands gripped me tight as his cock erupted inside me. I could feel Eric’s dick throbbing underneath, the two of them filling me up at the same time. Eric bucked his hips upward, lifting me slightly off the ground. They moaned and grunted as they unloaded in me, their dicks slick with each other’s cum, rubbing back and forth against one another inside me. And I sat there and took it. Two more loads, right up the ass. Five in one day.

“Oh my god,” Jason said as he pulled out. He sat back on a rock behind me. “That was unreal.”

“You have no idea,” I replied. I lifted myself off of Eric’s cock, feeling my ass gape from the sudden emptiness. Cum leaked out of me as I sat nearby; it fell out of my ass and onto the boulder beneath me. My hole twitched and spasmed, spitting out the wads of cum, aching from the new experience. One I wouldn’t soon forget.

“I’m spent,” Eric said, propping himself up on the towel. He began to laugh. “I don’t think I can cum again for the rest of the weekend!”

“I can’t imagine,” I replied.

More laughs from the group.

“I’ll be in tip-top shape soon enough, don’t you worry. It’s Bobby who should be concerned. Right, babe?”

Bobby, who had been watching the whole time, was completely hard. Again. Unlike his boyfriend, he seemed eager to rub out another load. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Eric smiled. “You’re going back in the cage until I figure out a long-term plan for you.”

Bobby’s jaw dropped, but he simply nodded and kept quiet.

With that said, Eric turned to Jason and me. “Thanks for letting us be a part of your bachelor party,” he said.

“Of course! I’m so glad we could share this weekend with you both,” Jason replied. “And Grant’s ass,” he added with a wink.

My cheeks turned red at his comment. We all lingered a little longer, passing around water bottles and catching our breath before making our way back down the mountain. On the way back, cum continued to leak from my ass. Bobby managed to stuff his boner back into the cage, and Jason and Eric were finally satisfied. All in all, our bachelor party was a complete success. I couldn’t have asked for better friends, a better trip, or a better partner.

Locked for Life 23 - Bachelor Party Weekend 8

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The hike was truly beautiful. The trees thinned as we climbed, giving way to the gorgeous landscape below. The sun was near its peak, illuminating the mountains and providing some much-needed warmth, considering Bobby and I were still completely nude.

Two fresh loads of cum remained in my ass. One from Jason, one from Eric. Bobby’s own cum had been used as lube, so I guess you could say there were three loads inside me now. I didn’t really care, as long as the boys continued to use me for their pleasure.

We came to a rest in a rocky area, the sun beating down on us. There was plenty of sunscreen to go around, especially important for a couple of nude locked boys.

“Water?” Eric asked, extending the bottle towards Bobby and me.

“Yes, please!” Bobby said. He was sweating bullets, as was I. He gladly accepted the water, chugging faster than he probably should have. I watched half the bottle disappear before he halted, then handed it to me.

I took a long drink, savoring the refreshing chill of the water. All the fucking aside, this really was a serious climb.

“What do you think?” Jason asked Eric. Vague as always, those two. “Is this a good spot?”

“I’d say so,” Eric replied. He dug into his pocket, pulling out the key to Bobby’s locked dick. “Come here, babe.”

Bobby hurried over, eager for the chance to be unlocked.

“You guys know that Jason and I planned this whole day. The hike, the fucking… all of it. Well, lucky for you two, we decided Bobby should get to fuck Grant too.” Eric put the key into the lock, grinning at the power he held over his boyfriend. “What do you say?” he asked.

Bobby could hardly contain his excitement. His dick was already swelling up, held back by a cage that might just be removed soon. “Yes,” he said, nodding furiously. “I’d love that.”

“Hmmm,” Eric said. He dragged it out, teasing his boyfriend, not yet turning the key. “Jason, you still on board? Should Bobby get to fuck your fiancé?”

Jason chuckled. “It’s the least he deserves, poor guy. Two ruined orgasms in a row? I’d say Bobby’s due for some fun.”

“Mmm, fair enough,” Eric replied. “Grant? It’s your ass, after all. Even if Jason owns it.”

I looked toward Bobby, who seemed extremely desperate. “Please,” he mouthed.

I almost said no, just for the hell of it. If I could go ten months without a single orgasm, he could stay caged for a little longer. But I was horny. I wanted dick, any dick, as much as I could get. As desperate as Bobby was to be free, I was even more desperate to be fucked. I guess that’s what the cage does to you. It rewires your brain until one day, you don’t even want to be unlocked anymore. You don’t want to cum. You simply want other men to cum inside you instead.

“Let’s do it,” I said.

Bobby let out a sigh of relief.

Eric turned the key, then carefully removed the cage from his boyfriend’s swollen cock. It immediately grew, standing at full size not a moment later. Bobby was nowhere near Jason or Eric’s size, but it would do. I wasn’t one to complain when it came to getting dicked down.

“So, uh… how should we do this?” Bobby asked.

Oh Bobby. He really was a hopeless sub, just like me. Presented with the opportunity to do whatever he wanted to me, and he still couldn’t take charge. I suppose I couldn’t blame him. I was the same way.

“However you want,” I replied. I was just excited to receive another load.

He stepped closer, gingerly touching my naked body. He turned me around so that my back was to him.

“Five minutes on the clock!” Jason shouted.

“Oh fuck. Sorry about this,” Bobby whispered. Then he forced his cock inside me.

“Mmmm, that’s it.” I backed my ass onto him, letting him slip inside without any resistance at all. I didn’t gasp or moan from the initial penetration. Jason and Eric had already loosened me plenty, and there was no way a dick like Bobby’s was going to give me a hard time now.

“Ahhh,” he sighed. “This is amazing. I never get to fuck like this.” He was thrusting into my wrecked hole, gliding in and out, aided by the previous loads of cum.

“Don’t stop,” I said. “Just like that.” He was gentle in a way that Jason and Eric weren’t. He made me feel such pleasure, pushing his dick into me, those steady strokes rubbing against my insides and making me want him more.

“You feel so good,” he whispered.

“Four minutes!” Jason called.

“I don’t want this to end,” I moaned. Only four minutes left? Bobby better hurry up if he wants to finish inside me.

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in close. His dick pushed deeper; not nearly as deep as the others, but it still felt amazing. He was grinding against me, his hips to my ass, fucking me as deeply as he could. I could’ve stayed like that forever.

“Three minutes!”

Fuck. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, as was I. It was a rare occasion that he got to do anything but bottom. But he needed to hurry up. There wasn’t a lot of time left. “Make it quick, Bobby,” I said.

“I know,” he said in my ear, still holding me, still sensually fucking me. It felt incredible, but we didn’t have the time.

“Fuck me as hard as you want,” I said. “I can take it, I promise.”

“Okay,” he whispered.

“Two minutes now!” Jason called.

“Sorry about this,” Bobby said. He forcibly bent me over, then placed his hand on the small of my back. He got up on his toes and starting pounding me, fucking way harder than I thought he was capable of doing.

“Oh fuck! That’s it!” I shouted.

“It feels- so- good!” He thrusted into me again and again, desperate to finish inside me before the clock ran out.

I told him I could take it, but damn, my ass was sore. I had taken two massive cocks earlier today, their huge loads both dumped inside me. And now, each thrust from Bobby rammed into my hole, enhancing that soreness. It was a struggle, but I needed to keep it together for him.

“Are you close?” I asked.

“Not yet,” he replied. He was trying so hard, but I guess the ruined orgasm earlier really boosted his stamina. Stamina that, at the moment, was working against him.

“One more minute!” my fiancé said.

“Oh fuck,” Bobby muttered.

“Do what you have to do,” I said.

He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me like a rabbit. Quick, hard strokes. As fast as he could go. In. Out. In. Out.

“Cum in me,” I pleaded.

“Thirty seconds!”

“Fuuuuck, I’m not gonna make it.”

“Please!” I begged.

“Oh fuck! Fuck!” Bobby was banging me hard. Like, really hard. His fingers dug into my sides, gripping me, pulling me into him over and over again. His cock wrecked my hole, further expanding on the damage done by Jason and Eric.

“Ten.”

“I’m not gonna make it!” Bobby said.

“Nine.”

“Fuck, I’m so close!”

“Eight.”

I was practically falling over. I was only standing because Bobby held me up as he fucked my brains out.

“Seven.”

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna! Ohhhh fuuuuck!” Bobby rammed forward and buried his cock inside me.

“Yes!” I shouted in response.

Bobby clung to me, bucking his hips and shooting his load. He grunted. I moaned. The two of us were connected, and I could feel his cock throbbing inside me.

“Fuuuck, Grant,” Bobby whispered. He kept his dick in me still, gently thrusting, edging out every last bit of pleasure.

“Time’s up!” Jason called. “Great show, you two! And a good warm-up for the main act.” He grinned, grabbing onto the growing bulge in his pants. Eric was similarly pitching a tent.

Bobby reluctantly pulled out, spent from the effort, leaving a third load inside me.

I stared at Jason, my mouth open wide. “You can’t be serious,” I said. My hole was thoroughly wrecked. My ass was so sore. I got fucked three times today! And now he was telling me there was more?

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I gasped as Eric shoved his cock inside me.

“Mmmm, nice and loose,” he said, burying himself deep in my ass. “This should be fun.”

Jason had loosened me up, but Eric was still bigger. His dick stretched me, making me cry out as I struggled to take him. I took quick, shallow breaths, waiting for the pain to give way to pleasure.

“You like that, Grant?” Eric pulled all the way out, leaving me gaping. Then he plunged back in.

“AH!” I yelped. “Yes! Oh, fuck yes!” I reached behind and pulled my asscheeks apart, letting him get even deeper. I was a desperate whore. I couldn’t help myself.

“Get in here, Bobby,” Eric commanded.

Bobby obeyed, crawling under us. I was bent over, taking his boyfriend’s massive cock, while he positioned himself between my legs. It was an awkward angle for him, but he took his assignment in stride. He tilted his head backward, then buried his face in the action.

“Fuuuck, Eric,” I whispered. His cock pounded into me over and over again, rocking my body in rhythm with his thrusts. Then I felt Bobby’s tongue. “MmmmffffuuUuUuuck,” I moaned. Bobby forced his tongue into the fray, licking where Eric’s cock met my ass.

“That’s it, you dumb whore.” Eric spanked my ass, leaving a stinging sensation on my right cheek. “Take my fat fucking cock. You love it, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I cried. “Oh fuck, Eric, it’s so big!”

“Tell it to the camera,” he spat. He grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled, tilting my face up towards Jason.

“I love getting fucked!” I cried. I felt so degraded. So used. “I love taking big fat cock in my ass!” Gosh, I must have sounded so pathetic. I couldn’t help it. I had spent months and months staying denied, without any release, my only pleasure coming from moments like this.

Behind the camera, his dick still semi-hard after cumming inside me, Jason grinned. “Is that so?” he teased. “I had no idea.” He grabbed his cock and idly stroked it, enjoying the show. Knowing him, knowing his drive, he’d be ready to go again in no time. Like we often said, he came more than enough for both of us. Another reason to keep me locked forever.

Eric maintained his grip on my hair, thrusting in and out of my sloppy hole. Bobby’s tongue lapped at the rim of my hole, going back and forth between my ass and his boyfriend’s cock. He was greedily licking us both, shoving his face in there, balls colliding with his face, rubbing across his forehead. If I weren’t busy getting pounded, I’d love to be in his place.

Between the licking and the fucking and the loads of cum inside me, my ass was a big, wet mess. Eric’s dick ran slammed into my hole, plunging through that mess, bringing an intense pleasure with every thrust. I locked eyes with my fiancé, wailing pathetically into our small clearing in the woods. This was heaven.

“Your ass - feels - so - good!” Eric grunted between thrusts. He showed no mercy as he fucked me. He released my hair, instead placing both hands on my shoulders. That gave him better leverage, letting him hit deep inside me.

It was all I could do to keep standing. My dick had long since gone soft, unable to keep up with the fucking. It swung between my legs, my balls frequently grazing Bobby’s face. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations as Eric’s dick pounded my insides.

Slam. Slam. Slam. His cock rammed into me again and again. He was relentless.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned. His fingers tightened on my shoulders. “I’m gonna flood your ass with cum, Grant.”

The pace quickened. Heavy breathing. Grunting. The sound of our bodies colliding.

“Fffuck - oh fuck - FUCK!”

Eric thrusted forward, yanking my body toward him at the same time. His cock exploded inside me, each throb felt by my sore hole. 

“Yes!” I shouted. “Give me your cum!”

Eric held his cock deep in me, grunting as he continued to pulse, shooting wave after wave, adding to Jason’s load from earlier. I kept my cheeks spread, wanting it as deep as possible. For the second time today, a superior man unloaded his balls inside me. Bobby continued to lick underneath, driving me wild with pleasure coming from so many different directions. And despite it all, my pathetic dick remained limp in its cage.

“Holy fuck,” Eric said as he pulled out. He sounded exhausted. He pushed away, suddenly leaving me empty and gaping where his massive cock had been. “That was incredible.”

I stepped over Bobby, collapsing to the ground next to him. My hole ached, sore from taking not one but two massive cocks this morning. It wasn’t even noon yet!

“Thanks for sharing!” Eric said to Jason.

“Any time,” he said happily. It seemed like he had stopped recording. Jason tossed the phone over to Eric, who had already shoved his dick back into his pants.

Eric looked pleased as he caught it. “This should make for a good wedding gift, eh?”

Bobby and I sat in the grass, naked and horny and used. Bobby was faring worse than I was at the moment, his dick straining wildly in his cage. I was still coming down from the whole ordeal, so the cage wasn’t as much of a problem at the moment.

“Well, that was fun,” Bobby said.

“You have no idea,” I replied. We both chuckled as our partners chatted, presumably about us and the rest of their plans for this weekend.

“You don’t suppose they’ll unlock me any time soon?” Bobby asked.

“If my track record tells you anything, then I doubt it.” I replied.

Just then, Jason bent down and grabbed his bag. Eric followed in suit. “Come on boys,” my fiancé said. “We’ve got a tight schedule to keep!”

Bobby and I looked at each other, then hefted ourselves off the ground. We were naked, horny, and desperate, just how our partners wanted us. It was time to resume the hike.

My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 3

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My roommate pushed his spit-covered dick straight into my ass.

“Ohhh fuuuck!” I shouted. My hole opened around Ryan’s massive cock. It gripped him tightly, unaccustomed to the strange sensation. I’d never put anything inside me before, and now here he was, stretching me wide open.

“Dude, you gotta relax your hole,” Ryan said. “You’re way too fucking tight.” He pulled out and spat on his cock again. He had barely entered me, yet my hole twitched at the sudden removal. I could hear him stroking himself, lubing up before pushing back inside.

“O-okay,” I muttered. I stood with both feet on the ground, bent over, lying chest-first on my bed. I gripped the sheets, muscles tense. “Try again,” I told him.

Ryan pressed his cock against my hole. With some concentration I was able to relax, to stop tensing up so much. He sighed with satisfaction as he slipped in more easily this time. “There you go, James.”

I grunted in response. All of my mental energy was focused on the huge dick that felt like it was splitting me in half. How did anyone do this? My fists tightened around the sheets, searching for anything to hold onto.

My roommate pulled out again, but not all the way this time. As he dragged his dick out of me, it actually felt… good? He spat one more time for good measure, right where his dick met my hole. Then he pushed it back in.

“Mmm,” I moaned. It was involuntary. With a little more lubrication, his dick felt like it was gliding. I was still struggling with the sheer size, but there was also a feeling of pleasure that accompanied that struggle.

“That’s it, James. Take my big fucking dick.” He placed his hands on both cheeks, pushing me down into the mattress as he fucked me. He drew his dick out, then slid it back in. Long, steady strokes, again and again, getting me used to the sensation.

“Ohhh fuck, Ryan.” I buried my face in the blankets and moaned directly into them, muffling my voice, trying to hide my shame. Because the truth was, it felt really good.

“Fuuuck. You like this, don’t you?”

I nodded, my face still deep in the blankets. This was so humiliating.

Ryan pulled out once more, leaving me gaping. He kicked my feet out, spreading my legs wide. I felt so open, so exposed. My face burned from the embarrassment. Then he grabbed me by the balls, holding onto my caged dick.

“I’m so glad you got this thing,” he teased. “Who would’ve thought caging your dick would bring me so much pleasure?” He squeezed gently, causing me to gasp.

“Please fuck me,” I whispered.

He squeezed a little harder. “What was that?”

“Please fuck me!” I said again, lifting my face off the mattress. I glanced over my shoulder to see a huge grin on my roommate’s face.

Ryan dropped my caged dick. He spread my cheeks apart and spat directly at my hole. When he pushed his cock into me this time, it wasn’t a struggle at all.

“You feel so fucking good, dude. We should do this more often,” he said. He thrusted into me, lurching my body forward on the bed.

“Oh!” I yelped. Fuck, that felt good. Almost all the discomfort had faded, replaced by intense pleasure.

I had to remind myself that I wasn’t supposed to enjoy this. Getting fucked by my roommate was  a means to an end. He promised that if I let him fuck me - if I let him cum inside me - then he’d unlock me sooner. It was my only chance at freedom. The alternative was to wait a whole week, challenge him to another video game, and maybe win the key back.

He started going a bit faster, the full length of his dick sliding in and out of me. Every stroke brought more satisfaction, pounding away at the same spot over and over again, hitting deep inside me. And shamefully, I loved it.

“I’m getting close, bro.”

Oh fuck. “Cum in me,” I whispered.

“Ohhh fuck, I’m gonna blow.” Ryan pounded into me, ramming his huge dick into my ass at lighting speed. “I’m gonna cum, James! Oh my god, I’m gonna cum!”

He slammed forward, shoving his cock inside. The weight of his body pressed me into the bed as he began to cum, his cock pulsing inside my hole.

“Yes!” I shouted despite myself. “Fuck yes!”

Ryan throbbed inside me, shooting his entire load deep into my ass. He held me there, pinned underneath him, until he was finished using my ass. I shuddered when he finally pulled out, leaving me loose and gaping.

“That was incredible,” he whispered.

My dick was so hard in its cage. I was so excited, so ready to get this thing off of me and finally jack off. It had only been one day, but it felt like an eternity to me. I rolled over on the bed, ass full of cum, desperate to be free again. “So, uhhh… is it time to unlock me now?”

He smiled. “Oh, right. Almost forgot about that.” Sweat was beading on his forehead. He wiped his hand across his brow, then walked over to his desk to retrieve the key. But when he turned around again, he was holding something else. A handful of ropes.

“What’s all that?” I asked.

His smile turned into a devilish grin. “You’ll see. Come here, take a seat.” He pulled the chair out from his desk and spun it in place.

“Okay,” I said. I stumbled over, then plopped down in the chair.

“Now… I said I’d help you cum. But I didn’t say how.” He stepped behind me, then grabbed both my hands. I was confused at first, but then I felt him wrap a piece of rope around my wrists.

“Wait-” I began.

But he had already moved on to my feet. He tied one ankle to the leg of the chair, then the other. A moment later, I was fully restrained, my dick rock-hard and threatening to bust out of the cage by sheer force.

“You said-”

Ryan quickly cut me off. “I said I’d unlock you, and I said I’d help you cum. I plan to do exactly that.” He flashed a smile, then teased me by dangling the key right before my eyes. “Don’t worry. It’s gonna be an amazing orgasm, I promise. And after that, you’re going right back in the cage.”

My heart plummeted straight into my stomach. How could I not have seen this?

He crouched down, then carefully unlocked the cage and removed it. My dick immediately sprung to life, growing to full size before he finished setting the cage aside. “Ready to get jerked off?” he asked.

I swallowed, then nodded.

He wrapped his hand around my hard dick. Clear liquid oozed out, running down the head and over his knuckles. Ryan wiped it up with a finger, then put it to my lips. “Open,” he ordered.

I did as he asked, tasting my own precum, sweet and sticky on my tongue.

Then he started stroking me. Slow and steady, rising and falling at a relaxed pace, building up pleasure gradually. I bit my lower lip, enjoying his gentle touch, loving the feeling of his grip on my penis. I pushed aside other emotions, focusing solely on this moment.

The stroking became faster. Then faster still. My breath caught as I realized I was far closer than I thought. His fist was a blur, jerking my cock until-

“Ryan, I- fuck!”

Before I could say more, my cock exploded. Thick ropes of creamy white shot out of me, landing on Ryan’s fist, running down his fingers. He kept going, jerking me off, watching my face with a huge grin.

By the time he was finished, my dick had already gone soft in his hand. He brushed his hand across my chest, wiping off the cum. Then he reached for the cage. I was in my own world, too satisfied from an incredible release to protest. Ryan grabbed my dick and slipped it back into the cage, then turned the key in the lock.

My dick safely locked away, he stood and admired his work. I sat there in the chair, tied in place, cock caged once more. I was covered in cum, both inside and out.

“What did you think of that?” he asked.

“Amazing,” I replied, breathless.

“Maybe next time you’ll be a little more explicit when you make a deal with me,” he teased. He bent over and pulled his underwear up, then threw on a shirt. Only once he was dressed did he begin to untie me.

“So… how long until I’m actually free of this thing?”

The look on his face said it all. A smirk that showed he loved this control over me, and he had no plans to give it up.  “Oh, you can kiss your freedom goodbye, James. But who knows? I might give you some time outside the cage here and there… if you earn it.”

My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 2

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The first night was the hardest. After being denied any sort of release, freshly locked in this stupid cage, I struggled to fall asleep. I was so fucking horny. Even when I finally drifted off, I was eventually woken up by my body’s sad attempt at an erection. You don’t realize how often you get hard during the night until there’s a cage preventing it from happening. Over the course of the first night, I probably woke up three or four times to my dick straining in its cage.

Sunday morning, I woke up tired, groggy, and - unsurprisingly - horny. I sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and doing my best to ignore my dick. “Morning, Ryan,” I said.

“Good morning!” he replied. He clearly had a much better night than I did. “How’s the cage treating you?”

“Terrible,” I said.

“Aw, James. That’s too bad,” he teased. “You’ve still got six more days before you get another shot at freedom!”

My heart fluttered at that. Six more days… and even then, it was only a chance. I’d have to challenge him to another video game, knowing he outmatched me in every way. Even if I could beat him, there was no way I could last until next Saturday. I needed to strike another deal with him. One that he couldn’t say no to.

“What if we made a trade?” I asked. “Then would you unlock me sooner?”

He perked up at that. “I’m listening.”

“What if…” Fuck. I couldn’t believe I was saying this. “What if I sucked your dick again?”

His eyes lit up. The gears were turning. He knew I was desperate, and he knew he had me on the ropes. My heart sank as I realized I exposed my weakness in that moment. Sucking his dick wouldn’t be enough.

“Hmmm,” he said as he pretended to consider the offer. “I don’t know. You already sucked my dick last night. Doesn’t seem like much of a bargain for me. If that’s all you got, I don’t see a reason to unlock you sooner. I can just keep you horny until next week, beat you again, and claim a much better prize.” He grinned. “No, I don’t think so, James.”

“Then what?” I pleaded. “There must be something I can do.” My dick swelled in its prison, yearning for freedom. I took a deep breath. “Anything,” I whispered.

He smirked. It was a devilish grin, the kind that showed he was enjoying every second of my torment. “Anything?” he teased.

I nodded my head earnestly. Damn, I was desperate.

“Well…” he began. He was savoring the moment, letting my mind race with possibilities. “I’ve never fucked someone before,” he said flatly. He gently flipped the covers off him, revealing a huge boner hidden only by his loose pair of boxers.

Oh fuck. No way. No way could I let my roommate fuck me.

I considered the alternative. Six more days locked. Six more days without release. And then another competition, one that I was likely to lose. This was my only chance.

My cheeks were hot, turning bright pink before I even responded. “How would we do it?” I said softly.

His grin spread wide, turning into a huge smile across his face. “However you want,” he replied. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, facing me from across the room. His dick stood tall in his boxers, in total contrast to my locked one. “Bent over, on your back, doggy-style… as long as I get to fuck you, I don’t really care.”

“I need details,” I said nervously. “To iron it out. This is a one-time deal, Ryan. You get to fuck me once, then I get the key back. One for one.”

He nodded slowly, considering. “I get to cum inside you,” he added. “Then I’ll unlock you. Heck, I’ll even help you cum. But I still get to keep the key.”

My dick twitched at that. My roommate? Cumming inside me? Fucking was one thing, but… wow. I mulled it over, caught between my desire to be free and the humiliating idea of getting bred by Ryan.

There was something I was missing. I just knew it. I scanned every word, considered every angle. It seemed too straightforward. Then again, maybe he wasn’t trying to trick me. Maybe he just wanted to fuck, and that would be enough. “Okay,” I whispered. “Deal.”

“Excellent,” he said, hopping off the bed. He took his shirt off first, then dropped his boxers to the ground. His massive dick stood at full attention, surrounded by that huge, mouthwatering bush I was coming to love. “How do you want to do this?” he asked.

Leaving the choice to me should have spared me some dignity. In reality, it did the opposite. I was to choose how my roommate fucked me. The idea was laughable. Humiliating. I climbed out of my own bed, then stripped down. Naked except for the cage, I faced my bed then bent over so that my chest touched the mattress. My feet were still firmly on the ground, my head turned to one side. “Like this,” I said.

I heard Ryan’s footsteps approach as he crossed the room. I listened to him spit behind me, then stroke his huge cock. He spat once more, lubing up, ready to enter me. I took a deep breath.

Ryan touched the head of his dick against my hole. It was a foreign sensation; I’d never so much as fingered myself, and here I was about to take his monster of a cock. “Ready?” he asked eagerly.

“Yes,” I exhaled.

Then he pressed forward and pushed inside.

My Roommate Caged My Dick - Ch. 1

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“Check this out!” I slammed the package on the desk in front of Ryan’s face.

“A box?” he said with a smirk.

“Ugh, you’re impossible. Look inside.” I waited impatiently as Ryan opened the box. He tore off the tape, ripped the flaps open, and dumped the box’s contents onto his desk.

“What’s this?” He picked up the small black device, examining it. “A chastity cage?”

“It’s my revenge,” I said, grinning. “Let’s have another competition. I want payback.”

Ryan and I were avid gamers. We spent every Saturday playing video games in our dorm room. We’d draw the blinds, get comfortable, and not come out until it was time for dinner. That’s how things were for a while, until last week when we raised the stakes. I lost our match, which led to me stripping, then jacking off in front of my roommate. Humiliating, yes, but I had a plan now. This time, I’d win.

“Ohhh, so you want a rematch?” Ryan teased. “Didn’t get punished enough last time?”

I ignored his questions. “Three stocks. Map of your choice. We’ll play three rounds, and the loser has to lock up their dick. Winner gets the key. Are you in?”

“You’re on.”

The first round was a breeze for me. After the humiliation of last week, I was determined to win. If I could keep this up, Ryan would be my bitch.

The second round was a bit harder. Ryan was great at adapting; my new tricks worked the first time, but he read me easily now. I put up a fight, but he walked away with the match.

Round three. I chose a new character, trying to switch things up.

“Your cock is mine, James!” my roommate taunted.

“We’ll see,” I replied nervously. I was losing my edge.

The match was over in a flash. Just like last time, my roommate crushed me. It wasn’t even close.

“Damn it! Here, give me that stupid thing.” I dropped my controller and whipped my dick out, ready to make good on the bet. Losing again was humiliating, but at least I wasn’t shy about being naked in front of Ryan. Not after last week.

“That was too easy, dude. The way you were playing, I think you wanted to be locked up.” Ryan laughed, handing me the cage. “Let me see you put this thing on.”

I angrily took it from him, then got to work. It was easy getting the ring on, but the cage was a bit more difficult. Despite being turned on, I managed to shove everything in place before I got too hard. When I finished, I turned the key in the lock and looked back up at Ryan.

He held out his hand expectantly.

I reached forward, then hesitated. “Just for the day, right? Then you’ll give it back?”

“Sure, James. Whatever you say.” There was a devious look in his eyes.

“Ugh.” I dropped the key in his hand, giving away my freedom.

“This is actually kinda hot, you know. This little key gives me complete control over your dick. Without my permission, you can’t even get hard, let alone jack off. All because you suck at video games.” He stuck his tongue out at me, then slipped the key into his pocket.

“Very funny, Ryan. I’ll get you next time, you can count on that.” I couldn’t keep losing to him like this. I was frustrated and embarrassed, but worse than that, I was horny and unable to do anything about it.

“Aw, is that what you think? Why don’t you blow me while you plan out your next great idea?”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because I have the key, that’s why. Your dick belongs to me now. And if you want it back, you’ll do what I say. Or you could just ignore me and see what happens…”

“Wait! Okay, okay, I’ll do it.” I dropped to the floor in front of his chair, ready to suck him off.

“Hold on, not so fast. I want you naked first,” he said.

“Really, Ryan? Ugh, fine.” I tore off my clothes in a hurry. The sooner I could suck Ryan’s cock, the sooner I’d get the key back. At least that’s what I hoped.

“That’s better,” Ryan said. He smirked, then pulled out his huge dick. He shimmied in the seat, yanking his pants down just enough for his cock to stay out without the waistband getting in the way. “Now suck it, James.”

I dropped to my knees once more, naked this time. Looking up at Ryan, I grabbed his cock and slowly licked the full length of it. I ran my tongue from the base to the head, never breaking eye contact. At the tip, I opened up and slipped the head into my mouth.

“Ahhhh,” Ryan moaned.

Still holding the base, I began to gently stroke him. My hand went up and down most of his length while I focused my mouth up top. I flicked my tongue back and forth across the tip of his dick, causing his body to jerk in response.

“Fuck! That’s- ah!- sensitive!” he said, squirming in the chair.

After a few more teases, I took him further into my mouth. My head bobbed up and down, going deeper with each thrust. His cock slid past my lips with each stroke. The underside of his cock brushed across my tongue. I forced myself as far as I could, until I gagged on his dick.

“Fuuuuck, James. Have you done this before?” Ryan leaned back in his chair, enjoying his blowjob.

“Mmm!” I pushed myself further, gagging again on his huge dick. Spit ran down my chin as I sucked him off. Somehow, part of me was enjoying this. I wiped away the spit and used it as lube, jerking the rest of his dick with my hand.

Down below, I felt my own dick strain against its cage. While I sucked Ryan’s hard cock, mine remained trapped. It was in a half-state, no longer soft but unable to grow to its full size. I felt pathetic, but that only turned me on even more.

“Yeahhh, that’s it.” Ryan put his hand on the back of my head and began applying pressure. I came up a little less each time, then went down a little further. “Open up for me, James. I know you can do it.”

I started gagging, but Ryan held me down. He waited a few moments before releasing me. I barely had enough time to catch my breath before he grabbed me by the hair, shoving me back onto his cock.

Ryan was in full control now. Guiding me by the hair, he yanked my head up and down his shaft. “A little more, you’re almost there.” He forced me deeper still, coaching me through the process. 

“MmMmmMm,” I mumbled. His encouragement spurred me on. Pleasuring Ryan was my way out of this cage. I was at his mercy now. My dick tried desperately to get hard, but it was a wasted effort.

Finally, Ryan shoved my head downward with his full force. “MMM!”  I moaned out. His cock slid down the back of my throat, my nose pressed firmly into his bush.

“Fuuuuck, dude. I could get used to this.” After what seemed like forever, he let me go.

I came up for air, spit dripping from my chin and tears streaming down my cheeks. “Holy fuck, Ryan! You’re crazy!”

“I know,” he said. I looked up from my knees to see my roommate smiling broadly. His wet, shiny cock stood in front of my face, taunting me. Gosh, I hoped he would free me after this.

“You’re pretty good at that, you know.” His eyes were filled with lust. I watched as he wrapped one hand around his dick and started beating himself off. “Now be a good slut and lick my balls,” he commanded.

I jumped into action, burying my face in his crotch. I lapped at his sack while he continued to jerk off.

“Mmmm. Keep up the good work, James. You might just get a reward.”

I continued licking away until I felt him tense up. “Open your mouth,” he said.

I sat back on my feet, opening wide. Ryan pushed the chair back and stood, furiously pumping his cock. “I’m gonna bust,” he said.

I stuck out my tongue, ready to catch his load.

“Fuuuuuck,” he moaned. He started spraying everywhere. I watched him stroke his fat cock inches from my face, hot ropes of cum coating my cheeks.

Without warning, Ryan grabbed my head and plunged his cock down my throat.

It was overwhelming. He filled my mouth, shooting more of his cum straight down my throat. I heard him whimpering, probably experiencing the orgasm of a lifetime. To top it off, I was the horniest I had ever felt, desperate for my own release.

His dick throbbed in my mouth, wave after wave of cum pumping into me. I struggled to keep up, trying my best to swallow it all. I wanted to taste every last drop.

When it was finally over, Ryan withdrew his wet, sloppy cock. “Holy fuck. That felt amazing.” He wiped his dick across my cheek to clean himself off. “I’ll be needing more of that for sure.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said, exasperated. I was still out of breath, but in a weird state of bliss myself. I think I enjoyed being used that way. My dick twitched again, reminding me of my predicament. “So uhhh, Ryan?”

He stuffed his dick back into his pants before looking back at me. “Hm?”

“Now that you’re finished, can I have the key back so I can jack off?”

He glanced down, and I could see the gears turning in his mind. “Hmmm. Maybe you can play me for it,” he said with a devilish grin. “How about next Saturday?”

Locked for Life 21 - Bachelor Party Weekend 6

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Bobby’s cum made for surprisingly good lube. Jason forced his cock inside me, and despite his size, he met little resistance.

“Oh fuck!” I gasped as he bottomed out inside me. Good lube, yes, but I was still being stretched to the max.

“Ready for your second load of the weekend?” my fiancé teased.

“Yes,” I muttered.

Off to the side, Bobby was still recovering from yet another ruined orgasm. He was kneeling in the grass, horny and frustrated. His dick had deflated. It was no longer straining in its cage, though that didn’t make him any less turned on by the whole situation. If anything, he was only more desperate now.

His boyfriend Eric stood by him, his phone out. “Smile for the camera!” he said to us. “It’s your bachelor party, after all. I want to capture the moment for both of you!”

My head was already turned toward him, but instead of smiling, I was moaning as my fiancé railed me.

Jason wasted no time letting me warm up. My ass was his, and he simply had at it. He held me by the hips, thrusting mercilessly from the start, slamming into my backside over and over again. My body lurched forward with each thrust, leaving my useless caged dick to swing wildly between my legs. I was in heaven.

“That feels sooo good,” I moaned.

Every sensation was heightened for me. Ten months straight of denial will do that for you. I could feel the length of his dick sliding in and out of me, every inch needing to ram through my hole to enter. My hole itself welcomed the feeling, a warm pleasure radiating from it.

Inside me, his cock went deep. Each time he thrusted forward made me feel full, the sheer volume of his cock threatening to overwhelm me. I should be used to this by now, but it was all I could do to shut up and take it.

We were loud and messy and wet. Every thrust echoed through the clearing, both from my moans and the sound of Jason clapping my cheeks. Bobby’s cum was getting churned up by my fiancé’s dick, getting whipped into a frothy, creamy mess. It squished and sloshed and leaked from my hole, the sound of Jason’s dick plunging in and out of that mess filling my ears.

Eric was still recording us with his phone. He held it in one hand, grinning at the video on his screen. His other hand worked on the front of his pants, undoing the button and zipper before sliding them down his thighs. A second later, his dick was out.

It shocked me every time I saw it. Eric had the biggest cock I’d ever seen. He was bigger than Jason, bigger than Bobby, bigger than… well, bigger than my dick before it was locked away forever. Eric held his cock in his hand and stroked himself, all the while continuing to record us.

Bobby remained by Eric’s side in the grass, already growing hard again. Or at least trying to. His dick was held back by the cage, a sight that matched my own straining dick.

I stood there, bent over, getting fucked mercilessly. Precum leaked from my cage, dripping and swinging wildly, covering my inner thighs. My hole was being destroyed by my fiancé. And I was loving it. The humiliation of being recorded. The thrill of being naked in the outdoors. The physical pleasure that came from Jason’s cock slamming into my ass repeatedly.

“Eric!” Jason called without missing a beat. “Why don’t you join in? Grant’s got another hole to fill.” My fiancé grabbed me by the hair, tilting my head back and presenting my face to our friend.

“Great idea,” Eric said with a smirk. “Bobby, take over here.” He handed his boyfriend the phone, putting him in charge of recording the show. Then he walked over, ready to shove his cock into my mouth.

I was the fucktoy. Bobby was the camera man. The situation was degrading for the both of us. We belonged to our partners, to be used and embarrassed and teased at their whims. As long as they were getting off, it didn’t matter what happened to us.

I was used to the concept. The idea of being locked, meant only to serve. It only made me hornier to be in this kind of a dynamic. For a while, I thought Bobby and Eric’s relationship was different. But after yesterday, I was beginning to realize that Bobby and I were more similar than I had thought.

All of this ran through my mind as Eric approached. He took his final step, now standing over me, his cock inches from my face. “Open wide,” he ordered.

I gladly obeyed. His cock filled my mouth, stifling my moans as Jason kept on fucking me. My ass was wet and sloppy, totally loose from the relentless pounding I was taking.

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

“Fill his ass,” Eric said.

All I could do was moan in response.

Jason and Eric leaned over my naked body, fucking me from both ends, then kissed. I was stuck in the middle, a spitroast between my fiancé and one of our best friends. They thrusted into me, sliding me back and forth on both of their cocks, using me like a cocksleeve while they made out. While Bobby watched, horny and unable to do anything about it.

Up above, their moans were getting louder. Especially Jason. He and Eric parted lips, then he grabbed on tight to my hips as he prepared to finish inside me.

“MmMmmMM!” I moaned. My body lurched back and forth as he rammed into me. Every thrust brought him closer to the edge. He was going to cum.

“Fuck!” Jason finally grunted. “Ohhh fuuUuUck.” His hands squeezed my waist. His thrusts became short and quick, milking out every last drop, his swollen cock pulsing inside me. I could feel him throbbing, shooting cum inside, adding to the mess left from Bobby’s load.

“Fuck yeah,” Eric said, his cock still in my mouth.

Jason pulled out, leaving my ass gaping. “Fuck, that was amazing,” he said. He wiped his dick across my asscheek and left a trail of cum behind.

My second load of the weekend - third, if you counted Bobby’s ruined load that we used for lube. It was so satisfying to know I had made Jason cum. To know his load was inside me. Not to mention how good it felt to be fucked like that.

Jason stepped away, then walked over to Bobby, who was still in charge of the video. “I’ll take that,” my fiancé said. “You’re needed over there.”

Bobby nodded. “Yes, Jason,” he muttered. Then he came over by me and Eric. Except Eric was finished with my mouth and had settled in right behind me. It was time for another round of fucking.

“I want you underneath us,” Eric commanded his boyfriend. “You’re gonna be licking between my cock and Grant’s ass while we fuck.”

Locked for Life 20 - Bachelor Party Weekend 5

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“So, Bobby,” Jason began with a smile. “Would you rather be fucked, or get to cum again?”

The look of shock on Bobby’s face matched my own. Less than 24 hours locked and they were already giving him the option of release? I was more than a little jealous.

“I’m allowed to cum?” Bobby asked timidly.

“If that’s what you choose,” my fiancé replied.

“What’s the catch?” he asked. Just yesterday, Bobby had been forced to endure a ruined orgasm. Worse, after helplessly watching his dick dribble out a load, Bobby had been caged. He was right to think this offer sounded too good to be true.

“No catch,” Jason replied. He held his hands up innocently, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Then I definitely want to cum,” Bobby said.

“Perfect.” Jason said. “Eric?”

Eric began to dig through his bag, presumably looking for the key to unlock his boyfriend’s cock. Bobby had no idea how lucky he was. It had been ten months since my last orgasm. Almost an entire year without cumming. I was so excited to share the burden a little bit, to have someone who could relate to me and understand what it’s like being locked long term. But less than a day later, he was already getting a break. My dick strained against its confinement, yearning to be freed.

“Ah, here it is,” Eric said after a minute. Except when he pulled his hand out of the bag, he wasn’t holding a key. He was holding a vibrator.

“Wait! I thought-” Bobby said.

“Too late,” his boyfriend replied with a smirk.

The four of us stood in an open field. It was about an hour into the hike. Eric turned on the vibrator and pressed it to Bobby’s locked dick, the buzzing audible over the soft breeze. I yearned desperately to be part of the action, but all I could do was watch as Bobby was pleasured through the outside of his cage. Watch and leak out of my own cage, unable to touch myself, unable to cum.

“Fuuuck,” Bobby moaned. His knees looked weak as he held onto Eric for stability.

“Tell me when you’re close,” Eric told him.

While Eric teased his boyfriend with the chance to cum in his cage, Jason came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. One hand traveled downward, coming to rest on my locked dick. He gently cupped my balls as if to say, “I own this.” His other hand went to my chest, where he began to squeeze my nipples, making me whimper each time he pinched too tightly.

“Having fun?” my fiancé said playfully.

“I’m so horny, Jason,” I whispered. “So yes, I’m definitely having fun.” I turned my head over my shoulder and kissed him.

Bobby continued to moan as his boyfriend held the toy in place, vibrating his straining cock. I could only imagine how good that must feel.

“Will I ever get to cum like that?” I asked desperately.

“What do you think?” Jason whispered in my ear. He pressed his hips forward, rubbing his growing bulge against my ass.

“No,” I said softly.

Jason’s grip tightened on my balls, causing me to whimper again. At the same time, Bobby’s moans were getting louder. It was so hard to stand there and not be part of the action, to watch my friend receive such pleasure while I remained denied.

“Don’t worry,” my fiancé said. “This next part will involve you too.” He unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his mid-thighs, pulling out his giant cock. “Bring him here, Eric!”

Bobby was practically dragged over by his boyfriend. He was led by his caged dick, the vibrator still firmly pressed against it. He was incoherent, on the brink of cumming.

“Sorry babe,” Eric said. “I hate to do this, but I’m gonna have to ruin you one last time. See, it’s Jason and Grant’s bachelor party we’re here for, and right now they need to use your cum as lube.”

“No! Please don’t stop!” Bobby pleaded. “Please, Eric! Please make me cum!”

Eric said nothing. He and Bobby were standing next to us now. Eric got down on his knees and grabbed his boyfriend by the balls, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

Jason inched closer, holding his dick in hand.

Eric aimed Bobby’s caged dick directly over Jason’s hard cock.

“Please! Oh please!” Bobby begged. “I’m gonna cum, Eric!”

Just as he was about to explode, Bobby’s boyfriend removed the vibrator from against the cage. “No! Please!” he cried. But it was too late. The result was even more pathetic than Bobby’s ruined orgasm yesterday. He throbbed and pulsed, but this time his dick remained snugly in its prison. Cum leaked out the front of his locked cock, expertly directed onto Jason’s massive dick.

“Mmm. Thanks, Bobby,” Jason said from behind me. “This should be plenty.” I watched him grab his dick and rub the ruined load in. Then he stepped in closer.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered.

“Now it’s your turn to watch,” Eric said to Bobby.

Bobby fell to his knees, horny and frustrated, naked in the grass. The sun peaked through the trees, lighting up our little clearing and bringing some warmth to our naked bodies. Used and humiliated yet again. I felt for him. But I didn’t have time to dwell on my friend. His task was done, but mine was just beginning.

Jason forcibly bent me over, then pressed his cum-covered cock against my hole. “Ready?” he asked. But he didn’t wait for a response. I groaned as he thrusted his hips forward, opening me up and sliding right in.

Locked for Life 19 - Bachelor Party Weekend 4

Everyone in this story is 18+.

After getting their cocks sucked for a while, Jason and Eric decided they wanted to fuck us. Nothing crazy, just a regular old breeding. A good half hour later, Bobby and I were filled with our partners’ cum. Then the four of us settled in for the night, heading to our rooms to get an early start the next day. From the way Jason and Eric described it, they had plenty more planned for the weekend.

I fell asleep easily, horny and pent up, my fiancé’s load fresh inside me. I was used to this kind of thing, though I worried for poor Bobby. This was his first night wearing the cage, and I remembered just how difficult that could be. He was surely tossing and turning all night, kept up by the frequent late-night erections. Those had long since faded for me, but I recall the first night being the worst.

We woke up earlier than I expected, phone alarms ringing in both our room and our friends’. I figured this was yet another element of the secret itinerary created by Jason and Eric.

Going into this weekend, I knew there would be lots of sex. That was a given. I just didn’t expect that Bobby and I would be kept in the dark, then humiliated, embarrassed, and used for the entire trip. Oh well. I certainly wasn’t complaining.

“Morning!” Eric said as we stumbled towards the kitchen.

“Good morning,” I said groggily. I rubbed my eyes, then went to put on a pot of coffee. Naked, of course.

“What’s on the docket for today?” Bobby asked. He was also naked, save for the brand new cage around his dick. Unfortunately for him, the morning wood was coming on strong. His dick was bulging in the cage, trying and failing to get hard.

“We’re gonna take advantage of this beautiful weather,” Jason said. “Eric and I mapped out a nice hike for the four of us.”

“Nice!” I said. I was surprised. That actually sounded kind of normal.

“We’ll head out after breakfast,” Eric said. He had begun frying up some eggs over by the stove.

“Sounds great,” I said. “Jason, mind tossing me the car keys?”

“What for?” he asked.

“To grab our clothes! Bobby and I will get dressed real quick while Eric finishes cooking. Then we can scarf down some food and head out.”

My fiancé grinned, then turned toward the stove. “Hey Eric, get a load of these guys!” Still cooking breakfast, I could see Eric’s shoulders rising and falling while he chuckled.

“What?” Bobby asked.

“Sorry, sorry” Jason said. He shook his head, smiling as he managed to stifle his laughter. “It’s just funny. Did you really think we’d let you put your clothes back on? We’re only leaving the cabin for a few hours. No need for that.”

“But…” Bobby began.

“Where’s the trail?” I asked.

“It’s just down the road,” Jason replied. “Once we’re there, the odds of running into anybody are slim to none.“

“What about before then? How far down the road?” Bobby asked.

The two of us were getting incredibly nervous. This whole nude / clothed thing was messing with my head, making me hornier than ever. A new element to the power dynamic, a visual representation of Jason and Eric’s superiority. As if the cage weren’t enough of a reminder.

“Just a quick walk, maybe 10 minutes. Don’t worry, no one drives around here anyway,” my fiancé said.

Bobby’s mouth opened in shock.

Fuck. That sounded crazy. They wanted us to walk down the main road naked? Then through the woods, on a hike far from the cabin, with no fallback plan to throw on a pair of shorts or anything? The idea made me nervous. My dick seemed to think otherwise. It swelled in the cage, completely filling it.

“Breakfast is ready!” Eric called out.

We had a standing breakfast, the four of us inhaling our food and pounding some hot coffee. In minutes, we were out the door.

It was chilly outside. The brisk air bit at my skin, waking me up more than the coffee had. The cold made my dick retreat in its cage, shrinking back from its earlier arousal. I wrapped my arms around myself for warmth as I waited for the group. Jason and Eric soon followed, but Bobby lingered in the doorway.

“Come on, babe!” Eric called out.

“I’m nervous!” he replied. “What if someone sees us?”

“You better hope they don’t. Besides, you have bigger things to worry about now.” Eric dug in his pocket and fished out the key to his boyfriend’s cage. He dangled it in front of him, teasing him with it. “Now hurry up. I was just thinking about unlocking you during the hike, but only if you earn it.”

Bobby’s face lit up. He quickly locked the front door and hurried to join us. He handed the cabin key to Jason, because, well, he was naked and didn’t have any pockets. Then the four of us were off.

The first leg of the walk was simultaneously uneventful and thrilling. Uneventful in that no cars passed and no one saw us. Thrilling in that at any moment, a car could have passed, someone could have seen us. Despite the cold and my earlier shrinkage, the excitement had both Bobby and me straining in our cages.

“This is it!” Jason declared. We had reached a small trail head, relatively hidden on the side of the road. He turned in and the rest of us followed.

“How long is the hike?” I asked.

Eric smirked. “Just a few miles,” he replied. “Though we’ve planned out a few stops, so expect to be out for most of the day.” He and Jason both carried backpacks, presumably filled with food and water. Whatever they had planned, they had come prepared.

As we settled in for the hike, I dropped towards the back of the group to catch up with Bobby. We chatted about his new situation, and I asked him how he slept. Like I figured, the poor guy was up all night fighting erection after erection, the cage smothering each and every one. The conversation made us both horny out of our minds, both of our locked dicks leaking precum as we walked.

Before we knew it, we were at the first stop of the hike. The trees parted, revealing a small clearing. Eric and Jason halted, both dropping their bags to the ground. Then my fiancé turned to Bobby.

“So, Bobby,” he began with a smile. “Would you rather be fucked, or get to cum again?”

Locked for Life 18 - Bachelor Party Weekend 3

Everyone in this story is 18+.

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

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

“That was so fucking hot,” Jason said.

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait. Don’t walk. Crawl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eric nodded.

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

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

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

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

“Go ahead,” Bobby whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

“For how long?” Bobby asked sheepishly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Locked for Life 17 - Bachelor Party Weekend 2

Everyone in this story is 18+.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded.

I closed my eyes and leaned in.

Our lips met.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Somebody’s desperate,” Jason teased.

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

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

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

“Switch places,” Jason said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I obeyed, releasing my grip.

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

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

Locked for Life 16 - Bachelor Party Weekend 1

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The weekend arrived, which meant it was finally time for our bachelor party. We’d planned a short trip, just a few days at a cabin in the mountains. With our friends Bobby and Eric, it was bound to be a great time.

The four of us took one car. The ride was pretty smooth, and after a few hours we arrived at the cabin. I eagerly hopped out and stretched, inhaling the fresh mountain air.

“We’re here!” Jason said. Then, oddly, he turned to Eric. “Do you wanna tell them, or should I?”

“Tell us what?” I asked. I turned to Bobby, who simply shrugged. He was just as confused.

“Go for it,” Eric said.

Jason grinned. “Alright, boys. Clothes off.”

I stared at my fiancé, my mouth open with shock. Clothes off? We weren’t even inside yet! Though to be fair, this was a pretty secluded area. The chances of being spotted were slim to none. That didn’t make it any less crazy.

“Jason and I discussed it beforehand,” Eric explained. “We decided that you two won’t be wearing clothes for the rest of the weekend. So get to it, boys.”

I looked at him in disbelief. The rest of the weekend without clothes… “Okay,” I said softly. I began to strip right there, out in the open, with nothing but trees surrounding us. After a moment, Bobby joined me. Our clothes piled up, shirts and shoes and pants all tossed aside. When we finished, the two of us stood side by side, naked in the grass.

It was a rush. It was exhilarating to feel the cool mountain air on my skin, to feel the breeze rush past my balls, touching places it normally never reached. Despite my initial hesitation, my dick seemed to enjoy the humiliation. It swelled up, immediately meeting the resistance of the cage. A feeling I was very much used to by now.

Bobby seemed equally excited; his dick was standing tall, betraying his emotions. It appeared we were more similar than I thought. We were both embarrassed to be so exposed, but also both enjoying that shame.

“Excellent!” Jason said. My fiancé clapped, then rubbed his hands together excitedly. “You two can throw your stuff in the back of the car while you grab our bags.” He popped the trunk, then went off towards the cabin with Eric.

“This is crazy,” Bobby said.

“Agreed. But also… kind of fun?” I replied.

His cheeks turned slightly pink as we walked towards the car together. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I suppose it is kinda fun.”

I watched his hard dick bounce with every step, feeling a twinge of jealousy. We were in the same situation, but there was still a difference between us. At the end of the day he was still free, while I was caged.

When we reached the car and peered into the trunk, I couldn’t help but laugh. Only Jason and Eric’s bags made the trip. Mine and Bobby’s bags must have been left behind intentionally. “They really got us, didn’t they?”

Bobby chuckled as well. “I still can’t believe we’re doing this.” He tossed his clothes into the trunk and pulled Eric’s bag out. I followed his lead, then slammed the trunk closed, locking away our only clothing for the rest of the weekend.

With that behind us, I began walking towards the house. After a few steps, I realized Bobby didn’t follow. He lingered by the car, fully naked with a backdrop of trees and bushes. And damn, did he look hot. “All good?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he said. He dropped his boyfriend’s bag to the ground. “Just… horny, I suppose.” When looked back at me, there was lust in his eyes.

“I know the feeling,” I teased.

“How do you deal with it?” he asked. “The cage, I mean. No erections, no orgasms, for months. I can’t imagine it.”

“It was tough at first, but… I’ve found that I enjoy it. I love being horny. I can’t get enough of it. Besides, I’ve learned that there are other ways to feel satisfied.”

“Like?”

“Like serving Jason. Getting fucked feels amazing, but even just getting him off is enough for me sometimes.” My dick twitched at the thought of my fiancé, but it was held back as always by the cage. I glanced at Bobby’s dick again, hard and free. “Don’t get me wrong, though. I still wish I could be unlocked. Just for a little bit. I can barely remember what it feels like to stroke my own dick, let alone cum.”

“Fuck,” Bobby whispered. He shook his head. “I think Eric is going to cage my dick,” he said suddenly. “He and Jason have been talking.”

My jaw dropped. “No way,” I muttered. I felt conflicted. On one hand, it would be nice not to be alone. But on the other, I knew exactly how he must feel. “Would you do it?” I asked.

He took a deep breath. “I don’t know,” he said honestly. “I’m nervous. I think… maybe?”

My dick strained again, and this time Bobby noticed it. “It’s challenging,” I said. “But also rewarding.”

Just then, we heard the front door open. We turned to see Jason standing in the doorway, still fully clothed. The contrast of him and Eric wearing clothes while Bobby and I were forced to be naked really turned me on. Though I suppose most things turned me on these days.

“What’s taking you sluts so long?” he yelled playfully.

“Sorry!” I called back. “Just chatting!”

“Well hurry up and get inside. We’ve got plans for you two.” He closed the door and returned to the cabin.

I looked back to Bobby. “You got this,” I said encouragingly.

He smiled. “Thanks, Grant,” he replied.

Together, the two of us hoisted our partners’ bags and made our way towards the house. One locked boy, one free. Both submissive. Both naked. This was going to be a wild weekend.

My roommate fucked me in the laundry room

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” Carl slammed his dick into me, stretching me open in one quick thrust. I grabbed onto the edges of the washing machine, holding on for dear life.

“What’s the matter?” my roommate teased.

“You’re so- ugh, fuck! You’re so big!” I managed to force out. I was stuck in place, my clothes caught in the door of the washing machine. Carl had tried to pry me free, but ended up pulling my pants halfway down my legs. And now he was taking full advantage of the situation.

“Oh yeah? Tell me more about how big my cock is.” He pulled out and thrust forward again, burying himself inside me.

“Fuuuck,” I moaned. The first time he entered me was shocking. The second time was a little easier to take. The lube had spread a little, making his dick glide into me with ease. “Your dick is huge, Carl.” I whimpered as he pulled out and thrust into me for a third time.

“Mmmm. And your ass is so tight.” He spanked me right there, causing me to jolt. “This feels way better than my hand.”

I leaned forward, bending over the machine with my ass out. I don’t know what came over me, but it just felt right.

“Looks like we’re both enjoying ourselves, huh? I’m starting to think you got stuck on purpose!” Carl said.

Suddenly I felt immensely embarrassed. What was I doing? Was I actually enjoying this? “I- I didn’t- I mean-”

“Relax,” he said casually. He pressed his hips into me, squashing me up against the washing machine with his dick deep inside me. He started gyrating, grinding his cock against the same spot over and over. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan, feeling him hit that same spot again and again. “It’s okay to enjoy it,” he whispered.

“But Carl, I’m not-”

His hand suddenly covered my mouth. “Shhhh,” he said.

I relaxed in his arms then, giving in to the pleasure. His hand slipped away, leaving me free to speak. But instead of protesting, I simply let it happen.

“There you go,” he whispered. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”

I nodded, pushing back into him. Now I was the one pushing things forward. I grinded into him, backing my ass up and feeling every inch of his dick fill me. He hummed softly, then placed his hands back on my hips.

“Fuck me, Carl,” I said quietly. “Please.” I couldn’t believe the words came out of my mouth. I’d never so much as walked in on my roommate changing, and now he was fucking me in the laundry room. And I was asking for more.

“Fuuuck,” he groaned. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

His hands tightened their grip on my waist. After I gave him the go-ahead, my roommate became a machine.

CLAP CLAP CLAP

I shouted out as Carl rammed in and out of my ass at an unbelievable speed. “Fuck yeah,” he muttered. His hands squeezed tight, pulling my body in time with his thrusts. He was giving me everything he had, shoving my body back and forth between him and the washing machine.

“AhhHhhhHHhhHHhh!” I cried. My upper body was sprawled across the top of the washer. I grasped at the edges of the machine, searching for anything to hold on to. Carl lurched me back and forth, banging me from behind, clapping my cheeks as hard as he could.

CLAP CLAP CLAP

The noise filled the room, drowning out my own desperate moans. He was relentless; each thrust shoved his cock deep inside me, his hips colliding with my fat ass.

“Mmmf, take my fucking cock,” he grunted. He had taken on a dominant attitude, focused entirely on his own pleasure.

“Give it to me,” I replied.

Our bodies were sweaty; mine trapped in a tangle of clothes, his standing tall behind me. I craved the sensation of being full, feeling him inside me. Every time he withdrew, I found myself desperate for him to thrust forward and fill me again. As it went on, I realized I wanted even more. I wanted his cum.

“Breed me!” I shouted out between the clapping and the grunting and the moaning.

“I’d thought you’d never ask,” he said playfully.

I don’t know how where he found the energy, but suddenly my roommate started fucking me even harder. It became a blur. His cock slammed into my ass. The intensity multiplied. Suddenly I was drooling over myself, moaning louder still, begging for him to keep going.

“Oh fuck!” I shouted over the noise. A pressure was building inside me, a feeling I’d never felt before, one I couldn’t explain. All I knew was that each thrust added to it, and it needed to be released. “Faster!” I yelled. “Harder!”

“I’m going as fast as I can!” he shouted back.

“MmmMMMmMmm,” I whined. I bit my lip, still holding tight to the edges of the machine. And then it happened.

“AH!” I shouted. My dick exploded, spraying cum across the door of the washing machine. Carl kept on going, ramming in and out of me, causing my dick to bounce and swing wildly as I shot my load. Seeing that, Carl pulled himself in and yelled as he began to cum.

The two of us were panting, our bodies one, both of us cumming at the same time. My dick continued to leak out the rest of my load. His throbbed inside me, filling my ass with cum. It was the most incredible feeling.

The two of us were breathing heavy, finally coming down from the craziest sex either of us could imagine. We’d been going at it for what seemed like forever. Just as he pulled his wet, cum-covered dick out of my used hole, the cycle ended. That silly jingle played as the machine came to a rest and the door finally unlatched.

We burst into laughter.

“That’s hilarious!” Carl said. He opened the door for me, allowing me to finally step away from the machine.

“I can’t believe that,” I said. I was chuckling still, shaking my head in disbelief. What a way to lose your virginity.

I got stuck in the laundry room

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Right out of college, my best friend and I decided to rent an apartment together. Our place was fantastic. It had plenty of sunlight, a decent-sized kitchen, and best of all: in-unit laundry. A major upgrade from the days of communal laundry rooms back in school.

It was Saturday morning, and being the responsible adult that I was, I decided to kick off the laundry. I gathered all of our things, then tossed them into the machine along with a detergent pod. It was just like any other laundry day, right up until the moment that I slammed the door shut on my shirt and shorts.

“Fuck,” I muttered to myself. I leaned my hand on the machine, intending to open the door and free myself. And that’s when I accidentally hit ‘start.’

“No no no!” I tried to stop it, but the cycle had already begun. And an unfortunate safety feature meant there was no opening the door for the next hour.

I tried to take my shirt off first, then thought maybe I’d be able to wiggle out of my shorts instead. But with both caught in the machine, there was simply no escape. With a sigh, I decided to call my roommate.

“Carl!” I shouted over the noise of the washing machine. “Carl, come here!”

My roommate stumbled in a minute later, groggy and wide-eyed, having just woken up. “What, Tim? You know, most people actually like to sleep in on the weekend?”

“Sorry,” I replied. “I know, I know. I just needed your help. I’m kind of stuck here.”

He rubbed his eyes, and as he got a better look at me, a grin appeared on his face. “Stuck, are you?”

I groaned. “Yes, Carl. Stuck. Now can you help me out of this death trap?”

He stepped closer, inspecting the clothing caught in the washer door. “I don’t know how you managed that,” he said with a chuckle. “You’re really in there, huh?”

I nodded, rolling my eyes.

“Alright, let me see what I can do,” he said. “It might get a little awkward for a minute.”

“Just do what you need to,” I replied.

Carl grabbed me by the hips and yanked on my body, attempting to free me. My clothes remained clamped in the door, and instead of pulling me free, he ended up pulling himself towards me. His frontside slammed into my ass, pressing me into the machine. I felt his bulge push against me, but I just brushed it off. It was kind of my fault he was up this early anyway. Who was I to complain?

He grunted, then stepped back to take a new approach. This time, I felt his hands slip into my waistband. I gasped slightly at his touch, hoping he hadn’t heard me. “Hold on tight,” he said. Then he gave my shorts a tug, attempting to free me by leaving the clothes behind.

I gripped the machine, my roommate tugging and tugging, until my shorts slipped halfway down my thighs. Underwear along with them.

“Oh shit!” Carl said, letting go and falling to the floor.

I was completely exposed. “Look away!” I shouted. I struggled to pull the shorts back up, but he had somehow managed to slip them down in the door without fully releasing them. The result: a new position, with my bare ass exposed and no way to hide it.

“Damn, those are some nice cheeks,” Carl teased.

“I said look away!” I shouted. This was a mess.

“Do you want help or not?”

“…yes,” I said reluctantly.

“Then I think I’m gonna need some… motivation.”

“What?”

“I’m doing you a favor, you know. I could just leave you here. I have plenty of other things to be doing.”

I looked over my shoulder, noticing the bulge that had pressed into me earlier. Except it wasn’t a bulge. It was a full-on tent.

He turned to go.

“Wait!” I said. “Don’t go! I’ll… help you out.”

His eyes lit up. “Oh yeah?”

I swallowed, then nodded.

“I’ll be right back.” Carl practically ran out of the room, returning a moment later with a small bottle. I looked at him quizzically. “Lube,” he said with a smirk.

My heart started to beat a little faster. “For jacking off, right?”

He laughed. “Yeah, right. My friend’s juicy ass is on full display and he’s stuck, unable to free himself, completely at my mercy… and I’m just gonna jack off.”

“Wait wait wait, what? Hold on a second!”

Carl dropped his shorts, revealing a sizable dick. If I’m being honest, part of me was incredibly turned on by the situation. He squeezed out a generous amount of lube, then lathered himself up. I bit my lip nervously, scared but also excited.

“It’s up to you,” he said. He began to stroke his hard cock, his hand gliding up and down its length. My own dick was standing tall, squished up against the washing machine. “I can just stare at your ass and stroke myself until I finish… or I can fuck you until you’re begging for my cum.”

Deep down, I knew what I wanted. “Fuck me,” I whispered.

He grinned. “Right answer.” Then he stepped up and shoved his cock into me.

Master Tom's final task

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I’d been serving Master Tom for two months now. In that time, I’d learned a lot about myself. I loved being submissive. I loved giving in to his whims, obeying his every command, even to my own humiliation. It was everything to me. I was his.

Seconds after sending my post-practice nude, my phone buzzed again. Excited, I quickly opened it to read his message.

“So sexy, boy,” he wrote.

“Thank you, Sir,” I typed back. A bubble appeared, indicating he was typing. I waited on baited breath, eager for yet another evening of service to him. This one took longer than usual, and so my mind began racing with all the possibilities. What would he have me do tonight?

“You’ve been so good, my little slut. So eager, so obedient. Are you ready to truly give yourself to me?”

Truly give myself to him? What did he mean? Isn’t that exactly what I’ve been doing for the last two months? “What do you mean, Master?” I asked.

“You’re so dedicated. Always obeying without question. But if you really want to show you’re committed to me, I have one final test for you. One last task to prove yourself as my slave. Will you do it?”

“Anything,” I sent immediately. It didn’t matter what it was.

“Mmmm. I knew you showed potential, even on that first day. Good. Here’s what I want you to do…” He went on to detail the task for me. It was much harder than anything I’d done before. I’d be so exposed. Humiliated. Once I did this, there was no turning back. I would truly be his, just as he said.

“Now that you know what I want, I leave it up to you. I won’t blame you if you refuse. But if you refuse, that’ll be the end. You won’t hear from me anymore. If you accept, you’re mine forever. I’ll respect your decision either way.”

“Yes, Master. Thank you.” I sent the message and put my phone down, then began to pace naked in my room. I knew I had to do it. I was nervous. Afraid. Scared out of my mind. But I couldn’t consider the alternative.

The task was to be done at sunrise. Out in the open, on the baseball field. I set my alarm, horny as ever, then sent Tom one final message for the night. “I’ll do it.”

~

The next morning, I woke up extremely early. I didn’t bother showering or picking out an outfit; I simply threw on yesterday’s clothes, grabbed what I needed, and made my way out to the field.

I reached home plate, where I’d already performed several tasks for Tom. I dropped my bag to the ground, unzipped it, then pulled out my things. A dildo and some lube. I shook my head in disbelief, taking a deep breath as I pressed the suction cup base onto home plate. I lathered up the dildo with a generous amount of lube.

With the preparations in place, I moved the bag to the side so it wouldn’t be in the video. Then I propped my phone against the fence behind the plate, opened the camera, and hit record.

The sun was beginning to rise in the distance, lighting up the field. I stepped a few feet back, then faced the camera and began to strip. The last time I was out here, it was pitch-black out. But now, I was removing my clothes in early morning daylight.

“My name is Max,” I said aloud. I removed my shirt and tossed it out of frame. “I belong to a man named Master Tom.” I lifted my left leg and yanked off a shoe, then a sock, throwing both in the same direction as my shirt. I repeated the same with my right foot, my bare feet now touching the dirt.

I took another breath, then continued. “He has asked me to prove my dedication to him.” I bent down and pulled off my pants next. “To show myself to the world, proudly proclaiming myself as his slave.” I swiftly yanked down my underwear, revealing my hard dick.

The morning air was brisk, but the sun’s early rays warmed my skin. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this. I just hoped no one would catch me in the act.

I squatted down, hovering above home plate, then gradually lowered myself onto the dildo. I was no stranger to having things in my ass, and so it easily pushed past my hole and slipped inside. I pushed down further, sliding down its length until I reached the base. I moaned softly, making eye contact with the camera.

Forming a tripod with my hand and both feet, I was able to keep one hand free. With it, I reached for my dick and firmly grasped it. The cool breeze blew over me, reminding me just how exposed I was. The dildo was deep inside me now as I began to stroke myself. At the same time, I lifted my hips and started to fuck myself on home plate. Grinding up and down on the dildo, feeling it run through my ass, opening me up.

“Fuuuck,” I whispered. My hand was still slightly wet from the lube, and it made the stroking feel so much better.

“My body belongs to Master Tom, and this video is for him,” I said out loud. “It’s to let everyone know what I really am. I’m a pathetic whore, a deviant that deserves no privacy. Everyone should know the truth.” My heart raced as I repeated the words Tom had provided.

It felt so good to fuck myself with the dildo. Out in the open, where anyone could see, I was hornier than ever. I was fucking myself, jerking off, completely naked on the baseball field. I loved it.

I started going faster, both riding and stroking. Then faster still. I was moaning like the whore I was, not caring how loud I got. It didn’t matter.

“I’m gonna cum,” I whispered to myself. Then a little louder. “I’m gonna cum!” I shouted.

My dick exploded, hot cum spraying across my chest. I continued riding, fucking the load out of me and imagining the dildo were actually Tom’s cock. I shuddered with pleasure, whimpering as the orgasm came to an end. When I was finished, I was covered in a sticky white mess.

I pulled myself off the dildo, feeling it slip out of my hole. I crawled over to my phone and stopped recording. This was the hardest part.

I was no longer horny anymore. I had just drained my balls, and now I was hit with the cold, hard reality. I held the video in my hands, but I was yet to finish the job. The final piece Tom had asked of me. He wanted me to post this online. Reddit. Twitter. Anywhere I could.

My hands were shaking. I stood up, completely naked, the sun beginning to climb in the sky. I needed to make a decision.

I opened up the apps, one at a time, and queued up my posts. “For Master Tom,” each one was captioned. My dick had gone soft between my legs. I was no longer driven by my distracted, horny mind. This choice was my own. And in that moment, I knew what I wanted. I quickly hit post, going through each app and sealing my fate. Then I messaged my master. “It’s done.”

Frank finally fucked me (2 of 2)

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“Ah!” I gasped. I was on my hands and knees, taking the old man’s cock doggy-style. Losing my virginity to the man who paid my rent, who treated me well, who kept me coming back for more. As his dick entered me for the first time, my mind went blank. All I could do was focus on the new sensations.

“You like taking this old man’s dick, don’t you, Andrew?” Frank asked.

“Yesss,” I moaned.

He continued to shove his hips forward, ever so slowly filling me up. I was shocked at just how big his dick was; it seemed to keep on going, and suddenly I was worried. What had I gotten myself into? I had only used a dildo twice now; I didn’t have any experience here. By no means was I ready to be fucked.

“Nice and easy,” Frank said. He must have sensed my apprehension. He placed a hand on my lower back, rubbing it gently as he let me get used to his size. “Relax, Andrew. You’re too tense.”

I bit my lower lip, nodding. He was right. I needed to relax.

“That’s it. You’re doing great. Take a good look at yourself,” he said.

I turned my head to the side, toward the giant mirror on our right. Frank stood behind me, looking at our reflection, his dick halfway inside me.

“I want you to see your own face when I bottom out inside you. Relax your hole and take every last inch of me. Feel my dick stretching you out. Can you do that for me, Andrew?”

“Yes, Frank. I want to.” The man made me so horny, and I wanted so badly to impress him. Before he could do anything more, I pushed myself back onto his dick.

Just as he asked, I watched my own reaction in the mirror as his dick filled me. My breathing was quick and shallow, my mouth open in disbelief. His cock was insane. I felt it go deeper than I thought was possible, stretching my hole to its limit. The pain was evident on my face, but my desire to please Frank was stronger. With a deep breath, I backed up the rest of the way.

“Fuck!” I grunted.

“You’re sooo tight, Andrew. Your ass feels amazing.”

“Mhm,” I forced out. I could barely think straight with his dick inside me.

“Keep breathing,” Frank said calmly. “You’ll loosen up, I promise.”

How did anyone do this? People bottomed all the time. If this was to be my new life, I needed to buckle down and get used to it. Fast.

“I’m ready for more,” I muttered. I was still grimacing, staring at our connected bodies in the mirror. I could do this.

I sharply inhaled as the old man pulled out. My hole was suddenly empty, twitching involuntarily in response. While I waited on hands and knees, I watched Frank apply even more lube to his dick.

“This will help,” he said. “I want to make your first time memorable. Trust me, you’re going to enjoy this almost as much as I am.” Then he plunged his dick back into me.

“Oh!” I shouted. Suddenly his dick was inside me again. With the added lube, it slid in much more easily than before. In fact, as he drew back and thrust forward again, I found that most of the earlier pain had subsided. Just like when I practiced with the dildo, it was starting to feel good.

Frank thrusted forward once more, ramming into me a little harder. I moaned out as he slammed into me from behind.

“Just so you know, I’m going easy on you,” he said.

Holy fuck. This was considered easy? “Yes, Frank,” I muttered.

He grabbed me by the hips and yanked on my body, pulling me close. His dick punched deep inside while my own dick hung between my legs, soft and pathetic. It was impossible to stay hard when all my mental energy was focused on keeping my composure and taking Frank’s giant cock.

“I know I said it before, but fuck, your ass is tight. You don’t know how badly I wanna breed you, boy.”

I gasped as he thrust into me again, hardly believing that this was just the tip of the iceberg. I was torn. Part of me wanted to take it easy, to take my time with this. I wasn’t ready for all the things he wanted to do to me. But the other half of me wanted so badly to please him. And if that meant destroying my ass, claiming me as his own, then maybe I should let him.

As his dick slid in and out of me, gripped by my virgin hole, I remembered something crucial. I needed to please him today. Not just because this was my first time. No. I needed to impress Frank because today I was going to ask him for more money. With my apartment raising the rent, I wasn’t going to be able to live there with the current amount Frank was paying me. With that in mind, there was only one thing to do.

“Harder,” I whispered.

“What was that, boy?”

“Harder,” I said a little louder.

I could see him grinning in the mirror. I chose correctly. “Are you sure? I don’t know if you’re ready for this, Andrew.”

“I am,” I said. “Please.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” With that, he squeezed firmly on my hips and fucked me for real.

CLAP CLAP CLAP

The sound of his hips meeting my ass filled the room, echoing off the walls. My whole body lurched forward and backward in time with his thrusts. My hole was screaming with pleasure and pain, not knowing which one would dominate. Each pull outward was heavenly; each thrust inward threatened to split me open. He was just so big, it was impossible to keep up. His heavy balls swung underneath, knocking into me over and over again. It was all I could do to watch our reflection as the old man fucked me.

Suddenly Frank shoved me down onto the bed. I collapsed, falling flat on my chest. He didn’t let up, bouncing us both on the mattress as he slammed into me relentlessly. His hands were on either side of me, supporting the weight of his body. He continued to wreck my hole, pounding me harder than ever. I buried my face into the comforter, muffling my moans and screams. The longer it went on, the more I enjoyed it.

“I’m gonna fill your ass, Andrew,” he grunted.

Frank crashed down, burying himself deeper than before, and began to cum. His cock pulsed, surging with cum, painting my insides. I was completely his. For the first time ever, another man’s cum was inside my ass. The man I served. A man more than twice my age, a man I desperately wished to please.

The old man’s thrusts were quick and shallow, riding the wave of his orgasm. His breathing was heavy. When he was finished using my ass, he pulled out and rolled off me, ending up beside me on the bed. His face was red and covered with sweat, and he was grinning. “Incredible,” he said.

My hole ached, still twitching and gaping from the absence of his massive dick. It would take a long time to recover from a thrashing like that. “That was amazing,” I replied. I propped myself up with one arm, facing him. “Uh, Frank?”

“What’s up, boy?”

“I… I need a little more money.” I explained how I found the note outside my apartment, how they were raising the rent significantly and I would need a little more help than before.

“Hmmm,” he said, thinking it over. “That just won’t do.”

“What?” I felt a lump form in my throat.

“No,” he said. “I won’t allow it.”

“But-”

“Let me finish,” he said. “I won’t pay you more just so you can keep living in a lousy apartment… but I think I can offer you something better. Move in with me, Andrew.”

Locked for Life 15 - Getting ready for our bachelor party

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Time really flies when you’re locked and horny. And by that, I mean time drags on excruciatingly slowly. It’s not easy staying locked 24/7, being denied any sort of release. I closed my eyes and thought back to the last time I had cum. Had it really been ten months already? Ten months ago, when Jason proposed to me with a cock cage. He blew me right there on the beach, giving me one of the best orgasms of my life. And then he locked me up.

Revisiting those memories made my dick swell up. Of course, the cage kept it under control, preventing any real erection from occurring. I took a deep breath and exhaled, refocusing on the task at hand. This weekend was our bachelor party, and I was busy packing our bags.

“Hey, babe!” Jason said suddenly. He strolled into the bedroom and playfully slapped my bare ass.

Oh, right. Jason liked to keep me naked these days. It wasn’t a hard rule, but as of late I was nude about nine times out of ten.

“Hello, love,” I replied.

“How’s the packing coming along?” my fiancé asked.

“Just finishing up!” I said. There were two duffel bags on the bed, one for each of us, stuffed with everything we needed for a fun weekend trip. Jason found a lovely cabin to rent for a few days. It was a secluded spot in the woods, perfect for a couple of gay guys to celebrate their engagement. And maybe get a little wild.

“Awesome,” Jason said. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, his hands moving across my body.

“Fuuuck,” I whispered.

His hands squeezed my chest, then traveled down towards my dick. They traced just above it, then around it, then down to my thighs. So close to touching it, yet so far.

“I’m so horny, Jason.”

“I know,” he replied. He spun me around to face him, then pushed me down onto the bed. I fell back, landing between our bags.

“Please fuck me,” I pleaded. I lifted my legs in the air, presenting my ass to my fiancé. My hands were wrapped around my thighs.

“Begging, are we?” Jason smirked, standing there and admiring my naked body. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone, then snapped a picture. It was a compromising pose, perfectly capturing my desperation.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing. Just texting Bobby and Eric about our trip.”

“What?” My heart started racing. “Wait, you didn’t send that, did you?”

“Of course I did! They asked if we were ready for this weekend, so I figured I’d send a quick update.” His phone buzzed in his hand. “Oh! Looks like they responded!”

I immediately felt embarrassed. “What did they say?” I stood and reached for Jason’s phone, but he pulled it out of reach. My fiancé turned away, chuckling as the messages poured in. “Let me see!” I said.

“I’ll let you see,” Jason said deviously. “But first I need you face down on the bed, ass up.”

My dick strained even harder in its cage. I was so. fucking. horny. You have no idea how horny a man can get until he’s been denied release for as long as I have. Without a word, I leaped back onto the bed. I arched my back slightly, with my chest on the mattress, presenting my hole. I didn’t care if he took another picture at this point. I just wanted to be fucked. If I couldn’t cum anymore, I could at least find some pleasure in taking my fiancé’s dick up my ass.

“Mmmm,” Jason said. “Quick to obey. You really are horny.” I listened as he undressed, hearing his clothes hit the floor. I could hear the sound of the lube squirting onto his dick, the noise the bottle made when he placed it on the nightstand. Then he climbed onto the bed. He leaned in close, touching his body to mine. His hard dick pressed between my cheeks. I felt his breath on my neck as he leaned in close and put his lips to my ear. “You get to read these messages while I fuck you,” he said. Then he dropped the phone in front of me.

I reached out and grabbed the phone, eager to see what our friends had said about me. At the same time, Jason slipped his dick inside me.

“Ahhh!” I moaned. Being the designated bottom in our relationship didn’t make it any easier when Jason decided to go in all at once.

“Fuuuuck,” he breathed. He was still on top of me, looking over my shoulder as I held his phone in my hands. “Read those messages, Grant.”

“Yes, Jason,” I whispered. He started slowly thrusting as I began to read.

Holy fuck! Eric said. I’d love to take a turn on his ass.

And that cute little dick, Bobby added. Look at how it’s straining in the cage! How long has it been since he’s cum?

Jason’s cock moved in and out of my hole. As quickly as that initial shock had come, it was replaced with a wonderful pleasure. It felt so good to be filled by him, to feel his cock hitting deep inside me over and over again. It was my only release. I returned my attention to the conversation.

Ten whole months, Jason replied. And the rest of our lives to go.

Fuuuck, dude, Eric said.

You’re really not gonna let him cum? Ever again? Bobby asked.

Never, Jason said.

I was never going to experience an orgasm again. I knew that, but seeing it written out really hit me. “Please cum in me,” I begged.

My fiancé grunted in affirmation. He slammed into me, fucking me much harder now. He was grunting and moaning, bouncing both of our bodies on the bed with each forceful thrust and sweating from the effort. It felt so fucking good.

“Please don’t stop!” I said.

“Keep reading,” Jason forced out between thrusts.

At least you get to cum enough for the both of you! Eric said. And I’m sure all that pent-up desperation must make him super obedient.

You have no idea, Jason sent back.

Yeah? I might need to do something similar for Bobby. Eric said.

Hold on, don’t bring me into this! Bobby texted back.

I was nearly caught up on the messages, and Jason was nearly finished using my ass. “Almost there,” he grunted.

Worth considering ;) Be right back. I’m gonna breed my personal fuck toy, Jason texted.

Send a pic when you’re done! I wanna see that creampie up close! Eric said.

That was the end of the conversation. I felt ashamed. I was the butt of the joke, a pathetic locked sub in a group of free men, each of them laughing at my expense.

My dick tried once more to grow hard. Somehow, despite it all, I was turned on by my predicament. It was such a strange headspace to be in, to be both humiliated and horny for the same reasons. A part of me actually liked all of this.

“Mmmf!” With a final grunt, Jason crashed down and pumped me full of his cum. His cock spasmed and throbbed, each pulse sending another wave of his seed deep inside me.

When he finally finished, he grabbed his phone out of my hands and pushed up off the bed. His cock slipped out, leaving behind a wet and sticky mess of a hole. “What did you think?” he asked.

“Amazing,” I replied. My hole was blissfully humming with the lingering sensation of having just been bred.

“And the messages?” he prodded.

“Also amazing,” I said sheepishly.

“I’m glad. Then I’ll just take one last pic for our friends. Could you spread your cheeks, Grant?”

I happily obliged, grabbing my sweaty asscheeks and pulling them apart. My cum-filled hole was fully exposed. Jason snapped his picture and sent it along to Bobby and Eric. “Can’t wait for our trip!” he said.

Cumming on home plate

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I leaned my phone against the fence once more, then hit record. It was time to put on a show. Moving back in front of the camera, I got down on my knees in the dirt and grabbed my dick. My legs were spread apart, with home plate just in front of me. I started beating my dick furiously, driven by how horny was. The desire to serve far outweighed the voice of reason that said I was crazy to be doing this.

As I stroked myself, balls swinging back and forth, I couldn’t help glancing into the shadows. The light from the flash blinded me, preventing me from seeing further. There could be someone just on the other side of the fence and I’d have no idea. That terrified me. It also turned me on.

Knowing I was probably alone, I focused back on the video. I let out small moans, jerking harder, faster. Gradually getting louder as I got more comfortable. Pumping my dick, building towards the inevitable.

“Ohhh fuuuck,” I grunted, louder still. “I’m soooo fucking hornyyy.” Almost there. My fist was a blur. I stared at home plate, brushed clean of dirt, eyeing my target. Until…

“Fuck!” My dick exploded, ropes of cum spraying onto the plate. Coating it, painting white on white as my body released all its pent up energy. It was intense, breathtaking, causing me to shake. My dick throbbed in my hand, my load still shooting out. As the waves slowed to a dribble, the last few drops poured out and landed in the dirt.

I wiped the sweat from my brow with a sigh, then crawled over to my phone. Send.

I was once again enveloped in darkness. Having just cum, I no longer had the distraction of being turned on. The reality of the situation was horrifying. Had I really just jerked off in the middle of a field? Completely naked, no less?

I grabbed my clothes and quickly got dressed. When I finished, I saw that I had finally received a response from Tom. It was… a video?

I eagerly opened it. The video was of his lower body; he never showed face, despite requiring it of me. He was jerking off. I watched, mesmerized, my jaw wide open. The video was just thirty seconds long, and it was already nearing the end. Then, in the last few seconds, his dick burst and shot his load across his chest.

My phone screen lit up my face as the video ended. I stood there for a moment, shocked, wishing that I was horny enough to fully appreciate this gift.

“Excellent work, slut. A huge reward for a job well done.”

“Thank you so much, Sir,” I sent in reply. I started my walk back to my room, still in disbelief.

“I have one last request for you, if you’re up for it. This one’s optional, though. I won’t hold it against you if you decline.”

My palms were suddenly sweaty. “What is it, Master?”

“Lick up your cum.”

What. the. fuck. My heart was racing again, and for a moment I was stuck in place. What did I do? He said it was optional, but… fuck, I wanted to please him. As I mulled it over, I felt my dick begin to swell in my pants. Well, that answers that I suppose. “Yes, Master,” I replied.

“There’s no reward this time. Just the knowledge that you’re serving me to the fullest.”

“I understand.”

For the final time tonight, I propped up my phone for a video. I didn’t bother stripping again; it was too late for that. Within seconds, I was on my knees in front of the camera. I stared it down, then leaned over and dragged my tongue across home plate. I lapped up my cum, shuddering at the taste, but dedicated to the task. I licked again and again, making sure to get every drop. It was beyond degrading; I felt humiliated and slutty and desperate. When I was done, I was fully hard again.

I stood and stumbled over to my phone, but before I cut off the video, I flipped the camera to show off my work. The plate was completely clean, slightly shiny where I had licked it. Send.

“Mmmm, that’s my whore. You’ve done extremely well tonight.”

“Thank you, Master.” Feeling horny all over again, the taste of cum lingering in my mouth, I walked back to my room.

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Frank finally fucked me (1 of 2)

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Once again, it was Friday. I was kind of nervous; I spent the whole morning preparing, making sure every inch of my body was shaved perfectly smooth. I wanted to impress Frank today. Because today… well, today might be the day I got fucked by the old man.

Frank must have been thinking the same thing. When I showed up at his house, he led me straight to the bedroom. It was my first time seeing this room, and like the rest of his house, it was stunning. Gorgeous floor-to-ceiling curtains hung in front of each window. The bed frame and dressers were a rich, dark wood. The walls were pristine, with beautiful trim everywhere. Most impressive of all, a giant mirror covered an entire wall of the room.

The old man sat down on the bed, leaving me standing in the center of the room. “Welcome to the master bedroom, Andrew.”

“Thank you,” I replied. The tension was thick in the air. We were both fully clothed, though I knew that wouldn’t be true for much longer.

“Ready?” he asked. He didn’t say for what; we both knew.

“Yes,” I said softly.

“Today’s a big day, you know. How about you start by stripping for me?”

I nodded. I’d done this plenty of times by now, yet my nerves were fresh. I undressed as if I were brand-new to this. My hands were shaky and my legs were weak, but I got the job done. The pile of clothes grew, until I was standing naked in front of Frank.

“Mmmm,” he said, eyeing me. Then he twirled his finger in the air. “Spin around.”

“Yes, Frank.” I slowly turned, feeling more exposed than normal. He made me pause halfway, then bend over and spread my cheeks for him. Once he got a good view, he let me finish turning.

“Fuuuck, Andrew. That ass looks perfect.” He rubbed his hand over the front of his pants, clearly turned on. “Why don’t you help me out of these clothes?”

“I’d be happy to.” I got on my knees in front of him, then began removing his clothes for him. I started with his socks; first the left foot, then the right. Next came the pants. At the same time, he took it upon himself to remove his shirt. In a flash, all that remained was his underwear.

“Atta boy,” Frank commented. “Go on, now.”

I reached up and slipped my fingers into his waistband. He grinned, nodding for me to continue. Frank put his hands behind him for support, then lifted his hips slightly. Without any resistance, I was able to gently pull the underwear down. His cock sprang out, not fully hard, but impressive nonetheless.

“Mmmm,” I moaned softly. It was right in front of me. I wanted it so badly, but I didn’t want to do anything without his permission.

“You want to suck it, don’t you, Andrew?”

“Yes,” I said quickly. “So badly.”

“Hmmm… I have other plans for you, but I suppose I need to be hard first. Have at it, boy.”

“Thank you,” I responded. I took his dick in hand and immediately put the head to my mouth. I kissed the tip, then twirled my tongue around it, listening to the subtle gasps and moans up above. Then, gradually, I began to take more and more of him inside me. Not a minute later, I was bobbing up and down on his dick.

Frank’s cock grew in my mouth, getting larger by the second. I stroked him and sucked him, working up and down his increasing length. It wasn’t long until he was fully hard and I was gagging on his huge dick.

Suddenly the old man grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled me off. “That’s enough of that,” he said. “It’s time for the main event.”

Oh fuck. I was so nervous. “Yes, Frank,” I muttered.

“You know what that means, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Then get up here on the bed. We’re going to make this first time memorable.”

He stood, then indicated where he wanted me. I followed his direction, getting onto all fours on the edge of the mattress. I was on hands and knees, my ass hanging out near the edge of the bed. The mirror was to my right, giving us a perfect view of everything.

I heard the snap of the bottle of lube. I watched Frank approach in the mirror, lathering his dick with one hand, the bottle of lube in the other. He squirted even more out, this time moving his hand towards my hole.

“Nice and easy to start,” he whispered.

I gasped as his finger brushed my hole. It felt cool and wet. He pushed it in, ever so gently opening me up. A moan escaped my lips as he pressed further, spreading the lube inside me.

“It feels good,” I said.

He ignored me, sliding his finger further until he couldn’t anymore.

“Ohhh fuuuuck,” I moaned.

As quickly as it had started, his finger was gone. I turned my head to the right and saw that he was stroking his dick, standing directly behind me and staring at my ass. This was it. It was really happening.

“Try to relax, Andrew. This should be fun for both of us.”

“Yes, Frank,” I replied.

He took a step closer, touching the tip of his dick to my hole. Then, ever so gently, he pushed forward and slipped inside me.

Locked for Life 14 - Sucking cock at the nude beach

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“Oh, he’s amazing,” Jason said assuredly. Then he grinned. “Wanna see for yourself?”

God, this was humiliating.

Liam and David eyed each other, both grinning. David leaned in and quietly whispered something to his husband. Then Liam turned back to Jason. “Hell yeah.”

Jason smiled. “Well, Grant? You heard the man. On your knees.”

I looked around. There were dozens of beachgoers, all going about their business. Some nude, others clothed. I nodded, then slowly dropped to my knees in the hot sand. Down below, my dick was fully pressed against the walls of its cage, straining harder than ever.

My jaw dropped as Liam stood. He had to be over six feet tall. He leaned down and kissed his husband, then began to walk over. As he approached, his hard dick swept from side to side, bouncing slightly with each step. Once he reached me, Liam completely towered over me. His huge cock hung directly over my face. “Open up,” he ordered.

Fuck. I swallowed, staring down his monster of a cock. I turned to my fiancé, who nodded for me to proceed. “Okay,” I whispered. I opened wide and stuck out my tongue. In response, Liam placed his balls on it. He dragged them across, pushing his hips forward. Soon his shaft was on my tongue. He took it from base to tip, letting me taste every inch of him.

“Ooooh fuuuuck,” he moaned. He bounced the head on my tongue a few times, teasing me. “Go ahead,” he said. “You can suck it.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I leaned forward, taking his dick into my mouth.

“Ahhh,” Liam sighed.

There were two rivaling emotions battling inside me. Part of me was beyond embarrassed. Here I was, on full display at a nude beach, sucking cock, my caged dick exposed to everyone. Getting whored out to a stranger by my own husband. The other part of me was horny and desperate. Four months without cumming will do that to you. If I couldn’t pleasure myself, I might as well pleasure other men.

I bobbed up and down on his dick, getting it nice and wet. Each pass took him deeper into my mouth. After a solid minute of sucking, I went for the deepthroat.

“Holy fuck!” Liam exclaimed.

His dick slid down my throat, as far as it could go. I held it there for a second, resisting my gag reflex, my nose pressed into his bush.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned. “Suck that cock.” He grabbed my hair and gently pulled on it.

Off to the side, Jason chuckled. “I told you he was good.”

I backed off, letting him slip out, then resumed the blowjob. I continued to bob my head up and down, eagerly slurping and sucking on his giant cock. As I worked, Liam’s husband stepped over for a better view. “Fuuuck, that’s so hot,” David muttered. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him stroking himself.

“Come here, babe,” Liam said. “You gotta get in on this.”

David moved in closer, and suddenly there was a second dick in my face. David was a bit shorter than his husband, and although his dick wasn’t as long, it appeared much thicker. I carried on servicing Liam, stroking him with my left hand and sucking him at the same time. With my right I reached up and grabbed David’s cock, which I also started to stroke.

“Mmmm,” David moaned softly.

“Go on, suck his cock too,” Liam ordered.

A string of saliva was left behind, spanning the gap between my face and Liam’s cock as I turned to work on David. The difference was noticeable; I really had to open wide to get any depth. I started out the same as before: working my way down the shaft, going a bit further each time, lubricating his dick in anticipation of more deepthroating.

“Ahhh, this does feel good,” David commented.

Liam took his dick into his own hands, jerking it in front of my face. Every once in a while he’d slap my cheek or bounce it on my forehead, both incredibly degrading. Jason stood nearby, still wearing his swim trunks. “You wanna join?” Liam asked.

“No thanks,” Jason said. “I’ve got plans for him later; don’t worry about me. You guys just enjoy yourselves.”

My dick twitched in its cage. That meant I was probably getting fucked tonight.

Next, I reached around and put my hands on David’s ass. I pulled myself forward, forcing his fat cock down my throat. I struggled a bit this time, but I pushed through until I once again had my nose pressed against a stranger’s body, his dick in my throat.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” David said. He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed harder, getting a little further inside. He held me there until I finally gagged, then he let me spit his dick out. “Atta boy,” he said, pulling the rest of the way out himself. He wiped his slimy dick across the side of my face, then got back to jerking off. “Now suck my husband’s cock for him.”

I nodded, out of breath, with drool running down my chin. I turned back to Liam, who had his dick aimed at my face and ready to go. As soon as I opened up, he thrust forward and hit the back of my throat.

“Come on, open up,” he said with a hint of frustration. “I know you can do it; you did it before.”

He pulled back, then thrust forward again. This time, I was more prepared. I opened up and let him slide down my throat, managing to take every inch of him.

“Yesss, that’s it,” he grunted. With that established, he started face-fucking me.

Liam’s balls slammed into my chin over and over again. It was all I could do to sit there and take it. On my right, David was furiously beating himself off. I just hoped they were both close to finishing.

Suddenly David spoke up. “I’m gonna bust,” he said. Like an answer to my prayers.

Liam withdrew and took a step back. David stepped closer, pumping his dick, faster, harder, until…

“Oh fuck!”

Cum sprayed out of him like a firehose. I sat there with my mouth wide open, trying to catch it all. Some of it landed in my mouth, but most ended up on my face. Thick, creamy ropes landed on me, one after the other, while I stuck out my tongue, desperate for another taste.

“Fuck yeah, babe.” Liam stepped closer again, also beating himself off. Just as David’s orgasm was winding down, Liam blew his load all over me.

“FUuUUUck!”

He was much more vocal, grunting and huffing as he jerked his load onto my face. Just like his husband, very little of it actually landed in my mouth. A few drops, maybe. I eagerly swallowed, then licked my lips for more. But most of his cum ended up coating my face, with some landing in my hair.

As the guys caught their breath, I took it as my cue to stand. The four of us stood in a small circle: two happy customers, my grinning husband, and me. Glancing around, we’d gained more than a few onlookers.

“So…” Liam started. “We gonna do this again some time?”

Jason smiled. The two of them exchanged numbers, said their goodbyes, and then it was time to make the trek back across the beach - with cum all over my face.

Stripping on the baseball field

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Today was particularly hot. By the time practice was over, my hair was soaked and my clothes clung to my body. I couldn’t wait to take them off. More importantly, I couldn’t wait to serve Master Tom.

I waited for coach to make his final remarks, then rushed back to my room with what little energy I could still muster up. Then, with the door shut behind me, I did the same thing I had done every evening for the last three weeks: I stripped down to nothing, grabbed my phone, and sent a picture to my master. A full-body nude, showing face and all.

He responded right away. “Good boy,” Tom typed back. “Someone’s looking sweaty.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I replied. “Wish you were here to make me sweat even more.”

“Don’t worry. You’ve got your work cut out for you tonight, boy.” Fuck. My dick immediately rose after reading that. He always had some new idea, a crazy task that would push me a little further each time.

“Yes, of course.”

“Good answer. Now, I know this one’s going to be tough for you, but I promise it’ll be worth it. I have a big reward planned if you do things right.”

As I read his text, different scenarios began running through my mind. What was he going to make me do? Cum in my mouth? Ruin my own orgasm? Knowing him, all very real possibilities. Before I could respond, though, I saw that he was typing again. Soon after, a second message came in.

“You told me you play baseball… Tonight I want you back out on that field. Is that clear?”

My heart started pounding in my chest. This was crazy. Just what did he want me to do? Obeying Tom in my room was one thing, but out on the field? In public? That was too much.

I glanced down at my dick. Rock-hard. Desperate for attention. Desperate for the reward my master dangled in front of me. And so I took my dick in hand and posed for another picture. I sent it back with the caption, “Yes, Master” attached.

“Excellent,” he said. “Now get dressed and head out to the field. I want your next picture to be from home plate.”

It took me just a minute to get dressed, then a few more to make it to the baseball field. The sun was beginning to set, and the heat had cooled off to a comfortable temperature. Once I reached home plate, I took a selfie from above with the plate underfoot.

“Mmm, such a good boy. You look cute in that uniform.”

I couldn’t help smiling at that.

“Too bad you’re gonna have to take it off now,” he followed up.

I gulped. “Off?” I asked, mostly to stall.

“Off. And I want a video.”

“Yes, Master.”

I propped my phone against the fence behind home plate, then started a new video. The flash lit me up like a spotlight on a stage, a huge contrast to the increasing darkness around me. This was more than just embarrassing and degrading; it was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. A thrill. Anyone could come out here. Anyone could catch me, and who knows what would happen then? But this was what Master Tom demanded, so this is what I had to do.

I quickly removed my shirt, then my shoes and socks. Everything that came off got tossed into a pile out of frame. My pants came next, and then I was left in nothing but a jockstrap. Fuck, I loved jockstraps. Something about them made me feel so slutty. It was for baseball; it held my cup in place. But it made me so. damn. horny.

I turned around and bent over, spreading my legs and pulling my cheeks apart for Tom. I hoped he would appreciate the added effort. I brought my legs together, still bent over, and dropped the jockstrap to the ground. I kicked it aside, then turned around once more to bare it all in front of the camera. I was completely naked, outside at night, standing on home plate.

I gave my dick a few quick strokes, then ran over to the camera to send the video. I crouched there in the dark, waiting for Tom to watch the video, awaiting his response.

“Fuuuuck, boy. You went above and beyond this time.”

I beamed at that, but then a second buzz came. A photo.

My heart stopped for a second. I opened it, then practically started drooling at the image of Tom’s massive cock in his hand. Huge, hairy, majestic… I could go on and on about the man’s dick. It was mouth-watering. And somehow I earned the right to see it.

“Just a tease of what’s to come,” Tom added.

“Thank you, Sir!” I typed back.

“Don’t thank me yet, boy. I have a bit more planned for you tonight.”

“Anything, Sir.”

“I want you to leave your mark on this field.”

My mark? “I… I don’t understand.”

“Your cum, boy. I want you to cum on home plate.”

Holy fuck. That sounded hot. And scary. “I’ll do it.”

New Schedule

Hi Everyone,

I wanted to share a quick update with you all: I will now be posting new stories here every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday!

Additionally, thanks to everyone who completed the recent poll. I value your feedback, and based on your responses I am planning to create a combination of long stories (10+ parts) and shorter stories (<6 parts). For now, that means updates to the Coffee Shop series every Monday, updates to the Locked for Life series every Friday, and a rotation of shorter series each Wednesday.

Thanks for reading!

Solo session with Frank’s dildo

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The job search was… well, nonexistent. The money from Frank took care of everything. My rent was covered, food was manageable, and there was still a little extra left for fun. And the work itself wasn’t bad. More and more I found myself enjoying those weekly visits to Frank’s house. I might even say I looked forward to them.

A few days after my last visit, I found myself bored, horny, and alone in my own apartment. I considered jacking off, but then I remembered the dildo Frank had given me. The one I rode in front of him. I dug it out, getting excited. He said I would need the practice, after all.

I walked back to my bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of underwear, already growing hard thinking about fucking myself silly. The bedroom door had a mirror hanging on the back of it, perfect for watching myself take some dick. With that in mind, I crouched down and stuck the dildo to the floor. I took a step back, checking myself out in the mirror as I stepped out of my underwear. I turned and bent over, spreading my cheeks and staring at my ass. “Fuuuck,” I whispered to myself.

Next I grabbed the lube Frank had given me. I generously applied it to the dildo, stroking up and down its length. It was far bigger than my dick, though not quite the size of Frank’s.

Once that was done, I squatted down and hovered directly over the dildo. I placed one hand behind me for support, then used the other to guide it toward my hole. I lowered myself down, pushing the head against my asshole, then right on through it.

“Ahh!”

I couldn’t help but moan as it penetrated me. I took a deep breath, then lowered myself further. My greedy hole swallowed as much as it could, but I was still fairly inexperienced in this department. Not even halfway down, I was already pushing it. It was evident on my face; as I glanced towards the mirror, I saw a horny guy struggling to fuck himself.

I could hear Frank’s voice in the back of my mind. “That won’t do,” he would say. “You’ll need to train more.” The implication was clear. Frank had plans, and those plans involved fucking me. Part of me was scared of that thought. Another part was excited.

After rising most of the way off the dildo, I pushed myself back down with more determination. Slowly. Steadily. With effort, I was able to relax my hole as I slid down the dildo. “Fuck, Frank,” I whispered aloud. “Fuck meee.”

Getting a bit more comfortable, I was able to place my second hand on the floor. My palms and feet touched the ground, supporting me. In that position, I was able to start thrusting my hips up and down. I began fucking myself, feeling every inch slide into me and then back out. Expanding and stretching my insides with each pass, a warm feeling building inside.

I imagined what it would be like getting fucked by Frank. I’d been with him for about a month now, and in that time I’d done plenty of odd sexual favors for him. I’d sucked his dick, stripped and jacked off in front of him, and most recently ridden this dildo. Somehow getting fucked was different though.

Frank was going to take my virginity.

I slammed my ass to the ground and moaned loudly. The warmup was done; it was time to pick up the pace. Staring in the mirror, I thrust my hips up and down, grinding against the dildo stuck to the floor. My own dick was rock-hard, but it flailed wildly as I fucked myself. Each thrust upward caused it to swing up and slap into my stomach, the noise filling the room.

I watched it all in the mirror: My dick slapping into me. The dildo disappearing inside me with every thrust. The expression on my face, a mix of pleasure, exertion, and struggle. I kept on going, knowing that taking Frank’s cock would be much harder than this. I imagined all the possible positions he could fuck me in, wondering which one he’d use for my first time.

My dick was beginning to leak. Precum oozed out of me, sticking to my stomach and legs as my dick continued to swing back and forth. I propped myself on one arm, forming a tripod with my legs, then reached out and grabbed my dick. Fuck, it all felt so good.

I was jerking off and getting railed all at once. Staring at myself in the mirror, working towards that sweet, sweet release. Putting in the time to practice, to train my hole like Frank asked. I’d only just started stroking, but I could already feel myself getting close. Just a little more.

Closer.

Closer.

“Ahhh!”

With a loud grunt, I hopped off the dildo as my dick exploded. It sprayed everywhere. Cum shot onto my stomach, coating my chest and even hitting me in the face. I sat on the floor, jerking my dick and milking out every last drop of cum, and with it, every last ounce of pleasure from an intense orgasm.

I laid flat on the floor, covered in cum and gasping for air. Fuck, that was incredible. As I was coming back down and getting my breathing under control, I heard a knock at the front door. Who could that be?

“Coming!” I shouted.

I quickly cleaned up, then threw on some clothes. But by the time I got to the door, they were gone. Standing there in the doorway, I saw they had left a note. I bent down and picked it up, then unfolded the paper to read it.

“Attention tenants: Effective immediately, we are enforcing a rent increase of $300 per month.”

Locked for Life 13 - Humiliated at the nude beach

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Four months in. Four months of being caged, without ever getting hard, without ever cumming. To say I was horny would be an understatement.

On the bright side, we finally chose a date for our wedding! It was officially a year out, and we had spent the last few days preparing and sending the invitations. With that finished, Jason decided it would be fun to celebrate with a day at the beach. What I didn’t realize, though, was that he was taking me to a clothing-optional beach.

As we pulled into the parking lot, the signs gave it away. “Caution: Nude Beach Ahead. You may find naked sunbathers beyond this point.” My jaw dropped. “Why are we at a nude beach?” I asked.

Jason smirked. He finished parking the car, then looked over at me in the passenger seat. “It’s my treat to you,” he said. He opened the door and hopped out, so I followed him around to the back of the car to grab our things.

In the trunk was our beach bag, along with a cooler filled with drinks and food for later. “A treat?” I asked. “How so?”

My fiancé laughed at me. “Because I get to show you off to everyone here!” He heaved the cooler out of the car and placed it on the ground. “Now go on, strip out of your clothes. You’re leaving them in the trunk.”

“Jason!” I exclaimed. “You can’t be serious!”

He reached in and grabbed the beach bag, putting the straps over his shoulder. “Come on, hurry up. I want to get a good spot.”

I stared at him a moment longer, then exhaled softly. “Okay,” I whispered. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it in the trunk. I glanced back one last time, then dropped my swim trunks to the ground. Fortunately, no one else was in the parking lot at the moment. I bent over and grabbed them, then threw them in the back of the car and slammed the trunk closed. “There. Happy?”

“You look great,” he said cheerfully.

The walk to the beach was exhilarating. I wasn’t used to feeling so exposed, with a cool breeze touching places that usually never see the sun. I was in charge of carrying the cooler, and I held it in front of me to hide my caged dick. Being naked in public was embarrassing enough; I wanted to hide the fact that I was locked for as long as I could.

“This should be far enough,” my fiancé said after we walked a few minutes down the beach. The two of us dropped our things and began to set up camp. “This is nice, isn’t it?”

It’s worth mentioning that Jason was fully clothed. And I don’t mean “wearing a bathing suit” kind of clothed. I mean that he was wearing a swimsuit, water shirt, beach hat, and sunglasses. Meanwhile, I was completely naked. “Yes,” I said sheepishly.

“Oh, come on. Cheer up!” he said enthusiastically. “This is supposed to be fun!”

I felt humiliated, though I had to admit it was a bit exciting.

“I know what will make you feel better.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Why don’t we walk along the beach? Maybe say hi to some new faces?”

My hands immediately went to my crotch. “You wouldn’t,” I said.

“Oh, I would. And remove your hands, Grant. I don’t want you hiding that cute little dick. Now let’s go.” Jason set off and I reluctantly followed. Unfortunately, we didn’t get very far before he struck up a conversation with some nude beachgoers. A gay couple, from the looks of it. Both tan and muscled, both decently well-hung.

“Nice cage!” the taller one commented.

“Yeah, love that for you,” said the other. “How long have you been wearing that thing?”

“Oh, uh, thanks,” I said. My face was immediately flushed. Gosh, this was so humiliating. “Four months,” I muttered.

“What?”

“Four months!” Jason said proudly. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, a subtle way to show who was in charge. The message was clear enough: Jason owned my cock.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” the tall one replied. “I’m Liam, by the way. This is my husband, David.” David smiled and waved to us at the mention of his name.

“Nice to meet you both! I’m Jason. This here is my fiancé, Grant.”

“Still can’t quite wrap my head around four months,” David said. He shook his head in disbelief. “Do you ever milk him in the cage?”

“Never,” my fiancé replied. “Four months dry, without a single orgasm. I like to think it keeps him motivated. And I’d say he’s turned into quite the cock-sucker ever since I locked him up. Right, babe?”

My cheeks were pink before, but now they were bright red. I nodded, causing both of our new friends to laugh at me. Worse, I felt my dick beginning to enlarge, pressing against the walls of the cage.

“Look, he’s trying to get hard!” Liam pointed out.

“Aw, poor guy,” David said. There was a hint of teasing in his voice.

“Quite the cock-sucker, you said? Just how good is he?” Liam asked. Both him and his partner were beginning to get hard as they made fun of my caged cock.

“Oh, he’s amazing,” Jason said assuredly. Then he grinned. “Wanna see for yourself?”