Slumbering Toad

My balls ache for Master Tom

Everyone in this story is 18+.

It was astonishing how quickly he broke me. In just a few days, I was following orders like I had done it all my life. It simply became part of my routine. When I woke up, the first thing I did was take a nude for Master. Full body, including face. After that, I’d carry on with my day.

The rest of the day was typically uneventful. It wasn’t until I got back from practice in the evening that things really picked up. Then it was time to serve. Upon returning to my room, I was ordered to strip and send another nude. It was a sort of check-in, letting Master know I was ready for him. And so, sweaty and exhausted after another hard practice, I locked the door to my room and began to strip.

I really enjoyed being Tom’s boy. It made me hot and bothered in a way I couldn’t quite describe. I craved that feeling, and I looked forward to serving him every evening. In the last couple days, he had already forced me to shave my pubes, ass, and armpits. “A good boy doesn’t have body hair,” he had said. My sweaty dick was already growing hard as I got ready to take the picture. I propped my phone up on my desk, set a timer, then got into position. On my knees, hands behind my head, baring it all for him.

Tom responded almost immediately. “Looking gorgeous, boy. Love that smooth body.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I replied.

“Spread those cheeks for me.”

I did exactly that, turning around and pulling my asscheeks apart for another photo. Discovering the timer function was huge for me; I was able to take all kinds of photos now that I didn’t need to be holding my phone the whole time. After a few seconds, I crawled back over to check the shot. Satisfied with it, I sent it to Tom.

“Fuuuck, boy. I wanna pound that ass of yours.”

“Mmmm. I wish you were here, Sir.”

“Today we’re gonna try something different. It’s gonna be tough, but if you do well then I’ll let you see Master’s big cock. Understood?”

Oh fuck. Another thing I’d come to learn recently is that pictures of Master Tom’s cock were few and far between. I was cheap and pathetic; my nudes were a dime a dozen, all meant to satisfy him. His nudes, on the other hand… they were a scarce resource. A reward for going above and beyond, not for doing the minimum. I had only seen his dick twice so far, and I’d do just about anything for more.

“Yes, Master, absolutely,” I said.

“Good. Don’t worry, we’ll start off easy. Record a video for me. I want to see you slap your balls. Just give them a nice tap for me, that’s all. You can do that for me, right, boy?”

“Yes, of course.” I could see where this was going. I propped up the phone once more, then started a video. Back in position on my knees, I spread my legs slightly and looked directly at the camera. I took a deep breath, then struck myself in the balls. “Fuck!” I yelped. I crawled back over and quickly sent the video.

“Mmmmm. Love seeing you wince like that. How does it feel?”

“It hurts, Sir.” The pain was already beginning to fade, though, and a second later I was fine.

“Good. Don’t worry, I won’t make you do anything I don’t think you can handle. Ready for more?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said.

“Let’s see five more spanks, then. And make sure to do it harder this time. I don’t want to see you skimping out like that last video.”

This was insane. I was spanking myself in the nuts for a total stranger. And worse, I was kind of liking it. So I set up my phone once more, hit record, and set to it. I spread my legs wide, leaving my nuts hanging in perfect view. Then I swatted them. Hard.

“Ow!” I shouted. Then I hit them again. And again. I did my best to maintain eye contact with the camera as I continued slapping myself. But after the fifth strike, I doubled over in pain. Then again, despite the pain (or perhaps because of it), I was still rock-hard.

“Ohhh fuck,” Tom replied. “You really are a dirty little whore. You’ll do anything I say, won’t you?”

My dick throbbed as I read his message. “Yes, Sir.” I was dripping precum like a leaky faucet.

“You must want to cum so badly. Am I right?”

I squeezed my dick, watching the precum ooze out. I snapped a pic as it ran down the tip, then sent it to Tom.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you cum soon. I just need you to do one more thing for me.”

“What is it, Master?” I asked.

“You said you play baseball, right?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied.

“I want you to tie your cleats so that they’re hanging from your balls. Do that for me, then I might let you cum.”

Fuck, that sounded hot. Given how horny I was, anything he told me to do would sound hot to me. I immediately scrambled to my duffel bag and dug out my cleats. I grabbed one shoe and eagerly untied the laces, then wrapped them around my sac and tied them back together. Then I untied the second shoe and attached the strings to the first one.

The weight pulled down on my balls once I stood. It wasn’t painful; it was more of a constant pressure, yanking on them and stretching my scrotum out. I snapped a new pic, face and all, and sent it back to Master.

It took him longer than usual to respond. I was getting antsy, waiting around with a pair of cleats tied to my balls, when my phone finally buzzed.

It was a picture. My reward. I quickly opened it to see an incredible shot of Tom’s cock. Massive. Hairy. Fully hard. The caption read, “Go ahead and cum for me, boy.” I stared at the photo until the timer ran out, practically drooling over it.

Once the photo faded, I leaned my phone against a book on my desk and started a new video. I began furiously jacking off, stroking my cock and causing the heavy shoes to swing back and forth between my legs. It only took a minute for me to get close.

“Fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna- ah!” I shouted out as my cock exploded, spraying cum across the floor. My balls ached as my dick continued to throb, shooting the rest of my load. Easily in the top five orgasms of my life.

Without hesitating, I stumbled over to my phone and hit send. My boner was starting to fade, but the cleats still hung from my aching balls. I was beginning to love this new arrangement.

My flight was delayed so I fucked the flight attendant

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I sat at my gate, staring at my phone and watching the minutes go by. The flight was already delayed half an hour, and the plane wasn’t even here yet. The only thing that kept me going was the cute flight attendant sitting across from me.

He was young, with a clean shave and dark, shoulder-length hair that framed his face. He was pretty tall from the looks of it, though the chair made it hard to discern his true height.

He glanced my way, making that the third time we made eye contact in the last ten minutes. Fuck it; it’s not like I had anything better to do. I pushed out of my seat, collected my things, and made my way over.

“Is this seat taken?” I asked.

“Depends,” he said. “Who’s asking?”

I grinned back. “Me,” I said, sitting down right next to him. As I did, another announcement came over the loudspeaker.

“Attention passengers: The incoming plane for this flight has been diverted to another airport. We are searching for a different plane, and we will provide you with more information soon.”

“Great,” the flight attendant said. He put his hands to his forehead and ran them through his hair.

“That doesn’t sound good,” I said.

We continued chatting, mostly small talk, as the flight kept getting pushed back. The two of us really hit it off, and there was definitely a bit of flirting sprinkled throughout our conversation. After literal hours of waiting, the gate agent delivered the final announcement of the night.

“Attention passengers: tonight’s flight has been cancelled. We will put you all onto tomorrow’s flight at no extra charge. For now, please speak with the customer service desk to receive a hotel voucher for the night. I apologize for the inconvenience.”

The reaction was mixed. There were groans, a few shouts, and a couple of clever people who sprinted off to be first in line for the hotel vouchers.

I turned to my new friend, who didn’t seem to budge. “What’s the plan?” I asked.

He bit his lip, contemplative. “If you don’t go now, it’ll be hours before you get a room.”

It looked like he was going to say more, so I waited.

“But the flight attendants will all be taken care of. So… you could crash with me… if you want?” He looked me in the eyes, then quickly diverted his gaze towards the floor.

A smile creeped across my face. “I’d love to.”

The hotel room was quite nice. Far nicer than I imagine the rest of the passengers received. As we began to settle in, my mind raced through the different options. I didn’t know what my approach would be yet, but my goal was certain: I was going to fuck this boy like there was no tomorrow.

“So,” he began. His name was Brett. I’d learned that and plenty more over the several hours spent waiting for a plane that never showed up.

“So,” I said back. He appeared nervous. Excited, maybe? What would be the best course of action?

“There’s only one bed,” he commented.

“Yeah,” I replied. Hell, I was kind of nervous too. We both stood there awkwardly, both too scared to make the first move. “Do you normally offer to share a room with passengers like this?”

“Just the cute ones,” he said. That was smooth, I’ll give him that.

My heart was beating a little faster now. But where did we go from here? We were both dancing around the edge. Testing the waters before diving in.

“That uniform looks stuffy,” I said.

“Oh, it is. Usually I would have taken it off by now,” he flirted back.

Fuuuck. We were so close. “Well… don’t let me stop you.”

“Oh? And are you gonna look away while I change?”

Here it was. “I was sort of hoping you wouldn’t put anything else on.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

I nodded.

“Well, then I guess I better get out of these clothes.”

He began by unbuttoning his shirt. Every move he made was slow, sensual, and precise. When the last button was done, he slipped out of the shirt and tossed it directly at me.

I caught it and placed it on my lap. Partially for the fun of it, partially to hide my dick swelling in my pants.

Next he removed his undershirt, followed by his shoes and socks. His fingers moved quickly now, the excitement and the nerves building like a growing wave. He undid his belt, then the front of his pants. Brett flashed a smile, then winked before dropping his pants to the floor.

My eyes were glued to his body. Toned - not overly muscular - and smooth. Not a lick of chest hair. I wondered if he kept downstairs the same.

I caught my breath as he placed his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear. He stared back, then a grin appeared on his face. “That should do it,” he said. Then he plopped down on the bed next to me.

Fuuuuck. What a tease. I was getting hornier by the second. “That’s it?” I asked.

He chuckled. “What, you thought I was gonna get naked? A bit presumptive, no?”

“And what am I supposed to do about this?” I asked. I moved his uniform shirt aside, revealing the huge bulge I had been hiding.

His eyes went wide, his mouth opened slightly with an eager, devious look.

“You better get to work before I complain to customer service,” I said. I loved this back-and-forth volleying we had going on.

Brett eagerly assumed the role. “What can I do for you, sir?” he asked.

I looked from him to my bulge, then back to him. “I think you know.”

“Of course, of course. Let me sort that out for you.”

Brett fell to his knees, wearing nothing but a tight-fitting pair of underwear. His hands flew to the front of my pants, undoing the button and zipper with expert finesse. I lifted my hips and allowed him to pull down my pants and underwear, my dick springing out at full mast.

“Fuuuck,” he whispered under his breath.

“Go on,” I said expectantly.

He grabbed my dick with one hand and gently stroked it. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked my balls.

“Ahhh,” I sighed. “That’s it, just like that.”

Encouraged by the praise, Brett redoubled his efforts. He licked my balls once more, dragging his tongue across them, up the underside of my cock, coming up and over the tip before taking me into his mouth.

“Fuuuck,” I moaned. I took my shirt off while he sucked my dick. I was fully naked now, with the cute flight attendant on his knees before me. I ran my hands through his long hair, grabbing on gently, enjoying the blowjob.

I let him go on like that for a few minutes. Eventually, I pulled on his hair, taking him away from my dick.

“What’s up?” he asked. “Was that good?”

“It was great. But I need something else now.”

He looked up at me from his spot on the ground. “And what might that be?”

“I think you know.”

Brett smiled, then stood and took a step back. He turned around, bent over slightly, and dropped his underwear to the floor.

“Mmm,” I said, taking in the view. “You’ve got a nice ass.”

“Thanks,” he replied, turning back around.

“Get over here,” I ordered. I tapped my hand on the bed, indicating where I wanted him. He jumped on the mattress, on his back with his legs up and his ass hanging over the edge. I spit in my hand, then rubbed it on his smooth hole. My dick was already wet from the blowjob, ready to slip in. “Ready?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

I pressed forward, his hole gripping my dick tightly as it slipped in.

“Ahhh,” Brett moaned. “It’s been a minute since I’ve been fucked.”

“I’ll be sure to make it memorable then.” I continued to push until I bottomed out deep inside him, watching his face as he struggled to relax and take every inch of me.

“Fuuuck, you’re big,” he said.

I grinned. His hole felt so good; it was warm and wet, and it felt nice and tight around my dick. I slowly pulled back, taking my dick most of the way out of him, then thrust my hips forward once more. Best to start out slow, then work my way up from there. He’d be wrecked by the end either way; might as well take it easy up front.

“Ohhh,” Brett said as I thrust into him again. I gave him long and steady strokes. Not too fast, at least not yet. Let him get used to it first.

“You like that?” I asked as I thrust forward once more.

“Yesss,” he moaned. He was totally into it, and I wondered if perhaps I was overthinking my approach. Brett seemed like a pro at this. A complete whore of a flight attendant who probably bottomed for guys in every city across the country, maybe across the globe. And if that was the case, I’d be happy to show him what a real man could do.

I grabbed him around the thighs and pulled him into me, shoving my hips forward and slamming into his ass. I smirked as I witnessed the look of shock on his face; he clearly wasn’t expecting this kind of a pounding. The teasing and flirting and toying with each other was over. Now it was purely primal.

With my hands wrapped under his thighs, I lifted Brett off the bed. His ass was in the air, his weight resting on his shoulders. He looked back at me, a mix of pleasure and pain on his face as he took my cock over and over again. I rammed into his hole, punching into him with relentless force. The sound of our bodies meeting blended with Brett’s moans, my own grunts, and the squeaking of the mattress. Together they formed a cacophony of sex in the hotel room.

“Harder,” he managed to force out between the moans.

“Harder?” Fuck, this boy really wanted it. “You asked for it.”

I picked up the pace even further, until he was practically screaming with pleasure. His moans turned to high-pitched squeals, his ass sloppy and loose at this point. Sweat beaded my forehead as I pounded his hole, thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out. Breathing heavy, red in the face, fucking my flight attendant like he deserved to be fucked. Through all the effort, I could feel myself getting close.

“Don’t stop,” he pleaded. He was furiously jacking off.

I continued to fuck him, reading the emotion on his face. He was nearly there. Both of us racing to the end, fucking and sweating and breathing and moaning and… and…

“I’m gonna cum!” he shouted.

Brett’s cock exploded, spouting cum all over his chest and stomach. I pulled out just in time, then grabbed my cock and jerked myself the rest of the way. My own cum sprayed over his body, mixing with his own, covering him in a hot, sticky mess.

“Holy shit,” Brett said once we finished. He was gasping for air, his face flushed, smiling from ear to ear. “That was insane.”

I laughed, then collapsed next to him on the bed. “Your ass is incredible.”

“Fuck,” he sighed.

I moved closer and kissed him on the cheek. Then I leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I wish delayed flights always ended up like this.”

He smiled, then pulled me in for a kiss.

I put on a show for Frank

Everyone in this story is 18+

I sat on Frank’s floor, a dildo buried deep in my ass. He remained on the couch, fully clothed but clearly very horny. He continued to rub his hand back and forth over his crotch, and by now I could clearly see the outline of his hard cock.

“Well?” Frank asked.

“Sorry, sir,” I replied. I had zoned out for a moment, having bottomed out on the dildo for the first time. It felt so strange to have something that big inside me.

I bit my bottom lip as I raised my ass off the floor. The dildo slid most of the way out of my hole, then I lowered my hips back down onto it. Up and down. Slowly. The dildo gradually opened me up, each pass a little easier than the last. After a few more strokes, the struggle was essentially gone. In its place was a pleasure I hadn’t known before.

“Atta boy,” Frank said from the couch. “Just like that, Andrew.”

I whimpered softly, making eye contact with him as I gyrated my hips on the dildo. Up and down. Over and over. My hands and feet on the floor, using my core to ride it.

My dick hung limply between my legs. It flipped from side to side, flopping up with each thrust, then falling down as I slid back onto the dildo. I was actually really turned on, but it took all my concentration to keep riding. So I remained soft, despite how incredibly horny I had become.

Over on the couch, Frank began to undo his pants. I continued grinding on the dildo, moaning softly each time I passed over it. He shifted in his seat, lifting his hips upward to shimmy out of his pants and underwear. He kicked the pants off from around his ankles, sitting back onto the cushion with his bare ass. He had his hand wrapped around his hard cock now, ever so gently stroking it.

“A little faster, boy. I wanna see what you can do.”

“Mmm,” I moaned as the fake dick filled me once again. “Yes, Frank,” I muttered.

From there, I picked up the pace. My hole was wet and loose now, so it was much easier to take the dildo. I was able to go faster, rising and falling, lifting myself up and then slamming back down with force. My moans became louder, my breathing heavier. My dick flailed wildly, slapping into my stomach on each upward stroke.

“Fuuuck. You’re an obedient little slut, aren’t you?” The old man stood and approached until he was standing right over me.

“Y-yes,” I panted. I was beginning to sweat from the effort.

I had learned a lot about myself in these last few visits with Frank. For one, I was pretty sure I was gay. It felt weird to admit that, but it was the truth. No straight man would subject themself to the things I had done these last few weeks. In the beginning I argued it was all about the money. And yes, that was part of it. But looking inward, I think I really enjoyed working for Frank. I liked being forced outside my comfort zone for his entertainment. For his pleasure.

“Think you can go even faster, boy?”

“Definitely,” I said eagerly. But now I had to deliver on that promise.

The old man stood right next to me. He towered over my naked body, jerking his thick cock while I rode. I stared up at him, admiring those heavy balls, watching as they swung back and forth while he jerked off over me.

I slammed my ass down to the floor, gasping as I took the entire thing at once. Then I lifted myself up and did it again. And again. I was like a machine, bouncing in place for Frank’s pleasure… and my own as well. Harder and faster I rode, my moans getting louder and more frequent by the second.

“Oh fuck, Andrew. Keep that up. I’m getting close, boy.” Frank’s hand was a blur. He beat his cock furiously, and it was clear that he was planning to cum all over me.

“Fuck, Frank!” I yelled.

When you’re jacking off, there’s a clear end in sight. You can feel the edge approaching. You can work up to that sweet release, feel it building inside you, then let it come out all at once. Riding a dildo wasn’t like that. It felt amazing, but there was no clear goal for me. I just kept going and going and going, destroying my ass and putting on a show.

“Just. a. little. More.” Frank tensed up, ready to blow.

“Cum on me, Frank!”

“Agh!”

He yelled out as his cock exploded. Cum burst from him, landing directly on my stomach.

“Ohhhh fuuuckkkk,” Frank moaned. He jerked his cock as the cum poured out, spraying wildly. More ropes hit my chest, a few drops hit my face, and some landed on my soft dick. He continued grunting and moaning, riding out the wave. All the while I carried out my task, riding like there was no tomorrow.

When he was finally finished, I slipped the dildo out of my ass and collapsed onto the floor. Exasperated and out of breath, I turned my head and looked up at him. “That was incredible,” I said.

He smirked. “You did well.” Then he walked over and collapsed back onto the couch. “Why don’t you take that thing with you?”

“What?”

“The dildo. Take it home, it’s all yours. You should get some more practice with it… You’re gonna need it.”

Locked for Life 12 - A quickie before work

Everyone in this story is 18+.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pull your cheeks apart.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cum in me,” I pleaded.

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

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

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

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

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

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Hello everyone! You may have noticed that I took a bit of a break recently. First off, I apologize for the hiatus. I really appreciate all of your support, and I want to let you know that I'm back and I'm not going anywhere.

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~Slumbering Toad

Following orders from an online master

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His name was Tom. He was hung, handsome, and oh so dominant. He was in his mid-thirties when we started talking. I, on the other hand, was only 19. I was a horny twink who would do anything to get off. But once I started talking to Tom, my focus shifted: I’d do anything to get him off.

It all began on a spring afternoon. I had just returned from baseball practice and I was hot, sweaty, and hornier than ever. The plan was to lock myself in my room and rub one out, but this wasn’t going to be a quick one. I wanted to goon out for a few hours at least.

I sat there on my bed, one hand in my pants and the other on my phone. My sweaty dick was already swelling up while I searched for a good video to watch. But the longer I scrolled, the more I realized that nothing called out to me. At that moment, I didn’t want to watch some random porn video. I wanted more.

That’s when I had the idea.

Letting my horny brain take the wheel, I created a new profile on Reddit. After a minute of searching, I found exactly what I was looking for: a page dedicated to chatting, hookups, and all kinds of sexual interactions. Without hesitation, I drafted my first post.

“19M. Gay twink. Horny as hell and ready to take orders.” Submit. And now we wait.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long to get the first bite. Within minutes, I received a notification for a new chat.

“Hey,” the message read. I saw that he was typing again, then a second message appeared. “35M.”

My heart began to beat a little faster. 35? I was only 19. That was a big difference. Feeling nervous, I began to type something back. But before I could finish, a third message popped up.

“Add me on snap,” he wrote, followed by his username.

“Okay,” I replied. My dick was already hard. I was honestly pretty excited; I’d never done something like this before, but it felt like it was going to be good. I quickly switched over to snap and added him, then sent a picture of my crotch. My hand was still in my pants, but the picture was otherwise pretty tame.

“Take those pants off, boy,” he responded.

Whoah. He was a lot more direct than I thought he’d be. I was taken aback, but I did as he said. I dropped my phone on the bed and stood up, took off my pants, then plopped back down. I was still a little shy, so I decided to cover my dick with one hand for the next pic. Besides, guys like a bit of a tease, don’t they?

“Don’t hide, boy,” he wrote back. “Show me everything. Face too.”

Face? Showing my dick was one thing, but I couldn’t show my face. “I’m not sure I can do that,” I sent.

“You said you were ‘ready to take orders,’ did you not?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir. From now on, you will address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master,’ understood? Now do as I say before I move on and find someone who will.”

Holy fuck. He was stern. Sending a picture with my face in it though… that was a lot. I’d be losing my anonymity. And what if he saved it? There would be a nude picture of me out there forever. That was the moment I should have blocked him and never looked back. But the way he spoke, so demanding… it was also really hot. Like really, really hot.

“Yes, Master,” I typed out. “I’ll do as you say. But can you promise not to take a screenshot?”

“Of course,” he replied. “We’ll work up to that in time, but for now I won’t. Promise.”

“Okay,” I said. I removed my shirt, now sitting fully naked on my bed. My hands were a bit shaky, so I took a deep breath. I held my phone out, arm stretched at full length, and took a nude selfie. I took a second to look at the photo, feeling crazy for what I was about to do. My dick was rock-hard in it, and my face was completely in frame. It was honestly a pretty hot picture, just not the kind you typically send to a stranger you met online. Before I could second guess myself, I hit send.

“Mmmm. Good job, boy. Cute face, sexy body, and obedient too... You’ll make a fine slave.”

My cheeks suddenly felt hot. Did I want to be his slave? That sounded extreme. But I was enjoying the praise. And I liked how he called me ‘boy.’ “Thank you, Sir,” I said. I was so incredibly horny. In just a few minutes of interacting with him, I already felt way more excitement than I would have gotten from just watching some guys fuck on my phone. “Can I ask your name?”

“You’re welcome, slut. It’s Tom,” he replied.

Fuuuuck. First ‘boy,’ and now ‘slut.’ I was quickly becoming addicted. “Thank you, Master Tom. May I please see your dick too?”

He sent back a picture of his bulge, contained nicely in a tight pair of boxer briefs. “This is all you get for now. A slave doesn’t just get rewards, he needs to work for them. And if you really impress me, I might just let you see my cock. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now let’s discuss getting rid of that uncomely bush of yours…”

I rode a dildo for Frank

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Today was Friday, and that meant another trip to Frank’s place. After the date gone wrong - and a bit of self-discovery - I was excited to see what he had in store.

After letting me inside, Frank had me strip in the kitchen. I was no stranger to being naked in front of him at this point. It was far less humiliating now compared to the first few times.

“Spread your legs a bit,” he ordered. “Arms out to the sides.”

He had me hold the position as he inspected every inch of my body. He circled me, occasionally leaning in and brushing his hand across my skin. After a minute, he stepped back and smiled. “Excellent work, Andrew. Completely smooth, as expected.”

“Thanks, Frank,” I replied. I couldn’t help but smile back.

He rubbed his chin, as if considering something. “I’m pleased to see you followed my instructions. If you hadn’t… well, that’s a story for another time. Come!” He walked off towards the living room, not waiting to see if I was following.

What could he have meant by that? Oh well. I’d have to think about that later. I quickly followed, chasing after Frank.

When I entered the living room, I saw that the carpet in front of the couch had been rolled up and set off to the side. In its place, fixed to the hardwood floor, was a dildo.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“Your assignment for today,” he replied.

“My…” I looked to Frank, then the dildo, then back at Frank.

“Go on,” he said, gesturing toward the dildo. He walked past me, sat on the couch, and placed his arms behind his head. Then he smiled, waiting for me to proceed.

I approached the dildo, anxious but eager to impress Frank. How to begin?

He left a bottle of lube on the floor next to the dildo. I gingerly squatted down like a frog beside it, my dick bouncing as I did. I’d never used lube before. I opened the cap and squeezed some on my finger, then put the bottle back on the floor. I glanced back at Frank, who nodded encouragingly, then I reached behind and gently pressed my finger to my hole.

I gasped lightly. It slipped in so easily! This was way better than the spit I had used to finger myself yesterday. I slid my finger in and out a few times, enjoying the sensation, before moving on to the real task.

The dildo.

It wasn’t extraordinarily large. It’s just that the only thing that’s ever been inside my ass was a finger. Staring down this dick, it was far bigger than I’d taken before.

I grabbed the lube, cap still removed, and squirted a bunch into my hand. I had no idea how much was necessary, but I figured too much would be far preferable to not enough. I grabbed the fake dick and lathered it up, stroking it like I would stroke a real one. After a few motions, the whole thing was covered in the slick, wet liquid.

“Atta boy, Andrew. Now go ahead and lower yourself onto it for me.” Frank watched on from his seat on the couch, still fully clothed. Somehow that was more embarrassing. It felt less like I was serving him, and more like this was a show.

I swallowed, still in my squatting position, then moved so my ass was just above the tip. Here goes nothing.

“Oh!” I moaned with surprise. The head felt way bigger than it looked. It slipped right in, but I could feel it stretching me out, opening my hole far wider than I was used to.

“Good boy,” Frank said. He lowered one hand and began rubbing his crotch through the outside of his pants.

Not wanting to disappoint, I pushed further despite my hole’s protests. Unfortunately, I only got about halfway down before I had to come up again. I gasped as the dildo left me.

Touching a finger to my hole again, it was already far looser than before. I just needed to ease into it. That was all. I stroked the dildo to redistribute the lube, then tried again.

“Ah! Fuck, oh fuck…” I moaned. Every inch was a battle. A battle I intended to win. The dick slid inside me, stretching me wide, pushing my limits. I locked eyes with Frank, then forced my ass to the ground. “Fuck!”

“Good boy,” he said. There was a huge smile on his face. I think I actually impressed him!

My asscheeks were literally touching the ground. I was sitting on the floor with a dick in my ass, butt-naked in front of the old man. And I was fucking horny.

Locked for Life 11 - My turn to be dominant

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With a gentle push, the head of the dildo slipped into his hole.

“Ohhh fuck,” Jason moaned. He leaned back into me, forcing it to slide deeper inside him.

It was the strangest sensation: I was fucking my fiancé, but physically I felt nothing. A huge dildo hung from my waist, attached to my body by a harness. I pressed forward, pushing it further into him. Meanwhile, my own dick remained in a small cage, unable to get hard. Not for lack of trying, of course. I was almost always horny these days, my dick frequently swelling up and straining against its prison. But I hadn’t truly gotten hard in a month and a half.

“Fuuuck, Grant,” Jason moaned. “You’re so big…”

A second later I bottomed out inside him, the full length of the dildo swallowed by my fiancé’s hole. It stretched him open, but he still wanted more. I felt humiliated; if he could take something like this so easily, my dick would never have been enough. Using the strap-on was for the best.

I slowly drew my cock out of him then began to thrust. I fucked Jason with long, steady strokes, listening to his moans to find what felt best. I had forgotten what it was like to be on top.

Jason readjusted his position so that he formed a tripod, supported by both knees and one arm. With his free hand, he grabbed his dick and started jerking off. “Feels so good…” he muttered under his breath.

After a few more minutes of gentle thrusting, Jason’s moans had gotten more intense. “Mmmmm, Grant… this is so much better than your dick,” he said bluntly. “I can’t even remember the last time you fucked me.”

“Yes, Jason,” I mumbled. But I could remember it clearly. It was a few weeks before our engagement. The last time I ever fucked Jason, and one of the last orgasms I’d ever have. Had I known, I might’ve tried to enjoy it more.

Jason rocked back and forth while I fucked him, forcing himself onto the dildo. He continued moaning and jacking off, thoroughly enjoying himself while I still felt nothing. “Come on, Grant,” he said suddenly. “Surely you can do better than that. I want you to really fuck me. You know how to do that, don’t you?”

My dick swelled up once more. It was humiliating, but the longer I stayed locked, the more those degrading comments turned me on. “Yes,” I replied. I grabbed him by the waist and bucked my hips, slamming the dildo into him. I held on tight and fucked him harder and faster than before, ramming my cock in and out of his hole.

“Ohhh fuUuUuck,” Jason moaned. “That’s more like it.” He let go of his cock and placed his hand back on the bed, using both arms to brace himself against my thrusts.

“That’s right,” I said. “Take this fat fucking cock.” I yanked his hips toward me, punching deep into his ass.

“Fuck!” my fiancé yelped. It was incredibly hot watching him get fucked. Even if I didn’t get any physical pleasure from it, it was still a major turn-on.

I reached up and grabbed him by the hair, tugging on it while I fucked him. I was thrusting even faster now, and I was impressed that he was still able to take it. I leaned in, our sweaty bodies connecting, and put my lips against his ear. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be dicked down by a monster cock?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

I tugged harder on his hair, at the same time thrusting so that I was balls-deep in his ass. “What was that?” I asked. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“Oh fuck!” he shouted. “I said- mmmf- I said that- fuck!”

My thrusts were relentless. I pounded his hole even harder, still waiting for a response. “Speak up,” I commanded. I didn’t know what came over me, but I was loving it. And it seemed like he was too.

“Yesss!” Jason finally shouted. “Please, don’t stop! Fuck me with your huge cock, Grant!”

I suddenly pulled out. Before he could protest, I flipped Jason over on the bed so that he was on his back now. I grabbed him by the legs and yanked him closer, making his ass hang off the edge, and shoved my cock back into him.

He squealed as I entered him again, but I promptly ignored him. I grabbed his cock with one hand, gripping his outer thigh with the other. Then I went to town on his ass.

“Fuck, Grant! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” He was overwhelmed, but I was just getting started. I slammed into him over and over again, wrecking his ass, all the while jerking him off. Making him moan and scream like that was so satisfying.

“Do you want to cum?” I asked.

“Yes!” he shouted.

“I want to hear you beg for it,” I replied. I dropped his dick and wrapped both hands around his  thighs, lifting him up slightly. I was sweating profusely, breathing heavy, but I had no plans of stopping. I slammed into his hole again and again, over and over and over, making him cry out with every thrust.

“Please let me cum,” Jason said.

“I can’t hear you,” I said firmly.

“Please, Grant,” he moaned.

“Louder!” I shouted.

“Oh please, Grant! I’m begging you! Please let me cum!” he pleaded desperately.

“Go for it,” I said.

He reached for his dick and started beating it furiously. “Please don’t stop! Oh fuck, I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum!”

With one more forceful thrust, his dick started spraying everywhere. I watched my fiancé’s face, the pleasure apparent in his expression. He bit his bottom lip, still jerking off, pumping his fist up and down that huge dick of his. Thick, creamy ropes shot across his chest, some shooting as far as his chin. It was like a fountain the way it poured all over him.

While he was still cumming, I slipped the dildo out of him. In its place was a gaping, stretched out hole. I had thoroughly destroyed his ass. I shook my head, grinning, then wiped the sweat off my brow.

Jason was nearly finished now. He was slowly stroking himself, milking out the last drops of cum. A moment later, he sighed and let his head fall onto the bed. “That was incredible,” he said.

“I’m glad,” I replied. I stood over Jason, admiring the aftermath of my work. His dick had started to go soft now, and his body was covered in cum. I glanced down at the dildo attached to my waist, then I looked past it, to my bulging penis trapped inside its cage. It was glistening with precum, wet strings spanning the distance between the cage and my thighs. It was a huge mess.

Once again, I was left horny while Jason was satisfied. I exhaled, then smiled despite the circumstances. Sure, I was still horny and frustrated, but I was also pleased with myself.

Of course I missed my life of freedom, and by no means was this new life easy. But I was beginning to find a purpose in it. Staying denied wasn’t just about being horny all the time; it was about pleasing my man. And tonight, I had fucked him in a way I never could have before. I could at least take pleasure in that.

Maybe I was gay after all…

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I pulled the used underwear out of my laundry basket, then closed my eyes and sniffed. They smelled oddly sweet.

I sat back down, my hard dick bouncing as I plopped myself onto the bed. What was it about Frank that made me so horny? A few minutes ago, I was literally making out with a girl. Marissa had her hand wrapped around my dick, and still it remained soft. But the second my mind wandered to Frank, I became rock-hard.

I looked down at the underwear in my hand. They were covered in his cum, hard and crusty after sitting in the basket for a week. I put them to my face and smelled them again. Memories of Frank came pouring in. His huge cock, those giant balls…

My dick throbbed in response. I wrapped my hand around it and started gently stroking myself.

Another inhale filled my nose with Frank’s scent. So incredibly hot. It was just last Friday that he came on my dick. He shot his load right into my underwear, then sent me on my way. And now those underwear were in my face.

I continued stroking, hornier than I’d been in a long time. I couldn’t help it if Frank turned me on, so I might as well enjoy myself. Right? I laid back on the bed and pictured his massive cock while I jerked off.

What would it be like to have that inside me? I’d never had more than a finger up my ass, and even that was fairly new to me. I let go of the underwear, leaving them resting on my face. I slipped a finger into my mouth and got it nice and wet, then I reached around to my ass. I raised my legs up in the air and gently prodded at my hole.

It didn’t take much effort to slip my finger inside.

I relaxed and pushed deeper. “Ohhh, Frank,” I moaned. I pictured him standing over me, inserting his huge cock, forcing his way into me. I bit my lip, breathing in and smelling the cum-stained underwear again.

My other hand was still wrapped around my dick, jerking it up and down while I fingered myself. Not too fast, though. It all felt so good; I wanted to drag this out.

Slow, steady strokes. My hand went up and down the length of my cock, which was admittedly nowhere near the size of Frank’s. That didn’t matter. Something about the way he put me to work each time, how he made me submit to him… I think I truly enjoyed it. And being outsized only added to my enjoyment.

My finger was deep inside me now. I found a spot that felt particularly good and focused in on it. My forearm was burning, my legs were tired, but I continued to rub against that spot inside me.

Soft moans escaped my lips. A pressure was building inside, just behind my dick, like an overfilled water balloon that hadn’t yet burst.

After a few minutes, I decided to try something new. Instead of rubbing, I began to thrust my finger in and out of my hole. I slid it most of the way out, my ass holding on tightly, before I rammed it back in. Then I did it again. And again. I fucked myself silly, pouding myself with my middle finger.

With my vision obscured by the underwear, it was easy to let my mind wander. I imagined Frank ramming his cock in and out of my hole, taking my anal virginity. Holding me up by the legs, fucking my ass. Pounding me. Relentlessly.

I couldn’t help jerking faster, keeping pace with the imaginary cock that I pictured slamming into me. How would I ever take Frank’s dick? A finger was on the edge of what I could handle. Frank was absolutely massive.

But I wanted his cock. Oh, how I wanted him to bend me over, spit on my hole, and fuck me raw. I wanted him to breed me. To fill me with his cum.

My dick was leaking all over my hand. I was so turned on. Fucking my fist and my ass at the same time, thinking about Frank’s juicy, hefty cock.

And his cum. I’d tasted it once before, the first time we met. I found myself wanting it again.

I was so close now. On the edge, about to explode. Just a few more pumps.

“Fuck!”

I shouted out as my dick exploded, shooting ropes all over my chest. Hot strands hit my skin, landing on my neck, spraying across my stomach, covering my body in cum. I just kept on jerking, still fingering myself.

The waves felt endless. I’d never cum this much before. My dick spasmed in my hand, pouring out onto my stomach. My ass tightened around my finger, clenching and unclenching, out of my control. Shivers coursed through my body. It felt incredible.

When I was done, I was left panting, lying on my back, covered in my own mess. I dropped my dick, then reached up and licked some of the cum off my thumb. Then I pulled the underwear off my face and looked at the massive load on my chest. I couldn’t believe how much there was.

I slipped my finger out of my ass, shuddering as an aftershock ran through me. I let my legs drop. That… was incredible.

I chuckled to myself, a realization dawning on me. Maybe I was gay after all…

Locked for Life 10 - I finally got to fuck my fiancé… sort of

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After a long day at work, I couldn’t wait to get home and relax. As I entered our apartment, I was pleasantly surprised to see my fiancé’s shoes lined up by the door. He must’ve gotten home early.

“Babe?” I called out. No response. I took off my shoes and lined them up next to his, then hung up my coat. I went to drop my keys on the entryway table when a small note caught my eye. I picked it up and read it:

“Grant, I want you naked the second you walk through that door. Take off your clothes and meet me in the bedroom. I have a surprise for you.”

My dick immediately chubbed up in its cage. What could it be? I quickly stripped out of my clothes, leaving them in a pile by the door. I hurried over to our room, my caged dick swinging between my legs with every step.

I found Jason sitting on the bed, naked except for a thin silver chain around his neck. The key to my cage hung there, a constant reminder that he owned my cock. As if I’d ever forget. “Come,” he said.

I walked over to him, coming to a stop at the edge of the bed. He grabbed me by the balls, lifting them toward him and inspecting the cage. “A month and a half already… I don’t know how you do it,” Jason said to me.

“Me neither,” I replied. “I’m literally always horny.” Precum leaked out of me, running off the tip of the cage and onto his hand.

Jason stopped examining my cage to look at me. “I’ve been thinking…” he said slowly. “Ever since Eric fucked me, I’ve been dying to get pounded again. I want to feel a dick inside me. I… I want you to fuck me, Grant.”

“Are you sure?!” I could hardly contain my excitement. My dick swelled up and filled the entire cage, threatening to break free. I was so horny.

“Go get the lube,” he ordered. I turned to go, but he reached for my hand. “One more thing, Grant. There should be a box in the bottom of the closet. Bring that too. There’s a bit more to your surprise.”

I nodded and rushed over to the closet, my heart racing. He was really going to unlock me! A month and a half of denial, all leading up to this… I grabbed everything and dashed back to the bed, then dropped it all in front of him. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” I whispered.

“Me neither,” Jason replied with a smile. “But first, open the box.”

I did as he said, excitedly ripping off the wrapping paper then tearing open the box. Inside, I found what looked like a bunch of straps, along with a big dildo. “What’s this?” I asked. I picked up the tangled mess and held it out in front of me.

“It’s a harness!” Jason exclaimed.

I frowned, confused by the gift. Then it hit me. “No…” I whispered.

“What’s the matter?” Jason asked. “Wait… you didn’t think I was going to let you out of the cage, did you?” He looked incredulous. “Oh my gosh… you’re serious! You actually thought you were going to put your dick in me!” He burst out laughing.

My face turned bright red with embarrassment. “Well, yeah… You said I could fuck you.”

“Aw babe,” Jason said. “You’re never coming out of that cage. I thought you knew that!”

“I did, but… I just thought…” I shook my head. With a resigned sigh, I stepped into the harness and pulled it up around my waist. Jason helped me get the dildo into place, then tighten the remaining straps so that everything was snug. When we were done, a huge cock hung from my body, just above my cage. I had to admit, it was kind of hot. Well, hot and extremely pathetic.

“Perfect!” Jason said happily. He grabbed the lube and squirted a generous amount onto my ‘cock,’ then began stroking it. “Fuuuck. You’re so big, Grant.”

I felt humiliated. Before our engagement, back when I was free, my dick didn’t even come close to the size of this thing. Maybe using a strap-on was for the best. What would I have done if Jason unlocked me tonight? Put my tiny dick in him for two minutes, then cum early? That would be incredibly disappointing.

My fiancé shimmied over to the edge of the bed. He got on all fours, his ass up in the air, his hole fully exposed. Jason glanced back over one shoulder and smiled. “Ready?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I said. I lifted up the huge dick hanging from my waist. I stared at my fiancé, naked and waiting to be fucked, wishing so badly that I could use my actual dick on him. His ass looked so inviting. But I knew that would never be the case. Pushing the thought aside, I pressed the tip against Jason’s hole.

My first and last date with a girl

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Thanks to my new arrangement with Frank, I had a lot more free time these days. I didn’t have to worry about rent, I didn’t have to work… all I had to do was swing by every Friday and do what he asked. All in all, things were pretty great!

Between weekly visits, I decided to start looking for a girlfriend. Or at the very least, someone to hook up with. I spent a few days scrolling and swiping before I finally found the right one.

Marissa.

She was absolutely gorgeous, and funny too. We hit it off right away, and we already had a date planned for Thursday. A fancy dinner, and to quote her, “dessert if you’re lucky.” I could only hope.

Thursday finally arrived, and dinner was wonderful. After I paid the bill - thanks to Frank, of course - I proposed heading back to my place. To my surprise, she agreed. Back at my place, I opened the door to my apartment and showed Marissa inside.

“Such a gentleman,” she teased.

“But of course,” I replied. “May I take your coat, madam?”

“Andrew! Already trying to take my clothes off?” The two of us shared a laugh. “I’d say buy me a drink first, but you already did that…” She winked at me, then removed her coat and tossed it over.

I caught it, goofy smile and all, then turned to hang it up.

“I love your place,” Marissa commented, entirely too kindly. She lingered nearby, taking in the grand view of a tiny one bedroom apartment. “What is it you do again?”

My heart fluttered for a moment. “I’m, uhh… sort of a… personal assistant, you could say.” Recent evenings with Frank flashed through my mind. I pushed the thoughts aside; it would be best to change the topic. “Do you want a tour of the place?”

“How about you just show me the bedroom instead?” she asked.

A minute later, we were rolling over each other in my bed. We were passionately making out, hands traveling as we explored each other. I touched her breasts. Then her ass. She had one hand running through my hair, the other on my bare chest. It was thrilling and scary and exciting all at once.

Her second hand began to slide downward, and I felt my heart racing. Slowly down, brushing past my stomach. She kissed me harder. Her hand slipped under my waistband. I inhaled sharply as her fingers slid down, reached for my dick, and…

Marissa broke our kiss. “What’s the matter?” she asked. “Too much to drink?”

“Nothing!” I said quickly. “I think I’m just nervous.” Yeah, nervous. That was it. I just needed to ease into it.

She let go of my soft dick and sat up. “Maybe you need to get out of these pants first,” she suggested. Marissa proceeded to help me take my pants off, then my underwear, revealing a limp and not-at-all excited penis. A frown appeared on her face, but she quickly hid it.

“Sorry,” I said, laughing nervously. “I promise it gets bigger.” I sat up, propping myself up with arms extended behind me. Naked and feeling incredibly shy, exposed, hoping I hadn’t blown it.

“No worries,” she said with a disarming smile. I felt some of the pressure fade away. Then she leaned in and kissed me again.

Her hand went for my dick, taking hold of it and gently tugging on it. We made out, our tongues colliding and entangling, my hands exploring her body, hers still touching my dick. I was so desperate to make this work… desperate to please her… desperate to prove to myself that I was straight.

But nothing happened.

Minutes later, my dick was still soft.

“Maybe I should go,” Marissa said.

“Wait! Just a bit more! I promise I’ll get hard.” It was so embarrassing to say it out loud. I was completely naked, she was fully clothed, and I was begging her to stay. But no matter what we did, I couldn’t get hard.

“I’m sorry, Andrew.” Marissa kissed me one last time, then collected her things. I said nothing as she left.

I remained on my bed and stared at my pathetic, limp cock. What was wrong with me? When I was with Frank, I couldn’t stop myself from getting a boner. Just being within a hundred feet of the guy’s house got me hard! It didn’t make any sense…

Last time I was with him, my dick was hard as a rock. I rubbed his feet while he jacked off, staring up at him from my little spot on the floor, right in front of his couch. I remembered his heavy balls bouncing with every stroke, swinging up and down. His hand wrapped around his fat cock, pumping it. I remember being unable to look away.

I glanced down and saw that I was starting to chub up.

That was a crazy night. And at the end of it, Frank shot his load straight into my underwear. He covered my dick with his cum. The whole walk home I had to keep it tucked into my waistband because it just wouldn’t go down.

Aaand, now I was rock-hard.

I hopped off my bed and started digging through my laundry basket. A minute later, I found what I was looking for: a crusty pair of underwear, covered with Frank’s cum.

Locked for Life 9 - Getting fucked from both ends

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At Jason’s suggestion, we moved things to the bedroom. By lying on my back, my head hanging off the edge of the bed, I could continue sucking Jason and Eric while Bobby took me from behind.

Thankfully, Bobby wasn’t as hung as the rest of the group. He was a bit at first, but when he took off his pants he revealed a rock-hard, 5-inch dick. It was the perfect size to take up the ass. Bobby lubed up and got ready to slip his dick into me.

“Fuck his brains out, Bobby,” Eric said. He dragged his balls across my face before forcing his dick into my mouth. I gladly accepted it, feeling my dick strain against its cage. I thought I was horny before, but tonight was different. Eric thrust himself down my throat a few times, then backed off and made room for Jason.

“Here I go,” Bobby muttered. He pushed his dick against my hole, then steadily forced his way inside. I moaned as he entered me, though my voice was muffled by Jason’s fat cock.

“Fuck yeah,” Jason said. “Use my man’s hole.” He thrust in and out of my mouth, slapping my face with those heavy, swinging balls.

“Fuuuck,” Bobby groaned. “Your ass feels so good, Grant.” He began rocking back and forth, slowly fucking me. It was the perfect angle; every stroke rubbed against my insides in just the right way. My mouth was still stuffed, but that didn’t stop me from moaning with pleasure.

After gagging a few times on Jason’s cock, he pulled out and let me come up for air. While I caught my breath, Eric and Jason started making out over me. They stood on either side of my head, their two giant dicks swinging in my face. I licked at their balls, sticking my tongue anywhere it could reach. I moved from one to the other, trying my hardest to please them both. I stroked their dicks, one in each hand, jerking them like there was no tomorrow.

Bobby’s pace steadily increased. He wrapped his hands around the back of my thighs and lifted me, pounding away at my hole. My caged dick swung wildly with each thrust, desperately trying to get hard. I was leaking everywhere, making a pathetic mess of myself. It was a stark contrast to just a month ago, when my dick had been free.

I heard Eric whisper something to Jason, though I couldn’t make out what was said. Then he walked over to his boyfriend and whispered in his ear as well. Bobby nodded, then pulled out of me and hopped off the bed. A moment later, I was forcefully spun around; my ass was now hanging over the edge, with the three men standing over me.

“You first, Bobby,” Jason said. He gestured for Bobby to continue fucking me. I felt so pathetic, like my fiancé was whoring me out. But these days, feeling pathetic was a turn on.

Bobby easily slipped back into me, having already stretched me out quite a bit. Without multiple dicks in my face, I actually got to watch as he fucked me. He placed my legs up on his shoulders and leaned forward, thrusting away. Now that he was standing, he was able to fuck me even harder. I moaned with pleasure, overwhelmed by his pounding.

As I lied on my back and took Bobby’s dick, Jason stepped up behind him. He was lubing himself up, as was Eric. He placed a hand on Bobby’s face, turning it towards him, and kissed him. At the same time, he pressed his hips against Bobby’s ass and forced himself inside. Bobby let out a small gasp, but otherwise took my fiancé’s dick like a champ.

The pace slowed for a bit as Bobby got used to Jason’s cock. His thrusts were measured and steady. I could feel every inch of him gently slide in and out of me. I was in heaven. I could only imagine how it felt to be taking Jason’s dick at the same time.

As if that weren’t enough, Eric stepped up behind Jason with his dick in hand and shoved it right into him. “Ohhh fuck,” my fiancé muttered. “Bobby, how do you handle this guy? He’s fucking huge!”

Our friends both laughed. “You get used to it,” Bobby said.

“I haven’t been stretched like this in a looong time,” Jason said. “Grant can’t exactly fuck me anymore… plus he was never that hung to begin with.”

My face turned bright red. The message was clear to me. We were fucking in a train, from the biggest dick down to the smallest, most pathetic one. Everyone got to fuck a hole except for me. I was the ultimate bottom, meant to serve everyone else but never to cum.

Only a few minutes of this went by before Bobby was close to cumming. “Ohhh fuck, Jason! Don’t stop!” he shouted.

My fiancé doubled his efforts, ramming his cock in and out of Bobby’s ass. Bobby moaned and squealed, fucking me and getting fucked at the same time. I could see in his face that he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Oh my god, I’m cumming!” Bobby shouted suddenly. He pulled out of my ass and jerked off, spraying cum all over my cage. Thick ropes shot out of his dick and coated my balls, another symbol of my pathetic place in all of this.

“Fuuuck, that’s hot,” Eric said. He continued to pound my fiancé, who had pulled out of Bobby and was now furiously jerking off. I watched my fiancé get fucked by a bigger man, remaining jealous and horny, waiting for them both to finish. Bobby plopped down on the bed beside me, panting and sweaty.

“Ohhh fuck!” Jason yelled. He stepped closer to me and blew his load, cumming right onto my dick. He added to Bobby’s mess, covering my cage with his cum. At the same time Eric pulled out, stood over his boyfriend, and came on his limp dick.

Bobby and I watched in awe as they came. The two both stroked their huge cocks, grunting and thrusting into their fists, spraying their loads onto us. Even without a cage, it would’ve been hard not to feel inferior.

After he finished, Jason wiped the back of his hand across his sweaty forehead. “Fuck,” he said with a smile. “That was incredible.”

Eric nodded, his shoulders rising and falling with deep, heavy breaths. “We have to do this again,” he said.

“Definitely,” Bobby said eagerly.

The three of them turned to me. I was the odd man out. They all used me, then left me denied, humiliated, and covered in cum. And worst of all, they left me so fucking horny. I met each of their eyes in turn, then smiled. “Agreed,” I said.

Frank came on my dick

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“Mmmm, that’s the spot.”

I sat on the floor in my underwear, gently rubbing Frank’s feet. Right now, I was focused on his left foot.

“Really put your back into it,” Frank said. He was sitting on his couch, half-naked, stroking his fat cock. Thoroughly enjoying himself.

“Yes, sir,” I muttered. I dug my thumbs deeper into his sole, sliding from heel to toe. Pressing into his arch, massaging him like he was a king and I was his servant. In a way, that had some truth to it. I tried to ignore my rock-hard dick and the precum that was pooling in my underwear.

“Good boy, Andrew,” he said from his throne.

My dick twitched as his compliment. When did I get so desperate that an old man could turn me on? I compressed the thought in the back of my mind, to be revisited at a later time. I was doing this for the money, and that was it.

“Don’t forget the toes,” Frank noted. Up above, he was still jerking himself off. I held his foot in my hand, still massaging him, but my eyes were locked on his cock. Hefty balls flopped up and down in rhythm with his strokes, bouncing between his legs. It was mesmerizing to watch.

“Andrew! Toes!”

I shook myself out of the trance. “Yes, Frank! Sorry!” I redoubled my efforts, working my magic on his toes as requested. My fingers slipped between each one, pressing from the ball of his foot to the tip of each toe. One by one, I rubbed them. Based on the sighs and moans, I could tell he enjoyed it.

“There you go, boy. Just like that.”

My dick throbbed again, a fresh wave of precum soaking my crotch. Fuck… I was getting too much one on one time with Frank. Maybe if I went on some dates with girls I could sort things out. Yeah… that would be good for me.

Once I finished my routine on his left foot, I repeated everything on the right. I couldn’t help but stare at his dick, but at least I didn’t drift off this time.

Eventually, Frank’s soft moans turned into loud grunts. He was getting close.

“Get up,” he ordered. “Quickly.”

I stopped rubbing his feet and rose to stand next to him. Frank got off the couch, still pumping his huge cock. Without a word, he pulled on the front of my underwear and opened them, revealing my dick. It was wet and sticky, strings of precum spanning between my crotch and my underwear.

“Hold it open,” he muttered.

I replaced his hand with my own, holding the waistband out for him. My dick remained exposed, right under his. He was stroking furiously, breathing heavy. One hand was on his cock, while the other gripped my shoulder.

“I’m gonna cum on your dick, Andrew.”

Frank got on his toes, pressing into my shoulder for balance. He grunted loudly, fucking his fist, thrusting his hips forward. Then he let out a moan and proceeded to shoot his load right into my crotch.

Hot cum launched out of him, landing just above my dick and coating my stubbled pubes. More shots landed on my hard cock, painting it white. An endless stream of thick, creamy ropes poured out of him, right onto me, and all I could do was watch… Watch as this rich old man marked his territory.

Eventually the intensity faded; the pulsing shots dwindled to a steady dribble, then finally stopped. When he was finished, Frank leaned in close and wiped his dick off on my stomach. The aftermath was quite the sight: streaks of white across my pubes and dick, with some running down and coating my balls. Warm, sticky, and humiliating.

He pushed my hands aside, causing the waistband to snap back into place, sealing away the mess he had created. “You’re not to take these off until tomorrow,” he said.

I simply nodded.

The walk home was… interesting. My dick was covered in Frank’s cum, and my boner just wouldn’t go away; I had to tuck it up into my waistband and hope that no one would notice it.

I was horny, frustrated, confused… and a few hundred bucks richer. The two of us had worked out a deal: as long as I came by weekly to satisfy Frank, he was willing to cover my rent… plus a little extra pocket money. And I knew exactly how I was going to spend it.

Once I was back at my apartment, I pulled out my phone and downloaded some dating apps. This arrangement was great for the money, but I needed to hook up with some girls to set my head straight. Literally.

Locked for Life 8 - Sucking cock during game night

Everyone in this story is 18+. My heart was racing. I stood up once more, ready to remove the last piece of clothing I had. I backed away fr

Everyone in this story is 18+.

My heart was racing. I stood up once more, ready to remove the last piece of clothing I had. I backed away from the table to give everyone a good view, then placed my thumbs inside the waistband. I glanced back at Jason, who nodded for me to continue. Then I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and pulled.

My underwear fell to the ground, revealing my caged dick to Bobby and Eric.

Bobby gasped. “No way,” he said incredulously. “Is that… a chastity cage?”

“Yes,” I muttered. My cheeks were bright red.

“That’s hot,” Eric commented. “How long have you been wearing it?”

“A whole month,” Jason said proudly. He held up the chain around his neck, showing off the key. “Since we got engaged.” He went on to explain the conditions of our engagement, his frequent use of my holes, and how I was never allowed to cum again.

“Sheesh. You must be horny,” Eric said.

“You have no idea,” I said sheepishly. I glanced downward, unwilling to make eye contact with anyone. I stood naked before them all, red in the face, feeling incredibly exposed. To make things worse, my dick swelled in its cage and started leaking precum.

Jason stood and walked over to me. “This cage is the best. Grant’s been so obedient ever since I locked him up. Isn’t that right, babe?” he asked, grabbing me by the balls and squeezing gently.

I let out a small gasp, then nodded.

“Why don’t you show our guests just how obedient you are? Get on your knees.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. Despite the humiliation, I immediately fell to my knees before my fiancé. I looked up at him, waiting for further instruction. My dick was like a leaky faucet, dripping precum onto my balls.

“Good job,” Jason said. He ran his hand through my hair, smiling with approval. Then he turned his attention back to Bobby and Eric. “Who wants a blowjob?”

My jaw dropped.

Both of our friends were silent for a moment. They looked at each other, then back at me. I waited on my knees, completely naked, while they contemplated Jason’s question. Finally, Eric spoke up. “I do,” he said nervously. He stood up and walked over, shirtless but otherwise clothed.

“Go ahead,” Jason said encouragingly. “He’s gotten very good at sucking dick this past month.”

Eric nodded, then slowly unzipped his pants. He reached in and pulled out a monster dick, semi-hard and super hairy. I immediately reached up and grabbed it, wrapping my lips around his cock and shoving it into my mouth.

“Ohhh, fuck,” Eric moaned.

“Damn, Eric! I didn’t know you were hung like that,” Jason commented.

Eric tilted his head back and let out a long sigh. “Fuck, Grant. That feels so good.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. My current position was embarrassing, but being as horny as I was, I didn’t really care. I helped Eric out of his pants, pulling them down the rest of the way. I continued to suck his huge cock, bobbing up and down, trying my best to deepthroat him. Now that he was fully hard, I could tell just how big he was. His dick was a bit larger than Jason’s, which I knew to be 8 inches.

Eric really seemed to be enjoying himself. A minute later, he started to take on a more dominant role. “Fuck, yeah,” he mumbled. “Just like that. Suck my fat cock, Grant.” He placed his hands on the sides of my head, thrusting slowly while I sucked his dick. It was all I could do to keep up.

While Eric fucked my throat, my fiancé took off his pants and stepped in next to him. Jason’s dick was mostly hard at this point; he held it in his hand and slapped it a few times across my forehead. The weight of his dick hitting my face was a huge turn on. It was incredibly degrading, something I was beginning to enjoy more and more since being locked.

Across the room, I saw Bobby reach into his pants and start playing with his dick. He stroked it under the table, pumping his fist beneath the layers of clothing.

I grabbed Jason’s cock with my free hand and started to stroke him. I wasn’t used to multi-tasking like this, trying to please two cocks at once, but damn was it fun. Having two cocks in my face was heaven. Eric pulled out of my mouth to make more room for Jason, giving me space to go back and forth between them both. I decided to take the head of my fiancé’s dick into my mouth, stroking him and Eric in sync. I sucked Jason for a minute or so before deciding to alternate between the two. I took one cock, then the other, and finally both. I couldn’t fit more than their tips at the same time, but it was still an incredible feeling. It was degrading in the best possible way, like I was finally fulfilling my role.

While Jason and Eric continued tag-teaming my mouth, Bobby remained in his seat. He continued jerking off under the table, silently watching on. Finally, Jason spoke up. “Bobby, don’t be shy! Grant has another hole, you know. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

I made a deal with Frank

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After a few visits with Frank, I had earned enough to cover rent for the month. Getting fired was a tough blow, but I decided to take some time searching for a new job before I resorted to seeing him again.

Two weeks came and went, and I had zero luck. I searched high and low, applying to every job I could find, but in the end I had nothing to show for it. Worse, I was running out of the money Frank gave me. Once again, I found myself knocking on his door. I didn’t see another option.

I stood outside in the cold, waiting for him to open up. I couldn’t believe I was back here. A moment later I heard some footsteps, followed by the turning of the lock.

“Andrew?” Frank seemed genuinely surprised to see me.

“Umm… hi, Frank.” I met his eyes for a second, then quickly glanced away. “Can I come in?”

“Of course!” He stepped aside and let me in, then closed the door behind us. “I wasn’t sure I’d see you again. You haven’t been at the coffee shop either.”

I took off my coat and placed it on the back of a chair, then took a seat at the dining room table. It was strange how this place was starting to feel familiar to me. “That’s actually why I’m here,” I said. I went on to explain how I lost my job, how I’d been searching for a new one but hadn’t found any solid leads.

“Oh, Andrew. That must’ve been terribly frustrating. I’m sorry to hear that.” He pulled out the chair across from me and sat down. In my head he was just a horny old man, but in reality he was quite sincere.

“Yeah…” I ran my hand through my hair nervously. “So I was wondering… do you think we could make this a regular thing? You help me pay my bills, and I, uh… take care of whatever you need.”

“Ah, I see.” Frank smiled gently and considered it for a moment. “Yes, I suppose that could work. Though if you want to earn your keep, you’ll have to work much harder than before.”

I quickly nodded. “Of course,” I replied.

“Good. Let’s say once a week, then.” He stood and moved to the living room, waving for me to follow.

“Okay. Um, can we do Fridays?” I asked.

“Yes, yes, that works wonderfully.” Frank settled on the couch while I stood in the middle of the room, waiting for further instruction. He leaned his elbow on the armrest, then placed his chin in his hand. “Now take your clothes off for me, Andrew.”

I’d done this plenty of times already, but getting naked in front of him still made me anxious. I slowly stripped out of my clothes, just as I’d done a few weeks ago, until I stood fully nude before him.

“Come,” Frank ordered.

I walked closer, my limp dick bouncing with each step. My balls were high and tight from the cold, and Frank reached out and placed his hand under them. He lifted my balls and inspected my dick, then let out a small sigh. “This is no good,” he said. He shook his head, then looked up at me. “Didn’t I tell you to shave?”

“Yes,” I muttered.

“Then what’s this?” He ran his fingers just above my dick, brushing through two weeks worth of scruff.

“Hair,” I said, feeling ashamed.

He pursed his lips and exhaled disappointedly. “Turn around.”

I did as he said, turning and bending over slightly so he could see my ass. Frank leaned forward, placing a hand on either cheek and spreading them to get a good look. “It’s the same here,” he commented.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“It’s okay, Andrew. Just don’t let it happen again.” He tapped me lightly on the asscheek, which I took as a sign to turn around. Then he relaxed back into the couch.

I faced him once more, my dick slightly hard now. “Yes, Frank. I promise.” 

“Good. As long as we have an understanding. Now put on your underwear; I don’t want to have to look at your hairy dick anymore.”

“Yes, Frank.” I quickly moved to put my underwear back on, stepping into my tight pair of navy boxer briefs.

“Atta boy,” he said. While I put them back on, he lifted his hips off the couch and shimmied out of his own pants. He slid them down his legs and kicked them off, then leaned back into the soft cushions of the couch, naked from the waist down.

I stood there for a moment, unsure of my next move. “How can I help?” I asked.

“Why don’t you make yourself useful?” Frank lifted his legs off the ground, holding them out straight and wiggling his feet.

I quickly dropped to my knees. I took one foot into my hands and began to rub. I pressed my thumbs into his arch, sliding along the bottom of his foot and up to his toes.

“Ooooh,” Frank sighed. “That feels great.” He grabbed his cock in one hand, already fully hard, and started to jerk off.

Locked for Life 7 - A humiliating game of strip poker

Everyone in this story is 18+. A month into our engagement, Jason and I had fallen into a rhythm. My fiancé would cum every day, sometimes m

Everyone in this story is 18+.

A month into our engagement, Jason and I had fallen into a rhythm. My fiancé would cum every day, sometimes more than once, while I remained caged and denied. I was horny as ever, and he was more than content to keep me that way.

I tried to ignore my dick straining in its cage as I continued tidying the apartment. Our friends were coming over soon; it was no time to be my usual horny self. I barely finished wiping down the table when I heard knocking at the door.

“I’ll get it!” Jason called out.

Jason and I endearingly referred to Bobby and Eric as “the other gay couple.” They were our closest friends, and we absolutely adored them. We usually saw them more often, but we hadn’t had time since our engagement. After a few hugs and some excited chatter, the four of us settled down around the table. I poured us each a glass of red, courtesy of Eric, then sat next to Jason.

“Thanks, Grant,” Bobby said. He twirled his glass, watching the wine spin for a moment before turning back to me. “So are you gonna show us your rings, or what?” he demanded.

I went into a small panic as I tried to come up with an excuse. “Um, we don’t, uh…” I stuttered. How was I going to explain that we didn’t have rings because my fiancé proposed with a chastity cage instead?

Before I could say more, Jason came to the rescue. “We haven’t picked them out yet,” he said calmly. He placed a hand on my thigh and squeezed gently.

I felt a sense of relief wash over me. That disappeared just as quickly when Jason’s hand remained on my thigh, then slipped up toward my crotch. He gave me another squeeze and left his hand there, casually sipping his wine with the other.

I decided it was best to change the topic. “So… what are we playing tonight?” I asked.

Bobby and Eric glanced at each other, looking both excited and nervous. It was Eric who spoke first. “We wanted to try something different tonight…” he said.

“Strip poker!” Bobby blurted out. He could hardly contain himself.

“Strip poker?” I repeated. “I-”

“We love that idea!” Jason said, cutting me off.

My heart sank. I was terrible at poker. What if I lost all my clothes? What if I ended up naked and they saw my caged dick? It would be so embarrassing.

I looked over to Jason. By the way he was grinning, he must have been thinking the same thing. The difference was, he wanted me to be embarrassed.

And so the four of us sat around the table, drinking, laughing, and playing cards. A few rounds later, it was evident that my poker skills hadn’t gotten any better over the years.

“Again, Grant?” Eric exclaimed. “I’m starting to think you’re losing on purpose!”

“I promise you, I’m not,” I replied. I took off my other sock and threw it into the growing pile of clothes, most of which were mine. Bobby had lost his shirt, Jason and Eric were still fully clothed, and I was already down to my pants and underwear. Things weren’t looking good for me.

Somehow I managed to survive a few more hands before losing again. Jason and Eric were pretty evenly matched; both had managed to keep their losses to a minimum, destroying Bobby and me in the process. They were both shirtless now. Bobby had caught up to me, losing both of his socks. I was hoping he’d go out first, but then I went and lost again.

“Alright, Grant,” Jason said. “Pants off.”

“Do I have to?” I pleaded. I looked around the table for any sign of mercy, but no one budged. “Fine,” I said, pushing out my chair and standing up. I undid the front of my pants, then quickly slid them off.

“Yeah, Grant!” Eric called out. “That’s more like it!”

Jason reached over and playfully slapped my ass. “That’s my man,” he said.

My face turned bright red as my dick began to swell up. The cage actually came to my rescue for once, saving me the further humiliation of getting hard in front of my friends. I quickly sat back down and pulled in my chair. “Someone deal the next hand,” I muttered.

I looked at my cards and immediately felt crushed. My hand was absolute crap. I looked around the table, trying to read everyone’s faces. My only chance was to pull off the bluff of a lifetime. That, or get naked and in front of my closest friends.

“All in,” I said.

“Are you serious?” Bobby asked. He shook his head, then pushed his chips into the center of the table. “If you insist.”

All three of them took me up on my bet. So much for bluffing. We each revealed our cards, starting with Bobby. “Two pair,” he said. Eric had a flush, and Jason had a three of a kind. Not good.

I laid my cards down on the table with a heavy sigh. “High card,” I muttered.

“You know what that means, don’t you?” Bobby asked. He sounded excited.

“You gotta strip now,” Eric said. He poured himself another glass of wine, then leaned back in his chair to watch.

I turned to my fiancé, hoping he’d get me out of this. He simply shook his head. “Go on,” Jason said.

My heart was racing. I stood up once more, ready to remove the last piece of clothing I had. I backed away from the table to give everyone a good view, then placed my thumbs inside the waistband. I glanced back at Jason, who nodded for me to continue. Then I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and pulled.

The man from the coffee shop swallowed my cum

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The old man continued to suck my cock, forcing himself deeper with each stroke. After about a minute, he was taking almost the entire thing. Up and down he went, sucking me like a pro. Never gagging, never needing a break. It was hot, wet, and it felt incredible.

Finally, Frank came up for air. One hand stayed on my dick, stroking a bit faster now, aided by the spit. I kept my eyes closed, doing my best to pretend a hot older woman was sucking me off instead of an old man. I didn’t have much luck with that.

He resumed sucking, making me moan with pleasure. It felt so damn good. I hadn’t had my dick sucked in ages. Old man or not, I was in heaven.

That’s when he caught me by surprise for the second time. Frank had reached around to my ass, and now a wet finger was pressing at my hole.

“Wait!” I said, but it was too late. His finger slipped right in. I tensed up, but then he deepthroated my cock. “Ohhh, fuck!” With the distraction, Frank was able to force his finger further into me. He left it there for a moment, focusing his attention on my dick. As I got accustomed to his finger being in my ass, I began to relax my hole slightly.

Frank worked me from both ends. It was the greatest thing I’d ever felt. His head bobbed on my cock in the front. His finger slid in and out of my ass, making me feel things I didn’t know I could feel.

I opened my eyes, no longer caring to pretend anyone but an old man was doing these things to me. I put my hands on his head, not taking control but simply running fingers through his hair and relaxing. Enjoying the best blowjob of my life.

Getting fingered and sucked like that had me moaning and grunting, completely naked in his living room. I was rapidly approaching the point of no return.

“Ohhh fuck,” I whispered. “Please don’t stop.”

He started to suck me even harder.

“Fuck, Frank, I’m close. Oh fuck, I’m close. I’m close! Ohhhh god, Frank, I’m gonna cum!”

I bucked my hips and grunted, shooting my load into Frank’s mouth. He took it like a champ, deepthroating my cock and swallowing every drop. He kept fingering my ass, my hole twitching and closing on his finger. I thrust back and forth, fucking his throat and fucking myself on his finger at the same time. Moaning, sweating, legs shaking; I was in total ecstasy.

It was like electricity flowing through me; it felt so fucking good cumming down that old man’s throat. My dick throbbed in his mouth, spouting rope after rope. He swallowed it all.

He slipped his finger out of me, then bobbed his head on my dick a few more times before finally letting it fall out of his mouth. “Thanks,” I said, trying to catch my breath. My face was hot and sweaty.

“No, thank you,” Frank replied. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, then reached over and grabbed the money. “Your payment,” he said.

I accepted it with a look of disbelief. “Are- are you sure?” I asked. He drained my balls, sucked the soul right out of me, and now he’s paying me for it?

“It’s not every day you get to blow a hot young man,” he said. I glanced down at his crotch. He was hard as a rock; even through his pants you could tell he was hung.

I walked over to my pile of clothes and began to put them on.

“Son,” Frank said from the couch. “Leave the underwear.”

“Sure,” I replied. It was a small price to pay, all things considered. I tossed them in his direction, then continued putting on the rest of my clothes. Once I was done, I stuffed the money into my wallet and made my way to the door. Neither of us spoke another word as I left the house.

I started the walk back home, thinking about everything that had happened. I had mixed feelings about it. More than anything, I was glad to put it all behind me. No more whoring myself out to a rich old man, no matter how lucrative it may be.

Suddenly my phone buzzed. It was a text from my boss, probably asking me to pick up another shift. I sighed, opening it up to read the message.

“Sorry, Andrew. Things are tight at the shop. It was a hard decision, but we’re gonna have to let you go.”

Fuck. I guess I’ll need to keep seeing Frank after all.

Locked for Life 6 - A second load for dessert

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Jason opened the door to the apartment and I rushed inside, heading to the bedroom. I quickly stripped out of my clothes, throwing them across the floor before hopping onto the bed. There I stayed, completely naked on my hands and knees, waiting for my fiancé to come fuck me.

My fiancé walked into the room a few moments later. He grabbed my asscheeks and spread them apart, inspecting my wrecked hole. “Fuuuck, Grant. I really pounded you earlier.” His hands moved downward, where he grabbed me by the balls. “I’m really loving you in this cage. I’m so happy you agreed to wear it.”

“Me too,” I said. I wiggled my ass for him, eager for what was next.

Jason released my balls, then gently prodded at my hole with a finger. “Damn. Still wet and loose from earlier.” The finger easily slipped in, proving his point. “I guess cum makes for pretty good lube, huh?”

“Mmmm,” I moaned, leaning back and pushing him deeper.

“You really are horny, aren’t you?” Jason mused, laughing to himself.

“Yesss,” I replied. I began to shift forward and backward, fucking myself on his finger. It felt good, but I needed something bigger.

“Maybe I’ll just leave you here,” Jason said, removing his finger. “One pounding is enough for today.” He stepped back, moving toward the door.

“Wait!” I cried out. “Please come back!” I was so fucking horny. And desperate.

My fiancé paused in the doorway. “Oh? Did you want me to fuck you again?”

“Yes!”

“Beg for it.”

“Please fuck me,” I pleaded. I leaned forward so my chest touched the mattress, displaying my ass high in the air. “Please give me your huge cock.” Precum dripped from my caged dick, falling onto the blanket below.

“Come on, Grant. You can do better than that.”

“Jason, I need your cock. I need all eight inches ramming into me. I want you to make me moan. Make me scream. Fuck me until I can’t take it anymore, until I’m shaking and unable to think straight, then fuck me more.”

“That’s more like it.” I listened as Jason began to take his clothes off.

As my dick continued to leak, I realized that I wasn’t hard. I was hornier than I’d been all week, and yet my dick remained soft in its cage. I knew it was pathetic, but I didn’t feel embarrassed or shameful. Instead, I felt content. It was like my body was rewiring, understanding that this was the new norm. My dick was essentially useless now; only my ass could bring me pleasure.

I heard the familiar sound of the lube bottle snapping shut. This was it.

“Get ready,” was all he said. Jason placed one hand on my lower back, using the other to guide his dick toward my hole. Then, in one swift motion, he slammed it into me.

“Fuck!” I shouted. I may have been wet and loose from earlier, but my fiancé was still hung. Taking eight inches was no small task.

Ignoring me, Jason pulled almost all the way out and slammed in again. And again. Long, steady strokes outward, followed by quick thrusts inward. Every single one caused me to yell or moan. Only after the tenth or so was I able to relax and begin enjoying it.

“That- feels- so- good!,” I shouted between thrusts. My body lurched with each one, Jason’s powerful strokes causing both me and the bed to rock back and forth.

“Fuck, Grant. I love seeing you this pent up. You’re finally getting used to your new role.” He placed his hands on my hips, grabbing on for leverage. His grip allowed him to yank my body toward him in sync with his thrusts, shoving his cock deep inside me. I was in heaven.

“It’s a perfect setup,” my fiancé continued. “Me and my massive cock, you and your locked one.” His thrusts were getting faster, yet still controlled. “I’m free to fuck you whenever I want, meanwhile you can’t even get hard.”

“Don’t stop,” I said, moaning with every stroke. His dick felt so good. It was gigantic, stretching me out and hitting deep inside me. I gripped the blanket, bracing myself against the blows. My dick swelled in its cage, straining against the walls, unable to escape. Maybe I wasn’t so used to this arrangement after all.

Jason kept fucking me, carrying on with his rant. “It’s pathetic. I can cum anytime, anywhere, but you’ll never cum again. And what’s even more pathetic is that you like it.” With those words, my fiancé started to fuck me with everythin he had. His pace was intense, his dick running through my hole over and over with unmatched speed.

I buried my face in the blankets, screaming with pleasure. It was overwhelming; I couldn’t think, speak, or even move. My legs turned to jelly and I collapsed in place. My body went limp, but Jason’s grip on my waist held me up.

And thank goodness he did. He pounded my ass, giving me the best dick of my life. I continued to squeal with pleasure, muffling my moans into the blanket.

After holding me up for a bit, Jason dropped my body onto the bed. He fell with me, huge cock still inside, never missing a beat. My fiancé laid on top of me, dicking me down into the mattress with all his might. Breeding my hole for the second time today. Bouncing us up and down with every thrust. The entire bed was creaking. Jason’s head was next to mine, and I could hear him grunting from the effort. Our bodies were slick with sweat, his stomach connecting with my back on every downward thrust.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whispered in my ear. That was the only warning he gave.

Jason slammed down into me, shoving his cock as deep as he possibly could. He grunted with satisfaction, letting the floodgates open.

One pulse. Then another. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, shooting his cum in my ass. It felt incredible, both physically and mentally. I wasn’t just his fiancé; I was his bitch. I was a cocksleeve, ready to please him at a moment’s notice.

After a week of being locked, I didn’t think I could get much hornier. But with my fiancé’s second load inside me, mixing with the first, I found that I was wrong. Is there an upper limit to how horny a guy can be?

Once he had sufficiently used my hole, Jason slipped his dick out and plopped down beside me. My legs were still jelly, but I was able to turn my torso to face him.

“Fuck,” he sighed. He was red-faced, out of breath, grinning from ear to ear.

“That was insane,” I said. My dick was soft again, though I had never been this turned on in my life. I felt used in the best possible way.

“Yeah,” Jason agreed. “Two loads in one day…” He shook his head, still smiling. He reached over and grabbed my caged dick, looking at it pensively, then chuckled slightly. “I guess I need to have enough orgasms for the both of us now.”

The man from the coffee shop sucked my dick

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I knocked on Frank’s front door, mentally deciding that this would be the last time I saw him. At his suggestion - well, it was more of a soft command - I had shaven my entire body. My dick was smooth and my chest was hairless, as were my pits and my ass. I intended to see him one last time, get my money’s worth, then put this whole thing behind me.

The door swung inward. “Andrew! What a pleasant surprise!” It had been a few days since my last visit. He stepped aside, ushering me in. He closed the door, then led me to the living room. “What brings you here today?”

I stood with my hands behind my back, unsure how to broach the topic. It felt weird asking for money, even if we both knew that’s why I was here. “I, um… I was wondering how I could help you out today… and maybe get paid again.” I looked at my feet, unwilling to meet his eyes.

“Ahh, of course. Just a moment.” I glanced up, then watched as he left the room. He came back a minute later, a stack of cash in his hands. I felt my heart race a little faster, excited for more money but nervous about what I’d have to do to earn it.

“Another five hundred,” Frank said. He fanned the money out to prove it. “I have a few things in mind for today, as long as certain… prerequisites are in order.”

Prerequisites? What was he talking about? I was about to ask when I realized what he meant. “Ohhh, that. Don’t worry, I shaved.” I was a bit embarrassed to admit it.

“Everywhere?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Excellent,” Frank said, sitting down on the couch. He placed the money on the coffee table, then leaned back in his seat. “Go on, then. Let’s see it.”

I started with my shoes, then socks. Those hardly counted as clothes; it was my way of easing into it. Frank had already seen me naked before, but stripping in front him still made me nervous.

My shirt was next. I lifted it up over my head, revealing my bare chest. The old man remained silent, watching intently.

I took off my pants, unzipping them and sliding them down my legs, then stepping out one foot at a time. Just my boxers were left. And with the worst timing ever, my dick started to get hard.

Frank leaned forward with interest, clearly excited to see me naked.

Humiliated, I nervously fingered the edges of my underwear. I slipped my thumbs under the waistband, not quite ready to expose myself. With a deep breath, I tugged down and let them fall to the ground. My dick sprung out, standing at full attention. I kicked the boxers off my ankles, completely naked in front of Frank.

“Mmm. So smooth,” he said. He took it in for a painfully long moment, his eyes piercing every inch of my body. I desperately wanted to cover up, but I stayed put. Once he got his fill, he ordered me to turn around.

I did so, thankful I didn’t have to look at him. I bent over slightly and spread my cheeks, presenting him my clean-shaven hole. The cool air was an unusual feeling down there, something I hadn’t experienced before.

“Fuuuck, Andrew. You went above and beyond this time.” He sounded very pleased. “Come here,” he said.

Unwillingly, I turned around and faced him once more. I couldn’t explain why or how, but this whole situation had me rock-hard. I was straight. I knew that. I was only here for the money. But for some reason, I had this crazy boner that just wouldn’t go away. I took a few steps toward Frank, who sat at the edge of the couch.

“Closer,” he said softly.

I obeyed, inching closer until I was standing right in front of him. My hard cock was inches from his face.

The old man placed his hand on my chest. He admired my smooth body, sliding his hand down and across my stomach. He continued downward, his hand traveling to my dick. He took it in his hand, then gently started to stroke me. “Relax, Andrew. It’s my turn to take care of you.”

“O-okay…” I mumbled. My heart was pounding in my chest, but his touch felt too good to ignore. I let him stroke me, his hand rising and falling, tugging at my dick. It was slow and steady; just enough to keep me going but not nearly enough to make me cum.

“Close your eyes,” Frank whispered.

Again, I followed his orders. While he continued stroking my dick, his other hand gently caressed my balls. I hated to admit it, but it felt really good. I even started to thrust softly along with each stroke.

Then I gasped.

Something wet and warm surrounded my cock, which I recognized immediately as Frank’s mouth. He was sucking my dick!

“Ohhhh,” I moaned. “Frank, I- ohhh fuck.” I wanted to stop him, but halfway through I changed my mind. Just a little longer. It’s not gay if my eyes are closed… right?

Locked for Life 5 - A fancy dinner with my fiancé’s cum in my ass

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“I can’t believe we’re engaged!” Jason said excitedly. Just a half hour ago, he was filling my ass with his cum. Now we were at a fancy restaurant, sitting across from each other, all smiles.

“Me neither,” I said. I raised my glass, and he did the same. “Cheers!”

“Cheers,” Jason said in agreement. “To a wonderful marriage to come.” Our glasses clinked, and we both sipped our wine. As he placed his glass back on the table, Jason added, “Or to not cum, in your case.”

My cheeks turned red as I looked around, making sure no one had heard. “Jason!” I whispered frantically.

“What?” he said nonchalantly. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy being embarrassed. Besides, it’s true. When you agreed to marry me, you agreed to be locked forever.” He smiled, fishing out the chain around his neck and showing me the key to my cage before tucking it back into his shirt.

Before I could reply, the waitress came back to our table. “Hey folks! How are we doing here?”

“Wonderful!” I said, though I was unable to make eye contact with her. My face was flushed with embarrassment.

“Great,” she said. “I’ll be back in a few minutes with your food.” She walked away, checking in on her other tables.

“That was close,” I said with relief.

“What’s the matter? You don’t want anyone to know about your caged dick? Or wait, are you worried someone will hear about my cum that’s still inside you?” Jason smiled, completely unbothered, swirling his wine before taking another sip.

“Shh! Would you keep it down?” My dick was straining in its cage, struggling to get hard. I could feel myself leaking into the jockstrap, the sticky wet precum forming a wet spot in the pouch.

“Oh relax, Grant.” Then Jason’s face changed, his eyebrows raising with a sudden realization. “Wait. Are you hard right now? I mean, not hard, but whatever your sad version of that is?”

I nodded shamefully.

“This is great!” he said. “It’s only been a week and you’re already this pent up? We’ve got years ahead of us!”

My heart pounded in my chest. Years… That was a long time. Then it hit me. It wasn’t just a few years we were talking about; this was the rest of my life! The rest of my life without orgasm, without being able to so much as touch my dick. I hadn’t thought that far ahead. How could anyone live like that? How could I live like that? Though despite my dread, I was also incredibly turned on by it all. My dick throbbed in its cage, reminding me of something critical: I liked it. A sense of relief swept over me as I came to terms with my situation. This wouldn’t be easy, but it would be worth it. “I can’t wait,” I said, smiling at my fiancé.

The waitress came back a few minutes later and dropped off our food. The two of us dove in, excited for our meals.

“Mmm,” I said as I scarfed down my carbonara. “It’s sooo creamy.”

“Just like your ass,” Jason teased. “How’s that load treating you?”

I glared at my fiancé. “Just fine, thanks.” My hole still hummed, a mix of soreness and pleasure from being fucked earlier. I had to be careful not to let any of his cum slip out, especially since I was wearing a jockstrap. I’d die of embarrassment if it showed through my pants. It was bad enough I already had a wet spot forming on the front of my khakis, clear as day.

“I really fucked you good, didn’t I?” he continued. “You were tight at the beginning, but you loosened up pretty quickly.”

I shifted in my seat, trying to readjust the cage that barely held my cock in place. “Yeah,” I said. I leaned in close, bringing my voice down to a whisper. “Jason, you’re making me so fucking horny right now.”

He leaned in as well, staring into my eyes. “Good.” Then he sat back in his chair and took another bite of his pasta. “Grant, when we get home I’m gonna breed the fuck out of you. I want you naked, in our bed, on all fours by the time I get to the bedroom. Got it?”

My jaw dropped. While I tried to be quiet and subtle, Jason spoke openly at the table. I looked around us again, checking to see if a waiter or a nearby table had heard. I was petrified by the idea that someone might be listening. From what I could tell, we were in the clear. I turned my attention back to my fiancé. “Yes, Jason,” I said sheepishly.

“Excellent. I got your hole wet and sloppy earlier, and I plan to make it even worse when we get home.” He took another sip of his wine, looking pleased with himself.

My dick twitched in its cage. I was starting to get used to this constant horny state, and I was finding that I liked it. Maybe this arrangement wasn’t so bad after all.

I shaved myself for the man from the coffee shop

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I stood naked in the bathroom of my apartment, staring at my body in the mirror. It had been a few days since my last run-in with Frank, but his words echoed in my head: “Everything must go.” He was talking about my body hair. Chest hair, armpits, ass, and pubes… I was supposed to shave all of it.

I glanced at the fresh razor and shaving cream I bought solely for this purpose. Was I really about to do this?

I suppose I should consider myself lucky that I met Frank. Over the course of two days, I had earned a thousand dollars performing sexual tasks for him. It was degrading and humiliating, but it was also a ton of money. And if I saw him again, I could earn even more.

I considered the options before me: I could bust my ass working doubles for a week at the coffee shop, or I could spend a single afternoon with a horny old man and earn just as much, if not more. I might be straight, but the answer seemed obvious. My mind made up, I grabbed the razor and shaving cream and hopped in the shower.

I had never brought a razor to these parts of my body before. It was a weird feeling for me to lather up with shaving cream and shave myself bare. It was even weirder when I hopped out of the shower and saw my smooth body for the first time.

“Damn,” I whispered to myself. Looking in the mirror, I could see my chest muscles outlined more clearly than before. They were no longer hidden behind my dark hair. I flexed, admiring my reflection.

Next, I turned around to check out my ass. That was the most difficult part; it was hard to reach, plus I couldn’t see what I was doing. I bent over slightly and pulled my cheeks apart, taking a look. I was pleasantly surprised to see I had done a decent job. My pink hole looked pretty good, smooth and hairless like that. I kind of liked it.

Bent over, staring at my hole like that, an idea popped into my head. It was an idea that I never would’ve considered before this week. But now that it had entered my mind, I couldn’t shake it.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I muttered out loud. I placed one foot on the bathroom sink to get a better view. Then I raised my hand to my mouth and put one finger in. I made sure to get it nice and wet, then brought it back down toward my ass.

I gently touched my hole, then applied a bit of pressure. I managed to relax a bit, then push some more. An involuntary moan escaped my lips as my finger slipped inside.

As a straight guy, I never imagined fingering myself. More than that, I never imagined it would feel so good. I pulled my finger out, spat on it, then shoved it back in. I forced it deeper, exploring my ass for the first time.

I glanced down at my shaved dick. Just from fingering myself I was already hard. I shook my head. Straight guys could play with their asses too, right? I took hold of my cock with my other hand and began to stroke myself.

Looking back in the mirror, I hardly recognized myself. It felt a bit pathetic, but I was also too horny to care. I continued to finger my hole with my right hand while jerking off with my left. I pumped my dick faster, watching my hairless balls swing back and forth. I felt the normal pleasure from jerking off, plus the new sensation of being fingered. The two played off each other, steadily building pressure inside me.

The fingering felt amazing. I increased the pace, slipping my finger in and out of my tight hole. Faster, then faster still. Getting lost in the moment, I spat on my cock for lube. My other hand continued working it, running up and down its length easily now.

I was close. I jerked faster, desperate to shoot my load. I could feel it building inside me, ready to blow. Almost there.

I yelled out as I began to cum. My cock sprayed thick ropes all over the bathroom floor. Cum shot out of me like a cannon. My hole clenched tight around my finger, and I felt pleasure from both ends. It coursed through me like a wave, bringing me down to my knees. I carefully removed my finger, but continued to tug at my dick. It felt incredible; it was easily the best orgasm I’d ever had.

After a moment, the throbbing slowed. My dick dribbled out the remainder of my load and I watched it fall to the floor. I collapsed from my knees and sat on the cold tile, sweating and out of breath.

Looking around, there was cum literally everywhere. I shook my head and chuckled to myself. I had a lot of cleaning to do…

Locked for Life 4 - My fiancé bred me before our dinner date

Everyone in this story is 18+. Jason leaned in and kissed me, his massive cock entirely inside me. As he’d told me on multiple occasions, hi

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Jason leaned in and kissed me, his massive cock entirely inside me. As he’d told me on multiple occasions, his dick was a whopping eight inches long. At that moment, I was painfully aware of just how big that was.

He drew his hips back, sliding most of the way out, then pushed forward and shoved himself back in. I let out a small gasp as my hole stretched to accommodate him.

“You feel so good,” he whispered. He leaned in further, biting my ear gently while he fucked me.

“Mmmm,” I hummed in response. I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing. His cock was huge, but it wouldn’t take long for the discomfort to fade into pleasure. After a few more gentle thrusts, I started to enjoy myself.

It must have been apparent on my face, because Jason commented on it a second later. “That’s it,” he said. “Enjoy yourself. This dick is the only source of pleasure for you now.” He started thrusting a little harder than before, rocking my body back and forth on the mattress.

His words turned me on, but they also humiliated me. Getting fucked was nothing new; Jason had pounded my ass more times than I could count. But this was the first time since our engagement. The first time since I agreed to marry him, and in doing so, agreed to be locked forever. And with Jason’s comment, the reality was finally sinking in: with my dick locked away, getting fucked was my only source of pleasure.

Jason stood again. I was at the edge of the bed, lying on my back with my ass hanging over the edge. He grabbed my thighs for support and carried on, thrusting in and out of me. In and out, a bit faster than before. The entire bed began to shake with his motions.

My fiancé reached down and grabbed my caged dick. “How do you like being locked?” he asked.

“I- mmf- love it,” I said between thrusts. His dick felt so good. I could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me, stretching me out.

“Is that so? One week down,” he said, dragging his dick slowly out of me, “and a lifetime to go,” he added, forcefully ramming it back in.

“Fuck!” I shouted. I wasn’t ready for the intensity that came with that last thrust.

“What’s the matter?” he teased.

“Nothing!” I said quickly. “It’s just-”

Before I could finish what I was saying, Jason shoved his thumb in my mouth. His palm held the side of my face, his thumb pulling my mouth and cheek to the side. If I wasn’t turned on before, I certainly was now. My dick swelled in its cage, releasing a fresh ooze of precum.

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

Jason had one hand on my cage, the other halfway in my mouth. “I wath thaying that- ahhh!” His dick rammed into me again, leaving me unable to finish my sentence. The way he was fucking me, I could barely think straight.

“Come on, speak up.” The hand on my cage moved slightly. He readjusted his grip, firmly grasping my balls. He gave them a light squeeze as he waited for a response.

“Ahh!” I winced slightly, though the squeeze was less of a punishment and more of a warning. Drool was pouring down my face, his thumb still in my mouth, but I managed to force out the words. “I wath thaying that yow dick ith HUGE.”

My fiancé laughed after he deciphered my words. “That’s right,” he said. He pulled it out and slapped it onto my own dick, bouncing it a few times on the cage. “Look at the difference. My dick is massive. Yours is locked in that cage, unable to get hard, unable to cum, unable to feel anything.” He spat on the cage, then rubbed his dick across it. “The only thing you can feel,” he said, lining his dick up with my hole once more, “is this.” With that, he slammed back into me.

He continued to pound me, thrusting in and out as hard as he pleased. I couldn’t decide what was better: feeling degraded and humiliated, or simply getting fucked by my fiancé. Both made me feel amazing in different ways. With Jason’s hand still shoved into my mouth, all I could do was moan with pleasure as drool continued to run down my chin.

“Fuck, Grant. You’re such a fucking whore.” Jason was fully in his element. He reached under and around both of my thighs, grabbing them and lifting me slightly off the bed. His thrusts were relentless.

I swallowed, my mouth finally free of his hand. “Please cum in me,” I begged.

“That was the plan,” he responded.

I focused on the sensations, giving in to the only pleasure I was allowed. I felt his balls slapping into my ass, the full length of his dick sliding in and out of my wrecked hole, and the shame of knowing I would never orgasm again. “Fuck me!” I cried out. It all felt so good. All I needed was for Jason to finish the job.

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, FUCK!” Jason shouted as he came inside me. I watched with a mix of jealousy and awe as the pleasure coursed through him. His thrusts became short, milking out every drop of cum. His dick was shoved all the way in; I could feel his cock pulse and throb, sending his cum deep. It felt incredible.

When Jason finished, he slowly drew his dick out of me. He was sweating, out of breath, with a big smile on his face. “Fuck, that was good,” he said. He stood over me and wiped the remaining cum directly onto my balls. “Now put on your jockstrap and get dressed. We’re heading to dinner.”

I jerked off for the man from the coffee shop

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I stood before Frank completely naked, my face burning with embarrassment.

The old man continued rubbing his crotch, now pitching a tent in his pants. “Turn around for me,” he said.

I turned in place, showing the man my ass.

“Mmmm, that’s nice,” he said, admiring the view. “Now bend over, boy. Pull those cheeks apart.”

I did as I was told, feeling absolutely humiliated as I grabbed my asscheeks and spread them.

“You’ve got a great ass, Andrew. You’ll need to shave it before next time, of course, but it’s still great to look at.” I remained in place, letting him take it all in. Despite facing the other way, I could feel him observing every inch of my naked body.

“Thank you, sir,” I mumbled.

“Show me the front, now,” he ordered.

I stood straight once more and turned to face Frank. My dick was soft and limp, surrounded by a dark bush. He stared silently for a moment, his eyes tracing over me.

“Hmmm, yes,” he continued. “You’ll have to shave it all, I think. Your bush, your pits… everything must go before next time. Understood?”

“Of course,” I replied softly. He spoke so confidently about a next time, like he knew I’d be back. His words only added to my humiliation.

“Good,” he said. “Then why don’t you sit down and start touching yourself?”

My heart was beating a thousand times a minute. I got down and sat on the floor, then took my soft penis in my hand. I looked at him, then quickly turned away, feeling too embarrassed to make eye contact. Instead, I focused my attention on my dick. I tugged at it, desperate to make it hard, then further humiliated by the fact that it refused to grow.

“Having trouble?” Frank asked, sounding amused. “Usually it’s the old men like me that struggle to get it up.”

I decided to ignore him. I readjusted my grip and held my dick firmly in my hand, then began to stroke it. After working at it a bit longer, it finally grew hard. I continued jerking off, pumping my fist up and down, trying to speed things along so I could take my money and leave.

“There you go, Andrew.” Frank kept watching from his chair. He continued rubbing his boner over his pants, but he otherwise remained clothed. I couldn’t help but think it would be less embarrassing if he would at least jerk off too. It was almost worse that I was naked and he wasn’t.

Despite the awkwardness of it all, stroking myself felt pretty good. I started to go faster, giving in to the pleasure and moaning quietly to myself. Up and down my hand went, jerking all five inches of my dick. I closed my eyes and my mind flashed back to yesterday; suddenly I was reliving the moment Frank’s huge cock exploded in my mouth. The thing was seven inches long, and it put my own dick to shame. I shook my head and pushed the thoughts aside, focusing back on the moment.

“You’re doing great,” Frank said. “You must be close now, right?” There was a greedy look on his face when he spoke. He was excited to see me cum.

“Yes,” I admitted. I was getting close. Fuck, it felt so good to jerk off. I pounded away with my fist, feeling the burn in my arm muscles. I wasn’t used to having a spectator, especially not a weird old man, and it took a lot more effort than usual to get this far. My arm was getting tired, but I could feel the pressure building behind my dick. Almost there.

“Cum for me,” Frank commanded.

For some reason, his words sent me over the edge. “Fuck!” My dick exploded all over my chest, releasing the mountain of pressure inside me. It felt incredible; it was the best orgasm I’d had in ages. The feeling coursed through me, causing me to shudder with pleasure. I kept stroking my cock, forgetting where I was. I moaned out loud, letting the ropes of cum land on my stomach, then my bush as the waves of cum began to die down. After a solid minute of milking out every ounce of pleasure - and cum - I finally let go of my dick. Covered in cum and out of breath, I glanced up at Frank.

“How was it?” he asked. I could see a wet spot where his dick had leaked through his pants. Clearly he enjoyed the show.

“Amazing,” I said. Coming down from the orgasm, I felt even more exposed in front of him.

“I bet,” he said with a chuckle. Then he grabbed the money and slid it to the edge of the table. “Here’s your payment, as promised.”

Locked for Life 3 - Getting hot and heavy before our dinner date

Everyone in this story is 18+.

After a week of being permanently locked, I still wasn’t used to my new life. Even at work, I found myself constantly horny. Precum dripped out of me like a leaky faucet; without fail, every pair of underwear I wore was soaked through by lunch time. If I was really horny, which was most days, a wet spot would form on the front of my pants. It was extremely embarrassing , and I had to be extra careful to hide my crotch from my coworkers.

Everything I did was a reminder of my predicament. Going to the bathroom, I could no longer use the urinals like the rest of the guys. I had to find a stall and sit down just to pee. It was only a matter of time before someone noticed and asked me about it. Every time an erection snuck up on me, it was forced back down by the cage. Sitting at my desk, I had to readjust my pants to make sure the cage wasn’t so obvious. All in all, this past week was rough.

When I got home from work on Friday, I was ready for a relaxing weekend and a break from the constant arousal. If only it were that easy…

“Honey, I’m home!” I called out as I walked through the door to our apartment. I took off my shoes, hung up my coat, and went to look for my fiancé.

“In here!” Jason called back. His voice sounded distant; I could tell it was coming from the bedroom.

When I found him, he was laying out dress clothes on the bed. He had already picked out an outfit for me, and now he was working on one for himself. “What’s all this?” I asked.

“I’m taking you out for dinner,” he said. He kissed me on the cheek, then turned back to his work.

“Oh!” I said, excited. I stepped in to get a closer look at the outfit he chose for me. I saw a nice pair of khakis, a floral button-down shirt, and… “A jockstrap?” I asked out loud.

Jason smirked. “The way you’ve been leaking all week, I figured you’d want to change anyway. The jockstrap seemed like a fun change of pace.” Then he glanced down and saw the big wet spot on my pants. “Speaking of which… someone’s been horny. How’s the cage treating you?”

My cheeks flushed slightly. “Just fine,” I said. “I’m so pent up these days, but I know what I signed up for.”

“Well, you’re not the only one who’s horny.” Jason dropped the shirt he was holding, walked over to me, and kissed me hard. He grabbed my face in his hands, forcing his lips against mine and pushing his tongue into my mouth.

Fuck, that was hot. I moaned slightly, kissing him back. He forced himself onto me, running his hands through my hair, then down my back, then gently squeezing my ass. I pressed my body into his, desperate for his touch.

After a minute or so, Jason pulled away. “Grant,” he whispered, out of breath. “Take off your clothes.”

I quickly stripped and Jason did the same. A second later, he was pushing me onto the bed and climbing on top of me. He resumed our kiss, pressing his lips to mine. His hands explored my body, touching every inch of me except my caged dick. It strained against the cage, desperate to be free, but I knew that would never happen.

As our naked bodies rolled over the clothes on the bed, I felt Jason’s hard cock brush against my thigh. Without access to my own dick, there was only one thing I could ask for. “Please fuck me,” I whispered.

That was all he needed to hear. My fiancé hopped off me and went over to the nightstand. He reached in the drawer and grabbed the lube, then squirted it generously onto his dick, rubbing it in with his hand. “Come here,” he ordered.

“Yes, Jason,” I replied. I shimmied toward him, still on my back. When I got closer, he grabbed me by the legs and yanked my body toward him. My ass hung over the edge of the bed, ready to be penetrated.

I felt a slight pressure as Jason pressed the tip of his dick against my hole. A small moan escaped my lips as the head slipped in. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Jason commented as he pressed on. I was hoping he would go easy on me, but that didn’t seem to be the case. He continued forcing his huge cock inside me, inch by inch. The lube helped, but his sheer size was still overwhelming. I bit my lip and moaned softly as he filled me, all eight inches sliding in.

“You’re so- mmf- big,” I said as he buried himself inside me.

“Don’t forget it,” he said playfully.

My girlfriend’s dad fucked me while her grandpa fucked him

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. Grandpa Rick stood behind my girlfriend’s dad and rammed his cock into his hole. He caused Jerry to lurch forward, in turn forcing my girlfriend’s dad to shove his dick further into me. The two of us moaned out in sync.

“It’s been a while since I’ve fucked your ass, boy,” Grandpa Rick said.

“Mmm,” Jerry moaned in response.

I was shocked. My girlfriend’s dad was the most dominant person I’d ever met. He frequently used me, forcing me to endure whatever sexual fantasies he could come up with. And here he was getting fucked in the ass. Apparently he wasn’t the top of the food chain in this family.

“Up,” Rick commanded.

A second later, Jerry grabbed me by the hips and yanked me off the bed. We stood up together, Rick’s dick still inside Jerry and his dick still inside me. I was so fucking turned on.

“You’re tighter than I remember,” Rick commented as he thrust into my girlfriend’s dad again.

“And you’re- mmf!- bigger than I remember,” Jerry replied. He was clearly struggling to take his father-in-law’s cock. A feeling I knew all too well.

“I’ll loosen you up, just like I loosened Steven’s hole,” Rick said. He started slowly fucking Jerry, thrusting forward then pulling back out, repeating the cycle over and over.

Instead of moving his own hips in time with Rick’s, Jerry held on to my waist and pushed me forward and backward on his cock. He remained stationary, getting fucked from behind while using me like a fleshlight.

It was hard not to feel humiliated in that position. Grandpa Rick was the clear alpha in the family. That much was obvious. He continued to fuck his son-in-law, gradually picking up the pace, and I could feel the thrusts second-hand through Jerry. Mine and Jerry’s bodies lurched forward together with each pound from behind.

In the middle of the line, my girlfriend’s dad was both giving and receiving. He was a dominant man in my eyes, but he clearly submitted to Grandpa Rick when he was around. The middle was a fair position for Jerry; it was submissive enough, but he was still getting his dick wet.

And last in the line was me. The most pathetic position in the train. Jerry continued pushing and pulling me, stroking his cock with my hole, while my own dick hung limp between my legs and swung wildly with each motion. I was so embarrassed, but the burning shame only made me want it more. I deserved to be at the end of that line.

It felt so good to be used like that. My hole was humming with a warm, pleasure-filled sensation. I let out a small moan as my girlfriend’s dad yanked me back, filling my ass with his gigantic cock. I bit my lip, trying desperately not to make noise. I didn’t want Debbie or Clara coming down and seeing me like this.

It was already pathetic enough to be fucked like this, the total bottom of the group, but then I remembered that I was also the only one naked. My girlfriend’s dad had his pants around his knees while he got stuffed by Rick, and Rick himself only opened his pants enough to whip out his huge dick. Me, on the other hand… I was fully naked, my clothes stuffed away in the closet by the stairs.

A loud smack behind me turned my attention back to the room. “Arch your back, slut.” It was Grandpa Rick’s voice. Another smack echoed through the room as he spanked my girlfriend’s dad again.

“Yes, sir!” he quickly replied. Jerry shoved me off of his cock, causing me to fall to the bed. I rolled onto my back and watched as he took it from behind.

Rick was ruthless. I’d bottomed for Jerry countless times, but this was something different. Jerry probably learned a thing or two from his father-in-law, but Grandpa Rick was a true master. I watched as he grabbed Jerry by the hair and tugged, yanking his head back. “I said arch your back.” Rick placed his other hand on the man’s lower back, forcing him to arch it more.

Jerry grunted as Rick’s cock slammed into him. My dick grew hard as I watched on in disbelief.

Without breaking his pace, Rick turned and spoke to me. “What are you looking at, boy?”

I panicked. “Nothing, uh, sir!” I forced out.

“Make yourself useful then. Come lick my nuts while I fuck your future father-in-law.”

“Yes, sir,” I mumbled. I quickly dropped to the floor and crawled over until I was underneath the two of them.

I stripped for the old man from the coffee shop

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Yesterday was… strange. I’m as straight as they come, but money is money. So with rent due in a week and $500 on the table, I sucked Frank’s dick like it was my job.

Now, for the first time in months, I had a little extra money in my pocket. I promised myself I’d be responsible with it, though I did splurge a bit on dinner that night. I ordered from my favorite Thai place, hoping to get the lingering taste of cum out of my mouth.

Today was a new day. Back at the coffee shop, I showed up for my shift in a much better mood than usual. Despite being underpaid and dealing with ungrateful customers, I just couldn’t be brought down. It was around 10 o’clock when the door chimed and a familiar face entered the shop.

Frank was in a chipper mood, probably because I had sucked his cock the day before. The old man approached the counter with a big smile. “I’ll have the usual,” he said.

“Of course,” I said. “Medium coffee, a dash of milk… and no sugar?”

“Precisely,” he replied.

“Coming right up,” I told him. He paid, then I turned to work on his coffee. It was a simple order; a moment later I was handing it to him over the counter.

“Thank you, my boy,” he said. Then he leaned in and lowered his voice slightly. “If you want another tip, you know where to find me.” He took the coffee from me and made for the door, opting not to stick around this time.

Once again I found myself in a difficult position. Yesterday, I did what I had to do for some extra cash. This time, I already had the cash; at least, enough for this month’s rent plus a bit for my savings. I wasn’t in the same desperate position anymore. But what about next month? Even if I could make ends meet, I still wouldn’t be able to save much. It felt like I had to see Frank again.

~

After work, I decided to stop at my place before seeing Frank. My apartment wasn’t much; it had a single bedroom, a bathroom, and a small kitchen. It stung to know almost all of my income went towards this place. Still, it wasn’t bad for a 23-year-old guy living on his own.

I took a quick shower, then changed into some sweatpants and a hoodie. My black hair was still wet by the time I was out the door.

~

“Andrew! I knew you’d be back,” Frank said as he opened the door. The man was fully dressed this time, wearing a blue button-up shirt and tan pants. He let me in, closing the door behind me.

I walked inside, feeling a bit nervous to be here again. “So, uh… same as last time?” I asked.

“I had something different in mind.” Frank pulled out another stack of money and began counting it in front of me. “Five hundred dollars,” he said. He placed it on the table in front of him, then he pulled a chair out and took a seat. “In exchange, I want to watch you masturbate.”

“You- what?” I was taken aback. Blowing the guy was one thing, but exposing myself like that in front of a stranger… I wasn’t sure I could do it.

“You’ll have to strip first, of course,” Frank added.

My palms began to sweat. The man sat there patiently, placing his elbow on the table and resting his chin in his hand. Five hundred dollars… “Deal,” I said quietly.

His face lit up when I agreed. He sat up slightly in his chair, waiting for me to begin.

I started with my hoodie; it was a good way to ease into things. I lifted it over my head, messing up my hair slightly in the process. After that, I took off my shoes and socks. Again, pretty easy and not too revealing.

With the simple items out of the way, Frank became more interested. He leaned forward in his chair, a hungry look on his face.

I looked him in the eyes, then slowly lifted up my t-shirt. I pulled it off over my head, then tossed it into the growing pile of clothing next to me.

“You have a nice body, Andrew.” Frank smiled, then nodded for me to continue.

As if the stripping weren’t shameful enough, his comments made me feel even more exposed. With nervous hands, I struggled to untie the drawstring on my sweatpants. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I finally undid the knot, took a deep breath, and slid my pants down. They fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them, nearly tripping myself in the process. All that was left was my underwear.

“Atta boy. Almost there now.” Frank leaned back in his chair, rubbing his crotch from the outside of his pants. He was already pitching a tent.

I swallowed, a lump forming in my throat. This was it… I placed my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers and slowly tugged downward. My boxers fell to the floor, then I kicked them aside with the rest of my clothes. I stood before Frank completely naked.

Locked for Life 2 - My fiancé came on my caged dick

Everyone in this story is 18+.

The morning after getting engaged, I woke up with the craziest morning wood. Or rather, my body’s best attempt at morning wood. My cock strained against its cage, swelling up but unable to get hard. It was a strange feeling. I rolled out of bed, careful not to wake Jason up, and quietly made my way to the kitchen.

Jason and I have an agreement: the first one to wake up has to start the coffee. As I put on a fresh pot, I recounted yesterday’s events. I was engaged! I still couldn’t believe it. Though instead of presenting me with a ring, my boyfriend had proposed with a cock cage. By agreeing to marry him, I agreed to lock my dick for life.

In a way, it was kind of romantic. A ring is supposed to symbolize love and commitment, but you can easily take it off. A cock cage though… that was a bit more permanent. My dick started to chub up again, but it immediately met resistance. This was going to take some getting used to.

The scent of coffee filled the apartment. Jason wandered out to the kitchen a few minutes later, wearing only a pair of underwear and sporting a massive hard-on. “Smells good,” he said, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Good morning, my love,” I said. I walked over and kissed him on the cheek.

“Good morning, my fiancé,” he replied. Then he glanced down at his crotch. “We’re going to have to do something about this,” he said, pulling down the front of his underwear. Jason’s huge dick sprung out, all 8 inches standing tall.

“Fuuuck,” I whispered. For the third time this morning, my dick tried and failed to get hard. “How can I help?” I asked.

“You can start by taking your clothes off,” he replied. I did as he said, removing my underwear and standing naked in front of him, all except the cage. At the same time, Jason dropped his underwear to the floor and kicked them aside.

“Good,” he said. He began to stroke his huge cock. “Now lick my balls,” he ordered. I dropped to my knees right away. He stroked his cock in my face, grabbing my hair with the other hand. I eagerly lapped at his balls, dragging my tongue across each one while he jerked off. Nothing made me hornier than serving my fiancé.

“Fuuuck, Grant. You’re such a whore.” Jason was really getting into it. Suddenly he shoved the back of my head towards him. He dragged his balls across my face, smearing the saliva and rubbing his wet sack all over me. It was a degrading act that I knew he loved, and so I buried myself in the task. I forced myself deeper, letting him humiliate me, licking at his nuts whenever they came across my mouth. I moaned as he did it, letting him know that I loved serving him.

After a solid, degrading minute, he let go of my hair. “Now get back to licking my nuts, you slut.”

“Yes, Jason,” I responded. We were a perfect match; he could be so demanding, and I wanted nothing more than to be used. His dominating aura turned me on so much, it was hard to resist. My dick strained in its cage, leaking precum onto the kitchen floor. A sudden realization hit me: my dick would never grow hard again. Instead of worrying about that, I distracted myself by doubling down on my efforts.

I stuck out my tongue and resumed my job, licking his balls with a renewed vigor. I desperately wanted to suck his cock, but that wasn’t something I was permitted to do at the moment. One thing about Jason was that knew just how to play with my head; right now, even sucking cock was above my station.

“Mmmmm,” Jason moaned. He continued pumping his dick, causing his balls to swing back and forth, bouncing on my tongue. “I’m getting close,” he whispered.

I kept lapping at his balls, waiting for further direction. It came a moment later, my fiancé pulling me up by the hair, indicating I should stand. I quickly obeyed, getting to my feet and excitedly waiting for him to cum.

“Almost there,” Jason said. He grabbed my caged dick on one hand, still pumping his own dick furiously with the other. 

“Fuck!” He let out a loud grunt as he started to cum. His load shot onto my caged dick, painting it a creamy white. Thick ropes landed on my cock and balls, completely coating them and further humiliating me. It was a clear message; he was telling me that he owned me. In this relationship, he’s the only one who gets to cum. I have the privilege of serving him, and I should consider myself lucky to be allowed that pleasure.

And I did consider myself lucky. As Jason’s orgasm came to an end, I couldn’t help but smile. I looked down at the pathetic sight that was my caged dick, covered in my man’s cum. I looked back at my fiancé to see a large grin on his face. He was panting, his face was flushed, and he looked like he just had an incredible release.

A sudden click turned our attention. “Coffee’s done!” Jason said. He went over to pour a cup for each of us.

“Thanks,” I said as he handed me a mug. The two of us stood naked in the kitchen, drinking our coffee. Jason appeared calm and relaxed, while I remained pent up and horny. A wonderful start to the day. I knew then that this was going to be a long, rewarding journey.

I blew the old man from the coffee shop

Everyone in this story is 18+.

“Next!” I shouted. It was about halfway through the morning rush and I already wanted to go home.

An older man approached the counter. He was well-dressed, and he appeared to be in decent shape despite the full head of gray hair. “One medium coffee, please.”

I quickly wrote down his order. “Any cream or sugar?”

The old man looked me up and down, then smiled. “Just a dash of milk. Looking at you is plenty sweet for me.”

It took all of my energy not to roll my eyes at him. “Will that be all?” I asked.

“I suppose I can’t take you with me?” he replied.

“Your total is $2,” I said firmly.

The man handed me two singles. Great. I had to put up with flirting from some perv and I didn’t even get a tip out of it. I began to turn when the man fished something else out of his pocket. “Hold on. Take this,” he said with a wink.

My eyes widened. It was a $50 bill. As I accepted it, I noticed a small note folded with the cash. I stuffed the money in my apron and quickly unfolded the note. It read, “If you want the rest of your tip, see me after your shift.” Scribbled under that was an address. The rest? As in, more cash?

“Thank you, sir,” I said. “I’ll get started on your coffee.” As I worked on his order, my mind considered the possibilities. Realistically, there was no reason I should take him up on the crazy offer. But I also needed the cash. My rent was due next week; I could scrape by picking up a couple extra shifts, but that would just be hell. Money from a stranger was looking like the better option.

I finished making the coffee and handed it to the man. For the rest of my shift, I went back and forth on whether or not to go. But when I finally clocked out, the decision was clear. I stuffed the cash in my pocket, hung up my apron, and made my way to his home.

~

When I got to his house, I had to double check the address to make sure I wasn’t lost. The place was absolutely massive; the man must be loaded to own a place like this. I knocked on the front door and he immediately answered.

“Ah, you came! I’m glad you could make it.” The man wore a fuzzy robe and slippers, his gray chest hair poking out the front. “Please, come on in.”

I cautiously followed him inside. As I walked in, the interior confirmed my thoughts. Beautiful dark furniture, large shelves filled with books… This guy was rich.

“I didn’t catch your name,” the man said politely.

I stopped admiring the home and turned to him. “I’m Andrew,” I replied.

“Frank,” he said, extending his hand. He smiled as I shook it. “I must say, you caught my eye at the coffee shop.”

I felt a pit in my stomach. “Thanks for the tip today,” I said, trying to change the subject. “Your note mentioned there was more?” I added, hoping to cut to the chase without sounding rude.

“Ah, yes. There’s plenty more money for you. In exchange, I require a certain… sexual favor.”

I felt my palms grow sweaty. “Oh, sorry,” I said. “I’m not gay.”

“But you showed up, didn’t you?”

I didn’t say anything, waiting for him to continue.

“You’ll be compensated well, of course.” He pulled out some cash from a nearby drawer and fanned it out in front of me. It was all hundreds.

I paused. That’s why I came here, wasn’t it? For the money? “How- how much?” I asked nervously. “And what do I have to do?”

He counted out the bills in front of me, placing them into two neat piles on the dining room table. “Four hundred if you blow me, plus an extra hundred if you swallow.”

My jaw dropped. If I went through with this, I’d actually have some spare cash this month. I stared at the money on the table for another moment, then looked up at him. “Deal,” I said.

Frank smiled. “On your knees, then.”

I followed his lead, slowly getting down to the floor. I looked up at him and watched as he untied his robe and let it drop. The robe fell to the ground, leaving Frank fully naked in front of me. It was a strange sight, looking up at a man from my knees. Frank was probably in his late sixties, but he was fairly muscular. Thick gray hair covered his chest and stomach, traveling down his body. As my eyes moved downward, I was met with a huge dick staring me down, waiting to be sucked.

“Go on,” he said encouragingly.

Shakily, I reached up and grabbed it. It felt heavy sitting in my hand; his dick must’ve been about seven inches. There was no turning back now. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and took it in.

“Mmmm,” Frank moaned. “Atta boy, Andrew.”

The first thing I noticed was that it felt warm. It also didn’t really taste like anything. I took his dick as far as I could, probably about halfway, before gagging on it. I had no idea what I was doing, but I’d watched plenty of videos with women doing the same thing. I tried to copy what I had seen, stroking his dick with my right hand while bobbing my head up and down his cock.

“Fuuuck,” he said. Frank held my head in his hands and started thrusting lightly. He didn’t push me too hard; I was still mostly in control. His thrusts were shallow, enough to give him pleasure but not enough to make me gag again.

I continued working on his dick, saliva pooling in my mouth. I let it run, using it as lube for my hand. It let me glide more easily, stroking him a bit faster as I kept sucking his big dick. I paid close attention to his moans, learning what he liked and focusing on pleasing him.

“Keep going,” he said.

I opened my eyes, a thick gray bush directly in my face. Whether I liked it or not, I was in it now; I was going to earn that money. I reached up and grabbed his balls, fondling them with my left hand while stroking his dick with my right. I continued sucking him off, doing my best to appear enthusiastic about it.

“Ohhh fuck, Andrew. You’re gonna make me cum,” he whispered. His legs began to tighten up and I could tell he was getting close.

“Mmmm,” I mumbled with his cock in my mouth. I picked up my pace, forcing him deeper with each thrust of my head. I pushed him to the back of my throat, gagging on his cock but not letting up. I was almost there.

Frank tensed up completely. This was it. I braced myself as the first shot hit the back of my throat. “Fuck yeah!” he shouted.

I kept stroking, placing my mouth at the head of his cock and trying my best to catch his load. I swallowed a bit, but he just kept cumming. The room was filled with Frank’s moans as his cum coated my tongue. The old man was like a firehose, shooting rope after rope into my open mouth.

I couldn’t describe the flavor except to say it was like nothing I had tasted before. I swallowed again, still jerking off his massive cock, still taking his load in my mouth. Eventually, a final dribble came out and landed on my lips.

With a satisfied sigh, Frank plopped down into a nearby chair. “Fuck,” he said, out of breath. “You nearly sucked the soul out of me!” he added, chuckling to himself.

I licked the last drop of cum from my lips and swallowed. I made it this far; I wasn’t going to make a mistake now. Still on my knees, I looked up at him on the chair. “So it was good, then?”

“Amazing,” he replied. Then he leaned over to the table and scooped up the $500 he laid out earlier. “Come here, you’ve earned this.”

As I stood, I was embarrassed to find that my own dick had grown hard. My face flushed, my cheeks turning red. Frank held out the cash and I gratefully accepted. It wasn’t lost on him that I was pitching a huge tent in my pants.

“Thank you,” I mumbled. I pocketed the cash, then made my way to the door. No reason to linger.

“Oh, Andrew,” Frank called out.

One hand on the door, I turned to face him. “Yeah?” I asked.

“I’ll see you at the coffee shop,” he said with a smile.

Locked for Life 1 - My boyfriend proposed with a chastity cage

Everyone in this story is 18+. I leaned my head on Jason’s shoulder, watching the sun set over the water. The sky was a blend of reds and or

Everyone in this story is 18+.

I leaned my head on Jason’s shoulder, watching the sun set over the water. The sky was a blend of reds and oranges, splashes of color shimmering on the ocean’s surface. “It’s so pretty,” I whispered.

“You’re so pretty,” he said.

“Oh stop,” I replied, turning to kiss him on the cheek.

I stared into those gorgeous brown eyes and smiled at him. I couldn’t believe he was mine. Jason smiled back at me, then took a step back and knelt in the sand. I didn’t understand what was happening until he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small box. “There’s something I want to ask you,” he started.

“Oh my god.” I put my hands to my face. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Grant,” he began. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and I know what I want. You’ve always said you hate traditional… I know I’m on one knee on the beach at sunset, but I promise this is anything but.

“I want to dedicate myself to you for the rest of my life. In return, I want you to do the same for me.” He opened the box, revealing a small black chastity cage. “Place yourself in my hands, and I promise to always take care of you. So Grant, the love of my life, will you marry me?”

I stared back at him, speechless. “Jason…” I started. He waited expectantly, and it took a moment for more words to come. “Of course!” I said finally. “Yes! One hundred percent, yes!”

He let out a small sigh of relief. “I'm so glad you said yes!” he said, still kneeling. “Now drop your pants so I can get this thing on you.”

“Wait, what?”

He took the cage out of the box and held it in his hands. “I’m going to put this on you. It’s like an engagement ring, only better!”

“But right now? What if someone sees?” My mind was trying to catch up to the situation. “And how long do you expect me to wear it for?”

“Forever, duh! And yes, right now. So hurry up and drop your pants.”

Forever? I knew Jason loved me, and I knew he would always choose what was best for us. I decided to trust him. “Okay…” I said. With nervous hands, I slowly undid the front of my pants and slid them down, along with my underwear. With my pants around my ankles, I felt the cold ocean breeze reaching places it normally wouldn’t. Despite my apprehension, my dick was starting to grow.

My boyfriend reached up and held my dick in his hand. His gentle touch sent a shiver through me. His hand was barely making contact with my skin, but it still turned me on. A second later, I was fully hard. Jason chuckled and shook his head. “Hmm… I suppose it’s only fair to give you one final orgasm before we’re officially engaged. Because once I put this on, you’re never cumming again.”

My stomach dropped. He put the cage back in its box and placed that on the sand. Then, without another word, he took my dick into his mouth.

“Ohhh fuck,” I mumbled. It felt so good. I looked around to make sure nobody could see us. It was the middle of winter; the beach was empty, and I didn’t expect anyone to be around. But still, getting sucked off in public  made me nervous.

My boyfriend held my dick with one hand, stroking me while he sucked it. With the other hand he reached up and grabbed my balls, fondling them gently. The whole thing felt amazing. I looked down at him and smiled, staring into his eyes. He stared back, bobbing on my cock without breaking eye contact. As good as it felt, it was also incredibly hot to watch.

He pulled my dick out of his mouth, still stroking me. “You like that?” he asked eagerly. A string of saliva connected his lips to the tip of my dick. He stuck out his tongue and slapped my cock onto it, bouncing it a few times. Then he spat straight onto my dick, pumped his fist a few more times, and took me back into his mouth.

“Fuck, Jason,” I whispered. “You’re gonna make me cum.” It was true; the way he was sucking me off, I’d only last another minute, tops.

Hearing that only motivated him further. He forced himself down, taking my cock into his throat. All six inches, right down to the base. “Fuuuuck,” I moaned. He held himself there for a moment, then came up for air.

Once again, he rammed my cock down his throat. He grabbed my ass from behind and used it as leverage. Over and over, the entire length of my dick went in and out of Jason’s throat.

“I’m getting close,” I said between the moans and heavy breathing. “Ohhh I’m getting close!” 

He maintained the pace. I felt like I was going to blow.

“Fuck, Jason! Oh fuck! Please don’t stop!”

My dick exploded. It was like a dam had broken, releasing a flood into Jason’s mouth.

The pleasure was intense. It coursed through my body like a tidal wave, making my knees weak.

Jason kept on sucking, draining my balls and swallowing every last drop of cum. When he finished, he pulled back and looked up at me. “How was that?” he asked.

“Amazing,” I said, still reeling from the orgasm. “Maybe even the best nut of my life.”

“Perfect,” he said with a smile. He reached over and grabbed the box, taking out the cage once more. “Now you have something to remember.” My dick had already gone soft. He took it into his hands, slipping on the cage. It was a snug fit, quite comfortable but with no room to get hard. Then he grabbed a silver necklace with the key, locked the cage, and put the chain around his neck.

For the time being, I was satisfied. I was still coming down from an intense blowjob, so the cage wasn’t really a concern. If only I had known what I was getting into.

Jason stood and helped me pull up my pants. “I can’t wait to be married,” he said. Then he grabbed my face and kissed me.