Locked Lives

The next afternoon Erik and I went to brunch with some friends and then to some galleries. There was the usual dynamic of me being ignored which I don’t care about anymore. I’ve had sex with all of them and I’m just an object to them. I feel good about things now. I may not get hard or cum anymore, but I still feel it and I have the love of the man I worship. I’ve gotten over monogamy.  We went home for a while.

“Isn’t this life?” said Erik that night to Andrew. We were at Andrew and Bradley’s great Central Park West apartment. Erik and Andrew were nude on the terrace laying back on a couch while Bradley and I were nude in our cages on the floor before them taking turns sucking their cocks. “It sure is” said Andrew. Bradley had moved back in, having been living in Astoria.

"That was a great party last night! Bradley is so durable. Sometimes I’m amazed at what I’ve had Michael do.”  “You know how it is. Once you lock them, they’re up for anything. My boss wants Bradley again. Just text him anytime I said.” “Michael’s services have landed me several event clients. They’re prime assets.”

“He’s got plenty of time to do my boss. I made him quit his job” said Andrew. “Wow!” “We don’t need his pathetic salary. An associate editor at a shitty publishing house? I just got another raise. I called Bradley’s father and told him he could stop his allowance. I would be covering everything. He was so happy to have him off his hands. He doesn’t have a problem with Bradley being gay but being so useless. I got rid of the cleaning lady. That’s his department. He goes with me to the gym and wipes down the equipment before and after for me. Fetches me weights. I've shared him my workout buddies. He walks dogs for my neighbors. He’s good for picking up shit and sucking cock.”

“Put on a show for us” said Erik. Bradley and I looked at each other while we were on the floor. Then he leaned in and kissed me. We started making out and grinding our cages against each other’s. We rubbed our cages against each other’s asses. All while Erik and Andrew stroked their cocks and commented. Erik tossed  a two-headed black dildo and a bottle of lube on the floor. There was a brief pause. I picked it up and lubed it. Bradley silently crept around, and I held it up and we mutually inserted into our assholes and fucked ourselves with it shimmying back and forth until we were ass to ass with it shoved up inside of us. We were both yelping animalistically. Erik and Andrew sat on the couch jerking their slick hard cocks.  “

We all moved to the bedroom. Erik told me to get on all fours. Andrew was lubing his cock and Erik lubed my ass. He thrust in me and began fucking me. It was great as Bradley watched. “To celebrate our deep bond, we all have there’s something special.” Said Erik as he lubed his cock and walked around Andrew and me. Andrew was fucking me and then I felt Erik’s attempt to get his cock in me at the same time. “No!” “Shhh” I felt my hole incredibly being stretched. open by the two large cocks as I was being double penetrated for the first time.  I was sobbing loudly as the two men battered me. They were grunting and I felt Erik cum in me and virtually at the same time Andrew came. After the pulled out of me I felt so empty. I was gushing from my cage.

It was late and we all got into bed. Erik and Andrew on opposite sides with me and Bradley in the center next to each other. The next morning, we went to brunch nearby and then cabbed to the East Village. We went to the tattoo parlor and Erik, Andrew and I watched as Bradley was tattooed just above his ass with Andrew’s initials and wings flowing. After Bradley got his crewcut, we got cabs and went separately to our homes. I later learned on Locked Men that Bradley was very popular at the Eagle that night.