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.
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