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.
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