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“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.
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