Everyone in this story is 18+.
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.”
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