When I’m in chastity, I get needy. Like really needy. That’s generally why I don’t lock up long-term; even the most attentive dom can’t keep me occupied for longer than a few days. That’s not to say I don’t enjoy it, but it’s a kink I enjoy in small doses (compared to your obedient lockedboi).
Today was one of those days. I hadn’t slept well and woke up feeling submissive. I texted with my Dom and he recommended I lock up while my bf was at work. I disrobed, slicked the cool steel with water based lube and pulled my balls through. The cage slid over my chubbing cock and I clicked the lock closed.
After dropping my bf off, I ran to the grocery. Had some pleasant conversations with a few other shoppers, during which I relished in the feeling of the thong between my asscheeks and the heavy cage around my dick.
By about noon, I was leaking precum through my jeans. I didn’t really have any intention of meeting up with anyone, but I opened the apps all the same. To see what was happening, I reasoned.
“I guess I’m not your type?”
The message sat in my inbox. These usually needle me, but I’m always willing to read them at least. He’d messaged me a week ago with comprehensive pictures: face, cock, body. An older bear, he had a smaller, thick cock. He looked handsome in an unassuming way. He looked intriguing, but when I saw that he was 15 miles from me, the mystery of why I’d ignored his message the first time was resolved.
He had more to say. “You might be more interested in my husband” followed by a similarly comprehensive photoset of a mid-40’s everyday man, a business professional haircut and a heavy cockhead. Both were much older than me (24 at the time of writing this), but that's never deterred me before.
“You two make a sexy couple” I said.
We spoke from there, though only a handful of messages were exchanged before my locked dick was making the decisions for me. The bear really enjoyed my slight body: at 140 lbs and 5'10", I was solidly in the twink demographic. He invited me over to lick his balls for as long as I wanted. His wfh husband would pop in between teams meetings. I’d get to eat their loads. I asked for the address.
My choice of underwear was a logistical decision. I knew I’d be leaking almost constantly in my cage, so I wanted something to absorb some of it. Though, I still wanted to look like a good, submissive, bottom bitch. I decided on my grey jockstrap; it was well worn & I self-indulgently wanted to add some more musky seasoning to the garment. It would also display my hole proudly.
I stepped in the car, reading my messages one last time before the drive. “My husband wants you to know that he went to the gym this morning,” he explained. “He’ll try to get away from his desk for a shower, unless that’s a thing for you.” My boy dick surged and I felt a drop of precum seep into the pouch of my jock. “That’s very much a thing for me. If he’s comfortable, no shower please!” Even more excited, I pulled out of the driveway.
30 minutes later, I pulled up to a standalone single-floor home. I knocked on the door and was greeted by the bear. He walked me inside, where I saw a pillow on the floor in front of an armchair. It’s cute that he wanted to be nice to me. I was kind of in the mood to be tossed around a bit, but this guy seemed like he was more interested in enjoying my mouth. He even handed me a washcloth, which was very generous.
I immediately stripped down to my jockstrap. I love being naked and lusted over, and he was happy to play his part in that dynamic. He checked out my chest, my legs, and he was especially interested in my locked cock. He held the cage for a moment before allowing me to drop to my knees under him. He took off his pants and underwear. His flaccid dick was short, the circumcised head making up about half the length. His balls were pulled securely to his body, barely-visible lumps against the wrinkled mound of his scrotum. Fat collected in a lightly-hairy triangular pouch above his cock. He sat down, spreading his bare legs. He bracketed my knelt body with his calves and feet.
I started with exploratory sniffs. I was still getting used to him, and how he would use me. Quickly, though, I discovered he was verbal. He moaned, even at my tentative licks. He urged me on and I began to lick his inner thighs, squeezing more pleasured groans from him.
I settled into a routine, sampling everything his crotch had to offer. I sucked his slowly-hardening shaft, taking the opportunity to work on my head game. With such a short penis, it was easy to loll my tongue around his sack as I suckled on his length. Then I’d take breaks to lick stripes across his thighs. He’d let me know that he had nowhere to be and I could spend as long as I wanted licking & worshipping his body. That’s precisely what I did.
Then, another man was standing beside us. I didn’t redirect my attention until the bear did; I was serving him, and I didn’t want to make it seem like I was ready to move on. He looked more shy; a bit less confident, but still domineering and sexy.
“His mouth is really good,” the bear commented. That lit a fire in me—I love being talked about like I’m not there. Hearing what men think about me. Their observations and judgements, their fixations. Not direct compliments, but indirect praise. “He’s locked too.”
I leaned back, mouth popping off of his cock. I pulled the pouch of my jockstrap to the side, my metal cage jingling as it swung free. They remarked on it for a while, the bear angling my cage up to show my tight pair of balls. I tapped them, giving the two men tacit permission to get a little rough. They enjoyed the novelty of tapping on them as well, but didn’t want to overstep. Still, hot.
“Alright, I don’t have a lot of time,” the husband said. “And, you know, sorry about the smell.”
“I think he likes it.”
“Yes,” I spoke, finally. “I’m really excited actually.”
“Well, if my smell isn’t your thing, just let me know…” as if!
The bear got up and his husband tapped in, sitting down in the same seat before doffing his pants and underwear. I leaned in and gave his low-hanging balls a long sniff. The musk was so sexy; it was subtle but the sweaty, manly B.O. turned me on so much. I relished in the smell, licking at his sweaty skin for a few seconds before I wrapped my lips around the prominent ridge of his cockhead and started to blow him.
He was longer than his partner and got erect much faster; the upward-curved shaft and thick head proved a challenge I was thrilled to meet. I gave him the best sloppy head I could, hoping to taste his seed before the chime of his next teams meeting.
As I worked on his dick, I felt wandering hands on my cage.
“Jeez,” I heard the bear say above me. “He’s leaking like crazy. He’s loving it.”
I hummed my agreement. I kept throating the husbands dick with as much skill as I could muster.
“Hold on, I’m going to stand up.” We shifted so that I was seated below his cock, knelt to meet it at eye level when he stood next to the chair. He instructed me to grip at the base, hard, and blow him.
I could feel the husband’s legs start to shake, knowing that an orgasm was nearing. “Careful, don’t nut,” I heard. Confusingly, though, it was the hubby telling the bear to be cautious, I only saw him out of the corner of my eye, but he’d been masturbating while watching the two of us and was apparently quite close. “I know,” the bear agreed. He held his husband as I kept the pressure up, adding more and more bells & whistles until I could feel the surge of fluid along the shaft.
Now, I’ve swallowed a few loads in my day. Nothing podium-worthy, but I’d like to think I know a thing or two. This guy had an unprecedented orgasm: his semen shot into my mouth, stream after stream in quick succession. The volume overwhelmed me quickly, and I swallowed down two full mouthfuls while a third overflowed my mouth. The taste was intense, slightly sour and creamy. I licked what had dribbled down my chin, greedy for his abundant cum.
The husband recovered his breath, thanking me as soon as he could. He rose, grabbed his pants & underwear, and left to his home office again.
And it was, once more, the bear and I. He sat back down, his cock harder now after watching his husband’s orgasm. Before I went back to his dick, he wanted to play with my cage some more. I sat back, knees together, caged sex on display. He wandered his hands up and down my body, along the flats of my pelvis, and under my ballsack. My dick, erect and obscenely strained through the bars of my cage, jumped each time his hands got close. I shivered as he raised the cage, running his forefinger through the stream of precum. “Neither of us precum at all. Guess you always want what you don’t have.” I punctuated his compliment by squeezing a huge drop of precum free, coating his thumb as he held the cage firmly.
I settled back into my role of service, though he said that I’d earned licking his pits and nipples after bringing his husband to orgasm. I licked long stripes from the pert nipple to his hairy pit, making sure to coat the stripe of skin with my saliva. It tasted of deodorant, but I didn’t care. I wanted to serve. To be a good boy.
His moans became more frequent and desperate. I was entering the endgame; I could feel him getting closer. I made eye contact with him, swirling my tongue around the cut head of his penis. I used my hand to knead at his balls and rub his belly. I nodded my head as I sucked his cock, encouraging him to let his load loose.
With some squealing groans, he came. The milky white cum oozed from his slit, and in contrast to his husband, was barely more than a teaspoon. Still, I hungrily drank it down. The flavor was sweet and light and I would’ve gladly downed it by the quart.
As I tried to rise to my feet, I realized my legs had gone to sleep. I’d been sat on that cushion for over an hour at that point. The time had really gotten away from me.
I got water and hung out for a bit, enjoying how I was looked at in my cage. He inspected it again after he’d put his clothes back on, more out of curiosity than horniness. I answered his questions, mindful to catch the strands of precum that involuntarily leaked from my caged dick. I got back in the car, two loads heavier and much happier. Now, I had to pick up my boyfriend from work. As I drove off, I looked forward to huffing my jock and remembering this encounter. Maybe, if I’ve earned it and got unlocked, I could even jerk off thinking about the bear and his husband. Maybe.
