Locked for Life
Copyright© 2025 by SlumberingToad
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - A romantic proposal with a twist... a cock cage instead of a ring.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Consensual Reluctant Romantic Gay Fiction DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Masturbation Oral Sex
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.”
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