Locked for Life
Copyright© 2025 by SlumberingToad
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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 Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex
Everyone in this story is 18+.
A month into our engagement, Jason and I had fallen into a rhythm. My fiancé would cum every day, sometimes more than once, while I remained caged and denied. I was horny as ever, and he was more than content to keep me that way.
I tried to ignore my dick straining in its cage as I continued tidying the apartment. Our friends were coming over soon; it was no time to be my usual horny self. I barely finished wiping down the table when I heard knocking at the door.
“I’ll get it!” Jason called out.
Jason and I endearingly referred to Bobby and Eric as “the other gay couple.” They were our closest friends, and we absolutely adored them. We usually saw them more often, but we hadn’t had time since our engagement. After a few hugs and some excited chatter, the four of us settled down around the table. I poured us each a glass of red, courtesy of Eric, then sat next to Jason.
“Thanks, Grant,” Bobby said. He twirled his glass, watching the wine spin for a moment before turning back to me. “So are you gonna show us your rings, or what?” he demanded.
I went into a small panic as I tried to come up with an excuse. “Um, we don’t, uh...” I stuttered. How was I going to explain that we didn’t have rings because my fiancé proposed with a chastity cage instead?
Before I could say more, Jason came to the rescue. “We haven’t picked them out yet,” he said calmly. He placed a hand on my thigh and squeezed gently.
I felt a sense of relief wash over me. That disappeared just as quickly when Jason’s hand remained on my thigh, then slipped up toward my crotch. He gave me another squeeze and left his hand there, casually sipping his wine with the other.
I decided it was best to change the topic. “So ... what are we playing tonight?” I asked.
Bobby and Eric glanced at each other, looking both excited and nervous. It was Eric who spoke first. “We wanted to try something different tonight...” he said.
“Strip poker!” Bobby blurted out. He could hardly contain himself.
“Strip poker?” I repeated. “I-”
“We love that idea!” Jason said, cutting me off.
My heart sank. I was terrible at poker. What if I lost all my clothes? What if I ended up naked and they saw my caged dick? It would be so embarrassing.
I looked over to Jason. By the way he was grinning, he must have been thinking the same thing. The difference was, he wanted me to be embarrassed.
And so the four of us sat around the table, drinking, laughing, and playing cards. A few rounds later, it was evident that my poker skills hadn’t gotten any better over the years.
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