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Locked for Life 36 - Wedding Reception 4
🕑 Added 2025-09-08 10:00:06 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+.
“Ready?” Jason asked me. He dropped his pants to his ankles, revealing an already-hard, leaky, monster of a cock.
“Yes, Jason,” I said with a nod. What a wild night it had been so far: married, then fucked by my newly wed husband; late to the reception, then fucked by our hung friend Eric; left alone with Bobby, then given an insane facial. And now we’d gone full circle, with me about to be fucked by my husband again.
I moved to push off the ground, but my wedding ring caught my eye. It sent a shiver through me, straight through my core and right down to my dick. Permanently caged. Bobby may be locked like me, but at least he got to come out now and then. That option was off the table for me. First emotionally, as I committed myself to Jason when he proposed. But then physically, as my husband had finally given me the key to keep safe - in the form of a wedding band. He had the key melted down, then reformed into a lovely ring of which only the two of us knew the true origin.
Bobby sat on the sidelines, the key to his own cage in hand. He had just cum moments earlier, all over my face, so he wasn’t exactly rearing to go. Still, getting to unlock yourself was an opportunity you’d never passed up. He shoved the key into the lock and freed himself; a deflated, soft cock was the result. For his sake, I hoped he’d be able to get hard again. Not being able to use his freed dick sounded miserable.
I finally attempted to stand, but before I could, Jason’s hand was on my shoulder. “Not so fast,” he said with a sly grin. “Stay on your knees. We need to get you cleaned up.” He stepped closer, then wiped his dick across my face. It glided across my cum-covered cheeks, pushing Bobby’s load towards my mouth. “Open wide,” he ordered.
I did as asked. Jason made me suck his cock, licking and swallowing to clean off the rest of our friend’s load. I traced my tongue around my lips hungrily once I was finished, feeling like a true whore, wishing there were more. Only then did he let me up off the damp ground.
“There, isn’t that better?” he asked.
“Much better,” I agreed. I was the caged version of rock-hard down below, swollen and bulging out of every crevice.
“Good.” Jason stepped around me, itching to put his dick in me. “I assume Eric got you nice and loose?”
“Yes,” I said quickly, thinking back to earlier.
“Even better. So you don’t need any warming up then?”
“No. Not at all.” I arched my back, presenting my ass to him.
He reached forward and put his arms under my armpits, then wrapped them up and around the back of my head. Like a headlock of sorts. His dick pressed against my hole, rubbing against the entrance, threatening to slip inside. He leaned in close, breathing in my ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” he whispered.
“Do it,” I begged. “I want you to fuck me until my legs get weak, then keep going. Fuck my brains out, Jason.”
I was unable to move, unable to resist. He held me firmly in place, rocking his hips back and forth, teasing my hole. “You like that?” he taunted.
“Yes,” I breathed. “I need more. Please.”
He pushed forward, and in one swift motion his cock slid inside.
“Fuck!” I yelped. I wanted it, but I didn’t expect to be filled so suddenly. The transition from empty to full caught me by surprise, and I was gasping for air as I tried to relax again.
“Aw, what’s wrong, babe? Can’t take a little pounding?” He pulled back, easing the pressure, then slammed forward again.
“AH!” I yelled out. It was overwhelming. The pain and the pleasure were one. I just needed a little more time to get used to it, but that was a luxury I didn’t have. Jason wound up and pummeled into my ass again, then again, each time harder than the last.
He fell into a rhythm, thrusting and clapping my cheeks, enjoying me like a new toy. The pain steadily faded, and soon it was all pleasure. My yelps faded too, replaced by soft moans at first, then louder ones, until the two of us were fucking and moaning and grunting in the garden. Our bodies were one, with my husband maintaining his hold on me, that headlock grip turning me on and making me feel more and more like the whore I was.
Off to the side, I caught a glimpse of Bobby stroking his little dick, finally hard again after watching us fuck. “Bobby looks like he’s ready to go,” I managed to say between thrusts.
“Mmm, you’re right. Come here,” Jason said to him. He released his hold on me, then bent me over forcefully so I was at the perfect dick-sucking height. “You can use Grant’s mouth.”
Bobby hurried over, eager for a piece of the action. He was lucky; Jason was being more than generous by sharing me, especially after Bobby had his caged orgasm.
A moment later, I was getting stuffed from both ends like I was on a spit. The two of them thrusted into me, with Jason’s hands on my hips and Bobby’s hands on my face. Back and forth, my body rocked between them, pleasuring both of their dicks. My own dick swung uselessly below, hard in its cage as usual.
The fucking continued, getting rougher and louder as time went on. I felt my hair get pulled, then a spank to my asscheeks. I felt pathetic and degraded, completely at the mercy of the men I served. And I loved it. To me, there was no better feeling than being used.
Bobby was the first to cum. He thrusted forward, forcing his cock as deep as it would go. His dick exploded the moment his balls hit my chin, shooting thick ropes down my throat.
Then Jason unloaded in me. He bucked hard, pulling me into him and grunting loudly. “Fuuuck,” he said in low growl. His grip tightened on my waist. He continued thrusting, but more slowly now, milking out every last drop inside me.
I was in a daze. I’d satisfied so many cocks today it was hard to keep track. And I was so horny. So pent up. I got to cum earlier, and now that I knew it was a possibility, that was all I could think about. I wanted to cum again. Badly.
Both of them finished having their way with me, Jason and Bobby slipped their cocks out. I collapsed to the ground, catching my breath, with a smile on my face. “Jason,” I breathed. “Can I please cum?”
My husband laughed. “What makes you think I’d let you cum now?”
“I just- I thought- since it’s our wedding day and all…”
“Didn’t I already make you cum earlier?” he said harshly. He was talking about the anal orgasm I had right after we were officially wed. He fucked my brains out until my dick exploded in its cage. I shuddered thinking about it.
“Yes,” I said softly. My cheeks were burning. Now that I’d gotten a taste, I needed more. “But-”
“No,” he said firmly. “Once is enough. Or have you forgotten your place?”
“No, Jason,” I replied desperately. I crawled on hands and knees towards him. “Of course not.”
“Good. Then let’s get going. We’ve been missing from the party too long. It’s our own wedding, after all!”
I smiled, trying to shift my attitude. He was right. Despite my submissive horny brain’s thinking otherwise, tonight was about more than just sex. It was a celebration. “Okay,” I said more cheerfully. “Let’s go.”
I took Jason’s hand, with me naked and him fully clothed again, and we started our walk back up the path. Bobby followed close behind, cage back in place, with the key returned to my husband and on its way back to Eric.
Three loads of cum in my ass, plus the load I swallowed from Bobby. I’d remember this night for the rest of my life.
