Slumbering Toad
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Pleasure and Denial 1 - Degrading Blowjob
🕑 Added 2025-07-02 10:00:07 +0000 UTCAuthor’s note: This story takes place after Locked for Life 24.
Everyone in this story is 18+.
“Please,” I pleaded desperately. I was on my knees in front of my boyfriend, my dick straining in its cage. It had been three days since my last orgasm; three days since my boyfriend locked my dick in this tiny prison. To say I was horny would be an understatement.
“Mmm, I don’t think so,” Eric replied with a grin.
“You’re not gonna keep me locked permanently, are you?” I asked nervously.
My boyfriend let out a hearty laugh. “Thinking about poor Grant, are you? No, I don’t think so. I enjoy teasing your cock too much for that.”
“Then how much longer?”
Eric smirked. “Until you earn it,” he replied.
“And… how do I do that?”
My boyfriend dropped his pants to his ankles. “You can start by sucking my dick.”
I smiled. That was something I could do. I grabbed Eric’s dick in my hand and began to stroke it, eyeing it hungrily. But that would have to wait. If there was one thing I knew about my boyfriend, it was that he loved getting his balls licked. I eagerly lapped at his nuts, dragging my tongue across each one, listening to the sweet sound of my boyfriend’s moans.
“Fuuuck,” he whispered. His hands went straight to the back of my head, pushing me deeper between his legs.
I opened wide and pulled his left nut into my mouth, sucking on it, dancing my tongue across the surface. Eric shuddered from the stimulation, taking quick, sharp breaths.
My right hand continued to jerk his impressively large cock. I was well aware of our size difference, something that was only further exacerbated by the cage around my dick.
The fact was, Eric was hung and I wasn’t. It was a bit embarrassing when we first started dating, but by now it had become just another symbol of our dynamic. Eric was dominant and controlling, muscled and hairy, with a dick to match his attitude. Meanwhile, my dick was significantly smaller. I was totally submissive, always ready to give in to his demands, desperate to serve more than anything else. My boyfriend’s needs came before my own, and I liked it that way. It felt right. I might’ve been new to the cage, but not to what it represented.
“Suck the other one,” Eric whispered.
I grinned - as much as I could with my boyfriend’s left nut in my mouth - then moved over to the other one. I sucked and tugged gently, eliciting further moans up above. This was exactly how he liked it. I’d had a lot of practice perfecting it.
“Mmmm, that’s it,” he moaned. “Now take both, you slut. Suck your boyfriend’s fat nuts.”
My dick swelled in its cage, still unaccustomed to this new confinement. I loved dirty talk. I opened even wider, taking his whole sack into my mouth. I sucked gently, still jerking him directly over my head. I could make him cum from this alone; I’d done it plenty of times before. But I had more work to do if I had any hopes of getting out of this cage.
After another minute of that, Eric let go of my head. I took that as a signal to move on. I moved up to his dick, staring it down for a second before taking it into my mouth.
“Ahhh,” Eric sighed.
I pushed down, taking a few inches into my mouth. I let my saliva lubricate his cock, making it easier to stroke him and also easier to take more into my mouth on successive passes. A few more bobs on his dick and I was sucking more than half of it. The rest was firmly gripped by my hand. I stroked and sucked, twisting and bobbing and jerking all at once. An expert blowjob from an expert sub.
My boyfriend placed his hands on the sides of my head, then began to thrust gently. Not so much that I couldn’t handle it; just enough to drive me wild. Here on my knees, I was in my element. Cock-sucking was one of my favorite things. It was such a degrading act to submit myself to Eric in this way. It made me feel so dirty, so used, and I just couldn’t get enough of it.
“Fuuuck, Bobby. Keep it up and you just might earn a reward.”
As if sucking Eric’s dick weren’t enough of a reward for me. Still, I maintained my pace, taking a little more of him into my mouth with each passing minute. Eric had the biggest dick I’d ever had the pleasure of servicing, which meant it wasn’t an easy thing to do. Tears formed in my eyes as I forced him down my throat, then gagged on his tremendous cock. But I simply couldn’t stop. I deepthroated him once, twice, three times before coming up for a breath, tears streaming down my cheeks, a wet and sloppy smile on my face.
“It feels so fucking good, babe.”
“Thanks. I try,” I said with a grin.
I went to resume the blowjob, but Eric stopped me. “Not so fast,” he said.
I looked up at him from my knees, hungry for more cock. “What?” I asked.
He smirked. “Sit back on your heels and open your mouth.”
Precum dripped from the cage as my dick tried desperately to break free. This was it. I leaned back, resting on my heels, then opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue for Eric.
“Good boy,” he whispered. He took his cock into his hand, jerking it furiously as he stood there, towering over me. “You want my cum?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
He was stroking hard, heading straight towards the edge. “How badly do you want it?”
“So badly,” I replied. “Please, Eric. Cum in my mouth.” I stuck my tongue back out, waiting to catch his load.
My boyfriend bit his lower lip, fully focused now. His breathing turned to short and shallow breaths while he jerked off in front of me. Quiet moans turned into grunts. Almost there.
“Fu- I’m gonna- oh- oh- FUCK!”
Eric blew his load straight at my face. I flinched and shut my eyes as the first few ropes hit me. They landed on my forehead and cheeks, coating me with cum. It was so degrading, so incredibly hot in the most perfect way.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Eric moaned as he continued cumming. His breathing was labored, the sounds interrupted only by further grunting as he rode out the orgasm.
The rest of his load reached my mouth. Some of it coated my lips, but more hit my tongue, warm and thick, tasting both sweet and salty. I stared up at him with my mouth open, desperate for more, loving the feeling as each additional rope hit me. As the orgasm dwindled, I licked my lips for one last taste before finally swallowing.
“Stick out your tongue,” my boyfriend ordered.
I did as he said, half-smiling as he wiped the last drops of cum from the tip of his dick directly onto my tongue. Then he stuck his fingers in my mouth, making me clean them off one by one. I was so fucking horny, I’d do anything in that moment. To be fair, I’d do anything in most moments; I was a horny submissive slut who loved to serve, and Eric was more than happy to take advantage of that fact.
Finally finished with me, Eric plopped down onto the bed behind him. He shook his head, grinning widely. “That was so good,” he said.
“Thanks,” I replied. I glanced down at my dick, still straining wildly in the cage. I took a deep breath, then looked back at my boyfriend. “So… do you think I earned a release?”
