Slumbering Toad
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Locked for Life 11 - My turn to be dominant
🕑 Added 2025-03-13 10:00:02 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+.
With a gentle push, the head of the dildo slipped into his hole.
“Ohhh fuck,” Jason moaned. He leaned back into me, forcing it to slide deeper inside him.
It was the strangest sensation: I was fucking my fiancé, but physically I felt nothing. A huge dildo hung from my waist, attached to my body by a harness. I pressed forward, pushing it further into him. Meanwhile, my own dick remained in a small cage, unable to get hard. Not for lack of trying, of course. I was almost always horny these days, my dick frequently swelling up and straining against its prison. But I hadn’t truly gotten hard in a month and a half.
“Fuuuck, Grant,” Jason moaned. “You’re so big…”
A second later I bottomed out inside him, the full length of the dildo swallowed by my fiancé’s hole. It stretched him open, but he still wanted more. I felt humiliated; if he could take something like this so easily, my dick would never have been enough. Using the strap-on was for the best.
I slowly drew my cock out of him then began to thrust. I fucked Jason with long, steady strokes, listening to his moans to find what felt best. I had forgotten what it was like to be on top.
Jason readjusted his position so that he formed a tripod, supported by both knees and one arm. With his free hand, he grabbed his dick and started jerking off. “Feels so good…” he muttered under his breath.
After a few more minutes of gentle thrusting, Jason’s moans had gotten more intense. “Mmmmm, Grant… this is so much better than your dick,” he said bluntly. “I can’t even remember the last time you fucked me.”
“Yes, Jason,” I mumbled. But I could remember it clearly. It was a few weeks before our engagement. The last time I ever fucked Jason, and one of the last orgasms I’d ever have. Had I known, I might’ve tried to enjoy it more.
Jason rocked back and forth while I fucked him, forcing himself onto the dildo. He continued moaning and jacking off, thoroughly enjoying himself while I still felt nothing. “Come on, Grant,” he said suddenly. “Surely you can do better than that. I want you to really fuck me. You know how to do that, don’t you?”
My dick swelled up once more. It was humiliating, but the longer I stayed locked, the more those degrading comments turned me on. “Yes,” I replied. I grabbed him by the waist and bucked my hips, slamming the dildo into him. I held on tight and fucked him harder and faster than before, ramming my cock in and out of his hole.
“Ohhh fuUuUuck,” Jason moaned. “That’s more like it.” He let go of his cock and placed his hand back on the bed, using both arms to brace himself against my thrusts.
“That’s right,” I said. “Take this fat fucking cock.” I yanked his hips toward me, punching deep into his ass.
“Fuck!” my fiancé yelped. It was incredibly hot watching him get fucked. Even if I didn’t get any physical pleasure from it, it was still a major turn-on.
I reached up and grabbed him by the hair, tugging on it while I fucked him. I was thrusting even faster now, and I was impressed that he was still able to take it. I leaned in, our sweaty bodies connecting, and put my lips against his ear. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be dicked down by a monster cock?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
I tugged harder on his hair, at the same time thrusting so that I was balls-deep in his ass. “What was that?” I asked. “I couldn’t hear you.”
“Oh fuck!” he shouted. “I said- mmmf- I said that- fuck!”
My thrusts were relentless. I pounded his hole even harder, still waiting for a response. “Speak up,” I commanded. I didn’t know what came over me, but I was loving it. And it seemed like he was too.
“Yesss!” Jason finally shouted. “Please, don’t stop! Fuck me with your huge cock, Grant!”
I suddenly pulled out. Before he could protest, I flipped Jason over on the bed so that he was on his back now. I grabbed him by the legs and yanked him closer, making his ass hang off the edge, and shoved my cock back into him.
He squealed as I entered him again, but I promptly ignored him. I grabbed his cock with one hand, gripping his outer thigh with the other. Then I went to town on his ass.
“Fuck, Grant! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” He was overwhelmed, but I was just getting started. I slammed into him over and over again, wrecking his ass, all the while jerking him off. Making him moan and scream like that was so satisfying.
“Do you want to cum?” I asked.
“Yes!” he shouted.
“I want to hear you beg for it,” I replied. I dropped his dick and wrapped both hands around his thighs, lifting him up slightly. I was sweating profusely, breathing heavy, but I had no plans of stopping. I slammed into his hole again and again, over and over and over, making him cry out with every thrust.
“Please let me cum,” Jason said.
“I can’t hear you,” I said firmly.
“Please, Grant,” he moaned.
“Louder!” I shouted.
“Oh please, Grant! I’m begging you! Please let me cum!” he pleaded desperately.
“Go for it,” I said.
He reached for his dick and started beating it furiously. “Please don’t stop! Oh fuck, I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum!”
With one more forceful thrust, his dick started spraying everywhere. I watched my fiancé’s face, the pleasure apparent in his expression. He bit his bottom lip, still jerking off, pumping his fist up and down that huge dick of his. Thick, creamy ropes shot across his chest, some shooting as far as his chin. It was like a fountain the way it poured all over him.
While he was still cumming, I slipped the dildo out of him. In its place was a gaping, stretched out hole. I had thoroughly destroyed his ass. I shook my head, grinning, then wiped the sweat off my brow.
Jason was nearly finished now. He was slowly stroking himself, milking out the last drops of cum. A moment later, he sighed and let his head fall onto the bed. “That was incredible,” he said.
“I’m glad,” I replied. I stood over Jason, admiring the aftermath of my work. His dick had started to go soft now, and his body was covered in cum. I glanced down at the dildo attached to my waist, then I looked past it, to my bulging penis trapped inside its cage. It was glistening with precum, wet strings spanning the distance between the cage and my thighs. It was a huge mess.
Once again, I was left horny while Jason was satisfied. I exhaled, then smiled despite the circumstances. Sure, I was still horny and frustrated, but I was also pleased with myself.
Of course I missed my life of freedom, and by no means was this new life easy. But I was beginning to find a purpose in it. Staying denied wasn’t just about being horny all the time; it was about pleasing my man. And tonight, I had fucked him in a way I never could have before. I could at least take pleasure in that.
