Slumbering Toad
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Locked for Life 4 - My fiancé bred me before our dinner date
🕑 Added 2025-01-23 11:00:04 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+. Jason leaned in and kissed me, his massive cock entirely inside me. As he’d told me on multiple occasions, hi
Everyone in this story is 18+.
Jason leaned in and kissed me, his massive cock entirely inside me. As he’d told me on multiple occasions, his dick was a whopping eight inches long. At that moment, I was painfully aware of just how big that was.
He drew his hips back, sliding most of the way out, then pushed forward and shoved himself back in. I let out a small gasp as my hole stretched to accommodate him.
“You feel so good,” he whispered. He leaned in further, biting my ear gently while he fucked me.
“Mmmm,” I hummed in response. I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing. His cock was huge, but it wouldn’t take long for the discomfort to fade into pleasure. After a few more gentle thrusts, I started to enjoy myself.
It must have been apparent on my face, because Jason commented on it a second later. “That’s it,” he said. “Enjoy yourself. This dick is the only source of pleasure for you now.” He started thrusting a little harder than before, rocking my body back and forth on the mattress.
His words turned me on, but they also humiliated me. Getting fucked was nothing new; Jason had pounded my ass more times than I could count. But this was the first time since our engagement. The first time since I agreed to marry him, and in doing so, agreed to be locked forever. And with Jason’s comment, the reality was finally sinking in: with my dick locked away, getting fucked was my only source of pleasure.
Jason stood again. I was at the edge of the bed, lying on my back with my ass hanging over the edge. He grabbed my thighs for support and carried on, thrusting in and out of me. In and out, a bit faster than before. The entire bed began to shake with his motions.
My fiancé reached down and grabbed my caged dick. “How do you like being locked?” he asked.
“I- mmf- love it,” I said between thrusts. His dick felt so good. I could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me, stretching me out.
“Is that so? One week down,” he said, dragging his dick slowly out of me, “and a lifetime to go,” he added, forcefully ramming it back in.
“Fuck!” I shouted. I wasn’t ready for the intensity that came with that last thrust.
“What’s the matter?” he teased.
“Nothing!” I said quickly. “It’s just-”
Before I could finish what I was saying, Jason shoved his thumb in my mouth. His palm held the side of my face, his thumb pulling my mouth and cheek to the side. If I wasn’t turned on before, I certainly was now. My dick swelled in its cage, releasing a fresh ooze of precum.
“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”
Jason had one hand on my cage, the other halfway in my mouth. “I wath thaying that- ahhh!” His dick rammed into me again, leaving me unable to finish my sentence. The way he was fucking me, I could barely think straight.
“Come on, speak up.” The hand on my cage moved slightly. He readjusted his grip, firmly grasping my balls. He gave them a light squeeze as he waited for a response.
“Ahh!” I winced slightly, though the squeeze was less of a punishment and more of a warning. Drool was pouring down my face, his thumb still in my mouth, but I managed to force out the words. “I wath thaying that yow dick ith HUGE.”
My fiancé laughed after he deciphered my words. “That’s right,” he said. He pulled it out and slapped it onto my own dick, bouncing it a few times on the cage. “Look at the difference. My dick is massive. Yours is locked in that cage, unable to get hard, unable to cum, unable to feel anything.” He spat on the cage, then rubbed his dick across it. “The only thing you can feel,” he said, lining his dick up with my hole once more, “is this.” With that, he slammed back into me.
He continued to pound me, thrusting in and out as hard as he pleased. I couldn’t decide what was better: feeling degraded and humiliated, or simply getting fucked by my fiancé. Both made me feel amazing in different ways. With Jason’s hand still shoved into my mouth, all I could do was moan with pleasure as drool continued to run down my chin.
“Fuck, Grant. You’re such a fucking whore.” Jason was fully in his element. He reached under and around both of my thighs, grabbing them and lifting me slightly off the bed. His thrusts were relentless.
I swallowed, my mouth finally free of his hand. “Please cum in me,” I begged.
“That was the plan,” he responded.
I focused on the sensations, giving in to the only pleasure I was allowed. I felt his balls slapping into my ass, the full length of his dick sliding in and out of my wrecked hole, and the shame of knowing I would never orgasm again. “Fuck me!” I cried out. It all felt so good. All I needed was for Jason to finish the job.
“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, FUCK!” Jason shouted as he came inside me. I watched with a mix of jealousy and awe as the pleasure coursed through him. His thrusts became short, milking out every drop of cum. His dick was shoved all the way in; I could feel his cock pulse and throb, sending his cum deep. It felt incredible.
When Jason finished, he slowly drew his dick out of me. He was sweating, out of breath, with a big smile on his face. “Fuck, that was good,” he said. He stood over me and wiped the remaining cum directly onto my balls. “Now put on your jockstrap and get dressed. We’re heading to dinner.”
