Locktober Day 5: Locked, Teased, and Sounded

I woke up to the familiar feeling of Addison’s warm tongue running across my balls. Before I could even fully register what was happening, I felt a light pressure and then heard the distinctive click of the lock. A rush of relief hit me as she unlocked my mini steel cage, and I felt my cock start to grow—slowly at first, but before our eyes, it expanded to its full, impressive length and girth. "I might have to keep you locked up more often if that's what you're hiding," Addison teased, her eyes wide as she stared at it in surprise. I couldn't help but feel proud of myself too, finally getting to see it fully erect after days of denial made it all the more satisfying.

“You’ve been a good boy,” she murmured, her lips curving into a sensual smile as she glanced at my face. “I noticed you didn’t sleep well last night,” she added, before leaning down to wrap her lips around my precum-soaked knob.

The blowjob that followed was slow and sensual, like Addison was savoring every moment. I lasted what felt like an eternity, my balls aching from days of teasing and denial, still constricted by the base ring from my cage. The pressure grew tighter and tighter until finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I released into her mouth, my body shuddering from the intensity.

Even after I stopped pulsing, Addison continued, her tongue still working me as she sucked the last drops of cum from me. “You deserved that,” she whispered, licking her lips. “That was a lot.” She milked the last few drops out with her hands before kissing the tip gently. “Go take a shower while I take care of myself,” she ordered playfully.

“Can’t I join?” I asked, still catching my breath. “Nope,” she grinned, pulling out her small bullet vibrator. Defeated, I jumped into the shower, and over the next few minutes, through a soft buzz of the vibrator and soft moans I could hear Addison bringing herself to multiple orgasms. It didn’t take long before my cock started getting hard again as I was only allowed to imagine what was going on in the other room.

Suddenly, Addison poked her head into the bathroom. “Okay, that’s enough. Get out so I can lock you up before you get any more ideas,” she said cheekily. I dried off, stepping out as she picked up my cage. “It’s going to be a while before he comes back out to play,” she teased, locking me up again.

Just as I was about to relax, Addison dropped another bombshell. “Oh, Lilly will be here soon. Do you mind if we talk about some stuff?”

“What kind of stuff?” I asked, feeling a little insecure. “Just maybe about our journey and how chastity has changed our relationship,” she said, sounding casual, though I could tell she had been thinking about it for a while. “I don’t know what Lilly’s going to ask, but I want to be able to talk to her about it. We don’t really have many people to discuss this with.”

After a moment of consideration, I said, “Go for it. Just nothing too personal. I’m not really into humiliation.” “You know I wouldn’t do that to you,” she reassured me. I could tell this meant a lot to her, so I didn’t push it further.

As the morning went on, I finished up a few chores around the house. Addison, of course, lingered nearby, teasing me with playful promises of what was to come later. It wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door. “Lilly’s here!”.

I greeted her with a quick hello before excusing myself to the kitchen to make a coffee. As they chatted, I couldn’t help but overhear bits and pieces of their conversation. Lilly was curious. She mentioned that she’d been seeing a lot of stuff about it on social media lately, and that one of her friends from work wears a key around her neck but she never had the nerve to ask about it.

At some point, Addison mentioned that she had been writing blogs about chastity and that she was doing an interview series with couples who were into it. Lilly sounded stunned, but also genuinely intrigued. “I had no idea you were so kinky!” she said.

As their conversation continued, I heard Lilly drop her voice, clearly nervous but curious. “So.., how’s Brax doing with his... situation?" Lilly’s voice was teasing but curious. She was fishing for details. “Does he get to cum? Is he… locked up right now?”

Addison chuckled. “Everything’s consensual, of course. We both have our limits. But yeah, it’s just fun we get to have together. I get to keep him horny for me all the time and the cage is a constant reminder for him that I have control. And he can't just “take care” of the problem if you know what I mean”.

Lilly was silent for a moment, clearly processing what she was hearing. Then, in a slightly more hushed tone, she asked, “And is he locked right now?”

Addison was nodding as I walked into the room. Biting her lip with a playful grin on her face. Both of them looked up at me, and Lilly’s eyes went straight to the bulge in my pants. She took a long, hard look before glancing back at Addison with a curious expression. “You wouldn’t even know,” she said, more to herself than to anyone else.

“It’s comfortable?” she asked me, her voice more confident now. I smirked, a little embarrassed. “Most of the time. There are times when Addison makes it rather uncomfortable, but yeah, it grows on you. It’s confusing at first because it doesn’t feel like something you should like, but now… I’m actually kind of uncomfortable when it’s off.” It was the first time I had ever said that out loud, and of course, it was in front of my sister-in-law.

Addison, quick as ever, jumped in. “You shouldn’t have told me that!” she teased, her evil grin matching the playful glint in her eyes. Lilly gasped, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with disbelief. The conversation shifted back and forth between for a while before Lilly was getting ready to leave, She kept glancing between Addison and me, looking a bit nervous but also... curious. Then, just as she was about to get off the couch, she sat back down, her voice a little hesitant. “So... Do you guys still have sex? Or... how do you, you know... get off?”

I froze for a second, caught off guard by the bluntness of her question. Addison, though, didn’t miss a beat. She let out a playful giggle and shot Lilly a mischievous grin. "Of course we do! I just get to choose the size of the cock I want to attach to him," she said, laughing lightly.

Lilly’s face lit up. Her excitement was visible as her eyes grew wide, clearly imagining all the possibilities. She nodded along, completely absorbed in what Addi was saying, almost like she could see it all playing out in her head.

But Addison wasn’t done. With that signature playful tone of hers, she added casually, "Oh, and Brax doesn’t mind some either!"

"ADDISON!" I barked from across the room, my face instantly heating up. I could feel the blood rushing not just to my cheeks but also to my caged cock, which was already beginning to strain painfully against the steel bars.

"I'm only joking," Addison teased, glancing back at me with that sly smile. But we both knew she wasn’t entirely kidding. And as I stood there, watching Lilly process all this, my cock throbbed even harder in its cage, making the whole situation even more painfully real.

The day wore on, and after Lilly left, I could see the excitement in Addison’s eyes. “I’m so excited to interview them in a few weeks,” she beamed.

Later that night, after finishing up some work, I found myself back in the bedroom with Addison. She had a mischievous smile on her face as she pulled out our set of urethral sounds. My cock started throbbing just at the thought. We hadn’t used them in years.

Addison leaned in, passionately kissing me before moving down my body, the cold steel of the Pratt sound brushing against my skin. She placed the sound on the tip of my cock, unlocked my cage and pulled it off, over the 11” rod using my flowing precum to lubricate the rod before slowly inserting it into the tip. My cock swelled engulfing the sound as it grew harder and harder. She locked eyes with me as she pushed the sound deeper, inch by inch, until only a small part was visible from the tip of my cock. She left it there, teasing my balls with her tongue before climbing on top of me, her wet pussy pressing against my face. “Take care of me,” she whispered.

As I ate her out, tongue working tirelessly to bring her to the edge, I could feel the sound still buried deep inside my cock. Each time she shifted, the rod moved slightly, sending sharp waves of pleasure through me. Her hips ground down harder, her moans growing louder as I licked and sucked, tasting her as she rode my face to orgasm after orgasm.

She began slowly pulling the sound out of me, then letting it go and so it slid back in, hitting my prostate over and over again. The pressure built up until I couldn’t take it anymore. For the first time in my life, I came directly from the sound, my cock straining as cum gushed out from around the rod. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

Addison wasn’t done yet. She ground her hips against my face, chasing one last orgasm before finally pulling the sound out of me. She sucked the remaining cum from my cock before replacing my steel cage with a more comfortable resin one.

And just like that, I was locked back up—waiting for the next time she would use me again.