Hey everyone! Addy here again! Just wanted to give a huge thank you for all the love and support—your messages have been amazing and really keep us going! I hope you’re all having an incredible Locktober so far. This one is full of surprises, teasing, and some seriously funny moments that Brax and I will remember for the rest of our lives. We can’t wait to share more with you, so stay tuned—there’s so much more to come!

Waking up that Saturday morning, I could still feel the echoes of last night’s cruelty. I’d been so unforgiving, denying Brax any pleasure after a few days of indulgence. To be honest, though, it felt necessary. His needy looks, his frustrated sighs—it all fueled me. Every day, our bond deepens, growing more intense, more exciting. I never imagined how much this journey would bring us closer.

As I stirred, my hand instinctively drifted across the bed to his caged cock. The familiar weight of his body shifted next to me, and I heard him sigh deeply. I glanced over to find Brax staring at the ceiling, his face clearly unimpressed. My hand slid lower, grazing his balls, and I saw the frown deepen on his face.

"Sleep well, honey?" I teased, my voice light and playful as my fingers continued to rub him gently. His head snapped toward me, eyes narrowed into a death stare. But I could feel the truth—his cock was rock hard, bulging against the tiny steel cage I’d locked him in. Pre-cum coated the tip, spilling from the cage, and I couldn’t resist swirling my fingers through it, smearing it across his balls. Our eyes locked, tension sparking between us as I rubbed him.

The sweet soreness between my legs reminded me of how thoroughly Brax had used his 20... no, 25 minutes last night. My hand slipped down to check just how tender I was, and the moment my fingers brushed my lips, I gasped. The sensitivity was intense. Brax noticed and shot me a cheeky grin.

"Shouldn't have pressed snooze last night, huh?" he teased, that devilish grin widening on his face. "Yeah... I’m a little tender," I admitted, somewhat regretful but still proud of the way we’d pushed our limits. "You should kiss her better," I suggested, leaning back into the pillows, knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to resist.

Brax groaned in frustration, muttering under his breath, "You're terrible." But he still disappeared beneath the covers. The first flick of his tongue against my clit made me moan, all thoughts of his denial disappearing as he devoured me. His lips massaged my pussy, and his hands wandered up my body, settling firmly around my breasts. The feeling of him buried between my legs, his tongue working magic, was the perfect way to wake up.

I could feel my orgasm building fast, my body tightening, clenching with each flick of his tongue. I pulled him in tighter with my legs, grinding my hips against his face. The way his hands gripped me, the control he had... it pushed me right to the edge. Every bruise from last night’s relentless session was a reminder of how thoroughly Brax had worked me over. It didn’t take long before my orgasm came crashing down on me, my body tensing, pulsing, and trembling under his touch.

But Brax didn’t stop. He kept going, hands pulling me tighter as my first orgasm left me breathless. I gasped as a second orgasm started to build on top of the first. The way he held me, the way he took control of my pleasure—if he wanted to throw me around like a rag doll, I wouldn’t have stopped him. Not that I could, anyway.

When the second orgasm exploded through me, I couldn’t hold back a scream, quickly muffling it with my hand. Brax moaned against me, the vibrations only intensifying my pleasure as he finished me off, his tongue swirling around every sensitive spot.

He looked up at me, hope shining in his eyes as if he’d earned his release. I pulled him on top of me, our bodies pressed close as I kissed him deeply, grinding against his cage. He moved with me, desperate for any friction, any sensation, but the cage didn’t let him feel much. Still, he tried, rolling off of me to pull me on top of him, his hands gripping my hips as he worked me back and forth, guiding me over his caged cock. To my surprise, he found the perfect spot, the cage rubbing against my clit as he moved me.

My hands planted firmly on his chest, and I joined his movements, increasing the intensity. Another orgasm built as my clit throbbed against his cage, his cock pulsing beneath me, completely helpless. His hands gripped my hips tighter, holding me down, as I rode him purely for my pleasure. When I finally collapsed on his chest, spent and satisfied, I couldn’t help but giggle.

"Not how it was supposed to go?" I asked, rolling off him slightly, my hand slipping down to rub and squeeze his balls again. Brax shot me a look, hinting at wanting more—specifically, a blowjob. Well, he had been pretty good...

"Maybe one," I said with a sly smile, reaching for a hair tie from the nightstand to pull my hair back. I leaned down, giving his balls a lick, teasing him before whispering, "But the cage stays on."

Brax’s excitement faded slightly, but he accepted his fate. I licked along his cage, tasting him through the small openings, my hand stroking his balls, pulling on them just the way he liked. His body tensed and shuddered beneath me, his cock bulging, purple and desperate for release.

I wasn’t about to let him off that easily. Grabbing a bullet vibrator from the drawer, I placed it against the top of his cage, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body. His moans mixed with frustration as I teased him, sucking and nipping at his balls, drawing out his agony for as long as I could.

Finally, his body tensed, and I could feel him teetering on the edge. His cock pulsed against the cage, and I wrapped my mouth over it, allowing him to finish, even though he couldn’t feel much. His body went limp as I sucked him dry, every last drop.

Crawling up the bed, I kissed him, our lips meeting in a passionate exchange. He tried to pull away, but I held him there, sharing the taste of his release between us. Reluctantly at first, but eventually he kissed me back, his cock still throbbing against me in its prison. After a moment, I rolled off of him, giving him a cheeky smile. "How do you taste?" I asked, teasingly.

His response was perfect. "You tasted better," he said with a smirk.

I laughed, sitting up and instructing him to get ready for the day. We had a big Saturday planned—first, a workout, then brunch, followed by errands & shopping for the outfit he’d wear tonight when I fucked him. But first, coffee. So I unlocked his cage, sent him off to shower, and prepared his mini steel cage for later.

As we pulled up to the gym, I pulled a fully charged prostate massager out of my bag and placed it in his lap. His eyes went wide, jaw dropping as he stared at me, shaking his head in disbelief. But I just smiled, wide and wicked, nodding back at him.

After a bit of convincing, he agreed to wear it during the workout, though he wouldn’t insert it until he was inside. Fair enough. But I’d know if he didn’t. Waiting for Brax, I leaned casually against the hallway wall at the gym, watching the door to the restrooms. When he finally emerged, he glanced around nervously, trying to make sure no one was watching. Like they would somehow know his little secret. His embarrassment was evident in the shy grin plastered on his face as he approached me.

"Did you put it in?" I asked loudly, my voice teasing and playful. I knew it would mean nothing to anyone else in the gym, but I loved how it made Brax squirm. His eyes widened in panic, and he leaned in, whispering urgently, "Addison!" in that stern voice of his, trying to keep his composure.

I couldn’t help but laugh. I hugged him tightly, slipping my hand into my pocket, and with a quick press of a button, Brax’s body jerked to the side as the vibrations hit him hard. I could feel the tremors through him as I giggled, trying to turn it off quickly. But of course, I accidentally switched the vibrator to pulse mode instead.

Brax slapped my hip, drawing even more attention to us as his knees buckled slightly. I was laughing so hard I had to double over, frantically trying to remember how to switch it off. "PRESS AND HOLD!" I finally remembered through my fit of giggles. Brax’s expression was priceless—jerking with every sweet soft hum, equal parts frustration and arousal.

When I finally got the toy under control, I looked at him and snickered. "So it is in, huh?"

He didn’t quite see the humor in the moment, but I couldn’t stop laughing as he marched over to the treadmill to start his cardio. I grabbed the treadmill next to him, still grinning. He glanced over at me as I started walking, smirking. "I wasn't expecting it to have a remote."

With the slyest look, I replied, "Well, at least you’ll be expecting it now." And of course, I couldn’t resist pressing the button a few times, sending him into subtle jolts every time. It was easily the most fun gym session I’d ever had, watching him struggle to maintain his composure as the vibrations toyed with him.

After the gym, we made our way to brunch, both of us still riding the high of our teasing power dynamic. It was all in good fun, and by the time we went shopping, Brax knew exactly what I had in mind for him later that night. He just didn’t know all of the details.

In the store, we picked out the perfect slutty little outfit for him—a sexy lace baby doll with a matching thong. The shop assistant’s expression was priceless when she spotted the extra-large size on the tag. Her eyes flicked between the two of us, clearly figuring out that it wasn’t for me. Brax, standing at six-foot-two, was blushing furiously, his cheeks a deep shade of red as the assistant quickly put the sale through without a word.

I barely managed to contain my laughter until we got to the car, and then I burst into fits of giggles. Brax groaned, covering his face, but there was no hiding how much the whole ordeal turned him on. By the time we drove home, he was exactly where I wanted him—squirming in his seat, the hum of the prostate massager still vibrating inside him, his cage straining against the teasing pressure.

As we pulled up to the house, I noticed a package waiting at the door. Brax knew exactly what it was—I’d mentioned a special present arriving, and it had shown up right on time. He shot me a curious look as I grabbed the package and tucked it under my arm.

"You’ll find out later," I teased with a wicked grin.

After dinner, I sent Brax to clean up and get ready for the night. "Don’t forget the outfit I bought you," I called after him as he disappeared into the bathroom. I took my time finishing up some writing, then jumped in the shower, letting the hot water wash over me as I mentally prepared for what the night had in store.

When I climbed into bed, I pulled the covers back, revealing Brax in his night dress—perfectly fitted and clinging to all the right places. His muscular body filled out the lacy fabric, and I couldn’t help but admire how sexy he looked.

"Stand up and give me a twirl, big boy," I commanded, unable to resist the cheeky comment.

To my surprise, Brax stood up and spun around flawlessly, the dress kicking up just enough to give me a perfect view of his tight, caged cock and balls. He looked absolutely delicious.

I patted the bed. "Lay back down," I ordered, my voice a seductive purr. He obeyed, and I climbed on top of him, straddling his body. Our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss, and my hands roamed down to his thighs, pulling the dress to the side to reveal his caged cock once more.

I teased him, my mouth hovering over the steel cage, sucking hard on the exposed skin. Brax groaned as his flesh was pulled through the bars, a mix of pain and pleasure shooting through him. I released him with a loud pop, then playfully slapped his balls. He gasped, eyes wide with surprise before a grin crept across his face.

"I’ve got something special for you tonight," I said, reaching for my favorite harness from the drawer. I strapped myself up, sliding the brand new toy—his present—from the package onto the Vac-U-Lock attachment. It was large, firm, and ready to push Brax’s limits.

I applied a generous amount of lube and leaned forward, looking deep into his eyes as I pressed the head of the toy against his ass. His eyes widened, and I watched in awe as the toy slid inside him. His breath hitched, and he moaned, overwhelmed by the sensation of his new toy stretching him.

I took my time, adding more lube before sinking deeper into him. His hips bucked slightly as the entire length of the toy disappeared inside him. Our hips met, and Brax let out a low, guttural moan. Slowly, I began thrusting, back and forth, each movement deliberate, sensual. His body responded instantly, his moans growing louder as he adjusted to the size of the toy.

As his moans turned to groans, I leaned down, whispering in his ear, "Are you ready for me to fuck you yet?"

His answer wasn’t in words—it was in the way his body arched into mine, the desperate grinding of his hips against me. I pulled out and grabbed more lube, watching as Brax turned over without needing to be told, presenting himself to me. His perfect ass lifted in the air, cock pulsing below him.

I pressed the toy against him again, this time pushing in deeper, watching as he took it in with ease. My hands found his hips, gripping him tightly as I began thrusting harder, using the full length of the toy. The sounds of his pleasure filled the room, and I felt a surge of power rush through me. This was my moment—our moment. The control, the trust... it all overwhelmed me. As Brax’s moans gave way to silence, his body tensed. I knew what was coming. Without even touching his cock, I made him cum. I could feel his body quivering beneath me as I slowed my pace, letting his orgasm roll through him.

His body went limp, spent and trembling as I pulled the toy out, laying with him savoring the moment. After I got up, Brax lay there, a pool of cum and lube beneath him, completely at my mercy.

"I think I like my new cock," I whispered aloud, heading to the bathroom.

From the bed, I heard a soft, breathless whisper. "Me too..."

I giggled to myself. "Well, I already knew that," I thought as I cleaned up and hopped into the shower. When I returned to the bedroom, Brax had already cleaned off the bed for me and went for his own shower. We climbed into bed together, a peaceful silence falling over us as we lay there, bodies entwined.

After the day we’d had, I was more than satisfied. Brax, still caged but clearly content, had earned a good night's rest. And I couldn’t help but smile, knowing that tomorrow held even more fun. Locktober was far from over.

If you made it this far, Thankyou for reading! Let us know your thoughts! And i hope you enjoyed! Until next time. Addy