My boyfriend proposed with a chastity cage

*Everyone in this story is 18+.*

I leaned my head on Jason’s shoulder, watching the sun set over the water. The sky was a blend of reds and oranges, splashes of color shimmering on the ocean’s surface. “It’s so pretty,” I whispered.

“*You’re* so pretty,” he said.

“Oh stop,” I replied, turning to kiss him on the cheek.

I stared into those gorgeous brown eyes and smiled at him. I couldn’t believe he was mine. Jason smiled back at me, then took a step back and knelt in the sand. I didn’t understand what was happening until he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small box. “There’s something I want to ask you,” he started.

“Oh my god.” I put my hands to my face. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Grant,” he began. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and I know what I want. You’ve always said you hate traditional… I know I’m on one knee on the beach at sunset, but I promise this is anything but.

“I want to dedicate myself to you for the rest of my life. In return, I want you to do the same for me.” He opened the box, revealing a small black chastity cage. “Place yourself in my hands, and I promise to always take care of you. So Grant, the love of my life, will you marry me?”

I stared back at him, speechless. “Jason…” I started. He waited expectantly, and it took a moment for more words to come. “Of course!” I said finally. “Yes! One hundred percent, yes!”

He let out a small sigh of relief. “I'm so glad you said yes!” he said, still kneeling. “Now drop your pants so I can get this thing on you.”

“Wait, what?”

He took the cage out of the box and held it in his hands. “I’m going to put this on you. It’s like an engagement ring, only better!”

“But right now? What if someone sees?” My mind was trying to catch up to the situation. “And how long do you expect me to wear it for?”

“Forever, duh! And yes, right now. So hurry up and drop your pants.”

Forever? I knew Jason loved me, and I knew he would always choose what was best for us. I decided to trust him. “Okay…” I said. With nervous hands, I slowly undid the front of my pants and slid them down, along with my underwear. With my pants around my ankles, I felt the cold ocean breeze reaching places it normally wouldn’t. Despite my apprehension, my dick was starting to grow.

My boyfriend reached up and held my dick in his hand. His gentle touch sent a shiver through me. His hand was barely making contact with my skin, but it still turned me on. A second later, I was fully hard. Jason chuckled and shook his head. “Hmm… I suppose it’s only fair to give you one final orgasm before we’re officially engaged. Because once I put this on, you’re never cumming again.”

My stomach dropped. He put the cage back in its box and placed that on the sand. Then, without another word, he took my dick into his mouth.

“Ohhh fuck,” I mumbled. It felt so good. I looked around to make sure nobody could see us. It was the middle of winter; the beach was empty, and I didn’t expect anyone to be around. But still, getting sucked off in public  made me nervous.

My boyfriend held my dick with one hand, stroking me while he sucked it. With the other hand he reached up and grabbed my balls, fondling them gently. The whole thing felt amazing. I looked down at him and smiled, staring into his eyes. He stared back, bobbing on my cock without breaking eye contact. As good as it felt, it was also incredibly hot to watch.

He pulled my dick out of his mouth, still stroking me. “You like that?” he asked eagerly. A string of saliva connected his lips to the tip of my dick. He stuck out his tongue and slapped my cock onto it, bouncing it a few times. Then he spat straight onto my dick, pumped his fist a few more times, and took me back into his mouth.

“Fuck, Jason,” I whispered. “You’re gonna make me cum.” It was true; the way he was sucking me off, I’d only last another minute, tops.

Hearing that only motivated him further. He forced himself down, taking my cock into his throat. All six inches, right down to the base. “Fuuuuck,” I moaned. He held himself there for a moment, then came up for air.

Once again, he rammed my cock down his throat. He grabbed my ass from behind and used it as leverage. Over and over, the entire length of my dick went in and out of Jason’s throat.

“I’m getting close,” I said between the moans and heavy breathing. “Ohhh I’m getting close!” 

He maintained the pace. I felt like I was going to blow.

“Fuck, Jason! Oh fuck! Please don’t stop!”

My dick exploded. It was like a dam had broken, releasing a flood into Jason’s mouth.

The pleasure was intense. It coursed through my body like a tidal wave, making my knees weak.

Jason kept on sucking, draining my balls and swallowing every last drop of cum. When he finished, he pulled back and looked up at me. “How was that?” he asked.

“Amazing,” I said, still reeling from the orgasm. “Maybe even the best nut of my life.”

“Perfect,” he said with a smile. He reached over and grabbed the box, taking out the cage once more. “Now you have something to remember.” My dick had already gone soft. He took it into his hands, slipping on the cage. It was a snug fit, quite comfortable but with no room to get hard. Then he grabbed a silver necklace with the key, locked the cage, and put the chain around his neck.

For the time being, I was satisfied. I was still coming down from an intense blowjob, so the cage wasn’t really a concern. If only I had known what I was getting into.

Jason stood and helped me pull up my pants. “I can’t wait to be married,” he said. Then he grabbed my face and kissed me.