Once A Year

– Alberic

Today was one of those days where everything was going right. The weather had been perfect all day. I finally got the promotion I had worked so hard for over the last few weeks. My man was taking me out to my favorite restaurant in celebration. ANNNND I was going to nail the shit out of his ass when we got home. I just needed to wait after a few dinner drinks…

“Come on babe, please. Don’t you think today is one of those special days for me? You know how hard I’ve been slaving away at work trying to make those assholes happy. And I uh…heh, I know you know how hard I’ve been slaving away at other things too, Sir.” I was looking straight into his shiny eyes, and slid my hand across the dinner table to give his massive hand a light squeeze. “Tonight’s the night. Shit, you can lock me back up immediately after if you want, but it’s been so long.”

I was straining in my cage big time under the table. It’s moments like this that the cage is so noticeably locked around my manhood in my mind. It’s almost magnified. I’m so close to getting out and being a man again for a short while, but not yet at the finish line. It’s like my trapped cock is thumping in time with my heart beat while waiting for his answer.

“Tonight, huh…?” He glanced down at our hands and back up at me with those furrowed brow of his when he’s really considering something, “Fuck, babe, seriously tonight? It’s nearly 8:30PM and you know I’ve got to be up early tomorrow for that important meeting.”

I can’t help but roll my eyes at him. I know It’ll cost me a few swats to the ass later, but I know that isn’t the real reason. He knows if he says yes, I won’t go easy on him. It’s rare for me to be able to bust a nut. It’s even rarer for me to bust a nut off inside him, so when given the opportunity, he knows I’ll milk it for everything it’s worth. It also doesn’t help him that he’s been stress-fucking my holes extra rough the past couple of nights too.

“It’s been close to a year now, Sir. When you asked me to not only be your husband, but also your sweet little submissive bitch boy, you promised once a year I could be a man again for a night. Tonight is the night I would like to be a man again, Sir.”

“…Fuck boy, of all the nights.”

It’s now 1:00 in the morning, and my drained manhood is happily snug back in its cage while my husband’s asshole is agitatedly stretched and leaking onto the sheets that I’ll gladly wash in the morning. I can’t help but smile as I’m slowly drifting off to sleep. Today really was a damn good day.