Lockdown Locktober (nsfw) Part 1 (Top Tier Reward Story) (Patreon)

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Lockdown Locktober

October 1st

“Well….,” Owen says, trying to be positive. “This isn’t too bad. Looks like we’ve got a double bed.

Lucy follows in behind Owen, dragging the large suitcases behind her. “Smells like disinfectant in here,” she comments, panting as he sets the suitcase against the wall.

“Does—doesn’t it,” Owen replies, moving over to the window to look outside.

Pulling back the shabby-looking curtains, Owen reaches for the window to find it bolted shut. “Won’t open,” he points out. “Really is like a prison in here…huh?”

“I told you this wasn’t a good idea,” Lucy says, not holding back her frustration. “Why did your family have to finally invite us over here during the pandemic!”

Sensing her annoyance, Owen turns to give her a hug. Putting his arms around her shoulders, he looks into her eyes and smiles. “It’s the only time all of my family have been free at the same time. I really want them to meet you.”

“That’s cute that you want them to meet me, Owen,” Lucy replies, looking away from his big blue eyes. “Is that really worth having to go into quarantine for an entire month!?”

Owen leans in for a kiss, but Lucy savagely pushes him away.

“Sweety?” Owen questions, frowning

“I’m not happy about being couped up like this,” Lucy answers, then looks over at the pathetic excuse for a TV. “What are we going to do for an entire month in this cheap hotel room.”

Owen raises his eyebrows several times and pulls a seductive expression. “I can think of a few things we can do Lu…,”

“Oh stop…,” Lucy smirks, playfully pushing Owen back.

“You know I always show you a good time….,” Owen grins, winking as he brings Lucy’s body closer to his.

Lucy blushes but doesn’t give in to his charms.

“Oh actually,” Lucy says, giving Owen a cheeky smile as she gently pushes against his chest. “I did bring something a little kinky to try out.”

Lucy breaks their embrace and scurries over to the suitcase. Owen looks on intrigued as Lucy bends over and presents her plump behind. The black leggings she has on mold around her cheeks to scalp them into a perfect shape.

“I like where this is going,” Owen chuckles, holding back the urge to slap his girlfriend's ass as she searches the suitcase.

Flicking back her long ponytail as she stands, Lucy holds up a small plastic item. Unsure of what it is, Owen smiles politely.

“I thought this would be fun,” Lucy grins, waving the small item in her hand. “It’s a chastity cage. I read about this thing called Locktober that people do.”

“Locktober?” Owen questions, pulling a sour face. “Why would I want you wearing a chastity belt Lu? Me and you trapped in here and not being able to have sex—that sounds just awful. Have you seen how sexy you are!? That would drive me up the wall!”

“Belt?” Lucy replies, smugly laughing. “It’s a cage, Owen. It’s a chastity toy for your little man. Think how good your climax will be when I tease you all day and you can’t do anything about it.”

Owen steps closer and looks at the small plastic cage in her hand. He touches the small little padlock and winches.

“Sounds uncomfortable,” he remarks, looking at her stupid grin.

“Sounds romantic,” Lucy quips.

“Look at this thing Lucy!” Owne complains, shaking his head. “I’m not wearing it!”

“Why?” Lucy asks.

Owen doesn’t reply, he just takes the small plastic cage from her hand and tosses it to the floor. As Lucy looks up at him shocked, she’s soon in his embrace being kissed on the neck.

“Owen!” Lucy moans, as plants several soft kisses on her neck.

She presses her body against his as her urges start taking over. “Stop Owen!” she giggles, slowly reaching down to find his cock hard and desperate to break free of his jeans.

Owen moans as Lucy’s hand finds his erect cock.

“Shall we….?” He says, grabbing her ass tight. “Christen this room, baby?”

Owne doesn’t wait for an answer, he lifts Lucy off the ground and spins to throw her onto the bed. He struggles with them being similar heights, but Lucy lands safely on the bed.

“Owen!” Lucy laughs, spreading out her legs as Owen straddles her. “This is not how Locktober is supposed to go!”

On all fours, he leans his face over hers. Stealing a kiss, he grins. “I don’t care baby. I want you now!”

October 2nd

Scratching his ass as he gets out the bed, he looks back at Lucy taking up most of the bed. Wearing nothing but her bra, he can’t help but be satisfied with how he made her scream out in pleasure.

Naked, he stumbles into the hotel room toilet half asleep. Not bothering with the light switch, he stands over the toilet and prepares for a friendly fire.

Expecting his stream to jet off in a random direction, Owen is perplexed as it just dribbles straight down from the end of his cock.

Confused, he reaches down and is very surprised to find his cock encased in something hard. A little panicked, he waits for his stream to stop before turning on the bathroom light.

“What the hell!” he says in surprise, as he sees his member encased in the small light blue plastic cage Lucy showed him yesterday evening.

Looking down at his pride and joy stuffed into the cage, he pokes at it and then wiggles the small padlock.

“Lucy…?” he yells out from the bathroom, trying to undo the small lock. “Lucy…!?”

A moment later, appearing at the bathroom door with her hair all messy and in her face, Lucy yawns. “Yeah…?”

“Very funny,” Owen responds, pointing down at his caged cock. “When did you even put this one on me?"

Brushing the hair from her eyes, Lucy yawns again and looks down. Remembering that she locked him up after sex the night before, a wide smile works its way across her face.

“After you passed out in a sex coma,” she replies playfully.

Owen rolls his eyes as Lucy stares at his cock caged and droopy

“Come on Lu,” Owen moans, rubbing his face. “This is not funny. Give me the key already.”

Stepping into the bathroom, still just wearing her bra, she pushes her body against his and looks deep into his eyes.

Caressing his sides with one of her legs, she kisses him on the lips. “Play along Owen,” she says in a sultry manner. “This is going to be fun.”

Owen groans as his cock wants to react to the attention she’s giving him. “The key?”

Lingering a moist kiss on his lips, Lucy moves back and smiles. “Hidden sweety. You want out…I guess you’re going to have to do as I ask.”

“Are you serious?” Owen reacts sarcastically.

“Yeah baby,” Lucy replies, running her fingers through his dirty blonde hair. “Don’t go looking for it either however wise you’ll be caged for longer!”

Owen frowns as his girlfriend smirks. “You’re playing a dangerous game, woman.”

Lowering her leg that’s pressed into his side, Lucy steps away and looks into the mirror. “Well, I think this is going to be fun. A new dynamic in our relationship. Plus, I’m hungry right now anyways.”

“You’re thinking about breakfast!?” Owen replies, shocked at her audacity. “Whilst you’ve got your boyfriend trapped like this.”

Looking intently at her reflection in the mirror, Lucy turns on the tap to run some hot water. “Yeah,” she answers plainly. “Our slot to go down to the restaurant is in ten minutes. I don’t want to miss it. Go put some pants on and stop complaining!”

“Me to go get the breakfast?” Owen replies, looking down at the cage on his cock. “I’m not going down there with this thing on my cock!”

“Oh Owen,” Lucy huffs, turning to give him a filthy look. “Fine, I’ll go get us some food, but don’t you dare look for the key while I’m gone!”

Storming out of the bathroom, Lucy goes into the room and starts getting dressed. Thrashing around in the room, she shouts back. “Have you seen my thong?”

“No,” Owen shouts back, staring furiously at his cock trapped. “Just got without panties on.”

October 3rd

Owen sits in the hotel room seat as Lucy lies down on the bed. It’s late morning and the two have just finished eating their breakfast taken from the hotel restaurant.

Watching TV, the two aren’t really talking. Owen constantly fidgets in his seat, trying to make it obvious to Lucy he doesn’t like having his cock caged.

“Stop frowning!” Lucy teases. “It’s not that bad Owen. It’s not like I’ve cut it off.”

Owen looks over to Lucy and grits his teeth. “You don’t know how frustrated I am right now, woman. I can’t get hard and what did you wanna do all last night!”

“I just wanted to cuddle Owen,” Lucy protests innocently. “What's wrong with that.”

“Are you joking?” Owen replies, pulling a dumb face. “I’m a red-blooded male—when you cuddle me, all my body wants to do is have you ride me. Do you know how frustrating it is that I can’t even get it up right now? My balls feel like they are about to explode!”

Lucy sits up and leans toward him with a curious expression. “Are they going purple?”

“Probably,” Owen replies with a deadpan expression. “Please just give me the key Lu. I feel like half a man when I can’t use it.”

“It’ll be worth it,” Lucy replies, tilting her head to onside.

“Worth it?” Owen scoffs, turning to look back at the TV. “Yeah maybe—If you want your boyfriend to turn into a woman.”

“What!?” Lucy laughs, reacting to his snide comment. “How is this going to make you a woman?”

“Shut up, Lu,” Owen grunts. “I’m not talking to you anymore until you give me the key.

Not surprised by his reaction, Lucy smirks as she lays back down on the bed. She reaches across to her phone and starts scrolling.

“Do you think we can get stuff delivered here?” she asks, trying to act normal.

“Like what?” Owen says angrily.

“I thought you weren’t talking to me!” Lucy teases.

Owen grunts, and stressfully rubs his face.

“I’m going to give the reception a quick call,” Lucy says, getting up from the bed. “If we are allowed to order things from the internet and have them delivered to us, that should help pass the time.”

October 5th

“Ten,” Lucy grunts, doing another press-up on the hotel room floor. Collapsing to the side, she looks up at Owen laying on the bed.

“Only ten?” he asks in derision.

“Least I’m exercising,” Lucy responds, panting as her muscles tense up. “We’ve still got the entire month in here Owen. We’ve gotta stay active.”

Owen looks unimpressed. “You know how I wanted to stay active,” he replies.

“No?”

“By having sex!” Owen answers sarcastically. “But my loving girlfriend has decided to lock it in a cage so I can’t.”

“Are you serious Owen?” Lucy replies, annoyed at what is now the fourth day of his bad attitude. “I told you once you started being good, I’d let you out.”

“Being good!?” Owen gripes, giving his girlfriend a stupid look. “What does that even mean!?”

“Oh nothing,” Lucy replies, getting onto her back to start doing sit-ups.

After a few reps, the hotel room phone rings. Expecting Owen to answer it, Lucy stops training.

“Owen,” she says spitefully. “Answer the phone!”

“Fine,” he replies, giving her attitude.

Picking up the old-fashioned phone at the side of the bed, he answers with a rude hello. Listening for a moment, he then puts the phone down.

Lucy looks at him confused for a moment. “Well…?” she asks, wanting to know what it was about.

“You’ve got a concierge on the way up to delivery whatever you ordered from the internet.”

“Oh cool!” Lucy smiles, getting to her feet. Grabbing a jacket to cover her sports bra, Lucy rubs her hands together.

A minute later a knock on the door. Being told to give it a minute so the concierge can leave, Lucy opens the door and grabs the package.

Confidently bringing it back into their hotel room, she sits on the end of the bed and rips the shoebox-sized parcel with excitement.

“What have you brought?” Owen asks curiously, sitting forward on the bed.

As Lucy takes off the outer wrapping, she flips open the lid of the box. She shows Owen what’s inside.

“Stiletto’s?” Owen scoffs in derision. “Why? We can’t go anywhere!”

Lucy picks up one of the black high heels and shows Owen. Holding it in such a way he can see the size printed on the inside of the shoe.

“These aren’t for me!” Lucy smiles. “These are size seven. I brought them for you.”

Owen doesn’t react as Lucy expects. He smiles lightheartedly and then laughs.

“Cos I said you were turning me into a woman,” he chuckles, taking hold of the shoe in her hand. “I dunno if it’s the boredom talking, but I’m really curious to try them on!”

“Are you?” Lucy grins, taking out the other shoe and discarding the box. “It’s a bit of fun, right? Try them on!”

Owen looks into Lucy’s eyes with a cheeky expression. “Should I?” he asks, reaching out for the second shoe.

“Yeah…!” Lucy replies, watching Owen get up from the bed.

Moving over to the seat in the room he sits down and looks at both heels. Reaching down to his bare feet, he slides one on.

“Little tight,” he comments as he slides the second shoe on.

Thrilled by her boyfriend wearing the heels, Lucy stands up in front of him and holds out her hands. “Just be careful when you stand,” she instructs, worried he might hurt himself.

Taking hold of her hands, Owen gets to his feet. Wobbling for a moment, Lucy steadies him. Looking into each other's eyes, they both smile.

“I like how tall these make me,” Owen laughs, looking down at Lucy. “I can see why people would want to wear them.”

“This is kinda hot,” Lucy reacts bashfully looking up at her taller boyfriend. “Look at your rocking heels. Why don’t you catwalk for me?”

Looking far from confident, Owen takes a single step. Lucy has to steady him.

“Easy!” Lucy says, finding the situation funny.

“Crazy that you ladies wear these things,” Owen says, taking another step. “It’s like walking on ice.”

“You're doing well!” Lucy replies, cheering him on. “Now go on, strut up and down the room!”

Owen does exactly that. He walks away from her very unsure, but on his return, he walks more confidently. He starts to play acting all camp. His arms flutter around as he moves.

Lucy can’t help but laugh. Having been stuck in a room for days now with a moaning boyfriend, this is the most fun they’ve had.

“Nice to see you laughing!” Owen says confidently strutting around, enjoying the attention. “Do I amuse you, Miss?”

Lucy throws her head back into laughter. “Yes!”

Now standing in front of her, Owen confidently grabs her and embraces her tight. Still acting camp, he runs his fingers through her hair.

“Well then sugar…..,” he says, talking in a high-pitched voice. “Why don’t you kiss me, baby girl!”

Unable to resist, Lucy passionately kisses him as he reaches down to hold her ass.

“Lucy…?” Owen says, kissing her again. “Maybe we….have sex now?”

Lucy shakes her head and smiles. “No way! This is so much fun.”

Breaking off his embrace, but still holding his hands so he doesn’t wobble in his heels, she looks over at the suitcase. “You look a little silly in those baggy pants. Please try on some of my jeans with those heels!”

“I dunno…,” Owen replies in hesitation. “This is fun and all, but wearing your clothes….”

“I’m finding this super hot!” Lucy smirks, giving him a wink. “Maybe seeing you in pair of my skinny jeans will turn me on too!”

“Oh?” Owen replies, looking at Lucy’s seductive expression. “Yeah…..maybe make you wanna bump uglies?”

“Maybe….!” Lucy answers, with a cheeky grin.

“Get me your sexiest pair!” Owen demands, desperate for a release.

October 6th

“Exercising again?” Owen complains, having to step over Lucy as he exits the bathroom.

“Yeah…,” Lucy answers, doing another sit-up. “So..?”

“I swear you’re doing it just to get in my way,” Owen grumbles, throwing himself onto the bed. Covering himself with the blanket, he folds his arms tight.

“What's up with you Mr. Grumpy?” Lucy asks, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

“What's up with me!?” Owen asks in frustration. “How about my girlfriend is fucking tease and a liar.”

“Liar?” Lucy laughs in disbelief. “How am I a liar?”

“Don’t play games with my Lu,” Owen whines. “You said yesterday if I wore those jeans and that top you’d have sex with me. Yet, you didn’t.”

“Are you still mad about that?” Lucy asks, resuming her workout.

“Yes, I’m mad about it Lucy!” Owen replies, angrily grabbing the tv remote. “You’ve had me locked in this thing for days now and you’re making a fool of me. I bet you haven’t deleted those photo’s like I asked either.”

“You….knew….the deal,” Lucy replies, between each rep.

“Oh yeah,” Owen retorts. “Cos that was completely fair.”

Stopping her workout, Lucy looks up from the floor at Owen acting all upset and pouty. Getting to her feet, she looks in the mirror at her arms. “I told you if you could make me cum with just your hands and face, I’d let you have sex with me.”

Owen grunts and turns on the TV

Annoyed he’s ignoring her, Lucy continues. “It’s not my fault you couldn’t find the stamina to get me going down there. I tried to help you, but you’re so proud you wouldn’t listen to my pointers!”

“It’s hard to wanna put my face near your fishy vag when I’m not guaranteed sex,” Owen replies scornfully.

“That’s really selfish Owen,” Lucy replies, shaking her head. “All the times I’ve made you cum and got nothing in return and you can’t even try for me this one time!”

“Whatever Lu.”

October 10th

“Is there anything you wanna watch?” Owen asks, holding out the TV remote.

Sitting at the small vanity desk in the room, Lucy looks back at Owen on the bed and smiles. “Talking to me now….are you?”

“Do you wanna watch anything?” Owen repeats, trying to ignore her comment.

“No thanks,” Lucy answers, concentrating on painting her fingernails a dark maroon color.

As she finishes both hands, she gently blows on them. Waving her hands in the air to dry the nail polish, she looks over at Owen laying in bed.

“You’ve barely moved these last few days Owen,” Lucy points out. “Why don’t you join me in a workout session? You might think it’s silly, but I feel stronger already.”

“No thank you,” he replies, scratching his bare chest.

Pleased that her nails are dry, Lucy is about to screw back on the lid before an idea pops into her head. She holds up the nail varnish and grabs Owens's attention.

“What is it now?” Owen asks in annoyance.

“Let me paint your nails!” Lucy grins, getting up from the seat to sit on the side of the bed. “Please!”

“But why!??” Owen grumbles, having seen that expression on her face before.

“For fun!” Lucy giggles. “No one will know Owen! We’ve still got weeks in isolation left.”

Not waiting for an answer, Lucy reaches into the bed sheet and pulls Owen’s arms out from under. He gives he a dirty look as she spends a moment inspecting his nails.

“These are gross Owen,” he says, looking at the dirt under them. “Look how badly bitten they are!”

“Can you blame me?” he replies instantly. “I’m so sexually frustrated right now Lucy. I can’t help but fidget. My testies are almost as big as soccer balls!”

“Don’t be so dramatic!” Lucy smiles, grabbing his other hand to inspect it. “I saw it all yesterday. All looks normal to me. I am glad you’re keeping it all clean down there.”

“I don’t want it to smell,” Owen replies, going a little red.

Smiling at his comment, Lucy quickly glances at the makeup bag she’s left on the vanity table. Turning back to Owen, she tilts her head and playfully grins.

“Can I erm…..,” she says, excited about what she has planned.

“Can you…?” Owen replies, looking worried.

“Fix these?” she asks.

“What….do you….mean?” Owen questions in fear.

“I’ve got acrylics in my bag,” Lucy answers, excitedly bouncing on the bed. “I wanna clean your nails up, fix on the acrylics and paint them!”

Owen shakes his head. “No Lu…”

“Please!” she repeats, bouncing harder. “No one’s going to see you and I’ve got remover in my bag! Come on Owen, I’m bored!”

“Fine,” Owen huffs. “I guess that’s better than watching you work out!”

Lucy’s expression changes to one of shock. “What's wrong with watching me work out!?”

“Don’t be dense Lu,” Owen scoffs. “I’m horney as fuck and my stunning girlfriend is stretching her body about the place. I just wanna jump you and fuck your brains out!”

“Owen!?” Lucy giggles, putting a hand over her mouth.

“Just telling you the truth babe!” Owen replies, giving her a wink.

Lowering her hand, Lucy gives Owen a give smile. “So, I can do your nails then!?”

“Yes.”

“I love you so much!” Lucy screams, bouncing from the bed. “This is going to be so much fun and your nails are going to look so pretty!”