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Calling all #Bators, #Masturbators, #BateBros and #Solosexuals!!

I'm working on a calendar with 30 days of bate-tasks and pleasure filled activities for the month of November. Sound appealing to anyone!? Sound off below if you plan on participating in #Nutvember25 ✊️🍆💦🤤
You closed your eyes as his load crusted over on you. Only 11 more days to go. #CumMarking #CumTagging #CumTag #GoodFilthLocktober (4/4)
“Fuck,” he chuckled “...that was a GOOD one. Night.” He rolled over next to you. “B-but aren't you gonna cle-” he cut you off. “Cleaning Day's tomorrow. Get some sleep.” (3/4)
You wanted it. Needed it. CRAVED it. Your cage bobbed as you strained against it. “Uhhnfffff-fuckkkk!” Your Boyfriend half-rolled onto his side, spraying your cage with his hot, syrupy load and watching it drip through the bars of your cage and onto your flaccid manhood. (2/4)
#Locktober Day 20. Monday.

You stared longingly at your Boyfriend's throbbing cock as he pumped away at it next to you in bed. He'd taken to making you watch his nightly bate sessions and you were more than a little jealous. You imagined what he was feeling but it wasn't enough. (1/4)
“Just checking.” he smiled at your blushing cheeks and kept walking down the aisle. #CageCheck #GoodFilthLocktober (3/3)
When you finally entered an empty aisle, your Boyfriend tilted his head, motioning for you to join him behind the push-handle of the cart. He took one hand off it and groped the front of your pants, fondling your cage and giving it a little tug to make sure it was secure. (2/3)
#Locktober Day 19. Sunday.

Grocery day. You and your Boyfriend always went to the store together, a necessary chore usually followed by a quiet day of sex and food and rest… or it used to be. Today was particularly busy, packed with shoppers rushing around and going about their lives. (1/3)
He left for the clothes check and your Boyfriend followed behind to have his fun, returning later in the night for you to lube him up. #SexParty #Orgy #Cuck #LockedCuck #GoodFilthLocktober (5/5)
A third was serving cups of water from the cooler to parched and sweaty participants. The man handed you a massive bottle of lube and positioned you next to condom boy. “There we go. Perfect.” (4/5)
“Oh! Good! We needed more help tonight!” He ushered you over to a side room where a handful of other locked boys were standing naked with their arms outstretched. One of them held a basket of condoms. The other a stack of wash rags. (3/5)
you weren't particularly shy and you'd seen a lot of these guys on the scene before, but this time was different. You lowered your underwear and handed them over with the rest of your clothes. The man hanging them up eyed you up and down and seemed to brighten up when his eyes met your cage. (2/5)
#Locktober Day 18. Saturday.

You couldn't believe you were going along with this. Really? A sex party? In your state? You had a knot in your stomach as you, and your Boyfriend, entered the house and checked your clothes. Normally this wouldn't be an issue– (1/5)
When his stream finally finished (which seemed like an eternity) he gave his junk a few shakes, tucked it away, tousled your hair, flushed the toilet, and walked back into the bedroom. #Watersports #Piss #GoodFilthLocktober (4/4)
You thought that certainly he must be joking… until his stream of piss splashed against your pubes. The warmth flowed down your crotch, through your cage and finally dripped off of your balls and into the toilet below. (3/4)
You Boyfriend walked in as soon as you’d finished and told you to stay where you were. He pulled his cock out of the fly of his plaid pajama pants and aimed it at your crotch while looking directly into your eyes. “Man’s gotta mark his territory, right?” (2/4)
#Locktober Day 17. Friday.

You wandered into the bathroom groggily to get ready for work. Ever since you’d made a mess of the floor, you’d been pissing sitting down- which you actually didn’t mind. It was a nice way to take a load off, or, so you thought. (1/4)
Your dick ached as it tried to break through it's cage to no avail. You got dressed and headed to the gym floor, you were already late and knew that you'd be doing extra push-ups for it. #GymCoach #CumRag #Jockstrap #GoodFilthLocktober (6/6)
right over the crotch, and a white jockstrap. A white jockstrap that had, to your horror, the unmistakable yellowing, stiffness, and scent of loads of cum and dribbles of piss. His cum. His piss. (5/6)
It was placed on top of a balled up wad of clothes, which you grabbed before anyone could see and hurried into the bathroom with. When you unfurled them your stomach dropped for a second time. He'd left you a pair of shiny black basketball shorts with a white padlock symbol printed (4/6)
What you saw made your stomach drop. A Post-It note that had your name scrawled on the top in his clumsy lettering that read: “Here's your reward for peeking! Wear these to our gym sesh tonight, Bro. I'll be checking.” (3/6)
You walked past his locker on the way to the toilet and noticed something peculiar: the lock was missing. You glanced over your shoulder and around the corner and decided to take the plunge, opening it as slowly as possible to try and avoid the metallic creak that filled the air. (2/6)
#Locktober Day 16. Thursday.

Your Coach at the gym was an absolute Adonis. Taller than you, broader than you, with a bushy layer of hair that seemed to cover him nearly head to toe. He oozed Testosterone in a way you'd always been jealous of– and he knew it. (1/6)