Locked & Drafted: My Hotwife's Fantasy Bull League by Lila Lucero
- Kink Reads
- Jun 30
- 7 min read
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Niko thought he was just adding spice to his marriage when he created the Bull Draft League — a filthy fantasy-sports game where he drafts real men for his stunning wife Kayla to date. With custom stats for duration, intensity, and creampie count, plus bets that include chores, denial days, and total surrender, the game quickly spirals out of control.
Kayla thrives. From the ripped gym bro Carlos to the smooth-talking coworker Mike, she dives headfirst into her new role as hotwife, coming home dripping with another man's load while Niko kneels and cleans her. Every lost bet tightens the steel cage around Niko's cock. Every high-intensity night adds more days to his denial. And every time Kayla moans another man's name, Niko falls deeper into submissive bliss.
As the leaderboard climbs and the stakes turn deadly serious, the couple crosses a line they can't uncross. What began as playful kink becomes a full lifestyle when Kayla decides the game should never end — and hides the key to Niko's cage deep inside her .
The Draft Night
The living room reeked of that cheap vanilla candle Kayla insisted on lighting to 'set the mood,' but it couldn't cover the sharper stink of Niko's nervous sweat or the sweet, filthy musk already leaking out from between Kayla's thighs. She'd picked the sheer black negligee on purpose—the one that hugged her tits so tight her nipples poked through like two dirty little secrets, daring anyone to stare. Niko sat there in nothing but his boxers, the metal chastity cage she'd snapped on him an hour ago already hot against his skin, the tiny lock winking at him every time he shifted, a constant reminder of just how fucking pathetic he was.
Kayla stood over the coffee table, shuffling the stack of printed bull profiles like she was about to deal out the fate of his cock. 'Ready to draft your own personal bull league, baby?' she purred, her voice that low, mocking tone she used when she wanted him drooling and desperate before she even bothered to touch him.
Niko's mouth went dry. 'Yeah. I mean... fuck. Yeah.' He couldn't stop staring at the way the negligee crept up her thighs every time she leaned forward, showing off more skin than should be legal. Four days locked up like a fucking loser. Four days of her brushing her ass against him, laughing, telling him the cage wasn't coming off until she was good and done with her little game. His cock tried to get hard, but all it got was a faceful of cold steel. The ache was deep, humiliating, and so fucking good it almost hurt.
She dropped the stack of papers between them. Carlos Rivera's photo landed on top—a shirtless gym selfie, olive skin shining, abs so sharp they looked like you could grate cheese on them. Underneath was Mike Harlan—smug bastard with a jaw you could cut glass on, neat beard, suit jacket open just enough to show off the kind of body Niko would never have. Niko had printed the profiles himself, hands shaking, half praying Kayla would laugh and call the whole thing insane. Instead, she'd gotten wet just reading about how big their cocks probably were.
'Rules first,' she said, tapping the homemade scorecard with a blood-red nail. 'You pick two bulls. You set the bets—chores, denial, whatever humiliating shit I want. Every date, we track how long they fuck me, how hard I cum, and if they dump a load in me. Points go on the leaderboard. Loser does whatever the winner wants. And you? You stay locked up the whole time, because that's exactly how I like you—pathetic and desperate.'
Niko swallowed, throat tight. 'What if... what if one of them actually makes you cum harder than I ever could?'
Kayla’s smile curved slowly and wickedly. She stepped between his knees, the negligee whispering against her skin, and cupped his chin so he had to look up at her. “Then you’ll feel it in that tiny cage, won’t you? Every single thrust they give me. Every time they fill me up.” She dragged her thumb across his lower lip. “And you’ll still love me for it. Because you’re my good little cuck.”
His breath caught. The word slammed into his gut, made the cage bite down even harder. He loved her. God, he fucking loved her. And he hated himself for needing this so much it hurt.
They started drafting.
Carlos first. Niko's hand shook as he circled the name. 'Gym bro. Built like a fucking tank. Bragged he can go for hours.' Kayla's eyes lit up like Christmas. She climbed onto his lap without warning, her pussy hot and dripping right against the steel bars through his boxers. She rocked her hips, slow and mean, letting him feel just how soaked she already was for someone else's cock.
'Hours,' she echoed, voice thick with lust. 'Picture me bent over his weight bench, his fat cock splitting me open while you're at home jerking your useless little dick in that cage.' She ground down harder. Niko groaned, grabbing for her hips. She caught his wrists and pinned them to the couch. 'No touching. You bet on this one. If Carlos fills me up and I rate it a nine or higher, you do all the laundry for a month, and I tack on three more days to your lock-up. Deal?'
Niko’s head spun. “Deal.”
Mike next. The coworker. The one who always stared at Kayla's tits a little too long at every office party. Niko circled his name, pulse pounding in his ears. Kayla leaned in, lips brushing his ear. 'Mike's the slow-burn type. He'll talk me into it. Make me beg for his cock before he even touches me. Bet on duration—if he keeps me out past midnight, you stay locked another week and cook dinner every night in nothing but an apron, like the pathetic housewife you are.'
Niko nodded before his brain could catch up. The fantasy was already eating him alive: Kayla stumbling in with that just-fucked glow, thighs sticky with another man's cum, making him kneel and lick her clean while she laughed at how desperate he was.
She reached down and squeezed the cage, nails scraping the steel. 'Look at you. Already leaking like a fucking loser.' A wet spot had spread on his boxers. Kayla slipped a finger under the waistband, smeared his pathetic pre-cum across the bars, then sucked it off her finger with a filthy moan. 'Mmm. You taste like pure desperation.'
They spent the next hour acting out the dates right there on the couch. Kayla described in filthy detail how Carlos would pin her wrists above her head, sweat dripping onto her tits while he fucked her brains out. She told him how Mike would slide a hand up her dress at dinner, fingers buried in her pussy while she tried to order dessert. Every word made the cage tighter, made Niko's balls ache like they were about to explode. He could smell her arousal now—thick, sweet, and so strong it made his head spin. She was already dripping down her thighs, and she hadn't even left the fucking house.
At one point, she stood up, turned around, and bent over the coffee table, negligee bunched up to show she wasn't wearing a damn thing underneath. 'Pretend I'm in Carlos's car right now. Bent over the console. Ass up.' She reached back and spread herself wide, showing him just how wet and swollen she was for another man's cock. 'Tell me what he's doing to me.'
Niko’s voice cracked. “He’s… he’s gripping your hips. Sliding that fat cock in slow so you feel every inch.”
Kayla pushed two fingers into herself and moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear. “Keep going.”
'He's calling you his hotwife slut. Telling you your pathetic husband is locked up at home, jerking off to the thought of it.' Niko was shaking. The cage felt like it was going to slice him in half.
Kayla fucked herself harder, ass jiggling with every thrust of her fingers. 'And when he blows his load in me... when he fills me up... you're going to taste it, aren't you? You're going to lick every drop out of my pussy like the pathetic little cuck you are.'
Niko whimpered, unable to stop himself. The orgasm tried to tear through him, but the cage strangled it into a dry, painful spasm that left him gasping, cock twitching uselessly, even more desperate than before.
Kayla straightened up, fingers glistening with her own slick, and smeared them across his lips. 'Good boy. That's the spirit.'
They finished the bets on the scorecard. Carlos: high-intensity creampie equals a month of laundry and three more days locked. Mike: long fuck equals apron dinners and another week in the cage. Kayla signed her name with a flourish, then shoved the pen into Niko's shaking hand and made him sign too, kissing his neck like she owned him.
When it was done, she kissed him for real—deep, filthy, tongue fucking his mouth the way she knew made him melt. For one glorious second, he thought she might finally unlock him, might let him inside her. Instead, she pulled back, lips shiny with spit, and patted the cage like she was rewarding a dog.
'Not tonight. Tonight you sleep like this. Thinking about tomorrow. Carlos is picking me up at seven. I'm wearing that red dress you drool over—the one that makes my tits look like they're about to burst out.'
Niko’s phone buzzed on the table. They both looked.
Carlos Rivera: Hey, Kayla. Still on for tomorrow? Can’t stop thinking about that ass in those gym shorts you wore last week. Can’t wait to see what else you’re hiding.
Kayla picked up the phone, read the message, and gave him that smile—the one that made Niko's stomach twist with equal parts terror and sick, needy lust. She turned the screen so he could see every word, then typed her reply while he watched, helpless.
Kayla: Can’t wait either. Hubby’s already locked and counting the hours. See you at seven, big boy.
She hit send, set the phone down, and stared straight into Niko's wide, desperate eyes, like she could see every filthy thought crawling through his head.
“Game on, baby.”
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