By BigMouthfla

We were really loving the new harness. It was so much more comfortable than the previous one, even though it was tighter. The blindfold that was part of it helped me sleep in better on the weekends. During the week it wasn’t a big deal as I was up early anyway, but the weekends became better to sleep in.

We’d still have fun with the padlock and time-controlled safe deposit box. Again it was in all fun. Especially as this new harness was so much tighter fitting, it was always fun to lock it on and toss the key into the lock box and set it to unlock the next morning. We’d always set it for 5 or 6 a.m. anyway, so by the time we woke up it was always unlocked regardless. Just an element of fun is all, and it was only fun at night, as it would be opened by morning.

One Saturday night, as we were going to bed, I set the lock box to open up the next morning as either one of would do when we wanted to have that fun. I set it for 5 a.m. as usual and tossed the key to the lock in it. As we were getting settled in to the harness I told him to grab the lock. Thinking nothing of it, he said, “Sure.” After we were all cozied up secured together he attached the lock and shut it closed. We, of course, had a great bonding experience with him sharing his wonderful juices with me. Ah I love it. And to think that I get this every single night! How lucky am I! We drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I awoke to him trying to wake me. “Honey, honey, are you up?” Not able to speak, I moaned to gesture that I was slowly becoming awake. “Um, honey, what time did you set the box for?” I tried to mumble 5:00, but with his cock stuffed so deeply in my mouth, you really can’t understand a thing I try to say. He said, “You set it for 15:00.” That’s three o’clock this afternoon! It’s just past 9:00 now. The box is still shut and it won’t open.” Panicked, I didn’t know what to do. I tried my damnedest to talk, but nothing legible could come out of my stuffed mouth. His morning hard-on wouldn’t go down. I didn’t know what to do. I know I set that thing for 5:00 a.m. I just know it. Being blindfolded, he couldn’t even show me. So there I was … unable to see and unable to speak as I had a monster cock stuffed deep into my mouth that I couldn’t take out. We both struggled and tried our best to break free of the harness. We both tried as much as possible to pull his cock out of my mouth, but our efforts were futile. It wasn’t going anywhere. We tried for probably a good half hour, but it wouldn’t budge. We were so tightly connected that every moment he’d make I’d follow with him as we were attached together so tightly.

We laid there for a while contemplating what to do. He said, “Baby, I am really really sorry here, but I have to take a leak. I can’t hold it anymore. I’m really really sorry, but I HAVE to go. I’ve been holding it, but I can’t anymore.” I feared this would happen. I mean, I couldn’t very well expect him to wait ALL day to take a piss. I was dreading this. We do this from time to time and both enjoy it, but not in the morning. “I’ll be as gentle as I can, I promise,” he said. So with that being said, he started to let it out. Ah man, this morning piss was far worse than anything at night. And goodness it seemed like he had a gallon to let go. But what else could we do? He had to go, and I couldn’t get off of him. This was a situation of our own doing. He ‘was’ as considerate as can be allowing it to drain as slowly as possible. This is not something either of us ever intended on happening.

After he was finally done, his hard-on started to go down. We were still lying down in bed. I mumbled as best I could that I had to go as well. It took some time before he could understand me, but he eventually got the hint. Now THIS was going to be interesting. We had to get out of bed and he had to walk backwards with me bent over attached to him at the waist toward the bathroom. Mind you, I’m blindfolded so I have no clue where we are going. He leads us to the bathroom and guides me to the toilet. I sit down (I always have to sit as I wear the chastity all the time). I let loose. Ah, that felt good to go. Now you have to picture this. There I am sitting on the toilet with my back arched toward his waist as we’re still attached. I sat there for a while letting it all out. When I was done I reached for the toilet paper to wipe down the belt and pull my underwear back up.

Uh, what to do now? Well we certainly couldn’t do anything that day at least until the afternoon. We went into the kitchen and he started making coffee. About halfway through, he realized that if he drank coffee that I’d be receiving it an hour or so later. In this really odd scenario, whatever he took in I’d be getting it a while later. He realized that the coffee might be a tad unpleasant, so he skipped it and instead just had a glass of water. At least I think it was water. I don’t know how much he had. I could hear him drinking it and could feel his muscles contract as he was swallowing it. I tried to tell him not to drink too much because “I’d” have to relieve him of it. But of course, he couldn’t understand a thing I’d attempt to say. Every time I’d try to talk, the motion of my mouth and tongue would cause him to get hard. This was natural and I didn’t fault him for it, but it was frustrating for me. He’d chuckle every time it would happen.

Baby, I gotta piss again. I’m sorry, but I have to. This time, he stood up and with me on my knees, he started to let loose. This wasn’t nearly as strong as the morning one. Was more ‘normal’ — what I was more used to. Well, not totally used to, but at least more tolerant of. “Baby, do you have ANY idea how HOT this is? You’re attached to me so securely right now. What I take in, you take in. The more water I drink, the more piss you drink. My cock is deeply planted into your mouth, and neither of us can do anything about it right now. This is SO DAMNED HOT!” Oh damn, there he goes again being verbal. AH! I am so damned horny right now. I know it’s useless but I always reach down to my chastity belt just hoping to feel something even though I know I can’t. He starts getting hard, and before long his hands are on the back of my head and shooting a monster load into my mouth. Fucking hell, this is HOT!

We’re like this for hours. I don’t know what time it was, but it was still morning I think. Couldn’t have been more than an hour that passed. So I’d figure it would be around 10 or so at that point. He said the lock was to open up at 15:00, which was another 5 hours away. So I’m thinking to myself … 5 more hours of this. It was getting a bit tiring, but overall I was still enjoying it mostly. He had a piss a couple of more times, as did I, but we managed. That day we sat mostly on the couch with my face buried between his legs all day. Just feeling him in my mouth for so long was really nice. I had never had him in me for that long before, and I was enjoying it. Feeling his ever-so-slightest movements throughout the day was so nice. The ever-growing and shrinking was always a delight.

Eventually 15:00 came around and he heard the box open. We walked to the bedroom, and he got the key and unlocked the harness. Unzipping it, I could see daylight again. He looked at me and smiled, saying, “That was fun … think we should do that again?”

I smiled and said, “I was hoping you’d say that,” and winked.

The End

Metal would like to thank BigMouthfla for this story, which originally appeared on the popular LockedMEN chastity site. This story is posted here with permission.