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The Water Engineer – Part 06

By Piglett

Saturday morning
A good walk.

I woke up when the lights came on. He was still up inside me. I gently squeezed him out of me and stood up on the bed and slowly walked off the end attempting not to disturb Tim. I had a feel of my balls and a look at the wound. It had scabbed over and was fine. I put shorts and a snuggly hoodie on and my ball strap too then went downstairs. I had a wash, shaved, went to the toilet and put out a toothbrush, wash cloth and towel ready for Tim. I wandered into the kitchen and checked the plants to see if they needed any water. They were all fine.

Then I made up a bottle of cloudy apple juice as well as a big glass full. I drank it all down then made a coffee. I wandered through the dining room then through the conservatory and went outside. It was cold but mild for this time of year. I put my hand round the mug for warmth. My balls noticed the cold and retracted a bit against the leather strap and ached. I tidied a few things up and looked at the mess.

“Good morning Rupe,” he said.

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Leather Road Trip – Part 03

By rts

Sitting wearing this chastity belt was not too comfortable. My cock was forced toward my crotch by the tight steel strap holding the access hole firmly around my butt hole then up my back to the belt. My piss-soaked leathers were squeaking as I squirmed around on the saddle trying to find a rideable position. The vibrations the road and the motor transferred to my caged cock, pressing down on the seat and constantly stimulating it. This was going to be a long, uncomfortable ride. I now realized that with my cock in this position I would have to drop my leathers and squat whenever I needed to piss or just let it go and continue to soak my leathers, adding to the rankness. With 2 days ride to my place, 2 days there and 2 days back to Smitty’s, I would remain locked in these miserable hides for another week, so continuing to piss in them would be impossible to endure.

As I rode the miles, slowly my discomfort increased, each bump agonizing to my poor balls held down tight toward my crotch by the chastity belt, and the strap through my ass didn’t feel too great either. It would be a long 6 days locked in it until I returned to my Sir’s shop.

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