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.