Locked for Life 40 - Honeymoon 4

Everyone in this story is 18+.

Jason and I spent the next few hours or so drinking, soaking up the sun, and enjoying our time on the boat. I was naked, of course, constantly keeping my eye on the nearby boats and making sure nobody got close enough to see. During that time, we made a fair dent in the cooler we’d packed with ice cold beers.

“How’s my caged hubby doing?” Jason asked after crushing yet another empty can.

“Good,” I replied. “Horny, but what else is new?” We shared a brief laugh, feeling the boat rock, giving way to our tipsiness. “Need another?”

Jason put a hand up. “I’m good, thanks. Don’t think I could fit another ounce of liquid without bursting. In fact… no, never mind.”

“What?” I asked.

My husband grinned to himself. “You don’t wanna know, Grant. You don’t need to submit yourself to all my fantasies.”

My dick and I both perked up at that. I sat up a little straighter, and my pathetic cock bulged in its confinement. “Yes I absolutely do,” I said eagerly. “Your pleasure is my pleasure. You know that.”

He glanced down at his growing bulge, that cheeky look still on his face. That was my husband for you; only hours ago he had rubbed one out, and yet he was already getting horny again. “Well, there is something I’ve wanted to try…”

“Anything,” I said. I didn’t want to come off too desperate, but then again, this was Jason and me we were talking about. I was always desperate.

“Those beers are running right through me, babe. I’ve had to piss for the better part of an hour.”

My stomach dropped. I could see where this was going. “…And?”

Suddenly he stood. The boat rocked. “And,” he continued, “I’ve been wondering where I should relieve myself.”

I didn’t know what to do. I could feel my nerves building, though from fear or excitement, I couldn’t tell. “How can I help with that?” I asked.

Jason said nothing. He simply gave a look that said ‘you know,’ then made his way to the back of the boat.

I quickly followed. “Jason,” I said hurriedly. “Are you sure?”

He came to a stop at the back of the boat. He lowered his bathing suit and whipped out his fat cock, chubbed up to half mast. “Get down there, Grant.”

Off the rear, there was a small platform and a ladder meant for climbing in and out of the water. There was just enough space on it for someone to stand - or kneel. “O-okay,” I muttered. I stepped down, then lowered myself to my knees on the platform. “Ready, Jason.”

A second later, a hot stream hit me right in the chest. “Fuuuck,” my husband sighed.

This was a new low for me. And somehow I loved it. I didn’t think I was into the peeing itself, but rather the degrading nature of it. It was like Jason was making his claim, marking me as his property. He owned my dick, and now he was proving that it went beyond that. I was his to use, in any way he pleased, and this was his proof. My dick strained wildly, bursting at the seams of the cage. My husband’s hot piss ran down my body, through the crevices of the cage, dripping off my pathetic dick.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Jason asked. “My whore husband is enjoying this just as much as I am.”

“Yes,” I muttered under my breath.

“What was that?” Jason demanded. He directed his dick upward, spraying me straight in the face. “Speak up, slut.”

“Y- ah- yes, Jason,” I said through a blast to the face. The hot liquid was all over me. I never felt more degraded in my life. I also never felt more turned on.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

Without a word, I turned in place. My knees rubbed against the hard surface of the platform below, but I bit my tongue. No complaining. That’s part of being a submissive whore. My back to my husband, the unceremonious marking continued.

“Ahhhh, that’s it.”

He was pissing on my back now. Urine coated my skin, running like a river between my cheeks. I couldn’t believe how much he had in the tank. To be fair, we’d drank a decent amount. But to see this kind of volume come out the other end was something else.

“Spread your cheeks, babe.”

“Yes, Sir.” My hands moved before I even registered what he said. I pulled my asscheeks apart, arching my back and exposing my hole to him.

His stream soaked my hole, and for a second I wished he would come over and take me from behind. I wanted him to shove his fat cock inside me and continue pissing, inflating me like a balloon. Fuck, I was so depraved. I just needed to be used. Used and fucked and bred and pissed on and… fuck, I was horny.

The last of his stream finally died down. I glanced over my shoulder to see him giving it a shake, of course spraying me with the remaining drops.

“Ahhh. Much better.”

“Happy to help,” I replied. I turned back around, though I knew better than to get up off my knees. “Time to wash off?” I asked.

He grinned. “You read my mind.” Then he lifted his leg, placed his foot on my shoulder, and shoved me backwards into the water.