I opened Dave's email and started to read. He'd laid everything out for the weekend. Starting now, the only thing I was allowed to eat or drink was water or protein shakes. No soda, no meat, not vegetables or anything. I didn't have any big plans for Friday night, so I knew I wasn't screwed there. He told me that I had to stop by the drug store on my way home from work, and buy a package of adult diapers, two enema kits and some pedia-lite. I had to drink 200 ounces of water again on Friday, and he'd be sending me text messages to tell me to drink. Any time he did, I had to drink at least 8 ounces and report back to him. I was instructed to be at his house at 10am Saturday morning, wearing the diaper under my street clothes, just in case of accidents, and to be ready to give up all bodily functions until 10pm on Sunday night.
I closed the email, excited as hell, and headed off to bed. The next 72 hours were going to be insane!
--- And now, the continuation ---
Waking up, I knew I was screwed, I had to piss so badly, but knew that after his previous emails, I didn't have much control, he had it all. If I wanted to piss, I needed his permission. I knew it was going to be a painful day, having to drink 200 ounces of water. As I crawled out of bed, still feeling groggy, I remembered last night's email, water or protein shakes only. How the hell was I going to start my day I wondered to myself? I'm normally a tea drinker, and get my caffeine in the morning that way. But not this morning.
As I stumbled into the kitchen, I figured I'd start strong, and got a 32 ounce water bottle from the cupboard, and filled it with water, and walked into the living room to start drinking it and check my email before I got into the shower. I was surprised to see an email from Dave after reading last nights mail. I expected to only hear from him when I was begging him to let me piss.
"Boy, I forgot one thing last night. I bet you have to piss right now, don't you. You can, BUT, first go to the kitchen, and get yourself a glass, not a big one, just a normal juice glass. Do you see where this is going boy? You can piss, but only once you've filled the glass, and have drank everything that's in it. For the rest of the day, if you want to piss, you can either email or SMS me and beg, or you can drink a glass of your own piss.
PS: I'll be in meetings most of the day, so it may take me a bit to reply to your requests J"
SHIT. SHIT. SHIT! So not only did I have to piss, I now had a raging hard on! How the fuck was I supposed to be able to piss after he got me so excited! At least I knew I wouldn't have that problem this weekend with the catheter in! I finished my 32 ounces of water and walked into the kitchen to grab a glass to piss into. I headed to the bathroom and stood there trying to fill the glass, it took forever for my dick to get soft enough to fill the glass. I had to strain the whole time, so I knew I was safe in not emptying my whole bladder before I finished my first glass of piss.
This might come as a surprise to you, but I'm kind of a piss virgin. I've tasted piss before, but never been forced to drink this much. I put the glass up to my lips and took in the aroma, an aroma I knew I liked. It smelled sweet, and warm. I gently tipped the glass back and let the warm liquid fill my mouth. It didn't taste bitter or salty like everyone made me believe it would. But instead, good, no, it tasted great. Before I knew it, the glass was empty!
Since I had permission to piss at this point, I went back into the bathroom, turned the shower and started my normal morning routine. Well, as normal as it can be if someone else gets to control when you piss and drink. I pissed all over myself in the shower, trying to cover as much of my body as I could with my piss. I kind of got carried away!
My work day was pretty routine, other than the big water bottle sitting on my desk all day. Around 10:30am, I had to piss really badly, and knew I could either SMS Dave, or take a glass into the men's room at work. I decided that I'd start by emailing him. Maybe he wasn't in a meeting or wouldn't ignore me in my time of need, and heck, while I was at it, I might as well finish this water bottle and get a little bit more. 2 minutes later, no response. 3 minutes, 4 minutes. After 15 minutes, and the extra water I had just drank, I knew I couldn't hold it any more. I had to drink my own piss again, which I was excited about, but to do it at work! What would someone say if they saw me walk into the bathroom with a glass? Would they know? Would they wonder?
I grabbed a coffee cup and headed for the 3rd floor mens room, which was thankfully empty when I walked in. I headed straight for a stall and decided I better get it over with before anyone walked in. I dropped my pants, put my cock in the cup, and tried to let a little piss out. I had to piss so badly it just started flowing. And flowing. As the cup continued to get fuller and fuller, I knew I was going to have to pinch it off soon. My instructions were clear, I could piss when the glass was empty, and not before. The pain of pinching off was insane. I don't think I've ever felt like that before.
I pulled the cup back up to my lips for the second time that day and started drinking, gulping more accurately. I was hungry for this stuff. I wanted more. I knew it was coming, but this was my opportunity to start. As I finished the mug, I pointed my cock in the toilet and let the piss go.
As I pulled my pants up, I had a familiar taste in my mouth, the taste of piss. FUCK! Would people be able to smell it on my breath? I didn't even think of that! What would my co-workers think, would they be able to tell? I knew Dave must've thought of that. He's creative and mean like that; and that's why I like him! I knew there wasn't much I could do other than head back to my desk and pray that no one would come talk to me for the rest of the day. Of course, as I walked out of the bathroom, I felt my phone vibrate, a new SMS message. "You may piss within the next 4 minutes, otherwise, you need permission again." Crap, I couldn't even use that permission for later, I was going to have to ask all over again.
The rest of the day progressed much the same. Dave made me wait at least 40 minutes after I sent my request until he gave me permission, and even then, only gave me a couple of minutes to piss. By late afternoon, I thought I had his system figured out. As soon as I had to piss, I'd ask, knowing that by the time he said yes, I would really, really need to piss.
I left work about my normal time, and remembered that he had left me instructions that needed to be followed on my way home. I was to stop at the drug store, and pick up some enema kits, and some adult diapers.
When I got home, there were 3 emails from him, each with a subject line telling me in which order I was to read the emails.
Email 1:
"Boy, DO NOT READ THE NEXT EMAIL UNTIL YOU'VE COMPLETED THE TASK ASSIGNED IN THE PREVIOUS EMAIL.
By this time, you probably need to piss again. Before you can do that, you must go drink 16 ounces of water, and use the enema kits to clean yourself out. By this time, you've not had any solid food in about 24 hours. Do not proceed until the water runs completely clear. I don't care how many times it takes. Once you've done that, you can piss.
Send me an email when you start each task, and another to let me know when you've finished."
I grabbed my enema stuff and headed to the bathroom to clean out. I've not really had many enemas before, but knew a bit about them. It took me almost 30 minutes to get the water coming out clear, and that whole time I needed to piss so badly. And filling my butt with water wasn't helping, it was putting more pressure on my bladder. I know Dave was enjoying this.
I went back to my computer and read the second email from Dave:
"Good boy. Not that your ass is clean, the next one is easy. Until you go to bed tonight (and you may not go to bed before midnight), you are to drink 32 ounces of water an hour. You may piss any time you want. But there is one condition. You can only piss while wearing those diapers you bought. Until bed, you can change the diaper as often as you need. But once you've got to bed, you may not change the diaper again until morning.
When you get up in the morning, you can read the final email. Good night my little recycling boy."
With that, I knew my weekend was set. I stood up and headed to the living room to get the diapers and start the rest of my night...
To Be Continued!
Thanks for the emails boys (and Sirs!) Glad you're enjoying as much as I'm enjoying writing them. If you've got ideas for what Dave should do to the boy when he's recycling, feel free to share J