"Now boy, you're in your diaper, and this diaper stays on until morning. I'm about to leave, you're not allowed to move until you hear the door close and then you must count to one thousand. Once you hit one thousand, you may remove the diaper from your head, take the gag out and then before you go to bed, you're to drink 2 more bottles of water. Set your alarm for 7am tomorrow, and when you get out of bed, check your email, you'll find your instructions for the rest of the day there. Do you understand?"
Grunt
I finally felt relief as my bladder had finally emptied, but sadness that Dave was leaving for the night. I wasn't sure how I was going to last in the diaper and cath, but that wasn't my problem any more. I heard Dave walk out the door, and I started counting...
1... 2...
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998... 999... 1000.
I had just finished counting to one thousand, my cathed cock draining in to the diaper that Dave had put on me before I left. I was hard as a rock, but with the cath in, it didn't matter, my bladder was draining as quickly as it was filling, and with all the water I had to drink, it was pretty fast.
I took the blindfold off my face, but wanted to leave the gag in, to see what Dave had inserted in my mouth. I got up and walked to the bathroom to see how I looked, and it was hot. Oh my god it was hot. Dave had found a gag that I'd seen before, that basically consisted of an open tube that forced my mouth open, and allowed him to pour anything into my open mouth he wanted. I knew he'd be putting that to very good use tomorrow and I couldn't wait. I knew I had to get to bed quickly, so I took it off and placed it gently on the counter and went to the kitchen to refill my water bottle. It was pure torture drinking more water, my tummy was still feeling bloated from all the water I already had to drink, my diaper was feeling heavy and somewhat full, and I knew I had to drink two more bottles.
It took me almost 20 minutes to force the water down -- I didn't want to disappoint Dave, but I felt like if I drank any more, I was going to be like a bursting water balloon. I walked back to my bedroom to crawl into bed, but it was weird, as I walked the wet, heavy diaper forced me to keep my legs somewhat bowed, I couldn't walk like I normally do. In between my legs was a heavy, warm, piss filled diaper that was holding all the water I had been drinking all evening. As I got into bed, I ran my hand up and down the outside of my wet diaper, feeling my cathed cock and the warmth of the diaper. It was so hot, as I was rubbing my hand up and down the diaper, I could feel my cock getting harder, I started rubbing a little faster and a little harder until I suddenly realized that Dave might consider that me playing with myself and get really upset with me!
I've never had such a difficult time falling asleep, I was like a kid waiting for Santa to show up on Christmas morning -- but knowing that he was bringing EVERY gift that you asked for! I think I maybe slept about an hour between the time Dave left and when my alarm when off at 7am. Heck, it was about 6:20 when I got up because I knew that I wasn't going to be able to sleep those last 40 minutes. I raced over to the computer to read my email and get the instructions for the day.
"pissboy, by now you've been cathed and diapered for about 7 hours. Before I left last night, I took the attached pictures of you. You'll notice I included the tattoo you've got, and stuff from around your apartment, so it's going to be VERY clear to all of our friends the compromising position you're in right now. Consider that my insurance -- no one will ever see them if you follow the directions I provide for the weekend. In fact, I'll delete all copies on Sunday night before you leave, but only if you leave having completed all of your instructions. After reading this email, you are to reply telling me you are about to start. Before you do anything, you will drink at least 2 bottles of water and 1 gatorade. We need to keep you properly hydrated. I know you've given yourself an enema before, so I want you to do that to yourself -- I want you butt spotless. You may then shower, do not bother using soap or shampoo or anything like that -- just rinse. Once you've finished in the shower, I want you to put a new diaper on and get dressed in clothing you don't mind if it gets destroyed. Don't bother with deodorant, hair stuff or anything like that -- you won't need it this weekend.
After you've dressed, it's time to pack the overnight bag -- pack the gag I used last night, and a change of clothing for when you leave on Sunday. Then, get your ass over here. I expect to see you just before 8am."
And with that, I knew what I had to do -- I quickly swallowed the two bottles of water and pulled out the enema kits that I had used before, and started cleaning myself out. It took about three flushes to get myself to a place where I knew I wouldn't have any problems. Cleaning myself out was a messy process, not for the obvious reason, but there was nothing for the cath to drain into, and I ended up making a bit of a piss puddle on the floor. I quickly finished up in the shower, put my diaper on and got dressed in an older pair of jeans and a t-shirt I hadn't worn in a while What I didn't realize was that the only jeans I didn't really care about were a pair of skinny jeans, which meant my diaper was completely visible through them. I grabbed the gag, and put it and spare pair of jeans and a t-shirt in to my bag and walked out the door at 7:22am -- plenty of time to get to Dave's.
At 7:45am, I walked up to Dave's door and knocked, anxiously waiting for an answer. It didn't take long for him to come to do the door. He looked fantastic -- he was wearing a pair of rubber pants, a tight button down rubber shirt that showed off his chest beautifully and on his left wrist, had a yellow and black rubber wrist band.
"Good pissboy -- come in, strip off your clothes, but be sure to leave the diaper on. Then, I want you on your knees. From this point forward, you will not be allowed to stand at any time unless explicitly told to -- do you understand?"
"Yes Sir" I replied, and immediately started following his instruction, stripping off my clothes and putting them into a neat pile on the floor. I placed my bag on the floor beside my clothes, and assumed what I considered a good position for a boy on his knees, which my head bowed and my hands behind my back.
"Not bad pissboy -- I'm glad to see you followed my instructions. I've got lots more in store for you this weekend. But first, we have a few things to get ready for."
With that, he reached in to my diaper and pulled out the end of the catheter. I hadn't noticed the small towel covering some things on the table beside the door, but he removed the towel and pulled out a rather large syringe that was filled with something. He pushed the tip of the syringe into the drainage tube of the catheter and started pushing on the plunger.
"I told you I might drain you or fill you or do all kinds of things to you boy. For now, I'm going to fill your bladder with saline, and then clamp it off so we can start preparing you to be a true recycling slut."
As he continued to push the plunger down, I could feel my bladder getting more and more full -- it was getting to where it was last night, when I was begging to for permission to piss. As he emptied the first syringe, he reached behind himself again and got a second one, and replaced it with the first, filling me with another full syringe of water. My bladder was so full, and he had complete control of me. Not only could I not piss, I couldn't even use my safe word -- he had the photos of me that would be way too embarrassing to get out!
"Is your bladder full boy?"
"Yes Sir" I replied.
"Good -- now it's time to start the real preparations. First though, I think you need a drink don't you boy?"
Before I could even answer, his cock was in my mouth and his hands behind my head holding it in.
"You better not spill any boy -- I'll be really disappointed!" he said. I knew I'd better lock my lips around his cock. I knew I had to be gentle, he didn't have a cath in his cock, so if I got him hard, it would be impossible for him to piss in me -- which was something I really wanted.
His stream started slowly, a gentle, warm liquid filling my mouth. The taste was not as strong as it was last night, but it was still stronger than what I'd been drinking of my own. The stream got faster and faster, and I couldn't move. He held my head up against his body, with his cock filling my mouth. There was no way I could get away. I was struggling to keep up with his stream, but knew I didn't have much choice, I had to the my best to drink it all.
After what felt like an eternity, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and bent over and gently kissed me, whispering in my ear how proud of me he was and how much he was going to enjoy making me his recycling piss boy for the weekend.
"Okay boy, time for the next step." And with that, grabbed something else off the table behind him. In front of me, Dave held one of the hottest hoods I'd ever seen -- a rubber urinal hood. It was black, with a trough about where my mouth would go, it had two holes where the nose was and that was it. Once it went on, I wasn't going to be able to see a thing.
"Once this goes on, it will stay on until you leave Sunday. You will be watered, fed and dealt with completely as a urinal. You'll recycle your piss, my piss and maybe a few other treats if you're luck."
I started shivering in anticipation as he placed the hood over my head, pulling it tight in the back and zipping it up tight. It felt awesome, I could breath through my nose, and for now my mouth, but we'd see how long that would last. I then heard a tiny click, it didn't take long for something else to happen, as I felt something surrounding my neck, not too tight, but I knew immediately that he was putting a collar on my neck in addition to the hood. It was followed by a second click.
"You've now been hooded, and collared boy. Those two clicks you heard, were locks and they're not getting unlocked until 8pm Sunday. So not only are you a recycler boy for the weekend, you've been collared and are my recycler boy."
Grunt. I couldn't easily reply with the hood on, but I did my best.
"Good recycler! Now, on all fours, it's time to take you into the play room, we need to continue preparing you for the rest of the weekend." As I did, I could feel Dave attach a leash and start pulling me towards his play space. I'd been there a couple times before so I knew roughly which direction I was headed.
I knew the moment we got into the playroom because it was suddenly a lot warmer in there and the floor much softer. I think Dave moved me to somewhere in the middle of the room, but I'm not really sure. He picked me up and put me on to what I think was his examination table. I was mostly sitting up but not quite.
I could feel Dave playing with the cath in my cock, but wasn't really sure what he was doing. There was some tugging and twisting, enough to have gotten me harder than I already was -- it was like he was teasing me by not quite playing with my cock, but playing with it at the same time.
"Before we go too much further boy, it's time to start a little recycling."
Suddenly, there was relief in my bladder, I could feel myself starting to piss, but just as quickly, the hood started filling with warm, sweet tasting piss. It had started, I was recycling my own piss. He must have hooked the catheter up to a long tube to start feeding me.
It was an awful sensation, the relief of pissing but having to swallow so quickly as the hood continued to fill. I knew I had to drink quickly to get it all down. And then it really hit home, as soon as I drank that piss, it was going to go right through me, and circle right back. As the stream started to slow and I was able to catch up I knew instantly I was going to have a fun weekend, my cock was rock hard and I had no control in the matter.
"recycler boy -- you've just had your first cycle. This is going to continue until you're begging for it to stop and then it's going to continue more. And this isn't the only things that's in store for you this weekend. I've arranged for a few surprises. And now it's time to start the first one. To make sure you don't hurt yourself, I need to strap you down..."
I knew then, being a recycler boy was what I wanted that weekend, he didn't even have to strap me down to keep me there, I would have done it on my own. I was a recycler boy.
--- to be continued ---
if you're enjoying the story - please let me know recyclerboy@gmail.com. This story is truely a fantasy at this point, but i'd love for it to become a reality!