Date: Wed, 13 Oct 2010 22:45:08 -0700
From: The Recycler <recyclerboy@gmail.com>
Subject: The Recycler Boy (Part 4)

"What was that boy, what did you call me?"

"i'm sorry Sir.  That won't happen again, Sir".

"Good boy.  Make sure it doesn't.  I'm glad you emailed me an update.  I
like the creativity you showed.  Is your diaper wet now boy?" he asked.

"yes, Sir."

"Good, go change your diaper, and put the wet one back on your face.  It is
to stay there for the next 30 minutes.  Use a timer to keep track of the
time.  And boy, I'm going to be a little cruel. I want you to play with
yourself, and get yourself close to cumming 5 times tonight.  And I mean
CLOSE.  But if you cum, there will be SERIOUS punishment for it tomorrow. Do
you understand?"

"yes, Sir.  I understand.  I will not cum Sir"

And with that, the phone hung up.

----- Continued -----

as i hung up the phone, i started questioning what i had gotten myself
into.  But my instructions were clear.  I walked into the kitchen, set the
timer on the microwave for 31 minutes hit start and walked back to the
living room to follow Sir's instructions.  I picked up the diaper, it was
starting to cool off, but was still super heavy with my piss, and put it
over my face.  As the world grew darker, I knew my weeknd was just beginning
and I'd probably be looking at something like this the rest of the weekend.
My cock was hard almost the moment that I put the diaper up to my face, so
it didn't take much for me to start stroking myself and getting close.
Hell, I didn't even really have to fantasize about anything, everything I
could have possibly imagined or wanted was either happening or was going to
happen at some point during the weekend.

I tried to pace myself, to get myself close to cumming every 6 mintues - no
clue how I timed it!  The first two times I was pretty good about getting
close, but I knew where the line was, and while I had to work to stop myself
from cumming, I didn't have to think about a naked Barbara Bush or anything
like that thankfully.  The third time was a bit harder, I was thinking about
what it was going to be like to hand over control to Dave - I would have no
say in what I
ate or drank, what might happen to me or anything. And this whole time, I
was getting those glorious wafts of the smell of piss in my face, and I
couldn't do much about it.  As I was getting close on the fourth time, a
thought crossed my mind and I stopped stroking my cock completely. The smell
of piss was right in front of my nose, but why shouldn't I taste it as I was
smelling it!  I took a big breath in through my mouth, then stuck my tongue
out and took a
lick of the diaper.  The taste was no where near as strong as it had been
when I was drinking it from the glass, but I could taste it, and it was
awesome.  Without having to touch myself, I was close again!  I moved my
hand down to my cock, and very lightly played with it, not enough to get me
any closer, but enough to keep me right on the edge.

I knew then it was going to be almost impossible not to cum before the night
was out - I was FUCKED.  How the hell was I going to get myself close at
least two more times, while having the warm, wet diaper on my face, getting
to smell and taste the sensation - but not being able to cum.  I knew it was
a test, and I knew I couldn't fail or I'd face serious punishment. Dave
might even cancel the weekend if I couldn't follow these simple
instructions.  I sat back and started playing with myself again - using
knuckles of my hand, I ran up and down my hard cock starting slowly at
first, and then moving faster and faster.  I wanted to cum so badly - and I
was close for the fifth time in less than 30 minutes. If you haven't tried
it, see if you can get yourself close 6 times in 30 minutes without cumming
- trust me it isn't easy. By the fifth time - the intensity of the need to
cum ran from my cock all the way down to my feet.  I had to grab my balls
and pull - HARD to stop myself from cumming.  It was so close that if a
breeze had blown through my place, it would have been game over.  I would
have been done.

I knew the last one would be tricky, and I didn't know what I'd do - so I
just sat there for what felt like eternity, until I remembered that I was on
a time limit and I didn't know how much time I had.  I had to get myself
close at least once more, and because I couldn't see what time it was, I
didn't know if I had 30 seconds, or 10 minutes.  I figured I'd go fast, just
in case.  I switched up my technique again this time, wanting to try
something a little different.  Normally I'm a lefty, but figured I'd let my
other hand have a go.  And boy did it work, it took about 6 strokes with my
right hand and I thought I was going to blow my load right there.  I didn't
realize switching hands could be that effective that quickly.  I sat back,
and took another big wiff of teh diaper that was sitting on my face -
smelling the piss, knowing that tomorrow it might be mine that I'd be
smelling, or Dave's, or maybe even one of Dave's friends, we hadn't ruled
that out!

Just as the timer on the microwave went off, the phone started ringing.  I
was a little sad that it was time to take the diaper off my face, but was
kind of curious who'd be calling at this late...  Sure enough, it was Dave.

"hello Sir"

"hello boy - we're changing the game a little, I want you to go unlock you
front door, then sit back down on your couch.  You're to drink 2 more
bottles of water, and then put the diaper back on your face. I'll be there
in less than 5 minutes.  When I arrive, you will remain seated, and not move
unless directed.  Goodbye."

And with that he hung up again, without giving me an opportunity to respond
or react.  I jumped up, grabbed my bottle and filled it up once and chugged
it down then immediately refilled it.  As I walked back to the living room,
I unlocked the front door, and sat down on the couch.  Dave hadn't given any
instruction about music or TV or anything like that, so I just put on some
decent music and turned the TV off.  All the water I had before I jerked off
wanted out, and the last bottle I drank was sitting in my tummy, and I still
had one more to get in.  I did my best to power through it, though it took
some work.  I felt bloated and needed to piss sooo badly - I didn't know
what to do.  Well, I did know what to do - follow Dave's instructions.  I
sat back, put the now cold diaper on my face and sat back.

About 10 minutes later I heard the door open, and gentle close. Dave could
see me from the front door and said "Good boy, I can see you've followed my
instructions well.  We're going to get a slightly early start to this
weekend.  Or more accurately, you are."  I couldn't see him, but I knew he
was getting closer to me.  I felt a very soft touch along up arms, and down
my chest.  With the back of his fingers he rubbed his nails across my
nipples as I inhaled in
excitement about what was coming next.  Dave then took a small blind fold
and put it over the diaper to completely blind me.  "Now you can't see,
next, I want you to open your mouth for me piss-boy.  Yes, that's what
you're going to be this weekend, you're going to be my piss-boy."

As I opened my mouth, I felt him putting something in.  I was super excited
as I thought it was his cock and he was going to feed me directly from his
tap, but I felt something wrap around behind my head.  It wasn't quite a
cock, but instead a penis gag that seemed to have a hole in it.  I could
breath through the hole.

"So piss-boy, it's time to start your loss of control.  At this point, you
can't see, and theres a wonderful gag in your mouth - I'll tell you more
about it later.  I'm not going to bind you right now, but if you so much as
move, there will be serious reprecussions.  I'm going to ask you a few
questions right nice, since you cannot talk, I want you to answer by
grunting. One grunt means that you agree, and two grunts means you disagree
or are using your safe word.  Do you understand?"

Grunt

"Good - next question.  Are you willingly giving control of your spirit,
mind and body to me this weekend to do with as I please and within the rules
that we've already agreed upon?"

Grunt

"Good piss-boy, you learn quickly. I'm now going to cathetarize you - and
this cath will be in you until the weekend is over." And with that I heard
Dave pull a few things out of his bag, I had no idea what was going to
happen, I'd never been cathetarized before, and had no idea what to expect.
I heard the
familiar sound of two rubber gloves being snapped on.  Suddenly, my cock
felt very cold as he wiped something over the head of my cock, and then it
got even colder.  "I've just cleaned your piss-tube with alcohol to make
sure everything is clean."  I'm not sure what happened next, but there was
something cold and wet on the tip of my cock.  But I couldn't spend much
time trying to figure out what it was before I felt the first little
invasion of my cock.  The feeling was crazy intense, just a little tiny bith
of the cath was starting into my cock, back and forth in and out.  I'd never
felt such a feeling before!  It was such a rush!

"Wow, good piss-boy, I'm only about 1" in, and you're taking this like a
champ, but no more playing around, it's time to put this in you."  And with
that, I felt Dave start feeding the cathetar in to my hungry cock.  Inch by
inch, he fed it in.  I could feel is sliding down the inside of my rock hard
cock.  It felt like he was going in for hours and hours, though I know in
reality it was probably only 3 or 4 minutes.  He'd go in 2 inches, and then
slowly pull back 1 inch, pause for a second or two and then start the whole
process all over again, pushing in 2 inches and out one until it felt like
he hit a wall.

"Good boy, I'm almost all the way in now, I need you to relax as the cath
goes past your prostate into your bladder.  You're going to feel like you're
going to piss yourself, but that's not your worry - I'm in control now, so
just let it go.  Understand?"

Grunt.

"Good, I'm going to count to three.  One... Two..." And before he hit three,
Dave pushed the last little bit in, and I knew he was in, but I wasn't
feeling any relief - he must have plugged the end of the cathetar.  "Three.
Sometimes I forget a number here and there - sorry" he said with a somewhat
joking tone.

"Now it's time to fill the balloon so it doesn't come out.  I'm going to do
this slowly, if you feel any pain at all, tell me immediately."  It only
took about 30 seconds for him to fill the balloon and with that, I was
cathetarized.

"Okay piss-boy, you're now cathetarized.  I get to control when you piss,
how much you piss, or for that matter, I may let you piss, then fill you
right back up with your own piss.  Now I know you have to piss, but I've got
something in mind for you and I'm pretty sure you're going to love it."

"It's now just after midnight, the time I said you should go to bed, and you
will here momentarily, and if you didn't guess, you're sleeping with the
cath in tonight.  But, before I send you to bed, I'm going to put you into
your diaper so that the cath has something to drain into.  You're going to
have zero bladder control all night - and are going to be forced to use that
diaper I'm about to put on you.  Stand up."

As I stood up - I knew this was exactly what I wanted, he was taking full
control and not giving me any choice.  I heard Dave put a diaper down, and
then felt his hands on my shoulders as he pushed me back down on to the
diaper.  There I was, sitting in my living room, with a wet diaper on my
head, a diaper below me, a cath in my cock, a gag in my mouth and a
blindfold holding the diaper on when suddenly I could taste something in my
mouth - piss!

"Drink boy!" was all he said as my mouth began filling with piss.  It didn't
taste at all like the stuff I had drank of my own earlier, this was much
stronger and more acrid.  "I haven't had a piss in a couple hours boy, so
you get some rather tasty stuff". I had no choice but to drink it as it kept
filling my mouth.  It must have taken 7 or 8 gulps to get most of it down
and it wasn't helping my full tummy or bladder!  "Good boy, that's what I
want to see, you're going to
be drinking my piss, your piss and who knows what else this weekend...
You're going to be a fine recycling piss boy soon enough" he said as I was
still working to swallow all the piss he had just fed me.  Fuck, if I was
going to be recycling this stuff, I'd be pissing his piss out soon enough
and would be re-drinking it!?!  I was so fucking hard again...

As I swalled the last few mouthfuls, I could feel the diaper being done up
around my waist, the my cath'ed cock sticking up just above the diaper.
"Stand up boy" he said.  As I did, I felt a sudden relief as if the Hoover
dam had been opened and my cock started leaking my piss, but the feeling
changed quickly as I realized the tip fo the cath was in the diaper and I
was wetting my diaper with out any control - he had taken it all away.

"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...

--- 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!