The Recycler Boy – Part 1

For years, I’ve wanted to do a scene. One scene in particular. I’ve wanted to do a forced recycling scene. The friend who told me about it offered to help out, he’d done it once before and when he told me about it, I knew I wanted to try it. I knew I wanted it to be a forced thing, with me completely restrained, unable to move, unable to stop the recycling, and unable to control the amount of liquid that I was drinking. My friend, Dave agreed to take control, and set up a whole scene for us to play.

We agreed to do it the following weekend, and Dave would be in full control of everything, we agreed that starting first thing Monday, I would be not be allowed to jerk off, and I had to follow his instructions on everything I drank, and pissed.

Monday, I had to drink at least 8 full glasses of water a day, I tend to drink a lot of water, so it wasn’t that hard to do. But Dave set up a new rule, I had to track everything I drank, and every time I took a piss, and then each night I had to send him a report. The first day was tough, but not impossible. By the end of the day, I had drank 108 ounces of water, and pissed 4 times. I sent Dave my evening report, and got a quick reply from him, that I was to check my email first thing in the morning; before I had anything to drink or took a piss.

The Recycler Boy – Part 1

The Recycler Boy – Part 1

For years, I've wanted to do a scene. One scene in particular. I've wanted to do a forced recycling scene. The friend who told me about it offered to help out, he'd done it once before and when he told me about it, I knew I wanted to try it. I knew I wanted it to be a...

The Recycler Boy – Part 2

The Recycler Boy – Part 2

When I woke up Tuesday, I had to piss really badly, but I followed Dave's instructions and got up and checked my email. Sure enough, Dave had sent me an email over night telling me that instead of the 8 glasses of water today, I had to beat yesterdays 108 ounces; and...

The Recycler Boy – Part 3

The Recycler Boy – Part 3

I popped on to email at 11pm to send Dave his nightly summary, and there was an email from him already, with the subject “Send your email first, then read this!” I sent him my email, with my summary for the day, that I had drank 200 ounces of water and was going to...

The Recycler Boy – Part 4

The Recycler Boy – Part 4

I had to piss like a race horse, but I wasn't allowed, I hadn't asked permission yet. I picked up my phone and sent Dave a text message “Need to piss, can I?” Dave quickly replied back to my text and send exactly what I didn't expect. “Not until you ask the question...

The Recycler Boy – Part 5

The Recycler Boy – Part 5

I popped on to email at 11pm to send Dave his nightly summary, and there was an email from him already, with the subject “Send your email first, then read this!” I sent him my email, with my summary for the day, that I had drank 200 ounces of water and was going to...

The Recycler Boy – Part 6

The Recycler Boy – Part 6

I sat down on the couch, and picked up the remote control for the television. Just as I turned it on, the phone rang. I picked it up to look to see who was calling. Surprise, it was Dave. I wondered if he’d read my email and was calling to congratulate me, or if he...

The Recycler Boy – Part 7

The Recycler Boy – Part 7

“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 Recycler Boy – Part 8

The Recycler Boy – Part 8

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...

The Recycler Boy – Part 9

The Recycler Boy – Part 9

I grabbed a coffee cup and headed for the 3rd floor men's 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...

The Recycler Boy – Part 2

When I woke up Tuesday, I had to piss really badly, but I followed Dave’s instructions and got up and checked my email. Sure enough, Dave had sent me an email over night telling me that instead of the 8 glasses of water today, I had to beat yesterdays 108 ounces; and I could only piss four times, so I had to drink more, but could only piss the same number of times.

I thought, I better make these good! I figured I might as well start early, and before I even got in the shower drank 16 ounces of water. I tried to hold it as long as I could, but the sound of the running water in the shower, and the sixteen ounces I had just drank needed out. Standing in the shower, I let my piss stream go. It felt so good to let it all out!

I had only four opportunities to piss. As I sat down to write my nightly report, there was already an email in my inbox from Dave. He told me that if I had passed the day, congratulations, and if not, there might be some punishment later, but that I was to tell him if I had succeeded or not. The final part of his email got me rock hard, I wanted to beat off right then and there, but knew I couldn’t. Starting first thing Wednesday morning, I had to SMS him every time I had to take a piss. I didn’t need permission, I just needed to tell him, and I was still limited to four times a day. Damn! Oh and before bed, 24 ounces of water.

The Recycler Boy – Part 1

The Recycler Boy – Part 1

For years, I've wanted to do a scene. One scene in particular. I've wanted to do a forced recycling scene. The friend who told me about it offered to help out, he'd done it once before and when he told me about it, I knew I wanted to try it. I knew I wanted it to be a...

The Recycler Boy – Part 2

The Recycler Boy – Part 2

When I woke up Tuesday, I had to piss really badly, but I followed Dave's instructions and got up and checked my email. Sure enough, Dave had sent me an email over night telling me that instead of the 8 glasses of water today, I had to beat yesterdays 108 ounces; and...

The Recycler Boy – Part 3

The Recycler Boy – Part 3

I popped on to email at 11pm to send Dave his nightly summary, and there was an email from him already, with the subject “Send your email first, then read this!” I sent him my email, with my summary for the day, that I had drank 200 ounces of water and was going to...

The Recycler Boy – Part 4

The Recycler Boy – Part 4

I had to piss like a race horse, but I wasn't allowed, I hadn't asked permission yet. I picked up my phone and sent Dave a text message “Need to piss, can I?” Dave quickly replied back to my text and send exactly what I didn't expect. “Not until you ask the question...

The Recycler Boy – Part 5

The Recycler Boy – Part 5

I popped on to email at 11pm to send Dave his nightly summary, and there was an email from him already, with the subject “Send your email first, then read this!” I sent him my email, with my summary for the day, that I had drank 200 ounces of water and was going to...

The Recycler Boy – Part 6

The Recycler Boy – Part 6

I sat down on the couch, and picked up the remote control for the television. Just as I turned it on, the phone rang. I picked it up to look to see who was calling. Surprise, it was Dave. I wondered if he’d read my email and was calling to congratulate me, or if he...

The Recycler Boy – Part 7

The Recycler Boy – Part 7

“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 Recycler Boy – Part 8

The Recycler Boy – Part 8

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...

The Recycler Boy – Part 9

The Recycler Boy – Part 9

I grabbed a coffee cup and headed for the 3rd floor men's 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...

The Recycler Boy – Part 3

I popped on to email at 11pm to send Dave his nightly summary, and there was an email from him already, with the subject “Send your email first, then read this!” I sent him my email, with my summary for the day, that I had drank 200 ounces of water and was going to bed with a very full bladder and wanted to piss very badly, but to please him, I would wait until morning. As I hit send, I wondered what was in store in his email.

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  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!

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.

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! 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  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?

 

The Recycler Boy – Part 1

The Recycler Boy – Part 1

For years, I've wanted to do a scene. One scene in particular. I've wanted to do a forced recycling scene. The friend who told me about it offered to help out, he'd done it once before and when he told me about it, I knew I wanted to try it. I knew I wanted it to be a...

The Recycler Boy – Part 2

The Recycler Boy – Part 2

When I woke up Tuesday, I had to piss really badly, but I followed Dave's instructions and got up and checked my email. Sure enough, Dave had sent me an email over night telling me that instead of the 8 glasses of water today, I had to beat yesterdays 108 ounces; and...

The Recycler Boy – Part 3

The Recycler Boy – Part 3

I popped on to email at 11pm to send Dave his nightly summary, and there was an email from him already, with the subject “Send your email first, then read this!” I sent him my email, with my summary for the day, that I had drank 200 ounces of water and was going to...

The Recycler Boy – Part 4

The Recycler Boy – Part 4

I had to piss like a race horse, but I wasn't allowed, I hadn't asked permission yet. I picked up my phone and sent Dave a text message “Need to piss, can I?” Dave quickly replied back to my text and send exactly what I didn't expect. “Not until you ask the question...

The Recycler Boy – Part 5

The Recycler Boy – Part 5

I popped on to email at 11pm to send Dave his nightly summary, and there was an email from him already, with the subject “Send your email first, then read this!” I sent him my email, with my summary for the day, that I had drank 200 ounces of water and was going to...

The Recycler Boy – Part 6

The Recycler Boy – Part 6

I sat down on the couch, and picked up the remote control for the television. Just as I turned it on, the phone rang. I picked it up to look to see who was calling. Surprise, it was Dave. I wondered if he’d read my email and was calling to congratulate me, or if he...

The Recycler Boy – Part 7

The Recycler Boy – Part 7

“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 Recycler Boy – Part 8

The Recycler Boy – Part 8

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...

The Recycler Boy – Part 9

The Recycler Boy – Part 9

I grabbed a coffee cup and headed for the 3rd floor men's 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...

The Recycler Boy – Part 4

I had to piss like a race horse, but I wasn’t allowed, I hadn’t asked permission yet. I picked up my phone and sent Dave a text message “Need to piss, can I?” Dave quickly replied back to my text and send exactly what I didn’t expect. “Not until you ask the question properly boy!” Instant hard on! I wanted to piss so badly, and was hard, and knew Dave was taking over control of my bodily functions. How the hell was I going to go to work today I have to deal with this? I was so excited, scared, and turned on it wasn’t even funny. I replied back “Sir, boy needs to piss badly, can he?” After an excruciating two minute wait, I got a text back “Yes, 160 ounces of water today”. Fuck! That was five liters of water! Five!

It was hell, I had to constantly piss, I was shifting in my chair all day, even my co-workers knew something was up. Dave was pretty good about letting me piss, but kept asking me how much I had to drink. Around lunch I had only had about 50 ounces and felt like I was going to explode. I wanted to piss so badly, and I was getting so excited about the weekend. By the time I got home, I felt like my bladder was going to explode! I’d had 120 ounces, and knew I only had to drink another 40 ounces in 4 hours. Easy enough I thought. As I send Dave a text asking for my fourth piss of the day, he said yes, and asked how much I had to drink. I told him, and he quickly replied, that I was to double it, I had to drink 80 ounces before bed. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Forty ounces and not pissing before bed was going to be hard, but eighty and not pissing! Dave sent me a nice encouraging text and told me to be sure to update him via email before I went to bed.

The Recycler Boy – Part 1

The Recycler Boy – Part 1

For years, I've wanted to do a scene. One scene in particular. I've wanted to do a forced recycling scene. The friend who told me about it offered to help out, he'd done it once before and when he told me about it, I knew I wanted to try it. I knew I wanted it to be a...

The Recycler Boy – Part 2

The Recycler Boy – Part 2

When I woke up Tuesday, I had to piss really badly, but I followed Dave's instructions and got up and checked my email. Sure enough, Dave had sent me an email over night telling me that instead of the 8 glasses of water today, I had to beat yesterdays 108 ounces; and...

The Recycler Boy – Part 3

The Recycler Boy – Part 3

I popped on to email at 11pm to send Dave his nightly summary, and there was an email from him already, with the subject “Send your email first, then read this!” I sent him my email, with my summary for the day, that I had drank 200 ounces of water and was going to...

The Recycler Boy – Part 4

The Recycler Boy – Part 4

I had to piss like a race horse, but I wasn't allowed, I hadn't asked permission yet. I picked up my phone and sent Dave a text message “Need to piss, can I?” Dave quickly replied back to my text and send exactly what I didn't expect. “Not until you ask the question...

The Recycler Boy – Part 5

The Recycler Boy – Part 5

I popped on to email at 11pm to send Dave his nightly summary, and there was an email from him already, with the subject “Send your email first, then read this!” I sent him my email, with my summary for the day, that I had drank 200 ounces of water and was going to...

The Recycler Boy – Part 6

The Recycler Boy – Part 6

I sat down on the couch, and picked up the remote control for the television. Just as I turned it on, the phone rang. I picked it up to look to see who was calling. Surprise, it was Dave. I wondered if he’d read my email and was calling to congratulate me, or if he...

The Recycler Boy – Part 7

The Recycler Boy – Part 7

“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 Recycler Boy – Part 8

The Recycler Boy – Part 8

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...

The Recycler Boy – Part 9

The Recycler Boy – Part 9

I grabbed a coffee cup and headed for the 3rd floor men's 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...

The Recycler Boy – Part 5

I popped on to email at 11pm to send Dave his nightly summary, and there was an email from him already, with the subject “Send your email first, then read this!” I sent him my email, with my summary for the day, that I had drank 200 ounces of water and was going to bed with a very full bladder and wanted to piss very badly, but to please him, I would wait until morning. As I hit send, I wondered what was in store in his email.

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.

The Recycler Boy – Part 1

The Recycler Boy – Part 1

For years, I've wanted to do a scene. One scene in particular. I've wanted to do a forced recycling scene. The friend who told me about it offered to help out, he'd done it once before and when he told me about it, I knew I wanted to try it. I knew I wanted it to be a...

The Recycler Boy – Part 2

The Recycler Boy – Part 2

When I woke up Tuesday, I had to piss really badly, but I followed Dave's instructions and got up and checked my email. Sure enough, Dave had sent me an email over night telling me that instead of the 8 glasses of water today, I had to beat yesterdays 108 ounces; and...

The Recycler Boy – Part 3

The Recycler Boy – Part 3

I popped on to email at 11pm to send Dave his nightly summary, and there was an email from him already, with the subject “Send your email first, then read this!” I sent him my email, with my summary for the day, that I had drank 200 ounces of water and was going to...

The Recycler Boy – Part 4

The Recycler Boy – Part 4

I had to piss like a race horse, but I wasn't allowed, I hadn't asked permission yet. I picked up my phone and sent Dave a text message “Need to piss, can I?” Dave quickly replied back to my text and send exactly what I didn't expect. “Not until you ask the question...

The Recycler Boy – Part 5

The Recycler Boy – Part 5

I popped on to email at 11pm to send Dave his nightly summary, and there was an email from him already, with the subject “Send your email first, then read this!” I sent him my email, with my summary for the day, that I had drank 200 ounces of water and was going to...

The Recycler Boy – Part 6

The Recycler Boy – Part 6

I sat down on the couch, and picked up the remote control for the television. Just as I turned it on, the phone rang. I picked it up to look to see who was calling. Surprise, it was Dave. I wondered if he’d read my email and was calling to congratulate me, or if he...

The Recycler Boy – Part 7

The Recycler Boy – Part 7

“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 Recycler Boy – Part 8

The Recycler Boy – Part 8

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...

The Recycler Boy – Part 9

The Recycler Boy – Part 9

I grabbed a coffee cup and headed for the 3rd floor men's 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...

The Recycler Boy – Part 6

I sat down on the couch, and picked up the remote control for the television. Just as I turned it on, the phone rang. I picked it up to look to see who was calling. Surprise, it was Dave. I wondered if he’d read my email and was calling to congratulate me, or if he was pissed. I answered it somewhat timidly.

“Hello boy”

Hey Dave” I replied.

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.

you understand?”

“yes, Sir. I understand. I will not cum Sir”

And with that, the phone hung up.

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 weekend 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.

 

The Recycler Boy – Part 1

The Recycler Boy – Part 1

For years, I've wanted to do a scene. One scene in particular. I've wanted to do a forced recycling scene. The friend who told me about it offered to help out, he'd done it once before and when he told me about it, I knew I wanted to try it. I knew I wanted it to be a...

The Recycler Boy – Part 2

The Recycler Boy – Part 2

When I woke up Tuesday, I had to piss really badly, but I followed Dave's instructions and got up and checked my email. Sure enough, Dave had sent me an email over night telling me that instead of the 8 glasses of water today, I had to beat yesterdays 108 ounces; and...

The Recycler Boy – Part 3

The Recycler Boy – Part 3

I popped on to email at 11pm to send Dave his nightly summary, and there was an email from him already, with the subject “Send your email first, then read this!” I sent him my email, with my summary for the day, that I had drank 200 ounces of water and was going to...

The Recycler Boy – Part 4

The Recycler Boy – Part 4

I had to piss like a race horse, but I wasn't allowed, I hadn't asked permission yet. I picked up my phone and sent Dave a text message “Need to piss, can I?” Dave quickly replied back to my text and send exactly what I didn't expect. “Not until you ask the question...

The Recycler Boy – Part 5

The Recycler Boy – Part 5

I popped on to email at 11pm to send Dave his nightly summary, and there was an email from him already, with the subject “Send your email first, then read this!” I sent him my email, with my summary for the day, that I had drank 200 ounces of water and was going to...

The Recycler Boy – Part 6

The Recycler Boy – Part 6

I sat down on the couch, and picked up the remote control for the television. Just as I turned it on, the phone rang. I picked it up to look to see who was calling. Surprise, it was Dave. I wondered if he’d read my email and was calling to congratulate me, or if he...

The Recycler Boy – Part 7

The Recycler Boy – Part 7

“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 Recycler Boy – Part 8

The Recycler Boy – Part 8

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...

The Recycler Boy – Part 9

The Recycler Boy – Part 9

I grabbed a coffee cup and headed for the 3rd floor men's 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...