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--With the trickle of piss running down my leg, I had to ask for a nappy change. I knew I would get into trouble for asking, but it would save me from ruining the new dungarees. I found him talking to a couple of guys by the bar.
`Sorry to interrupt', I whispered.
`What?', He replied,
`My nappy's started leaking ...'
`What, can't hear you?', he said louder.
Slightly louder, and blushing intently, I replied, `My nappy has started leaking ...'
`Nope, still can't make that out over all this noise. Say again!'
Finally, and loudly, I said, `MY NAPPY'S LEAKING'.
`Oh right', He said and looked at his watch.
`Not bad, that's taken just about 3 hours to get to capacity. Come on, let's get you sorted.'
Then, to the guys at the bar.
`I'll come back in a minute - just got to go and sort his nappy out for him.'
One of the guys suddenly looked very intently at me and said, `You're the guy at the checkout earlier today - I thought you looked familiar.'
Now that I looked properly, I could see it was the cashier I had tried to avoid talking to earlier.
`He keeps you nappied the whole time then?'
I nodded.
`Cool!'
He then looked at me and back at the cashier.
`We're happy for you to join us later, if you want to check what's on under this lot - come back to the apartment', He handed a card to the cashier.
`That's the address. We should be back about midnight - or hang around while I go and sort him out and we can chat in a minute.'
The cashier replied that he was meeting friends but would join us later that night.
He walked me through to the restroom at the back of the bar. It was empty. Rather than going into one of the cubicles, he stopped me in the middle of the room and unpopped the crotch on my dungarees. He put a hand inside and squeezed. His hand came back wet from my leaking piss.
"Oh dear', He said, `you wet your new onesie and dungarees. Dirtied on their first outing - well, if that's how you treat them, then they can stay like that for the time being. No washing them, remember!'
I nodded.
`Lick this dry', He said.
I licked his hand, tasting my own salty piss.
`Good nappyboy', He said. He took the backpack off me and took his keys out of his pocket. He then unlocked and opened the nappy-bag. >From the bag, he pulled out a small pinwheel, then unsnapped the crotch of the onesie, and proceeded to run the pinwheel over the central section of my already leaking nappy. He ran it over the plastic backing several times to ensure that the whole padded region was compromised. Then, he produced a second nappy - another plastic backed one.
These are noisy', He said, I want you noisy!'
The door swung open and the cashier stood there.
Nice', the cashier said, I've never seen a guy in a nappy before - what are you doing?'
He asked to be changed and that's not acceptable', He said, unfolding the new nappy, so he's having another nappy put on top. He must learn to behave when we're out. Anyway, to ensure that he fills the new nappy completely, you have to put holes in the inner nappy - otherwise the inner one just leaks around the legs and the outer never really fills very well. Feel, if you want - he's soaked this one properly - and he'll lick your hand clean after!'
The cashier came forward and ran his hands over the front of my nappy and then between my legs. Then he rubbed the inner thighs, spreading my leaking piss over my legs.
Fuck!', the cashier said, he's smooth too!'
`Yes, nappyboy isn't allowed hair anywhere other than on his head - and he doesn't cum either. You'll see why later.'
I'm intrigued!', said the cashier putting his wet hand up to my face, and he'll lick this?'
Oh, yes', He replied, in fact he'll happily drink your piss, if you want him to - seems a shame to waste it!'
`Really?', said the cashier while I licked his hand, tasting yet more of my own piss.
Kneel', He said to me, gently pushing me down onto the tiled floor, and open your mouth.'
The cashier grinned widely and undid the buttons on his jeans. He wasn't wearing any underwear and I could make out the outline of a very stiff cock, along with a small patch of precum. He pulled his cock so that it sprung up and slightly towards me. He was uncut and about 9", thick too - all in all, a well-endowed young man.
I leaned forward, feeling more of my own piss dribbling down my legs and took him into my mouth. I could smell the faintly musky scent of ball-sweat and precum. I started sucking gently.
Stop sucking', the cashier said, I won't be able to piss with you doing that.'
I stopped and rested his cock in my mouth.
`Open your mouth until he starts', He said.
After a few moments, I felt piss begin to flood into my mouth and I closed it around his gushing cock. I was slightly too late and some piss had escaped. It ran down my chin, neck and over my t-shirt and the top of my dungarees. I gulped it down as fast as I could.
Oh fuck!', said the cashier, that's amazing.'
His cock had softened slightly while he pissed into my mouth. Gradually, it came to a stop and I gently sucked the remaining few drops out of him. He started hardening again. Slowly, and very gently, he started fucking my face. Then little by little, he sped up until he was fucking my face for all he was worth.
After a few minutes, slobber was running down my chin. Suddenly he lunged forward, I felt his balls tighten and then his cock seemed to get even larger as it pulsed stream after stream of cum straight down my battered throat. He pulled out slowly, with me cleaning his cock before he stepped back.
`Fuck. I needed that', he said, looking at Him.
`Thanks for that!'
`If you think he does a good blow-job, then you should try his hole! I take it you're still coming over later?'
`Yes! Absolutely', said the cashier. I want to see what's going on under that nappy.
With that, He stood me up with my legs apart. There was a small puddle on the floor where my nappy had continued leaking. My trainers were also wet.
He pulled the new nappy over the full one and fastened the tapes around it. As he pulled my onesie back over the combined bulk of both nappies, I could feel my piss squelching around my balls and plugged hole. I'm ashamed to say that I was hard for the entire time I had been in the restroom - the pressure of the cage on my cock was beginning to make it ache. I yearned for relief - and somewhere deep down, I actually wanted to go soft. Perhaps being completely flaccid would stop the ache in my groin.
The onesie compressed the nappies back around my body. They had sagged due to the weight of my piss, now they were hugging my body again. He fastened the poppers up around the dungarees and then pissed into his now empty lager bottle. He passed it to me so that I could carry on drinking when we returned to the bar.
As we left the restroom, I could see a reflection of myself in the mirror. Two things leapt out at me - the first being that I had some drying cum and slobber on my chin, the second being that the additional nappy had added to the bulk around my waist. There was little chance of hiding my nappied status! I went to wipe my mouth and chin but He sgrabbed my hand.
No', He said, let it dry naturally'.
With that, we left the restroom and headed back to the bar. The cashier decided to stay with us for the rest of the evening and gave me a pint of water and a pint of lager.
`I'm guessing you keep him well hydrated', he asked.
Yes, thanks', He replied, he can't control his bladder at the moment, and he needs to learn how to behave when we're out. He really shouldn't interrupt us while we're talking, nappy change required or not!'
We carried on drinking for another hour or so, then He suggested going back to the apartment. We climbed into a taxi, me sitting down with a loud squelch combined with the plastic crinkling as the nappy settled. He wasn't kidding when He had said these were noisy nappies.
During the ride, the cashier, I now learned was called Jason, had been gently rubbing my knee and inner thigh. He kept running his hand up towards my nappies and back again.
He, noticing this, took Jason's hand and put it on one of the snap-fasteners around my crotch, then pushed the fingers into the space between them, and gently pulled back. The snap-fastening opened, He looked at Jason and then nodded. Within a few minutes, my dungaree crotch was completely exposed, with Jason running his hand up and down my inner thigh, then up and over my onesie and back down again.
The taxi was approaching the apartment so I moved as if to fasten myself back up again.
`No, leave it', He said.
I moved my hand back again and Jason carried on massaging my nappied crotch and balls.
We climbed out of the taxi and walked up to the apartment, In the quiet of the night, you could hear my every movement.
I think we'll use these nappies as the standard now', He said, they're holding up well and I like to hear you - I'll always know where you are now.'
We climbed the stairs up to His apartment. When we got to the door, I removed my trainers and we went into the living room. Jason and He chatted for a few minutes while He made us all drinks.
Jason asked where the bathroom was. Instead of replying, He went into the kitchen and came back with a pint glass.
Jason grinned widely and stood up. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock. Soft it was gorgeous - in the light of the living room, I could see that Jason kept his cock and balls smooth. He filled the glass and passed it to me.
I drank it, while Jason kept hold of his cock.
`There's a bit more yet', he said.
I finished the pint and passed the glass back. He pissed a little more and passed the glass to me.
`Wait', He said standing up.
He then dropped his jeans and underwear, removing them completely. He took the glass off Jason and filled it up for me. I drank again.
Jason shucked off his jeans. He was starting to get hard again. He removed his top to reveal a nicely defined body. Just the kind of guy I would have lusted after in any pub.
He came towards me and undid the top of the dungarees, they fell to the floor with a thump. I could now see how wet I had made the onesie - there was a piss-line around both leg-openings.
`Let's show our guest what you're wearing for your night out hey?', He said, unsnapping the crotch on my onesie.
A couple of minutes later, and I was stood in just my nappies.
I love that you've got him like this - so smooth too', Jason said moving forward and running his hands over my body, I've never seen someone completely shaved before.'
I'm having him lasered soon', He said, in a matter of fact voice, he'll never have hair again - I call that look the "complete sub" - it's his life now. I'll show you what else I'm working on.'
With that, he unfastened the outer nappy, and then the inner one. They fell to the floor on top of my dungarees and onesie.
Jason gasped.
WOW', he said, is that a catheter?'
Yes', He replied,, I told you he can't control his bladder. I've given him hypnosis and it is beginning to work, but I want him to lose all control permanently. I'm even considering having his bladder sphincter muscles cauterised so that he'll never be able to control his piss again - but we'll see. In the meantime, I've just started using the catheter to remove any chance of him holding his piss in - this will become especially important when he goes to visit his parents at Christmas - I don't want him cheating and holding it all in while he's there.'
Cool', said Jason. And the cage'.
`Simple. He doesn't cum. Ever. I don't even want him hard. But that will take a while.'
`You could always have him castrated', said Jason, starting to masturbate his cock so it stood to full attention.
`I like his balls though', He said.
`Implants!', replied Jason and walked round to the back of me. He ran his hands down my back, sending goose-bumps down my body in waves. He ran his hand down my ass crack and onto the edge of my plug.
`Plugged too! No half measures', he laughed and tweaked the end of the plug, making me arch forward slightly.
Oh yes', He said, and see - he leans forward when you play with his hole - proper sub!'
The whole time, my catheterised cock had been dripping down my leg. He went through to the bedroom while Jason moved behind me and started playing with the plug.
He returned with a catheter-bag and plugged the end of the catheter into it.
No point in wasting any', he said, now - shall we start?