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Clearly I wasn't going to get into the bathroom. I went to the bedroom and put a fresh nappy on. I grabbed my joggers, t-shirt and trainers for the car journey, then to the kitchen to drank the allotted 2 pints or water.
I dressed and then got my car keys and `phone. It was 6:42, I would be slightly early, but only by a minute or two. I was relieved. The journey was painful thanks to last night's paddling and caning - and I could feel wetness around my hole - no doubt it was Don's cum leaking out of me.
I made it in less time than expected, but parked just out of sight of Paul's house. There, I stripped back down to my nappy, putting the clothes on a tidy pile on the passenger seat. I'd be going in, as instructed, in just my nappy. The nappy was extremely loud; the plastic backing made it impossible to make any movement quietly.
At two minutes to, drove the few hundred yards to his house and pulled up on the driveway. Barefoot, I walked up to the front door and pressed the bell. I should be right on time, or slightly early - either would make Paul happy.
Paul opened the door and looked at me. I was pissing again. Bright blue wetness indicators started to appear - there was no hiding my nappy state. I could feel the breeze on my hairless body - and a slight tightness on my inner thighs - some of Don's dried cum was still on me stuck to my skin in its white semi-transparent sheen.
`Are you trying to annoy me or are you just stupid?' Hw asked?
`I ... sorry?' I stammered.
'Forty three seconds early; and, go back to your car and fetch your clothes.'
Hastily, I went back to the car and took the pants and t-shirt off the seat. I walked back towards Paul.
`All of them - trainers too, I believe.'
Once again, I walked back to the car and unlocked it. Now with my trainers on top of the bundle of clothes, I walked back to Paul.
So,' he said, you're now three minutes late - and not in the condition I mandated. Take your nappy off.'
`Here?' I asked.
`NOW,' he barked.
I put my pile of clothes on the floor and pulled my nappy down, as if they were shorts.
Right,' he said, give me your car keys and `phone, and let's get you and that pile inside.'
As before, he took my `phone and keys and locked them into his office.
We walked down the hallway and into his sitting room. There was a projection-screen running - it showed me sitting on the sofa telling Paul how I'd been in ecstasy, then cuts to my punishment, and then various cuts of me at home asking Don to fuck me. The detail from the cameras was surprisingly good; it was absolutely clear that it was me in the videos. He was making a point. Smiling, he pressed a button on a remote control and the video stopped.'
He had put an absorbent changing mat on the sofa.
`Sit there, on top of your clothes. They may as well absorb something - unlike you. Put your nappy next to you. It's not full, so you'll be wearing that home tomorrow night.'
I put the clothes on top of the changing mat and then sat on them.
`Now, you have a decision to make. But first, a calculation. Firstly, you missed your target in cutting your underpants. 8 minutes late there, so that's 8. Then you were rude to Don by refusing to sign the mandate until he threatened to call me.
`Then you didn't thank Don for all his hard work - he had to prompt you,. 8 plus 2 for Don.'
He paused.
`Then this!'
He pushed the remote again. I could see me, in my house, getting my clothes and putting them on.
`You broke the rule of nappy and t-shirt at most when at home. You've just lost the right to t-shirts in the house now., of course, so there's that - and then getting dressed. I make that 12 in total.'
He paused.
`Then we have the time. That 180 seconds late.'
`Your next decision will be a big one. Think carefully before you answer. Ok?'
I nodded.
`You have the freedom to choose exactly one of three responses. You'll say it out loud in the full knowledge of the fact that I want to use this to show consensual acts on your part. So make it a request, and make it sound ...'
I started pissing myself. I went to grab my penis to push it down.
`STOP. Open your legs,'
I did as I was told.
`Let it flow over you. Get it on your stomach and chest.'
The stream started subsiding.
`Good - keep your legs open, and make no moves to stop it next time. Ok?'
I nodded.
`Right, now where was I? Oh yes, we have 180 and 12. Your decision:
`Choice 1: You'll say, "please put me in chastity"
`Choice 2: You'll say "please spank me again", and,
`Choice 3: You'll say "please give me multiple orgasms this weekend."
I was about to speak. He raised his hand.
`Think carefully.'
Chastity certainly didn't appeal. 180 paddles and 12 canes was the obvious implication for the totals. Orgasms couldn't be that bad and would at least give me pleasure from my current predicament.
`Please give me multiple orgasms this weekend,' I said, looking straight at him.
`Done.' He said.
Paul walked into the kitchen and came back a few minutes later with a pint of what looked like water, but I assumed it was more than that.
`Down in one,' he said.
I looked at it, then at him.
`Do I add to your tally?'
I took the glass and downed the contents.
Good,' he said, we can wait for that to take effect. In the meantime, I want you to give me all your fetish site account details and we'll have a look together shall we? Bear in mind I have a list from your `phone, so any you miss out will add to your punishment count.'
Over the next hour, he had me read out my fantasies and chats - he made me respond to several that I had clearly met. He was going to own these accounts for time being.
Of course, this was both humiliating and, at times, hot! My cock started to go hard and I pissed all over myself again.
`Looks like we're ready,' he said, looking at my erection. He went into the kitchen and brought out another pint.
`You know the routine.'
I drank this too - my heart was pounding and I felt hotter than usual. My cock had never been so hard.
He walked me down to the cellar. Then he led me to a bench sat in front of a fuck-machine. On the end of the machine was a huge dildo - the largest I'd seen. The bench had a large section cut away in the middle.
Paul had me sit so that I straddled the bench, back to the machine. He fastened cuffs to my legs and then told me to bend forward. The soft leather covering was cold against my bare skin. My erect cock and balls swung down underneath me.
He cuffed my arms and then fastened both arms and legs to the bench's metal frame. Then he lined up the head of the dildo against my hole. He backed it off slightly, then I felt Paul squirt a huge amount of thick sticky lubricant into me. Then he moved the dildo back into position.
`This might take a moment to get inside you, but you'll take it - all of it. I think you'll surprise yourself.'
A tiny click came from the stepper-motor and the tip moved closer to my hole. I could hear the click, then feel the dildo move a millimetre at a time.
While the machine was preparing to rape my hole, Paul had busied himself with some equipment that had a lot of pipework.
He lubricated my rock-hard cock with the same lubricant and then fastened a milking machine teat to me. He ran straps around me, and around the frame of the bench.
More clicks. The pressure on my hole increased.
Paul then moved his attention to my head. He put a gag in my mouth and fastened that with straps around my head. The gag had two inlet pipe attachments. He connected one to the output of the milking machine. I would be recycling my pass and cum.
More clicks. More pressure.
To the other pipe, he attached to a clear tube. He pulled a drip-trolley close to me. Then went to a set of shelves and was making a choice. He came back with a bag full of liquid. He set it up and the liquid started making its way down the clear tube. The bag was marked "Viagra Solution."
More clicks, my hole was stretching to accommodate its invader. Another click and the milking machine began to move up and down my erection.
`Make no mistake, this is a punishment, not a pleasure,' said Paul'.
`Once you've got the dildo in you, you will be totally locked in position and unable to pull away from the milking machine. The viagra you've already had this evening is at the maximum dose safe for you. The drip is set to keep it topped up at this dosage so your erection won't stop for the entire time you're here.'
He smiled as I heard more clicks - the machine was relentless. I could feel my hole protesting.
`I'll come back in about 15 minutes, by which time you'll have that entire monster in you. I'm going to stop it when it's in place as that will prevent you from making any movements to dislodge your new lover.
`Any piss will go straight through and back into your mouth. This will also recycle and spare viagra in your system. I'm looking for at least 14 loads from you before this lot comes off - but unfortunately, most men can't produce after the first four or five orgasms.
`Your balls will ache, your cock will scream for it to stop. By the time this is done, you won't ever want to orgasm again.'
He stood up and walked to the door.
'Oh, and there's a surprise waiting each time you orgasm too - think of it as my little reward.'
More clicks in the silence, the head of the dildo popped through my distended ass-lips. I pissed and could see it coming along the clear pipes and down into my mouth.
After what seemed like an eternity, he came back into the room.
My entire body felt like it was full of the huge dildo now fully lodged into my hole. He was right, I never thought I could take something like this thing.
He stopped the fuck machine at its maximum extension and then turned up the milking machine that had been very gently stroking my erection.
The machine sprung into life. I wouldn't last long at this rate. I could feel my balls begin to retract and the orgasm build.
I was completely incapacitated as my orgasm reached the point of no return. I shot into the milking sheath, and it increased its pace. Then I felt a huge bolt of electricity through my balls. My body jumped instinctively but couldn't actually move. Had it not been for the gag and the cum now spurting into my mouth, I would be screaming. It was actually terrifying.
The post-orgasm pleasure quickly transitioned into discomfort and the machine carried on. Discomfort moved to that need for it to stop, but again, there was no chance of movement and the machine kept going. The viagra was doing it's job - I was still rock-hard.
The electricity through my balls stopped and, from the taste, I realised I had pissed myself again.
Paul appeared in my view.
`Wasn't that something?' he asked.
`Now each time you have an orgasm, and you will be having more, I shall ask you if you want this to stop. If you stop, then you will be in chastity and receive the balance of your punishment. You can stop this at any time simply by pressing the button you'll find next to your hand dangling from the bench. You can't accidentally catch it, it will be a conscious thing.
I'll go now,' said Paul, and turn the lights out as I go - the switch is lit. This can stop as soon as you want it to.'
In the dark, my second orgasm was many times worse - the shock through my balls, the taste of cum and piss (because the shock made me spontaneously piss myself), the pain as I tried to get off the thing impaling my insides - and the relentless action of the milking machine that carried on well past the pain point of post-orgasm hell.
The third took a long time and I think it was mainly just seminal fluid. Each time it seemed worse. I was sweating profusely. My damned erection wouldn't subside and give me a moments relief from the machine still working on my penis.
My fourth orgasm was pretty much dry. My balls ached, my body ached - I needed a break.
In the middle of the fifth, totally dry, post orgasmic pain, the lights came on.
Orgasms number four and five don't count,' said Pail, your pathetic lille cock couldn't produce enough for it to register. Properly So we'll help it along.'
He flicked a switch and electricity coursed through my balls. As I was still trying to get away from the milking machine after my dry orgasm, it was more than I could bear.
I hit the button.