The Longest Weekend Part 1

Author: cbtlover84
Title: The Longest Weekend Part 1
Date: 22 July 2012

This is a joint story co-written by Pup Nitro and KinkyGearGuy in July 2011. Hope you enjoy it.

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- Friday Morning -
"Be prepared for a long weekend, and be ready to push your boundaries boy..." That was the last line of the e-mail that I received from Sir when I woke up this morning. Great, this isn't going to help my morning wood at all. I've been locked in a CB2000 chastity device for four weeks now leading up to our heavy play weekend that starts today. Funny thing about being locked up for this long is that you'll agree to just about anything if you think it will give you the chance to shoot. Sir asked me to tell him one of my biggest fantasies that I have never had the balls to make happen. I told him that I wanted to spend a long weekend of bondage confinement without any real breaks. It makes my cock throb in my CB, but it makes me scared to death also that it will actually happen. Sir knows that I'm off work starting today and I don't go back to the office until Tuesday at 9 AM. Is this really going to happen?

He told me last night that I need to enjoy my morning of moving freely because when I get to his house at noon that's all over. What does that even mean?

I start the day off with a trip to the gym. 20 minutes on the treadmill, feeling my CB flipping back and forth as I walk and jog. Thinking about my confinement, getting me hard again, the pain making me harder still. Today's a circuit day... As I hit each station counting reps I think back on the training sessions where I knew that each failed rep would add a day to my chastity. After a week of workouts, I had earned myself 20 days of lockdown time. I never thought I could last 20 days... Who knew the day after finishing 20, I'd be locked up for nearly a month. I've been going crazier by the day, fantasizing, stroking myself, thinking more and more of Him. I would think of Him pushing me and I'd get hard. I'd think of him training me, and I'd get hard. I'd think of him fucking me and I'd get hard. I'd think of him not fucking me and I'd get hard.

The first three days were the hardest (so to speak). I got almost no sleep. I was half delirious at work. People were asking me if I was sick. I commented about having the flu or something and took a day off which was spent alternately dozing off and waking to a trapped hardon. Day 5 was spent with Him. He ordered my to sit between his legs as he watched some movie on tv. I don't remember what it was. I only remember smelling his sweat, his crotch. Feeling the power of his firm thigh against my head, feeling the slight movements of his legs as he breathed, as he shifted his weight. All I remember is nearly dying of happiness when he rested his hand on my shoulder...

I took a nice long hot shower, making sure I'm clean shaven, freshly cleaned out, my CB neat and tidy. 8:15. Fuck. This was the slowest day in the history of man. Definitely... And still my cock throbbed in its prison in anticipation...

At 8:30 I got a text message from Him saying "you have 210 minutes of freedom left fucker - plug your ass and make it good - it stays there until you get to my house..."

Great 3 1/2 hours plugged while still locked up, this is going to suck. I go to my toy box and grab a medium sized butt plug and the lube. Its going to be up there for a while so I don't wanna push it. As if He read my mind my phone vibrates again and its a text saying "fucker if you don't grab the largest plug you have then you will add an extra month to your time!". SHIT How did He even know? Great now I have to go for the gold. I grabbed the largest plug in my box, which is a solid three inches at the widest part and covered in hard rubber nubs along the whole length. This is going to be the longest morning of my life.

I lube up the plug and start to press it in, which just makes me strain in my CB even more. It takes about twenty minutes of working at it before my body finally swallows it in to the base and the largest nub hits my prostate about sending me through the roof. If he wants me to be wide open by noon he is sure going to have it now. I send him a text message back that says "Sir I am filled and waiting Sir". Almost immediately I get the message back saying "fucker you now have 190 minutes of freedom left. Enjoy your mobility while you can, and reflect on how it feels to piss of your own free will..." What the hell did that even mean?

To make sure that I don't run out of time I start to get my gear that I'm takin for the weekend layed out. Sir has already told me that when I arrive I am to be wearing my latex catsuit under my street clothes so I start to lube the inside of it so I can slip into it before I leave.

"piss freely..." I've always told Sir that I wanted to be cathetered for a long term scene, this must be the day.

Five minutes later I get another text "You haven't taken advantage of what's left of your liberty yet have you...go fucking piss."

I put the phone down and go to the bathroom, and sit down on the toilet, not wanting to splash piss everywhere - right now. I wait for that sense of ahhh that comes with going, but I've got so much nervous energy I can't even take a leak. I want to wait until the last possible minute to dress so I don't get overheated, so I'm pacing around the apartment naked, not sure how I'm going to spend the next... 176 minutes. I get online and check my email...there's a message from him. "Couldn't take a leak could ya, boy. Won't have to worry about that much longer... At 9:30, you will put on your catsuit, and wear it until you arrive. I want it nice and warm for you. And go fucking piss."

As 9:20 came I decided that I had to try and releive myself. I went into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet and strained. Finally I felt my bladder relieve itself. I then went into the bedroom and grabbed my rubber suit and started to slide it up over my legs. Fuck I'm going to be in this for a while. As I slid it up my body it pressed the plug deeper in my ass and my cock throbbed uncontrollably in the CB device. Fuck i'm so ready for that shit to come off.

I sent Sir a text message that said "Sir, I am in my suit Sir". Almost immediately I got a text back that says "Good boy - and you better have fucking pissed because thats your last chance until after you are here. You now have 130 minutes of freedom left - enjoy it. At 11:30 before you leave your house you will attach the nipple clamps under your rubber suit. This is your last message until then..."

I sat there in my rubber suit, waiting for 11:30 to roll around, knowing that would give me almost exactly the time I needed to get to Sir's house, knowing that I would be pushing it. The time ticked by ever so slowly. My cock twitched painfully in its cage under the codpiece. My ass throbbed around the plug. Sweat was steadily flowing out of my suit into my socks under my rubber parachute boots. 114 minutes to go...84 until I had to leave. I felt itchy to move, to do something.... But what? I sat there. I pulled my phone out, thinking to play some Angry Birds while I waited...but I could feel my cock shrinking at the thought... 81 minutes. I checked my email. nothing new - 80 minutes. I stood up, feeling the hugs plug remind me of its presence. I sat down, feeling it shift back into a place that felt almost comfortable. *Throb* 75 minutes. "Oh my gawd. How the hell am i going to wait another....74 minutes...before I have to leave." I set the alarm on my phone for 30 minutes and decided to take a nap. I lay down on my bed, and all I could do was feel my ass throbbing around the plug, and my cock twitching in my crotch. 72 minutes. 71 ... 70 ... 69 ... almost hypnotically I listened to the ticking of the mantle clock my grandparents had given me when I graduated. 68 ... 67 ...

I awoke to the buzzing of an entirely different generation of clock - my phone ringing at me... 43 minutes. I rolled off the bed, and went to the bathroom...and then remembered my prohibition. I didn't have to pee, but my bladder was definitely not entirely empty. 40 minutes. The computer pinged in the other room. I went to check my email.. 39... "One more thing, boy..." the subject line. I immediately open the email. 38. "Go look outside your door. Do what you have to." 37. I go to the front door and open it. 36. There in the middle of my welcome mat is a gallon jug of Gatorade... 35. Fuck.

"Seriously? He expects me to drink this!" Knowing that Sir always has a way of knowing somehow, he grabs the jug and takes it inside. "35 minutes left to drink this full gallon" he thinks as he gets started. As he gets halfway through the gallon the pressure in his bladder has significantly grown. Everytime that he moves his ass pulses around the plug that feels like its getting bigger. One of the nubs is constantly rubbing on his prostate which is making his cock throb non-stop in his cage. As he finishes the gallon of Gatorade he looks up and there are only ten minutes left until he has to leave.
As he reaches to turn his computer off for the weekend he sees another e-mail from "Sir". Opening the e-mail it only says "Tick Tock". He shuts the computer down and grabs his jeans and hoodie and gets dressed before walking to the car. His bladder is screaming at him to piss now, but he knows he still has a 30 minute trip to Sir's house.
As soon as he sits down in his car the plug shoves farther home up his ass, then the seatbelt presses against the nipple clamps that he just added under his suit. Every time that he stops at a redlight the vibrations of his car start agitating his bladder and he just knows he isn't going to make it, but he also knows that if he pisses then he will get locked in his chastity for longer time.

He pulls up to his Sir's house at 11:58 AM and kneels at the front door as he is always told to do. At exactly 12:00 the door opens and he looks up and sees his Sir standing above him in head to toe leather and a buldging codpiece.
"You made it just in time boy - now i've been waiting for a half hour to fucking piss". Sir opens his codpiece and shoves his cock down the boy's throat before letting go full stream. The boy is well trained in taking Sir's piss and doesn't spill a drop, but he knows from experience that this is gonna go through his system quick and make his need to piss that much worse....

Sir reached down to cup hi, on the chin as he often would in a moment of affection, and then he saw the rag and new he was in trouble. A quick moment later and he was falling into the tunnel, feeling his head hit Sir's arm, keeping him from falling to the stoop entirely.

The man bent down and hefted the boy over his shoulder. He knew he had to move quickly... He quickly brought the boy in and kicked the door shut with the boy's boots... Down the flight of stairs to the basement. He gently placed the boy on the bondage table and quickly removed the boy's outer clothes, placing them in the hamper.
He stared at this sexy rubberboy lying on his table and thought of the weekend ahead. Clearing his head before the boy cleared his, he refreshed the boy's knockout, buying himself time to place manacles on his wrists and ankles and shackle him tightly to the table.

This was a simple start, to what was going to be quite the rollercoaster for the boy.
With the second dose he had given the boy he knew that he had about ten minutes left before he started to stir. He stretched the boy out to the four corners of the table and snapped the manacles on his wrists and ankles. Next step is to take care of the boy's need to piss. He unzipped the crotch of the rubber suit and took off the cage of the CB unit. Like a pro he cleaned the boy's cock with a damp rag and began to insert the two-way Foley catheter. The catheter's output port was already clamped off and he inflated the baloon inside the boy's bladder. From his own experience he knows that the baloon will make the need to piss just that much higher. With the other port on the catheter he can send Saline down into the boy's bladder to stretch him farther as he sees fit. He looked up and the boy was starting to move his head a bit so he quickly re-installed the cage of the CB device back on the cock. Once the cage is locked back on he moves right up to the boys head and slides the rubber no eyes hood down over the eyes just as they start to open up and shoves the gag home to hear a wonderful MMMPPPPPHHHHHHH

The boy was going to be in various states of encasement and restraint over the course of the weekend, but would start with a bit of an appetizer. He was lying on a reasonably padded bondage table. One which he should be able to spend a number of hours on. Sir went to the toy cabinet and pulled out the first set of surprises. The rubber straps... Sir began at the chest and quickly wrapped the boy's torso and the table together, working his way up to the boy's shoulders. As the boy was slowly coming to, Sir unlatched his arms, place them at the boy's sides and wrapped back down over his arms and torso, locking him to the table, making him one with the leather and padding. This time continuing with an additional strap down around his crotch and encompassing his legs, slowly and carefully mummifying him. Sir checked that the camera was operating properly, taking a picture every 5 seconds, of his boy being merged with the table... Down to the boots. A tricky part to cover...

He was enjoying the muffled screams through the hood's gag as he strapped the boy down. He leaned down towards the rubber covered head and said loud enough for the boy to hear "You're mine bitch, and this is just the start. You said you wanted to stretch your horizons, well now its time to quick fucking around and do it. Before this weekend is over you will be begging me to do things to you that have never even crossed your mind." He looked down and saw that the boy's cock was straining in the CB. It looked so great with the catheter snaking out of it.
"I'll bet you really have to piss dont you" He said as he started putting pressure on the boy's stomach. "MMPPPPHHHHHHHHH" was the only response he heard as the boy tried to nod his head, but was stopped from the straps.
"Good boy, then I can't deny that to you." He unclamped the block on the catheter and watched the fluid flow through the tube. The boy had told his Sir that he wanted a weekend of recycling at some point, and this was it. The tube ended in a funnel that was attached to the top of the hood's gag flowing right into his mouth. "MMMMMMMMMMMM" is all he heard as the cock continued to strain. He reached down and started rubbing his own cock through his codpiece, which he could feel was dripping in precum.

He pulled his cock out, and rubbed the precum around the head shivering a moment in pleasure. He then stroked himself a few times to get the precum started again, and gently placed it over the funnel and enjoyed watching the trickle of his precum join the flow of piss entering the boy. But he wasn't going to cum just yet...ther was plenty of time for plenty of cum for the boy. Instead, he cracked open a beer, drank part of it down, drank some more, then spat it into the funnel. 'There you go boy, a little refresher... And tipped up the rest of the can into the funnel. He cracked open another can, drank it down, and then enjoyed the piss urge as it played tug of war with his heavy desire to fuck his boy till he screamed. And he waited, watching as his boy squirmed, making gurgling noises as he swallowed, and then added his own stream the funnel. He had been saving up all morning, drinking lots of water, gatorade, and now some beer, building up a nice head for the boy. He was still curious to see just how much fluid the boy'd be able to take, and how he would manage to beg for mercy...

The boy's head was swimming. His dream seeming to come to life. The beer, the piss, the bondage, the rubber, the control - everything was beautiful. He'd never felt so horny in his life, and never felt more loved by his Sir. His cock was ragingly, painfully hard in its prison, and his gut, and his bladder were filling up fast. The fluid kept coming and going and he quickly lost track of how long he'd been strapped down. But he knew that he was where he wanted to be - where he needed to be. He could taste the variety of piss, then beer, then water, then gatorade. Salty, sour, sweet, but nothing spicy - he felt his mind focusing tighter and tighter on the flavors passing through his mouth. He felt his body crying in pain - his cock, his bladder, his need to cum, and his mind bended that with the tastes in his mouth as the spiciness he felt was absent. It became the perfect combination of flavors always balanced, always out of balance, always needing him to think of what would be next. The minutes passed as seconds, and his fluid passed out and back in filling him continuously and completely. He hoped it would never end... But all things must change...

What the boy didn't know is that he had already been sealed in this loop for four hours and it was getting late. Time to start getting things ready for the night. The only catch is, that he likely wouldn't be getting much restful sleep. He felt his restraints being removed releasing him from the table and his Sir whispered in his ear. Still blind from the hood his Sir helped him stand up off the table.

"Stretch your muscles, but if you touch your cock or your gag then you're done."
He started to stretch his muscles out feeling his cock strain in his CB unit. "Surely that will come off soon so I can shoot" he thought to himself.

He felt hands on his body as his Sir started to rub all over him and then got to his chest. Suddenly the memory of the nipple clamps came to the front of his mind as they felt like they burst into flames from the touch. He felt the zippers on the front of his rubber suit being lowered and his Sir released both clamps at one time causing him to scream into his gag and throw his arms around his Sir.

"Are you ready for that plug to be out of your ass?"

"MMMPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he said shaking his head up and down.
He felt his Sir turn him around and bend him at the waist over the table and unzip the rear of the suit. He felt the large plug start the be pulled from his ass and he couldn't wait for it to be gone. Just as he felt the tip pop out he started to stand up but felt his Sir press him back down to the table again.

"Where do you think you're doing fucker?"

He felt the tip of something else press inside him but it didn't seem large at all compared to the last intruder. Once it was nested inside him though he felt it start to expand and he got a sick feeling in his stomach that he knew what was going on.

A second later his suspiscion was confirmed as another balloon outside his ass started to expand and he recognized the double bardex plug he had been fitted with.

"MMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" he started shaking his head back and forth in disagreement as his Sir stood him up and then helped him lay down on the table. A rubber sleepsack had been layed out on the table where he had laid a few minutes before and he felt his hands being guided into the internal sleeves. Before zipping the sack closed around the catheter tube He added an electro ring around the very full balls and a pad to the boys taint". He strapped the sack down to the table so that he couldn't go anywhere and couldn't hurt himself and then got close to the boy's ears.

"I need to get some sleep boy, you'd be wise to do the same. Don't worry you have plenty of fresh water to drink that will drip into your funnel on a timed basis. Of course that will just make you piss more right back into your funnel. You recognized the bardex up your ass. It is on a timer to flush your ass every hour. The first cycle it will make you hold in for five minutes, the next time ten, the next time fifteen. How long will I sleep do you think? Just to make sure you don't get bored your balls are also on a randomized timer for electro shocks. Sleep well fucker, tomorrow is going to be hard and you'll need your rest..."

He pressed the button starting the cycle for all the timers, wich began to flood the boy's ass with warm water and got a strong "MMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHH" from behind the gag as the boy tested his restraints. He released one last load of piss into the boys funnel before settling down on the bed nearby. Knowing that tomorrow morning he wouldn't have to travel far to get to his urinal.

Slowly but inexorably, the boy's ass filled, the pressure building. His cock was flowing more often than not at this point. He kept swallowing, having no choice but to do so. He realized that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep with so much piss and water flowing into his funnel without risking drowning. As he pondered this, he felt the pump filling his gut stop. He knew he had five minutes until it would begin to drain. At that exact moment, his balls were jolted with a sudden fierce bite of electricity. He coughed and sputtered, splashing recycled piss all over his hood.

"What the fuck have I gotten myself into..." And with that thought his balls were tickled by a gentle constant buzz. He felt his cock harden in the cb and winced and relished the pain that caused. He further felt the catheter slide against his urethra as he hardened and that only reinforced his horniness.

He felt his swallowing becoming nearly automated...wait...wait...wait...wait...gulp...wait...wait...wait...wait...gulp - like clockwork...he found himself drifting with the timing of the gulps, the flow of the water out of his ass, the dripping of the water into the funnel.... He soon lost focus, his thoughts clouding.... He didn't sleep. But he did dream...
---to be continued ---