Date: Mon, 19 Aug 2013 16:26:05 +0100 (BST)
From: Mike H <nappiedmike@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Becoming Nappyboy - Part 1

Nervously, I rang the buzzer. A few seconds later a click followed by his
voice.

"Hello"

"Hi, it's Mike ..."

"Come up - third floor"

The electronic lock buzzed and I pushed it open. I climbed the stairs to
the third floor, semi-hard at the thought of meeting him for the first
time. Slight flutters in the stomach reminding me of my nerves. I always
had them when first meeting someone off the `net.

The third floor had a glass door leading off the stairwell with two doors
beyond: one on the left, the other to the right. I pushed open the glass
door and stepped into the hallway between the other two doors. Then I
noticed the one on the right was slightly ajar. I knocked and said "hello
..."

"Come in", he said, "close the door behind you then take off your shoes,
socks and pants, leave them in the hallway and come through".

As instructed, I had arrived without a coat but wearing jeans, socks, shoes
and a white t-shirt (that if I was honest was slightly too short as I am
very tall) - and a pair of dirty underpants. He had made me piss myself in
them a week ago when on webcam with him. He told me not to wash them and
instructed that I wear them for our first meeting.

I removed my shoes, socks and then my jeans. At this point, I was hard. My
underwear didn't look too bad, but I caught a slight whiff of stale piss as
I bent down to fold my jeans.

The apartment had a small cloakroom to the left and a bedroom directly
ahead. I walked past these and turned right passing a room with plastic
sheeting, a cage, scaffold frame and numerous other objects on view. A
sling hung from the scaffold frame. To my right was a bathroom and straight
ahead was the living room and he stood there waiting.

"Welcome. Have a drink while I have a look at you"

He passed me a pint glass of water. I started drinking. By this time, I was
leaking precum like a tap - I always do when aroused. It was causing a wet
patch to appear on my underpants. He pulled the waistband open and touched
the tip on my cock, coating it in precum.

"Lick"

He said as he brought the wet finger to my lips. I licked it clean, tasting
my own precum.

He was wearing a black vest and shorts. The shorts tented out quite
markedly. He motioned for me to finish my drink and sit down on the black
leather sofa.

"Ok, let's review where we are ..." he said, picking up a printout of our
entire online conversations - pictures, texts, email - all assembled into a
file that he started leafing through. He had highlighted key phrases, We
had been chatting online for months before the video call, so he had a lot
of text to wade through - and a fair few images too.

"You have said you want a dom/sub relationship and would like to have your
limits expanded. That's good."

He smiled and asked "Is that still the case?"

"Yes", I replied.

"Excellent - you have a healthy set of kinks and have turned up pretty much
as expected, but you were a couple of minutes early - we shall deal with
that later. First things first, let's get you out of your clothes and see
what you're made of!"

With that, he took my top off, and motioned for me to stand. Slowly, he
removed my pissy underpants, pointing out the wet spot on the front of
them. I line of precum went from my underwear to the tip of my cock and he
used this to gently start wanting me off. He gently twisted his hand as he
brought me gradually closer to the edge. I started squirming a little as I
was painfully close to shooting my load. Then he stopped.

"Nice cock." He said. "But it needs shaving. Are you OK with that?"

"Yes", I said.

"Good", he said, "I like my subs smooth.Come with me"

He led me by my cock to the room with the sling and frame. Behind the door
was a sink with a large cupboard next to it. He got a dog-bowl, filled it
with warm water, and then a can of shaving foam. He picked up a couple of
wrist collars and removed my watch and necklace. I was now totally naked
and rock hard. He applied both cuffs and then chained my arms to the top of
the frame. Then he put ankle cuffs on me and tied my legs to the base of
the frame. I was standing in an `X' position with everything stretched wide
open.

He shook the can of shaving foam and then, to my surprise, applied it to my
chest, armpits and then the whole of my body. He then did the same to my
back, buttocks the the back of my legs.

"Right", he said, "I said I like my subs smooth. Totally smooth. Once I
remove your hair, you become mine. You will stay smooth from now on, if
we're to stay together. Ok?"

"Ok", I replied.

He shaved me. He took his time and meticulously removed every hair from
every part of my body. He washed me down and I could feel every air
movement - somehow my entire body had become more sensitive.

He ran his finger down my back and I shuddered as it reached the top of my
crack.

"That's better". He fetched a butt plug from a shelf running down the side
of the room. It was larger than the ones he'd seen in my pictures over the
past few weeks. He lubed it up in front of me, and then walked behind me. I
felt the pressure of the plug as it started invading my hole. Bit by bit,
he worked it into me, until finally, my hole accepted the widest bit and
snapped closed around the base of the plug.

"You'll get used to that", he said. He lubed up his hand and gripped my
cock again, bringing me right to the edge. Then he stopped.

"My subs don't cum". He said.

He left the room, leaving me hard, plugged and totally smooth. Chained to
the frame, I tried to adjust my position to make the plug more comfortable,
but couldn't.

He returned with his camera and took photographs of me in my exposed
state. Then, he went to the kitchen and brought back a pack of ice and a
pint glass. He went to the cupboard and extracted something - then he came
back, putting whatever it was behind me, so I couldn't see it.

He filled the glass with the ice and then stuck it over my penis. I went
soft instantly.

"Better" he said and grabbed a sock from behind me. He put this in the ice
for a moment and then put the sock over my cock.

Grabbing the thing he'd put behind me, he put a plastic ring around the
base of my penis, behind my balls. Then slipped a plastic cage over my
still soft cock, pulling the sock through the slit at the end. He then
pulled the rest of the sock through, which pulled my penis right the way
into the cage. With a small plastic lock, he finished putting me in
chastity.

"Now we're getting there. If you try to remove the lock, it will break. At
that point, we're finished. Understood? My subs don't cum. With this on, I
know that's the case. If the lock comes off, you and I are finished. Make
sure you look after it!, OK?"

I nodded.

"I asked if you were OK with that?" he said squeezing my hairless balls ...

"Yes, I'm Ok with that", I replied.

He let go of my balls and unfastened the chains holding my arms and legs. I
relaxed and moved to start the blood flowing again.

"We need to let your skin settle for a little while before we do anything
else. Let's head out.", he said.

"Can I go for a piss before we do?"

"Certainly - wait for a moment". He said as he tipped the ice out of the
glass and then brought it back to me.

"Go in that". He said, grasping hold of my caged cock and putting the glass
over it.

It took a few moments before I could relax enough to piss. I wasn't used to
someone watching me piss, let alone holding my cock while I did. With the
plug and cage pressing against my cock, along with my new smooth status, I
was in sensory overload.

I filled the glass. Once I stopped, he led me back to the living room. He
picked up my underpants and dipped the crotch into the glass of piss. After
that, he passed the glass to me.

"Drink it".

Slightly shocked, and ridiculously horny, I drank.

"Good boy" he said. "My turn. Kneel here", he said as he pointed at the
floor in front of him.

I knelt. He stepped out of his shorts and, for the first time, I saw his
cock. Uncut, wide and a reasonable length too. I would certainly feel that
fucking me, I thought.

"Open wide" he said, and he inserted his cock into my mouth. I could taste
his precum and I started to suck him off. He pulled out almost immediately.

"No!", he said, "not yet. That's another punishment for later. You do what
I tell you to do, ok?"

I nodded and he inserted his cock in my mouth again.

"Close your lips around it" he said.

I did as I was instructed and a few moments later felt a spurt of liquid in
my mouth. He was pissing in my mouth!

The shock of this meant my mouth filled very quickly. I started
swallowing. It seemed he went on for ages before gradually stopping. He
smiled and pulled out of my mouth.

"First time eh?"

I nodded.

"Get used to it. Right, lets go out. But first, your underwear's too
wet. Wait"

He went to his bedroom and came back with a pair of black CK fitted boxers.

"Put these on".

I did, followed by the t-shirt. We went back to the hallway, where I put my
jeans on and bent down to put the socks on.

"No socks - real subs don't wear them".

I put the socks aside and put my trainers on. Very conscious of the
pressure on my hole from the plug as I bent down.

As we left the apartment, I could really feel the breeze against my smooth
legs and arms. Every movement of the material against my skin also worked
its way into my consciousness and I started to get hard, but the cage
prevented it.

We walked to his local pub, where I ordered a couple of drinks and we sat
down. The plug impaling itself into my ass.

We chatted and generally started to bond. He said he'd wanted a sub for
some time, but one that would explore new areas and was open to new
things. I explained that I owned my company and everyone assumed I was very
much a top in all aspects of my life. I wanted to have someone else take
control over everything - what I wore, ate, drank - everything.

We carried on drinking and chatting for a while. He told me to buy some
Becks for us both. I brought the bottles back to the table where we sat. He
took both bottles and put them in front of him, drank one and then said
"leave that where it is". He disappeared to the bathroom, taking the empty
bottle with him and returned a few moments later. As he sat down again, he
passed me the bottle - it was full of warm liquid - his piss.

We drank our drinks. Me drinking his piss in front of everyone, but no-one
knowing I was plugged, caged and totally smooth. For the first time in ages
I began to feel happy inside.

I wanted to piss and said

"I need to go to the bathroom"

"Ok", he said, "but use the urinal".

It's an interesting experience trying to piss while wearing a cage. It
doesn't aim properly and you have to get your balls out in order to have
any level of control over where it ends up. So I had to stand there and
learn how to piss. Needless to say, some of it remains inside the cage, so
when you put your cock back, you wet your underwear a little
too. Nonetheless, mission accomplished, we had another couple of drinks and
headed back to the apartment.

As we got to the third floor, he said "whenever you arrive, you remove your
shoes outside the apartment and leave them in the store room inside. As you
want to surrender all control, I will define everything you wear, eat,
drink and do when not at work from now on".

I bent to remove my trainers. As I did, the waistband of the underpants
must have shown.

"I like that length of t-shirt - we'll adopt that length or shorter, I
think". He said.

He opened the apartment door and we went inside. I put my trainers in the
store room off the hallway. He looked at me, then down to my jeans.

"Off" he said.

I took my jeans off and then followed him into the living room.

"Give me my underwear", he said.

I removed his CK's and passed them to him. He looked inside them - needless
to say, the night's activities had led to a piss leak from the cage, and a
very healthy amount of precum leakage due to the plug and my previous
edging.

"These are a mess!", he said.

With that, he grabbed my caged cock and pulled me into the playroom. He
cuffed my legs and wrists and then removed locked me so that I was bent
over the cage. He opened the cupboard and came back with a paddle and
proceeded to alternate between spanking and paddling my plugged ass. I
received spanks for my early arrival and paddlings for my other
misdemeanours. My ass stung and was bright red by the time he finished.

He grabbed his camera and took a few more shots.

Then, he worked the plug out of my ass.It was a massive relief when it
finally plopped out of my hole. But not for long. He simply dropped his
shorts and spat on his cock before ramming it all the way up to his balls
into me. Hard, he wasn't a small man! He fucked me for ages, alternating
between full-on hard fucking to slow gentle stokes. Sometimes pulling all
the way out before plunging back in. I felt the foreskin retract and move
inside me.

Eventually, he ramming himself home and I felt every throb of his orgasm as
he flooded my bowels. He stayed inside me.

"You're mine now." He said with his cock gradually softening in me. "I'm
going to mark my property". I felt him relax and after a few moments, I
could feel a warm sensation starting to fill me - he was pissing inside me!
Part way through, he pulled out and pissed over my ass and part way up my
lower back, catching my t-shirt as he did.

He replaced the butt plug, keeping his seed and piss inside me. Then moved
round to my head. He stoked his penis down my cheek and told me to clean
him off. I cleaned him up and even ran my tongue under his foreskin to make
sure he was properly clean.

He undid my arms and legs leaving the cuffs on.

We went back to the living room and sat down - me a little gingerly as my
ass stung from it's recent attention.

"Expect more of that" he said " - a sub's ass should be red and ready for
fucking at all times. To that end, I want you to get used to having a plug
in. So, you can go home in a minute or two. Keep the plug in overnight and
remove it only for shitting in the morning. As tomorrow is Friday, I want
you here tomorrow evening at 6PM in that t-shirt and the same underpants
you wore here. You will, naturally have worn the plug all night and all day
with the exception of using your ass for its normal process. Tomorrow, I
expect you to drink at least 3 litres of water before you come
here. Understood?"

I nodded and said I understood.

"Good. The underpants and t-shirt stay on - no shower. You keep these on,
even under your work clothes."

He passed me my wet underpants and I put them on. Then we walked to the
hallway where I put my jeans on. I picked up my socks, but he took them off
me. The `subs don't wear socks' rule had started!

I put my trainers on outside the apartment and headed back down the stairs
- I had already started the transition.

That Friday, I was extremely conscious of my state when at work. The plug
made my ass ache, and the cage was really constricting what appeared to be
a perpetual hard-on. Every time I pissed, I had to clean the cage to
prevent more piss ending up in my underpants - but they were still wet from
the amount of precum I generated. I was aware that I had dried cum around
my ass and had been pissed on the night before. I had washed my face in
case he had left any dried cum there.

I finished work early and headed back to my apartment. I changed out of my
shirt and pants, leaving me in my t-shirt and underpants. Then, I put some
jeans on - I was done! Nothing more to change, so I started drinking my 3
litres.

I arrived at his apartment and waited until exactly the right moment to
push the intercom buzzer. The door buzzed and I pushed it open. I headed up
to the third floor and noticed the inner door was ajar again. I removed my
trainers and went inside. I closed the door behind me.

"Come in" he said.

I went into the living room where I was told to remove my jeans.

"Good. Lower your underpants to your knees and turn round"

I did as I was told and let out a yelp as he spanked my ass. He continued
to spank it until it was red again.

"Ok. We're going out again tonight - but I can't take you in that
state. Grab a shower and I'll put your clothing on the bed for when you
finish".

He took my t-shirt and underpants off me and picked up my jeans.

"Get on with it"

I showered. The water was lovely and I enjoyed myself. I sprayed a lot of
water around my plug and the cage covering my still-semi cock. I dried
myself using the towels provided and headed for the bedroom.

"Put everything on that's on the bed" he shouted from the living room.

On the bed was my t-shirt, jeans and ... a disposable nappy.

"You made such a mess of my underpants last night, I think you should wear
a nappy tonight. I can't trust you to keep my underwear clean otherwise!",
he said from the doorway.

He came over to me and said he'd show me how to put it on. Which he
did. Wrapped in a tena maxi, I felt the pressure of the nappy against my
cage when I put my jeans on. I put my t-shirt on.

"Right", he said, "let's go".

We headed for the front door, where I bent over to put my trainers on. With
this, I was aware that my t-shirt lifted to expose my nappy waistline. I
wished I had a longer t-shirt on now!

"Excellent", he said, "come on".

We headed for a local club where he provided me with a combination of beer
or his own special brew, from whenever he went to the bathroom. I was
painfully aware of the nappy and the warmth between my legs from all that
extra padding.

Part way through the night, I stood up to go to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To the bathroom", I replied.

"For?"

"I need to piss".

Then he said the words that changed something in my brain forever.

"That's what your nappy's for ..."

I froze.

"Stand where you are, and let it go. Let me know when you've finished" he
said.

I stood for ages, trying to resist the urge to piss. But eventually, I had
to go and I relaxed.

I let it go in lots of little bits, trying not to flood the lining of the
nappy. Basic physics suggested that anything will take a little time to
absorb liquid. But, before long, my bladder had other ideas and I let go
full force into my nappy.

My expression must have given the game away as he looked at me and smiled,
saying "that's right, let it all go".

I was so hard and pressing against the cage so much that my cock
hurt. Despite my worry, my nappy held and I could feel it swelling up with
the liquid. It was hotter than I expected too.

We stayed in the club until 2am, by which time I had pretty much filled my
nappy. Going back to his apartment, he kept pushing the bulge in my jeans
and I could feel the wetness moving round my cage.

Back at the apartment, I was stripped to my nappy. It was, as I suspected,
pretty full.

He undid the tapes and let it fall to the floor with a thud. He looked at
my cock straining in its cage.

"Hmm", he said, "it looks like your body likes that. Oh well, easily
solved. Turn around."

He bent me over and pulled the plug out of my ass. As with the night
before, he spat and then fucked me, eventually filling me with his
cum. Then, he replaced the plug and led me to the bedroom. He pulled
another nappy from the bedside cabinet and told me to put it on.

After inspecting it to make sure I had done it correctly, he pulled the
back of the nappy out a little and pissed in it. I could feel his piss
hitting my lower back and buttocks before it went around the base of the
plug and into the swelling nappy.

We got into bed.

"Ok, so new rule. It appears that you were a secret nappy boy. I told you I
would extend your limits. This is a tena maxi", he said prodding my nappy.

"You will now use these or any other of a similar or greater capacity as a
replacement for normal underwear. Understood?"

"Understood", I replied.

"Good", he said, "apart from for number two's, the bathroom's off limits".

In a mere 48 hours, I had turned from my normal `top'-looking self, to
being completely smooth, caged, plugged ... and nappied 24/7.

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Hope you like it. Suggestions or comments to nappiedmike@yahoo.co.uk