By Sorbus

“Sorry Sir, a what or a what?” I craned my neck, turning my head around to clarify what I thought I’d heard. . .

“A catheter or a diaper. You know, a tube you piss through or a highly absorbent padded underwear that you piss into. I don’t want you pissing yourself in the middle of the night.” Sir squeezed his arms tightly around me, subtly reinforcing that while he was giving me a choice, a ‘thanks but no thanks’ was definitely NOT one of the options! “I’m curious to see which one you’ll pick, so I’m giving you the choice this first time. But don’t expect it every time. After tonight, it’ll always be my choice.”

The sun had fully set at this point, and the mountain air was cooling quickly. And the water along with it.

“Whichever you prefer, Sir?” I said, with a bit of a squeak in my voice. To be candid, I really, really didn’t want either! At least if I got him to make the decision for me, I’d have somebody else to blame, right?

“Nope. Not one of the options. Final chance, Boy.” His voice took on a stern tone at the end, the word ‘boy practically coming out as a growl. “Make the choice or I’ll shackle you to the flogging post and we’ll let the dice decide how much I paddle you. And then you’ll make the decision, or I’ll double the number and paddle you again.”

“Cathe- no diap- no, catheter, Sir,” I said quickly, the words tumbling and spilling out of my mouth. I had got to get it through my head that this wasn’t some casual game! Sir meant business. Every statement, every task, every question- there was a reason for it. And while I was pretty sure he was the kind of Dom who believed “maintenance spankings” would be a necessity at some point, I was going to do everything in my power to avoid the harsher ‘disciplinary’ ones!

Taking a deep breath, I ducked my head and hoped some quick talking would get me out of hole I was busy digging. . . “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m sorry I failed to respond with an appropriate answer, in the appropriate way. I hope you will forgive your Boy his mistake, recognizing that his training is still in progress, and that he’ll do better now!”

“Good Boy,” he said with an appeased tone. “But that was your one and only, because as you acknowledged, we’re a long way until your training is complete.” He started to chuckle, as he pushed me forward slightly, indicating it was time to get out of the water. “Besides, you’re going to have enough discomfort with the catheter, so that’s almost a sufficient consequence by itself. I assume you’ve never had one?”

“Nnnnooo, Sir?” I replied, as I stood up. “I suppose I should have asked for more details?”

“Yep, and too late now. You made a decision without understanding the reality or the facts involved and without seeking that information. I’m confident, that after tonight, you’ll definitely do better. And who knows? Maybe if I leave the catheter in the rest of the weekend, you might grow to like it. Catheter play is a definite thing. You and I are going to watch some bdsm porn tomorrow, so I can better establish baselines with the kinks and activities you do know about, and re-evaluate your limit columns. And maybe introduce some others that you don’t know about. I want to confirm that what you put in the agreement is stuff you actually understand, boy.”

“Yes Sir,” I replied, kicking myself for that mistake. Considering how all of this was going, Sir really was a fair and decent Dom. He was holding me accountable- he was absolutely pushing my boundaries, and he was absolutely not going to let me weasel my way out of any of it. And that’s why I found myself straining in my cage, even though I had a sense of dread at what was coming. . .

And yep, *discomfort* is an adjective that is putting it mildly, when it comes to a foley catheter insertion. And yep, Sir went through excruciating detail in making it clear I understood what the heck a ‘foley’ was and just how it all worked!

An hour or so had passed since we climbed out of the cold water and I was still fully naked. The plug had been removed and I had showered a final time. It was clear that Sir was considering plugging me again, and I felt a sharp twinge at my slightly swollen hole when he grabbed the bottle of lube and ordered me to bend over.

The next direction was to lay down with feet tucked into the restricting tightness of the sleepsack. My arms were tucked into the internal sleeves, with my fingers futilely trying to curl into fists. He grinned as he closed the zippers, leaving my caged cock exposed.

I had been greatly surprised when Sir left me there for a few moments, while he fetched the key to temporarily unlock me. But then he’d explained the whole issue of urinary tract infections and I was grateful he was, as always, so thorough. I watched as the iodine, temporarily, changed the color of my skin and I continued to watch what he was doing- it made me wonder what kind of a nurse or doctor would have trained him to do this. And, great, now I was imagining medical porn . . .

“Calm down, Boy. I can assure you, you do NOT want to get an erection during this process. Do I need to get the crop to smack you down or would you rather have ice?” But Sir sounded amused, and he continued to disinfect my skin without making a movement to fetch either of those.

“Sorry Sir,” I replied quickly. I then forced myself to think about all sorts of nasty things (hetero porn, mostly) and soon I was losing my . . . turgidity down there. Yeah, that was a nice boring sounding word. I began to recite other boring words from my science classes. Things like ‘mitochondria’ and ‘mitosis’ and ‘angiosperm’. Nope! That last one was a bad idea! ”

A sudden pressure at the opening of my urethra had my thoughts scattering. Yeah, no chance I was gonna get hard from this! Especially when the sterilized lubricant was squirted inside, deep inside my urethral tube. I lifted my head but then let it fall back immediately. Nope, I really did NOT want to watch this happen. Feeling it was overwhelming enough! I swear, I could feel each and every inch as the catheter tube pushed its way, deeper, and deeper through what had only ever been an EXIT tube up to this point! I couldn’t stop the whimper, when the tube seemed to pause, then additional pressure was applied, as it pressed against something. . . a resistance inside me.

“Almost there, Boy. That feeling of resistance is your bladder. I’m impressed with how well you’re taking this.” I felt a sudden caress against my balls, and then the catheter slipped through. Sir chuckled as he continued to do. . .  whatever it was he was doing. “Good. I was hoping a distraction would get you to relax a little. Now I’m going to inject the water into the catheter balloon. Just keep laying there, like the good Boy you are. Just relax, because I’m almost done.”

There was a . . . cold sensation, and another slight pressure on my bladder. I couldn’t stop another whimper, a full body shiver. But it wasn’t from pain. I was surprised at myself, at how I actually . . . didn’t mind this. Huh, may I should have watched one of those ‘sounding’ porns all the way through, instead of clicking away real quick!

I’m not sure what else Sir was doing, down there. . . but I felt a sudden sensation, and I realized it was my bladder. It was my bladder emptying! My head jerked back up and I watched in open-mouthed amazement at the liquid that was coming out of the tube, and draining into . . into a bag? Huh. Not sure what I was expecting, but not sure it was that.

Here I was, lying in an zipped-closed leather sleepsack, with a silicone tube sticking out the front of my cock. My bladder was draining all on its own, into a drainage bag sitting on the narrow bed next to me. And wait. . . how had he done that? Sir somehow had managed to get the tube THROUGH the cage of my chastity device! Huh. I didn’t think any of the cage openings on the front would have been big enough. I’d watched him sanitize it with the iodine, but obviously I’d missed him threading the tube through it. And there we go. . . I watched helplessly as he carefully fitted the cage back into place. He had made sure the tube wasn’t kinked while he slipped the cage over my completely flaccid little organ. Then he used the key to my cage to lock me back up.

“Alright, Boy, give me a stop light color.” Sir said as he got to his feet and looked at me intently.

“Yell. . . nope, green. Green, Sir. I’m good now.” I gave him my best cheeky smile, flashing the dimples I’d been embarrassed about as a kid. And I was fine now. . . yeah, I was fine now. Actually, I was great! This was freaking amazing!

“If you’re sure, Boy. Then OK.” Sir ran his hands down my restrained body, feeling his way over the restrictive leather, pressing here and there to make sure everything was as it should be. “You’ve learned by now that I’m going to take everything you say as if you absolutely mean it. You said green, so it’s green. Now. And while I’m tempted to give you something like Zzquil to help you sleep. . . that would be a very bad idea if something goes wrong. I’m not sure how much sleep you’re actually going to get, but do your best. Consider this as a test of your blossoming devotion to me, Boy.”

He stepped away for a moment, then pulled down what looked like a. . . yeah, it was a baby monitor. He was going to leave me in here with a BABY monitor?!

“Yeah, this probably would have been a better match if you’d chosen being diapered, but this’ll work. I have video monitoring, but something’s wrong with the audio. I’ve been meaning to have somebody repair or upgrade the system, but this’ll do for now.” Sir turned on the unit and then set it on the shelf, next to the narrow bed. “I’m going to go make sure the speaker is turned on in my room. You remember your safe word? When you hear me say ‘Now’, I want you to call it out. Let’s give this a test.”

I nodded in understanding and I was glad he was being so thorough and careful. I watched him leave and pass through the sliding pocket door. He closed it most of the way and then a moment later he spoke the signal. It came through the unit surprisingly loud and surprisingly clear, which surprised me a little bit- I’d never used one of these and hadn’t expected that good of audio quality.

“Pistachio,” I called out, tilting my head so it was facing the unit. Then a sudden. . . cramp hit me. Deep in my gut, right at the bladder. “Uh, Sir? This, uhm, might not be a practice!”

He came rushing back, squatting down to check the catheter and my cage, before looking up at me. I explained what had happened and his brow furrowed. “Oh, my poor Boy. Alex, my nurse buddy who taught me how to put catheters in said those are ‘bladder spasms’. They’re harmless, but uncomfortable. I’m surprised it hit so quickly. I think Justin, the pup, only had 1 or 2 the entire time. If it happens again, and it’s actual pain, let me know. I’ll take the catheter out immediately and tomorrow I’ll call Alex. But if it’s just discomfort, ride it out. It will go away, I promise. As you might expect, the human bladder isn’t expected to have a balloon filled with water around a tube passively draining you stuck inside it.”

I nodded in understanding, biting my lip in frustration. I was really, really really, tempted to ask for that diaper. Or to promise that I would NOT wet myself. But I wasn’t sure which would be worse- for him to deny my request and begging. . . or for him to be disappointed in me. Since he had promised the spasms were harmless, I nodded again. I wasn’t going to be so pathetically wimpy that I couldn’t handle this. Nothing he had done had really been all that bad. Embarrassing, yeah. But actually pain inducing? No. He was every inch a Dominant man, but he hadn’t shown any sign of actually being a sadist.

“Alright then, Boy, try and get some sleep. Tomorrow morning we’ll see how you’re doing and I’ll show you more of what I’ve got in store for you.” He stepped away then, smiling at me. I blushed at the look. This wasn’t a smirk or a grin. This was a look of pleasure, a predatory grin of satisfaction, and judging by the bulge in his pants, he was finding this to be very pleasurable. But then the light switch was pressed and I was plunged into nearly total darkness. The tiny window had very effective black out curtains, and his body blocked most of the light coming in behind him. And then the sliding door was closing, barley making a noise. I watched as the light slowly disappeared, leaving me now in total darkness.

I laid there for at least an hour, staring up in the direction of the ceiling. It hadn’t taken long for me to realize that while all of this had sounded so absolutely amazing, perhaps I had bitten off more than I could chew!  Now that I was all alone, all by myself, the realization of my situation seeped into my thoughts like Chinese water torture- the drip, drip, drip of intrusive thoughts. The second guessing, the ‘pleasurable pain’ turning into ‘less than fun discomfort’.

I wondered what else he had planned. I wondered, where was the trick? Knowing it was far too late now, I couldn’t help but think about some of the stories I’d read this past week. Even though those stories had driven me half mad with frustrated arousal, I laid there and wondered about the stories where ‘consensual non-consent’ had changed into something dark and awful. As another bladder spasm hit, making me bite my lip to try and suppress the gasp as the cramping hit me. . . I couldn’t stop the little voice in the back of my head. The little voice mocking me, taunting me. . . The dissonance of wanting all of this but at the same time getting hit with those dark intrusive thoughts about what I’d just gotten myself into. . . Should I shout out? Should I risk him deciding I wasn’t worth the trouble? Or what if. . . what if I DID use my safe word and he ignored it? What if this fantasy turned into a nightmare?

***

I wasn’t sure when that voice finally stopped, when I finally managed to drift off to sleep. . . I wasn’t sure if I could even consider it ‘sleep’ . . . because the first time sleeping with a catheter does NOT make for an easy time. Especially for someone like me, who is an active sleeper. And to spend the entire night trapped in an immobilizing sleepsack? And to be plugged the whole night? Yeah, the feeling of that plug had gotten old at around . . . no idea o’clock. And here I thought adjusting to sleeping caged had been rough. It had never occurred to me just how bad those nocturnal erections were until I was catheterized, plugged, AND immobilized in leather!

Yeah, I’d really started regretting all this when whatever the fricking o’clock it had been. Now, with eyes that burned from gritty lack of sleep, I slowly came back awake and looked down in the direction of my restrained body and huffed. Fantasy becoming reality really sucked sometimes. . .

As I laid there, staring into the total darkness of the room, I thought about all of this. Each individual part, yeah, each would have been fine. I’d gotten used to sleeping caged, so the nocturnal erections weren’t unbearable. But combined with being plugged all night? The plug wasn’t that big, so by itself it would have been fine- but compounded with being caged? Yeah, not so great. . . Being restrained in the sleepsack had felt freaking awesome at first, but in retrospect I really should asked to try it out first before having to actually sleep in it. And of course, this absolutely awful catheter. Yeah, I’d seen plenty of sexy doctor/nurse spit-roast pornos. I’d even thrown a boner or two as a teenage during the annual physical. But that definitely hadn’t been on my bondage bingo card! Yeah. . . each of these had definitely compounded into something far less-than-enjoyable than what I had been expecting.

I had no idea how many hours had actually past when the sound of the sliding pocket door and the light coming into the room brought me awake, and I flinched, turning my head away from the sudden brightness.

“Somebody didn’t have a very good sleep,” he said as he carefully lifted my head and upper body. He  settled onto the narrow bed, his legs stretching out on either side of my bound body, and he lowered my head down into his lap. His tree-trunk thighs supported my upper body and he started to play with my hair. “There was a lot of noise coming through the monitor. On a scale of 1-10, how much are you regretting this choice?”

I opened my mouth to throw out a snarky remark and a demand to be released right that very moment. But then palm of his left hand cupped my chin, the fingers covering my lips and pressing firmly but gently.

“Think carefully before you answer, Boy. Rudeness will be given the appropriate consequence.” His voice was rough and gravely because he clearly hadn’t slept all that great either. It was obvious that he had come directly to me, not stopping to get his coffee or even a glass of water. “You committed to staying here the full weekend and you agreed it’s up to me what happens. Depending on how you answer, I can always release you from all the body restraints and then just lock you in the cell in the basement. I’d intended it for a fun surprise, the indoor playroom has a caged cell just big enough for a bed and a toilet. If this kind of experience really isn’t your thing after all, I’ll keep you there until Monday morning and will release you at 5 AM. Then you can leave and won’t ever have to come back. You won’t actually come back at all. We’ll shake hands and be done.”

His thumb was sliding up and down my cheek, the side of the nail scratching against my morning stubble. It wasn’t really an . . . affectionate gesture. It was halfway between gentle and too hard- pressing against my skin as if he was reading my mind and wasn’t optimistic about what was going to happen next.

“Remember your safe word. Use and it you go into the cell. I’ll remove all the restraints. You can take a shower, remove the plug, and then I’ll give you some clothes to wear. I’ll bring you meals and a book to read. But that’ll be it. You’ve got two days and two more nights before I’ll release you. The choice is 100% yours. We continue with your training or you can spend the time free from restraints, but locked in the cell.”

His thumb had quit moving sometime during those words and now he pulled his hand away. He looked down at me, giving the slightest nod to indicate I had time to think. I looked up at his face, his morning stubble giving him a manly ‘mountain main’ look to him. I opened my mouth, then closed it again to work moisture around my tongue. I swallowed, taking as deep a breath as the restricting sleepsack would allow.

And then I spoke. . .