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"Ah, dear one," Remus said with genuine warmth in his voice, greeting Regulus upon arrival at the office Monday morning.
"Darling, I've been thinking about your accident the other day. I'd like to develop a protocol that could help you with those kinds of situations. Would you like that?"
Regulus looked at Remus quizzically. "I... I would really like that," he said, thrilled by such care-taking from his boss. "But what would it entail? H- honestly, my bladder's just really fucked. I'm not sure how you could help me."
Remus smiled benevolently. "Well, I have a few practical ideas that I think would help you cope with those problems. But maybe more importantly, I think we can find a way to transform your feelings about those problems - make them a source of pleasure. What do you think?"
Regulus wanted to hear the details before making his decision, but he knew better than to bother asking. Remus would just tell him those weren't for him to worry his pretty little head about.
"Don't worry. I've already run this by your Dom, and he thinks it's a great idea. We brainstormed some of this together."
Well, that cinched it. "Sounds great. Yes, please help me," Regulus cheerfully said. "What do I need to do?"
Step 1: Strategic Preparation
"OK. First, I want your member out at all times."
Regulus really struggled to interpret that term the first few times. The overall concept was so unexpected - and seemingly unrelated - that he had to think he was misunderstanding what he meant by "member".
"My...?"
Remus lowered his voice, "Your penis, sweetie. Go ahead and take it out now."
Regulus kept himself from turning to look at the open door, knowing Remus wouldn't want to see any sign that Regulus doubted him. And Regulus knew that the entire lower half of the office was obscured from view by a low wall in the lobby, and his desk would give him additional coverage. He could safely be exposed most of the time, so long as he didn't go into the far corner where that one fern was.
He didn't want to hesitate a moment longer and risk disappointing his boss, so he couldn't take the time to hide his nerves as he unzipped his fly with shaking hands and brought his small shaft out into the air. His face got warm with the embarrassment of being not even nude, just exposed in this very objectifying way.
Regulus swallowed and looked up from his lap as Remus looked down smilingly at it.
"Sir, if you don't mind my asking, how does this... help?"
Remus met his gaze and said, "It seems you have very little advance warning of needing to urinate, even when when you have to urinate so badly that you're about to do so uncontrollably. The protocol will address THAT problem - predicting, feeling, and responding to the sensations related to urination. So as a first step, keeping your member out - ready to aim your flow - at all times will buy us precious seconds the next time you start to have an accident or feel like you might."
That all makes sense, Regulus supposes, though he can't quite shake the feeling that this rule is at least partly about keeping him humiliated.
It's working.
"And remember," Remus adds in a tone of voice that sounds a bit more playful, "we're also trying to make your circumstances a source of pleasure; any strategy that means I get to enjoy the sight of your lovely genitals more often definitely increases my pleasure." He chuckles gently.
Remus turns to his desk, and it seems he is intending to start work without elaborating on the remaining steps. Regulus trusts he will elaborate in his own good time, and turns to his work.
Step 2: Regimentation
At almost exactly 60 minutes since Regulus arrived at work, Remus looked up from his desk and said sharply, "Dear one, I'd like you to go in the bathroom and pee right now, please."
"Sir, I just got here, there's no need, I mean no need at all," Regulus responded politely.
Remus arched his eyebrows dramatically, "Dear one, you need to follow my orders." he said sharply, something akin to astonishment in his voice.
"I-" Regulus' voice cut out, realizing he had been disobedient to contradict an order. "Of course, sir, I just... I'm not sure how... how to go with so little in me."
Remus rolled his eyes, and Regulus quickly stood and stepped towards the bathroom before he could be truly reprimanded. He left the door open, guessing that his boss would want it open to verify his obedience, then held his already-exposed cock towards the bowl. He bore down, and was surprised when a fairly large amount of urine poured out of him. After several seconds of flow, his stream tapered off. He resisted the urge to tuck his cock back in, but did dab it gently with toilet paper since it wouldn't do to have stray droplets of urine showing in the office. He flushed and turned back, only to see Remus standing waiting for him outside the bathroom.
"Let's talk," Remus said sternly, and turned towards the couch.
Regulus followed behind and, on a gut instinct, knelt at Remus' feet when he sat down on the couch.
"I'm so sorry, sir, I should never have questioned your orders," he said after several excruciating minutes of silence.
Remus sat stoically a moment longer, then his posture and breathing relaxed. He rested his hand in Regulus' hair, applying pressure to his head until it rested on Remus' leg. Regulus sighed and shifted, leaning into the position. The world felt so right from here. The warm weight of Remus hand evaporated every thought from his mind.
"I know it feels silly to go when you don't have to, darling. But remember, I've established a protocol; you need to abide by it for this to work."
"Yes, sir," Regulus obediently replied.
"You're going to go to the bathroom every 60 minutes exactly - no more and no less - when you're here at work."
"No... no less?" gulped Regulus, quickly gleaning the catch in this plan.
"That's right," Remus said in his sternest principle voice. "This is training, for your body and mind. Both need to be dependent on that schedule so you don't ever feel the need to go outside of it."
"Why?" Regulus asked.
"That's not forever," said Remus. "It's just until your bladder is reliably under control. First, we train until we can be sure it never releases any more often than 60 minutes. Eventually, it never releases without your say so."
"But, sir, what if I have to go urgently? I'd still have to wait for the 60 minutes to be up?"
"Hmmph," Remus snorted laughingly, "And here I thought an hour wasn't nearly enough time for you to have to go?" he said referencing Regulus' earlier confidence that he didn't need the toilet after being at work for only an hour. "I'm sure you can hold it as long as you're going every 60 minutes."
Step 2a: Warning
Regulus obediently used the bathroom upon Remus' instruction at the next 60-minute mark, and the third time, he didn't even need to be told. "There you go," Remus said with satisfaction. "Eventually neither of us should even have to think about it; your body will just tell you to go on the schedule."
Regulus found he enjoyed the problem-solving of navigating his day without exposing himself to the rest of his coworkers. He planned his route around Remus' office carefully each time, to ensure he was never in the line of the partially opened door that would enable people to see his member over the low, lobby wall. The one time Remus sent him to the cafeteria with a stack of paperwork, he told Regulus he could tuck himself back in. Regulus ensured he immediately uncovered himself again as soon as he was back in the office.
By the afternoon, the hourly bathroom trips had begun to feel entirely manageable. He voided varying amounts on each trip. Regulus was feeling very optimistic about Remus' plan, so he was absolutely astonished when, at about 2:25, he was overcome with desperation; out of nowhere, he had to pee so badly, he couldn't even make it to the bathroom, never mind wait the required 35 minutes before doing so.
"Sir!" he shouted, unable to articulate anything else, but at least having the wherewithal to lean slightly forward before pee gushed out of him, splattering the hard wooden floor under his desk. He was beyond grateful he'd been told to keep his member exposed so that the crotch of his pants was spared from the accident. He spread his feet wide in the hopes of protecting the rest of his outfit. The splattering was obscenely loud, and he closed his eyes tight as he struggled to stop going. He still had to go urgently, and it was nearly impossible to fight his instincts and staunch the flow. He managed to cut it off a few times, but only temporarily; long, loud spurts would start up again quickly. The third time he felt the flow restart, he sobbed softly, then was astonished when, instead of the sound of piss splashing on hardwood, he heard a nearby splatter against cheap plastic. His damp eyes popped open in surprise, and Remus was squatting down next to him, holding a rectangular plastic container directly under his streaming cock.
"Ohhhh, sir," Regulus whimpered weakly.
"Don't hold back. You can stop trying to cut yourself off now. Just pee it all out right in here."
Regulus did as instructed, blissfully voiding his bladder with full force. The container was small enough to have fit in Remus' messenger bag, but appeared more than ample to hold even a very large wetting. He watched the outer office from the corner of his eye, but saw no motion that would suggest either a surprise visitor or someone curious about the loud splashing sound Regulus' still-desperate flow was producing.
Regulus let out a moan of relief as quietly as he could manage. He looked at Remus with desperately needy eyes from under heavy lids. Remus smiled fondly back at him.
"Thank you sir. I... I don't know what happened. I went on time like I was supposed to, but then with no warning, I had to go SO bad." He shivered with the memory of it, the last drops escaping from his opening.
"That's OK, little one. The plan just needs a little revision."
Remus took the urinal to the bathroom to empty it, while Regulus gathered cleaning supplies and quickly cleaned up the mortifying puddle.
Remus came back with a rinsed urinal and carefully set it down in the footwell of Regulus' desk, well out of sight of any visitor. He patted it once and said, "That will stay right there for you. If you ever have to go that badly again, so badly you can't get to the bathroom, you'll be able to grab that and use it quickly."
"But, my schedule? I... I already screwed it up. I won't need the urinal if I can make it the whole hour next time?"
"Well, I think we need to break step 2 down a little further. We're going to add some additional rules. You must give notice of any accidents. And you must use the urinal for them. No other containers, not the floor, only the urinal. So you won't want to let it get too far away from you, huh?"
"No, sir," Regulus obediently mumbled.
"You're still on your hourly schedule. Of course, you are breaking protocol if you have an accident, but when you can't follow the main tenets of the protocol, this will give you some structure even n an emergency. In other words, you will still get in trouble if you break protocol by pissing in your container outside the schedule, but not in as much trouble as if you pissed somewhere else outside the schedule."
"OK," Regulus said.
"Now, we need to work on notice. You shouted for me all of... a second before I heard your wee start to hit the floor? That's so little notice. Let's try to increase how much notice you can give that you're about to lose control of your bladder. That should be easy, right?"
Regulus looked at Remus like he'd grown 4 extra heads.
Remus laughed heartily. "Think about it. Today, you gave me one second's notice. All you've got to do to increase that next time an accident comes on is just hold it for one more second, and you'll have improved on your time today. And it's not a rule, just a goal. What do you think?"
Regulus couldn't argue with that reasoning. He shivered a little at the shame that came over him when he realized that, if he'd had that goal today, the goal of holding for just one second, he wouldn't have achieved it.
Remus stepped closer to Regulus, tucking his arms around him, completely out of sight of the outer office. He brought his hand down, briefly brushed it over Regulus' exhausted little member, then rested it over his lower stomach, directly on his bladder.
"How are you feeling? You feel nice and empty?" he asked. Regulus nodded into his shoulder. Remus sighed softly, and the two held each other like that. Remus caressed his bladder and occasionally reached down to caress his cock, all trying to communicate to Regulus' body and sub-conscious mind that everything was fine and everything was working as it should.
After awhile, Remus tightened his hold briefly. Then the two men returned to their work. At 3:01, Remus lifted his head up to look sternly at Regulus. Regulus didn't have to look to know Remus had done so. But... surely Remus couldn't expect him to have a single drop in him after only 35 minutes. The low growl that came from Remus a moment later told Regulus otherwise, and he darted for the toilet. He barely managed to squeeze out a handful of drops, and it gave him a sense of satisfaction that his bladder was indeed capable of being properly emptied sometimes.
Step 3: Supervision
At the end of the day, when everyone else had left and Regulus had peed for the last scheduled time, he and Remus sat down on the sofa together.
"How are you feeling? How did your first day on the protocol go for you?"
"Intense," Regulus said on an outward rush of breath. "Really intense. But, I trust it. I trust you. I want to keep going."
"Good," Remus said. "There's one last step in the protocol that we need to discuss right now, and that's supervision. Most of the time, it won't matter, because I'll be right here supervising you just like today. But even if I'm not, the protocol is: no unsupervised peeing. If can't be here, I'll try to ensure someone who knows about the protocol is. Right now, that would be James. You already know that you have to announce any accidents, so someone will either supervise you losing control in your container when you announce it's about to happen or supervise your hourly bathroom trips right here. Especially with the number of times you resisted following instructions today, I need independent verification that you're sticking to your schedule. But I also think it will be nice for you to have someone nearby to encourage and praise you when you do a good job and discourage you from any bad behaviors."
This new requirement sent a rush through Regulus. He was mortified but also excited to know he'll be watched when he's peeing, every time he's peeing at work. He felt a strong sense of shame followed closely by strong arousal.
Regulus put words to his thoughts from earlier. "Sir, I can't help but think that keeping me exposed and watched like this is supposed to humiliate me. I mean, it is humiliating." His face flamed. He could enjoy humiliation at times, but he needed to know what his boss' true intentions were.
Remus held him reassuringly closer in his arms and very casually rubbed the head of his soft penis several times, not to get any sexual response, just as an idle gesture of affection.
"Oh, darling, with how out of control your little bladder and cock are, you should be feeling humiliated; that's the right feeling to have. Sweetheart, toddlers are better at holding it then you," he said with a kindness completely out of sync with his words as he kissed Regulus' head. Regulus wept softly with his face buried in Remus's chest. Remus was right, of course. Regulus was worse than a little kid at keeping his wee in. "There, there," Remus said, gently stroking Regulus' cockhead again, the same way one might reassuringly stroke a hand or cheek, "I told you, we're going to make sure your problem is a source of pleasure, and I promise we will. Whatever else happens, I am going to make sure that you love being desperate and being humiliated while pissing uncontrollably."