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I’m just a small sized male Twink living in a large City that's presented many opportunities for sexual exploration with other kinky people. While I do maintain a high responsibility corporate career with a strict dress code. Suit, tie and nice leather shoes during the day. At night; I'd seek out kinky encounters with more emphases on degradation. Thus trash play and dirty dumpster's became an irresistible attraction.
Recently I learned about those new Wastepoo smart-dumpsters. Don't get trapped like I did, or your future might quickly transfer to landfill.
Once it reaches a specified capacity, the dumpster automatically locks to prevent overfilling. A digital signal then notifies waste collection to dispatch a garbage truck within 24 hours to empty the dumpster. Those Wastepoo bins get really cramped once the lock is engaged.
Back to the current situation when I snuck outside with a 55 gallon contractor garbage bag in my pocket and found an inviting apartment building's garbage dumpster. Seemed like the perfect place to spend the night with people tossing garbage on me.
It took mere seconds to discreetly enter the fenced area, get bagged and sink into the bin. Turns out this is a very busy building hence numerous people were tossing garbage. About half of them did notice me in trash & didnt seem to care. Tossing their trash and sauntering away. My presence and predicament just makes no difference to anyone.
A few individuals uttered derogatory and degrading things. The way people treated me continued pushing my senses over the top.
Numerous visits by others dumping trash noticed a shirtless boy buried up to his chest. Everyone reacted the same way, most would gawk with a look of surprise, then toss in their trash bags without further concern.
Eventually, a man walked up and leaned over the steel lip of the dumpster clutching a dirty adult diaper in one hand. He wrapped it around my head tightly and affixed each of the four tapes. My muffled sputtering caused the man to laugh out loud. Then he spoke to me. His words were cruel, hitting with crushing blows of reality.
"Such a damn waste you are.... A shirtless young man tossed like garbage Eh! There can only be two possible explanations for such things."
The man paused a moment before continuing "Judging from that rope binding your wrists together; Somebody must feel pretty strongly about your disposal." Again the man pauses. I get the sense that tormenting me like this is somehow charging him up.
Yep, pretty damn sure about it at this point.
"So; If that’s not how you got here? then your likely just a young perv. I sure as hell don't care why your here nor why your wrists are bound with rope. There is probably more rope binding your ankles too. Am I right about that assumption boy?" He asked.
Nodding as best I could indicated a clear yes. He doesn’t need to know I tied the knots.
"Then clearly your just garbage!" He said this while pressing the doody into my face. "And most others are wise enough to recognize what’s going on here too." I could hear him but with the same token felt absolutely lost in blissful fear. I did come here to be garbage though tonight has already progressed far beyond initial intentions.
Most likely; I’m tasting my own tormentor while he reads the writ for my disposal. Betraying myself is all 8 inches of my dick. It feels harder than stone. I’m so turned on infact, it’s causing my entire body to twitch.
"Had I met your twinkly ass any other way. I'd recklessly fuck you. Then I’d shower you with gifts and make you into my personal cum dumpster. Would you rather I did that with you?”
Tasting more diaper hood to spit out a response is impossible to avoid. Bad enough that it muffled my words beyond intelligible. Instead of further interrogation my tormentor huffed aloud and just disappeared.
Hours later and still nobody questioned why a rope bound human is in their garbage. One of the people arrived with five garbage bags & he did respond to my muffled plea for help. "Absolute Yuck! Did someone actually dump you as garbage?" He asked. "Yes" I responded. I was trapped and could not reach my rope bonds.
"Must have done something horrible to deserve it?" He said and continued on before I could muffle in disagreement. "No matter. Everything in here stinks pretty badly. I no longer wonder why trash pickers steer clear of these dumpsters."
Things became visibly darker as two garbage bags hurled into my hooded face. Guess I wont be climbing out of this one.
I must be completely covered over with garbage now.
"Click, lock" I hadn't realized what happens at maximum capacity! The numerous garbage bags above my head must've triggered the smart lock.

Description
I’m just a small sized male Twink living in a large City that's presented many opportunities for sexual exploration with other kinky people. While I do maintain a high responsibility corporate career with a strict dress code. Suit, tie and nice leather shoes during the day. At night; I'd seek out kinky encounters with more emphases on degradation. Thus trash play and dirty dumpster's became an irresistible attraction.
Recently I learned about those new Wastepoo smart-dumpsters. Don't get trapped like I did, or your future might quickly transfer to landfill.
Once it reaches a specified capacity, the dumpster automatically locks to prevent overfilling. A digital signal then notifies waste collection to dispatch a garbage truck within 24 hours to empty the dumpster. Those Wastepoo bins get really cramped once the lock is engaged.
Back to the current situation when I snuck outside with a 55 gallon contractor garbage bag in my pocket and found an inviting apartment building's garbage dumpster. Seemed like the perfect place to spend the night with people tossing garbage on me.
It took mere seconds to discreetly enter the fenced area, get bagged and sink into the bin. Turns out this is a very busy building hence numerous people were tossing garbage. About half of them did notice me in trash & didnt seem to care. Tossing their trash and sauntering away. My presence and predicament just makes no difference to anyone.
A few individuals uttered derogatory and degrading things. The way people treated me continued pushing my senses over the top.
Numerous visits by others dumping trash noticed a shirtless boy buried up to his chest. Everyone reacted the same way, most would gawk with a look of surprise, then toss in their trash bags without further concern.
Eventually, a man walked up and leaned over the steel lip of the dumpster clutching a dirty adult diaper in one hand. He wrapped it around my head tightly and affixed each of the four tapes. My muffled sputtering caused the man to laugh out loud. Then he spoke to me. His words were cruel, hitting with crushing blows of reality.
"Such a damn waste you are.... A shirtless young man tossed like garbage Eh! There can only be two possible explanations for such things."
The man paused a moment before continuing "Judging from that rope binding your wrists together; Somebody must feel pretty strongly about your disposal." Again the man pauses. I get the sense that tormenting me like this is somehow charging him up.
Yep, pretty damn sure about it at this point.
"So; If that’s not how you got here? then your likely just a young perv. I sure as hell don't care why your here nor why your wrists are bound with rope. There is probably more rope binding your ankles too. Am I right about that assumption boy?" He asked.
Nodding as best I could indicated a clear yes. He doesn’t need to know I tied the knots.
"Then clearly your just garbage!" He said this while pressing the doody into my face. "And most others are wise enough to recognize what’s going on here too." I could hear him but with the same token felt absolutely lost in blissful fear. I did come here to be garbage though tonight has already progressed far beyond initial intentions.
Most likely; I’m tasting my own tormentor while he reads the writ for my disposal. Betraying myself is all 8 inches of my dick. It feels harder than stone. I’m so turned on infact, it’s causing my entire body to twitch.
"Had I met your twinkly ass any other way. I'd recklessly fuck you. Then I’d shower you with gifts and make you into my personal cum dumpster. Would you rather I did that with you?”
Tasting more diaper hood to spit out a response is impossible to avoid. Bad enough that it muffled my words beyond intelligible. Instead of further interrogation my tormentor huffed aloud and just disappeared.
Hours later and still nobody questioned why a rope bound human is in their garbage. One of the people arrived with five garbage bags & he did respond to my muffled plea for help. "Absolute Yuck! Did someone actually dump you as garbage?" He asked. "Yes" I responded. I was trapped and could not reach my rope bonds.
"Must have done something horrible to deserve it?" He said and continued on before I could muffle in disagreement. "No matter. Everything in here stinks pretty badly. I no longer wonder why trash pickers steer clear of these dumpsters."
Things became visibly darker as two garbage bags hurled into my hooded face. Guess I wont be climbing out of this one.
I must be completely covered over with garbage now.
"Click, lock" I hadn't realized what happens at maximum capacity! The numerous garbage bags above my head must've triggered the smart lock.