“Good boy.” Peter bit down on his neck, licking and chewing as he started fucking Chad’s ass with hard, deep thrusts. Chad grit his teeth as his body was racked with pleasure, the intense sensation of being filled and claimed competing furiously with his bladder’s urgent need to relieve himself. It was unlike anything Chad had ever felt, though he didn’t doubt for a second that Peter knew exactly what he was doing.
“Peter!” Chad called out at a particularly vicious thrust that bludgeoned into his prostate.
Rather than respond, Peter did it again, and Chad twisted his head and bit down on the arm curling around his throat. The feel of Peter’s salty skin between his teeth, soft and smooth and layered over hard muscle, felt amazing.
His rhythm stuttering, Peter slammed his hips home and exploded into orgasm. His body dropped down on top of Chad, crushing him, shooting what felt like a tsunami of come into his well fucked hole.
“You’re awful,” Chad whined when he felt Peter’s knot start to inflate inside of him. He tried to wriggle his body—to get comfortable—but it was no use with Peter pinning him to the bed like he was trying to win a wrestling match.
Peter laughed. “You love it.”
Chad closed his eyes and didn’t reply. It was true: he did love it. Even as Peter’s knot made his insides feel even more full, pressing against his bladder and making him feel like he was literally going to burst, there was something about the feeling that just did it for Chad.
“What happens if I can’t hold it?” he asked after a few seconds, squeezing the muscles in his groin and ass as hard as he could in a way that Peter was no doubt enjoying tremendously.
“I’d have to punish you,” Peter said, his voice darkly amused. He rocked his hips forward, and Chad gasped as the movement of the huge knot inside of him forced a tiny stream of urine out of the tip of his cock.
He wondered what Peter meant. So far the two of them had gotten plenty kinky—Peter tying him up and using him in ways Chad would never in a million years have thought would be enjoyable—but there had been very littledisciplineinvolved in their play. Not the real kind.
Chad knew that was intentional. Peter was easing him into things, taking his time and making sure Chad wasn’t too overwhelmed or feeling railroaded. Just looking through the contents of Peter’s playroom was enough to tell him that the alpha was much kinkier than a little bondage and the occasional playing dress up.
“Feel good?” Peter chuckled, pushing his hand down the underside of Chad’s body, over his pecs and abs, landing on his lower stomach and feeling the slight swell of his bladder. Chad shuddered.
“It’s weird,” he replied honestly and breathless. “Intense.”
Peter grinned into his neck and rubbed his hand over Chad’s bladder, pushing down and making Chad more convinced than ever that he was going to wet himself.
“Peter! Fuck,” Chad gritted his teeth and tried to push his body up and away from the merciless touch, but all it did was push Peter’s knot deeper into his hole—and into his bladder.
Counting his breaths, his whole world narrowed down to the knot in his ass and his effort not to pee, Chad thanked God he wasn’t an omega. Peter’s knot knew that Chad’s hole wasn’t what it wanted, and within minutes of expanding to its full size it started to deflate.
Chad could feel the pressure inside of him—and on his bladder—lessening slightly, Peter’s come leaking out of his hole around his softening cock.
Still, Peter made no move to get off him.
“Peter?” Chad asked when Peter just laid there, using Chad’s hole as his own personal cock-warmer.
“Mhhm?” Peter made a noncommittal sound.
“Can I get up?” Chad asked, the undignified whine in his voice not bothering him in the slightest. He wriggled, but it didn’t do him any good. “Please?”
Now he soundedreallydesperate.
Peter considered it for a second, and then rolled off Chad’s back with a heartfelt sigh. The second the bigger alpha’s weight was off his body, Chad bolted from the bed and into the bathroom to relieve himself. He yanked the toilet seat up and aimed his hard cock, letting go.
Pissing had never felt better.
“I didn’t think you were going to be able to hold it,” Peter said from behind him. Chad looked over his shoulder, his bladder still emptying itself into the toilet, with a glare.
“That was so fucking mean, dude,” he said. Rather than take offense, Peter just grinned and sauntered up behind him. Not wanting to stop pissing mid stream, Chad stayed where he was as Peter wrapped him up in a big hug from behind.
“Watersports not your thing?” Peter asked, reaching down and commandeering hold of Chad’s cock. The touch of Peter’s rough fingers on his member, holding it gently in the palm of his hand, was one of the strangest feelings Chad had ever encountered. Not wrong, exactly, but definitely not right, either. Peter pinched down, stopping the stream of piss, but before Chad could complain he let go and Chad was allowed to finish relieving himself.
“I don’t want to piss the bed, no.” Chad couldn’t help the way his voice came out a little hitched and breathy.
“Okay,” Peter said, dropping Chad’s cock and stepping away. Chad just barely managed to avoid sending his thick stream of urine all over the floor. He took himself in hand and aimed his weakening stream of piss back into the center of the toilet, shooting an angry glare over his shoulder. Peter ignored him, turning on the shower and stepping under the water without so much as looking at him.
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