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  1. Under Dean's bad influence, Seth got drunk. He also got high, and admittedly, he overdid it. Two hours in, and he was laying more than sitting in a booth, his formerly sharp black dress clothes were rumpled, and his shoes lay discarded under the table. Beside him, Dean was making wisecracks about Bray Wyatt, who was holding court across the room. “How much bacteria do think is in that nasty beard?” Dean asked Seth, Roman, and Sheamus. “Don't get me wrong, we all have some degree of a beard, but not like that, that's just...ewww.” Dean shuddered. “There's probably pieces of food in there and everything.” “Like a whole turkey leg,” Roman quipped. “Thanksgiving leftovers!” The foursome cracked up, then Sheamus exclaimed: “Fuck, I'm going to piss my trousers!” Roman stood up to let Sheamus out of the booth, and shrugged. “Guess I might as well go too, as long as I'm already up.” He followed Sheamus, and left Dean and Seth sitting together. Seth laughed. “Looks like we're dating.” Dean shrugged, a faraway look in his glassy eyes. “They are. Well, maybe dating isn't the right word, but they've got something going on, Roman and Sheamus.” “Oh yeah?” Seth asked. He liked hearing gossip. “I think so. They've been spending a lot of time together. Are you feeling that underlying sexual tension pulsing between them?” “Honestly, I'm not feeling much of anything right now,” Seth said, and giggled. “I'm so fucked up.” Dean gave a small smile. “I'll bet. But, anyway, I still say they're lovers.” He looked down at his nearly-empty glass and pouted. Suddenly, Seth realized that Dean was jealous; Dean had feelings for Roman that went beyond friendship and Shield brotherhood. Cute Dean had never hidden his bisexuality, and thanks to the internet, Seth's was no secret, either. Seth touched Dean's shoulder. “Want to go smoke another bowl?” Dean didn't hesitate. “Yes, yes I would.” Seth clumsily pulled his shoes on. He saw Dean looking at the door to the men's room, where they'd smoked earlier, and where Roman had followed Sheamus. Dean looked hurt. “We'll go out on the patio,” Seth said, quickly. They had the patio to themselves. It was a windy night, and they had to huddle close, hands touching, to light Seth's glass pipe. Seth was aroused, being so close to Dean, smelling his cologne and shampoo, and the leather from his jacket. After the hacking and coughing were over, Dean said: “I feel...better, thanks.” They were still very close. The sexual tension between them was not underlying, it was so thick Seth swore he could almost see it. “Dean-” Then they were kissing, frantically. Dean was a delightful kisser, Seth had always known he would be. Seth pulled him close and felt something hard pressed against him where he was hard. “Mmmm...I had no idea you were bi, Seth!” Dean gushed. “You little bullshitter,” Seth laughed. “Okay, so I did know, I just didn't know you were into me.” “Well, I am,” Seth announced. “So, what do you think?” Dean hugged him tight and kissed him again. “I think it's great! I gotta ask: Are you a top, or a bottom?” Seth thought of Mistress mounting him, and Master's old schnitzel in his mouth and giggled, giddy. “A bottom.” “Thought so. I'm a switch.” Before they could resume the make out session, another bottom entered the picture: Bo. “Hey guys! Mind if I join the party?” “Yes,” Dean replied, flatly. “Oh, great!” Bo whooped, and slapped Dean's perfect ass playfully. Seth got right in Bo's ugly face. “What he meant was yes we mind, as in get the fuck out of here, Bo!” “Hey, I was just-” Seth gave Bo a push towards the doors. “I said, get the fuck out of here, Bo!” Bo backed away, palms up in submission, and went back inside. “Who the fuck let him in anyway?” Dean asked. “If I had to guess, big brother did. I didn't see his name on the guest list, that's for sure.” Dean tried to open the patio door. “Little brother locked us out.” He banged on the door, but it was too loud inside for anyone to hear. He shifted his weight from foot to foot. “I gotta pee, too.” “Someone will come out for a smoke soon,” Seth said. He wondered if the moment with Dean had been killed by Bo. If so, he would put an end to Bo's nearly non-existent career. Seth had an “in” with the Authority. Dean paced back and forth. “Oh, fuck it, I'll just pee right here.” Seth decided to test the waters, so to speak. “Can I aim for you?” Dean broke into a huge smile. “Hell yeah! Never tried that before. C'mere and help me pee on this plant that looks like the Jolly Green Giant's pubes.” He gestured at a potted fern. Seth laughed, and wrapped his arms around Dean's waist. He bent so he could see, well, somewhat, in the darkness, around Dean's shoulders. He watched Dean undo his jeans and pull down the front of his tighty-whities, and came down with a case of penis-envy; Dean was longer, fatter, and rock hard. Seth wrapped his hands around it, stroking and caressing it, and made Dean moan. “I hate peeing with a hard on, but I have to go so bad.” “Hurry up and piss, I want to play,” Seth said, and stroked Dean's cock. Precum, not piss, came out of it. “Fuck, Seth, you're not helping! If you want me to pee, you have to stop playing.” Seth forced himself to stop stroking Dean's hot cock, and loosened his hold on it. He felt Dean push, and a short, but forceful spurt of piss came out, which Seth was not able to guide to the fern, it went on the wall, instead. They laughed, and Dean tried again, but nothing. “I guess I'm not very good at this, am I?” Seth asked, coyly. “It's not your fault, it's this godawful hard on... Wait, it is your fault!” Dean playfully tickled him. Seth giggled, and clutched at his sides. “I need to calm down,” Dean admitted, and tucked himself back into his tight jeans. He winced. Seth led him to a chair. “You look so uncomfortable.” Dean nodded. “Throbbing cock in jeans like these; uncomfortable is an understatement.” Seth, of course, had to grope. He was finding it hard to keep his hands off Dean. “Mmmmm.” “Seth! You're not helping, again! Here I am, willing it to go down so I can finally pee, and you're trying to keep it hard.” Dean half-scolded, half-flirted. “Once I pee, I can play. I don't want to, you know, pee when we're doing something.” “I did once,” Seth admitted. “But, oddly enough, I also had the most intense orgasm ever.” “Hmmm, interesting. Mind telling me about it?” Seth had to change up how it went down, of course, he couldn't give up his secret to Dean, who couldn't keep a secret. Not that Dean was intentionally a gossip, he just talked a lot, and sometimes his brain couldn't keep up with his mouth. “I was with this guy-” “Someone from work?” Dean wanted to know. “No, a Wall Street broker,” Seth lied. Dean laughed. “Should've known you'd go high-class.” “Yeah, you know me,” Seth smiled over his lie so easily bought and continued. “Anyway, he wouldn't let me take a piss before he mounted me. It was the most amazing, intense feeling I ever had. I pissed all over the bed, and came at the same time.” “Wow...” Dean mused. “Then, I got spanked for making the bed a mess, but I hardly felt it in the afterglow.” “That was a hot story,” Dean commented. “I got spanked recently, too.” Seth chuckled. “Yep, by Bo. Fifteen minutes ago. I was there.” “That definitely doesn't count, for anything.” “What did you get spanked for?” Seth wanted to know. “My teacher spanked me for deploying my army of little soldiers in my pants. She ordered me not to cum, but pushed me to the edge. When I lost it, there was so much jiz I felt like I peed my pants. Looked like it, too.” Seth kissed him softly. “You're so hot.” “Teacher actually ordered me not to cum or masturbate for fifteen days after that, and I've got a week to go, and my balls are ready to pop,” Dean's hand automatically went to that area. “She didn't tell me I couldn't have someone else touch me, though, so I guess we're good there.” “But what if I make you cum?” “I'm sure you will, Seth. What teacher doesn't know won't hurt her.” “You're such a bad boy.” “I know. I'm going to try to pee again. You can watch, but it's probably best you don't touch.” Seth followed back to the potted fern and watched while Dean watered it. “Better now?” He asked, when Dean had finished. “Yeah, I think I lost ten pounds.” “Good, my turn.” Seth undid his dress pants and began pissing into the fern. “Damn, Seth, you've got a nice cock!” Seth smiled. “The most famous in all of wrestling entertainment.” The fern was saturated, and piss began running out onto the patio. “Oops.” “Bad boy,” Dean teased, and stepped out of the river's path. “I know, I'm incorrigible.” “Surprised you can pronounce that one.” “I can pronounce anything when I'm not live. But, I've gotten better.” Seth shook off and put himself away. He smirked at the mess he and Dean had made. A stream ran all the way across the patio to pool in a corner. “I'm such a dirty boy.” “Me, too,” Dean added, as he looked for a way off the patio. “Yeah, you are. Bad influence, too.” “I think we can get down if we jump on the dumpster. It's only five, maybe six feet,” Dean said, looking down into the alley. Seth looked. “Yeah, we fly from higher than this. Look out! Superstar!” He shouted as he leaped. He landed solidly on the lid of the dumpster, and hopped down to the alley. “Come on, Dean!” Dean jumped down, too, and they embraced and kissed again. Seth couldn't help but grope Dean again, too, and this time, Dean groped him back. They hurried across the street, where their rooms were booked, to Dean's room. As they frantically stripped each other, Seth barely heard Dean say he was sharing the room with Jey, but Jey seldom came back before four. Naked and hard, Dean and Seth dove for the nearest bed. Dean produced a bottle of lube, and dripped some on to Seth. It was warm, and when Dean wrapped his hand around him, Seth was stunned by the pleasure. “Fuck, Dean...” Dean smiled, sassy, and dripped some on himself. He guided Seth's hand to where it would pleasure him most, and thrilled Seth jerked him, sensually, slowly. Dean moaned. “Oh, Seth, sweetness, stop!” Shocked, Seth pulled away, afraid he'd hurt Dean. But, he looked at Dean's squinted face and quivering muscles, and realized Dean was struggling not to cum. Although Seth remembered Dean telling him that he hadn't been able to cum for a week, forbidden to by his “teacher” (whoever that was, Seth still wondered), it was a feather in his cap of many that he'd made Dean feel that good; that he wanted to blow right away. Seth thrust his hips, fucking Dean's hand as he kissed him. “Mmmm, you're so fucking hot.” “I don't want to cum yet,” Dean said. “Can you stay hard and cum again once you do?” “I did when I was a teenager, but now I need a break in between,” Dean admitted, and blushed. “Me, too,” Seth said. They cooled things a little, just kissing and petting, until Dean's trail of kisses found its way down Seth's belly to his cock. Seth wrapped his fingers in Dean's hair as Dean's lips wrapped around his cock, and everything else dissolved as Seth discovered the wonderment of Dean's delightful oral. Several times Seth thought that he, and even the world, would explode, and Dean would sense that, and switch his method, easing Seth off the peak before building him up again. Seth felt like his soul, his strength, his everything, was in Dean's skillful hands and mouth. Seth began begging Dean to let him cum. He had never wanted to so badly before. “Not yet,” Dean replied. But, he did cease playing, and laid down beside Seth, their hard cocks side by side. “I feel so small next to you,” Seth admitted. “Oh, shush,” Dean chided. “I don't have more than an inch or so on you. And, yours is sexier; I've got this big vein running right on the top of my shaft, and I hate how purple the head gets when I'm really horny.” Seth looked. His cock was prettier. Both his, and Dean's, were drooling shiny precum. “Yours is still sexier to me,” he said. Dean smiled, and they shared another kiss. Their cocks rubbed together, a hot sensation. Their precum mixed together in a musk, joining the cinnamon scent of Dean's lube. “Let's see what I can do for you,” Seth drawled. “Tie me up?” Dean asked, excitedly. Seth grinned. Dean really was a dirty boy. “Sure, but with what?” Dean produced a pair of handcuffs, and took his belt out of his discarded jeans. “You can use your belt on my other leg,” he said, brightly. Awkwardly, Seth tied Dean to the bed. He'd never done that before; he'd always been the one tied down. But, he could see that Dean was excited, eyes aglow, and breathing fast. Seth teased him, gently stroking Dean's hot body everywhere, besides his cock. Oh, he would come very close, and Dean would moan and his cock would twitch. He blew hot air on to the purple plum head. “Do you want to cum for me?” Seth asked. “Oh, fuck yeah I do! I'm not going to try to hold back anymore.” “Good,” Seth said, and took Dean's fat cock into his mouth. So different in size and texture from Master's, and tasting of cinnamon lube. In no time at all, Seth had it clean, and tasted only Dean's precum. “Sixty-nine!” Dean cried. “Please, Seth, I want you.” Seth turned, so Dean could have at him, too. Being back in Dean's mouth was so pleasurable his toes curled, and even though he wanted to moan and cry out, he kept sucking Dean. He hoped he was making Dean feel as good as Dean was making him feel. Panting, he licked and sucked that purple plum while teetering on the edge, about to explode in Dean's mouth. Just as the first spurt of Dean's cum splattered in Seth's face, Seth shot his load, too. He wrapped his pretty mouth around Dean's cock again, and felt cum hit his throat. He swallowed it, as Dean swallowed his. Spent, they laid together and shared a bottle of water. Seth tasted his mouth, and enjoyed the feeling of Dean's body beside his. Dean was stroking the blonde streak in Seth's hair. “And they call me the lunatic fringe.” Seth giggled and began tickling Dean. Dean responded tit for tat, and Seth was quite ticklish. “Stop, I gotta piss.” Seth wiggled, and held himself like a little boy. “Awww, that's so cute. And me, too, actually.” Seth got up and headed to the bathroom. “I always do, soon after I cum.” Dean followed. “It's a natural reflex, clears the pipe so you don't pee in stereo later.” Seth sat down on the toilet. “C'mere, Dean. I want your hot piss all over my hot cock.” Dean giggled. “I don't want to make a mess, Seth!” He held himself, and shifted his weight from foot to foot. Seth patted his thighs. “Sit in my lap. You know, like spider-style on a swing.” Dean did, and Seth wrapped his arms around him. He kissed Dean's earlobe. “Let go,” he whispered, and felt Dean loosen his grip on himself. Seth felt Dean's hot piss pour onto his groin, and drip noisily into the toilet from his jewels. It felt amazing. He kissed Dean when he, too, started pissing. He was still pissing after Dean had stopped. “Wow, Seth!” “Yeah, I can hold a lot,” Seth said, and pissed two more long streams. “My limits have been stretched, most recently on RAW. Almost five hours in the car, no time to piss before my promo. I thought I was going to piss my pants the whole fucking promo, but I didn't.” Seth got up, and flushed the toilet. “I don't think I could've handled that,” Dean said, as he pulled on his briefs. “I would've peed my pants, for real.” “You're not going to shower?” Seth asked. Dean grinned and shook his head. “Nuh-uh.” “I wasn't going to, either,” Seth admitted. “What dirty boys we are.” Dean nodded eagerly in agreement. “Have you ever peed yourself?” Seth thought about the self-goldenshower Mistress had ordered him to do. He didn't think that was what Dean was asking though, so he replied: “I've never had an accident, at least not as an adult.” “I peed myself on the way to Arlington, how embarrassing.” “Last week?” Seth asked. “Yeah.” Dean blushed. “I was riding with Jey, Jimmy, and Naomi. There was a problem at the rest area, so I started heading for the woods, but I just couldn't take it anymore. Everyone found out about it, too.” “Awww, poor thing,” Seth said, and patted Dean's back. “The twins were really sympathetic, Naomi, not so much. But, no one told, so I guess all's good.” “Mhmm. I should get back to the party.” “I don't even know how it went on without you,” Dean said, and kissed him. “Our champion. My champion.” “Can we do this again?” Seth asked, as he buttoned his shirt. “I'd love to.”
  2. Naomi had only agreed to let Dean ride along if he could be quiet, and of course, he couldn't be, especially after Jey lit a blunt and passed it around. Naomi just wanted to mellow out, listen to music, and not get paranoid about driving high and tipsy, (no, not the best decision, but she was in the best condition to do so), but Dean was making that an impossibility. Even after Jey, in the backseat beside him, put in his earbuds, and closed his eyes, Dean babbled incessantly. Neither Jimmy nor Naomi encouraged him, but Dean went on and on about: how his dog, Buster, got in the kitchen garbage and made a huge mess; a tornado he'd witnessed as a boy that took out a Blockbuster Video; and even about seeing Erick Rowan naked in the locker room once, his firey-red bush completely hid his junk. And, he didn't even stop there. Dean yapped about craft beer, pancakes, how much he couldn't stand Bo Dallas- “Dean!” Naomi snapped. Dean leaned forward, his head between the driver and passenger seats. “Present!” “Boy, believe me, I know. Can you do me a favor and just shut the hell up for a few minutes? Your chatter is giving me a headache.” “Oh, sorry, sure, Naomi.” Dean sat back, and stared out the window into darkness. Naomi sighed with relief and relaxed a little. She fiddled with the rental car's radio and found nothing but those two middle of nowhere staples; Christian and Country. Disappointed, she clicked off the radio, enjoyed the silence. Husband asleep in the passenger seat, his twin the same in the seat behind him. Dean, who she could see in the rear view mirror, wasn't sleeping, but at least he was still quiet. He was leaning on his elbow, looking out the window. But, nature was calling Dean, so he couldn't be quiet forever. “Naomi? Can you pull over? I gotta use the little boys' room.” “Already?” Naomi rolled her eyes. “Shit, Dean...” “No, not 'shit', I need to pee.” Dean began to fidget. “I know that. I can't pull over and risk a DUI, so you'll just have to wait.” “I can't; I broke the seal,” Dean whined. “Come on, Naomi, just pull over. I'll be quick about it.” Naomi shook her head. “I can't risk it, Dean. I'll stop someplace proper as soon as I can, but for now you're just going to have to suck it up and hold it.” Even in his intoxicated state, Dean could understand Naomi's reasoning, but it didn't solve his problem. He had to pee so badly he couldn't even get comfortable. Blushing, he looked about the car for anything he could find relief in, but seemed to be out of luck. “Naomi, please,” Dean begged. “I can't hold it much longer, seriously, I can't.” “Just shut up and think about something else!” It was the same thing her mother would say to her when she whined about needing to go, and the bathroom wasn't available. “How can I?” Dean asked. “I'm about to pee my pants!” He squirmed and whimpered. “Dean, you're not going to pee your pants. You're an adult, you can wait,” Naomi said, in a gentler, more patient voice. “I really can't. If you don't pull over, I'm going right here.” Dean knelt up on the seat, unrolled the window, and started undoing his jeans. “You wouldn't dare-” “Yes, I would.” Dean cut her off, and began trying to pee out the window. Not an easy task from a moving vehicle, at an upward angle, fighting the wind, and Dean made a mess before he managed to stop. “Fuck, Dean!” Naomi snapped, but she did pull over, and Dean hopped out to finish peeing, in the ditch at the side of the road. “Tinkle tinkle, little star,” he sang to himself, as he peed forever. “Dean?” Naomi called. “Yeah?” “Shut up. And, hurry up.” Dean shook off and put himself back together, headlights were approaching in the distance. He got back in the car, comfortable and satisfied with himself. He saw Naomi looking at him in the rear view mirror and smirked at her as she pulled back onto the highway. Naomi handed him a travel size package of antibacterial hand wipes. “Clean up your mess. Fuck, Dean, that was nasty!” She watched him in the mirror, to make sure he didn't miss anything. “You left me with no other options,” Dean lipped back, as he wiped drips of his pee away, off the door and the back of his seat. “If I could have held it, or found a more discrete way of dealing with it, I would have. I didn't want to try to do that, but it was either that or wet my pants.” “Don't you have an ounce of discipline?” “I had a lot to drink.” “My point exactly. We all drank tonight, but you're the only one who broke their seal and tried to pee out the window of a rental car, while it's moving at eighty-five miles an hour. I remember you saying something at the club about drinking more because you can. You think you're such a bad ass.” Dean flashed her another cocky smirk. “Yes, I'm a bad ass. I'm a rebel. I'm unstable. I'm the lunatic fr-” “Just a nasty boy,” Naomi sneered. “No discipline, no self-control.” “Come on now, Naomi, you know that's not true. I just like to have a good time when I can, and tonight was one of those nights I could.” “Only because I agreed to drive you, even if I came into the deal at the last minute.” She thought angrily of Jey, who'd brought Dean into their night in the first place, for a bag of weed. “And you thank me for it by peeing in a rental car that's in my name.” Dean blushed. He felt bad about that, but really, he'd had no other choice. “I'm sorry, Naomi, but if I'd wet my pants, it would've made even more of a mess in the car.” “Yeah, maybe. You need to learn how to behave yourself.” “Psh,” Dean stretched back in his seat. “I'm a gentleman.” “Ha!” Naomi snorted. “If you're a gentleman, then I'm a flat-assed white girl.” “Come on, Barbie, let's go party,” Dean retorted in song. “Barbie? I know you just didn't call me...Ooooh...” Naomi was quickly becoming frustrated. “Boy, you need to learn some manners. You're disrespectful to ladies, you talk all night, you party too hard, you need to pee like a puppy, you're a gossip, and-” “What are you going to do about it?” Dean wanted to know, and posed the question in a cocky, yet flirty, tone. “Are you going to teach me some manners?” He felt himself getting hard, and had to adjust the way he lay in his jeans. The gesture, no matter how discrete, was not lost on Naomi. She smiled as inspiration struck. “You bet your sweet ass I will. When we stop for the night, your schooling will begin, Mr. Ambrose.” “Oooh, I can't wait,” Dean quipped casually, but the bulge in his tight jeans betrayed him. At a rest stop, Naomi ordered Dean to get out and use the bathroom properly so he wouldn't pee in the car again. Surprisingly, he obeyed, and after he got out, she spotted his wallet lying on the seat and snatched it. Then, she woke the twins and told them of her evil plan. Of course, Jimmy, the good man he was, was very supportive, and Jey was down because Jimmy was. When Dean returned, Naomi and the twins excused themselves and resumed plotting. Dean had no idea what was in store for him. When they returned to the car, Dean immediately started babbling about how he'd run into Roman Reigns on the way to the men's room. Jey said that was cool, and produced another blunt rolled from the ounce Dean had procured in Chicago. Naomi and Jimmy lulled Dean into a false sense of security with vending machine munchies, and the promise of continuing the party at the motel. No one mentioned Dean's failed attempt to pee out the window, so he mostly forgot about it, and Naomi's idle, sexy threats. Upon arriving at the casino, Dean couldn't find his wallet. He felt around in the car's nooks and crannies, and was patting around on the floor when Naomi asked: “Looking for this?” She showed him his wallet, then handed it off to Jimmy. “You can have it back after we get our rooms. Wait here.” Dean waited in the car, he really had no other choice since his driver's license, but not his money, was in his wallet. Until Naomi had produced his wallet, he'd forgotten all about the scolding and mild flirting earlier. Now, all alone, he began getting horny again, and casually squeezed his hard on through his jeans. He was about to unzip when Naomi and the twins returned. Dean tried to look innocent as he emerged from the car, and tied his hoodie around his waist to hide the godawful hard on. He grabbed his two bags, and Naomi handed him two more. Jimmy and Jey grabbed their things, and two cases of beer. Dean whooped, and ran ahead to the hotel, swinging the bags. “I want to be an airborne ranger! I want to go where there is danger!” Naomi and the Usos laughed so hard they missed the rest of Dean's rendition of the song. They were laughing at the irony Dean wasn't yet aware of. They rode a glass elevator to their fourth-floor rooms. Naomi used a keycard to unlock 417, a suite with a king size bed. Dean wondered if it was his. Since he didn't know, he sat down on a chair in the sitting area, his, and Naomi's, bags at his feet. Naomi snagged one of her bags and disappeared into the bathroom. Jimmy offered him a beer, and he accepted, toasting with the twins on having made it through another week of performances. Jey pulled a box of dominoes from his bag, and soon he and his brother had a game going, which Dean could not be made to understand, so after Jimmy was defeated, Jey traded the dominoes for a deck of cards, and dealt out king's corner, which he knew Dean could play, since he'd taught him last year. Naomi came from the bathroom, fresh from the shower, wearing a fluffy pink robe and matching slippers. She nodded at the twins, and they grabbed Dean. “Put him in that chair.” Naomi pointed at one of the four chairs around a small, round table, and Dean was forced into it. Okay, he wasn't fighting at all, really. His wrists and ankles were secured to the chair's arms and legs with leather straps. Then, the twins took their things, including the beer, and left, leaving Naomi and Dean alone. “Here's your wallet.” Naomi placed it in his crotch. Her hand brushed against his hard on; he'd become immediately aroused when Jimmy and Jey tied him to the chair, he loved being bound. Dean wasn't sure if Naomi's touch had been accidental or deliberate, but it made precum dribble out. She stood three feet in front of him and threw off her robe dramatically. She was wearing soft pink whisper and a promise lingerie, which drove Dean even more nuts, a chiffon babydoll and matching lace thong than enhanced her ballooning bust, wasp waist, and gorgeous, music-video ass. “School's in session, Mr. Ambrose.” She began to erotically twist and gyrate before him, like a stripper just warming up. “And you... You're like school in the summertime.” Dean knew the punchline, but, feeling punchy, he bought in anyway. “School in the summertime?” “Yeah, school in the summertime...No class!” Naomi danced around him, watching his eyes grow hungry with desire. She could also see he was hard, and had begun to shift uncomfortably in the seat. “What's the matter? Balls itch?” She asked. “No...I need to...um...adjust myself.” Dean blushed. “Want me to pull those ball-crushing jeans down?” Dean couldn't help but smile. “Yeah.” Naomi undid his jeans, and Dean raised his hips so she could peel them down to his shins. His somewhat freed cock was no longer uncomfortable and contorted, it was pitching a major tent in his tighty whities. She gave him a sly smile and continued her dance of seduction, which became a full on lap dance, as she rubbed her body against his, touched herself, and dry humped him until he was panting. He was nearing an explosion, he was going to cum, and she suddenly, spryly, left his lap. She smiled, and wagged a finger at him. “No cumming for you. Not until I say you can.” Orgasm deprivation! Dean couldn't believe it. It was one of his fantasies being fulfilled, so it only made him want to cum even more, but he was thrilled. He looked down at his sticky briefs, gone transparent around the purplish head of his god awful hard on. He would do his best to obey her, but it had been a few days since he'd had a chance to cum. Naomi titled Dean's chair back gently, all the way to the floor, so Dean was on his back. She stood over him, and stripped off the lingerie. She spread her long, nimble legs and settled atop his chest, dusky jewel just beyond the reach of his mouth. He could smell her lovely musk, pheromones, and he longed to taste her so much his mouth watered a little. She grinded on his chest as she worked her clit, leaving her juices all over him. She had the sweetest, sexiest little cries of pleasure. Dean's cock, as well as his balls, were aching. He longed for her to slide down his belly, and ride him. He'd popped out of the waistband of his briefs in this new position, and his lower belly was cold, where more precum had dribbled. “Oh, Naomi, this is torture!” He cried out, and struggled against his restraints as she came. He felt her orgasm on his chest, and it had been quite intense. Dean moaned, his manhood aching more than ever. One touch would send him into an orgasm of his own, but he knew she wouldn't touch him. “Sorry,” she said, casually, after she'd recovered. “While you may not be able to cum, I still can.” She got up off his chest, and brought his chair back upright. “Let's take a little break. Recess.” Dean, red and sweaty, nodded. “Yeah.” He hoped Naomi would put some clothes on. He needed to try to calm down. “Would you like a beer?” Naomi asked. “Actually, I'd love some water. I'm done with the hard stuff for tonight.” Dean looked at his lap and chuckled at the bad, unintentional pun. Naomi got a bottle of water, put a straw in it, and pushed Dean up to the table so he could drink. He polished it off and she got him a refill. “I'm glad to know you've got a limit,” she quipped. “Mhmm, I do. What I'd really like is some of that weed, though. I did go in on that zip, and I was the one out looking for it, putting my ass on the line.” “Well, you've been a good school boy so far. I guess you deserve a little treat.” Naomi pulled on a neon yellow velour jogging suit. “I'll get you some of that electric tobacco.” “Naomi? Can you put my jeans back on? I kind of feel like an ass sitting here with my pants down around my ankles.” Naomi chuckled, and pulled his jeans back up. “I'm not zipping them up. I don't want to hurt you.” “Thanks.” “Enjoy your recess. I'll be back.” Dean drank the rest of his water. His hard on faded away, and he didn't feel so much like a bull in heat anymore. Naomi could've at least left the tv on for her captive, but she didn't, so he was left to listen to the sounds of the hotel, and it wasn't even a busy one. If anyone passed by the room, they did so quietly. He did hear a loud thud and a shout of “FUCK!” from directly below, and giggled to himself. He fell asleep in the chair, and awoke with a start. He had no idea how long he'd been out, but he needed to pee, really bad. He looked around the room for Naomi, but she hadn't apparently returned. He did locate a clock, and saw that it was close to 3:30, so she'd been gone almost an hour. Her things were here, so she'd come back eventually. Dean shifted in his chair to a slightly more comfortable position and tried going back to sleep, but it was useless. He had to pee first, and soon. Just in case she had returned, and was out of his line of vision, he called out to her. “Naomi? Hey, Naomi?” No response. “Fuck,” Dean muttered to himself. Unless Naomi showed up to free him in the next few minutes, he was going to pee all over himself, it was something that he'd known could happen when he was bound. He held on the best he could, curling his toes and biting his lips, breathing hard and squirming as much as he could in his restraints. But, he couldn't take it anymore. Pee flooded his lap, turning his briefs transparent and his jeans dark. “Oh, fuck...” Dean tried to stop, but his bladder cramped painfully, and he gave up. He relaxed. The relief was all that mattered at that point, not how it was happening. He could hear his pee running off the chair and splattering on the carpet. He was sitting in a puddle, and he was still going. He felt naughty, but there was nothing he could do about it. Finally, he was done, and completely soaked. He began to wonder if Naomi would ever come back. If she did, would she bring the twins? Or, would be left alone until tomorrow, for housekeeping to find? His wet clothes were getting cold. About five minutes later, she did return. Dean was relieved to see she was alone. She put a blunt on the table, and her hand on the table to steady herself. She was fucked up. Then, she saw Dean's wet clothes, and the puddle under his chair. But, rather than the scolding and possible spanking he'd been half-expecting, Dean heard the music of Naomi's laughter. “You...you...peed your pants during recess!” She squealed, before she collapsed into a chair in a fit of laughter. “Yeah, yeah,” Dean said, embarrassed. “Can you let me out now? I'm starting to get cold.” “Hmm? What?” Naomi looked up at him from the crook of a folded arm, still giggling. Her eyes were lab rat red. Dean tried again. “Can you undo my straps? Please. I want to shower and change, I'm freezing.” “Oh yeah, of course.” She stumbled over, and undid the strap on his right hand. Dean was able to do the rest himself. “Damn boy, you really made a mess.” “Yeah, I sure did.” Dean grabbed his bag and headed off to shower. The troublesome hard on did not come back. After toweling dry, Dean debated at his open bag; jeans or sweats. He decided on sweats, and one of his old promo shirts, a white one with the word “UNSTABLE” printed across the front in messy black letters; his pjs. Fuck Naomi and the twins if they still wanted to party at four-thirty in the morning. He had had enough fun for one night. When he came from the bathroom, Naomi had left, taking her things with her. But there was a hotel notepad beside the blunt, a note in Naomi's girlish handwriting. D- Going to sleep. Enjoy your night off, and remember what I said ***NO CUMMING!*** Class resumes tomorrow. -N Dean doubted he could cum right then even if he wanted to disobey her, he was too tired. He decided to save the blunt for tomorrow morning, half for a wake and bake, half for a post-breakfast treat.
  3. Okay, guys, doing it right this time, putting the whole thing in one thread. Sorry for doing it haphazardly in the past. About: This is another WWE fan fiction story. It is slash, and features watersports on all levels, sex, and some BDSM. Not safe for work. Contains vulgar language and some light drug use. Still ongoing/incomplete. Summary: Seth Rollins recovers from surgery with the help of his lover, Dean Ambrose. His other former Shield brother, Roman Reigns, also comes to visit. But, Dean and Roman can't stay, the show must go on. While they travel together, Seth is left behind, but the Authority sends their ailing pet a "gift" in the form of a houseboy. Submissive Seth has to learn how to become dominant. Chapter 1 – Seth's Knee Surgery Seth awoke for the first time he could remember after the surgery. He had to piss so terribly he thought he was going to wet the bed. It was even worse than the awful pain coming from his repaired right knee. He was also nauseated, yet thirsty, like he had the flu. He honestly felt like he might throw up, and moaned. “Hey, you're awake!” Dean's voice said, brightly, and he sprang out of a chair Seth hadn't yet noticed. “How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?” “Trash can, I think I'm going to be sick.” Dean got the trash can there just as Seth began to retch and dry-heave, but that's all it was. Dean was alarmed. “I'll call a nurse.” He pressed Seth's call button, and did his best to comfort his lover, who felt cool and clammy. He stroked Seth's hair and rubbed the back of his neck. Very soon a young, sandy-haired male nurse appeared, smiling kindly. “Good afternoon, Mr. Rollins. I'm Matt, your evening nurse. How are you feeling?” Seth felt so awful he couldn't do anything but shake his head. Dean had to speak for him. “He's really feeling sick to his stomach, and feels cold and clammy. He tried throwing up, but nothing came up, since he hasn't had anything since last night.” Matt nodded. “Very common way to feel after surgery. A lot of stress on the body, a lot of drugs and anesthesia. I'll get you something for the nausea. Are you having any pain?” Seth nodded, and cleared his throat. “Yes. It hurts worse now than it did before. I don't think I've ever felt worse overall. On top of what he said, I feel weak, tired, thirsty, and I really need to, um, drain off.” Matt lifted the blankets near the end of Seth's bed. “I'll take your catheter out and get you a urinal right away.” “I'll step out for a bit,” Dean said, and squeezed Seth's hand affectionately before leaving. Matt pulled the curtain around Seth's bed. “I'm not going to lie to you and tell you this won't hurt at all, but it won't hurt nearly as much as you think. Just try to relax, and take deep breaths.” Seth tried to follow the nurse's advice, but it still burned when Matt pulled the plumbing from his cock, and helpless tears sprang to his eyes. “It's okay, it's out now. I'll go and get your meds and and some water so you can have some privacy.” Matt positioned a urinal for Seth, who exploded before his nurse could even turn away. As soon as that discomfort was taken care of, the pain in his knee grew exponentially, and he began to cry like he was six years old again. Matt reappeared, took the urinal away, and handed Seth a box of Kleenex. “Is it the pain?” Seth nodded and wiped his eyes. “As soon as I get your vitals, I'll give you something for the pain,” Matt assured him. Seth continued to sniffle while Matt took his temperature, blood pressure, and looked at the monitor and IV lines. Then, he cleaned off a port in the IV line with an alcohol swab, and gave him two injections through it. “You should be feeling a lot better in a few minutes, Mr. Rollins.” Seth wiped away the last of his tears, and blew his nose. “Thank you. And, call me Seth.” “Okay, Seth. Did you want a wet cloth for your face?” “Yes...That would feel nice.” He took a sip of the water Matt had brought, and it didn't unsettle his stomach. His parched mouth chanted relief. Matt brought him a cool, wet, washcloth from the private bathroom, then busied himself in a computer, putting notes in Seth's chart. Seth washed his face, then folded the cloth over his eyes. He looked horrible when he cried, and he didn't want Dean to know. He wondered how long Dean had been here; Seth had made it known to his friends and coworkers that he didn't want any visitors, so he hadn't expected to find his lover beside him. But, Seth was really happy he did. When the nurse was satisfied Seth was feeling somewhat better, he left, and Dean reappeared, pushing a cart laden with flowers, balloons, and gifts. “Lots of well-wishers, Seth. I already weeded out the fan stuff and had it sent on to the children's hospital.” “Thank you.” Seth smiled, feeling fuzzy from the drugs, and Dean. Dean gave him a hug. When he pulled away, Seth thought he saw tears in his lover's eyes, happy tears. He turned his attention back to Seth's get well gifts. “Just look at all this stuff! I don't know where to start.” “The flowers,” Seth suggested. “Because nothing says 'get well soon' like a dead flower.” “Oh, babe, have a heart!” Dean chided playfully. He picked up an arrangement and read the card. “This is from Mark Henry.” Before Seth could reply, there was a knock on his door, and Dr. Shu, his surgeon, came in. Dean excused himself again. Seth hoped he wouldn't come back with yet another cart full of gifts. Dr. Shu told Seth his surgery had gone very well, and he would be using crutches first thing tomorrow, and that he would have been using them tonight if he hadn't had a shot of morphine. Right then, walking on crutches didn't even seem like a remote possibility to Seth. After Dr. Shu left, Matt came in with an in-room dining menu. “You can order your dinner from here by calling the number on the front, or your friend can bring you whatever you'd like from the outside.” Seth thanked him, and Dean came back as Seth was looking at the menu. He knew he should eat, he hadn't since dinner last night, but he wasn't hungry. “Did you want me to get you some takeout?” Dean asked, and sat down in the chair beside Seth's bed. “I'm not hungry.” Seth set the menu on his table. “You need to eat something, though. Dude wouldn't have brought that to you if they didn't want you to eat something.” “True,” Seth sighed. He tried picking the menu back up, but drugged, he could not. Dean picked it up instead. “Wow, they've got practically everything!” What are you in the mood for? If it's not on here, I'll go get it.” “No, honey, you don't have to do that. I just want something small.” “Soup and a sandwich?” Dean asked. “Yeah, that sounds good. Tomato and grilled cheese.” Dean searched the menu. “They've got it!” He exclaimed triumphantly. “Comfort food. I'll get the same.” “Will you call the number on the front?” Seth asked. “My brain isn't...” “I've got it handled.” Dean picked up the room phone. He ordered their trays, adding milk, coffee, and chocolate cake to the agreed upon tomato soup and grilled cheese, but Seth didn't object, it sounded good. “They should be up in forty-five minutes or less,” Dean told him, after hanging up the phone. “I hope it's less,” Seth said. “I wasn't hungry before, but now I'm so hungry I feel sick all over again.” Dean jumped up and went to the cart of gifts. “There's food in here. Lots of candy, a tin of giant cashews from...Neville...Team Bella sent you four gourmet cupcakes...And Roman sent you this ridiculous chicken-shaped mug, and good old Mrs. Grass.” Seth giggled at the ugly mug. “Let's try the cashews.” Dean opened the decorative tin, and plastic bag within, and extended the tin to Seth while munching one. “These are awesome!” Doped-up Seth nearly upset the tin, so Dean fed him one. As Dean had said, it was awesome. Dean continued to feed him, and Seth started to feel better than he had all day. He caught Dean's hand and kissed the salt and oil from his fingers. “Thank you, honey. I know I said I didn't want anyone here, but I'm really, really happy you're here. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here.” Dean snugged and kissed him. “I'll always be here for you. Do you want some more water?” Seth nodded, and Dean handed him the styrofoam cup. “Thank you.” “Want to look at more gifts?” “No, actually.” “How about a social media update? I did call the boss, let him know your surgery went well, so I'm sure WWE will issue a statement, but you should really do a tweet or something.” “Yeah, I guess I kind of have to. Can you help me?” “Of course.” Just as Dean finished posting updates as Seth, there was a knock at the door, and Matt came in with a young, plump, redheaded nurse's aide. Both of them were carrying dinner trays. “Soup's on, guys,” Matt said, and put Seth's tray on his bed table. “This is Rochelle, one of our certified nursing assistants.” Rochelle handed Dean his tray, and turned her attention to the patient. “Hi, Seth, I'll be your CNA until eleven tonight. Is there anything I can get for you right now?” “More water, please.” He also wanted to piss before dinner, but didn't want to tell her, or any other female for that matter. “Okay, I'll be right back,” Rochelle replied, and left. Matt began pulling the bed table across Seth's lap. “Wait.” Seth blushed. “I want to piss, I mean pee, first.” “I'll get your urinal.” “I'll be right back,” Dean said, and stepped out. Matt drew the curtain around Seth's bed again and handed Seth the necessary. Embarrassed, Seth slipped it under the covers. He found he couldn't piss, despite all of his efforts, his body just seemed to have forgotten how. “I can't go,” he admitted to Matt. “That happens sometimes with pain medication, especially morphine,” Matt explained. “Do you really need to go bad?” “Well, no, I'm just a little uncomfortable, nothing major.” “Okay. Why don't you have dinner, and some water, and I'll come check on you in an hour. Of course, if you need me before then, you can call me. Sound good?” “Yeah, that's cool. Um...what if I still can't go?” “Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be able to, once the morphine wears off. We'll give you a different pain medication next time.” “How long before it wears off?” “Hours yet, but with a full bladder you should be able to go before then,” Matt assured him as he pulled the bed table across Seth's legs. Rochelle reappeared with water and left with Matt. Dean came back in. “You okay?” “I couldn't piss.” Seth drank some water. “The nurse said it was because of the morphine, so they're going to change my pain meds, but I might not be able to piss until it wears off unless-” “Eat, sweetness,” Dean gently interrupted. “Oddly enough, this is really good! Hospital food has gotten a lot better since I was fifteen. That's the last time I was in a hospital.” Seth began to eat. “What for?” “BMX stunt gone wrong. I landed on my face, and my friend was filming it, so the whole thing was caught on tape. We tried to send it in to AFV, but they rejected it on the grounds that it was too gory. I won't go into detail, but I looked like I'd been hit by a bus.” “Damn,” Seth mused. He glanced at his IV drip of saline. It was dripping slowly. He sighed. Dean put down his sandwich and took Seth's hands instead. “What's wrong babe? Can I get you anything?” Seth shook his head. He felt so helpless, and hated himself for it. He wanted to cry again, and hated himself for that, too. Dean sensed his distress, and hugged him tight. Seth winced. “Oops, sorry. Forgot you needed to pee.” Dean loosened his hold. “No, I don't. I just want to, but I can't. I'm so...uncomfortable.” “Do you want me to get your nurse?” “No, honey, he said he'd come check on me in an hour. And, I probably won't even be able to piss then... Fuck, I hate this!” Dean rubbed his shoulders. “Shhh, sweetness. Just relax; stressing out will only slow your recovery.” “I feel like...like I've... Oh, I don't know... I was on top of the world. And I know I've only been here for a day, and I wrecked my knee only a few days a go, but it feels like forever... And the belt, the glory, the glamour, the acme all seems like it happened decades ago.” Seth had never felt more depressed. He slumped in bed. “And, a year's recovery! That may as well be forever!” “It's not a year, it's nine months, babe, tops. And, knowing you, you'll be back in the ring before then.” “Forever,” Seth repeated. “I can't believe this happened to me.” All Dean could do was hug and pat him. Roman, with his recent injury, surgery, and recovery would know best what to say, and Dean made a mental note to text him the next time he stepped out. “Let's focus on right now,” Dean tried, and handed Seth the box of Kleenex. Seth hadn't realized he was crying again until then. “Come on, lunch is getting cold,” Dean coaxed, and Seth resumed eating, feeling detached from himself, Dean his only port in the storm of negative emotions, a save haven, and Seth was so grateful Dean was at his side. That was love. When Matt came back, Seth was more than ready to piss. Dean excused himself again, already busy in his phone texting Roman for help. Despite having to piss so badly he was in pain, Seth was unable to, once again. Matt tried to help him by running water, putting his hands in warm water, and even pressing on his visibly bulging bladder, like his owners sometimes did, but nothing worked, and Seth was a mess of frustrated tears and angry curse words. Matt suggested a break, and there was a knock on the door. Matt went to answer it. “Do you want your friend to come in? He seems pretty concerned. And, he's brought coffee.” Seth nodded, and Matt waved Dean inside. Dean was carrying a drink tray with three large coffees in it. He handed one to Matt, put one on Seth's bed table, and kept the last for himself. “You should drink your coffee,” Dean told Seth. “It's the worst thing for your bladder; at least that's what I heard.” “You heard right,” Matt said. “Drink up, Seth.” Seth refused. “Hell no. I'm not putting any more piss in my bladder...Grrrr...I want the piss out NOW!” “Maybe another position might help. Let's get you sitting up, on the edge of the bed.” Matt suggested. Automatically, Dean set down his coffee and came to help. Seth was crying again. He wondered if he had the courage to just ask for the catheter. Seth was a perched cripple; Dean holding him around the waist from behind, nurse supporting him in front. He was humiliated, and cursed again. “Shhh...” Dean whispered in his ear. “I'm here for you, my love. Everything's going to be okay. Now just relax... Oh my gosh, Seth, I can actually feel your bladder.” “So can I,” Seth sobbed. He heard Matt tell Dean to do something, and suddenly, Dean squeezed Seth tight, pressing his laced-together hands into Seth's bladder. The discomfort was too much to bear, and his body finally gave in. Piss splashed noisily into the bedpan the nurse held. “That's it, Seth, just keep peeing. Dean, you can stop pressing on him, but hold on to him.” Seth was finally pissing on his own. It had never felt better to do so. He was growing shaky, and tired from the relief. He sniffled. Dean snugged him. “Everything is fine, sweetness, don't cry,” he whispered. But, Seth couldn't help it. He was exhausted, not only physically, but also mentally, which was weighing harder on him. He just wanted to go to sleep and wake up a week ago. When Seth finally finished pissing, Matt and Dean settled him back into bed. Matt took his vitals, Dean coaxed him into having some coffee. Matt brought him another cold cloth for his face and asked him if he needed anything else. Seth shook his head, and Matt left, promising to check up on him in a couple hours. Dean giggled. “I'll bet you feel better after that. Matt said that was three times as much as the average guy could hold.” Seth nodded. “Yeah, that was a lot of piss. I still ache from it. Thank you for helping me get it out.” Dean smiled, and they shared a kiss. “I couldn't bear to see you in pain.” “Come here.” Seth patted the bed, and Dean climbed in beside him. They held each other, Seth affectionately stroked Dean's hair, and Dean sighed happily. “You have no idea how worried I was when you were under the knife,” he confessed. “You have no idea how happy I am that you disobeyed my no visitors rule,” Seth responded. “I'm so happy you're here with me, helping me out.” “I want to help you once you're back home, too. With cooking, and laundry, driving, you know, stuff like that,” Dean said, nervously, and Seth was surprised, and pleased, to see him blushing. “I mean, I won't be able to be there when I'm working, but I want to be there for you as much as I can.” “Yes,” Seth said, happily. “I'd love that.”
  4. Back at the party, Seth paused before a mirror in the lobby. He straightened his collar, and walked into the party like he was walking on to a yacht, and right into Kane. “Why, Tyler, I haven't seen you all night.” “It's Seth.” Dr. My-Sack Yankit, the Lita rapist corpse-fucker, he wanted to add, but didn't. “Ambrose and I got locked out on the patio.” Kane laughed. The Bella twins shoved between them, dragging Alicia Fox between them. Foxy was moaning that she was going to throw up. “Morning sickness?” Kane called after them. Seth laughed, and followed Kane to the VIP section. His owners were in a lush, half-moon booth, still enjoying drinks and canapes. “Look who I found,” Kane announced. “Seems some smart ass locked our champ and Mr. Ambrose out on the patio.” “Now who would do that?” Mistress asked no one in particular. Seth answered. “I'm pretty sure it was Bo Dallas, Ma'am. But, I think he was just trying to be funny. You know how he is.” Seth had decided not to ask the Authority to find a reason to fire Bo, since Bo's stunt had facilitated his playtime with Dean. “Indeed,” Mistress replied, dryly. “Little weirdo; I can't wait until his contract expires.” The Authority and Seth laughed, and he and Kane sat down in the booth, too. Seth ordered water from the cocktail waitress. “That...thing is the only one I've ever had to order to wear underwear,” Master sneered, after the waitress left. “You would think something like that would just be common decency, or even common sense, but no, not to Bo.” “Being in the ring with him is truly a disgusting experience,” Seth said. “We try to minimize that,” Kane replied, seriously. “We gave him a stupid gimmick, too. All you have to do is Bo-lieve!” Seth felt good, on the same level with the Authority, but he knew it was just an illusion. He left the party early, to ready the suite for sleep. In his room, Seth stripped out of his dress clothes and buried his face in them; they smelled faintly of Dean's cologne. His underwear was stained with precum and smelled like Dean's piss. He put them in his laundry bag, tucked his again-erect cock into black boxer briefs, and pulled on the orange jail shirt. He turned down the master bed and laid out the robes and a gown for Mistress; Master always slept naked. He put a bottle of water on both nightstands. Then, his phone, which he'd tucked into the waistband of his boxers, vibrated. A text from Dean! Seth's heart pitter-pattered. Just woke up, really need to pee, J's passed out in the bathroom. I'm about to wet my bed! What should I do? Seth looked at the time. Did he dare? It was Dean, hell yeah he dared! He texted back: I'll be right down. You can piss on me. He yanked his dress pants back on and swapped the jail shirt for “Never Shuts Up”. He grabbed his key card and dashed downstairs to Dean's room. He knocked softly, and Dean flung it open, clearly desperate and flustered. “Is Jey really passed out in there?” Seth asked, thumbing at the bathroom door. “Uh-huh,” Dean replied, miserably. “If you listen close, you can hear him snoring. He's been in there forever, and I really gotta pee; I even peed my briefs a little and-” “Honey, it's okay, I'm here now.” Seth kissed him softly before sitting down in the desk chair. “Come here.” Dean, still wearing his damp briefs, climbed into Seth's lap, and Seth instantly heard that distinct hissing noise before feeling Dean's piss soak his crotch again. “Oh, fuck...I'm peeing my briefs...I'm trying...I'm trying to stop...I'm trying...Oh, fuck, I can't stop!” Dean managed to pull down the front of his soaked briefs, and a huge gush of piss drenched Seth's WWE t-shirt. “Sorry, Seth!” “No, it's okay, I love it.” Seth took control of Dean's pissing cock, and aimed it towards his own mouth and let Dean fill it. “Wow, you really are a dirty boy, aren't you?” Seth swallowed, even though he didn't like the spent-alcohol flavor. “Yeah, I'm a dirty little fucker. Filthy in thoughts, words, and deeds.” “I fucking love it!” Dean declared, and kissed Seth right on his pissy mouth before getting up and discarding the wet briefs. “Hey, can I have those?” Seth asked. Dean grinned and handed him the wet underwear. “That's a first, never had anyone ask me for my undies.” “My first time asking for someone's.” “Let me get you some dry clothes.” “It's not necessary.” Dean giggled. “What if someone sees you?” Seth smirked. “I fell in the pool.” Dean handed him a pair of sweats and a wifebeater. “Okay, I'll put the pants on.” Reluctantly, Seth slipped out of the wet things and folded them neatly, with Dean's briefs tucked inside, and pulled on Dean's pants. Dean snugged him. “You're so cute. Thank you for coming by and letting me pee on you.” “Anytime,” Seth said, and gave Dean a quick kiss. “Sweet dreams, bad boy.” “Good night, babe.” Seth ran as fast as he could with a hard on all the way back to the presidential suite, hoping his owners had not beat him there. If they had, he would have some explaining to do. Luckily, the suite was still empty when he arrived. He didn't know how much time he had left, though. He hid the bundle of wet clothes under his bed and traded Dean's sweats for his uniform. He put his dog tags on and went to the sitting room to wait. He couldn't stop thinking about Dean. It dawned on him that for the first time in years that he had a crush! It seemed stupid, not to mention juvenile, but the feelings were the same. Just to think of Dean made his face red, his heart throb, and the butterflies flutter in his belly. He could smell Dean's piss on his skin, a primal, erotic thing, and he got hard. He awoke to the voices of his owners. Master's somewhat sarcastic: “Awww, look.” Mistress's somewhat tender: “Poor Sethie, he must be exhausted.” Seth couldn't believe he'd fallen asleep on the floor of the sitting room. Quickly, he got on his knees. “I'm sorry Sir, Ma'am.” He stifled a yawn. “You're good, Seth,” Master said, and patted him, then drew away, and looked down upon him with suspicion. “You smell like piss.” Seth reddened. He had no idea what to say. His tired mind frantically scrambled for an excuse, or even a response, but he couldn't come up with one. He began to get scared. Mistress sniffed. “Oh yeah he does. Did you have an accident, Sethie?” Seth was relieved, Mistress had made the excuse for him. Feigning shame, he nodded. “Oh jeez,” Master shook his head. “You're almost thirty years old, what's wrong with you? Well?” He prodded, when Seth didn't reply. “I tried to hit the men's on my way out of the party, but there was a line. Then, I accidentally left the elevator on the wrong floor, but I thought it was the right floor, so I got lost trying to find the room,” Seth lied, in his meekest voice. “Stupid Seth,” Master laughed. “I think you must be bleaching your brain along with that streak in your hair.” Mistress laughed, too, then remembered the internet. “How many people saw you?” “No one...Well, I passed by some people, and there were the people in the elevator, which is how I ended up getting out on the wrong floor, but that was all before I pissed my pants.” “No one saw you afterwards?” She asked. “No, I was already in here when it happened.” “Whew, thank goodness. Thought for a moment we had another scandal on our hands,” Mistress said, visibly relieved. Seth blushed, since he'd already caused one this year with his naked pictures. “And you didn't even have the sense or decency to take a shower.” Master shook his head. “I didn't know when you were coming back,” Seth said. “I wanted to make sure you didn't need anything right away.” “Did you at least clean up your puddle?” Mistress asked. “Yes, Ma'am.” “You didn't wet the carpet?” “No, Ma'am, I was in the bathroom when it happened.” Mistress was apparently satisfied, and went into the master bedroom, but Master lingered. “So let me see,” Master began. “You made it all the way to the bathroom and you still couldn't use it properly?” Seth was hating this, elaborating a lie he might have to remember later. “I couldn't hold it.” “Stupid Seth, don't you have an ounce of self-control?” “Yes, Sir, I do.” Master unhooked his belt, and pulled it from his dress pants. “Go to your room, Seth.” He folded the belt in half, and cracked it. Seth obeyed. He knew Master was going to whip him for “having an accident”, but it was worth it. He would suffer a thousand lashings with Master's belt and tell the biggest lies if it meant he could play with Dean again. Seth realized his room smelled like Dean's piss, too, from the clothes he'd thrown under the bed. He hoped Master wouldn't notice, but of course he did. “Your room smells like piss, too. Didn't you say you cleaned up? Did you lie to me and my wife, Seth?” “Yes, Sir, I cleaned up, but I forgot to rinse my clothes. I'm sorry, Sir.” “Strip, and get into position four. Time to punish you for your accident.” Master ordered. Master had already stripped, down to “manties”, this time a purple and pink zebra-striped thong. Seth took off his uniform and bent over, holding his ankles. It was going to hurt, he knew, Master never fooled around when it came to giving his pet the belt, but he guessed he deserved it; he was a dirty boy, even if he hadn't had an accident. Master whipped him with the belt five times, hard. It wasn't the worst Master had ever whipped him, but Seth knew he would still have welts, and would have to be careful changing in the locker room. “Go rinse out your clothes immediately, and air out this room,” Master ordered. “Sometimes I wonder how you got as far as you have without someone keeping you in check.” “Yes, Sir,” Seth said, dutifully, ass still aflame. “I don't ever want to come upon a mess like this from you again, understood?” “Yes, Sir.” “Wake us up tomorrow at ten.” “Yes, Sir.” “Good night, pet.” “Good night, Sir.” Finally, Master left, and a wave of relief washed over Seth. He'd pulled it off, he'd done dirty deeds with Dean, and no one was the wiser. He laughed at his own pun, and pulled the pile of wet clothes out from under his bed. He found Dean's briefs, and pressed them to his face, feeling the cool dampness and smelling his scent. Seth placed them under his pillow, and went to rinse the rest of his clothes and hang them on the shower curtain rod. He inspected the welts on his ass, one for every lashing, but none were bleeding. Satisfied with his day, he went to bed and curled up with Dean's briefs. He couldn't wait to see him again. He hoped to see him in his dreams.
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