Roman wasn't really sure how he should have reacted when he figured out that Virgil was into holding.

He wasn't surprised, and a lot of things started to make some more sense, like how he liked to hold just a little longer than necessary, how he'd just barely make it to the toilets, how he'd guzzle down his soda at the start of any movie they went to go see and then hold it throughout the entirety of the film-

Yes, he should have figured it out sooner. But now that he knew, he did have many plans in mind for his lover, and in the process, he'd be able to see if it was something he was into as well. He didn't think he'd like seeing his boyfriend in discomfort and pain at first, but hot damn the way he squirmed-

After a few times they had talked more in depth about what he liked, and discussed certain scenarios he'd want to be in.

And that's how Roman came up with the idea of tying Virgil to a chair while he was desperate and tickling him until he wet himself.

Some people may call him twisted, and he felt every bit of it because he was actually excited about it, and since he knew that this was one of Virgil's fantasies he didn't really feel all that bad for wanting to participate.

So, one night, he decided to take his lover by surprise. He turned on a movie, and sat Virgil down on his lap, straddling him, "drink up, baby" he muttered, pressing play as he handed Virgil a large drink.

Roman asked if Virgil was okay with this, and he nodded with a smile, getting excited because holy hell Roman wasn't disgusted by this the first few times, and wanted to come and try it out again. Little did Virgil know, the night was going to get way more exciting.

Virgil took constant sips from his soda throughout the movie, and Roman had plenty of liquid to refill it with.

Halfway through the movie, Roman began to feel the squirming on his lap. Perfect. He wrapped his arms around Virgil's waist, and rested his hands on his lower stomach, applying slight pressure.

Virgil sat up a little straighter, breath hitching as his legs tightened together slightly.

Roman smirked whispering taunts in his boyfriend's ear. Virgil tensed up, shivers running up and down his spine as Roman's hot breath ran down his neck.

He tried to focus on the movie, and not on the fact that he had to pee so bad, and his boyfriend knew, and was again, refiling his cup. Slowly, teasingly. He gave Virgil his cup back, watching him as he took slow, shaky sips.

The movie was just background noise at this point, and Virgil was praying for its ending. He couldn't pay attention, he was squirming, writhing against his jeans. He felt full to bursting, yet still continued to drink. He felt Roman applying more pressure to his bulging bladder, making him moan and flinch back.

"Feeling full, storm cloud?" Roman asked, and Virgil knew that low, seductive tone. Roman was so into this, and that made Virgil feel a whole lot better, because Roman wasn't just doing this because Virgil wanted to.

"I love feeling you squirm.."

Virgil began to squirm a little more freely after that news was given. He began to drink his soda more frequently, and began to actually hold himself. He had felt embarrassed earlier, but now he could just enjoy the whole thing.

The film ended half an hour later, and in that amount of time, there were many whimpers, tons of leaning forward, rocking back an forth, and a lot of crossing and uncrossing of his legs.

Roman turned the movie off, whispered for Virgil to get up, and went to turn on the light.

He turned to his desperate boyfriend, who looked like he wasn't even going to make it three steps, looked him in the eyes and asked, "do you trust me?"

"W-what?" Virgil asked, looks of worry, excitement, and suspicion crossing his gaze.

"Do you trust me?" he held his hand out.

"..Yes..?" Virgil said slowly, taking his hand and being lead to their bedroom. Roman had prepared beforehand, turning the light on and grabbing a blindfold.

"Put this on" he demanded, using that rough voice that he knew Virgil loved, "and once you're done, i'll guide you."

Now Virgil was getting really excited, though he still had nerves settling down into his stomach. What was Roman doing?

He quickly put the blindfold on, and heard Roman rummaging around, placing something in the middle of the room, "alright.." Roman said, grabbing Virgil's shaking, nervous hands and leading him to sit down in a chair he'd placed onto their floor.

"Sit still, baby" he said, grabbing what he had been rummaging around for earlier, and using it to tie Virgil's wrists to the arms of the wooden chair. Then tying his legs to it also. He pried Virgil's quaking thighs apart and tied them away from each other.

Roman took off Virgil's blindfold, watching as his eyes adjusted to the light, looking to see how Roman had tied him up to one of the IKEA chairs they'd procrastinated putting together for four months.

"What-what are we doing..?" He asked quietly.

"Quiet down, darling" Roman smirked.

Virgil shut his mouth and looked at his boyfriend.

"Good boy" he smirked.

Virgil pulled his wrists, gasping at how tight his restraints were.

Roman laughed, "yeah, you're not getting out of this one butter cup.." he broke out of character for a brief moment, pressing a gentle kiss to Virgil's forehead, before asking, "are you okay to continue? Is this what you want?"

And gosh, Virgil had never wanted anything more in his entire life, but he was too stunned to speak, so just gave a faint nod.

"Baby, I need a verbal response..I want you to feel safe.."

"Yes, please! I want this so bad!!" Virgil exclaimed, his eyes dark and begging. He was so desperate and he had no idea how long he'd last, he just wanted Roman to do what he was going to do, and he wanted it so, so bad.

Roman smirked, "alright...remember, color system."

Virgil agreed, and Roman began explaining what he was going to do.

"Alright, Kitten.." Roman began, "We've discussed this before..though, perhaps instead of telling you what's going to happen, i'll just show you?"

Virgil nodded, eyes wide.

Roman got down to his knees, pulling up Virgil's shirt, exposing his full, bulging bladder. He ran his fingers tenderly up and down his lower stomach, making Virgil gasp.

Roman began to tickle him gently and teasingly, making Virgil jump and shudder. He made a noise that Roman had only ever heard before when he hit that spot when they were doing anal-it was glorious.

Virgil was so, so aroused. This whole experience was amazing, he loved how full he felt, how much it hurt, how it felt like he was going to spill over any minute.

Though, he began to leak, which made Roman stop tickling.

He glared at his lover, "did I forget to mention? Oh-I must have. You will not wet yourself" he growled, you will be a good boy. Surely, you're not so weak that you can't hold it in?! You think you have to pee now?" Roman laughed, "when i'm done with you, you'll be begging for release. Now, open your mouth" Roman demanded.

Virgil froze up at Roman's tone, but shaking himself out of it and immediately doing as he said. Virgil had never had to pee so bad in his life, and Roman was going to make it worse? Virgil felt so aroused. He loved when Roman talked to him like that.

Roman grabbed a glass of water, "every time you leak, you will drink more water. Mayne this will help train you to be able to hold it longer."

"Yes, master" Virgil said automatically, voice shaking as Roman forced the water down his throat.

Not being able to squeeze his thighs together was so horribly uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but continue to let out small, frequent leaks that made Roman tickle him ever so slightly harder, and force more water into him.

Miraculously, Virgil managed not to leak for about five minutes, just moaning and shifting as the tickle torture continued.

Virgil knew he'd have to beg if he wanted any kind of relief, but he didn't want to end their fun so early.

Still, Roman's teasing fingers ran smoothly across Virgil's tender stomach, making his breath catch in his throat as he tried desperately to hold back any leaks.

His eyes widened as a huge spurt left him, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold it.

"Roman!" He exclaimed, "please, please, may I go? I have to go so bad-I can't, I can't, I just can't, it hurts so, so bad! Please!" His eyes watered in pain, and he shut them tightly as another leak came out.

"Are you going to make a mess of yourself? After such little time?" He scoffed, "pathetic. You know, I really had more faith in you. No. You will not go until I say so."

Virgil saw worry in Roman's eyes, and knew he was going to ask for the color, so rasped out, "g-green..."

Roman nodded, continuing.

"Come on, let me hear your noises...I know how badly you must have to go..goodness, you look so full, full to bursting and you're still holding on, just for me? Such a good little pet..." Roman's fingers continued to run up and down underneath Virgil's shirt, tickling in all the sensitive places that he knew would make his liger tick.

"I-master, I-I can't hold on, I'm sorry..." Virgil said, tears in his eyes.

"Well then. If you're going to disobey me..if you're going to disappoint me, than go on. Be a bad boy, a bad little pet, and make a mess of my floors, make a mess of yourself. Go on, do it."

Virgil didn't know how to feel about what felt like passive aggressive permission. He actually kinda liked it, it made him feel like he was being naughty, like he was actually being disobedient..and it gave him a thrill.

His heart rate sped up as Roman pushed down on the bulge that had become his bladder, "I can't hold it!" He cried, his bright blue jeans quickly turning dark as warmth spread between his thighs.

He slumped against the chair, relaxing as his stream gained strength. There was no use in trying anymore, it was way beyond his control. He closed his eyes as tears of relief slipped from his eyes, "oh my gosh, i'm so sorry-I-I jus-just couldn't hold on any longer!"

Roman watched in excitement and interest, Virgil looked so hot sitting there, losing control, begging for forgiveness. He watched as the warm liquid pooled below Virgil's ass, before soaking into his jeans.

The renewing piss that kept flowing and flowing began to saturate his jeans beyond the point where they couldn't soak liquid up anymore, and his mess began to drip off of the chair, creating a large puddle beneath him as more and more came out of him.

It felt so good, but he still had so much more in him, the release was addictive and he just wanted it out. He shifted to get into a better position, and began to forcefully spray everything he had left into his jeans, making his crotch glisten.

Roman watched silently, Virgil's quiet moans making him hard. He kept going and going, until his stream just tampered off. Virgil threw his head back, and sighed, breathing heavily in ecstasy. It felt so good...

And by then, the act was more than over, but Roman tried to keep up, and said "Well then. I suppose you need a punishment. I warned you not to make a mess, look at my floors. Now you have to sit in the mess you've made, I truly hope you're happy, pet."

Roman left the room as Virgil's piss began to grow cold. He left him ties up for a bit, Virgil's sore bladder catching up as it began to produce after-pee leaks. He came back with cleaning supplies and scissors.

First, he cut Virgil free, and he stood up. He cringed as the cold, sticky liquid ran down his legs and made an even bigger mess on the floor.

Roman kissed Virgil passionately, "I began a shower for you, the water should be warmed up by now, my love. It's quite late..why don't you wash up and we can head to bed for some cuddles? Leave your clothes in the sink, i'll grab them, darling."

"Are you sure? I can help clean up-"

Roman cut him off, "but you are storm-cloud, you're cleaning up yourself. Now, go on, take your time, i'll be in there soon."

So Virgil ran along to the shower, and Roman stayed behind to clean up the mess. First he cleaned the chair and the floor. He quickly mopped the spots, then tossed Virgil's clothes in the wash.

He got out some loose comfy pj's for his lover and then joined him in the shower.

Roman was still trying to figure out the best method for after care, though what they were doing in that moment seemed to 🐝 pretty right.

Roman helped washed Virgil, and Virgil helped Roman with his *cough* hardened long schlong.

As promised, when they finished, Virgil was met with warm pj's and cuddles, and that was the best night he'd ever had.

A/n: Writing this was great!

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