Logan raised a brow, his eyes glancing up from his book for a while to take a good look at his boyfriend. He was twitching and rocking back and forth, completely captivated by the fidget toy he was playing with.

He had noticed his anxious boyfriend moving around and fidgeting a lot more then he usually would. It was worrying at first, he wondered if he was having anxiety about something that happened five years ago, or if he was having a silent panic attack.

Though, upon further inspection, and the fact that Virgil kept on grabbing himself, lead Logan to the conclusion that his boyfriend was in need of the restroom. And by the looks of it, it was beginning to get very dire.

Logan wondered why Virgil wasn't just going..perhaps he was nervous? Distracted?

Perhaps he just wasn't realizing it, but by the looks of it, and his facial expressions, he knew fully well what he was doing.

Logan felt awkward having to remind his boyfriend that he had to go to the bathroom, but Virgil thankfully saved him from having to have that awkward conversation, because with wide eyes, he bolted upright and sprinted to the bathroom.

Logan was confused, but said nothing upon his boyfriend's return, pretending he was simply captivated by his book throughout the entire experience.

Though that was only the first time he'd seen that happen with Virgil. It happened very often. After a while, Logan was starting to suspect that Virgil enjoyed holding it, and overestimated how long he could hold it, so had to rush last minute.

Logan remembered another instance, where they were supposed to go out with some friends to shop at a mall. At that point in there relationship, Logan was silently aware of Virgil's odd bathroom habits. So, he had noticed that Virgil had been holding before they left and hadn't gone beforehand either.

Logan watched his boyfriend out of the corner of his eye as he drove, giving most of his attention to the road then to Virgil though.

Logan was especially confused. Virgil must've been testing new limits-surely, he wouldn't do it in public? He got way too nervous in social settings to just slip away to the bathroom.

Logan noted this, and decided to keep a close eye on Virgil.

Long story short, About an hour into their little get together at the mall to do dumb college teen stuff, Virgil was dying to go the the bathroom, and Logan was picking up more signs.

But then he saw the face.

The face that Virgil made every time before rushing off to the bathroom, barely making it each time. But this time he didn't. He just stood there, panicking as he glanced between his friends. Just as Logan suspected, he was too nervous to ask if they could stop nearby the restroom.

So, Logan stepped in quickly, and said, "well, me and Virgil have to go and do something really quickly. We'll meet you down by that ice cream shop, you guys can go ahead."

And with that, and grabbed Virgil's hand and rushed off to a nearby store, leaving some confused friends at the way they had suddenly left.

Logan quickly lead his squirming boyfriend to the restrooms, though feared he was too late as Virgil stopped in his tracks a few steps away from the restroom, cried out, buried his hands in his crotch, and began to whisper "no no no no..."

Logan saw a dark wet patch slowly form on Virgil's jeans. Virgil cut off his stream, then darted towards a stall in the small restroom. He tugged ofd his pants after slamming the door shut and locking it, pissing full force before he fully even was able to aim.

He quickly pointed towards the toilet bowl, throwing his head back as his shoulders dropped, and he relaxed. He sighed deeply, his bladder deflating. He felt so relieved.

Logan was outside the stall, more awkwardly than casually leaning against the wall, listening to Virgil's quiet moans and 'oh god' exclamations.

When Virgil finally finished, he realized how humiliating this whole situation was. He pulled his pants up and saw the very obvious wet stain on the crotch of his jeans. He sighed, flushing the toilet, taking his hoodie ofd and wrapping it around his waist.

He exited the stall with a bright pink hue on his cheeks, obviously beyond embarrassed at the little situation that had just happened.

Logan wasn't sure weather to confront him or not, especially in this public setting, so he simply said, "we will talk about this.." he gestured to Virgil's wet patch he was trying to hide, "when we get home."

Virgil blushed, dreading the conversation as he washed his hands and they got back to the rest of the group.

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The ride home was silent and awkward, Logan had turned the radio off, mentally preparing for the confrontation he was about to have with Virgil. His lover was in no better position, basically biting his fingers off in a fit of anxiety, wondering what lies he could tell to his boyfriend later.

Gosh, he shouldn't have done all this. He shouldn't have let it get that far-his boyfriend was going to find out that he was aroused by piss, and he was going to think he was disgusting.

Logan pulled into the driveway, and slowly, Virgil exited the car, following slowly behind his boyfriend as he fumbled for the keys.

Logan closed the door, and with no emotional tact, bit the bullet and asked, "Virgil, what the hell?"

He didn't fully know how to respond, and opened his mouth, but no words would come out, so Logan elaborated.

"I've noticed this happen many, many times before. At first, I just thought you got distracted easily, or that you didnt realize until it was too late, but i've been noticing the signs-what you do. It's like you're holding it for fun, doing it on purpose" Logan began, "just tell me what's going on, i'm worried babe, worried that you're hurting yourself with this. There are so many long term effects to holding-"

Virgil cut him off, "Logan, it's nothing, i'm fine!" He snapped, beginning to get defensive over it. He was beyond the point of humiliation, and was stunned that he'd actually let this happen. Virgil hated confrontation, especially over something so private and taboo as a piss kink.

"Virgil, no! I can't simply let this go, it happens too often! I need to know what's going on, and I don't want to bicker back and forth all night, just tell me what's the matter! It would be beneficial to us both" Logan tried to convince him.

Virgil's eyes filled with panicked tears as he saw their relationship flash before his eyes, "no, no it wouldn't, you're not going to understand-"

"How do you know that?" Logan asked, quickly going up to him, holding his hands and looking him in the eyes, "whatever it is, it's okay, Virgil, really. Please, just explain to me what is going on.." he said with a gentleness Virgil didn't usually hear from his normally stoic boyfriend.

So Virgil took a deep breath, and admitted to his shame, "I...like it.." his cheeks flushed as Logan raised a brow.

"You..like it?" He repeated, not necessarily shocked at the information. It was more as if his theory had been confirmed than anything.

"Yes, it just-it feels so good, and I just love to experiment with it, and-and it's arousing-" he realized what he was saying and pulled away from Logan, "I-gosh, i'm sorry, you're probably so grossed out right now, I can't believe this is happening-"

"Virgil, calm down, my dear. The only thing i'm confused about is why you didn't tell me sooner."

"W-what? You don't think it's gross?"

"Gross? No. Statistically, many people experience this same form of arousal that you do. I just feel that it's an unhealthy habit to get into, as it could lead to long-term damage in your bladder" Logan explained, pushing his glasses up.

"Wait-really?"

"Oh, yes, it could cause incontinence or UTI's or various infection-"

"No! You dork, I mean you're not going to leave me for this?!"

Logan looked at Virgil in his eyes seriously, "Virgil, if I would leave you over this, than I wouldn't have even been worth having around in the first place. Many people have strange, unusual fetishes and kinks, I want you to understand, that this is okay for you to do. Perhaps now that we know I could try some things out with you..." Logan smirked.

Virgil perked up, "wait really?! Are you sure...?"

"Well of course, perhaps i'll discover something about myself while we do it."

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Logan had a discussion with Virgil about his erotic fantasies. Some of which included being ordered to hold while in the shower..being forced to hold until he wet himself, being bound to something, tortured by water until he couldn't hold it anymore, or begging for permission to use the bathroom, but denied every time-

Yeah, Virgil was defiantly a bottom, and was in desperate need of being dominated.

So Logan kept all of this in mind, and decided to indulge Virgil in one of these fantasies. He took into account that another one of Virgil's huge kinks was humiliation in the bedroom.

So, he caught Virgil by surprise one evening. He caught onto Virgil doing his thing, he had been holding all afternoon, and now that it was getting late, he realized Virgil was going to be pushing it soon.

Logan got up, and started kissing Virgil's collarbone, slowly leading up to his neck and eventually, he got to his lips. He Lead Virgil, who had shivers running up and down his spine, to their bedroom. He deepened their kiss, roughly tossing Virgil onto the bed, grabbing his wrists and slamming them onto the headboard above their bed.

He slipped a hand into his pocket, grabbing some zip ties and quickly tying Virgil's wrists above him onto the headboard. He got off of Virgil and stood beside the bed.

Virgil was in complete shock, and now that he had nothing distracting him, it was brought to his attention how completely and utterly desperate he was. He assumed that Logan was trying to have sexy times, and he really didn't want to ruin the moment just because he had to pee, so he just sat there, legs squirming, and rocking his hips subtly.

"What are you doing?" Virgil asked slowly, realizing that by now he would have been darting to the bathroom, probably with a wet patch on his grey sweatpants.

"Oh, I think you're more than smart enough to figure it out" Logan said with a sly smirk, gesturing to Virgil's constant squirming.

"W-what?...is this about.."

"Yes. It is."

And Logan saw the excitement and nervousness flash across Virgil's face, and saw as he bit his lip, "Logan, I-I have to go..."

"Oh, i'm aware. That's why we're doing this.." he said, slowly inching closer to Virgil, who was sprawled out on the bed, arms tied above his head in a tank top and sweat pants, legs tightly crossed together.

He got onto the bed, prying Virgil's thighs apart. He gently sat atop of Virgil's heavy bladder, making Virgil cringe and lean forward. Logan leaned down and whispered into Virgil's ear, "how bad?"

"I-I think i'm going to wet myself..it feels so bad, but it feels so good..i'm so full..gosh, you're putting so much pressure on my bladder and it feels so heavy.."

Logan chuckled, "well, that's good to know." He slowly got off of Virgil, jostling his bladder, making him flinch away and gasp.

"How long to you think you'll be able to hold on for?" Logan questioned.

"Not long-I would have went by now on any other day..it's making me feel so uncomfortable, could I please go to the bathroom?" He asked nervously, "I'm really about to wet myself.."

Logan looked at him, feigning confusion, and asked, "the bathroom? ..Don't you think it would be more fun if you just..went right here?"

Virgil's eyes widened, bladder twitching. Was Logan suggesting..? That he wet himself? He was getting more aroused by the second, and he really wanted to do that.

"If you have to go so bad, then you'll have to make a mess of our bed. You'll wet where you lay."

Virgil was hesitant. He had never wet himself in front of Logan, though he had come close on multiple occasions he felt extremely embarrassed by the thought of it.

His cheeks tinted a dark shade of red, and he shook his head, "Logan, I-I can't...that's so-that's humiliating! I don't even think I could if I tried, i'm way too nervous, and-"

Logan cut him off, putting a finger over his lips.

"If you can't go by yourself, than i'm just going to have to help you out.."

He climbed onto the bed, making sure to move the bed around a lot as he took off his clothes.

"Logan, what are you-"

"We're going to go rough and dirty until you do as I instructed" he said firmly, though as his hands wandered to slip Virgil's sweatpants off, his voice turned to something softer, "color?"

"G-green..keep going, please.." Virgil had to force out. He had to go so bad.

"Good, good baby, now, let's do this..." Logan didn't bother to lube himself up yet, worried that Virgil wouldn't even get past the stretching and prep.

So, Logan gently slipped off the sweatpants, making Virgil's breath hitch in his throat. Logan watched as Virgil's cock twitched and leaked, leaving a stain on the mattress.

Logan cut the zip ties, flipping Virgil over to a different position where he was on his knees, leaning forward with his wrists still above his head. He zip-tied him up again in this new position, and lubed up his fingers, slipping one into his ass.

Virgil moaned, beckoning Logan to add another finger. He continued to stretch, and Virgil felt hot streams of piss leak out of him and dampen their white sheets.

"Logan, I can't hol-hold on much longer!" He said quickly, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Good, good. Now hold still."

Logan quickly lubed up, deeming Virgil stretched enough, and plowed into him, going rough, just as he had promised.

He rocked back and forth, slipping in and out, deeper each time, which lead to constant, thin stream from Virgil, who was still trying to hold everything together.

"C'mon Virgil, you're desperate. You're full, you can barely hold on, just go, make your mess, let me see you so vulnerable, let me see you loose control" he begged.

He slammed into Virgil, and they both moaned loud as hell, before Virgil's body went limp, his muscles relaxed, and his thin stream began to get heavier and quicker, the hissing audible, a huge damp spot forming below him.

Logan pulled out and watched the mess that was Virgil's little accident unfold before him.

He slipped his hand to his hard cock as he watched Virgil loose control.

Watching Virgil squirm and moan and hiss, and just fall apart was so, so erotic, he couldn't help the thick, white strings that shot out of his erect member and piled onto the bedsheets.

Virgil's knees did nothing but dig into his full bladder, making him cry out as he finally, completely and utterly lost it, and gave into the fact that he was wetting the bed while he was awake, and began to think about how erratic this was.

He was being forced to wet himself by his dom, and literally had the piss forced out of him through s.εﾒ.

His bladder was beyond filled, and it took him a while to finish up, and the sheets were thoroughly soaked, and he was honestly worried about the mattress.

"I put a mattress protector on the bed beforehand. I thought ahead" Logan said, as if he'd read Virgil's mind.

"My, my, you certainly had a lot in you. You are soaked..." he muttered, cutting Virgil's ties and letting him fully assess his mess.

Virgil barely cared about that though, because he felt so relieved after being pushed beyond his limits and finally releasing all of that discomfort.

Logan told him to hop in the shower while he cleaned up, and the aftercare consisted of cuddles and movies.

A/n: Guys i'm not good at writing s.εﾒ scenes 💀💀

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