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“Are you jealous?”
Pyro looks up from the stone they’re mining at Avid, who grins smugly. He tries to keep his voice neutral when he responds. “What do you mean?”
Avid leans over his pickax, looking up at Pyro with his fangs visible in his smile. “Are you jealous that Scott is paying so much attention to me?” he coos.
The sting of Avid’s words does make something prickle in the back of their mind but- “I don’t care that Sire is paying attention to you. I’m just making myself useful.” Pyro turns back to his work.
Avid makes an indignant noise- Pyro tries not to think about what the noise reminds them of- and starts mining next to them.
“I bet I can be more useful than you,” Avid says.
Pyro pauses for just a moment, then hisses at Avid, just to express his displeasure.
“No, I’m serious!” Avid says. “Let’s have a competition.”
Pyro looks up at him. “What kind of competition?”
Avid looks a little surprised for a moment. “Let’s just say whoever stops gathering stuff first loses?”
Pyro considers for a moment. If nothing else, they’ll both be productive. “Sure,” they agree.
Avid is far too enthusiastic about this, in Pyro’s opinion. Maybe they should be more enthusiastic about helping Sire too. After all, Sire has been cooing over Avid a bit, what with Avid’s bold and enthusiastic praise. Pyro needs to show Sire that they’re worth the attention too.
They mine. They mine for a long time. Pyro needs to pee, just a bit, but at this point their competitive side is determined not to back out before Avid does. Pyro can see dusk light filtering in from the mouth of the cave.
Avid takes a step back from the stone.
“You giving up?” Pyro asks. In truth, he doesn’t expect that to be the case.
“No way!” Avid responds, indignant. “Since it’s not day time anymore, I’m going to gather wood.”
“Well, then I should come with you to make sure you’re not just slacking off out there,” Pyro says.
Avid gives a frustrated hiss and presses his thighs together. It sets something off in Pyro’s brain immediately. Avid has to go too. He recognizes it, despite having only seen it a few times. The image of Avid desperate to piss is burned in their mind.
“Fine,” Avid agrees.
They make their way out of the cave, Avid walking ahead of Pyro. Pyro isn’t sure what this competition will turn into- or what he wants it to turn into. An image flashes in his brain of Avid wetting himself, something they haven’t actually gotten to see yet.
Pyro shakes himself to dislodge the thought as they come to a part of the woods where trees have been felled by Owen for easier collection. They can’t let themself think too hard about these things, not here, not now. As he starts to collect wood from the felled trees, though, he can’t help but wonder how long it will take for Avid to admit that he needs to go.
Will Avid give up on the competition? Will he ask Pyro for a break in the competition so he can go? If Pyro doesn’t agree, will he whine and complain that he can’t hold it much longer?
Pyro’s diamond ax- a gift from Sire- sticks in a log at an odd angle. They brace their boot against the log to gain leverage in removing it. The motion reminds him that Avid isn’t the only one who has to piss. A twinge of regret passes through their mind- If they hadn’t gorged themself on animals earlier, they probably wouldn’t have to go at all. Sire had told them… How had he put it?
Only your own greed can put you in this position now. At this stage, if they don’t drink too much, they won’t have to go. Only drinking what they need would mean they never have to go again. Pyro can’t deny that he was thinking about how good being desperate for Sire feels when he was drinking his last few bottles of blood.
They glance over at Avid, who seems unaffected aside from a slight pause to press his thighs together. Hopefully, Avid won’t last too long…
Pyro is going crazy. He’s watching Avid out of the corner of his eye as they both work away at splitting logs in to planks. Avid is squirming, occasionally stopping to cross his legs. Pyro even caught a glimpse of him with a hand between his thighs when he thought they weren’t looking.
Despite all the squirming though, Avid never pauses in his work for long enough that Pyro feels he can call it out without seeming overeager. Pyro, on the other hand, feels like they’re going to burst if they don’t get out of here soon. He didn’t expect the urge to grow this quickly, and he can’t stop shifting from foot to foot in a humiliating little dance.
Avid looks up, and Pyro tries his best to stand still, but just can’t manage it.
“Do you need a break, Pyro?” Avid asks in a familiar tone- is he trying to mimic Sire? Pyro can’t think clearly enough to call him out on it.
“No,” they snap. He splits another log, though his bladder protests the way he has to bend at the waist to do so.
Avid shifts his weight as he does the same. One of his hands comes off his ax for a moment, twitches toward his crotch. “C’mon, you obviously gotta pee,” Avid responds, though his attempt at a smug tone is weakened by a slight crack in his voice.
“So do you,” Pyro shoots back, cringing at the breathyness of their own voice.
Avid does grab himself this time, granting Pyro a bit more hope that Avid will back down first. “I can hold it.”
Pyro looks up at him for a moment. Avid takes his hand off himself and splits another log, though a small whimper escapes him as he does so. It would’ve been inaudible to Pyro if it weren’t for his vampiric senses. Pyro squeezes himself for just a second too.
They want to see Avid wet himself. The thought is so arousing- and Avid’s already seen Pyro wet themself, so it’s only fair, really.
A new thought crosses his mind. Avid is near enough to a line of unfelled trees that it wouldn’t be too hard to just…
They move closer to Avid, hoping it’s subtle enough. Pyro splits another log. Avid doesn’t look up at him. Pyro takes their chance.
In as smooth of a motion as possible, he pushes Avid up against the trunk of a tree, pinning him in place.
Avid yelps, squirming under Pyro’s weight. “Th-This isn’t-” Avid stammers.
“You won’t hold it longer than me,” Pyro interrupts. They try to ignore the tremor in their voice.
Avid whimpers, pressing his legs together tightly. Pyro wants to do the same, but more than that he wants to see Avid lose control. They press their knee between Avid’s thighs.
“C-come on, Avid,” Pyro whispers. Their own bladder throbs angrily at the position, but the way Avid’s thighs squeeze his leg is getting to them. He can’t help but imagine pressing his dick between Avid’s thighs, fucking Avid’s hole while Avid pisses all over him just like he had on Owen.
“N-ngh, Pyro, no- I- I can’t hold it much longer,” Avid whines. He’s practically grinding down on Pyro’s thigh.
Pyro shifts his weight around, partially to keep Avid pinned and partially to soothe his own need. They slip a hand down to Avid’s lower abdomen and press down. The resistance of Avid’s- usually quite soft- body is telling.
More telling, though, is the high keen that Avid lets out at the pressure.
“Come on,” Pyro tries to coax, but his own tone is almost matching Avid’s whines. “Come on, piss yourself.”
“F-fuck, Pyro,” Avid murmurs.
Pyro presses a little harder, and- there it is, a burst of hot wetness against Pyro’s leg. Avid moans, the leak stopping for a moment, then increasing in strength. Pyro can hardly think. Avid is pissing himself on them. Avid starts grinding down as the wetness spreads rapidly.
It’s so hot that Pyro can barely focus on anything else. His own bladder screams at the sight and sound of Avid pissing, but Pyro can almost ignore it. They lean in and catch Avid’s lips in a heated kiss. Avid moans into his mouth, his hands going up to tangle in Pyro’s fluffy hair.
Pyro starts grinding against Avid, and they’re hard enough that the pressure it puts on their bladder is just white-hot flashes of pleasure. It’s so good, almost too good. He’s already close and then-
“Pyro.” Sire’s sharp voice cuts through the haze of pleasure.
Pyro pulls back from Avid’s lips, gasping slightly from shock.
Sire stares them down. He doesn’t even have to say anything.
Pyro removes himself from Avid and kneels at Sire’s feet. The new position makes his bladder feel like its being crushed. They need to go so badly. “I-I’m so sorry, Sire,” Pyro stutters. He knows the rules, he needs Sire’s permission to pleasure himself, and clearly that applies to grinding against someone too.
“Did you make Avid piss himself?” Sire asks, voice scarily calm.
“Yes, Sire. I’m sorry, Sire,” Pyro responds, unable to keep his tone from wavering. They’re going to wet themself if they maintain this position.
Sire yanks Pyro’s hair, forcing him to look up and make eye contact. “I don’t recall giving you permission to do something so filthy. I like my toys to stay clean unless I’m the one having them get dirty,” he says.
Pyro’s dick throbs in his pants. “I- I’m so sorry, Sire,” they whine.
Sire clicks his tongue at him. “Sorry isn’t enough for this, pet.”
Pyro feels a leak escape into their pants. “Sire-”
“Hold it,” Sire commands.
Pyro moans. The command seeps into his brain, muffling all his other thoughts and forcing his body to comply.
Sire presses his boot to Pyro’s crotch for a moment, then looks over at Avid.
“Are you empty, Avid?” Sire asks.
Avid makes a squeaky little sound before answering. “Y-yeah.”
“That’s a shame, I’d hoped to fill Pyro up a little more.”
The thought is intoxicating. Their body had already been trying to give in and force all their piss out. The idea of forcing even more into their bladder with no way of releasing until Sire allowed it? It’s so much. For a moment he worries he’ll cum in his pants just from the thought and the pressure, but then Sire gives him a knowing look.
Sire must have made sure the command held that meaning as well. Neither kind of release will be permitted until Sire releases the command.
“Come on then, both of you,” Sire says. He turns and starts to lead the way back to the castle.
Pyro moans as they stand, legs shaking and bladder throbbing with the restricted urge to empty. Each step sends shocks through his bladder, the ache making his dick throb in turn. They feel precum smear against their underwear, then against their own skin. There is no chance at relief, just full, desperate, need.
Somehow, Pyro follows Sire all the way back to the castle without breaking into tears at the intensity of his pleasure. Avid tries to catch their attention a few times, smug at what he seems to have decided is a victory for him, but Pyro can’t focus on anything but the fullness of his bladder and the way each step makes it even more intense.
Sire leads the way into the castle, and snaps his fingers at Pyro, pointing them toward the wall near the beacon.
Pyro doesn’t need verbal instructions, they just move to stand as straight as they can next to it.
“Avid, go clean yourself up. You can do whatever you want after that,” Sire says.
Pyro whines quietly.
Avid scurries off quickly.
“Alright, pet,” Sire says, finally turning back to look at them. “What should I do with you?”
Pyro knows better than to respond.
“Of course, I could just leave you to stand here, all desperate and filthy. I bet Owen would love to fuck you right now too.”
Pyro shivers at the thought. Owen inside of him while his bladder is so achingly full with no chance at relief, just using them as a toy.
“Though, I’m sure he’d love to see you piss yourself too. Maybe he’d have some to give you too. He always loves to make you drink his piss.”
Pyro moans.
“You seem to like that idea a little too much though, pet. This is supposed to be a punishment, after all.” Sire hums a little in thought.
Pyro trembles.
“I know,” Sire says. “I’ll just bring Owen to watch you cum and piss yourself. That’s it. Just you humiliating yourself for us.”
Pyro whines quietly, pressing their legs together and squirming. Sire walks away, and Pyro’s shaking legs give out underneath him. He can’t handle the pressure. It’s so intense, and so, so hot.
For what feels like an eternity, they sit there squirming with no chance at relief. Finally, Sire comes back with Owen trailing behind him.
Owen grins as soon as he sees Pyro. “A beautiful show indeed,” Owen purrs.
“See, I told you,” Sire agrees. “So cute and pathetic.”
“S-Sire,” Pyro whines.
“You want relief, pet?” Sire asks.
“Yes, Sire. Please, Sire.” Pyro’s dick throbs just from the little hum of acknowledgment Sire gives.
“Cum in your pants for me.”
It isn’t what Pyro expected, but he has no way of fighting the command. White-hot pleasure rips through them, and they moan loudly as cum dampens the fabric of their pants. The pleasure mixes intoxicatingly with pain as his bladder throbs from the force of his orgasm.
“Good boy,” Sire coos, though Pyro barely hears it.
He can’t hold back the whines and moans. They can’t even think.
“I could just leave you here, pet,” Sire says, and that cuts through the haze enough for Pyro to respond.
“P-Please, Sire. Please,” he whines.
“Use your words, slut.” Owen’s harsher tone cuts in.
Shame simmers in Pyro’s chest, but they need so badly that they can’t hesitate. “Please let me piss myself, Sire. Please, I need to go so badly.”
“That’s so cute, pet. You don’t even want to be allowed to go somewhere proper, just your own pants?”
They all know that isn’t an option.
“P-please, Sire. I-I wanna piss myself for you so badly, please,” Pyro begs.
“What do you think, Owen?” Sire asks.
Owen moves over to Pyro and prods at their bladder with the tip of his shoe. Pyro yelps at the sharp increase in pressure, then moans a little at the way it makes his dick throb.
“He’s so pathetic. Filthy with Avid’s piss already, and just begging to wet himself…” Owen’s voice is nearly a snarl, and it makes Pyro feel dirty.
“Such a pathetic little toy,” Sire agrees.
“Make him piss himself.”
A sharp, satisfied grin spreads across Sire’s face. “You heard him, pet. Piss yourself.”
The release is instant. Piss gushes out of Pyro faster than they thought was possible, and they moan loudly as the painful-pleasureful ache eases. His pants soak through quickly, and piss starts pooling around him, and the relief. Stars, the relief. It washes over him in waves, each one like he’s cumming all over again. The feeling is unlike any other. It feels like ages before the flow even starts to taper off.
When it’s finally over, Pyro slumps in his puddle, bracing himself against the floor. His hands hit the wet warmth, and he can’t help but let out another little moan.
“You’re disgusting, Pyro,” Owen growls.
Despite their exhaustion, Owen’s tone makes Pyro’s dick twitch a little.
“Really, do you even realize what just made you moan? You put your hand in a puddle of your own piss, and that made you moan.” Owen’s words are harsh, but the heat behind them is all arousal. “I’d fuck you, but that would just make me filthy from all the piss you drenched yourself in.”
“Such a shame, really,” Sire adds. “You’d be a perfectly good toy to fuck if you weren’t so disgusting.”
Pyro feels tears of shame prick at the corners of their eyes. “I’m sorry, Sire.”
Sire’s gaze softens, just a little. “Well, pet, I think you’ve learned your lesson, hm?”
“Y-yes, Sire!” Pyro responds quickly.
“How about we get you cleaned up, and then if you’re nice and patient for us we can fuck you.”
“Yes. Please, Sire.”