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Alexander tested his restraints idly. An enjoyable addition to their activities. A spreader bar keeping his legs apart. Far enough for him to feel exposed, but not unpleasantly so. Walter had kept him bound and nude for roughly one hour, leaving him to dwell on what they would do today.
The incident from over a week ago still lingered in his mind, the shame of dragging himself towards the bathroom only to falter at the door. It had been a dizzying loss of power, and a moment that he had sought to replicate. Bondage helped, as did Walter’s insistence on forcing him to go at the Salvonian’s pace. On some occasions he would be denied an orgasm, bitterly jerking himself off hours later. When Walter caught wind of that, he started to get increasingly creative, ordering Alexander to hold off even longer.
He relished in it. Hidden moments where he lost control, where some insect completely overtook him and left him a shaking mess. But admitting the truth, that he wanted to feel the utter humiliation of pissing himself, was not something that he could do. It still mortified him.
Walter finally approached him, pulling his cock out. He opened his mouth obediently, letting the length slide forward as he remained as still as he could. “Well, well, someone’s being good today.” Walter grinned down at him, petting his hair. “Takes away half the fun if you’re like this, mate.”
Alexander jolted as he felt fingers lightly dance over his side, trying to crane his body away. With his arms and legs restrained, this only amounted to his torso jerking to the right. Walter’s fingers followed, leaving him in a jarring position. The sensitivity of it made him gasp, and then gag as Walter thrust his hips.
Mercifully, Walter pulled out of his mouth, pre drooling over his lips. But he didn’t stop, causing Alexander to choke out a gasp. He strained as far as he could, his arms tugging the chains on his wrists until they were taut, digging into his flesh painfully. His legs quaked, the spreader bar feeling significantly less comfortable now that he couldn’t move.
When he finally relented, Alexander sagged. He felt exhausted, his breathing ragged. Walter pushed his cock into Alexander’s mouth again, laughing. “That’s better, mate. Reckon we can give this a try, ay?” He hardly had a moment to comprehend what that meant until he felt Walter move to test one of his armpits. Thankfully, not a sensitive spot for him.
He could feel Walter poking and prodding at him, testing different spots that he could reach with his dick halfway down Alexander’s throat. A particular spot on his neck made him jerk reflexively, eyes widening in horror. Walter grinned down at him, his metal hand gripping a fistful of hair to hold him in place.
Tears pricked at his eyes from the intensity of the sensation, thrashing as much as he could with his movement restricted. Every fiber of his being wanted to avoid it, a touch so light and insistent that it infuriated him that it would even be capable of such an impact on his psyche. Walter pulled out of his mouth, and a sob wracked him before he could stop himself. He tried to scowl up at the Salvonian through blurry eyes, but all that he wanted to do was make it stop.
And then he felt it. A faint urge that made him try to freeze. “Stop.” His voice was wrecked, barely able to croak it out between his wheezing. Walter did, which let him relax his head. But now he didn’t dare to move.
“You alright, mate?” Despite sounding concerned, his expression betrayed the truth. He knew. And he was enjoying it.
“I need to be untied to relieve myself.” Alexander admitted it immediately, some shaken part of his mind had assumed that would be the natural thing to do. The rest of him fully anticipated what would come next.
Walter seemed to think about it, casually stroking his cock. “Yeah, nah. I reckon you’re lying. You barely even tried to suck me off. I know what you do when you’re desperate, mate.” He punctuated his statement by tickling Alexander’s side, laughing as the larger man tried to thrash away. This time, he planted his knee firmly into the bed next to Alexander, preventing him from moving away.
Alexander sucked in sharp breaths, barely able to focus on the pressure in his bladder. Was this why Walter had made him wait so long? He couldn’t focus on the question for long, his mind forced to focus on attempting to hold it in. Walter’s metal hand remained in his hair, yanking his head back.
His other hand relented, only to go for the far more sensitive spot on his neck, wrenching another sob from him before he could stop it. Walter thrust into his open mouth, encouraging him to work harder if he really wanted to get untied. He could barely obey the orders given to him, hyperventilating as he inexpertly bobbed and swallowed.
Walter came halfway down his throat, forcing Alexander’s nose to be buried in the older man’s pubic hair. None of it felt like it was happening, his body jerking and twitching, the pressure in his bladder painful, every gentle touch of a finger or brush of his thumb forcing a trickle to come out. When Walter pulled back, he felt dizzy. He couldn’t even cough, gasping louder than he cared to admit.
He could hear Walter trying to tell him to do something, but with the relentless jolts to his nerves he could only focus on trying to breathe, on staying conscious.
He felt himself emptying his bladder, tears streaming down his face from the humiliation of it, Walter finally ceasing the onslaught and leaving him to gasp and pant. Alexander’s chest heaved, a few sobbing, sharp coughs wracking him. Every move reminded him of the strain on his muscles in a way that made him want to curl into a ball. The urine pooling around him felt humiliating, only accenting how horrifically he had lost control.