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Thunderstorms are predicted for the remainder of the day. Over the rhythmic pitter patter of the rain outside, a knock can be heard at the door. Date sets down the bottle and glass he was carrying to answer the door. Letting his body fill the doorframe, he is greeted by Ryuki standing sheepishly on his doorstep.
“Hey cutie,” Date coos.
“Oh hush,” Ryuki feels the beginnings of pink in his cheeks, despite trying to sound cool and collected. “Let me in, will you? It’s pouring.”
“Fine,” Date steps aside, grabbing Ryuki’s ass as he enters. Ryuki jumps, startled, slapping Date’s hand away. Date giggles as he closes the door.
Ryuki smells the alcohol on Date’s breath. “Alright, I can tell you’re already a few drinks ahead of me,” He nods at the bottle and glass on the coffee table by the couch. “Catch me up.”
“Oh, ho! Love the enthusiasm, but I’d be careful if I were you. Ask and you will receive.” Date gestures towards the couch. “Come, sit.”
Ryuki obeys, taking a seat on the couch next to Date. Date fills the glass with brandy, passes it to Ryuki. “One.” He takes a swig straight from the bottle.
“Wait, why do only I get a glass?”
“Because it’s important that we keep track of how much you’re drinking today! But I can drink whatever I want.” He shrugs.
“O-kay?” Ryuki questions, reaching for the glass. He downs it immediately, placing it gently back on the coffee table. He looks at Date expectantly.
“Two,” Date smirks as he pours Ryuki another round.
Ryuki drinks it fast, passing the glass back to Date.
“Someone’s thirsty,” Date smirks, pouring the next round. “Three.”
Ryuki wordlessly chugs this one too, then waves the empty glass in Date’s face. “Well?”
“Hoo, cowboy, take it easy. We’ve got plenty of time.” Date takes Ryuki’s glass and sets it on the coffee table. He leans in close to Ryuki, reaching out to run his fingers through Ryuki’s hair, gazing into Ryuki’s open eye.
Ryuki freezes, staring back into Date’s open eye.
“You try so hard, it’s cute,” Date playfully pokes at Ryuki’s chest.
Ryuki watches silently as Date stands up and sheds his coat. Ryuki’s eyes widen as his superior officer climbs on top of him, straddling his lap.
Date smiles softly as he reaches a finger under Ryuki’s chin, tilting his face up towards his own. Ryuki lets out a small gasp as Date starts rocking his hips, gently grinding against Ryuki’s lap.
Ryuki leans closer to Date, desperate to kiss him. Date pulls back, looking down at his junior officer.
“You’re adorable.” Date smiles.
“Please, sir,” Ryuki says quietly.
“Already begging? God damn. You really want me.”
“Mr. Date, please,” Ryuki puts on his best puppy dog eyes for his superior officer.
“How are you even better at that than Mizuki right now?” Date giggles.
“Could it be because I’m your lover and not, you know, your daughter?” Ryuki teases.
“Correct! Honors kid is at it again,” With that, Date leans in and passionately kisses Ryuki.
Ryuki runs his hands up and down Date’s back, grasping at the fabric of his shirt as Date continues to grind on his lap, their lips utterly locked.
Ryuki lets out a small whimper, frantically grabbing at Date’s back. Date grabs back, shifting his face from Ryuki’s mouth to Ryuki’s neck. Date teases him gently with small kisses along his neck. Ryuki moans quietly, feeling himself getting overwhelmed with sensation.
Date moves in closer to Ryuki. “You are so cute,” Date whispers, his breath warm against Ryuki’s ear. He playfully licks Ryuki’s earlobe. Ryuki giggles, pulling away. Date closes the distance, leaning back in towards Ryuki’s neck. He starts kissing him again, waiting for another sound.
Ryuki shudders with pleasure, and Date immediately switches from gentle kisses to animalistic licking of Ryuki’s neck. “Hey!” Ryuki laughs, pushing Date away.
“What?” Date laughs back. He tries to lick Ryuki more but Ryuki successfully pushes him back.
“I know you’re my superior, but god you’re fucking stupid sometimes.” Ryuki can’t stop giggling while he speaks.
Date shifts his weight on Ryuki’s lap, and suddenly Ryuki becomes painfully aware of his bladder. He stops laughing as his eyes widen.
Date notices the shift. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, his laugh fading. He notices Ryuki’s small cringe as he shifts his weight again. “Ahhh.” A devious smile slowly spreads across Date’s face.
“Um, Mr. Date, can we put this on pause for a minute? I just need to run to your bathroom really quick,” Ryuki tries to stand up from underneath his senior officer, but Date keeps him pinned down.
“Not just yet.” Date grabs Ryuki by the shoulders, shifts where he’s angled on the couch, and throws him down onto the seat. Ryuki now fully laying down on the couch, Date centers himself straddling his thighs. Date places a hand on each side of Ryuki’s head, forcing Ryuki to face up at him.
Ryuki stares up at Date, wide-eyed. “B-but, I, I really need to pee…” He trails off sheepishly.
“I know, I watched you down three drinks in like five minutes. I really don’t know what you were thinking, being here and doing that. And not seeing this coming a mile away.” Date looks down at Ryuki pitifully.
Ryuki stifles his own devious grin - he knew exactly what he was doing, but he’ll never admit it. “Mr. Date -!” Ryuki calls on his inner puppy dog again.
“But I think this is a good opportunity for some strength training.” Date grins.
“Strength training?” Ryuki tilts his head slightly, questioningly.
“Yeah, either your overall body strength (if you can get me off of you), or your bladder strength (if you can’t).” Date shrugs. “Simple really.”
“Hm,” Ryuki acknowledges. He looks Date up and down, then starts squirming underneath him, trying to knock him off.
In one swift motion, Date grabs both of Ryuki’s hands and secures each under his own respective knees, then places one hand over Ryuki’s bulging bladder, and cups the other over Ryuki’s neck. Still straddling Ryuki, Date leans in and whispers, “Bladder training it is.”
Date presses hard on Ryuki’s bladder. Ryuki whimpers, but Date applies more pressure to Ryuki’s neck, cutting him off mid-breath. Ryuki’s eyes shoot open.
Ryuki squirms underneath Date. “Please, Mr. Date, I can’t hold it much longer -!” Ryuki’s infliction raises at the end as Date scoots forward to put all his weight on Ryuki’s bladder. Ryuki freezes. Quietly, he continues “Please, I don’t want to get your couch dirty, but I don’t have much time.” His voice is urgent.
Date laughs at his subordinate. He begins to bounce up and down in his place on top of Ryuki’s bladder. “Not much time, huh? Well, this is strength training. If you pee before you’re allowed, you’ll just have to train harder going forward.” Date shrugs playfully.
Ryuki’s open eye is visibly watering. “Please…” he begs in a small squeak.
Date looks down at him disapprovingly before standing from his lap. Ryuki hops up in an attempt to make a run for the bathroom, but stops short steps away from the couch. He turns back around to face Date as a wet patch blossoms around his groin, flowing down the fronts of both of his legs, pooling into a puddle that is spreading around him on the floor, turning his white socks yellow.
When the stream finally stops, Ryuki hesitates for a moment before looking up at Date, absolutely mortified (and more than a bit aroused). “I- I’m so sorry, sir, I can help clean it up, I, please…” Ryuki stutters.
Date looks him up and down, taking in the pathetic wet mess that the young man before him has become. He lets out an enormous belly laugh that gets louder the redder Ryuki’s cheeks go. Ryuki is so embarrassed as he watches wordlessly, on the brink of tears.
Once Date is all laughed out, he starts walking away from the couch, gesturing for Ryuki to follow. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He stops at the front door.
“Why’d you stop here? Shouldn’t I get cleaned up in the bathroom?”
“It’s raining buckets outside, you can just wash off out there.”
“OUT THERE?” Ryuki practically screams. “Listen, I’m happy to fuck around in your home however you want, but I am not interested in having anyone else I know see me like this. I mean look at me!” Ryuki gestures down at his piss soaked pants and yellowed white socks.
“Oh come on, no one is out there right now. You’re safe to wash off for a minute.” Date opens the door to demonstrate how alone they are. “Plus the longer you’re out there the less visible your little piss spot will be. Just step outside and pace around til you’re totally soaked, it won’t take too long.” Date says this oddly nurturingly.
Ryuki sighs, then steps outside. It’s no fun to disobey direct orders. He sits on the stoop to get the rainwater into his pants faster, shifting around in the rain to wash away the piss that had previously soaked his clothes. Date smiles as he watches from where he leans on the doorframe, safe from the rain.
Now completely soaked with rain, Ryuki turns back to face Date. “Is this good enough?” He asks.
“You’re perfect.” Date smiles approvingly.
Ryuki blushes profusely as he steps back inside. Date tousles Ryuki’s hair and Ryuki turns even more red. “So, um, what now?”
Date gestures to the couch as he takes a detour to the kitchen. “Take a seat again and I’ll explain.”
Ryuki obeys, sitting on the cushion closest to the puddle that he left on the floor.
“So for the next phase of training, we’re gonna play a little game,” He returns with a pitcher of water and a timer. He presses some buttons on the timer, the sets both down next to Ryuki’s glass and the bottle of brandy. “This timer will go off every fifteen minutes. I expect you to drink a full glass before the timer goes off each time. Alcohol or water, you pick I pour… though I will overrule your choice for brandy if I think you actively need water instead. I don’t want you getting sick from just drinking liquor.” Date sits down next to Ryuki.
Ryuki’s chest flutters at the thought of how caring his superior officer is to him, even this deep into kink. “Every fifteen minutes for… how long?” Ryuki asks.
“Oh, until your uniform dries, silly! You’re not allowed off this couch until then.”
Ryuki takes mental stock of how wet his uniform is, stuck to his skin. “We’re gonna be here for hours then!” He exclaims.
“Mizuki isn’t coming home tonight, we’ve got so much time.” Date smiles deviously. “Oh, and hold it the best you can - first accident earns ten spanks, each subsequent accident doubles the count. You’ll be red as a tomato, it’ll be all you can think about when you sit down for days later.”
An hour passes. Four glasses later Ryuki is squirming in his seat next to Date while Date strokes Ryuki’s upper thigh, yapping on and on, now about the girls in Atami.
Ryuki’s uniform is still just as wet as when he’d stepped back inside, and his bladder is bursting again. “Please stop, I can’t take it any more.”
“Are you safewording?” Date looks at Ryuki with concern.
“N-no, I just wanted to beg…” Ryuki trails off.
“So you don’t want me to stop?” Date singsongs, jabbing directly into Ryuki’s bladder.
“Hrgh,” Ryuki lets out a grunt with the impact. “I mean…” Ryuki blushes.
“Of course you don’t want me to stop, you’re daddy’s pretty little piss slut. Aren’t you precious?” Date teases. He leans in close to Ryuki and gently caresses his cheek, then plants a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose.
Date’s gentleness makes Ryuki utterly melt. A quiet hissing sound can be heard as he loses control of his bladder again, all over the couch this time. After a moment a splashing noise joins the hissing, as his piss runs off the edge of the couch and hits the floor.
Eventually Ryuki’s stream stops. “And pathetic. God that was a lot this time! You and your fucking praise kink, you are such an easy read.” Date laughs mockingly. “Now get over here, I told you what happens when you let yourself lose control.” Date gestures for Ryuki to lay on his lap.
Ryuki obeys, laying across Date’s knee in preparation for spanking.
“No, no,” Date shoves Ryuki off his lap and onto the floor. Ryuki barely catches himself with his hand, landing directly in his first piss puddle. “I want your bare ass for these.”
Ryuki feels deep humiliation setting in as he stands and wipes the pee off his hand and onto his pants, then unfastens his belt and lets his pants drop partway down his thighs. He lays back across Date’s lap and braces himself for Date’s first ten spanks of the night.
Date winds up.
SMACK
Ryuki doesn’t let himself react.
“Hm?” Date winds up again, harder this time.
SMACK
Ryuki grimaces silently, keeping his face angled away from his superior officer’s.
“You don’t have to be so quiet,” Date coos.
SMACK
Ryuki’s eyes are tearing up.
“You know I like to hear your little whimpers.”
SMACK
Ryuki digs his fingers into the nearest pillow, hoping Date doesn’t notice.
Date smirks at Ryuki’s attempts at silence. He winds up even more, preparing to spank even harder.
SMACK
“Ah!” Ryuki gasps.
“There we go,” Date almost purrs.
SMACK
“Hrgh,” Ryuki grunts, fingers digging deeper into the pillow.
Date lets out a condescending chuckle, winding up to spank Ryuki even harder.
SMACK
Ryuki flinches, sniffles, tries to stay still.
Date smiles.
SMACK
Ryuki’s fingers dig even deeper into the pillow.
Date is enjoying himself greatly.
SMACK
Ryuki exhales a small shudder.
Date winds up for the final spank.
SMACK
Ryuki flinches, then quietly lets out a despondent string of whimpers.
Date pats Ryuki’s head gently. “Good boy.”
Ryuki remains unmoving on Date’s lap.
“Hey, you okay?” Date reaches to Ryuki’s chin, tilting his face up to see. Ryuki looks back at Date, tears lining his cheeks. “Aw, you really took that like a champ,” Ryuki smiles softly as Date wipes away his tears. Ryuki sniffles as he sits up from Date’s lap.
Ryuki’s bare ass already has visible handprints, and the night has only just begun. “Alright, you can pull your pants back up.”
Ryuki obeys, settling back into his spot on the couch as Date pours him another glass. The two continue chatting as Ryuki’s bladder refills yet again. It’s going to be a long night.