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The Night dimmed among the bayou of New Orleans, the moon basking the murky waters in a moonlight glow. Among the trees dangled with vines lies a cabin deep within, the windows warmly glowing from the fire lit inside.
Within the home, Alastor sat in the plush chair beside the firepit, newspaper in hand. He skimmed over it with a pinky. He fixed the glasses perched upon his nose as he awaited his partner to arrive.
Recently, Vincent had been coming home from bars his buddies had invited him to, always accepting an invite to get drunk. Alastor would interrogate him and question if he's been with anyone other than him once he got home, yet Vincent always answered the best he could. Still, Alastor held a grudge.
A loud pounding sounded outside the door. Vincent holding his crotch, trying not to piss himself outside. “Al…” He slurred. “Let me in, pleeease,” a muffled voice mumbled from outside, forehead pressed against the door. Alastor rolled his eyes, getting up to unlock the door. He creaked open the door. Vincent stood there with his thighs pressed together. “Thank- hic! Thanks.” He stumbled in, grabbing onto Alastor for help.
Alastor begrudgingly held him, holding him upright. “Bathroom…” Vincent mumbled, a dumb grin playing on his face, leaning more of his weight on Alastor.
Alastor grumbled before an idea sparked in his head.
“Why should I? You came home late once more, even after you said you wouldn't. Isn't that correct, dear?” He smirked. “Why don't you hold it in? I'm sure the god of entertainment can.” He patted Vincent’s lower half. Vincent whined, resting his chin on his shoulder. “Alastor-” He tried, before getting cut off. “Ah-ah, dear. No whining.”
Vincent’s face shifted to an upset expression, gripping Alastor’s shoulders more tightly. He held back a whine, thighs pressing harder together to keep it all in. “I'm sorry...” he whimpered. “Al- hic Alastor, please.”
Alastor only grinned, leading him to the cushioned chair. “Come now, Vincent. Did you really expect no punishment? Use that big head of yours to figure it out.” He teased, sitting on the chair, forcing Vincent to fall to his knees. Vincent whimpered as Alastor placed a foot between his thighs, separating them from holding in his bladder.
“Since you're such a good pup, you'll do what I say. But it seems that some dogs need more training.” He chuckled, grabbing Vincent's chin with a gentle clasp. Vincent pressed his half-hard cock against his foot, trying to hold it in. Alastor quickly took notice, moving his foot to press on his bladder.
Vincent gasped, letting out a whimper mixed with a sob. “Al, please! I promise I'll be good!” He sobbed out. “No more late- hic nights I swear! Please Al!” He pleaded, moving his hands to grip at Alastor's thighs.
Alastor let out a wicked laugh, pressing his foot harder. Vincent moaned out, moving to grip onto his legs instead. He pressed his forehead against Alastor's leg, panting and letting out soft sobs. “I'll be good, I swear!” He cried out, tears streaming down his face and leaving damp spots on the fabric.
Alastor watched his partner writhe and plead, a sadistic grin plastered on his face. “Not till you've learned your lesson.” He cooed, running his fingers through Vincent's hair.
Vincent looked up, tears still falling. He couldn't take it anymore, the pressure on his bladder, the teasing and cooing, the names. He let out a half sob as he released a little, a spot on his pants damping as he started to release more. His pants wet, trailing down from his legs to puddle on the ground, pooling around him. “I'm so sorry.. I'm sorry..” He whispered, clutching Alastor's pants. His pants were soaked, making him squirm in his own mess.
Alastor pet Vincent’s head as he released it, letting him rest his head in the space between his legs. “That's a good boy, so obedient.” He cooed, lifting Vincent’s chin to wipe away his tears with his thumb. Vincent looked like a kicked puppy, tears still falling.
“I'm guessing your lesson has been learned, now get cleaned up. I'm heading off to our bed.” Alastor spoke, standing to leave. Vincent only watched Alastor walk off before looking down at his wet pants. Never again would he disobey.