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Fryderyk and Franz, as usual, were playing the piano, sitting on the bench together.
"Ha, that was great, wasn't it?" Franz smiled at the other man.
Fryderyk nodded.
"Mhm, I suggest we play something else now?"
"Yes, yes, as we should!" Franz returned his head back to the piano.
. . .
After a million other pieces were played, Fryderyk felt a discomfort in his lower body. It was nothing painful, really, just his bladder being filled up to the brim.
"Can we take a break, Franz?" He asked.
The man sitting next to him frowned. "Ah, mon ami, but we're not done yet..."
"I just need a small bathroom break, you'll be okay." Fryderyk was getting impatient.
Franz, ever the pervert he was, smirked at those words. "A bathroom break?"
"Yes. Now let me go." Fryderyk intended to get up.
"No way, Fryc." The blond grabbed his arm and stopped him. "I said we're not done."
Fryderyk's eyes widened.
"I- I don't have time for games right now, Franz."
Franz huffed out a laugh. "You can wait. Or are you saying that you'll piss all over yourself?"
Fryderyk gasped. No way in hell he was doing that!
"I can hold it, I just...! That is disgusting, let me go-"
"I don't think so."
Franz pushed Fryderyk down -the man letting out a gasp as he fell- and lightly pressed on his bladder with his shoe.
"Ah- Oh god-!" Fryderyk let out a moan.
"Take it." Franz commanded.
"Please, I really need to-" The other man whined in pain as Franz pressed down harder than before.
"No. You're not allowed to go. You either piss yourself right here, or you hold it."
Fryderyk almost teared up at those words, still in shock. The pressure on his bladder was slowly increasing.
Then Franz spoke again.
"Go on. Piss yourself like a little boy."
The other man gasped. No. He couldn't... That would be the most embarrassing thing he would ever go through. But the pressure and Franz's mocking words were making his head spin. He wasn't even sure he could hold it anymore.
"Come on, don't you want to? I know you do. Just let go, and I'll be leaving right then."
Fryderyk would do anything for Franz to go. Whenever they were together, everything ended with the great Fryderyk Chopin completely humiliating himself, and his co-worker Franz Liszt getting a perverse enjoyment out of it all.
Fryderyk could barely form a sentence.
"L-let me go...Please..." he stuttered.
"You know you're not getting away that easily, right, Fryc?" Franz said. He could feel his pants getting tighter at the sight of Fryderyk whining, desperate to get a release.
"Tell me what to do, and I will! Just let me go!" Fryderyk begged.
Franz liked it when he begged, right? He always said he should 'ask nicer' for stuff, and he didn't let him go until he started pleading...
He thought it was just a lighthearted joke at first, but right now? He was completely sure that this man was nothing more than a pervert unable to feel any shame.
"Mh- You pervert!" he blurted out.
Franz smirked.
"Me? A pervert? My friend, all I wanted was to play one more piece."
Fryderyk raised his voice, an uncommon thing for him.
"This isn't how you convince someone into doing that!"
Franz laughed.
"And? What are you gonna do about it? Wet your pants as a sign of protest?"
"Stop it-"
"Do it. Piss on the floor like a little boy. Or even worse, an animal."
Fryderyk gasped in offense. He was a well-respected pianist, excellent at his work, not some animal.
Franz stopped applying pressure to Fryderyk's bladder and kneeled down at his level.
"Poor Fryc... It hurts, doesn't it? Just let go, and you'll feel better, I promise."
Fryderyk could've almost been fooled at those words. The way the other man spoke, like he was interacting with something so small, so delicate... It did things to him.
"I can't..." He whined.
"I know you can. Now come on." Franz said as his hand started brushing through his Fryc's hair.
As the words registered, Fryderyk felt himself become more than willing to obey.
Despite his earlier hesitation, he closed his eyes, and let go.
Franz let out a noise of contentment as he saw the warm piss running down Fryderyk's thighs, soaking his pants completely.
"Aww, you made such a mess."
Fryderyk was too busy with relieving himself that he barely heard Franz's cooing words.
"Dirty boy. You should get cleaned up, no?"
Franz put a hand around the other man's waist and helped him get up.
He looked down at the puddle Fryderyk had made. The floor reeked of piss.
"Eh, we'll just act like the dog did it." He shrugged.
Fryderyk, still dazed, nodded.