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"F-fuck-" Dave chokes on his own breath as he feels the heat bloom deep in his cunt, hot and sticky. Bro's grip on his hips is hard enough to leave bruises, his breath heavy in Dave's ear. It feels like more cum than usual- and that's saying something, Bro has monster loads of cum as it is, enough to make a teenage boy feel like he's in a porno with how much is getting shot out of the giant dick stuffed halfway up his torso towards his ribcage. It's thick and heavy in his gut, making him whimper and moan and clench down and shake his way through an orgasm as Bro's cock pulses and pulses.
When it stops and Bro yanks his cock free of Dave's womb with a wrench that leaves him feeling gaping and empty, Bro grabs his hips and keeps him hauled up with one hand, the other reaching for something.
Dave pants face-down into the couch and waits. School or no school, he's not going anywhere until Bro is done with him. He kneads his fingers restlessly into the cushions- and then the ripping of tape reaches his ears.
“Bro, don’t-“ Dave whines, but it’s too late- Bro slaps a thick strip of tape over Dave’s pussy, sealing it shut. The tape is special-made for perverts- the glue mingles with his slick and binds into an extra-sticky tape to his skin. “Dude, I’m going to school in a couple of minutes!”
“Exactly.” Bro rumbles, giving Dave’s ass a slap. “You’re keeping it in. You’re spending all day with my cum stuffed into your womb, breeding you.”
Dave shudders.
“At least give me a plug?” He asks weakly, but he knows it’s pointless. He slowly clambers off the couch, feeling bloated and still stupidly aroused. Bro is ruthless about keeping Dave waxed smooth, so the tape keeps the bare folds of his pussy pushed together, his little dick taped up too.
He touches his stomach- fuck, there’s a visible bulge there. It’s definitely going to be a slouching day.
“Get to school.” Bro says, like an asshole, and vanishes.
Dave picks himself up off the couch, pulls his pants up, and goes to school. Curling up on the bus near the front means the rowdy kids in the back don't pay him any attention. Fuck, his pussy is throbbing under the tape, he really wants to jam a hand down there and rock against it but he doesn't want anyone seeing him. His face feels hot as he hugs his bag to his chest, bringing his feet up and tucking the heel of his shoe against his dick.
It's better than nothing, tiny little twitches of relief as his hips shift back and forth.
He's calmed down some by the time that the bus arrives at school and he's able to clamber off the bus with a heavy, aching sloshing in his belly. He finds his locker, fucks around with the lock, and gets it open with a muttered curse. He's so vividly aware of the tape over his pussy holding back the deluge of cum just waiting to spill out of him and humiliate him, filling his underwear. Bro rammed his cervix open and everything, there's a deep, aching emptiness in his gut as his needy womb demands to know why there's not a dick currently filling it up.
He presses his forehead to the cool metal of his locker, legs weak. Today is gonna be a long fucking day. Walking makes the tap tug dangerously against his skin, like it's thinking about peeling off.
With a hand pressed over his stomach, Dave exhales slowly. His pussy clenches around nothing, feeling the wet slickness of the cum moving around inside. Bro definitely is trying to knock him up, fuck. He's so fucking perverted.
Dave pulls out his phone.
TG: youre such a fucking pervert
TG: a sick man
TG: this is fucking torture
TT: Don't pretend you don't like it.
TG: shut up
TT: Better hope that tape doesn't come off.
TT: It would be pretty embarrassing if everyone learned how breedable you are.
TG: i said shut up oh my god
TT: Maybe they'd force your pants down in gym and fuck you right there.
TT: Let everyone see how much of a whore you are.
TG: jokes on you i dont even have gym today
TT: Go to class, slut.
Messaging Bro was a mistake. Dave feels worse now, hot under the skin and flushed in an awful way.
He goes to class. He sits in the back and tucks one foot up under him to sit on, pressing it against his crotch to hold the tape firmly in place. If he rocks against it a little bit, frustrated and horny, no one has to know.
TG: bro please
TG: im at school i cant do this
TT: Still got the tape on?
TG: fuck you
TG: yes
TT: Good. Don't take it off.
TG: bro im gonna have to take a piss at some point
TT: Better hold it.
TT: If you come home without my cum still in your womb then I'm taking you over my knee.
TG: god
TG: fuck
TG: okay
Dave really tries his best. He really does.
He doesn't stop by the water fountain between classes, even when he starts getting really thirsty. At lunch, he only drinks what he absolutely has to. He gets all the way to sixth period before the pressure in his stomach has him squirming and his leg bouncing, one shoved underneath him to try and stop from pissing himself.
God, it's so much.
With his head down, forehead pressed to his arms crossed on his desk, his gut feels so heavy and tight. He's digging his heel against his dick, clenching tight against the pressure in his pussy. The tape is somehow still there, still stuck- but Dave needs to piss so bad.
He's pretty sure the moment he moves, it's all gonna come spilling out. He can feel the drops threatening to slip out, the loss of control mounting in a terrifying wave. Bro's threat hangs over him, but- he- he's going to piss himself, he's-
Every muscle in his body clenches. Cold washes down his spine, fuck, fuck- He's sitting in the middle of English class and he's-
No, fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-
His belly is so full- He squeezes his eyes shut and rams his heel harder up against his dick, trying to physically block it from coming out- fuck, he needs to piss, his pussy is throbbing, aching, he's had Bro's cum stuffed inside of him all day- His big brother's seed has been breeding him all day while he's just been sitting here at school and no one knows-
His eyes are burning. His dick is hot under the tape, eager for stimulation, ready to let the floodgates go-
A tiny trickle wets the tape. Fear has Dave clenching tighter than he's ever clenched in his life, feeling the wetness loosen the remaining bonds of the tape holding it in place.
He has to- to go to the bathroom, he's about to-
He cant move, his thighs are shaking, his breathing tight, struggling to keep the pressure on-
If he moves, it's all gonna come out-
Tears of effort and agony blur his vision. Everyone is gonna see him piss his pants, fuck, fuck, he's so fucking embarrassed-
Oh thank god.
Some of the pressure eases in his belly, pulling back like the beaches draining before a tsunami. It's now or never.
Dave reaches down, grabs his back, and shoves his notebook into it, standing up. "I'm going to the bathroom." He declares before his teacher can say anything, feeling a wet little spurt fill his underwear, and he hurries out of the room. He's clenching as best he can, but it doesn't seem to be enough.
The bathroom is at the end of the hall, right around the corner. It feels impossibly far away. With every step, a little more of Dave's control is slipping, hot liquid is trickling into his underwear, wetting the fabric, loosening the tape. Every time his thighs rub together, the wet tape twists back and forth and rubs, peeling off a bit more.
He's so close. A dozen steps, maybe less, and the fabric of his jeans against his thighs are going wet. He can't stop it now if he tries.
It's too much.
Dave staggers, shoulder hitting the wall. The bathroom is right there.
The gates open.
Heat pours down his legs, hot piss rushing down his inner thighs and calves and socks and shoes as he shakes, tears flooding his vision. There's a horrible, sick euphoria to it, the cramping in his gut released in a wash of tension letting go that has him leaning against the wall as his legs shake, dick throbbing and pulsing with pleasure as hard rush after rush of piss is emptied from his body.
It's going on and on, his knees feel weak. He leans forward, tongue hanging out of his mouth, panting like a fucking dog as he struggles to breathe through the humiliation swamping him. Piss gathers under him in a puddle, spreading across the floor, shameful evidence that everyone will see when they come out from class.
His head feels light, when it finally slows to a trickle and stops. He's dizzy. His jeans are soaked, humiliation burns in his face like a flame. His stomach feels empty, his underwear is sopping wet and slimy, he can feel the cum filling his underwear and sliding down between his thighs and jeans, he feels…
He… he just pissed himself at school.
His throat is tight with tears, but his chest feels hot and light, like a balloon expanding, something terrifying and fragile and loose filling him. Even though his head is starting to pound, his legs are weak and shaking, and he wants to die of shame he-
He feels… good.
Dave stumbles to the bathroom, hands shaking, and locks himself in the furthest stall. He can barely see his phone through his tears.
TG: bro
TG: cann you come pick me up
TT: Why?
TG: i failed and
TG: i pissed myself
TT: I'll be there soon.
TG: thanks
TG: can you bring new clothes
TT: Yes.
Dave sniffles and rubs at his face, peeling off his disgustingly wet jeans. He sits his naked ass on the toilet and grabs handfuls of rough, awful school toilet paper to try and clean himself up. He only mostly succeeds and sits hunched over, Bro's cum slowly dripping down out of him into the toilet.
TT: What bathroom?
TG: 2nd floor left hall from the entrance
Bro is there in moments, dropping a towel and a bag of clean clothes over the stall door. Dave changes quickly and follows Bro out, head down to hide his puffy face.
They leave right as the bell rings, thank god. In the truck, Dave curls up into a ball, humiliated.
"Bro," he starts, stops, and bites his lip.
"Hm?"
"I- I'm sorry, I-"
"Save your apologies for the spanking," Bro cuts him off. Dave flushes and squirms in his seat, already imagining the heat that will get slapped into his ass. But that's not what he...
"I- I liked it-!" He squeaks, heart pounding.
Bro glances at him, one brow arching. Dave buries his face in his knees.
"What, pissing yourself?" Bro asks.
"Yeah…" Dave mumbles. He can't believe it, but it felt really good, humiliation and relief and pleasure all mixing together into a blurry, confusing mess.
"Hm. Saturday we'll go to the mall and you can piss yourself again."
"Wh- ah, Bro, that doesn't mean I want to do it again-"
"Yes you do or you wouldn't have brought it up."
".....shut up."