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Jack had some… less than standard kinks, so to speak.
That was part of the reason he'd begun making porn; the voyeuristic side of him had leapt at the chance to show off. It was something he'd picked up after he lost his wife, and Jack would be the first to admit that it wasn't the most healthy way to cope. Over tome, though, he found that it was actually amazing for his confidence and overall wellbeing.
Plus, the extra money was always welcome.
He dabbled in a few things that both himself and the people wanted to see. Military gear and uniforms, edging, prostate milking, hell even sounding, the list went on. If someone paid him enough then nine times out of ten, he'd do it.
He still filmed after getting with Robby, just less on his own. People enjoyed seeing the content that he had made with his new mystery boyfriend over the last several months, but he still got a lot of requests that were specifically for his solo content. Robby didn't mind so long as he didn't make anything personalised; that, of course, meant no more JOIs. He still made them for Robby, obviously, seeing as that was what got them together in the first place. Just a little treat for the man he loved. And they were usually well-recieved.
It was normal for him to check his account for commissions post-shift because he'd usually let off steam anyway. Why not film it? Today's first request, however, was a little different from the usual stuff he received. He would have been lying if he said it wasn't something he'd considered before, but seeing someone ask it of him so plainly in writing? It made something stir in his belly.
AncientRam: How would you feel about wetting yourself/your clothes?
Then, another message:
AncientRam: Name the price.
The idea had floated around in his mind for… well, since he started making videos. Piss was always something that had interested him, but he and his wife had been perfectly vanilla and it was something that he was terrified would drive his current partner away. Aside from that, the cleanup and the public reception had been fears in the back of his mind. It wasn't the first time someone had asked him to piss on camera, but most people didn't offer to tip and that was how his system worked. He shut the laptop and went to get ready for a shower, but it didn't dampen the sudden flare of arousal at the idea.
Somewhere in his life, he had begun to associate the feeling of a shower with needing to piss. And now was no different. That, paired with the lingering anticipation of the request he'd just received, had him shifting almost uncomfortably as he lowered himself carefully onto the shower bench to wash up. The warm water cascaded over him and he sighed, relaxing as the heat began to relieve his tense shoulders and back. His eyes fluttered closed, and he let one hand trail down to gently squeeze his cock.
The feeling was immediate, relief as he stroked his semi-hard dick under the warm spray of water. As he felt himself getting harder, he became even more aware of the ache in his bladder. Something about the request had lodged itself in his brain and he just couldn't shake it. Why not give it a go now? Just test the waters, see if it was something he really wanted?
His free hand rubbed over his belly for a moment before pressing lightly at the heel, right over his lower stomach. Jack hissed out a breath between his teeth, pressing a bit harder as the full, near painful feeling gave way to a pleasurable pulsing. A small dribble leaked from his tip and he sighed shakily, stroking faster and letting his head fall back against the cool wall.
Pressing a little harder brought a stronger burst, and he actually whined at the feeling of his overfull bladder emptying. A long shift with minimal bathroom breaks seemed to build up more and more resistance over time to the pressure that had built inside him, but he'd never stopped to consider it further until now. What started as small spurts progressed into a full stream, and Jack furrowed his brow as he felt the warmth of his release running over his cock and the hand currently fisting it. It was better than he would have throught, comforting in some weird way as it joined the shower water on the tiles, running off into the drain.
He came simultaneously with the last few dribbles of piss, moaning all too loudly in the large bathroom. It echoed around, bouncing off the walls, and Jack was grateful that he was home alone. Next door was vacant right now, and he had realistically never been more relieved about the lack of tenants.
He sat for a moment afterwards, catching his breath and waiting for the inevitable shame to catch up with him. He still needed to shower, he realised, and sluggishly reached for the shampoo as he processed what had happened.
Trying to sleep was near impossible. He couldn't settle, mind stuck on the shame of having gotten off to something like that. It wasn't as though he couldn't tell Robby, he decided, too nervous and ashamed to bring it up in fear of being pushed away or criticised for what he did. He knew that the anxiety was ridiculous, really; Robby was accepting of most of his weird kinks, happy to indulge and try most things once. But for some reason, this felt too close to a step too far.
Jack woke up to Robby gently shaking him and leaning over to press kisses to his hairline, and he felt a thrill of adoration at the sight of his partner as he slowly blinked awake. Just as quickly as it set in, however, the anxiety overtook him once again. He smiled, already knowing that it was tight and less than convincing. Fuck. This wasn't like him. He didn't get nervous, especially not around Robby.
"Everything okay, Yankel?" Robby asked, clearly a little worried as he sat on the edge of the mattress. "You don't look so good."
"Solid," Jack replied, sitting up and trying not to seem too suspicious. "All good. Rough sleep. How was your shift?"
"Fine, same old same old. You sure you're okay?" Jack nodded, yawning and stretching his arms above his head until his shoulders and back popped pleasantly. He grunted in relief, then reached out to cup the back of Robby's head for a kiss.
"Promise you I'm okay, Michael." Jack smiled a bit more genuinely, speaking the words against Robby's mouth. "Missed you. We need to get some more shifts off together."
Robby hummed and stroked his hand over Jack's waist and hip. "Yeah. Been way too long since we've had a quiet day. How about a holiday?"
"Sounds good," Jack agreed, sitting back and reaching for his crutches against the nightstand. "I'm not in till midnight if you wanna watch a movie? We should have a few hours, gives me time to eat and spend some time with you."
Jack sat at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee as Robby pottered about making dinner. It was perfectly domestic, and one of the reasons Jack had considered switching to the day shift. They didn't get to do this much, but with the same schedules? It felt like a good call.
Robby, as predicted, fell asleep halfway through the movie. Jack woke him up to go to their actual bed before he left, giving him a kiss - and a hickey under his collarbone, much to Robby's annoyance - before heading out to the car. On the way to work, he began thinking again. He considered the request, and the anxiety simmered low in his belly even as he felt the secret thrill of arousal burn up his spine once again. Would it be so bad? They had a bathtub in the main bathroom, modified minimally so that Jack could get in and out if he decided that he wanted a bath. Robby had agreed to move into Jack's house because he already had all of the modifications that he needed at his place, and Jack was forever grateful that he wouldn't have had to commission them at Robby's old place had he moved in there instead.
Snapping himself out of the thoughts of his boyfriend, his mind wandered back to the request. The bathtub. Yeah, that would work nicely. And he had a few pairs of pants that would fit the scenario nicely; some khakis, some grey sweatpants. What he figured woukd work best - hypothetically, of course - was an old pair of camo pants that he'd owned for several years and seldom wore, even when he was working with SWAT. They were light enough, and covered in earthy greens and greys and browns that would make the darkness spread beautifully when he…
Jack took a deep breath and turned up the music blasting in his Jeep. He was stopped at a red light and drummed his fingers against the steering wheel nervously, antsy to get to work so that he could get rid of the thoughts plaguing him. It was bad enough that he'd been nursing a semi for the better part of his journey, he didn't need to make it worse before he got to work.
Thankfully, his shift went off without a hitch. There were no piss-related incidents, much to his relief, and he relaxed a bit as he did the handoff with Robby. A few secret kisses up on the roof, giggling like teenagers as they smiled against one another's mouths, and Jack was ready to go home.
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Unfortunately, getting home made the thoughts reappear tenfold. Jack sat with his laptop open, tapping anxiously on the desk of their home office as he stared nonstop at the request. The person asking was online, according to the chat icon, and Jack was itching to reply.
'Name the price.'
PopeJk77: How long do you want the video?
The user began typing, then stopped, then started again. Jack felt like his heart was in his throat, and he felt a stirring in his groin.
AncientRam: Hpw long can you hold + piss for?
AncientRam: How*
PopeJk77: Elaborate
AncientRam: Elaborate?
PopeJk77: Okay, what exactly do you want from the video? I can name a price if I know what you're actually looking for
Jack watched as the user typed for a few minutes, then went offline. He sighed in annoyance and decided to go through some of his other messages. He was mid argument with someone - they'd complained about the 'gross new guy' in Jack's videos and he was less than pleased about it - when he finally got a response. He clicked on the notification and let out a slow breath as he read through their reply.
AncientRam: So like I said before Id like you to pee on yourself and/or wet yourself. If you have clothes that look obvious when the'yr wet then that'd be good, like those camo pants you wear in some of your earlier videos.
Jack hummed to himself. So he had been thinking along the right lines with the camo. He kept reading as another message came through.
AncientRam: And a grey shirt would be good if you wanted to make it messier. Not sure how long it'd be but it would be cool to see some desperation if you're down.
Jack hummed and bounced his leg nervously, fervently checking the time. He had his next shift off so he didn't need to sleep immediately, and Robby wasn't supposed to be back for hours yet. Why not? He named his price and ten minutes later, got the money straight to his account. Time to get to work.
He checked that his camo pants were presentable, which thankfully they were, and grabbed a random, medium grey shirt that fit his torso tightly which was usually used for working out. He took a couple of mirror selfies - courtesy of Trinity for introducing him to them - and sent them to Robby before making himself a full pot of tea. Robby responded after about half an hour, just a simple: 'for filming?'. Jack replied with an affirmative thumbs up, and tried to ignore the growing ache in his stomach.
He was already three cups in, and he hadn't gone to the bathroom since before he left work, so thankfully (or perhaps unfortunately), he was beginning to feel it. He was painfully aware of the usually comfortable pants, the way the waistband became all too noticeable on his lower belly. The fourth cup was okay, the fifth was a bit more of a struggle, and the sixth and final cup of tea had him breathing through his teeth.
The pressure of all the liquid in his bladder was surprisingly pleasant; a persistent throb that radiated out in the same way as when Robby pressed on his tummy on the occasions where Jack bottomed. Maybe if he brought this up, Robby could fuck him while he held? The idea made him shiver pleasantly, and he stood to go and wash up some dishes and clean the kitchen.
Throughout the cleaning, Jack continued drinking water. The pressure was becoming almost unbearable as he continued to fill up with more and more water, but he couldn't bring himself to care all that much.
By the time Jack managed to half waddle into the main bathroom, his body was all but screaming at him. He managed to set up his camera relatively easily, and then eased himself down into the tub, slipping a face mask on in case he caught too much of his face to crop out, hoping that the angle correctly captured what he was doing. He almost couldn't believe that he was doing this. With his crutches propped up against the bath to help in the aftermath, he was ready.
The porcelain was cool and somewhat grounding against the heat of… well, everything else. Jack was already half hard, and the throbbing in his lower abdomen was near painful at the change in position. He whimpered, actually whimpered as he pressed lightly against his waistband, feeling the sharp thrill that seemed to spark down to his toes.
With a deep breath, he stroked himself through the fabric of his pants. A small leak forced its way out of his overfull bladder and his breath hitched, hand tightening around himself as the fabric darkened minimally. He hissed, hips jerking up slightly as he took his lip between his teeth to distract from the pain peaking between his legs.
With another deep breath, Jack squeezed and stroked his cock a little harder, letting out a shaky breath as another small burst escaped. The warmth spread over his crotch as he let it flow a little longer than the first time, and he didn't bother to hold back the whimper that forced its way out of him as he willed himself to stop.
The throbbing was unbearable now, a squeezing, insistent pain that radiated out through his lower abdomen. Jack's breath was coming out in short bursts, eyes scrunched shut as he tried his best to keep his legs straight out in the bath rather than pulling them up to him chest.
Finally, after waiting for what felt like an eternity, he hurriedly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped himself just barely enough to pull himself out of his wet clothes. The second he was free, his poor, aching bladder seemed to give in.
The moan that Jack let out was downright sinful, head thrown back as the first, warm splash hit his belly. The grey material of his shirt instantly darkened and he could have sobbed with how good it felt. After a couple of seconds, he finally looked down at himself to watch the way that the dark rivulets blossomed over his shirt and pooled in his lap as his pants saturated too much to absorb any more liquid.
It was almost mesmerising, the way that he could feel how his bladder was deflating. The sight of his own piss soaking into his clothes was new but not entirely unpleasant — though he did register vaguely how horrible it would feel when it cooled.
As he felt the stream begin to taper, he began stroking his cock in earnest. Quiet little uh-uh-uh sounds escaped his lips, as though he were getting fucked rather than just jerking himself off. He finally finished, bladder empty and aching pleasantly in the aftermath, and almost immediately Jack could feel the build up to his orgasm.
Right as he crested, right as he began to shoot ropes as high as his chest, the front door clicked open. Jack registered it with some level of fear, but couldn't fully bring himself to care as he moaned through his orgasm. The near dual sensations of coming and the relief of finally emptying his bladder left him feeling a little funny, and he sat awkwardly in the bath as he heard what could only be Robby making his way up the stairs.
A jolt of terror shot through him as clarity hit.
He was sat in the bathroom of his house, soaked in his own cooling piss and with his own spend drying on his shirt. The footsteps stopped right outside the door, and then, after a moment, there came a small tap.
"Yankel? You okay in there, can I come in?" Jack's heart dropped as the reality of the situation really hit. The camera was still rolling, he realised, so he stood up hesitantly and switched it off before actually replying.
"Uh- yeah. All good, man." Man? The fuck?
"Jack, do you need me to come in?"
"No, Mikey. Sorry, I was just filming." Jack bit his lip, hoping that Robby didn't question him further.
"You sure? You sound a bit out of it. I can help you clean up, or make you some food—"
"Food, yeah," Jack interrupted, nodding despite knowing that Robby could not see him. "Food would be perfect, Misha. I'll be down soon, okay? Just gotta clean up."
There was an uneasy silence where Robby was very obviously hesitating, beefier humming and walking off towards the bedroom. Jack breathed a sigh of relief and stripped out of the cold clothes, wincing a bit at the feeling now that the fun was over, and went over to the shower. After getting his leg off (which was mercifully dry), he turned the water on and began to wash himself off in a daze.
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Robby was downstairs in the kitchen when Jack finally emerged. He'd scrubbed the clothes roughly in the shower so that they wouldn't stink of piss when he put them in the wash basket - he was too tired to be wandering around in his leg, so it would have been a struggle to carry them to the laundry room - and changed into some fresh boxers and one of Robby's old shirts to greet his partner.
Robby was waiting with a plate of food and a cup of coffee for Jack when he got in, and he immediately sat at the kitchen island with a yawn. One crutch clattered to the floor as it slipped from where he'd propped it against the marble, but he didn't pay any attention.
"You okay, Jack?" Robby asked, rubbing his back after retrieving the crutch from the floor. "Long shoot?"
"Hm." Jack nodded, sipping at his coffee.
"Should you be drinking that when you're this tired, honey?" Robby asked gently. "Are you okay?" he added without waiting for an answer first. Robby sat down next to Jack and placed a gentle hand on his waist, squeezing. "Sweetheart, hey, look at me. Look at me, that's it. Something's wrong."
Jack sighed and turned to his plate, picking at his food. "Have you got any, like… weird kinks?" he asked timidly.
"Uh… I mean, maybe. Not something I've necessarily thought about before. Why?"
Jack turned to face Robby, face crimson and heart beating nearly out of his chest. "I have something I need to talk to you about."