"I'm sorry, what was that?" Buck cups a hand to his ear, and relishes the reddening of Eddie's cheeks.
"Buuuck." Eddie rolls his eyes, but Buck can see the tension strung tight through his whole body, and the way he's shifting restlessly. His wrists twist in their bindings, he's gonna rub himself raw.
Because Eddie's tied to the headboard, fully clothed in a henley and sweatpants, heather grey sweatpants that will show it immediately if they're wet.
"Did you have something to say?" Buck asks, acting confused.
"I need...I need you to untie me." he says.
"Untie you?" Buck pretends to think. "Hmmmm. No."
Eddie jerks hard against the rope suddenly. "You have to, you can't say no if I ask you to..." he stammers, trying to act normal. But Buck can tell he's close to losing it.
Buck doesn't have to, that's the best part. Not unless Eddie uses the safeword, but so far he never has. He loves to fight against his bindings and plead to be released and have Buck coldly tell him no.
Buck loves it too, and he's hard from it, just trying to ignore his aching cock for long enough to draw out Eddie's torment.
"You're not in a position to tell me what to do," Buck says loftily. "You're a grown man, Eds, you're not gonna piss yourself. Right?"
When Buck says piss, Eddie jolts again. His arms spasm like he wants to grab his dick; but he can't. It's fucking delicious.
Eddie is breathing harder. His thighs clench hard. "Ple-ease," he groans, and he twitches, and Buck sees it: the smallest of wet spots, right where the tip of his cock must be nestled.
"Don't think of waterfalls," Buck taunts.
"Fuck off," Eddie grunts. The fabric shines darker for another second, the wet spot blooming larger.
"All that water," Buck says. "Flowing free...like when you turn on a hose...and all that pressure - just - releases -"
"Ohhhh," Eddie moans, his thighs clenching convulsively. "Stop it, stop it, stop it."
"I bet you'd feel so good if you could relieve all...that...pressure." Buck hears the spurt of piss that time, a sharp hiss that cuts off suddenly.
Or...maybe it doesn't, because the spot is still growing. Eddie curses, panting hard. He's starting to sweat.
"Oh, honey, you can't stop?" Buck coos. "You just wanna piss and piss until it's all out? You have to go?"
Eddie shakes his head but he's pissing harder again, the hiss audible, and he doesn't stop after that even though Buck can tell he's trying. It goes on for what seems like forever, Eddie grunting and writhing the whole time, trying to stop the flow to the very end.
Buck jacks himself, fast, stripping his hand over his cock. It doesn't take long for him to come, adding to the mess all over Eddie's soaked pants. Eddie moans as Buck's cum hits him, even over his clothes, and Buck molds a firm hand to the growing bulge in his sopping wet sweatpants. Eddie has to hump up into his hand, his face getting redder still from the dirty squelching sound of it.
"That's it, Eds," Buck breathes in awe, watching Eddie's hips work. He's rock hard against Buck's palm. "That's it, come all over your pants, pissed yourself like a kid and now you're gonna come from it."
"Fuck, Buck," Eddie groans, and thrusts against Buck's palm one last time, coming so hard his eyes roll back in his head.
It's quiet for a moment, just the sound of them breathing hard together.
To the Brim
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Buck cups a hand to his ear, and relishes the reddening of Eddie's cheeks.
"Buuuck." Eddie rolls his eyes, but Buck can see the tension strung tight through his whole body, and the way he's shifting restlessly. His wrists twist in their bindings, he's gonna rub himself raw.
Because Eddie's tied to the headboard, fully clothed in a henley and sweatpants, heather grey sweatpants that will show it immediately if they're wet.
"Did you have something to say?" Buck asks, acting confused.
"I need...I need you to untie me." he says.
"Untie you?" Buck pretends to think. "Hmmmm. No."
Eddie jerks hard against the rope suddenly. "You have to, you can't say no if I ask you to..." he stammers, trying to act normal. But Buck can tell he's close to losing it.
Buck doesn't have to, that's the best part. Not unless Eddie uses the safeword, but so far he never has. He loves to fight against his bindings and plead to be released and have Buck coldly tell him no.
Buck loves it too, and he's hard from it, just trying to ignore his aching cock for long enough to draw out Eddie's torment.
"You're not in a position to tell me what to do," Buck says loftily. "You're a grown man, Eds, you're not gonna piss yourself. Right?"
When Buck says piss, Eddie jolts again. His arms spasm like he wants to grab his dick; but he can't. It's fucking delicious.
Eddie is breathing harder. His thighs clench hard. "Ple-ease," he groans, and he twitches, and Buck sees it: the smallest of wet spots, right where the tip of his cock must be nestled.
"Don't think of waterfalls," Buck taunts.
"Fuck off," Eddie grunts. The fabric shines darker for another second, the wet spot blooming larger.
"All that water," Buck says. "Flowing free...like when you turn on a hose...and all that pressure - just - releases -"
"Ohhhh," Eddie moans, his thighs clenching convulsively. "Stop it, stop it, stop it."
"I bet you'd feel so good if you could relieve all...that...pressure." Buck hears the spurt of piss that time, a sharp hiss that cuts off suddenly.
Or...maybe it doesn't, because the spot is still growing. Eddie curses, panting hard. He's starting to sweat.
"Oh, honey, you can't stop?" Buck coos. "You just wanna piss and piss until it's all out? You have to go?"
Eddie shakes his head but he's pissing harder again, the hiss audible, and he doesn't stop after that even though Buck can tell he's trying. It goes on for what seems like forever, Eddie grunting and writhing the whole time, trying to stop the flow to the very end.
Buck jacks himself, fast, stripping his hand over his cock. It doesn't take long for him to come, adding to the mess all over Eddie's soaked pants. Eddie moans as Buck's cum hits him, even over his clothes, and Buck molds a firm hand to the growing bulge in his sopping wet sweatpants. Eddie has to hump up into his hand, his face getting redder still from the dirty squelching sound of it.
"That's it, Eds," Buck breathes in awe, watching Eddie's hips work. He's rock hard against Buck's palm. "That's it, come all over your pants, pissed yourself like a kid and now you're gonna come from it."
"Fuck, Buck," Eddie groans, and thrusts against Buck's palm one last time, coming so hard his eyes roll back in his head.
It's quiet for a moment, just the sound of them breathing hard together.
"So, shower?" Eddie says.