FSE

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(Special thanks to Zrathie for letting me borrow his deer! All other characters belong to me.)

"I'm ready. You almost done?" Shadow heard Seth ask from outside the bathroom.

The bulky white tiger was too focused to answer. Applying the last of the blue dye in between his stripes required a lot of concentration.

"Almost," Shadow called back through the door once he had finished. It was just before he turned the dryer on his shoulders and neck to set the color faster.

With that, he could put on the last thing -- something he didn't like that much himself, but it got him good results. He carefully put on two dots of the artificial musk. They added just a hint of stranger's sweat -- a strange male that even he would like to meet, if he were honest.

He checked the coloration on his stripes one last time as he put his tank top back on, then finally exited the bathroom. Sure enough, the lanky sergal with white and teal fur was standing by the bed, arms crossed impatiently.

"Finally," sighed Seth.

Once Shadow threw on his button-up shirt -- buttoning it most but not all the way up -- the two of them out of the bedroom.

Part way down the hall, Seth suddenly said: "wow."

"It was worth the wait after all, huh?" Shadow teased.

"Yeah. You even smell like a dom... sir."

Shadow was quite pleased to have all the work he'd done validated so soon.

"Let's see who's out there, shall we? Are you nervous?"

"Same as always. But... no more than an hour this time, okay? Please sir?"

Shadow knew that the "sir" was trying to push the point. Seth didn't want a repeat of last time, and Shadow could understand why.

"Alright. At least, not for you."

Shadow licked his chops. Seth smiled -- a mixture of relief and affection.

"Thank you, sir."

"Let's go."

It wasn't until Shadow had merged onto the highway, and he could relax a little due to the light traffic, that he glanced over at Seth in the passenger's seat. He was surprised by Seth's choice of T-shirt: "it isn't really bondage / until you want out."

"I'd forgotten you still had that," Shadow commented with his own affectionate smile.

"It's better to get the important stuff out of the way, right? Besides, you know I'm terrible at this."

"Nonsense! You've had a catch rate of 100% so far. And I really appreciate you."

"You appreciated me going out and getting buzzed?"

"You know what I mean," Shadow insisted, lowering the pitch of his voice to give it his dominant growl.

"Yes sir," Seth sighed affectionately, "I do. Consider this trip my apology for taking those extra shifts at work last weekend."

"Accepted -- gladly."

"You mean you're not going to start that argument again?"

"Not until tomorrow."

Shadow grinned. Seth chuckled.

"Thanks for letting me enjoy tonight, at least," he remarked.

When they got to the restaurant, Shadow was surprised how short the line to get in was.

"Uh, did we pick the wrong Friday?" he asked Seth, making sure the V in his dress shirt was the right length.

"You said so yourself," Seth reassured. "If there's anyone worth catching, I'll find them."

Once they got out of the car and took the stairs down, they found the place was nearly as loud as usual.

"So where're we parking?" asked Seth, directly into Shadow's ear to avoid shouting over the baseline of the music.

When the tiger took a brief look around, all of the corner booths were full. He had to slow down and look more carefully -- and resist the urge to ogle all the males around.

His eye caught one of the circular booths that would be less hidden, but still felt out-of-the-way. It was in fewer lines of sight than most of the other tables, something that was crucial for his ploy.

"Over here," he stated.

He started walked toward it, and the sergal followed him. But once Shadow sat down, his boyfriend nodded, and walked over to the bar.

Thus began the most boring part to Shadow. He never liked the atmosphere of places like this. While Seth seemed much more chill with it, he knew that the similarly-introverted sergal had to drink a bit to fulfill his role.

Fortunately, just as Shadow had pulled out his phone and was about to start surfing the web, he heard a familiar voice talk to him.

"Hey, how's it going?"

He looked up to see the young and rather attractive blackbird he recognized carrying an empty tray under his arm.

"It can't be too bad if we're here today, can it?" he replied with a smile.

They both politely chuckled. "Let me see... Ginger Ale, tall glass, an order of wings, and anyone you 'catch' goes on your tab, right?"

"That's right!"

"Cool! Be back in a sec."

This was why he liked Terry. Even if he hadn't quite figured out Shadow's strategy, he passed no judgement -- unlike the bartender, who would shoot him a look at the very least.

Once he was alone again, Shadow opened the club app to search for prospective thirds. He filtered on profiles of those present, and found only two who matched his kinks. There weren't many fish in the sea tonight, it seemed. But surely, Seth would find them.

Shadow then switched to browsing relevant porn, taking advantage of his screen's polarizing light filter. He thought of it as his way of "loosening up" instead of alcohol, since as the full dom, he always had to be on his toes. With great power came great responsibility, but especially when he didn't know their thirds.

Once his wings appeared, Shadow took a pause to nibble on one as he looked around the room for his boyfriend. Sure enough, there was Seth at the far end of the bar with someone. They were silhouetted in the relative darkness by the bar's overhead lamps, so Shadow couldn't tell anything except that he was a similar twink shape to Seth, though a little shorter.

He couldn't hear a word, but could tell from Seth's body language he was really into the guy. The other guy, at the very least, seemed to be engaged. Shadow's fish was on the hook, and Seth was trying to reel him in.

The tiger wished he could transmit psychic waves: come here to find a master for an evening of fun. It never worked, and staring at the two of them would only make time pass more slowly. But Shadow had learned that difficult lesson: no matter how eager he was to get started, these things cannot be rushed.

Shadow turned back to his phone, and kept watching guys do what he hoped would happen later on video. The drunk ones were especially hot to watch, showing similar diversity in behavior and attitude to the real-life counterparts he had learned to shepherd, torment, and play with.

"Shadow!" blurted Seth suddenly as he came back over to the table.

It made the tiger startle slightly, but he quickly recovered, and looked over at the male Seth had caught.

"This's Zrathie," Seth said in a rather hurried excitement, introducing the twink, who turned out to be a deer. "It's his profile name, yeah, but he said call him that 'cause he d'z't wn'n'y expozer."

Shadow thought he could interpret that, but clearly Seth's alcohol had kicked in. Even if he was faking a little -- as he sometimes did to come off less intense -- the affectionate kiss Seth gave the stag on the cheek proved he was definitely feeling it.

"Zrathie, this is Shadow... the best boyfriend ever."

The tiger gave a confident smile, resisting the urge to laugh. Since he was sitting, he gave a deep nod and hand gesture lieu of the traditional bow.

"Nice to meet you, best boyfriend ever," Zrathie replied with a nervous smile, bowing himself. It showed off the purple highlights in his hair and on his arms, which accented his pattern of grey and white fur.

Seth giggled at this. "C'mon now, sit!" the sergal encouraged as he slid around the booth on Shadow's left.

"What're you drinking?" asked the deer.

This was the first test. "I buy everyone's drinks at my table," Shadow answered with a purr.

It was his subdued first application of dominance. As he had hoped Zrathie smiled. "Okay," he said nervously, "but you're not gonna get me super drunk, are you?"

"Oh no, absolutely not. Just drunk enough for our evening plans." Shadow licked his chops rather dramatically, and gave his best lusty look.

Seth giggled.

The deer gave a nervous chuckle. But despite his nerves, he sat down next to Seth. Pretty close, in fact. Clearly, they had grown on each other at the bar.

Now that the boys were seated, the escalation could begin in earnest. It was when Shadow always wondered if he'd make a mistake, but once Seth had started helping him, he never had once. He just had to put his trust in Seth, despite the sergal's intoxication. It would still work out -- because it always did.

Soon, Terry appeared with the bottom third of a bottle of whiskey, presumably what Zrathie was drinking. The accompanying tab said it was quite expensive, but Shadow paid it without hesitation. The results later would be more than worth it.

Over the next two hours -- or what felt that long, even though it was surely less -- Shadow just watched the boys sip and bond, while he nibbled on his wings. He needed to stay in the background while they got comfortable with each other.

The tiger just briefly answered one question every couple minutes, turning his dommish charm on for a moment each time. The deer seemed to appreciate it, despite his comparative shyness, and seemed completely captivated by Seth.

The sergal was completely in the flow and at ease the other male. He was pretty tipsy now, and getting not only more forward, but a little louder and edgier in his tone and his language.

Zrathie didn't seem intent on finishing the bottle, but as Shadow hoped, still became more talkative as time went on and he took sips of his glass. He had to come out of his shell a little more, or Shadow wouldn't have anything to work with during their later fun at higher intensity.

Then the blackbird -- helpful and sharp as usual -- brought over glasses of water before Shadow even had to ask for them. The boys were too engrossed to notice, busy teasing each other about what each wanted in a boyfriend, or what previous boyfriends were like.

Shadow, meanwhile, listened for the key things he needed to hear. Allusion to kink? Check. Light bondage? Check. He didn't hear the specific kink he was listening for, and it wasn't on Zrathie's profile. Still, Seth had brought him over for some reason, so Shadow knew there must be more to him than met the eye.

Shadow had taken out his phone and was about to check his e-mail, when he heard what he was waiting for next.

"How about a drinking game?" Seth asked. "With water."

"What fun is that?"

"It's gotta be fair. Besides, it's just as fun, trust me. Let's see who can drink this tall glass of water faster. Our lovely dom for the evening can be judge who wins!"

"Alright," answered the deer with excitement in his eyes, "you're on."

Shadow's dick began to perk up once again. Unbeknownst to the stag, they had now officially transitioned to the kink part of the evening.

"Alright boys," Shadow announced, "get your glasses ready... On the count of three. One, two three!"

They chugged it. Seth had specifically had practiced this, so he won. But it was pretty close. The deer seemed to have quite a bit of practice chugging liquid himself, despite apparently preferring whiskey to beer.

"Ha!" gloated Seth.

"You cheated!"

"How?"

"Your glass is smaller!"

"What the shit? No it isn't!"

"It is! Go by the liquid meniscus!"

"What the shit are you talking about?"

"Calm down, boys, calm down," purred Shadow.

"He's right," the deer continued. "Let's have our judge weigh in. Because he decides the winner, right? And he could decide on the smarter one, or the hotter one, or the one with purple hair dye, or whichever he wants! Isn't that right, sir?"

That "sir" got Shadow's tent to finish forming. Did Seth tip him off, or was it spontaneous?

"Or, the biggest suck up rather than sucking down water," Seth snapped back.

"How about you come over here," Shadow purred to Zrathie, gesturing to his other side, "and then I'll decide who the winner is?"

As Zrathie got up, Shadow noticed his face was showing a hint of flushing. Clearly the alcohol was working -- and hopefully, that meant it would start working on his other bodily systems as well.

Zrathie sat next to the tiger -- just as close as he was to Seth before. Shadow tried a small escalation on this, wrapping his arm around the deer's leaner frame.

As the tiger had hoped, Zrathie leaned into the muscular shoulder. He even took a breath -- perhaps getting some of Shadow's musk.

Shadow pulled out his phone and opened a bookmark to one of his favorite pictures. It was an artistic, silhouetted form of what he always sought at these outings. But the angle exaggerated the strength of the positions and the spray look as lewd and messy as possible.

"Have a look at this," Shadow directed.

Zrathie looked over at the phone when Shadow held it in front of his nose. His eyes seemed to have trouble focusing, as he squinted, and stared at it for a good couple seconds.

"Is... is that... pee?" he finally asked. He voice sounded more eager than nervous.

"Which guy would you rather be?" Shadow asked.

This seemed to take the deer a good ten seconds of pondering and staring, before he rather suddenly looked Shadow in the eye, and said: "um... which do you want me to be?"

"I'm asking you," he purred. "This is why you're talking to Seth, after all."

"Well, um, not exactly. I couldn't put my real kink on my profile, because they don't have a tag for it."

That was not the answer Shadow was expecting at all. Apparently, before he could come up with his next line, the deer saw something in his face.

"I mean, I can do that if you want," he said. He squirmed a bit under Shadow's shoulder.

"In that case," Shadow purred. "You win."

Seth sighed -- but also did not protest.

"But I want this to be a fun evening for all of us. So what tag would you put if they had it?"

The deer brought his snout close to Shadow's head, as if to whisper -- but then blurted it out pretty loud: "pee holding."

Shadow's heart skipped. His usual appetizer could become a main course, and he would have to do a lot less work to do than usual!

Shadow smiled back. "Oh you naughty boy," he purred. "If that's your kink, you are in for a treat -- and a pretty rough evening. In fact, I'm going to get started right now."

Shadow paused dramatically, reading the deer's face. He still seemed excited.

"Give me control of your bladder for the evening," Shadow demanded, "starting right now. How about it?"

Shadow loosened his arm from Zrathie, making it clear he was free to leave. But instead, he just looked up at the tiger.

"So... I can't pee without your permission?" he asked. His face had fallen, but his voice was still excited.

He squirmed twice more and leaned forward more. Was the alcohol already working that fast?

"That's right. And I'm going to tell you right now," Shadow purred, wrapping his arm back around Zrathie, "if you want relief, you had better be good at obedience. And begging."

Zrathie looked quite flustered. But after a pause, and a deepening of his flush, he gasped: "I accept."

"'I accept' what?"

"Um... sir?"

Shadow then kissed Zrathie abruptly on a cheek, like a bird pecking a tree.

It was only when Shadow had returned to looking into his eyes that Zrathie reacted, as if his brain had a communication delay. He just gave an "mmph!" and then a giggle.

"Hey boyfriend," Seth suddenly piped up, "is it time yet?"

"It's started," Shadow stated clearly. "In fact, Zrathie is really excited about it. Are you ready?"

Seth continued the script. "I guess. Just let me first --"

As scripted, the sergal rather suddenly tried to get up, but Shadow grabbed his wrist.

"Hey," the tiger growled, "where are you going?"

"I've gotta piss," Seth answered, and tried to get up again.

But Shadow kept him down. "You're too late," Shadow purred. "I told you, it's started. Your bladder now belongs to me."

"Oh... but... shit, I'm pretty full already," Seth groaned.

Shadow was trying to evaluated the body language to see how much Seth was acting. He stayed frozen for a moment, just keeping Seth's wrist gripped. The sergal didn't struggle, but did cross his legs under the table.

"Just hang on a couple minutes," Shadow reassured, "then we can go. Okay?"

The only response was a wordless grunt from the back of Seth's throat.

"Okay?"

"Yeah, okay," Seth answered anxiously.

"Uh, hey sir," added Zrathie, as he cuddled up against Shadow's other side, "that goes for me, too."

"I thought it might," Shadow purred. "Thanks for sticking it out... you have no idea how exciting it is for me to watch drunk guys squirm."

Zrathie just gave a nervous chuckle -- and another squirm.

Shadow looked back over at Seth. The sergal didn't even seem to register the comment as he locked his eyes on the empty water glass in the middle of the table.

The boys were both rather uncommunicative after that. They simply shifted and squirmed in their seats. Zrathie soon started grabbing his crotch and leaning forward or backward to try and get comfortable.

These and other gestures got Shadow incredibly hot and bothered. As much as he wanted to feel them up, Shadow knew he needed to let them concentrate on their obedience. Seth had a pretty good bladder, but he didn't know about Zrathie, especially when he'd been drinking.

This was probably the reason Shadow liked watching drunk guys squirm more, he reflected. Not only did they seem to miss the urge until the situation was dire, but they were less able to hide their body's tells and sense of desperation and distress.

Their intoxication also might give them a higher risk of losing control, so it was a delicate dance. He wanted to savor this, but didn't want them to wet their pants in the restaurant -- or worse, ruin his car seats on the way home.

When Zrathie started rocking slowly, and Seth started shuffling his legs in a sitting version of the pee-pee dance Shadow recognized, they had risen further on the urgency curve. Every second of their discomfort was really submission. They were obeying their dom, despite what their bodies were telling them.

Every squirm and heavy breath was a silent plea to let them pee. Every time Shadow remained motionlessness in response, keeping his arms on their shoulders, it was a silent "no". It was a form of BDSM that required not a single piece of equipment, nor visible to anyone walking by.

It was a lovely overture to build up Shadow's excitement before the main event. And now, as hard as he was, Shadow wanted to proceed with that.

"Alright boys," he finally purred after declining anything else from Terry, "let's go."

Zrathie quickly got up -- but Shadow grabbed his wrist as he slid out of the booth.

"Want to finish the evening at our place?" he asked suggestively.

"Yeah," gasped the deer, pulling away again.

Shadow didn't let go. "Then let's go. This way."

"But may I pee now sir?"

"No. I need you like this," Shadow insisted -- putting a subtle note of begging note into his voice.

Zrathie seemed to freeze. This was the moment of truth. The moment when all of their hard work could be for nothing.

But then, a smile flashed across the deer's face, just for a moment. He looked at Shadow.

"You need me like this?" Zrathie repeated.

"I do," Shadow answered. "Do you want to find out what comes next?"

"Yeah."

"And can you hold it a little longer?"

"Uh... yeah," he said hesitantly.

"Then let's go."

***

Shadow put both of the bursting boys into the back seat. He wanted them within each others' reach for the drive home.

Once they had merged back onto the highway, Shadow heard the sound he expected from behind him: Seth undoing his pants.

"What're you doing?" asked Zrathie, clearly wincing from the timbre of his voice.

"Sir told us we have to hold it," growled Seth as the sound of skin being manipulated began. "This helps me hold it."

Shadow enjoyed the sergal's breaths and sounds, his own hard-on threatening to leak into his underwear. It became even harder when Seth added:

"You should try it. Besides, we're gonna want to see your dick sooner or later. Why not while you play with yourself?"

"I... um..."

Suddenly, Zrathie groaned, and Seth reached across the back seat.

"Shit, shit, shit, don't do this," he growled, messing with the stag's pants. "Don't piss in sir's car! Don't do that to me!"

Zrathie was suddenly struggling much harder. "Oh shit, oh shit," he moaned, "shit it hurts."

"C'mon, work with me. How hot am I on a scale of 1 to 10?"

Panting and more pawing sounds.

"Um... probably 6 or 7?" Zrathie answered, his breaths getting deeper and his voice getting flatter.

Seth resumed pawing on his own dick. "I'm flattered," he panted. "Now how about sir? What's his rating?"

"I don't know," groaned Zrathie. "Maybe same thing?"

"How's it going back there?" Shadow interrupted.

"I'm okay, just... it spasmed."

"No messes, sir," Seth answered. "Just in time."

"Good. We've got another 20 minutes. Hang in there, boys."

Zrathie moaned in pain. Seth took an extra deep breath through his teeth and blew it out.

"Is it really bad?" Shadow asked.

"Just... a bad spasm... I can hold it," Zrathie repeated, still breathing hard.

"That's a very good boy," Shadow purred.

"Repeat after me," Seth said, doing the next thing Shadow was going to bring up. "Green..."

"Green."

"Orange..."

"Orange."

"Red..."

"Red."

"Traffic lights."

"Traffic lights."

"That's our safe system. Okay?"

"Uh huh... I've used it before..."

"Well, it would be yellow," Shadow interjected, "but you could see how that would get confused."

"Once we get to the house," Seth continued, too distracted to let Shadow's moment of humor land, "red will let you pee no matter what. Remember that. Okay?"

"Uh huh." The distant voice between pants made Shadow wonder how well the stag was listening. But at least he had said the right words.

Panting and slow pawing continued.

"You boys still doing okay?" asked Shadow to break the silence.

"Uh huh," sighed Seth, though with some reluctance in his voice. "Pawing really helps those muscles inside clench it."

"Uh huh," repeated the deer.

"Zrathie? I hope you're enjoying it, even just a little?"

Seth didn't answer. After an awkward silence Zrathie said, "uh... yeah... but it's really intense right now... I'm gonna burst, I just know it."

If Shadow wasn't mistaken, there was a smile in his voice. That was all Shadow needed to know: he was still getting something out of this -- from the handling of his member by a hot sergal, if nothing else.

"Trust me, you won't burst," reassured Shadow. "Your bladder is far more stretchy than you realize. Isn't it, Seth?"

"That's what I learned when sir trained me," Seth answered. "It's why I'm able to hold out as long as he wants."

"That sounds... hard," said Zrathie through his heavy breathing. But again, there was interest in his voice.

"It was really hard at the start, peeing on sir's schedule no matter what. He really pushed me sometimes. But it's really helped me, and not just sir's choice nights. Long car rides and movies have gotten better... at least, until it's bad enough I have to play with myself..."

"I've... thought about it," murmured Zrathie.

At least, that's what Shadow thought he said as the road bumped loudly, getting a groan and an "oof" in the back.

As Shadow started to take his exit off the highway, he decided to ask another question for his own gratification.

"Zrathie, do you know the omorashi scale from 1 to 10?" asked Shadow.

"Yeah..."

"How bad do you two have to pee right now?"

"Eight," groaned Zrathie.

"I'm at a seven," sighed Seth as he exhaled through grit teeth. "But turning into an eight real fast."

"We're almost home," Shadow said, as he slowed to a stop at the bridge traffic light. "What color are you right now Zrathie?"

The deer just panted and groaned quietly for a moment before he said: "green."

"Atta boy," growled Shadow. He knew Seth would recognize that tone. "Don't worry, I'll give you boys relief soon enough."

Exactly how soon, though, he left unspecified. As he turned down the street, he stayed exactly at the speed limit -- despite the number of cars passing him.

Even if Zrathie didn't realize it, the true test of the stag's bladder had now begun.

***

Once they were parked in his garage, Shadow heard Zrathie try to open the car door. It didn't open.

As usual, the tiger had set the childproof door lock, just to hear him try the door. He quietly savored the stag's panic while he got out and went to Seth first.

The sergal was also now squirming constantly. When Shadow opened the door, he turned his body on the seat and hung his feet out, rather than just getting up. Shadow helped pull him up and forward to let his feet land on the concrete, as he seemed unable to pull his thighs apart. He only did that when Shadow had pushed his body into these extremely dire straights -- something Seth only let him do rarely, and never in public.

Shadow gave Seth a quick kiss of appreciation. Even though his boyfriend didn't smile, Shadow did see a glimmer in his eyes. He got the message.

While Seth uncomfortably walked to the entry mat and then stood there obediently as previously trained, Shadow went around to the other door of the car. He paused at the window to find Zrathie looking up at him expectantly, anxiously begging in silence with his eyes. But Shadow just stood there a moment, watching Zrathie squirm, pant, and continue to paw himself.

When he did open it, Zrathie shuddered and groaned, clearly having another bladder spasm because of how excessively much urine it was holding.

"Alright, boy, let's get you in the house. After all those drinks and a long car trip, you must be desperate for a nice, long, relieving pee."

Zrathie's response to Shadow's rubbing it in was just a moan with a whine in his voice, no words. His face was now completely flushed, and as Shadow had hoped, even once he put his dick back in his pants, his tent was pushing on his zipper on its own.

Shadow waited for the deer to awkwardly stand. Slowly, he escorted both males into the house -- with an arm around Zrathie to both guide and restrain him.

But rather than the bathroom down the hall -- which Zrathie stared at the moment he recognized it -- Shadow turned the corner.

Seth, knowing where Shadow was taking them, slipped in front of Shadow and opened the hallway door to the basement before they got to the kitchen. It gave Shadow a nice view of his continued bouncing and shuffling in place.

"Down the stairs," Shadow gently encouraged to Zrathie, as Seth turned on the light.

The stag stumbled a bit over his hooves trying to take his thighs apart, even for a moment. Or was that reluctance?

"Your dom is ordering you down the stairs to his play room." Shadow purred. "What color do you feel about that?"

"Green," he gasped through his heavy breathing.

Shadow kissed him on the cheek. "You're doing a great job," he purred, "tolerating all that pressure for me. That's what I like to see in my visiting boys. Head down those stairs, and the real fun will start."

Seth started moving down the stairs pretty quickly though still awkwardly. He had done this dozens of times, after all.

Zrathie, on the other hand, seemed to take it slow. Shadow couldn't tell if it was the alcohol making him fumble, or the pain. Or, he thought, perhaps something even more arousing to his dommish side: each step of the stairs might be jostling his bladder, making him feel like it "sloshed".

Once at the bottom, Seth turned on the light to the back basement. Once Zrathie came around the corner, he stared.

In particular, the deer's eyes seemed drawn to the "cage", a back part of the unfinished basement created by a half wall and bars Shadow had gotten mounted. The inside contained nothing but a bed, a book shelf, and a bucket.

Shadow took note of this, but gently guided Zrathie toward the other side of the room instead. There, a heavy wooden chair with restraints bolted on sat over a floor drain.

"Have a seat, boy," he growled.

Zrathie was almost shaking as he sat down in the chair, his legs crossing and uncrossing the moment he was seated. He seemed extremely distracted, but aside from his blush and hard-on, there was another positive tell. Without being instructed, he put his hands behind the tall chair back, bumping into the cuffs and making them clank.

That was another implicit green. It was time for Shadow to finally get into his element.

"Seth," commanded the tiger, "get him stripped and ready. I'll change and be back in a moment. Nobody makes a mess while I'm gone."

"Yes sir."

Seth immediately started taking off Zrathie's pants completely -- though it was quite awkward and a bit slow. Both actors involved could not remain still, due to Shadow's continued denial of their urinary urges.

Shadow went back upstairs to get himself ready. Not only going to the bathroom himself -- he was into control, not holding -- but also getting into his full dom attire. He dropped the button-up shirt for the tank top underneath it, and switched out his pants for a loincloth, consisting of a leather codpiece plate on the front and back.

When he returned to the basement, Seth was also bottomless as he knew he should be, and Zrathie was all set up. As Shadow expected, the deer wore even less clothing, having been stripped to complete nakedness, both for any of Shadow's plans and as a symbolic lowering of his status below Seth. His ankles were shackled to the front legs of the chair, and his wrists were locked into cuffs on the back.

Even though the deer could not cross his legs, his thighs and hips continued to squirm. His dick was erect, though likely not fully. Shadow also saw, for the first time, his foreskin was covered in the same fur as his chest. After a moment of staring, he decided it was worthy of a comment.

"That's a cute cock you've got, boy," Shadow commented. "Looks pretty angry, too... just the way I like it."

Zrathie seemed zoned out as he continued squirming.

"Hey!" snarled Shadow, snapping his fingers in front of the deer's face. "I'm talking to you, boy!"

Zrathie turned and looked at him, blushing, anxious, and in pain. Even so, his eyes seemed to scan Shadow's body, just a single up-and-down, before he returned to the tiger's face.

"What's wrong with you, boy?" the tiger demanded suggestively.

"I'm dying to pee! Please! I'm at my limit!" Zrathie whined.

"Ah ah ah," Shadow chastised, wagging his finger directly in Zrathie's face. "Weren't you listening to Seth during the long trip home? 'I really need to pee please I'm at my limit'... what?"

"Um, sir. I really need to pee, sir! Please, sir! I'm at my limit, sir!" he moaned, his legs crossing and uncrossing twice each in those short sentences.

Zrathie was clearly in enough pain to make obedience difficult. Shadow knew he would need to give the stag relief before too long, but he wanted to savor this while he could.

Shadow lowered his face into a disapproving look. "You foolish boy. Anyone who comes home to my house doesn't get any permission slips for free. Especially if they're drunk. And especially toilet permission."

He paused a moment, before bringing his head closer to the deer's antlers.

"Besides, your bursting bladder is your fault. I never once told you how much to drink, did I? You decided that. Now you're suffering the consequences. And you will continue to suffer until you can show me why you are worthy of toilet permission."

He whispered in the stag's ear: "Are you prepared to show me?"

"Y-y-yes sir! Anything sir!"

The stag's voice was desperate, but also, a little excited. It was pretty clear to Shadow he was still being turned on by this, despite the pain he was in.

"That's a good boy... but first, Seth. How are you doing?"

"I'm really bursting for a piss myself, sir. May I have toilet permission?"

"And why should I give it to you?"

"I have been a very good boy, sir!" Seth pleaded. "I've done everything sir has asked: went out to a bar, hooked a cute guy, built a connection with him, filled him up to badly need a piss, kept him from having an accident on the way home, and even got him set up for sir to torment and use any way he wishes! Isn't that enough, sir?"

Shadow gave a thoughtful pause. The litany was as much for Zrathie as his own satisfaction and enjoyment.

"Bring me the bucket," the tiger finally said.

Rather eagerly, Seth got it from the cage and brought it over.

Shadow put it down in Zrathie's lap, still holding the handle to keep it upright.

"Pee in it," Shadow said.

Seth stood on Zrathie's left, spread his legs, and after aiming his large dick, a stream of urine leapt out of his cock.

"Ahhhhh," Seth groaned -- a groan that probably was honest, but Shadow would have asked him for anyway.

Zrathie, as Shadow had expected, turned away. After all, this was the worst thing for him, and Shadow knew it. But given his restraints, the stag could not escape loud hammering sound of water against a bucket right in front of him.

Shadow enjoyed watching him wince, squirm, and even struggle a little against his bonds. It was finally bondage: in the face of this "water torture", he wanted out.

But at the same time, the bucket was tapped several times by something underneath. His pelvic muscles were clenching enough now to make his dick bounce -- a dick that would likely have been too short to hit the bucket at its previous half-chub. Seth's urine stream had made it grow.

"This is why I love Seth," Shadow explained, refusing to acknowledge any of this. "He is one of the few males to tolerate my special bladder training. He can both hold a lot and pee a lot whenever I ask him to. He's a very good boy."

He simply omitted all the rules they had around Shadow's kink to keep their relationship working. They would spoil the fun.

"How're you doing Seth?" he asked.

Seth just groaned in relief, as if it were a word. The flow of urine from his dick head, however, showed no signs of slowing.

"You know how good and satisfying it feels to finally empty a very full bladder." Shadow purred next to Zrathie's ear.

The stag just turned away and winced harder.

"You're desperate for that feeling, aren't you boy?"

Zrathie didn't answer, as Seth's stream finally started to slow down.

"You, too, can have it -- once you impress me just as much."

Seth's urine stream finally tricked to a stop after one full minute. After a pause and a sigh, he stepped back.

Shadow lifted the bucket higher, almost bumping Zrathie's nose.

"You want to impress me? How about a drink?"

But as Shadow aligned it with Zrathie's chin, he turned his head away. "O-o-orange," he stammered.

"Why you little shit!" snarled Shadow, making Zrathie wince again. "Alright then! You can smell like piss instead!"

He raised the bucket high above Zrathie's head -- pausing just long enough for the stag to realize what was about to happen and close his eyes.

Shadow did not just dump the bucket as Zrathie seemed to brace for. Instead, he dropped small splashes across the stag's shoulders, head, chest and legs.

"I want you soaked," he growled. "You should smell your disobedience from head to toe."

Only now, when there was a little in the bottom, did Shadow take several steps back. He waited until the stag braced, then threw the liquid at him. It splattered on the twink's body, making him shudder.

Zrathie held breath, and then spat a bit, but still did not open his eyes. His hair and antlers were dripping the yellowish liquid down onto his face.

Seth, without asking, was now at Shadow's side with a torn sheet of several paper towels. Shadow used them to wipe off Zrathie's face, hair and antlers.

"I'm going easy on you," Shadow purred as he finished up Zrathie's nose, letting him open his eyes. "I'm not making you get sergal piss in your eyes, despite your defiance. Isn't that nice of me?"

"Yes sir."

"Seth," instructed Shadow as he finished up Zrathie's muzzle and chin, "how about testing Zrathie out for me? We need to know how good he performs under pressure."

"Absolutely sir. Alright, boy," said Seth, suddenly switching to a harsh tone. "sir always wants his thirds to suck his cum down. You ready for some sergal meat?"

"Y-y-yes... sir?" asked Zrathie, still squirming his hips, but no longer struggling with his arms.

"That'll do just fine," Seth said.

Shadow smiled. Now relieved of his submissive role and a large quantity urine, Seth had finally completed the switch. He seemed quite eager for it.

"Open wide, boy..."

Zrathie did, and invited the dick -- bigger than Shadow's or Zrathie's, but the same as any other in shape -- into his mouth.

Shadow watched the stag start sucking. His head motions, at least, were pretty good to look at -- especially how he was able to deep throat, based on his shift in jaw position and pause in breathing.

Seth really seemed to like it. He wasn't nearly as much of a dirty talker as Shadow was during sex, but his breaths, his hips, and soon, the grabbing of Zrathie's antlers made clear he was trying to grasp an orgasm.

Zrathie encouraged him, trying to keep his dick in deeper for longer, and possibly even did something in his mouth with his tongue. Once that happened, it was only a handful of thrusts before Seth moaned loudly, and then slowed down his movements, panting for breath. Zrathie easily moved to swallow.

"Good boy," groaned Seth.

Shadow waited until Zrathie swallowed a couple times, and the deer began cleaning up the dick.

"How was he?" Shadow asked.

"Very... skilled, sir."

"That's good to know," Shadow said, as Seth removed his dick from the deer's mouth at last. "So it seems we don't need that training tonight."

Shadow now turned back to the deer, who was still squirming in his chair -- in fact, more than before, now that he didn't have anything to divide his attention.

"Alright boy," Shadow purred, "I'm going to give you another chance to obtain relief and escape your torment. All you have to do is answer some... very uncomfortable questions. How about it?"

"Yes sir," Zrathie said as he made another adjustment.

"Alright. To start, it seems like you have to pee, is that right?"

"Worst ever in my life, sir," the deer groaned.

"Flattery will get you nowhere," purred Shadow. "Besides, I told you, that's your fault. What were you thinking would happen when you had all those drinks?"

"I don't know sir," he whined, "just... a normal one night stand with a guy. Maybe going back to his place, maybe chatting, maybe nothing."

"And you never thought about the long car ride you'd have to endure?"

"You didn't let me pee when we left!"

Shadow remained motionless and silent. Zrathie squirmed and groaned a bit before he seemed to realize his mistake.

"You never let me pee when we left, sir!" he repeated, now even whinier.

"But you told me," Shadow insisted, "that you had a desperation fetish. You've never chosen to hold when leaving a bar, just so you'd be bursting when you arrived somewhere?"

"It's a private fetish for me, sir. I really feel embarrassed when I'm out in public and have to pee. Even with another guy friend. If I ever start squirming. I feel like everyone is staring at me."

"You mean, when it feels like now?"

"No! Like getting into your car probably an hour ago!"

Shadow made a guttural growl.

"... into your car, sir," he whimpered. "I'm sorry, sir! I'm really at my limit, sir! I can't hold it!"

"But you still are holding it," Shadow purred. "And you're not wearing pants to wet, so you wouldn't even be embarrassing yourself or ruining your clothes."

"Because you told me to, sir!"

"And because you still can. All you boys say you have a limit, but I know it's a lie."

"N-n-no it isn't, sir!"

"Well, you do have a limit, but it's not the one you think it is. You just are at your normie limit, where you can't run around with a hard on, take your pants off, publicly play with yourself, talk dirty with another guy, or squirm and moan loudly. All that lets you keep it inside much longer, and tolerate much more pressure."

Zrathie squirmed and wordlessly moaned. It was almost as if it was designed to turn Shadow on, but he presumed Zrathie was both too distracted and not sensitive enough to pull that off the way Seth could.

"That is my training secret," he continued. "I let you boys be naked, and lewd, and obscene, and horny, and honest with your bodies and desires. Then when I push you, you discover being at your normie 'limit' isn't so bad after all -- even when it happens in public. And when you've been to a bar and had some drinks, such horny behavior comes naturally... even to shy guys, right?"

"Um... I guess so... sir," whimpered the deer between breaths.

"Out of all the boys I've met, you're special in a different way," Shadow continued sadistically. "You're the easiest to keep corked. Seth here has been watching your cute dick, and is ready to start fluffing you the moment it stops being ragingly angry, just in case you might start leaking. But you're such a naughty and kinky boy, he hasn't moved a muscle."

"This... this is really hard for me, sir," Zrathie begged, "are we almost done?"

"But you're enjoying it. I can tell. Did you even know you could hold this much?"

"N-n-no sir!"

"See? I know your body better than you do. That's why I decide when you are allowed to pee, and how long you must hold it. I want all the enjoyment I can get out of your pain."

After another moan, Zrathie suddenly said: "please sir... orange."

"Alright you little shit," Shadow growled, "you want an end to playtime, huh? Then you're going to please me the quickest way possible."

He stepped in front of the deer, moving his hips directly in front of his face.

"Open up -- and do a good job."

Zrathie opened, lolling out his tongue -- and despite a squirm and his blush, his entire face seemed to relax.

Shadow got his hard dick from behind the leather and into the Zrathie's mouth in a heartbeat. Seeing them as extremely convenient, he also grabbed the stag's antlers and started moving his head with them. He felt his thighs and hands getting damp from the wet fur, but it didn't matter.

He started with short thrusts, and felt Zrathie focusing on the dick head, even getting under the foreskin. Then Shadow slowed down and tried a long thrust. As he had hoped, the stag smoothly let the deep throat happen, just holding his breath at the right time without a single choke.

"Alright, boy, enough warm up," Shadow gasped, "time to earn it!"

Shadow started his pattern: short, short, short, short, deep and slow, deep and slow; short, short, short, short, deep and slow deep and slow. After one early snort, the deer kept up -- and kept that tongue moving and working with Shadow's finely-furred foreskin.

As Shadow got close, he did one burst of shorts, and then faster longs. Zrathie seemed to lean even further into them, clearly eager to make Shadow come. And it worked.

The tiger roared as he climaxed, thrusting unevenly as he felt the semen pumping out. Zrathie didn't seem to resist it, just starting to lick a little and swallow.

"Very... good... boy," Shadow panted. "Seth... bucket."

The moment Zrathie finished cleaning the dick and Shadow backed away, Seth was ready with the bucket.

Shadow put it down between the stag's legs. It took Zrathie a moment for his dick to relax, but at last, the stag started peeing.

He also started groaning with every breath. It also took him a while, as the flow of urine came out a bit slower than Seth's heavy stream.

Shadow watched Zrathie's face: relief, but also if he wasn't mistaken, embarrassment. Or perhaps it was the arousal he had to suppress in order to make his body pee at last. At the very least, it was not the face of a partner who did not enjoy the evening.

Once the deer finished, Shadow started talking again. "Feel better?"

"Yes sir," sighed Zrathie. His body relaxed more than any time since Shadow had met him.

"I remember how good that felt," Seth commented as he knelt down and gently grabbed the deer's member, which began to rise again.

"I wonder," Shadow replied, as Seth started pawing Zrathie off, "if he peed as much as you did."

"You spent months training my bladder to play your games. I don't think he will."

"But he's got a fetish, don't forget. He wouldn't let me finish the interrogation about his urinary and sexual habits, but he's surely practiced holding. For all we know, he drinks a gallon of water every evening and watches porn for hours."

"Yeah, but you had to do a lot more than that to me in training. Besides, some desperation fetishists enjoy having a small bladder to experience it more often."

"Well it's clearly not sma--"

Shadow was interrupted by a loud moan as the stag came. He fell silent, and waited for Seth to finish Zrathie up.

"There we go," purred Shadow. "Isn't that better?"

"Yes sir," sighed the deer.

Only now, after everyone was satisfied, did Shadow release the binds of the chair. Zrathie stood up.

"How about a shower?" Shadow asked, dropping his dom at last. "I'm probably going to bed after that. And I need to sleep."

"Um... can I sleep in the cage?"

"I've learned never to cage on the first date," Shadow said with a smile.

Zrathie giggled. "Okay, but... what if you just leave the door open? And the bucket in there?"

"Well, if you insist, we can do that."

Shadow pat Zrathie's shoulder -- not wanting to hug his wet fur.

"Anyway, let's all go get cleaned up. Finally, you can visit our bathroom."

The End.