Chapter 4
Chad woke up to a rumbling stomach, a hard cock and Peter snoring into his ear. He was warm and comfortable, and though he had to pee, he could hold it for a while longer before it got uncomfortable.
It was nice.
He stayed where he was for another ten minutes, enjoying the rise and fall of Peter’s chest against his back, snuggling deeper into his pillow with a contented sigh. When he felt Peter waking up behind him he grinned.
“You’re awake,” Peter accused. His voice was rough with sleep, but he sounded relaxed and happy.
When he kissed Chad’s neck, mouth wet and lazy, Chad shuddered.
Peter sucked a hickey into the skin where Chad’s neck met his shoulder, taking his time, and if it weren’t for his bladder getting more and more insistent Chad would have stayed right where he was.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, scooting away from Peter toward the edge of the mattress. He was just about to swing his legs over the edge when Peter grabbed him, yanking him back and rolling on top of him.
Peter’s massive body pushed him into the mattress and made it hard to breathe.
“Stay,” Peter commanded impetuously, curling his arms under Chad’s chest and squeezing him tight. Chad huffed, feeling like a well loved teddy bear. Peter was rarely this out of it, and Chad was enjoying the experience. That, and having Peter on top of him always made for a good time.
“I have to pee,” he objected, but Peter showed no signs of rolling off. He made a dismissive sound, squeezing Chad tighter and burying his face into his neck.
“Peter?” Chad said when the alpha didn’t reply.
“I’ll pee on you,” Peter muttered, his breath hot against Chad’s skin, making no sense at all. He started rutting his hips, and for a second Chad forgot about his bladder. Peter’s cock was fully erect, pressing into his lower back, his knot practically cradled between the cheeks of Chad’s ass.
It was glorious.
“Please don’t,” Chad said with as much sincerity as he could muster. He liked getting kinky with Peter, but it was too early in the morning for watersports.
Peter paused the lazy thrusting of his hips, holding himself up so that just the tip of his massive cock rested on Chad’s lower back.
“Okay,” he said, sounding amused and fractionally more awake. “No piss play.”
Chad laughed, and Peter lowered himself down and ground his cock into Chad’s back.
He felt Peter move, reaching over toward the bedside table, and when he turned his head he could see the alpha yank open the drawer and pull out one of the many, many bottles of lube they had stashed around the bedroom and the rest of the penthouse.
“Peter, let me go to the bathroom,” Chad said, his voice sounding a little desperate to his own ears.
Peter ignored him, expertly lubing up his cock while he held Chad in place.
His broad hand was splayed over Chad’s upper back, pinning him, and even when Chad put all his effort into it, he couldn’t buck him off.
“Peter!” Chad growled, making the alpha on top of him laugh.
“You can hold it,” Peter declared, aiming the head of his cock at Chad’s opening and dragging it around his rim. Chad could feel it, blunt and hot, and he couldn’t deny that it felt good.
Except he really, really had to pee.
“I can’t,” he complained, fisting his hands in Peter’s swanky Egyptian cotton sheets. He was about to object more, but Peter snapped his hips forward and fucked into him.
Chad let out a grunt, clenching his eyes shut at the unexpected invasion. It had been a month and a half since the last time since he’d been fucked, and Peter was huge.
“You’re tight,” Peter growled, lying down on Chad’s back and curling an arm around his throat. He held Chad tight, pushing his cock deeper and deeper until he was buried to the hilt.
Chad focused on his breathing, the feelings coursing through his body almost too much. Peter was so big inside of him, stretching him open without a shred of mercy, and his body felt like a massive, immovable thing on top of him. Chad felt smothered and claimed, and his cock was hard as a rock.
And he still really, really had to pee.
“Push your ass up,” Peter demanded, and then proceeded to drag his tongue up Chad’s neck and over his ear. It made Chad shudder in pleasure.
“I’m seriously going to piss the bed,” Chad warned, feeling a little panicky at the thought.
He hadn’t wet the bed since he was three.
“No you’re not,” Peter said, his voice laced with warning. Chad clenched down, wondering what Peter would do if he proved him wrong.
Whatever it was, Chad was sure he’d enjoy it.
“I won’t,” Chad confirmed, gasping when Peter lifted his hips and fucked into him again.
“Good boy.” Peter bit down on his neck, licking and chewing as he started fucking Chad’s ass with hard, deep thrusts.
Chad grit his teeth as his body was racked with pleasure, the intense sensation of being filled and claimed competing furiously with his bladder’s urgent need to relieve himself.
It was unlike anything Chad had ever felt, though he didn’t doubt for a second that Peter knew exactly what he was doing.
“Peter!” Chad called out at a particularly vicious thrust that bludgeoned into his prostate.
Rather than respond, Peter did it again, and Chad twisted his head and bit down on the arm curling around his throat. The feel of Peter’s salty skin between his teeth, soft and smooth and layered over hard muscle, felt amazing.
His rhythm stuttering, Peter slammed his hips home and exploded into orgasm. His body dropped down on top of Chad, crushing him, shooting what felt like a tsunami of come into his well fucked hole.
“You’re awful,” Chad whined when he felt Peter’s knot start to inflate inside of him. He tried to wriggle his body—to get comfortable—but it was no use with Peter pinning him to the bed like he was trying to win a wrestling match.
Peter laughed. “You love it.”
Chad closed his eyes and didn’t reply. It was true: he did love it. Even as Peter’s knot made his insides feel even more full, pressing against his bladder and making him feel like he was literally going to burst, there was something about the feeling that just did it for Chad.
“What happens if I can’t hold it?” he asked after a few seconds, squeezing the muscles in his groin and ass as hard as he could in a way that Peter was no doubt enjoying tremendously.
“I’d have to punish you,” Peter said, his voice darkly amused. He rocked his hips forward, and Chad gasped as the movement of the huge knot inside of him forced a tiny stream of urine out of the tip of his cock.
He wondered what Peter meant. So far the two of them had gotten plenty kinky—Peter tying him up and using him in ways Chad would never in a million years have thought would be enjoyable—but there had been very little discipline involved in their play. Not the real kind.
Chad knew that was intentional. Peter was easing him into things, taking his time and making sure Chad wasn’t too overwhelmed or feeling railroaded.
Just looking through the contents of Peter’s playroom was enough to tell him that the alpha was much kinkier than a little bondage and the occasional playing dress up.
“Feel good?” Peter chuckled, pushing his hand down the underside of Chad’s body, over his pecs and abs, landing on his lower stomach and feeling the slight swell of his bladder. Chad shuddered.
“It’s weird,” he replied honestly and breathless. “Intense.”
Peter grinned into his neck and rubbed his hand over Chad’s bladder, pushing down and making Chad more convinced than ever that he was going to wet himself.
“Peter! Fuck,” Chad gritted his teeth and tried to push his body up and away from the merciless touch, but all it did was push Peter’s knot deeper into his hole—and into his bladder.
Counting his breaths, his whole world narrowed down to the knot in his ass and his effort not to pee, Chad thanked God he wasn’t an omega. Peter’s knot knew that Chad’s hole wasn’t what it wanted, and within minutes of expanding to its full size it started to deflate.
Chad could feel the pressure inside of him—and on his bladder—lessening slightly, Peter’s come leaking out of his hole around his softening cock.
Still, Peter made no move to get off him.
“Peter?” Chad asked when Peter just laid there, using Chad’s hole as his own personal cock-warmer.
“Mhhm?” Peter made a noncommittal sound.
“Can I get up?” Chad asked, the undignified whine in his voice not bothering him in the slightest. He wriggled, but it didn’t do him any good. “Please?”
Now he sounded really desperate.
Peter considered it for a second, and then rolled off Chad’s back with a heartfelt sigh. The second the bigger alpha’s weight was off his body, Chad bolted from the bed and into the bathroom to relieve himself. He yanked the toilet seat up and aimed his hard cock, letting go.
Pissing had never felt better.
“I didn’t think you were going to be able to hold it,” Peter said from behind him. Chad looked over his shoulder, his bladder still emptying itself into the toilet, with a glare.
“That was so fucking mean, dude,” he said. Rather than take offense, Peter just grinned and sauntered up behind him. Not wanting to stop pissing mid stream, Chad stayed where he was as Peter wrapped him up in a big hug from behind.
“Watersports not your thing?” Peter asked, reaching down and commandeering hold of Chad’s cock.
The touch of Peter’s rough fingers on his member, holding it gently in the palm of his hand, was one of the strangest feelings Chad had ever encountered.
Not wrong, exactly, but definitely not right, either.
Peter pinched down, stopping the stream of piss, but before Chad could complain he let go and Chad was allowed to finish relieving himself.
“I don’t want to piss the bed, no.” Chad couldn’t help the way his voice came out a little hitched and breathy.