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John woke up with the sensation of not being in his bed. His body felt restrained and oddly exposed to the running A/C in the apartment. John opened his eyes to find that he had been stripped nude and tied into a sitting position over a bucket. The feeling of confusion quickly set into panic when John realized he couldn’t free himself. He called out for his boyfriend, Adam, who had been sleeping next to him last night. Soft footsteps became louder, and the door opened.
“Lauren,” Adam greeted, “You’re awake.”
John scowled, “That’s not my name.”
John was taken aback at his previously supportive boyfriend suddenly deadnaming him. The lack of urgency as Adam walked closer was a further cause for alarm.
“It is, don’t pretend that I haven’t seen your real name before,” Adam replied confidently.
John was at a loss for words, opting to instead stare at his boyfriend in disbelief.
“Let’s be honest with ourselves; you’re holding back from being yourself.” his boyfriend explained, “You might not see it, but I can, and it’s really bad for your health. Once all this trans shit is gone, you’ll feel so much better.”
John didn’t need to ask for clarification as he continued to hold in the obnoxious sensation of his bladder that had been slowly increasing since he woke up. It was safe to presume the items Adam had been insulting were his trans flag, pride merch, and boxers unceremoniously shoved to the bottom of John’s makeshift toilet.
“Trust me!”, Adam reassured.
John ignored Adam’s lingering gaze on his exposed breasts as he got up from his kneeling position to sit on their bed and watch TV. An episode began, and then the commercial break, but John was still at a loss as to how his sweet and caring boyfriend could have suddenly turned so cruel. John wondered if Adam’s personality was a facade with the goal of forcibly detransitioning him. The end credits started, and John’s face flushed hotly as a single drop of urine escaped from his hold. He turned to the bed and felt relief that Adam had not noticed his loosening bladder.
Despite John’s resolve, holding his pee in eventually became painful. Tears prickled in his eyes as small droplets fell onto his beloved possessions. He quietly hoped that releasing a small but quiet stream would delay his humiliation. John grimaced at the sensation of his desperation overwhelming his ability to control his bladder. He bit back a moan of relief as the soft trickle became a loud gush of pee that was amplified when the fabric dampened. The sound of the TV quieted.
“Good girl!”, Adam encouraged.
John refused to look at his boyfriend, attempting to turn his body away from the bed. These attempts were in vain as the rope was secured too tightly, and the clear material of the bucket made what was happening apparent. After a minute or so, the urine steadied to a few trickles and then to a complete stop.
Adam got off the bed and met John at eye level. Adam separated his legs as far as the restraints would allow to look below.
"See?" he stated, "You didn't need all of that."
John reluctantly looked down at the piss that had submerged his items. The trans pride stickers had turned to unrecognizable mush, and his pride flag now bore a stripe in the middle that would be permanently dyed an off-yellow.
Much to John's shock, his pussy throbbed in arousal at the sight.
