Omovember Day 9 & 10
Fandom: Welcome to Night Vale
Prompt: Tied Up/Tortured By Running Water
In which Cecil is far too cozy to want to get up to pee...not that Carlos has any plans of letting him, anyway.
This kinda sits right at the intersection of soft and sadistic, because, well, that is where I live. 😀
There is sex right at the beginning, but it's not described, like, at all.
Is there anything better than being woken up with sex? Getting tied up in the middle of said sex. Yeah, Cecil thinks, that's better.
Carlos binds him to the headboard with soft ropes and takes him slow and sweet, not particularly inclined to teasing the way Cecil is when their positions are reversed. No, when Cecil is the one bound it generally feels more like security than denial. They take their time with it, that's all, neither of them having anywhere to be all day.
Eventually Carlos shifts and sits up, murmuring something about running them a bath. It seems to Cecil that he's gone a long time, but maybe that's just because he's still tied to the bed with not much else to do.
Afterward, Carlos cleans him up a bit, pulling his pajama pants back on before snuggling up against him, dragging a blanket up over them. Cecil's hands are still bound, but he doesn't mind. The ropes are comfortable enough, and he's more than happy to continue enjoying the feeling of warmth and security.
He hears the bath running, but it's weird. The sound starts as expected, but then trails off, becoming a soft trickle. Cecil shifts in the ropes a bit, not exactly uncomfortable, just...a little antsy, perhaps.
He hopes Carlos is coming back soon.
A few more minutes pass, and the slightly edgy feeling cannot compete with the early hour and the lingering afterglow, and he closes his eyes, beginning to drift a bit.
Cecil dozes, not quite asleep, but deep enough to be blissfully comfortable, enough that when the need to use the bathroom finally breaks through to his conscious mind, he resists it, not wanting to wake up enough to tend to the urge. Deep enough that when he finally groans, succumbing to the consistent pangs of his bladder, and tries to roll out of bed, it takes him a moment to remember why he can't.
Carlos is beside him again. "Hey there, sleepyhead," he grins, running a hand along Cecil's jaw, leaning in to kiss him, slow and sweet. Cecil melts into it, a slight twinge reminding him he can't relax too much.
But oh, this is so nice. Carlos shifts closer, the kiss deepening. It's slow and unhurried, not meant to go anywhere, just enjoying each other.
Unhurried is not exactly working for his bladder, though. Not now, he thinks in annoyance, wanting to keep enjoying this moment.
But the need is building, and he can still hear the tub running, that soft, constant trickling sound, and he's not sure exactly how long he was drifting, but surely it should have filled by now...
He shifts, realizing he's going to have to ask Carlos to let him up, but just as he opens his mouth to do so... As though reading his mind, Carlos pulls away slightly. "I should probably go check on the bath, let some of that water out before it overfills."
"Just... Turn it off," Cecil gasps, beginning to find it hard to think past the sound.
"Mm, but then it won't be warm anymore. I'll be right back, baby, don't worry."
Cecil squirms, deeply thankful that Carlos hadn't bound his legs. He crosses them tightly, trying not to think about warm water, overfilling, as he wriggles around on the bed in an attempt to ease the pressure. It's no use. Left with his own thoughts, he has to acknowledge that those thoughts pretty much all focus on the fact that he needs to piss now.
He swears he can actually hear the sound of water sloshing from the bathroom as Carlos reaches in to pull the plug. He waits, wondering what's taking so long, then realizes he would have to wait for the liquid to drain before reinserting the stopper.
Cecil whimpers softly, shifting around some more in an attempt to find a more comfortable position. He's beginning to suspect that such a position doesn't exist, unless it's squarely in front of the toilet.
He'd like to play it cool, but it's really getting urgent, and the moment his boyfriend walks back through the door, he feels any semblance of resolve break.
"Carlos, can you untie me now? I... I have to go to the bathroom. Badly," he can't help adding, wriggling a little as another wave of need overtakes him.
"Aw, but you look so cozy, baby. Can you wait a little longer?" Cecil whimpers, mentally redacting anything he may have thought about Carlos not being inclined toward teasing as he realizes the scientist must have planned this all along.
He perches on the bed, waiting for Cecil's answer, not moving to lay back down with him until he nods his assent. The need to go seems to increase considerably with the attention, and Cecil wonders how long Carlos is going to make him wait, breathing speeding up in anticipation.
He squeezes his legs together, wriggling in place, but Carlos gently pulls them apart again, running a hand softly down his inner thigh. "You're trembling, baby."
"I -- oh -- I really need to -- Carlos!" He can feel it, his body shaking with the effort of holding it in. He can't grab himself, can't close his legs, he can hardly even squirm with Carlos holding him in place in so many ways.
Carlos kisses him slowly, fingers trailing light patterns over his thigh. Cecil tries to just enjoy it, the fullness, the sensation of being in Carlos' hands, at his mercy. The feeling of the ropes, soft against his skin but holding him firm. The sound of the faucet in the background, that soft, steady stream of liquid, dripping down to pool in the tub below...
"Oh... Oh, Carlos, I need to go..."
"Mm, but this is so nice," Carlos murmurs, punctuating the statement with a soft kiss. "You don't want to get up now, do you?"
"N-no," Cecil agrees, doubt evident in his voice. He really doesn't. He wants to stay right here with Carlos, wants to keep holding on, but...
"Carlos, please, if you don't let me go to the bathroom soon, I'm gonna--"
"Going to what, Cecil?" Carlos' voice is full of gentle amusement as he trails a hand down Cecil's chest, lightly, slowly sliding down to where the need is building and building, and oh, Cecil can't stand it anymore. He feels the inevitable pressure as Carlos reaches his swollen bladder and continues his path down, fingers trailing from top to bottom, an intense wave of need crashing through him at the sensation.
"Carlos, please!"
"Please what, baby?"
''Ohhh..." He doesn't know, doesn't know what he wants, and Carlos is repeating the motion, even slower this time but with slightly more pressure. His bladder tightens as though knowing what's coming, and it only makes the sensations intensify. Carlos' fingers slide against his desperate need again, so slowly, keeping him agonizingly on edge -- but this time, when he reaches the bottom, he pushes his hand back up, his palm grinding against the need as he strokes upward.
By the third pass Cecil is shivering, high, distressed noises falling from his lips. He can't take it anymore, feels sure he's going to lose it if Carlos touches him there one more time, but oh, it's coming, it's inevitable --
Carlos' hand brushes him again, and though Cecil tries to keep still, his body squirms frantically away. He tugs hard at the restraints, knowing rationally that he can't get free, that he doesn't want to, but oh, rationality is far away right now. He's practically out of his mind with need, trying so hard to get any sort of relief, but his struggling only makes everything feel more urgent.
"Carlos, please, it's an emergency!"
"An emergency, huh?" Carlos repeats, pulling him back in, flush against his body, but not putting any additional pressure on his bladder, not yet. His tone is sweetly concerned as he asks, "Are you going to have an accident?"
"Yes," Cecil sobs. "If you don't let me go right now I'm going to -- oh -- ohhhh -- ooh Carlos please, please just let me go now!"
"Not yet."
"But I need to pee, Carlos!"
"I know, baby, just hold it in a little longer for me, you can hold it." Carlos goes back to kissing him softly, fingers trailing lightly over his skin, and Cecil calms slightly, but...
"But what if I really can't?" he whimpers. He keeps trying to cross his legs, but each time he does, Carlos gently pulls them apart again, and each time, Cecil's hands tug hard at the restraints, the motion completely involuntary as his body instinctively tries to grab at himself, tries to hold on a little longer, succeeding only in sending little jolts through his body as the motion is impeded.
And still that sound nags at the edge of his consciousness, the water trickling, flowing, driving him slowly out of his mind.
"You can, Cecil, I know, I know you want to let go so badly, but you can wait a little longer." Cecil rocks from side to side on the bed, whining pitifully. Carlos strokes his leg slowly, fingers lighting on the inside of his knee and sliding up, up...
"Do you need some help, baby?" he asks as he brushes ever so lightly over Cecil's soft cock.
"Please," he assents in a fervent gasp, and then groans loudly as Carlos wraps his hand around his cock, gripping and squeezing him so perfectly, forcing the need back the tiniest bit.
"Is that good, Cecil, is that what you need?"
"S-so -- ohh -- Carlos..." What he needs is to pee, oh please, he needs it so much, but oh, the pressure feels heavenly.
"Good, baby, that's good. There, you can wait awhile longer now, can't you?"
Cecil whimpers, trap sprung. "Please Carlos... Need to go... Need to..."
"I know you do, baby, I know. You've been waiting so long. And first thing in the morning, too, when your body is conditioned to go as soon as you wake up. That was quite awhile ago, wasn't it, sweetheart?" Cecil nods helplessly. It feels like ages ago, and he's been holding it and holding it, and he doesn't know how much more he can take --
"Scientifically speaking, you must be just... super desperate by now, baby."
"Ohplease," Cecil gasps quietly, writhing, unable to deal with Carlos talking science at a time like this. "Let me, oh, Carlos, please let me..."
"Is that how we ask for permission?"
"Carlos please may I go to the bathroom, please," he says in a rush. He hadn't even been fully aware of his own begging, but his mind instantly latches onto the idea of permission once it's mentioned.
"Is it really that bad, baby?" Carlos pumps him once, gently, without loosening his grip, and oh, that feels so good, even as it jostles the desperation.
"It really -- mm -- really is, Carlos, please!" He wants to wait, really he does, but he's so full, he can't take much more --
"Hmm." Carlos looks him over. "I suppose if you need it that badly..." Cecil hardly dares breathe. "I probably should let you up..."
Cecil can't even beg anymore, just bites his lip, eyes pleading as he waits for Carlos' decision.
"You're just so gorgeous like this," Carlos breathes, and Cecil swears he feels the need slam into him all over again as he's gently denied. "So adorable, all squirmy and needy and so desperate for me... I could keep you here like this all day..."
Though he knows Carlos is teasing, he feels a jolt of panic at the idea. "Can't," he pleads, "can't hold it anymore, ohhh I need to go so bad..."
Carlos ignores his begging. "Would you like that, Cecil? If I kept you right here with me, all warm and cozy in bed, your bladder so nice and full, right here on the edge, until you can't take it anymore?"
"Can't, can't--"
"Until you can't wait another second..."
"Can't, Carlos!" he insists.
"You're still holding," Carlos points out gently.
He is, but he doesn't know... "Can't... Wait... Much... Longer," he manages.
"It doesn't look like it, baby," Carlos agrees. "I know you're trying so hard, doing so good for me, Cecil, but it's getting so hard to keep it in now, isn't it?"
"Y-y--" Cecil can't even get the word out, managing only tiny, helpless, vaguely affirmative whimpers. He needs to -- he's going to -- he can't --
"Just a little more, Cecil, I know, you want to let it out so badly, don't you? Oh, you poor thing, you must be so close to losing control. Trying so hard to keep waiting, but you're really about to wet yourself any minute now, aren't you, sweetheart?"
"Y-yes... Carlos... Gonna..." He really is. He's trying his hardest, but oh, it's coming, it's coming now, he can't help it --
Carlos leans in close, murmuring in his ear. "Except... You don't have permission yet, do you?"
Cecil howls, body arching, hands pulling against the ropes hard enough to rattle the headboard. "Please may I wet myself, Carlos please please!"
"Oh, Cecil," Carlos moans. "Fuck, so gorgeous. Wait just a little longer for me?" and the note of breathlessness in his tone is very compelling, but...
"Can't..."
"You can, baby, just a little more, I promise..."
"Gotta go, Carlos, gotta pee, oh please, please," Cecil babbles, scissoring his legs frantically.
"I know, I know, you can do it, Cecil, so good, just hold on, it's all right--"
Carlos keeps up the constant stream of encouragement, but Cecil can't parse the words anymore, is only aware of the sound of his voice, the feeling of it against his ear, and the sharp ache of his distended bladder, the sensation of hands smoothing over his skin.
And the sound of the water, trickling straight through his consciousness.
He swears it's getting louder, changing in pitch. He can't stop picturing it, moaning helplessly at the mental image, the stream falling so slowly, drizzling into the growing pool until finally water creeps up the edges of the tub, rising and rising until it's lapping softly at the very brim -- at the very edge --
Carlos shifts, beginning to pull away, clearly having had the same thought, and Cecil panics, trying to reach out for him, sending another hard jolt through his aching bladder as he's pulled up short again.
"Don't leave, please don't leave, I can't --" he begs in earnest. Teasing is all well and good, but he can't bear the thought of being without Carlos now, even for a moment, not when he's teetering so helplessly on the edge of control.
"Alright, it's all right, I'm here baby," Carlos murmurs, snuggling back against him.
The moment is broken, though, the quick burst of panic too much for his overloaded body. Cecil feels himself go very still, eyes sliding shut as he gasps. "Oh... Oh, Carlos... I... I'm going to..."
"Not yet, Cecil."
"Carlos, I need to go," he insists quietly, not sure whether he's pleading or apologizing at this point.
"Hold it."
Cecil is just about to start begging again, to insist that he can't, when there's a loud splashing sound.
"Oh dear," Carlos says, glancing up toward the bathroom for the briefest moment. His voice is right against Cecil's ear as he continues, "It sounds like something just overflowed..."
Cecil wails, the sound completely uncontrolled as he yanks as hard as he can at the bonds. "Oh please, oh please please please please please!"
Carlos presses him back into the bed. "I know, I know, just another minute --"
And Cecil squirms, and sobs, and disobeys. Lost in a haze of need, he's not even aware that he's wetting until the relief hits him. Even then, it's a moment before he can process all the sensations overwhelming him -- the warm liquid flowing over his skin, sticking his pajamas to his legs, the sharp, almost burn of piss rapidly leaving his body, the absolutely blissful feeling of release -- enough to even try to stop.
He tries, but he's already soaked himself, and the bed, there's a puddle spreading up his back and it feels so incredible, he can't stop it now.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Carlos, I tried," he sobs, and Carlos hushes him gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"It's okay, baby, I know you did, you tried so hard for me, it's all right, you needed it so badly, didn't you, love?" He cups him between his legs, where piss is still streaming out. "Does that feel good, baby?"
"S-so... Ohhhhh... SogoodCarlos..." He moans helplessly as he empties himself, Carlos continuing to soothe and stroke him through it.
Blissfully comfortable at last, Cecil murmurs happily as Carlos unties him and shepherds him into the bath. There's an odd assortment of towels on the floor, clearly intended to mitigate the mess of the overflowing tub, and Cecil smiles. Carlos really had thought of everything.
The thought nags at him, though, as Carlos settles into the warm water behind him. He's mostly still floating in the warm, fuzzy feeling, but there's a certain tension at the back of his mind.
Carlos presses a gentle kiss behind his ear. "Is everything okay, baby?"
It takes Cecil a moment to pull his thoughts together. "You planned everything..."
"I did," Carlos agrees, leading him to keep talking.
"I just..." Cecil makes a tiny, unhappy noise. "Just wanted to hold on for you, that's all."
"Oh, honey," Carlos says, wrapping him up tight in his arms. "Cecil, baby. I planned everything. I was never going to give you permission." Cecil's answering oh is really more of a soft gasp as he gets it. This entire time, Carlos has been pushing him into a genuine accident. The understanding is enough to bleed almost all the tension right back out of him.
Almost.
But Carlos is still murmuring into his ear. "However, if you'd like to discuss punishment, we can certainly do that in a little while, once we make sure you're taken care of. Does that sound good, baby?"
Cecil nods happily, feeling a thrill of anticipation go through him. For now, though, he settles back against Carlos, closing his eyes and finally relaxing completely.
After all, they have all day.
