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Seriously guys I had no idea how to name this one so that's what you'll get lol

Okay so this one goes out to my buddy @_RileyTheIdiot_, thanks for requesting a piss kink chapter, since you're "preppy", I tried my best to write something that lives up to your non-existent expectations.(Also if Wattpad takes down my book for this one, I couldn't even defend myself.)

Anygays, if you feel repulsed by pee I absolutely understand, so I will clarify for anyone who's not sure if they wanna read this or not:No one pees on or in anyone in this chapter (except on themselves and it's not really on purpose either).

So yeah, you have been given the proper tools to make your decision, and if you realize halfway through that it was the wrong decision, feel free to leave at any point.

That being said enjoy this "preppy" oneshot

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This wasn't the first time it happened. But for some reason, Maurice had made bad decisions today. They were out on their monthly date together. Not that they did that only once a month, but they had decided that once a month, they'd go somewhere fancy.

Now, fancy doesn't necessarily have to mean expensive. Just maybe something else than a restaurant. All three of them had come up with amazing ideas.

Tim had taken them to an amusement park where Maurice almost vomited in a rollercoaster, Maurice had made them go on a haik together and sleep in a tent at the countryside. Berdar complained to this day about the back pain he got from that night.

Well, today had been his turn. And what's nicer than a two hour trip into nowhere? Nowhere being a beach. But really, there was no human in sight for the entire time they'd been there, so it was a great pick.

Maurice kept bugging him on how he found this random spot on planet earth with no human soul around, but Berdar kept his mouth shut with a smug little smile.

Right now, however, they were on the way back. And Maurice had made bad decisions. All day, he had been chugging down one water bottle after the other. He wasn't one to handle heat very well, so he'd gotten a habit to drink a lot whenever he was out in the sun.

But he hadn't considered the fact that they had to basically drive two hours through the desert to get here, with no such thing as a public toilet to stop at.

It was fine, he told himself. It wasn't that long of a way. And that seemed to kind of work out, until Tim took a turn with the car and they drove on a dry path full of rocks and bigger stones. Maurice gasped as soon as the car began to shake, thighs squeezing together.

"You alright?" Tim's eyes found his in the rear mirror.

"Yeah, uh, I just kinda gotta pee..." Tim's eyebrows raised a little.

"How bad? It's still gonna be a while till we get home."

"Ah it's fine," Maurice chuckled, "I'm not gonna pee in a bush or anything."

Berdar looked back at him too now, looking like he was about to say something, but then he didn't. He just took in the picture of Maurice sitting in the backseat, squeezing his thighs together and trying to breathe slowly. He swallowed and turned back around.

It was whatever, really. He could definitely stay like this for another hour, it was absolutely no problem.

"Ffff-"Berdar and Tim whipped their heads around at the same time after they drove over a bump, and watched Maurice bite down on his lip hard, hands pressed down on his crotch now.

"You good there?" Tim asked, eyes quickly going back to the road. "Did you pee your pants yet?"Maurice's cheeks were turning a dark shade of read, but he shook his head.

"No, no, I'm alright."

"You don't sound very alright. Are you sure you don't wanna stop somewhere? It's not gonna be a pleasure to clean your pee off the car seats, y'know?" Tim grinned a bit, but Maurice could tell he still kind of meant it.

Of course. Who wouldn't hate that? It was nasty. And he didn't want to be the one responsible for it. But peeing in the desert?

There were only a few trees here and there at the side of the road. They hadn't passed too many cars so far, but if anyone came by, they would definitely see him. But telling his boyfriends that he was too embarrassed to pee against a tree also wasn't really on his bucket list. So he decided to give them an awkward smile and assure that it was alright.

Tim just nodded in acknowledgement, and after another minute, Berdar was chatting away about his next ice hockey game, about how the other team had played unfairly all the last times but they couldn't do anything because no one saw it the last times, and how they planned on exposing their faul tricks this time around.

He was just going on about the other team's captain when Maurice harshly gripped the back of his seat, making Berdar jump in surprise.

"Oh my fucking god, Maurice!" He let his head fall back against the seat with a sigh. "You scared the living shit out of me."

"Guys I need to pee."

"We know," Berdar said, glancing at him.

"No, I mean like, right now. Immediately. Please?"

"Yeah, sure." Tim slowed down the car and they came to a stop at the side of the road, if it could even be called that. More like a little path.

Maurice opened the door while still struggling with the seatbelt. He stumbled out of the car as soon as he was free, curling up on his knees in the grass.

"Shit, that bad?" Tim asked, looking back at him. Maurice was beyond embarrassed now. He couldn't get up. No way. He'd totally pee his pants if he got up right now. He needed a moment.

The door to the passenger seat opened, and Berdar stepped out, walking over to him.

"Do you need help?" He squatted down next to Maurice, who was still trying his best not to pee his pants. Maurice just took a few deep breaths before holding bout his hand, which Berdar quickly took."Alright, let's get you to the side of the road. C'mon."

Berdar helped him slowly get up, and Maurice stumbled towards a tree slowly, squeezing Berdar's hand tightly.

"There. Can you stand?" Maurice just crossed his legs again, leaning against the tree in an awkward position. "Uhm- can I...?"Berdar reached for his zipper, and Maurice nodded.

"Yeah, please," he said with a breathy voice, watching Berdar unzip his pants and open the button. He helped tug it down a little, but Maurice's thighs were squeezing hard around the fabric, making it almost impossible.

"Do you need to pee or not?" Berdar chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm- alright give me a second." Maurice leaned against the tree with one arm before quickly tugging down his briefs in one swift movement. They both stared in silence at Maurice's erection."Well fuck me," Maurice groaned.

Berdar looked between his hard dick and his face a few times with a speechless look before blinking himself out of his tunnel.

"Want me to help?"

"It's gonna hurt," Maurice whined, not very keen on pissing with a hard one.

"Well it's not my fault you got hard. How'd that even happen?"

"I don't knowww," Maurice hissed, he really needed to pee, and was dreading it more with every second now.

"You guys still alive? How much did you drink, Maurice?" Tim yelled over at them, getting out of the car too now. Great. Just great. Maurice sighed, staring at the tree in embarrassment.

"Canyouhelpmemaybe?" He mumbled, hoping Berdar would understand him and not ask him to repeat himself. Berdar stared at him for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah, alright." It's not like this was weird or anything. Maurice is his boyfriend. He's seen him pee before, he's touched his dick before, for fuck's sake! Why was he being nervous?

Berdar decided to ignore it and help Maurice stand against the tree before reaching around him with one hand and carefully grabbing the base of his hard dick. Maurice hissed a little, and his dick twitched. He almost held his breath with how embarrassed he was, but Berdar wasn't saying a word. Not one.

It was Tim who let out a snort next to them. They both looked at him like they'd been caught in the middle of doing something forbidden, but Tim just shook his head in amusement.

"No no, sorry, don't let me ruin your moment."

"Asshole," Maurice huffed, but was quickly interrupted when he felt Berdar's hand adjust around him.

"You can let go," Berdar just muttered. And Maurice wanted to. He really wanted to. But something just made it impossible now. Maybe it was because he was being watched, maybe because he was currently doing everything in his power to not buck his hips, fucking up into Berdar's fist.

He tried to steady his breath and loosen his muscles. But it didn't help. He was hopeless, face burning up with embarrassment.

"Sorry- I uh..."

Berdar wordlessly slid his other hand around Maurice's waist and rested it on his lower stomach. That alone was enough to make Maurice whimper pathetically. He needed the release so bad.

When Berdar slowly started pressing down, Maurice gasped, and before he could stop himself, a broken moan fell from his lips. He slapped on hand over his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut, and that's when he felt it. A slow dribble that slowly turned into a stream. He was breathing shakily as he was finally letting go.

He had really lost his dignity right there, sure, but at least he was able to pee now. It felt so good to finally be able to let go, he had to hold back from letting out more embarrassing sounds.

He kept his eyes closed the entire time, Berdar's hand still pressing into his stomach slightly, pulling him back a little. Only when he was done he dared to open his eyes.

He stared down at himself, hard in Berdar's hand, the last few drops of pee now trailing down the shaft. He swallowed, not knowing how to proceed. Berdar seemed to be caught in the same daze as him, as he made no attempts to pull away.

Only now was Maurice feeling the hardness against his lower back. He sucked in a breath, realizing the situation they were both in. At least he wasn't the only one with and embarrassing boner anymore. He glanced back at Berdar, chewing on his lip.

"The pee?" He asked quietly, waiting for a response. There had to be some reason Berdar was sporting a hard one all of a sudden after all.

"Yeah." Berdar swallowed. If Maurice could turn all the way around he could probably see Berdar's whole face blushing furiously.

"So, are you gonna do something about it or wait till we get home?" Tim scratched his neck, looking at Berdar and Maurice in their awkward position.

"Uh- we, uh," Berdar stuttered, eventually letting go of Maurice, much to his disappointment. He adjusted his pants, all while still staring at Maurice, who was now tugging up his briefs.

"Come on, stop eye-fucking him if you're not gonna do anything about it," Tim chuckled.

"Excuse me, I'm not gonna fuck him on the open road," Berdar hissed back.

"What about the car?" Tim pointed back over his shoulder with his thumb, raising his eyebrows. Berdar stared at him for a moment, mouth opening and closing a few times, no words coming out.

"Your...seats?" He tried to reason, though his resolve was pretty weak already. Tim just shrugged.

"I knew it was only gonna be a matter of time till we ruin them. You think I care about the car seats when I can watch your kinky asses fuck about your piss kink?"

"I don't have a piss kink!" Berdar was quick to get defensive, but was only met with a sheepish grin.

"Yeah sure. So? Yes or no?"

Berdar swallowed, looking back at Maurice. He hadn't even zipped up his pants again.

"How much longer would the ride be?"

"About an hour."

"Okay yeah whatever. Fuck it." Berdar walked towards the car, opening the backseat again. Tim sent him a big grin before going to the driver's seat to moving it forward, making more splace in the back.

Maurice followers Berdar into the backseat, lips immediately finding the other's.

"Let's make this quick, yeah?" Berdar said in a breathy voice, Maurice nodding.

"I'm not prepped though."

"Then we'll find another way." Maurice nodded, helping Berdar to get him out of his pants. A quick look to the side showed Tim sitting in the front seat, watching them attentively.

The little exhibitionist in Maurice came out at the idea of them being so exposed in public. No one had passed by them in forever, but the possibility alone was enough to excite him. When Maurice felt a hand wrapping around his dick, he gasped.

"Shit, wait, I feel like I have to pee again, what the fuck-"Berdar ignored his words, stroking him slowly. Maurice squirmed, but Berdar just pinned him down by the hip before leaning down and wrapping his lips around the tip.

The sounds coming out of Maurice's mouth were only spurring him on further, encouraging him to take even more. He sunk down slowly, bobbing his head up and down.

It was getting harder to keep Maurice still. Berdar was pretty strong, but when it came to Maurice, he knew he didn't stand a chance. If Maurice wanted to move, he would. If he wanted to fuck Berdar's throat, he would.

Berdar almost gagged the first time Mauriece's dick hit the back of his throat without warning.

"Shit, m' sorry-"Maurice panted, Berdar could feel him twitch in his throat. He pulled off slowly, pushing down his own pants eagerly. His dick was straining uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants and he was throbbing with need, eager to get some relief.

He sighed when he pushed his boxers down, finally feeling less restrained. He moved back a little, kneeling down on the floor of the Car. His knees would burn by the end of his, but he couldn't care less.

He slotted Maurice's leg between his thighs, grinding against it slowly, sighing at the friction while grabbing Maurice's cock again. He gave it a few strokes before leaning closer and sinking down on it again.

Maurice's hips bucked, but this time, Berdar had been prepared. He patted Mauriece's thigh, encouraging him to continue. Maurice's hands soon found his hair, grabbing the messy locks before fucking his hips up. Berdar's throat contracted around him and Maurice let out a long moan, throwing his head back.

"You're such a fucking sight," Tim said under his breath, still watching them from the driver's seat. He was almost sad that he couldn't join them. The backseat was already a tight fit for the two, a third was definitely impossible. It was fine, though, he was patient enough today. He could wait till they got home.

Berdar was still letting Maurice use his throat as he pleased, hips rutting up against his leg. He was trying his best to get off on the friction, when he saw Maurice's abs clenching.

The next moment, he felt his head being pulled up harshly by his hair. He gasped for air, watching Maurice squeezing his eyes shut hard, thighs coming together on instinct.

"What's wrong?" He panted, rubbing Maurice's thighs soothingly.

"I almost just peed again," Maurice whined, sounding embarrassed. Berdar hesitated for a moment before reaching out for Maurice's cock that was glistening with spit, stroking it slowly.

"Just let go."

"Are you crazy? We're in the car-"

Before he could say anything else, Tim suddenly scrambled in the front. A moment later, a package of paper tissues were thrown at them.

"Go ahead." Maurice stared at Tim in disbelief.

"We're gonna have to clean and disinfect everything."

"Worth it," was all Tim replied. Maurice was about to protest again, but Berdar was picking up the pace, stroking him fast and flicking his wrist just right. Maurice wasn't even sure if the warm feeling pooling in his stomach was him having to pee or his rapidly incoming orgasm. He just knew it felt so good, and he didn't have much fight left in him to hold it back.

"C'mon baby. Let it go," Berdar coaxed, placing soft kisses and a few gentle bites on the inside of Mauriece's thighs.

"I'm gonna... I don't know what I'm gonna," Maurice whined, hips bucking helplessly.

"It's okay, I got you." Berdar used one hand to pull a tissue out of the package, eyes never leaving Mauriece's throbbing cock.

"Don't wanna pee on you..." Maurice whimpered, abs clenching desperately.

"It's okay. You can let go baby. Just let it happen."

Maurice threw his head back again, barely able to warn Berdar before he felt the first spurt of pee coming out. He hadn't been aware of how much he actually drank at the beach. He whined a little, embarrassed despite everything, but then again it felt way too good to let go.

He felt a paper tissue on his thigh, knowing that Berdar was probably whipping it up. The strokes on his cock never stopped though, and by the time his bladder felt comfortably empty again, he felt everything tighten up again.

"Shit, shit-"

"There you go," Berdar muttered, stroking him fast, whispering encouraging words to him. Maurice couldn't really hear any of it at this point. He was so close, so so close, back arching off the seats.

Berdar was still grinding against him slowly, his own pleasure just a thought in the back of his head at the mouth-watering picture in front of him.

Maurice came with a loud whine, thrashing hard. His thighs twitched helplessly, out of control, and before he realized it, he was kicking out as his orgasm wrecked through him.

Suddenly his foot met with something soft, and he heard a loud, painful cry. Maurice's eyes flew open and he watched Berdar curling up in front of him, eyes squeezing shut tightly, grabbing his crotch.

Tim and Maurice gasped simultaneously, and Tim leaned forward over the seat to get a better view.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't mean to- oh my god are you alright?!" Maurice panted, hesitant to touch Berdar now. He wasn't sure how much pain he was in. From what he'd felt, Maurice had kicked him pretty hard.

Berdar didn't move for a moment, before his eyes blinked open, full of tears. Maurice looked at him concerned, feeling incredibly guilty.

"God I'm so sorry Berdar, I wasn't looking, can I help you somehow? Can you sit? How bad is it?" Berdar just took a shaky breath, closing his eyes for another moment before quietly speaking up.

"Do you think..."

"Think what?" Maurice asked worried, trying to move a bit closer.

"Do you think you could, um... Do that again?" Berdar's voice was so quiet they could barely hear it, a slight rasp in his throat, but both if them had understood him clearly. Maurice's jaw fell open, staring down at Berdar wordlessly. "Sorry," Berdar muttered, already shaking his head.

"Um, I..." Maurice tilted his head to the side, cheeks slightly flushed now."I get it."

"Hm?" Berdar glanced up at him.

"I get it. I like it too." Maurice bit his lip, looking down at Berdar. "But I don't think I'm cut out to do it. Like, to someone else. I feel bad. I can't...see it. But I get it, I really do."

Maurice looked up at Tim now, communicating silently. After a moment, Tim turned around and opened the car door. Maurice grabbed another tissue and wiped his thighs down before moving to the side. Tim opened the door and helped Maurice shuffle into the front seat.

Then, Tim sat in the back seat in front of Berdar, who was still curled up on the floor.

"Need some help, puppy?" Berdar swallowed hard at the familiar pet name. He didn't have to answer. He knew. But maybe he wanted to. Maybe he needed it really badly.

"Yes, Sir. Please."

Tim nodded."Pull your boxers up."

"Yes, Sir." Berdar quickly obeyed. He trusted Tim to know what was best. Tim was holding back a chuckle at Berdar's clumsiness. He looked so eager. But he didn't want Berdar's dick coming in contact with the dirty shoes he'd worn at the beach today.

Once Berdar had his boxers pulled up again, Tim pushed his thighs further apart with his foot. His shoe was rough against Berdar's sensitive skin, making Berdar's breath pick up slightly in anticipation.

"Think you can keep quiet for me, puppy?"

Berdar nodded eagerly, trying his best to stay still. The pain from the initial kick was slowly subsiding, but the anticipation was making him twitchy.

"I'm gonna ask you your color every time, do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." Berdar nodded again, chest heaving and falling heavily.

"Ready?"

"Yes," Berdar muttered, eyes big and trusting. Tim gave him one more moment to back out before placing the sole of his foot right over Berdar's crotch. Berdar's breath hitched, but the harsh impact didn't come.

Right as he let out his breath again, Tim pressed his heel down hard, and Berdar let out a wail, curling in on himself.

"Color?" Tim asked dryly, not breaking the act unless Berdar would give him the signal that he wasn't feeling well. Berdar just gasped a few times, pain cursing through his body.

"Green," he eventually managed to bring out, hips bucking up helplessly.

"Look at you. Already want more, huh? You're such a slut for pain." Berdar nodded, tears filling his eyes.

"Please, more?" Berdar whimpered, expecting Tim to make him beg. But instead, he felt a sharp pain shooting through his body once again, his cock throbbing with the aching feeling.

He reached out to cling to Tim's leg, tears spilling down his cheeks. His sobs were getting erratic, hands clenching onto the fabric of Tim's pants.

"Color?" Berdar looked up at Tim through tears, trying to talk with a wobbly lip. It was hard to keep up his resolve this way, but Tim could tell he was close; so close now.

"Color, puppy."

Berdar let out another sob, grinding up against Tim's show sole with a broken moan. His brain was already mush.

"I need your color, puppy, or I can't give you what you need." Tim leaned down, cupping Berdar's chin.

"Hurts," was all Berdar brought out, before another sob ripped from his chest.

"I know it hurts, puppy. I know it does. But I need you to tell me your color so I know if the hurt's still okay or not." Tim's voice was a bit softer now, as he was aware how the pain-pleasure mix was making Berdar slip into headspace easily. He needed to be careful not to overdo it.

"Jus' wanna cum, Sir," Berdar whimpered, weakly rutting up against Tim's shoe. Tim sighed a little, nodding. He wasn't gonna get a coherent answer out of Berdar like this.

"Okay, puppy. You can cum whenever you want, alright? Do you need help or can you do it by yourself?"

Berdar grabbed his pants tighter, rutting his hips up with more pressure, another tear dropping onto his cheek.

"Please, please, pl's, need- need more, need- please, wan' it, wanna cum, please, Sir, wanna-"

"Shhhh, it's alright puppy. Want me to make it hurt a little? Yeah? You want that?"

Berdar nodded eagerly, hips bucking up without a steady rhythm. There was a dark patch on his boxers as he messily humped Tim's foot. The sole of Tim's shoe had a pretty harsh texture, but Berdar was obviously reveling in the pain, so Tim was gonna give him more till he was satisfied.

Tim added pressure on Berdar's crotch again, slowly pressing his foot down harder until Berdar was wailing in pain, but his hips never stopped rutting upwards. His breath turned erratic, and Tim could feel how close he was.

"Such a good puppy, humping my shoe. Gonna cum in your boxers, hm? Gonna cum for me?"

"Sir, yes, please, thank you-"Tim moved his foot forward a little, the pain almost unbearable now, and Berdar came with a loud sob and a string of pathetic moans, rubbing himself against the shoe sole to ride out his orgasm.

Tim slowly lifted his foot now, seeing Berdar immediately grab his crotch in pain. His head fell forwards against Tim's thigh. Tim just patted over his head slowly.

"There you go, was that nice?" It took a moment before a little nod followed. Berdar was still whining quietly with every exhale, waiting for the pain to go away. He'd strained himself pretty hard with this one, not really used to this kind of play. But he was happy, mind blissfully empty as his face rested against Tim's thigh with closed eyes.

"Not a single thought in that little head if your's," Tim whispered, smiling down at his boyfriend.

"I was a bit worried for him, not gonna lie," Maurice admitted. "He's not usually one for this type of stuff."

"I guess he needed it. It's alright. He can enjoy subspace for a bit till we get home."Maurice grinned a little, looking up from Berdar's messy hair to meet Tim's eyes.

"You sure? What if he needs to pee on the way?"Tim snorted.

"You menace. If he does I'll make you hold him up like a toddler, just so you know."

"Bet." Maurice laughed.

"Anyways. Just wait till we get home."

"Ohh, I wonder what's gonna happen." Maurice chuckled.

"It's not fair if I'm the only one who doesn't get to cum today."

"Eye eye, Sir!" Maurice raised a hand to his head in salute. "I will personally take care of that." Tim just sent him an amused grin.

"Who's driving?"

"I am," Maurice decided. "You stay with Berdar while he's still got brain soup in his head."

"Got it."

Tim gently pulled Berdar up to sit in a seat, while Maurice fetched his pants from the backseat. He got dressed quickly, fighting off the tiredness that usually overtook him after a good orgasm.

It had been interrupted this time, but he supposed it had been worth it. They definitely had to look into that pee thing again. Maybe he wouldn't admit that. But maybe he would at least hint at it, and there were many more opportunities to come to explore the unfamiliar.

And that is all, my people.How did you like it?Is there anyone out there who likes the piss part at all? I feel like it's a rare sighting on Wattpad. But maybe I'm mistaken who knows.

I hope it was enjoyable even if you're not a fan.I currently have 5 more requests in my notes, feel free to add to that. I usually spin a wheel to decide which is next :)

Comments and votes are appreciated, have an amazing rest of your day, if it's already night, enjoy some good sleep, and see y'all soon <33