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"I got one especially for you, Cassie."
"That sounds intriguing."
"Nothing special, just that I know you handle this kink very well."
"Flattery will get you everywhere. What kink?"
"How much have you had to drink today?"
The pressure was immense, the feeling of being so full taking over everything, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.
“Please,” he rasped, body trembling head to toe as his bladder twinged painfully, its limits stretched to the max.
“Doing so good, sweetheart,” the beautiful man groaned.
His name was Dean, or that was what he’d wanted Castiel to call him while they were alone in this room at the whorehouse Angel Haven. He’d come early in Castiel’s shift and asked for someone who could do some desperation play. Pee kink wasn’t as unusual as some people thought but to be honest, Castiel had mostly been involved in golden showers and more like regular pissing. Often it was women who came in who just wanted to hold a man’s dick while he relieved himself, getting off on the control.
Castiel didn’t mind, mostly being grateful for a simpler job. Those were better than the ones who wanted him to drink their piss anyway, but he could do it all, of course. He was after all a professional.
But these kinds of plays, the ones where the client wanted him full to the brim, needing to pee but desperately holding back, was on another level. Castiel had done them only a few times and they always left him feeling drained, in more ways than one. Truth be told, he enjoyed them better like this, when it was him holding rather than when he was fake forcing a client to hold it in, though he couldn’t say why exactly. Maybe partially because he’d rather clean up his own piss, but he didn’t think so.
Honestly, he was starting to think it was because he liked the rush he got when he finally let go. It was kind of euphoric, after all. Everything up to that point was delicious torment, though.
“God,” he moaned when he felt his dick twitch. He was soft in his sweatpants, the head getting wet with the pee that had already slipped out. It wasn’t enough to stain his sweatpants yet but it was getting there, his underwear definitely taking a toll.
“You wanna let some out?” Dean asked, his voice strained. Castiel could see that he was rock hard and he felt satisfied with how much he was affecting his client.
“I can’t hold it much longer,” he said and wasn’t entirely lying. He could go a bit longer, but it was becoming a stretch. He had quickly figured out that what Dean off on was definitely mostly the desperate squirming, though, so he of course played that up a bit.
“Fuck,” Dean muttered and stood up to unbutton his jeans.
He’d been sitting on the only bed in the room, Castiel standing in front of him in the middle of the room, squirming in place, completely on display for his client.
“Glad to see you’re enjoying yourself,” Castiel said a little dryly when Dean pulled out his hard dick. Another thing he’d realized immediately was that Dean was the kind of client who enjoyed friendly banter, as if they were close friends or even lovers who enjoyed this kink together.
“Oh it’s gonna get better,” Dean smirked, stroking his dick a few times. “Wanna see you try and let a few drops out and then stop. You think you can do that?”
Interval play? Castiel shuddered pleasantly, his bladder throbbing. He’d only done it once, and then it hadn’t been him who had needed to piss so bad his vision was swimming. It had looked fun, and Castiel had certainly enjoyed his client’s squirming, but it had also looked incredibly hard and Castiel thought that maybe he was too far gone to make a good show. But he was never one to say no to a client.
“I’ll try.”
“Pull down your pants, lemme see your—oh fuck.”
Seemed like the sight of Castiel’s already slightly stained underwear was a good one. Dean sank down on the bed again, gripping his dick hard, licking his lips. He was just about to say something about it, a clever quip or something along those lines, when he felt a jolt in his bladder and had to quickly grab his dick. Fuck, that was a lot of drops, almost a full stream. Just like Dean wanted, but not controlled at all.
“Shit, you losing it?”
“No,” Castiel grunted, forcing himself to calm down. He bent a little at the waist, clenching down as hard as he could for a moment, the wave of desperation abating a bit. “No, I can do this.”
“Fuck yeah.”
God but he was so full, though. He remained slightly hunched over, breathing shallowly, but yeah, he could hold it a little more. He felt dangerously bold, if he was honest. Both because Dean seemed to enjoy this so much and because the desperate sensation had calmed down to a manageable degree for now.
“Wanna see me leak more?”
Dean sucked in a breath, clearly intrigued. “Can you do it controlled?”
Castiel wanted to be cocky like he’d been a moment ago and say yes, but as soon as he got out of his sweatpants, things felt differently. The burning felt hotter and as it washed over him, it carried away his bravado.
“I don’t know.”
“Okay,” Dean mumbled, hand moving faster over his dick now, the head slick with precome. “Fuck, yeah okay. Do what you can.”
Castiel straightened a little, feeling his body flush hotly with another wave of need for release, and then put a hand in his underwear, moving his dick so that the head of it was against a dry part of his underwear. Yeah, that felt good, that felt like he’d regained some control. Over there he hadn’t lost anything and even if he wet some now, it would be of his own volition.
Spurred on by that boost in confidence, he allowed himself to relax just the slightest. Instantly, a wet warmth spread out and he watched, transfixed, how a stain grew on his underwear. Fuck that felt good, felt too good.
“Shit,” he groaned, pinching hard to stop himself. It barely helped, some drops still escaping, and he could practically feel his dick vibrating with the pressure.
He had to bend at the waist again to stop completely, pressing his legs together and clamping down on his dick. It hardly mattered, the position helping some with clenching down on his dick but also putting pressure on his bladder.
“Yeah, yeah,” Dean panted, hand flying over his dick now. “You look so fucking good. About to lose it? Fuck yeah.”
“It burns,” Castiel gasped and wasn’t exactly sure what he was talking about. His bladder, most likely, but there was also some kind of fire inside him, akin to arousal but not quite the same. Good, though.
But God how it made him yearn for the release now. He just wanted to let it all flow out, just wanted to relax and feel the pressure abate. His whole body was trembling, tears forming in his eyes and he had to hold his breath for a moment, everything going taut.
“Shit, are you…?”
“No,” Castiel said defiantly, certainly more forcefully than his already weak bladder could take. He could feel it bubbling out now, dribbles of piss making the stain on his underwear bloom out. “No.”
He bent over more, knees buckling so that he ended up sinking to the floor, body shaking like a leaf in the wind. There was pleasure there too, though, strangely enough. Under the pain, there was a surge of something else, and Castiel latched onto it, greedy for more.
“Take out your dick,” Dean breathed, eyes ablaze.
God, his gaze was intense, his green eyes shining with arousal. Castiel shivered as pleasure mixed with the absolutely crazy need to piss himself. The kink might not be his but fuck how he loved it when his clients looked at him like that.
It took him a few tries before he managed to wrestle his soft dick out of his underwear. He couldn’t straighten enough to remove his clothes or he was sure he would lose it, and he had to stop once during the whole thing because more pee dribbled out. Fuck, every time he moved, he could feel it slosh around in his bladder, threatening to spill at any second.
“God…” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. He needed to piss so bad it felt like his fucking molars were swimming.
“Yeah,” Dean panted, hand flying over his dick now. “Fuck yeah you’re so fucking pretty.”
At this point all Castiel could do was pray that Dean was close because he wasn’t sure he would be able to hold it much longer. He grabbed his own thighs, sitting on his knees and clenching every fucking muscle he had, pulling in a beath as if holding that would help with holding his pee. Another wave of desperation washed over him, another push and fuck, there a whole ass spurt went. Just shot out of him like a fucking stream, the pee pattering on the floor, spreading droplets everywhere.
“I can’t…” he whispered hoarsely. It was coming, God it was no use trying to stop it now. His bladder throbbed, another spurt was pushed out, longer now and it felt so good.
“You’re gonna piss the floor,” Dean moaned, unabashed in his arousal. Wanton, even.
Castiel hunched over. “Yeah,” he agreed because there was no fucking way he was getting up and going to the bathroom now.
“Fuck, Imma come,” Dean grunted then, as if Castiel admitting to not making it was the last straw. He stood up on shaky legs and walked over to Castiel, putting on a condom as he went. “Open up for me.”
“If I suck you off—” another shudder and yeah he was leaking now, couldn’t stop it. “If I straighten up I’m gonna burst.”
“Hell yeah,” Dean angled his dick down a little and Castiel was no novice, he could see how close Dean was. “Do it.”
It was coming, the dam was bursting. Castiel blinked away tears of restraint. “But your shoes,” fuck, the stream didn’t stop now. His lap was getting wetter and wetter. “Your pants.”
“Fuck, are you—?” Dean had seen the spreading wetness. “I wanna see.”
That desperate rasp in Dean’s voice was so fucking enticing, something that Castiel always loved to hear from his partners during sex, because it usually meant that they were close to coming and he loved to pleasure people.
But right now he barely heard it, barely registered it, because fuck, he was pissing himself right now, on the floor in front of this beautiful man who had his throbbing dick right in Castiel’s face.
With a filthy groan, he straightened and just completely let go. His dick, which had already been twitching with every little spurt, now almost rose with the force of the stream. He felt his stomach swoop, the relief so instant and so gratifying it was almost like orgasming.
It went absolutely everywhere. The warm wetness spread over his stomach and lap, down on the floor to create a puddle around him, and when he leaned back on his hands, his dick flopped up and the piss got on his chest as well. It felt so fucking relieving that he couldn’t help but smile serenely up at Dean.
The man was still standing over him, his mouth agape and his hand still on his hard dick, looking as if he was trapped in a limbo of his own pleasure. Taking pity on him, Castiel leaned forward and opened up his mouth to accept Dean’s dick.
The moment he closed his lips around the head, Dean seemed to unfreeze and he groaned dirtily and thrusted shallowly inside. Castiel put his hands on Dean’s hips, holding himself steady and then relaxed his jaw, giving silent consent to being face-fucked. Dean groaned again, a hand holding Castiel’s head gently, and then he was off, chasing his high inside Castiel’s body.
“You’re still going,” Dean moaned throatily and sure enough, Castiel wasn’t done yet.
It splashed on the floor beneath them, adding to the growing puddle, the sound of liquid on liquid loud in the room, accompanied only by Dean’s panting and the slick sound of his dick sliding in and out of Castiel’s wet mouth. Faster and faster, Castiel’s breathing grew as ragged as Dean’s, drool slipping down his chin and making everything so much wetter. Dean seemed in a trance, so close, so overcome by his sinful desires being filled by Castiel.
It was all over very quickly, Dean coming after only a handful of thrusts and Castiel’s piss petering out just a moment later. It all left Castiel panting and shaking, and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, clicking his tongue to get the taste of the condom out.
Dean stumbled backwards and landed heavily on the bed, his breathing certainly labored too.
“That was so fucking awesome,” he said, a wide grin on his face. “The only thing that would’ve made it better would’ve been if I’d been able to hold it longer so I could’ve fucked you now.”
That made Castiel chuckle. If that was the only thing, then he felt pretty satisfied with his work here today.
Feeling comfortable enough with Dean, Castiel slyly added, “Or if I had been able to hold out and you could’ve fucked me while I still needed to piss.”
Dean’s eyes almost went cross-eyed. “Yeah…” he mumbled, clearly seeing it in his mind’s eye and liking what he saw. Hell yeah, Castiel took great pride in always being able to pinpoint his clients’ wishes to make them come back time and time again.
“Well,” Castiel said with a cheeky grin. “Maybe on your next visit. You’re always welcome here at Angel Haven for a good time.”
Looking at the way Dean grinned back at him, Castiel had no doubt that he would see the man return, and Castiel would be lying if he said he didn’t look forward to it, no matter how much his bladder protested.