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Leon knew that hydration was important. He always made sure to drink plenty of fluids in between each drill and training session. It kept him sharp and alert, not to mention alive. Now, though, he found himself preferring the feeling of a dry mouth and an aching head over the far more distracting sensation of a full bladder. He had asked Major Krauser if he could take a quick bathroom break after their last round of sparring, but he was denied. ’There are no bathroom breaks on the battlefield, rookie,’ he'd said to him.
It was easy enough to ignore and endure for the first twenty minutes or so, but it was becoming an almost impossible task now. If he stayed completely focused on dodging and countering his Major's attacks, he feared he'd lose control and wet himself right then and there. But he couldn't focus all his energy on holding his bladder or he'd be caught off guard and knocked to the ground, likely to end up pissing himself there as well. There was no winning this battle.
Leon lunged forward to try and get a hit on Krauser, but the Major dodged to the side. He kicked Leon's leg out from beneath him, causing the rookie to lose his footing and fall, crying out sharply as his back hit the training mat beneath them. Panic fluttered in his stomach as he lost control for just a moment, a small trickle of piss leaking from his cock into his boxers. He managed to stop the flow almost as soon as it started, praying to whatever god might be out there that the wetness wouldn't soak through to his pants.
Krauser was on him in an instant, pinning him down with a knee to his chest. He brought the blade of his knife to Leon's throat, sneering down at him.
“Sloppy performance there, rookie. If this were a real fight, you'd be dead,” Krauser spat.
Leon's eyes widened a bit as Krauser shifted himself to straddle his waist instead of getting off of him. He sat on his thighs, his massive muscular form ensuring Leon couldn't escape. A large hand slid beneath his shirt, sandpaper palm scraping his soft skin. The knife at his throat was pulled away and quickly replaced with scarred lips. Leon was hardly surprised by this behavior. It was almost routine by this point for Krauser to end their sparring drills off by fucking him. He never minded it, even if he knew Krauser only did it because he was a pretty face and not because there were any actual feelings there. But he couldn't do this right now. Not when his bladder was so full it threatened to burst.
“M-Major, wait,” Leon gasped.
“Shut it, rookie,” came the gruff reply. “You know you can't say no to me.”
“I–” Leon swallowed thickly as he felt his pants start to be pulled down his hips. “I h-have to pee, Major, please. I c-can't hold it any l-longer…”
“Tough luck, rookie. If your performance wasn't so shitty then maybe I would've allowed you to go piss,” Krauser replied coldly.
“M-my performance would've been better if you'd l-let me go sooner, sir,” Leon gasped as his boxers were pulled off as well.
“You think the enemy is gonna stop and wait for you to take a potty break? You hold it ‘til the battle's done or you piss yourself like a little brat.” Krauser spat onto his fingers and rubbed them over Leon's puckered hole. “Are you a brat, Kennedy? Or are you a man?”
“I-I'm– nnh–” Leon whined as those fingers were forced into him. “I'm a m-man, sir…”
“Then you should have no problem holding your piss in ‘til we're finished.”
Biting back a cry of anguish, Leon balled his fists and tightened his pelvic muscles, doing all he could to maintain control of his bladder. Krauser scissored his fingers in and out roughly, occasionally jabbing Leon's prostate and causing him to mewl and writhe. Blood rushed between his legs, steadily stiffening his cock as Krauser's fingers pushed in and out.
“Y'know, I hear it's really difficult to piss while hard.” Krauser said as he pulled his fingers out and quickly replaced them with the thick head of his dick. “Wonder how true that is.”
Before Leon could even respond, Krauser shoved himself into his barely prepped hole. Leon groaned in pain, the burning stretch only adding to the overall discomfort in his lower body. He whined as Krauser continued to force inch after pulsing inch inside, giving him no time to adjust to the massive size as it split him open. The Major gripped his hips tightly, grunting as he shunted the last inch in and was finally fully seated inside, balls hanging tight and heavy against Leon's tailbone.
“God damn,” Krauser rasped, “your little snatch is still just as tight as the first time I fucked it.” He slowly started to drag himself back, pulling out to the tip before slamming all the way back in. “Like it was made just for me.” He growled, repeating the harsh thrust again.
Leon wheezed heavily, the air literally fucked from his lungs as Krauser's massive cock punched into his guts harder and harder. He cried sharply as his prostate was hit repeatedly, crushed into his bladder over and over. He could feel himself losing control, his bladder relaxing despite his efforts. The only thing keeping him from leaking piss all over himself now was his painfully hard cock, but he knew the moment he came he would be letting everything out.
“M-Major, I c-can't hold it! P-please!” Leon cried weakly.
“Quit your crying, rookie,” Krauser grunted, his pace only increasing, “I'm getting close. Then you can finally take your potty break.”
“N-no…no I can't do it, M-Major…” Leon whimpered, clawing at the floor desperately as he tried to hold back.
Krauser ignored him, still jack-hammering into him, grinding his prostate flat until he was sobbing. His orgasm crept closer with every brutal thrust, and he couldn't hold it any longer.
“K-Krauser,” Leon whined, wrapping his legs around Krauser's hips and clenching him tightly. “J-Ja– aaaack!!” He came with a wail, his cum thick and sticky as it painted his stomach and shirt.
Krauser fucked him through his orgasm, growling raggedly into his ear. His pace still fast and brutal and only sealing Leon's inevitable fate. As soon as he finished releasing his semen, the floodgates were opened and there was no stopping it as he began to piss himself like an untrained puppy.
“I-it's coming out!” He sobbed as hot piss trickled freely from his softening cock. It dripped down his torso, soaking into his shirt and up around his neck before puddling around his head. “I'm s-sorry, Jack! ‘M s-sorryyy!!” He slurred in between his cries of embarrassment.
“Quit your fuckin’ sniveling.” Krauser spat, still fucking him hard and fast, seeming unbothered that the puddle of piss was reaching his knees now.
Leon hiccuped pathetically, biting back another sob. The stench of ammonia overwhelmed his nostrils as his piss continued to soak into his clothes, his hair. Warm and sticky on his skin. And still the stream didn't stop. Every time he tried to stop peeing, the pressure from Krauser's dick returned to his bladder and forced out another trickle of cum-flecked piss. Finally, the stream tapered off, a few final droplets dripping into his navel as he sniffled and whimpered again.
Krauser's pace finally began to falter, hips stuttering as his thrusts grew sloppier. Finally he came with a deep growl, fingernails driving deep into the small amount of baby fat that still clung to Leon's hips. Warmth spilled into him, thick and creamy as Krauser continued pumping in and out until he finished emptying his balls into the rookie. Leon's cock twitched weakly, drooling out another thin line of cum and whatever other fluids had been milked from his body.
“Looks like I've still got my work cut out for me. You're far from a man, Kennedy.” Krauser sighed, “you're not even a brat, you're more like a scared stray dog, pissing all over yourself and my nice training mat like that.”
“S-sor– ryyyy…” Leon slurred, his mind still fuzzy after his orgasm.
“You know why dogs piss on things?” Krauser continued speaking, still balls deep in Leon's ass. “They do it to let others know that something is their territory, their property.”
Leon only groaned softly in reply, unsure what to say.
“This body? It isn't your property anymore.” Krauser gestured up and down Leon’s body as he continued to speak. “It belongs to our government now. But more importantly, it belongs to me.” He leaned down and growled into his ear.
Anxiety tugged at Leon's stomach at those words. He didn't like where Krauser was going with this. Almost as soon as he had the realization, he felt it. Hot piss flooded his guts, mixing with the thick semen deep inside and quickly overflowing out his hole around the Major's cock. It dripped down his thighs, soaking into his pants and boots. Even as Krauser pulled out, he didn't stop. He pissed over Leon's soft cock, his stomach and chest, coating his already drenched shirt in it. Leon coughed and sputtered as the foul stream splashed over his face and hair, and still it just kept coming. He wondered just how his Major had managed to spar with him with a bladder seemingly as full as his own had been.
Perhaps part of being a man and a soldier really was having control over such bodily functions. He wanted Jack Krauser to harden him into a man like that. So he offered no struggles or complaints as his Major covered him inside and out, head to toe in his stinking piss. It was all just part of becoming a man. Part of never again having to feel such fear and vulnerability as he had in Raccoon City.
Krauser sighed softly as he shook out the last drops from his cock before tucking it back into his pants. He buttoned them up and redid his buckle, leering down at Leon as he remained laying half naked and soaked in urine, some of the filth still dripping from his gaping hole.
“Anything to say for yourself, rookie?” He asked gruffly.
“...th-thank you, Major Krauser,” Leon said quietly, “thank you for being so hard on me and showing me what it takes to be a man. I'll become the man my government needs me to be.” He slowly sat up, struggling to pull his sopping pants back up his sticky legs. “The man that you need me to be.”
“That right?” Krauser smirked, exhaling a soft laugh through his nose. He walked around to Leon's other side and kicked him in the back, knocking him face down into the puddle of filth and stamping down on the back of his head.
“You can start by cleaning up the mess you caused.”