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“You sat next to me on the airplane and fell asleep on my shoulder and I don’t want to move you
cause you look so comfortable. Oh and you’re hot.”
Jinyoung yawned and rubbed his eyes as he sat up. “What the hell?! You can't just hit on guys
like that, whatever your name is! I may not even be gay!”
“But you are, aren't you?” the unidentified male responded with a smug look on his attractive
face.
Jinyoung blushed and mumbled, “yeah…”
The other guy laughed a shrill laugh. “I'm Jackson, by the way. What's your name?”
“Jinyoung.”
“Can I have your number, Jinyoung?” Jackson holds out his phone, opened to a blank contact
labeled “Cute Airplane Guy”
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Chapter 1: Yuri/Chris Elevator Ficlet

Summary:
"Yurio getting stuck in an elevator with Chris. He needs to pee and when Chris notices he pokes
a bit of fun at him, calling him a kid, not actually trying to be mean or anything. Which of course
pisses Yurio off (pun intended). He eventually has an accident and starts crying about how he'd
tried to hold it and now Chris was never going to let him not be seen as a kid. Chris realises how
much he fucked up and that Yurio had taken what he'd said to heart. Sorry for spamming your
box tonight lol ~M"
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Yuri rushed into the elevator with Chris, grunting as the contents of his bladder swished inside
him. He bit his lip as he hid himself in the corner with his hood over his head, trying his best to
fight against the urge to cross his legs or squirm in place. The elevator finally began to move,
and Yuri breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He shoved his hand in his sweatshirt pocket, trying to
give his cock a squeeze through his pants.
“What’s wrong with you, grumpy little b-”
And then, the elevator jerked to a stop.
“What the fu-”
“We’re sorry for the inconvenience, but it seems the elevator is having some technical
difficulties. Please remain calm, we will have the elevator up and running as soon as possible.”
Yuri let out an audible groan, his bladder heavy and swollen, the waistband of his leggings
pressing into him in all the wrong ways. He marched in place, kicking the side of the elevator
before mumbling a few obscenities in Russian. He should have just went to the toilet at the
event center, but the line was long, and Yuri had enough trouble using public restrooms as it
was, much less crowded ones. He had resolved to holding it until arriving back at the hotel, but
of course, this had to happen. If the elevator didn’t get moving, there was going to be a puddle
on the floor.
“Are you alright, petit garçon?”
Yuri glared at Chris, nodding as he tried to still his leg, which had somehow begun to jiggle
against his conscious will. “Fine.”
Chris raked his eyes over the teenager again, pursing his lips. “As-tu à faire pipi?”
There was one word in Chris’ statement that Yuri understood, and he flushed bright red.
“Whatever you just said, fuck off.”
Chris chuckled, grinning in Yuri’s direction as the younger man shuffled from foot to foot, unable
to hide his very obvious dilemma. “Do you have to pee? You look like a little child doing the
potty dance.”
Yuri growled in response, turning away from Chris and crossing his legs tight. Both hands
shoved into his sweatshirt pockets, he still couldn’t get a good grasp on his cock for more than a
few seconds. He could feel the tip of his cock burning, begging to release the fluids inside him,
held in for much too long already.
Yuri gasped when a leak escaped, wiggling his hips to try and hold on just a bit longer. Tears
were burning in his eyes, from both embarrassment and the effort it was taking to hold back the
flow. He found himself whimpering as another leak slipped out, moving a hand from his
sweatshirt pocket to grip the front of his pants without any barrier.
“Seriously, will you be alright?”
“Fuck off,” Yuri whimpered, the front of his pants growing wetter despite the constant motion of
his hips and the death grip on his dick. He was wetting himself slowly but surely, and it hurt.
His tears began to fall at the same time the damn broke, his muscles and hand no longer able to
contain the ocean. It hurt as he finally emptied, sharp pains bleeding into a dull ache as his
pants became soaked, a hissing and pattering sounding in the elevator as a puddle formed
underneath him. He sobbed quietly as he soaked himself, body shuddering as the last few
dribbles snaked down is soaked legs. He was finally blissfully empty, but still could not stop his
tears.
“Yuri,” Chis began, but Yuri shook his head.
“Yeah, I couldn’t hold it, I’m a child-” he sobs, frame wracking. “I get it. Just shut the fuck up.”
Yuri felt warmth on his shoulders as Chris hugged him gently, murmuring, “no, I was only
kidding. I didn’t think that you would… I’m sorry.”
Yuri shrugged away from Chris, crowding himself even further into the corner of the elevator.
“Leave me alone,” he croaked.
Yuri didn’t look up again, Chris falling silent. He stared down at the puddle he’d made, tears still
coursing down his cheeks, until he heard a hissing sound, and Chris’ quiet sigh. Looking up in
shock, Yuri saw the crotch of Chris’ pants growing dark, a trail of piss running down his leg and
pooling onto the floor.
“What the hell are you doing?” Yuri barked, staring in horror.
Chris only shrugged as his stream ended, grinning at Yuri. “Now we both peed our pants like
kids.”
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Chapter 6: Yuuri Caught Masturbating
Summary:
"Similar to that shower scenario But yuuri is sitting on the toilet and masturbating when viktor
bursts in and sees him. They awkwardly look at each other when viktor says "I really have to go"
and yuuri just opens his legs so that viktor can pee"
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Victor shuffled in place outside the bathroom door, hand jammed in the crotch of his boxer
briefs. A short, pained breath shoots from his nostrils as his feet take turns meeting the floor,
marching past the door time and time again. He didn’t know what was taking Yuuri so long in
the bathroom this morning, but he hadn’t had time to take his morning pee before the younger
man had locked himself inside. One cup of coffee later, and Victor was about to burst.
Huffing, Victor finally knocked on the door, kneading his cock with his other hand. “Yuuri, are
you almost finished I really need to use the toilet.”
A noncommittal hum came from behind the door, and a soft voice. “Uh, almost. Just a minute,
okay?”
Victor groaned quietly, crossing his legs and bouncing on his heels. He didn’t have a minute, he
had been waiting for almost thirty minutes, and his bladder had gone from uncomfortably full to
painfully throbbing, and Victor found himself whimpering outside the door as a leak dampened
his boxers, causing him to panic. There was no way he was going to wet himself outside the
bathroom door, he was a grown man!
Victor grasped the handle, swinging to door open with a wave of apologies. “Yuuri, I’m sorry,
please, I just need to-”
Victor’s eyes widened as he found Yuuri sitting on the toilet, boxers at his ankles and swollen
cock in hand. The Japanese man’s face grew red with embarrassment, eyes widening as he
stammered out an apology- “I’m so sorry, I-”
“Yuuri, I need to go,” Victor rasped. “Please.”
Wordlessly, Yuuri shifted further back on the toilet seat, spreading his legs and opening a space
for Victor to pee. Beyond desperate, Victor didn’t question it as he potty-danced over to Yuuri,
barely getting his cock out in time to release a torrent between Yuuri’s legs. Victor groaned with
relief, watching as Yuuri continued to stroke himself. Experimentally, Victor aimed his stream a
bit further up, just enough that it splashed onto Yuuri’s hard cock.
“Ah!” Yuuri gasped cock twitching as Victor’s urine hit it. “Vitya…”
“Sorry, love,” Victor mumbled, “My hand twitched.”
Yuuri’s voice was quiet, face red as a tomato. “Do it again.”
And so Yuuri brought himself to climax, Victor’s piss warming his cock as he spilled his seed
into the toilet below.
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Chapter 16: Yuri Gagged, Tied Up, and Desperate
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Prompt from boundguyslover~
Yuri tied up and gagged by Victor and Yuuri while desperate.

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He looked marvelous, rope binding his his hands behind him, crisscrossing over his chest in
intricate lines. His mouth was wide, stretched over the ball gag. His bladder was protruding- or
trying to. It was bulging against the ropes, desperately trying to expand past the confines that
Victor and Yuuri had set over it.
“Yura,” Victor crooned, “you look so lovely like this.”
Yuuri hummed in agreement, stepping forward and brushing his fingers underneath Yuri’s chin.
Yuri squirmed under his touch, hips wiggling as much as his bindings would allow. Green eyes
looked at Yuuri pleadingly, silently begging for relief. Yuuri pressed a succinct kiss to Yuri’s
forehead, tilting his head to the side upon pulling back. “You’re bursting, aren’t you?”
Yuri made a muffled sound behind the gag, nodding his head frantically. He cast his eyes down
submissively, silently asking to be allowed relief. Yuuri ruffled his blonde hair affectionately,
speaking soft and saccharine. “Soon, love. Wait a little longer for us.”
Yuri nodded once more as Victor stepped closer, running his fingers over the complex knotted
rope. His fingers brushed from Yuri’s chest down to his stomach, pausing where his aching
bladder pulsed. “So full,” Victor whispered, running a single finger over Yuri’s bladder with a bit
more pressure.
Yuri’s body convulsed, a muffled whimper escaping as he frantically tried to move away from
Victor’s touch. “Mmf! Nngh!”
Yuuri looked down at Yuri’s crotch, only clothed by the thin fabric of his underwear. He licked his
lips as a bead of moisture wet the fabric, right at the tip of Yuri’s cock. “Oh, baby. You’re so
naughty, losing control like like.
Victor was prompted to look down at Yuuri’s words, inspecting Yuri’s leak with his own eyes. “I
barely even touched you. You must really need to go.”
Yuri nodded frantically as Victor reached down and cupped his package, gently squeezing to
give Yuri some relief. “Mmm! Mmm!” Yuri canted his hips up the best he could, desperate for
Victor’s touch and something to ease the pressure.
“So needy,” Yuuri scolded quietly.
Victor removed his hand with an agreeable hum, stepping back and pressing a finger to the
corner of his mouth. The older men watched in silence as Yuri writhed, inadvertently causing the
ropes to tighten around his middle. He moaned, muffled, as another leak dampened his
underwear. The spot had grown to the size of a baseball, and Victor clicked his tongue in
disapproval.
“You’re getting all wet, Yura.”
“Mmm,” Yuuri hummed, wetting his lips once more.
Yuri groaned as he pissed more, a trickle flowing down his thigh and pooling into a tiny puddle
on the chair below him. His face was scrunched up in concentration, tears streaking down his
face as he fought to remain in control. Yuuri inhaled sharply as a hissing filled the room, Yuri
having lost the fight.
He sank back in the chair as he pissed, eyes shut and still leaking tears down his cheeks. He
moaned behind the gag, cock spilling the contents of his bladder onto his lap, soon spilling onto
the chair. A puddle began forming on the floor, splashing loudly as Yuri’s thick stream continued
to add to it. he moaned again, eyes fluttering open as the pee tapered off, the last dribbles
dripping down onto the floor.
Victor and Yuuri stared at him in silence for a moment, taking in his flushed, wet cheeks and
demure expression. Finally, Victor spoke. “Are you relieved now, Yura?”
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Chapter 19: Yuri/Beka Dom/Sub Request
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“You will hold it, Yura.”
Those four words spoken from Otabek’s lips brought Yuri to his knees instantly, head bowing in
a submissive position. “Yes, Sir.”
“Why are you your knees, hmm?”
Yuri sucked in a deep breath, raising his eyes to meet the older man’s. “I’m going to sit here and
wait until you give me permission.”
Otabek hummed contently, reaching down tousle Yuri’s hair as a reward. “That’s a good boy.
What are you waiting for permission to do?”
“To use the bathroom.”
“Good boy,” Otabek repeated. “You sit pretty for me, now.”
Yuri placed his hands at his thighs, laying them flat against the rough fabric of his jeans. He had
needed to go badly when he had first asked for Otabek’s permission to use the toilet, and that
was an hour ago. Now, he was beyond bursting, his bladder protruding from his thin frame and
aching to be released. Still, Yuri stayed as still as possible, knowing better than to squirm under
Otabek’s watchful gaze.
“Yuri,” Otabek waited until Yuri made eye contact once more before continuing, “spread your
thighs for me.”
Yuri obeyed without question, shuffling until his thighs were pulled apart. He bit down on his lip
to fight through the wave of pressure that overtook him, piss threatening to spill from his cock at
any moment. “Sir.”
“Yuri?”
“I don’t… I can’t hold it much longer.”
Otabek knelt in front of him, fingers lightly brushing his chin. “I told you to hold it and wait for
permission. Are you telling me that you would disobey me?”
Yuri shook his head, tears prickling behind his eyes, whether from his desperate state or the
thought of disappointing Otabek. “I want to hold it for you, Sir. I-I’m trying.”
Otabek softened his grip on Yuri’s chin the slightest bit, scanning over his face. “Remember
your safe words, Yuri,” he whispered.
“Yes,” Yuri breathed.
Otabek fell back into character without hesitation, clicking his tongue as he released Yuri’s chin.
“You will wait to use the toilet. Don’t you dare piss in your pants like a child.”
Yuri nodded, bowing his head as he twisted his hands together in his lap. It was starting to hurt,
and he knew that he wouldn’t last much longer. The tip of his cock burned with sheer
desperation, and a dribble escaped, dampening his underwear. Yuri cringed inwardly at the
sensation, taking in a sharp breath and trying to prevent anymore from leaking out.
“Yuri?”
“Sir?”
“Are you crying?”
It was only then that Yuri realized the burning behind his eyes was dissipating, dotting the lap of
his jeans in sporadic patterns. “Yes, Sir.”
“Have you leaked?”
As soon as the words hung between them, another dribble made its way past Yuri’s slit. It
wouldn’t be long now; his bladder throbbed inside of him. “Yes, Sir.”
“Weak,” Otabek tore at him, scoffing in disgust.
“I’m sorry, Si-”
The floodgates broke. Yuri whimpered as the first real spurt left this cock, making the head burn.
The heat flowed through him and into his underwear, soaking them completely before his jeans
began to glisten. Otabek was scolding him, berating him, but all Yuri could register was the relief
he was feeling. He was soaked completely within a few seconds, his stream thick and
unforgiving. He sunk down into the puddle he was creating, breaking from his kneeling position
as the last few spurts trickled to the floor.
“Sir,” Yuri whispered weakly. He was quickly becoming boneless, sinking down even further into
his own mess. “Sir, please.”
“Disgusting brat,” Otabek spat out, stepping away as Yuri reached out to him.
Yuri had asked for this, he had asked for Otabek to be unforgiving and cold. But suddenly, the
words were too much. He broke, tears coursing down his cheeks as he blubbered, “I’m sorry,
Beka!”
The breaking of character was enough for Otabek to sinking to his knees, right in Yuri’s puddle.
“Yuri, are you-” Otabek carefully placed a hand on Yuri’s shoulder. “Do you want to stop?”
“Y-Yes,” Yuri whispered, clinging to Otabek’s shirt. “I thought I wanted you to, but… I n-need it. I
need you.”
“Okay, okay. It’s alright, I’m right here.”
Yuri was pulled into strong arms, right onto Otabek’s lap. “You’ll get wet,” Yuri whispered in
protest.
“Don't worry about that,” Otabek murmured into Yuri's hair. “I love you, Yuri. So much. You did
so well, and I'm sorry if I went too far.”
Yuri shook his head, burying his face in Otabek's chest. “I wanted it, I did. Just... Not all at once.
It got to be too much.”
“Yuri, next time, please tell me sooner so that I can slow down. I don't want to make you hurt.”
“I'll tell you sooner next time, Beka,” Yuri promised. “I will.”
“You're okay now, Yuri. You're safe now.”

“I know,” Yuri murmured, sinking deeper into the embrace. “I love you, Beka.”
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Chapter 24: Victor/Yuuri/Otabek/Yuri Dom/Subs
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Contains explicit sexual content. Otabek dom with the others as his subs.
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“I really don’t think you’re going to last,” Otabek taunts them.
He walks past each of them, cock hard in his fist, pumping slowly in front of each of their faces.
They are on their knees in a row: Yuuri, Victor, and then Yuri. Yuuri is squirming incessantly,
fanning his bare legs and trying to capture his cock between his thighs to relieve the pressure.
Victor is still, though his brow has begun to sweat and he shifts from time to time. Next to him,
Yuri’s hands are gripping his knees as he rocks back and forth on his heels, breathing heavily.
“No,” Otabek hums. “You won’t last.”
“C-Can I try first, Beka?”
The voice comes from Yuuri, eyes wide and hopeful as he lifts his head up. They are playing a
game, of course. A game in which Otabek filled all three of their bladders to the brim and then
stripped them down, lining them up on the floor. He then stripped, taunting them with his cock
as they waited for all the liquid to get them desperate. Now, it is time for the real game to begin.
They will each have two minutes to try and make Otabek come, whether with their mouths or
their asses. If they can hold out until Otabek releases, they can piss in the toilet. If they can’t,
they will be punished. They all know what they are getting themselves into- Otabek can be
stimulated forever before he comes.
Otabek smirks down at Yuuri, reaching out and petting his hair. “Of course you can. So eager,”
he praises. “How would you like to pleasure me?”
Yuuri stares thoughtfully for a moment before replying, “fuck me.”
Otabek doesn’t need to be told twice. He gets behind Yuuri, waiting as the older man bends
down and plants his hands on the floor. Otabek reaches for the bottle of lube, slicking up his
cock and lining it up with Yuuri’s already stretched hole. “I’m going to enter you now, Yuuri.”
When Yuuri responds with a quiet hum, Otabek sinks inside.
“Ah!” Yuuri gasps as Otabek fills him, panting. “Keep going,” he assures Otabek, before he can
ask if he wants a moment to adjust.
Otabek obliges him, letting Yuuri swallow him completely. His heat is overwhelming, but Otabek
begins thrusting into him with fervor. Yuuri groans loudly, gasping with each and every thrust.
“How’s your bladder doing, hmm? Do you feel even fuller with me inside you?”
“Yes,” Yuuri moans, rocking his hips back into Otabek’s thrusts. “I’m so full, but it feels good.”
Otabek smiles, rubbing Yuuri’s back. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” he muses.
When Yuuri’s two minutes is up, Yuri informs Otabek quietly, asking, “may I try next?”
Otabek pulls out of Yuuri slowly and carefully, pressing a kiss to his cheek and whispering into
his ear, “good boy.”
He then moves over to Yuri, who is unable to sit still. He is squirming deliciously. Victor still
remains somewhat composed, his hips rotating in a constant but controlled motion. Otabek
smiles, teasing Yuri by asking Victor, “what do you think? Should Yura go next, Vitya?”
Victor makes eye contact, nodding slowly. “Yes, Beka. Let him go next.”
Shrugging, Otabek brushes Yuri’s hair back lazily. “Which end, Yura?”
Wordlessly, Yuri opens his mouth, jaw going lax. Otabek hums with approval, sliding his slick
member inside Yuri’s mouth and watching as he sucks on the head, tongue swirling around and
licking up the lube from the shaft. Otabek moans quietly, thrusting his hips up and languidly
fucking Yuri’s hot cavern. Yuri moans, muffled as he squirms in front of Otabek. Smiling, Otabek
reaches down to ruffle Yuri’s hair.
“Hold it for me like a good boy. Yuuri was so good for me; won’t you be, too?”
Yuri nods before swallowing Otabek’s cock down even farther, bobbing his head and taking as
much as he possibly can. A hand drifts to his cock and gives it a squeeze; the motion does not
go unnoticed by Victor, who encourages him quietly, “you can hold it, sweetie.”
Yuri hums around Otabek’s cock in response, reaching out with his free hand between his and
Victor’s bodies. Otabek smiles as the two thread their fingers together, grasping onto each
other. When Yuuri whispers that the two minutes are up, Otabek slips himself out of Yuri’s
mouth, still unfulfilled. He kisses Yuri’s cheeks as he did Yuuri’s, whispering to him the same
phrase, “good boy.”
Victor smiles as Otabek approaches him, reaching out with his free hand and touching Otabek’s
thigh. He grunts as his hand moves further up, gently pulling at Otabek’s balls in a way that
makes him want to rock into the skilled touch. “Mouth?” Otabek asks in assumption.
Victor shakes his head, lightly kissing the shaft of Otabek’s cock before having to release Yuri’s
hand and slide his hands down for balance. Otabek mounts him without warning, sliding inside
him with ease. “Ah, Yura, your spit makes good lubrication,” Otabek whispers. “How does it feel,
Vitya?”
Victor moans, arching his back and mumbling, “Feels full,”
Hearing the grit in his tone, Otabek stops thrusting and stills inside him. “Do you need me to
stop, or slow down?”
Victor shakes his head, rocking back as if to prove a point. “No, I’m okay. Thank you, Beka.”
Otabek continues his rhythmic thrusting, entranced in the way Victor’s heat makes him feel like
every inch of his skin is ignited. Otabek can feel his arousal starting to build, licking his lips and
grabbing onto Victor’s hips. “You feel so good, Vitya.”
Victor is humming out a response when a gasp sounds to their left, Yuri bending forward with
his hand desperately clutching his cock. Otabek pauses, glancing over just in time to see a
trickle of urine sliding down Yuri’s inner thigh. It takes a moment for Yuri to get it under control,
but he manages.
“You okay?” Victor whispers.
Yuri nods, cheeks flushing. He manages to take his hand away from his cock, planting it back
on the top of his thigh. “Yeah; I really need to go.”
“You leaked,” Otabek whispers.
“Yes,” Yuri agrees, looking up at Otabek with pitiful eyes. “I’m not going to make it much longer.”
“Me neither.” Yuuri’s voice is soft and quiet, and the three glance over at him. his hand is buried
in his crotch, kneading at his cock quickly.
“Have you leaked?” Otabek asks, pulling out of Victor.
Yuuri shakes his head. “No.”
Otabek hums, leaning down and kissing Victor’s cheek. “Good boy,” he praises him.
Otabek stands back for a moment, observing his two most desperate lovers. Victor is still in
control, rotating his hips and sucking in deep breaths. Yuuri doesn’t let go of his cock for a
second, squirming incessantly. Yuri keeps his hand close to his cock, but doesn’t grip it. He
wiggles his hips, face screwed up with concentration as he tries not to lose anymore control.
Finally, Otabek approaches Yuuri and murmurs, “how do you want me?”
Yuuri shuts his eyes and opens his mouth, inviting Otabek to slip inside. He does, watching
Yuuri’s face scrunch up with concentration as he tries to balance pleasuring Otabek with not
pissing all over himself. Otabek ends up doing most of the work, fucking into Yuuri’s mouth and
only having Yuuri suck and swirl his tongue around his member. Otabek’s gut is coiling, his
arousal steadily building by the time Yuuri pulls off, his two minutes up.
“Are you…” Yuuri blushes, as if his question could possibly be any more embarrassing than
Otabek fucking his mouth. “Are you feeling close at all?”
Otabek runs his fingers through Yuuri’s hair, a silent thank you. “I’m feeling very, very aroused,
Yuuri. You did such a good job.”
Yuuri sighs, moving his attention back to holding it as Otabek moves to Yuri. The youngest is
gripping himself again, whimpering quietly as he rocks in place. “Beka,” he whispers, broken.
“Yura,” Otabek responds, cupping Yuri’s cheek. “You look so desperate.”
Yuri nods, eyes watering as he gasps. Otabek looks down just in time to see another dribble of
piss leak onto his thigh, dripping quietly onto the floor between Yuri’s legs. “I’m going to lose,”
Yuri whimpers, another leak spurting from his dick. His knuckles are white from the strength of
his grip, yet it isn’t enough to keep him in control. A weak stream worms its way from Yuri’s
swollen tip, and he moans with discomfort.
“Yura,” Otabek whispers. “Don’t hurt yourself, please.”
Yuri nods, though he still keeps his hand clamped on his penis. Otabek trusts that Yuri knows
his own limits, and smiles softly when Victor reaches over to rub Yuri’s back. Spurts continue to
jet out onto Yuri’s thighs, and Otabek makes no move to enter Yuri’s mouth or ass. There is no
point; Yuri has already lost, it’s just a matter of him completely losing control.
The last of Yuri’s control slips with a grunt, his body falling forward, only being caught by Victor.
“You’re okay,” Victor whispers as the three men watch the puddle below Yuri spread. The
hissing of Yuri’s stream is loud, but the sigh of his relief is louder. He sags forward, relying solely
on Victor to keep him upright as Otabek strokes himself languidly, watching Yuri piss.
Yuuri is in agony at the sound and sight of Yuri’s release, gripping himself desperately and
squirming nonstop. By the time Yuri is fully emptied, Yuuri is moaning softly. As Yuri sags back
against an equally squirmy Victor, Otabek glances at Yuuri. “You’re okay? No leaks?”
Yuuri shakes his head in response, still grasping himself. “No leaks,” he affirms.
Otabek nods, turning his attention back to Yuri. “You’ve been a bad boy,” he whispers, taking
Yuri from Victor’s grasp and setting him on his thigh. Otabek forces Yuri to look at him, using his
hand to tug at his chin. “You know what you get when you’re bad, don’t you?”
Yuri nods placidly, turning over on Otabek’s knee so that his damp butt is exposed. “Spanked,”
he murmurs.
“That’s right,” Otabek chides. He glances at Yuuri, who looks as if he is going to burst at any
second. “I’ll tell you what. You’ll get five, if Yuuri can stay dry while I punish you.” Otabek
pauses, watching Yuuri’s eyes widen. “But, if he leaks, you get one more spank for each leak.
How does that sound?”
“Okay,” Yuri whispers, shifting on Otabek’s knee.
“Yuuri?”
Yuuri nods, sucking in a deep breath and steeling himself. “Okay.”
Otabek rubs his hand over Yuri's damp asscheeks, soothing before he lifts his hand and brings
it back down, the sound of skin-on-skin filling the room. Yuri doesn't even flinch. Otabek slaps
his ass again, eliciting the same sound, and this time, a grunt from Yuuri. Otabek glances at his
crotch, waiting to see his thighs glisten. They don't.
“Start counting out loud,” Otabek demands.
When his hand comes down again, Yuri yelps, “three!”
Yuuri moans, desperately fanning his legs. When a dribble of piss trickles onto his hand and
thigh, Otabek clicks his tongue. “You leaked, Yuuri. Now Yura gets six.”
“Four!” Yuri counts.
Yuuri whimpers, another trickle making his thigh glisten. “Now it's seven,” Otabek mutters,
bringing his hand down again.
“Five!”
“I'm sorry, Yura, I'm t-trying.”
“Six!”
It's clear that Yuuri is close to tears, struggling to hold back for Yuri's sake. Otabek brings his
hand down the seventh time, and then, Yuuri loses control completely. Otabek pulls Yuri up
onto his lap to watch as piss spurts out of Yuuri's cock, wetting his thighs and the floor. Yuuri
chokes on a whimper as he releases the grip on his cock, letting the urine flow freely.
It's loud. Victor resorts to holding himself every few moments as Yuuri empties, the sound of his
pee splashing onto the floor proving to be too much for him. Once Yuuri is finished, Victor sighs
quietly, relieved that it's over.
“Come here, Yuuri,” Otabek beckons him.
Yuuri stands, leftover piss dripping down from his crotch, ass, and legs. He walks over
cautiously, standing in front of Otabek and Yuri. “You'll get seven, just like Yura,”
Otabek,concedes.
Yuuri nods placidly as Yuri stands up, pressing a quick kiss to Yuuri's cheek before scurrying off
to sit with Victor. Otabek hears them murmuring quietly, and watches as Yuri rubs Victor's upper
back.
“Come here, bad boy.” The way he says it isn't harsh or cruel, it's almost endearing. Yuuri
drapes himself over Otabek's knee, bracing himself for his spanking. “Count aloud for me.”
“Yes, Bek-ah! One!” Smack. “Two!”
Yuri kisses Victor’s cheek, rubbing his back gently. Otabek comes down even harder with the
next three slaps, with no relief in between.
“Three, four, five!”
Otabek soothes Yuuri’s asscheeks with his hand, rubbing the cold, raw skin tenderly. “You
okay?”
“Mhm.”
Slap. “Six!” Slap. “Seven!”
Otabek pulls Yuuri onto his lap as he did Yuri, kissing his cheek. “You and Yuri come sit over
her while I play with Vitya.”
Otabek stands, and Yuri wordlessly moves over to where Yuuri is, both of them sinking to the
floor in a tangle of arms and legs. Otabek brushes Victor’s cheek with his fingers, whispering,
“look how hard I am. I’m leaking everywhere. Do you think you can hold it until you push me
over the edge?”
Victor nods resolutely. “Fuck me, Beka. Hard. Please.”
Otabek waits until Victor leans down, resting with his elbows on the floor. He grabs some more
lube and coats himself, having dried up after spanking Yuri and Yuuri. He slides into Victor
without any resistance, moaning at the sensation. Victor continuously clenches around him,
groaning as Otabek fucks him, hard, just as he asked for it.
“Beka, Beka, Beka…” Victor rocks back into Otabek’s thrust with gusto, moaning the entire time.
He chants Otabek’s name like a prayer, gasping. “B-Beka, I’m going to come. Will you fill me,
when I do? Please, Beka…”
Otabek groans at Victor’s words, gripping onto his hips and fucking him into the floor without
mercy. “Come for me, Vitya. Go ahead. Come without even being touched.”
Victor whimpers, his voice cracking as he spills onto the ground in ropes. His walls tighten and
release around Otabek, and he can’t hold back. His balls tighten up and he spills deep into
Victor’s ass, gripping his hips hard enough to leave marks. He is panting as he begins to soften,
pulling out of Victor. The second he is released, Victor curls up on the floor, panting and
moaning as he grasps as his cock.
“I need to pee, I need to pee,” he repeats, dry sobs rising in his throat.
Otabek wastes no time scooping Victor into his arms like a child, carrying him into the bathroom.
He sets Victor down on the toilet, and he begins pissing torrents the second he drops his cock.
Otabek keeps his hands on Victor’s shoulders, holding his limp body up as he empties his
bladder steadily.
“You did so well,” Otabek praises him.
He doesn’t realize that Yuri and Yuuri had followed them until he hears a quiet, “you won, Vitya.”
from the doorway.
Yuuri speaks next, marveling, “that’s so much pee.”
Victor chuckles quietly as his stream finally dies down, sighing deeply. “That felt so good.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Otabek murmurs, brushing back Victor’s hair. “Now,” he address all
three of them. “I think it’s high time that I bathed all of you, hmm? Get in the tub, and let me take
care of you.”
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Chapter 37: Yuuri Caught by Yuri
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It had been a long while since Yuuri had risked waiting this long to rush off to the bathroom.
Usually, he wasn’t quite this full by the end of practice- or, is he was, he would just give in and
go to the bathroom normally. Today, however, he pushed through Yakov’s training with a
painfully full bladder, knowing that what he craved the most would be his reward.
Yuuri scrambled down the hallway with a fresh pair of pants and underwear in hand, begging
the single stall bathroom to be open. He breathed a sigh of relief as the door eased open, letting
it slam shut behind him. He threw his clean clothes onto the counter carelessly, immediately
dropping down onto the toilet fully clothed. And then, he released.
Yuuri had to stifle a moan as his stream started, thick and hot. It seeped through his boxers,
spreading onto his pants and down to his thighs. It hissed and splattered into the toilet,
collecting under his ass before dispersing. He was completely caught up in his relief, only half
empty, when he saw the door handle turning. Oh no, he had forgotten to lock the door.
“K-Katsudon?” Yuri froze, hand dropping from the door handle as it shut behind him.
Yuuri’s face grew hot, but he was unable to stop pissing no matter how tightly he clenched his
thighs. “L-lock the door, Y-Yuri,” he whispered, knowing he would need to come up with an
excuse, and quick.
Yuri stared as Yuuri finished relieving himself, mouth agape. His eyes darted from Yuuri to the
fresh clothes on the counter and then back again, widening with understanding. “So this is why
you come rushing to the toilets all the time. You… you meant to… wet yourself?”
Yuuri bit his lip, his eyes resting on a very prominent bulge between Yuri’s legs. “I… yeah,” he
admits weakly. Turning the tables, he mutters, “did you come in here to take care of that?” He
nods his head at Yuri’s erection, causing the blonde to turn red.
Yuri shook his head, biting down on his own lip. He shifted slightly, unable to lock eyes with
Yuuri. “I came in here to pee. I have to go… really bad,” he muttured. “But then I saw that and…
this happened, and now I’m not sure if I’ll be able to…”
It took a few moments for Yuuri to process what Yuri meant, his eyes widening when he realized
that Yuri had gotten the erection from watching him wet his pants. Blushing, Yuuri stood,
cringing at the cloth cooling around his crotch. “You can, if you relax enough. Just give me a
second to clean up and then you ca-”
“Does it feel good?” Yuri asked.
Yuuri blushed deeper, nodding. “I like it,” he whispers, barely audible.
Yuri stepped closer, eyes trained on Yuuri wet crotch. “I-I think it feels nice to be full, sometimes.
To hold it in until you want to start squirming.”
Yuuri remained silent, hand frozen on his pile of clothes. He watched as Yuri sat down on the
toilet seat, just as he had before, shifting around as if to evaluate something. Finally, Yuuri
whispered, “what are you doing?”
Yuri shrugged, shutting his eyes. “I want to go, but I’m hard and it won’t come out.” He paused
for a moment before adding, “since it’s your fault I’m hard… will you help me to relax?”
Yuuri inhaled sharply, teeth tugging on his lower lip. Carefully, he took a step closer to Yuri,
placing a hand on his shoulder. “It will be difficult, because your body doesn’t want to let you go
when you have clothes on. Relax all your muscles,” Yuuri murmured.
Yuri did so, shoulders visibly less tense. “Okay, I’m relaxed.”
“Can I touch your stomach?” Yuuri ventured, eliciting a nod from Yuri. Yuuri leaned down,
placing his hand over Yuri’s bladder. He could feel a small bulge, accentuated by Yuri’s small
frame. “You really are full,” he muttered.
“I told you I need to go really bad,” Yuri pointed out calmly.
Yuuri had never seen the boy so relaxed and at ease around him, but he chose not to question
it. He began rubbing the taut skin around his bladder gingerly, pressing down harder every few
seconds. “Relax completely, Yuri.” Yuuri licked his lips, determined to guide Yuri. “It’s okay to
go, now. You don’t need to hold it any longer.”
Yuri exhaled shakily, announcing, “a little bit came out and then… I locked up.” He moaned
quietly, sighing. “I need to go so bad.”
“I know,” Yuuri whispered. “And you held on so well until now. But you can go, it’s okay.” Yuuri
began massaging Yuri’s bladder with more pressure, watching as Yuri’s pants began to glisten.
“There you go,” Yuuri murmured quiet praise. “Good job.”
Yuri moaned quietly as he finally got relief, Yuuri’s hand not dropping from his stomach. he
rubbed Yuri through his relief, listening to his piss splatter into the toilet. Yuri held a blissful
expression the entire time, and Yuuri noticed that his erection didn’t falter during his relief.
“Fuck,” Yuri whispered as his stream tapered off, the last dribbles dripping into the toilet. “That
felt nice,” he whispered. His cheeks were flushing, suddenly embarrassed again.
Yuuri smiled, standing and ruffling Yuri’s hair. “Do you have fresh clothes in the locker room?”
When Yuri nodded mutely, Yuuri offered, “I’ll clean up and get dressed, then bring you your
clothes, okay?” He only paused a second before adding, “would you like me to eh, take the long
way, so you have time to…” Yuuri gestured to the bulge in his soaked pants.
“Please,” Yuri croaked. Sighing softly, he added. “All of this stays between us… Right?”
“Of course, Yuri.”
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Chapter 38: Yuri Walks in on Viktuuri
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It had been a shitty day. Yuri had ended up storming out of practice an hour early, pissed off at
Yakov and unwilling to stay a second longer. He'd rushed out of the rink, heading towards Viktor
and Yuuri's apartment. He had a key, and they'd said he was welcome anytime he wanted. Of
course, he would never admit it to them, but he was grateful for their standing offer.
Yuri knew that Yuuri sometimes napped after practice, so he took great care to shut the door
quietly behind him. He took of his shoes in the hallway, placing his skating bag on the floor
before continuing down the hall. As soon as he rounded the corner, however, he froze, stepping
back out of view.
“Vitya, I'm going to burst!”
“You can hold it, just a little longer. We have time, still.”
“I really… I don't know how much longer I can wait.”
Yuri's heart pounded in his ears, his cock growing in his leggings. He peeked his head around
the corner once more, finding the older men in the exact same position that they were when
he’d first looked. They were sitting on dining room chairs that had been placed in the living
room, right over a clear plastic tarp. Viktor had his legs crossed tight and was rocking in place,
hands fisting the thighs of his jeans. Yuuri's hand was shoved between his legs, his legs fanning
in and out frantically.
“Vitya,” Yuuri whined desperately, “I need to pee. I need to go so bad.”
Viktor grimaced, grinding down onto his chair. “I know, love. I know.”
Yuri's face flamed, his cock throbbing at the sight. Why was this turning him on? Better yet, why
were they even doing this? Yuri bit his lip as Yuuri moaned, freezing up and letting out a low
whine.
“Viktor, I leaked. I'm getting close to my li-”
Yuri swallowed hard as Yuuri locked eyes with him, going completely still. He stuttered, trying to
form a coherent sentence with no avail. Viktor turned as a hissing filled the room, gasping as he
saw Yuri. He immediately stood, trying to shield Yuuri from view while dancing in place.
“Yura, you're here,” he mumbled, cheeks growing red. Yuuri's piss began spilling onto the floor,
splattering loudly.
Yuri stood in silence, looking past Viktor. His eyes were trained on Yuuri soaking himself, face
red with shame and eyes fluttering shut from relief. Viktor cleared his throat, taking a step
towards Yuri with a hand squeezing his cock. “We, uhm… we were…” he was at a loss for
words, dancing in place until Yuuri's eyes opened once more, his stream tapering off.
“Vitya,” he whispered hoarsely, “go to the toilet.”
Viktor bit his lip, nodding before dashing from the room. Yuuri finally made eye contact with Yuri,
shifting uncomfortably. “I'm sorry,” he whispered.
Yuri gaped, silently willing his erection away. “What the hell were you doing?” Yuri mumbled,
kicking the floor.
Yuuri sighed, picking at his soaked pants. “We were holding our pee,” he whispered.
Yuri bit his lip, exhaling shakily. “On p-purpose?”
Yuuri nodded, just as Viktor re-entered the room. “Go get cleaned up, love. I'll join you in a little
bit, okay?”
Yuuri nodded mutely, wincing as leftover dribbles of piss fell to floor when he stood. He rushed
from the room, head down and steps purposeful. Once he was gone, Viktor lowered himself
onto the couch and patted the space next to him. Yuri hesitantly moved across the room, sitting
down.
“You like doing that?” Yuri asked, not unkindly.
“Yeah,” Viktor murmured. “And you liked watching.”
It's not a question, but Yuri shook his head, balling his fists in his lap to hide his semi. “You're
weird,” Yuri muttered.
Viktor shrugged, reaching out and mussing Yuri's hair. “It's alright that you did.” Viktor waits a
coy few seconds before leaning in close to Yuri's ear. “Next time, you should join us.”
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cause you look so comfortable. Oh and you’re hot.”

Jinyoung blushed and mumbled, “yeah…”

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Chapter 1: Yuri/Chris Elevator Ficlet

“What’s wrong with you, grumpy little b-”

And then, the elevator jerked to a stop.

“What the fu-”

“Are you alright, petit garçon?”

“Seriously, will you be alright?”

“Yuri,” Chis began, but Yuri shook his head.

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“Yuuri, I need to go,” Victor rasped. “Please.”

“Sorry, love,” Victor mumbled, “My hand twitched.”

Yuuri’s voice was quiet, face red as a tomato. “Do it again.”

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Yuri tied up and gagged by Victor and Yuuri while desperate.

“Yura,” Victor crooned, “you look so lovely like this.”

“So needy,” Yuuri scolded quietly.

“You’re getting all wet, Yura.”

“Mmm,” Yuuri hummed, wetting his lips once more.

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“Why are you your knees, hmm?”

“To use the bathroom.”

“I don’t… I can’t hold it much longer.”

“Yes,” Yuri breathed.

“Are you crying?”

“Have you leaked?”

“I’m sorry, Si-”

“Okay, okay. It’s alright, I’m right here.”

“You're okay now, Yuri. You're safe now.”

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“No,” Otabek hums. “You won’t last.”

“C-Can I try first, Beka?”

Yuuri stares thoughtfully for a moment before replying, “fuck me.”

“You okay?” Victor whispers.

“You leaked,” Otabek whispers.

“Have you leaked?” Otabek asks, pulling out of Victor.

Yuuri shakes his head. “No.”

“Yura,” Otabek responds, cupping Yuri’s cheek. “You look so desperate.”

“Yura,” Otabek whispers. “Don’t hurt yourself, please.”

“Okay,” Yuri whispers, shifting on Otabek’s knee.

Yuuri nods, sucking in a deep breath and steeling himself. “Okay.”

“Start counting out loud,” Otabek demands.

When his hand comes down again, Yuri yelps, “three!”

“Four!” Yuri counts.

“I'm sorry, Yura, I'm t-trying.”

“Come here, Yuuri,” Otabek beckons him.

“Yes, Bek-ah! One!” Smack. “Two!”

“Three, four, five!”

Slap. “Six!” Slap. “Seven!”

Victor nods resolutely. “Fuck me, Beka. Hard. Please.”

“You did so well,” Otabek praises him.

Yuuri speaks next, marveling, “that’s so much pee.”

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