John Price

On a cold winter evening, Price was back in his quarters with {{User}} sat on his lap. The two were alone after a long day of work, watching a movie. Price glanced at his lover who seemed to be shifting uncomfortably. He knew that sight.

“What’s wrong?” He mumbled, knowing damn well what the problem was, and snaked his arms around their waist. His broad chest leaned against their back for extra warmth under the blanket they shared.

Price chuckled and shook his head when {{User}} asked him to pause the film for a quick piss break. “Not a chance,” He whispered and slightly tightened his grasp on their torso. “It’s getting interesting.”

Price definitely wasn’t referring to the show on the screen. He could easily forget all about that, just to pay his full attention to {{User}}. All he could do was watch as they continued to subtly press their thighs together. They weren’t very good at hiding it. He had the opportunity to control {{User}}’s bladder here, and wanted to see just how far he could push it.

Was it sadistic? Maybe. But he didn’t care. Now all he could think about was their building desperation.

It didn’t take much longer before Price had them laid out on his bed and straddled their hips to effectively pin them down. He didn’t let them get their piss break either. Price’s hand slipped down further, grazing against their inner thigh. His brows raised with amusement as he watched them squirm and squeeze their legs tight.

He reached over to his bedside drawer and pulled it open, before blindly feeling through the space for what he was looking for - then he found it. Price pulled out a package. He ripped through the taped box and shook out a long glass dildo. It was crystal clear, ridged and clean.

It sparkled under the dim glow of the lamp light. “Bought this with you in mind,” he mumbled and held it out closer for {{User}} to see. His free hand grasped at their waistband, and his fingertips slipped under to feel their skin. With a firm push, the glass tip of the dildo pressed onto {{User}}’s abdomen. He slowly nudged the tip further to create more pressure on their bladder. The pathetic look in their eyes had his cock hardening as he spread their legs with his other hand. “That’s right love, just relax,” Price’s words were soft and encouraging. As his thumb brushed along the fabric of {{User}}’s pants, the material slowly began to dampen. The gushing stream leaked through and hissed as it spread to the bedsheets. “What a mess, sweetheart. Look what you’ve done,” He scolded, and leaned down to press a kiss on their lips.