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This had all started one random Saturday.
Andre had drunk too much water, and his mom happened to take way longer in the bathroom than she should have. Cal was there to witness it all, the way Andre squirmed and shouted desperately at the door, the way his legs crossed only to uncross again — god, the look on his face when the bathroom door opened was unforgettable.
That was the day Calvin realized something about himself.
No matter how hard he tried to deny it, he wanted to Andre piss himself, he wanted to watch him break down in tears out of shame for being unable to control his bladder like a child. The disappointment he felt when the door opened was heavy. Was that bad? Wishing for such a shameful thing to happen to his best friend? Maybe calling it a 'bad thought' was an understatement.
After a few days since the incident, Cal searched for any ways that could put Andre in that same position again. The idea of him whining, pleading for Cal to let him use the toilet sent a dark thrill through his body. Today, he wondered just how much water he could force the boy to drink; only one and a half glasses of water made him begin to subtly shift under the carpeted floor below them.
Now, Cal could put his plan into action.
"I'll be right back." He muttered before standing up and walking off, and instead of actually using the bathroom,..? The blond sat there on the floor, waiting.
And he wasn't waiting long.
Andre frantically knocked on the door, struggling to focus on anything other than the growing desperation in his body. Curse his stupidly small bladder... "Cal? Hey, dude—could you hurry it up in there?" He failed to conceal the small whine that fell from his mouth. Fuck, was he seriously going to nearly piss himself again in under a week?!
The whine caught Cal's attention, causing a small smile to appear on his face. "I'm sorry, you're just gonna have to hold it like a big boy." Calvin teased, leaning back against the sink as he took in the small, but noticeable sounds coming from the other side of the door. Andre rolled his eyes and knocked again, hoping this was some sort of joke; he really did need to piss.
"Haha, funny joke. Now let me in." His tone started to get more and more desperate.
"Hmm..." The blond trailed off as if he was in thought. "No."
Andre leaned against the door on his shoulder, crossing his legs tightly in an attempt to relieve the discomfort in his abdomen. As a small wet patch grew on the front of his pants, he immediately rushed to grab onto his cock to stop anymore piss from coming out. "Open this fucking door, Calvin!" He begged, failing to ignore the shamefulness of this. "Cal, please I'm seriously about to piss myself—"
"That's too bad, Andre." Calvin commented, feeling his pants get tighter and tighter.
Holy shit, this was hotter than he initally thought it would be.
"Fuck... Oh, nononono—please-" When Calvin heard those whines, he didn't waste a second opening the door with the giddiest grin he's ever had. Andre attempted to push past his friend, but it was far too late for that. The front of his pants darkened, a puddle forming underneath him as he uncontrollably pissed himself. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes when he noticed the fact that Cal was staring at him. Hard.
"You-you fucking asshole!" He shouted in a poor attempt to sound angry though his voice cracked half-way through "Stop fucking staring at me!"
The sound of a picture snapping filled the room, Cal laughed like a madman, closed the door and ran off before Andre could yell at him more. A small groan came from the blond's mouth as he looked at the picture, knowing damn well he was going to jerk off to this every night.
Andre stood in the puddle of piss in utter humilation as he felt himself start to cry gently. Though in the back of his head, repressed and pushed super far down, this was oddly hot to him.
Goddamnit he wanted Calvin to take more pictures of him so vunerable.