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Matt swiveled around in his chair to inspect Ryan, who had his back turned away facing his desktop.

They had been working on editing a new sketch all morning, probably since about nine o’clock. They had both made the plan to arrive at the office a little earlier than usual, hoping to reach a deadline that had already been pushed back far too many times to count. Since then Ryan had grabbed a hot cup of coffee, a water bottle, and his favorite white Monster, pounding away the caffeine mindlessly as he worked. Matt knew Ryan’s habits - he got absolutely sucked into projects, no time for breaks. No time for breaks until it was almost too late, and this was no exception. It was half past twelve now. Matthew could tell that Ryan was very quickly nearing his too late.

Ryan’s leg was furiously jiggling away, and Matt’s ears had since tuned in to the squeaking of his flip flop against the sealed hardwood. Ryan’s lean back and stretch routine was becoming more and more frequent with every minute.

Ryan had to pee. He really, really had to go pee.

Matt was pretty confident that Ryan wasn’t torturing himself on purpose. He was just one to get lost in what he was doing and simply forget, and then push off, his need to go until it was absolutely an emergency and he needed to go now now NOW. Matt took way too much pleasure in watching Ryan squirm. It wasn’t something that he had even imagined would be arousing to anybody, let alone himself, until he started working with Ryan. He started testing Ryan’s limits, slowly but surely, seeing how long he could force Ryan to wait before he was nearly bursting at the seams.

Matt turned back to his own monitor and listened carefully for the squeak of the office chair and the sound of scuffling feet that indicated Ryan was about to get up and go. He had completely lost interest in whatever he was editing; all of his focus was locked in on keeping track of the time until Ryan finally decided to get up. There was typing and clicking, the sounds of Ryan searching through tabs and looking through editing tools. Matthew sat at attention as he heard the swivel of Ryan’s chair, and the scrape of the wheels against the hardwood floor. Suddenly Matt decided that he needed the restroom too - in fact, he needed the restroom MORE than Ryan did - and he was planning on taking his sweet time.

Matt walked briskly all the way to the restroom. He closed the door, locked it. Maybe a minute went by before he heard footsteps following him up to the threshold. Then, the jiggle of the handle.

“Dude, it’s like we share a pee hole or something. I was literally just getting up to go.”

Matt chuckled to himself. “Yeah, well, I’m using a different hole right now.” He heard Ryan scoff, and the slap of his flip flop against the floor. Haha. He had him right where he wanted him.

“Fuck off dude. Shit faster, I’m about to piss my fucking pants.” Ryan walked back to his desk.

Now, Matt had to decide how long he was going to sit in the bathroom for, and what his next scheme was to keep Ryan in that office chair.

He had an idea.

10 minutes went by before Matt slowly unlocked the door, sneakers barely hitting the floor as he damn near tip toed back into the editing room. His head slyly poked around the corner, trying to catch a glimpse of his business partner. Ryan’s leg was bouncing, his fingertips were tapping, his brow was sweating. Perfect.

“So,” Matt began, loudly, startling the other who’s right hand flew to the crotch of his shorts. “Where are you at with this one, man? Almost done?” He leaned into Ryan’s space, peering towards the monitor in feigned interest. He pretended not to hear the whine of protest from beside him. Ryan scooted a few inches backwards to make a little bit more space for his guest.

“First of all, fuck you.” Matt smirked. “Second of all, I’d say maybe about an hour’s worth of work left and then it’s done. Mostly just the finishing touches and whatnot.” Ryan continued to tap and fidget; he fiddled with a discarded wrapper on his desk with his left hand, while discreetly trying to keep his right hand secured to the front of his shorts. The other man nodded, taking a second to glance at the time in the corner of the screen. Twelve forty - seven. He glanced back at Ryan, made a few quick observations, and then returned his gaze back at the clock. Huh. Maybe I can push it to one o’clock. One oh five.

He decided it was time to unveil the next step of his plan and quickly turned away to roll his own chair next to Ryan’s. Ryan was now further trapped in between him and the doorway, which made the last step of his plan pretty easy - dragging out his facade while Ryan tried not to wet his pants. He brought the mouse over to the scrubber, pulling it back to the beginning of the video Ryan was almost done with. He began methodically looking things over; making little suggestions, little comments, anything to keep the other man planted in his seat. A tiny whimper shot out from Ryan’s lips as he tried to subtlety buck his hips upwards, pretending to readjust himself in his chair. Matthew felt the front of his pants tighten as his budding erection made its way to full mast. He continued to play the video, making sure to wow, this one’s really funny and maybe you can just tweak this one really quick? It’s good, but I think this might work a little better instead.

Ryan’s situation was becoming dire now, and his bladder felt like it was about to bust open. Ryan didn’t want to deal with the wet mess that he could feel was about to happen any moment now. He started to lift himself from his seat before Matt frantically whipped his head to look over at this counter part, shooting an arm out to rest a hand on his upper thigh.

“Where you goin’ man? It’s almost done.” Matt’s cock twitched against his boxers. He knew exactly where Ryan was going.

“Dude, I told you I was about to piss my pants like thirty fucking minutes ago.”

Matt glanced back down at the clock. Twelve fifty - four. In Ryan’s urgent need to go, he had over estimated the time he had been waiting - he had only been waiting about fifteen minutes, twenty minutes at most. He could wait a little longer. He managed to sit Ryan back down, but he could sense that he was really pushing it now. He didn’t have that much time left. “Just - just one more thing, man. Can’t you wait just, like, one more minute? I’ll be done hassling you in a second, I swear.”

Ryan sighed shakily as he slowly sat back down, making careful moves as to not jostle his bladder too much. A strange rush of adrenaline shot through him as he allowed Matthew to take control; to sit him back down and tell him, no, you can’t go just yet. He couldn’t help but notice that he was feeling hot against his boxers, and he wasn’t just struggling with the urge to piss anymore.

Well, this was new.

He grappled with the idea that he might not make it to the restroom in time, that his body might betray him and force him to let go right here in front of his desk. He also grappled with the idea that Matt would be there, watching as Ryan frantically grabbed at his shorts while he lost control and wet himself. Tears of shame formed at his waterline. Shame about the embarrassment of having an accident, and shame about the fact that he wanted Matthew to watch.

For the last time, Matthew looked at the clock. One on the dot. He looked back at Ryan. His hand was firmly planted between his legs. His cock was hard.

He decides it’s time to give up the game, to give Ryan the release that he so painfully deserves. At this point Ryan is no longer staring at the computer screen, or Matthew, but at the floor. Matt reaches out towards his counterpart, gently taking his jaw in his grasp and turning Ryan’s face to look at him. God, he’s beautiful. His cheeks are perfectly pink with embarrassment and his eyelashes are long and wet with humiliated tears. He can barely hold eye contact with Matt at this point.

“Aww. Look at you. You really have to go pee, don’t you?” Matt slid his other hand down to stroke his erection through his jeans. He couldn’t help himself.

Ryan whips his head away from Matthew. He’s throbbing. Ryan tenses forward as a small spurt of pee releases itself into his boxers, not enough to show through but enough that Ryan is feeling warm and wet. He’s shaking now, shaking with the force of trying to contain his bladder. Both hands leap down to hold himself.

“Ah ah ah, none of that.” Matt grabs Ryan’s trembling hands and fights them over to the older man’s sides, leaving him unprotected. Ryan desperately bucks his hips upwards as he’s struggling not to let go. Another small gush of pee escapes his bladder, enough to form a dark spot around the fabric encasing the tip of his penis. Matt’s little smirk twists into a lustful grin as he realizes that he’s winning. Ryan is a blubbering mess now, whining incoherent pleas as tears stream down his face. He knows who’s in control right now, and he’s absolutely desperate from Matthew to give him permission to wet himself.

“Please, Matthew, please please please. I have to go, please, please can I go?” He’s struggling against Matt’s grip, but in truth he’s hoping that the other man can keep him there. Keep him down, control him, force him to stay put right where he’s at. He lets out a pathetic sob.

“Aww, baby, you can go right here. If you really need to pee that bad, you can go right here.” Matt’s penis is throbbing painfully against the seam of his jeans, and he almost thinks that he could cum right at this very moment. He never thought he’d take so much joy in watching Ryan come completely undone; to watch him thrust and thrash and cry and whine. Ryan bucks again, fruitlessly; realizing that he’s lost. He spasms as he pointlessly continues fighting to keep himself contained. A sudden gush makes its way out of his bladder. His pathetic whimpers begin rising into moans as an intense feeling of pleasure sends tremors from his cock, all the way up to his back and all the way back down through his legs.

Finally, Ryan gives in. He relaxes, allowing himself to let himself go into his shorts. Piss cascades down his thighs and over his chair, and down to the floor. Matt’s hands finally release their grip from Ryan’s wrists as he reaches over to pet his hair, guiding him through his accident.

“Hey, it’s okay. You did a great job. Such a good boy.” He continues to stroke Ryan’s soft curls until the other man is finished. Matt feels satisfied as Ryan goes limp with complete and utter relief and relaxation.

“Aw, sweet thing. Do you feel better now?” His lustful gaze softens into something more loving as he slides his hand from Ryan’s curls down to right below his eyes, wiping tears off of his cheeks. Ryan finally turns to look back, sleepily staring upwards through his lashes. He nods.

Matthew leans in further, once again tilting Ryan’s chin upwards.

“Use your words, baby. Do you feel better now? Do you feel better now that I let you go?” Matthew almost can’t handle how adorably bashful Ryan is. Again, Ryan whips his head away from Matt’s hand.

“Fuck you, Matt. Enough of your fucked up little game.” Ryan mutters, bitterly. He does his best to save face - well, as much as he can save while he’s sitting in wet shorts - and sits upright. He can’t pretend that he didn’t absolutely love what just happened, or that he definitely isn’t going to be masturbating to the thought of it for the next month.

Matt hard exhales through his nose and reaches downwards to release Ryan’s throbbing cock from his gym shorts and boxers. He’s still rock hard. Pre cum drips down his shaft. Matthew finally decides to unzip himself from his jeans and allow his own hard cock to spring free.