#3016

It was already the middle of the afternoon, and not once had he used the bathroom in their busy day. It was part of the request, even as odd as it was. It had been them going from place to place around the city to work on smaller jobs. They usually never worked on the weekend, but Reigen had decided to take on a couple of extra jobs and scheduled them there.

And through this, Reigen had more than once bought drinks for him, saying it would be bad not to stay hydrated in this weather. Forget that it wasn’t really all that hot outside at the moment and that they mostly took the bus to go around. Mob still didn’t argue and accepted the drinks.

He had really been in need to use the bathroom for a while.

“I… I really need to pee,” he said, voice quiet, too embarrassed to let anyone passerby hear him. He didn’t miss the strange glint in his shisho’s eyes, the man’s smile growing very satisfied.

“We are close to the office though, and this park doesn’t have a bathroom,” Reigen pointed out, looking at his watch. “Can’t you hold it in until we are back at the office? You’ll be able to use the bathroom there,” he asked.

The idea had Mob feeling even more desperate, shaking his head. He really felt like he could barely hold it in standing still here, how could he manage until the office? He knew they would have a good ten minutes of walking before reaching it. And then there would be stairs to take, and the door to unlock.

“I see,” Reigen hummed, “There are still the bushes and trees over there, it should be okay,” he suggested, taking pity on him. Mob truly looked about to piss himself right in the middle of the pathway, and seemed about to cry too.

Mob nodded to this, taking the hand Reigen was offering him after checking that no one was near. He was then very slowly guided into the little wooden area of the park. Tears were welling up in his eyes as he forced himself to hold it in even more as he could feel himself leak a little.

Reigen then helped him take off the backpack he had been carrying all day, dropping it in the grass near them. “Let me help you, Mob,” Reigen simply stated as he made him lean his back against a tree.

The young man couldn’t help feeling a little confused, watching as his shisho got on his knees. When he looked up, he paled a little when he realised he could still see the pathway from here.

Sure, they were already pretty far, and there were trees and bushes in the way, but he could still see it. And that meant if someone looked their way, they would likely see his upper body too.

“Shisho, I think people can see me,” he mumbled, looking down at where Reigen was working on unlacing his shoes and taking them off. When that was done, he threw them aside with the backpack.

“Don’t worry, Mob, I’ll make sure no one can see you,” the older man assured him, standing up again and in front of him, blocking his view like this. He then watched as he leaned over him a little, forearm against the trunk over his head. “Now you can go,” he added.

Mob wanted to say he needed to open his jeans first, but yelped when he felt a hand press low on his stomach. “Shisho!” Mob said in a strangled cry, hands grabbing at his wrist to pull him away.

The pressure was too much, painful even.

“It’s okay, Mob, don’t worry, just relax and let it go,” Reigen whispered against his ear, leaning in even closer. He never lifted the pressure, only applying even more.

And it was too much for Mob. He truly couldn’t keep it in anymore. He started crying as he lost control over his bladder, shaky hands grabbing desperately at the older man’s suit jacket.

The relief of finally emptying his bladder was overwhelming, a strange feeling building up as the stream of piss never stopped. He could feel the way his jeans grew warm and wet, a dark trail growing down his legs, running down his ankle and feet and into the grass.

Reigen never pulled his hand away, always applying some pressure against his bladder. He had pulled back though, watching as Mob cried quietly as he pissed himself like this. Watched the dark wet patch between his legs grow and grow, until it started spreading down.

He could feel arousal grow inside his gut, groin stirring a little at the sight. What a sight his discipline made, looking so cute like this.

As Mob finishes making a mess of himself, Reigen leans in closer again, fingers gently brushing tears away. He whispers quiet reassurance, assures him everything is alright, and there’s no need to cry. “You’re shisho got you, don’t worry,” he said softly, kissing his temple.

With that, he crouched down in front of him again, hands working on his belt and zipper. He does take the time to admire the mess Mob just made of himself before pulling his jeans and underwear down. The wetness of the fabric makes it stick to him a little more, not allowing it to slide quite as easily.

Mob doesn’t even have the mind to care about people meters away that could possibly see him. All he can do is watch as his cries quieten out.

He watches as the older man helps him step out of his soiled clothes and put them aside. Eyes follow as he reaches for the backpack near them and pulls a rag and a big water bottle out.

He feels a little strange as the man helps him wash himself, face burning up again. It also doesn’t escape him how ready for this his shisho is, making him wonder if that strange no bathroom request had been for this all this time.

He would have preferred to know in advance.

The water feels cold against his heated skin, but he feels much better as it washes away the trails of piss left behind. Feel slowly more at ease as the rag wipes away everything, even washing his feet last as he makes him step away from the damp ground. Soon after, the rag joined his jeans and boxers.

“Here, all cleaned up,” Reigen smiles up at him, as if he had just helped lace his shoes. Still, Mob can’t help moving from one foot to the other, hands now pulling his shirt to cover himself a little. “But now I have nothing to wear,” he points out.

Another bright smile from the older man as he was reaching inside the bag again. This time, he pulls out a pair of basketball shorts, giving them to him. “Here, you can wear this instead,” he says.

Mob takes the shorts, staring a them for a moment, then at his shisho. But he can’t really question him as the man is now busying himself with throwing the soiled clothing in a plastic bag.

So Mob puts on the basketball shorts, noticing how they are his size rather than Reigen’s. It feels a bit weird not wearing any underwear, but this is already much better than nothing.

When he’s done putting his thankfully safe shoes on, Reigen has thrown everything back in the back, now slinging it over his shoulder. “How about I clean those for you, so you don’t have to worry about it,” he offers. Mob simply nods at this, not wanting to imagine getting caught trying to clean this at home.

After that, Reigen pats his back, hand staying there as he stirs him towards the pathway again, ready to leave.