As much as Luca loves pushing Zack to the edge, he wants to give something else a try. He proposes his new idea to Zack… This one breaks format a bit. Instead of telling one story in detail, it’s going to touch on several different times that Zack wets himself.  Chapter 6: A New Adventure -- Luca's perspective -- Luca loved pushing Zack’s limits, getting him right to the very edge before letting him use the restroom to see whether he’d make it or not. He didn’t think he’d ever stop doing that… but he wanted to try something new too.  Until now, he always tried to be fair. He would tell Zack when he’d be allowed to pee and he’d be true to his word, always giving Zack a chance to make it. But sometimes all he wanted was to watch Zack piss himself, and he didn’t want to play games for it.  It had been a month since Zack peed himself on the bus. Since that incident, it seemed that there were no limits anymore. Zack wet himself under a table at Texas Roadhouse just a few days after, and Luca had insisted that they stay and finish their meal anyways. He’d pissed himself in the middle of a fairly crowded clothing store while waiting for Luca to come out of the changing room (Luca may or may not have intentionally been trying clothes on very slowly). He’d even pissed on a moving roller coaster, and Luca almost felt bad for the other park guests who may have been sprayed. Almost. It was so much more fun when he got Zack to lose control, and he could tell that Zack felt the same even if he was always horrified in the moment. So Luca decided to bring a new idea to him. One night they were cuddling on the couch. Zack was reading a book and Luca was laying on his chest. “Hey Zack?” “Yeah?” “If I told you to piss yourself, would you?” he asked. “Ow!” he added when Zack immediately dropped his book on his head. Still, he was delighted by how flustered Zack immediately became.  “I- Luca, I… What, you… you mean like… like right- right now?” he stammered, and Luca giggled at his inability to get the question out.  “Just in general,” he responded. Then he smiled up at him. “But also right now.” Zack was just staring at him with huge eyes now, and Luca was almost embarrassed to have asked. So he kept going. “Think about it… It would be so much fun if I could just tell you to piss, whenever I felt like it. I love how obedient you are… I want to see you piss your pants just to please me.”  Zack was silent for another moment, but then Luca heard a hissing noise, and he realized that Zack was doing it. He was really pissing himself, right now, on the couch with Luca laying on him. And it’s not an accident this time, he realized with a rush of arousal. I told him to pee so he is. He smiled as he felt his thigh, which was nestled between Zack’s legs, get wet. “That a yes then?” he asked Zack, who looked like he might die of embarrassment. The bigger man still seemed to be mute, but he slowly nodded.  -------------------------------------- Luca didn’t bring it up again for a few days. When he finally did they were at home, since he wanted to test the waters before going further. They had just had sex and were lazily making out in bed. Their legs were tangled together and Zack was partially on top of Luca. He was panting when they pulled away from the kiss, and he smiled at Zack.  “I want you to piss…” he said. “Right now.” Zack started to get up, but Luca grabbed him and pulled him back down on top of him and kissed him again. “No dummy, not in the bathroom. Right here.”  “O-oh…” was all Zack said for a moment. He seemed to be thinking hard, before he asked, “are you sure? It’ll get all over you.”  “That’s the idea,” Luca reassured him. And a moment later warm liquid exploded over Luca’s body before soaking into the bed under him. By the time Zack was done, Luca was soaked, and he was hard again. “Another round?” he asked breathlessly. -------------------------------------- The next time, they were out at a coffee shop. They were sitting on a couch by a fireplace, and Luca hadn’t let Zack use the restroom in a while. He was starting to squirm, and Luca smiled at him.  “Need to go?” he asked.  “Yeah,” Zack admitted, and Luca decided to go for it. He shrugged.  “Go ahead and piss here then,” he told him, and rested his head on Zack’s shoulder. Zack stared at Luca.  “Are you… fucking serious?” he asked, and Luca just smiled.  “Mmhm. Come on, you’ve wet yourself in worse places than this.”  “Yeah but not… not on purpose…” Zack grumbled.  “Hmm. Your choice, but I’m not letting you use the restroom. So you can either piss yourself now, or keep holding until you get desperate and piss yourself anyways.”  “That’s not fair…” Zack replied, and for a moment Luca thought he was being too mean. But then he saw a wet patch form on the front of Zack’s jeans, and a few seconds later the couch under them started to feel wet. He heard a pattering noise, and saw that some piss was running down off the front of the couch and onto the carpet below.  “Good boy,” Luca said, and kissed Zack’s cheek.  -------------------------------------- -- Zack’s perspective -- One week, they had a friend visiting from out of state, Tom. They were all out at a bar on the way home from the airport, talking and joking like no time had passed. Zack was sitting in between Luca and Tom. Before Tom had moved away, he’d joined Zack and Luca in bed a few times, and though nobody had said it out loud they all knew that he would end up in their bed again by the end of this trip.  “Is he still as easy to embarrass as I remember?” Tom asked, then snickered when Zack’s face immediately turned red. “Guess that’s a yes.” Luca laughed and kissed Zack’s cheek. “Oh, you have no idea,” he told Tom, Zack immediately buried his face in his hands. Even before they started doing this, Luca had loved embarrassing him. And whenever Tom joined them, the two of them fed off each other’s energy and always managed to completely humiliate him. “Oh? Well I’m intrigued, tell me more,” Tom said as he leaned forward with a wicked grin. Luca turned to look at Zack.  “Mind if I tell him?”  “Go ahead, not like I have any dignity left as it is,” Zack grumbled. And with that, Luca launched into the story of how they’d gotten into their fetish. Tom’s eyes were sparkling with excitement as Luca told him about the times that Zack hadn’t been able to hold himself and had wet himself in public, but he narrowed his eyes in disbelief at the most recent story.  “No way… you told him to pee his pants in the middle of a coffee shop and he just did?” He raised an eyebrow. “Where do you get a boyfriend that obedient? I need one of those for myself!” Luca laughed and rubbed Zack’s back. “He’s one of a kind. Wanna see?” He asked, and ignored the glare that Zack shot him.  “Fuck yeah I do,” Tom replied. Luca turned to Zack.  “You know what to do then,” he purred in Zack’s ear, and Zack glared at both of them in turn. He was completely red.  “I hate you. Both of you. Stop encouraging him,” he muttered. But then he obediently relaxed his bladder, and felt warmth flood his pants. Piss showered down from the barstool onto the floor below as Zack relieved himself. It felt strange having two pairs of eyes fixed on him as he pissed, both completely entranced. Tom whistled.  “Damn, you have him trained well.” “I’m right here you know,” Zack said. Despite his grumbling, the way the two of them talked about him like an object turned him on to no end. Like he was just a plaything, a prize for Luca to boast over. Finally he finished pissing. Luca kissed him, quick and dirty, before Tom did the same. He was becoming dizzy with arousal. “Let’s go home,” Luca said.

Definitely sex.

i hope to meet hot girl love pee in Egypt 

Luca decides to stop giving Zack more frequent bathroom breaks when they’re in public, and whatever happens happens. Chapter 5: The bus -- Luca's perspective -- Luca had cum so hard after Zack wet himself in the movie theater, and despite his boyfriend being so humiliated he almost cried in the car on the way home, he was pretty sure Zack loved it just as much. Still, he loved the big oaf, and seeing him that overwhelmed and ashamed from something Luca had done to him worried him enough that he decided to bring it up after.  But it turned out that he had nothing to worry about. Zack reassured him that he got off on the shame and the humiliation like nothing else, and that the meaner Luca was about it the more it turned him on.  “To be honest, walking out and knowing people were looking at me… that they knew what happened… I kinda wanted to strangle you, but I’d also never been so turned on,” Zack admitted to him. Then he smiled at Luca, a big goofy smile that warmed his heart. “Besides, I trust you enough to do this with you. I’ll safeword if it’s ever too much.”  With his anxieties eased, Luca started thinking about how he could take it further from here. He loved seeing Zack humiliated in public, and now he knew how much Zack loved it too, so the door was wide open. He decided that he would just cut back on Zack’s bathroom use in public. If he could push him to the edge everywhere they went, sooner or later something fun was bound to happen.  The day finally came a couple weeks later. Luca’s car was broken down and Luca didn’t care for riding on Zack’s motorcycle, so they were using the bus while the car was in the shop. They were on a date at a nice restaurant, and Luca hadn’t let Zack piss since they’d left the house a couple hours before. By the time they paid, Zack was squirming.  “Luca, can I go now?” he asked quietly as they got up out of their seats.  “Hmm… No, you can go when we get home,” he promised him, then grabbed his hand. He thought he was being perfectly reasonable. Between the walk to the bus stop, the bus ride, and then the walk home it probably wouldn’t be more than half an hour before they were home. Zack seemed to find this agreeable too, as he nodded and followed Luca out without much argument.  The bus was crowded, and Zack and Luca weren’t able to find a seat. Instead they both held onto a metal pole, fairly packed in among a dense crowd. Luca didn’t think Zack would have any trouble making it home, and he felt a small twinge of disappointment at that. But halfway home, the bus stopped for a suspicious length of time. Luca tried to look outside, but packed in as they were he couldn’t tell what was going on. The minutes stretched on with the bus barely moving, before finally the driver made an announcement. “Sorry folks, looks to be a pretty bad backup, sounds like there was an accident a couple miles up. Not sure how long the delay is going to be.”  The panic on Zack’s face was palpable, and Luca grinned up at him. “Heh… Sorry, even I wasn’t trying to be this mean,” he told him, but he didn’t feel all that guilty. Instead he was starting to feel thrilled at the thought of what might happen. -- Zack’s perspective -- For once, Zack couldn’t completely blame Luca for his predicament, though he still could tell Luca’s “sorry” was bullshit. He was taller than most of the passengers on the bus, so he had a clear view out the window. The traffic on the interstate was backed up as far as he could see. The bus rolled forward inches at a time, sometimes coming to a complete stop. Fucking hell, not here! Here, he didn’t have the cover of a dark theater, a private car, or a quiet night. Even the restaurant would have been better, with the table offering some degree of cover. But here he was in broad daylight, packed into a crowded bus, trapped here for the foreseeable future. And he was wearing his light gray sweatpants, one of the least discrete articles of clothing he could be wearing. He’d pissed in them once before and the contrast of the dark stain had been striking… He had to pee, but he’d held it longer before. It still wasn’t so bad that he was desperate. He still had a chance… He held onto that hope as the bus rolled along, but the traffic showed no signs of easing up. As the minutes dragged on his need grew and grew until the sinking realization set in - even if the traffic dispersed immediately, he wasn’t sure if he could make it home.  And then came the panic. He looked around as if he could somehow find a way out of his problem, something to prevent the inevitable. I could try to see if anyone has a bottle… I could demand to be let off the bus and go pee in the field… I could try to just let out a little to ease up the pressure… But he knew he wouldn’t do any of those things. He knew that if he “let out a little” he wouldn’t be able to stop. And besides, as his shame grew, so did his arousal.  Finally he angled his body towards Luca, hoping that would at least shield him from view a little bit. And finally he couldn’t hold it anymore. He squeezed his eyes shut to try to forget where he was as piss exploded from his cock. A moment later he opened his eyes though and stared down at himself. First the dark wet spot spread across his crotch, then down his legs. He felt the warm liquid running into his shoes, and saw it start to puddle around him.  To his horror, he still wasn’t stopping as the puddle grew. It spread out around Luca’s feet first, then to strangers, who hadn’t yet realized they were standing in Zack’s piss. Luca was grinning like a little psychopath of course, and didn’t seem to be at all bothered by standing in the puddle.  Finally his stream slowed to a stop, and Zack was mortified. He was almost grateful that the bus was so densely packed, since it made it harder for people to see his soaked pants. He startled when he felt Luca ran a hand gently down his chest.  “Feel better?” he asked him in a teasing voice. Zack’s only response was a pathetic little sound. A few feet away, a guy looked down and frowned as he stepped away from the puddle.  “Did someone spill something?” He asked. Despite Zack’s best efforts to use Luca’s body to shield his humiliation from view, the eyes of the passenger who’d first noticed the puddle landed on Zack. Then he looked away and muttered something under his breath.  As other passengers started to realize what had happened, most of them just uncomfortably looked away and tried to not get involved, and to give the puddle a wide berth. One woman pulled a bunch of napkins out of her purse and threw them down, though she didn’t say anything to Zack. This was going to be a long ride home.

I agree, looked like a very long pee. 12-14 hours of holding can't be healthy, but you have to do what you have to do. If you ever measure or records longer pees, please post about it.