Zack and Luca: Humiliation

[CharlieMania 4]

This story contains bathroom control, humiliation wetting, public wetting, and themes of vandalism (though the public humiliation is more the focus). The characters are in a loving relationship and everything is consensual.

I've had this fantasy bouncing around in my head for a while, and decided to make an account to write it down. It starts out pretty tame but will quickly escalate to extreme public wetting. It's going to be broken down into several chapters as Zack and Luca gradually get more and more brave with their kink.

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Chapter 1: The first Wetting

-- Luca's perspective --

Zack and Luca had been dating for almost a year. Zack was a bigger ex-military guy and looked like he could eat you for breakfast. He was 6'3" with large muscles, an intimidating buzz cut, and a small scar on his cheek. His boyfriend Luca was quite a bit smaller. He was 5'9 with shaggy blonde hair and a cute lopsided grin. Nobody, whether they knew them or not, would have guessed that Luca was the dom. 

Despite his intimidating appearance, Zack was the most easily flustered and embarrassed person Luca had ever met. A bit of PDA, even just a kiss on the cheek of a suggestive wink while out in public, was often enough to turn Zack's face beet-red and reduce him to nervously stammering. Even at home Luca could still fluster the big man with minimal effort with a casual offhand lewd comment. And Luca loved it.

They started experimenting with bathroom control about a month ago. They had messed around with pee a bit before, but nothing too drastic - just pissing on each other in the shower a few times. When Luca first proposed the idea of controlling when Zack was allowed to go to the bathroom, Zack had turned red and clutched his coffee mug so tightly that Luca thought he might break it. He had agreed though, just as aroused by the thought as he was embarrassed.

They tried it for a day to start, and Luca never made him hold that long, instead just enjoying the bit of control he had over him in telling him when to go pee. But over the course of the last month, Luca started to make him wait longer and longer between bathroom breaks, sometimes even pretending to forget just to see how long it would take Zack to ask him. 

He had asked Zack before if he would be okay if he was driven to actually wet himself, and Zack had nodded from behind the book that he had immediately pulled up to cover his face. This wasn’t Luca’s intention though - mostly he just wanted to watch his boyfriend squirm with desperation before desperately running to the bathroom as soon as he was allowed. He enjoyed the feeling of power it gave him, and he loved seeing how nervous and embarrassed Zack got when he was right on the edge. But one day, about a month in, he pushed Zack too far.

-- Zack’s perspective –

They were sitting on the couch watching a movie, and it had been several hours since Luca had let him pee. They were barely halfway through the movie and Zack was squirming as he tried to keep it together, shooting desperate glances at Luca to try to convey his need. He knew Luca could feel him squirming too - the little brat was snuggled into his side, eating popcorn and acting like nothing was wrong. When Zack finally hissed his name, Luca just gave him a cute innocent smile and went “hm?” like he didn’t know what Zack needed.

“Luca… I have to go…” he mumbled. 

“You can make it through the movie, can’t you?” Luca asked in that innocent voice he always liked to use when he was pretending not to know how he was driving Zack crazy. 

“I can’t, not this time…” Zack grabbed his crotch to try to keep it together as a few drops leaked into his boxers. “I actually can’t Luca…” 

“Shh, I’m watching the movie. Be a good boy and hold it until the end of this scene, okay?” he asked. End of the scene… that’s more manageable… Zack thought. He nodded and squeezed his crotch tighter as he tried to watch the movie to distract himself from his desperation. 

But not a minute later, he felt it. Warmth spread through his underwear and under his butt, though it took him a moment to register what was happening. As soon as he realized he was pissing himself, his eyes widened. He instinctively scrambled to his feet to try to protect the couch, which already had a puddle under where he was sitting. But this left him standing in front of Luca, eyes wide and heart pounding as he pissed his pants.

The piss ran down his legs, soaking his pants and socks and puddling on the carpet around his feet. His light gray sweatpants turned a dark gray. He tried to stop, to cut off the flow, but he couldn’t. He could do nothing but stand there, his face bright red, as he peed his pants in front of his boyfriend. 

-- Luca's perspective –

He really hadn’t meant to actually make Zack piss himself, at least not yet. Zack had said he’d be okay with it, and he was hoping to get there eventually, but he really was going to let him go to the bathroom after this scene. As soon as Zack jumped up, Luca felt the wet spot on the couch. He immediately turned to watch his boyfriend pissing, a much more entertaining show than the movie they had on. 

Luca’s mouth curved into a wide grin when he saw the look on the big man’s face. He didn’t think he’d ever seen someone look so mortified, rooted to the ground as he peed. It was a lot too - Zack peed for almost a full minute, and the whole time he never made eye contact with Luca. When he was done, Luca stood up and pulled Zack’s head down to give him a gentle kiss on the lips. 

“Good boy,” he whispered. He didn’t think it was possible, but he could have sworn that Zack’s face got even redder. 

Edited Sunday at 07:36 PM by CharlieMania
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[CharlieMania 4]

Luca and Zack start to test the waters of public wetting

Chapter 2: In Public at Night

-- Luca’s perspective --

After that first time Zack wet himself, Luca comforted him with a blowjob then helped him clean up the mess. Then he toned it down for a few days, deciding to be merciful and give his poor boyfriend a break. He let him use the bathroom frequently and didn’t even tease him for peeing himself, as badly as he wanted to. 

After a few days, Zack approached him. His face was red, his eyes seemed to be actively avoiding Luca’s, and he was fiddling with his hands - that was how Luca knew this was going to be something fun. That’s when Zack confessed to him how much he had enjoyed wetting himself - the warmth, the shame, the taboo feeling of pissing in his pants - all of these he said turned him on beyond belief, and the orgasm he’d had after was one of the best he’d ever had. 

Luca, of course, was thrilled to hear this, and he told Zack as much. He’d loved seeing the mortified expression on Zack’s face when he realized what was happening, the way his sweatpants darkened and piss pooled under him, and the feeling of control he got knowing that Zack had pissed himself rather than disobeying him. 

So after that, he upped the ante. He found that he liked pushing Zack to the very edge, and sometimes over it, but he was fair. He would usually tell Zack how long he had to make it, e.g. “after this episode”, “once we’re done eating”, or “get me off first.” Usually Zack was able to make it, but every time Luca found himself secretly hoping that he wouldn’t and that he would get to see him piss himself again. 

And sometimes, Zack didn’t make it. He wet himself again at the dinner table about a week later, and though he didn’t say anything, Luca knew exactly what was happening by the shame on his face and the loud pattering sound on the wood floor. He pissed himself again in bed one night, horrified as they both laid in the spreading puddle. Once he even pissed himself as he was fumbling with his belt in front of the toilet after Luca had said he could go.  Every single time it happened Zack would look just as embarrassed as he helplessly flooded his pants, and every time it got him off to no end.

Within a couple of months, Luca decided it was time to step up his game a bit. He had something he’d been wanting to try but hadn’t wanted to scare Zack away from it too early. He was always in control of Zack’s bathroom use, even in public, but he had been nice about it in public. He always let him pee before they left the house, and if they were in public for a long time he found him plenty of opportunities to use the restroom. But Luca wanted so badly to see Zack squirming and trying to hold it in with the threat of being seen by others, maybe even wet himself in public. 

So one evening, he decided to test the waters. Zack had been drinking plenty of water and he was starting to squirm while he read a book in an old armchair in the living room. Luca waited until he was really starting to shake, before he smiled at him. 

“Let’s go for a walk,” he told him. “And you can pee when we get back.”

-- Zack’s perspective --

Zack nearly dropped the book when he heard Luca. Instead he just stared at him for a moment as he tried to find anything to say, and his mind started to race at the thought of going out into the night while this desperate to pee. He felt a pang of arousal in his gut and he gulped, surprised to find that the thought excited him. The fear quickly outweighed the excitement though and he gulped.

“Luca… you can’t be serious… in public?” he asked finally. He saw the teasing smirk on his boyfriend’s face soften into a genuine smile.

“Is that okay?” Luca asked. “Tell me if I’m taking it too far.” Seeing the genuine look on his lover’s face put Zack at ease a bit, as he remembered that Luca would never make him do something he genuinely didn’t want to. He could say no and Luca would back off immediately. He found himself nodding slowly, though his cheeks were warm. He dropped his eyes, not able to make eye contact with him. 

“Yeah…” he mumbled. “You’re a bitch but… yeah, it’s okay.” This earned a small chuckle from Luca, and Zack shakily got to his feet. It was dark out, he was wearing dark pants, and there weren’t usually many people out and about past dark in their neighborhood. As they left their small home, he kept reminding himself that there would likely be nobody around, and even if he did piss himself it probably wouldn’t be visible.

The whole walk, Zack was squirming and trying to squeeze his legs together, at times even checking that nobody was around before grabbing his cock and squeezing hard to keep himself from leaking. He made it that time though, and he sighed with relief as he pissed in the toilet when they got home. 

Of course Luca wasn’t done though. These walks became a nightly occurrence, and Zack knew that Luca was just waiting for the time when he would inevitably lose control. And eventually that night came. He was already bursting to piss by the time they left, and thankfully he was again wearing his black jeans. They were about ten minutes from home when it happened. Zack was squeezing his crotch so hard it hurt but spurt after spurt of piss were starting to leak into his underwear. He stopped walking, squeezed his legs together, and tried to will his desperation away. But instead it was like a dam broke. 

All at once he was pissing hard and uncontrollably, completely flooding his pants as he stood illuminated by a street lamp. He frantically looked around but thankfully there was nobody to see. His puddle grew around him on the pavement. Despite his shame, he found that the warmth running down his legs felt good against the chilly night air. He finally released his crotch, recognizing a lost cause, and instead covered his face to try to hide his shame. 

-- Luca’s perspective --

Luca had been disappointed every night when they returned home with Zack’s pants dry. He wanted so badly to see him piss himself in public. So when it finally happened he was grinning ear to ear the whole time he watched his boyfriend peeing. In the dark the piss wasn’t really visible on his black jeans (a shame, and Luca made a mental note to remedy that next time) but he could see the puddle spreading across the pavement.

He was sure that to Zack it felt like an eternity that he stood on the sidewalk wetting, but Luca thought it was over far too soon. When he was sure Zack was done, he grabbed the big man’s hand from his face and pulled it down before interlacing their fingers. Then they started to walk again, Luca humming and swinging their arms gleefully, knowing that Zack had to walk the rest of the way home in soaked pants. They passed a woman on the sidewalk as they walked, and even though she surely couldn’t see it, Luca could practically feel the humiliation coming off of Zack in waves. 

 

[CharlieMania 4]

Luca pushes Zack a bit further… but an unexpected surprise leads to more humiliation than he’d planned on.

Chapter 3: The car

-- Luca's perspective --

Luca was starting to push Zack further and further in public. Seeing Zack pissing himself on the sidewalk, illuminated by the streetlight, was one of the hottest things he had ever seen. It was exhilarating. But now he wanted more. He wanted to see Zack standing in a crowd of people pissing into his pants, almost crying from humiliation as a dark stain on his pants incriminated him. So with this fantasy in mind, he became less nice about letting Zack have frequent bathroom breaks when they were in public.

This particular day was sunny, and they were at a small music festival downtown. Zack was wearing blue jeans that Luca had seen him wet before, and he knew that they turned much darker when they were wet. He hadn’t let Zack pee in almost 2 hours, and he knew that he had been chugging water since it was so hot out. He could see Zack pushing his legs together uncomfortably. Then Zack leaned down to Luca’s ear.

“Luca,” he whispered. “I really have to go.” They were standing in the middle of a crowd watching some guy strum a guitar and sing, and Luca didn’t think he was very good. 

“Poor baby,” Luca responded in an unsympathetic voice. “Now hush, I’m trying to listen.” Zack looked around the crowd and then down at his pants, and Luca felt a rush of excitement from how helpless the bigger man’s expression was. 

“Luca, seriously…” he said. He’d brought up the idea of more public wetting to Zack already of course - he wouldn’t make him do something like this without asking him first. But looking at the crowd and hearing the stress in Zack’s voice, he decided that this may be too extreme. At least not yet… He looked up at Zack and smiled. 

“Alright. Let’s go home then, and you can go when we get home. Sound fair?” he asked. Zack looked relieved by this, and he nodded. 

“Yeah, alright.” 

Luca drove a small red sedan that Zack barely fit into the passenger seat of. They were about 20 minutes from home when there was no traffic - but given the festival, Luca had a feeling they wouldn’t be so lucky. Lucky for me though! He was right. They hadn’t gone a mile before they were at a standstill and Zack let out a loud groan of frustration. As they inched forward in traffic, Luca made a point of stopping and starting a bit too fast, the car lurching every time, and Zack glared at him. 

“I know you’re doing that on purpose.” 

“Doing what on purpose?” He flashed his best innocent smile at Zack, who was glaring holes into him. It would have looked intimidating if his face wasn’t bright red, or if he wasn’t desperately squirming in his seat and bouncing his legs. Zack just glared harder, and Luca shrugged and turned back to watch the road.

-- Zack’s perspective --

It felt like they had been in traffic forever. He checked his watch and saw that it had been about 20 minutes. They would be home by now, and Zack would be pissing in a toilet, if it weren’t for the traffic. But instead they were stopped in the middle of the interstate, lurching forward a few feet at a time and almost making him lose it every time the car stopped. 

Luca had left a little too much space in front of him, and another car cut in front of them. Zack reached over and slammed down on the horn, and Luca laughed. 

“So rude!” he teased, and Zack just glared at him as he let the other car in front of them. Then he lurched forward again and Zack lost it. 

It was a trickle at first, just barely leaking into his pants, but he couldn’t stop it and soon a loud hissing sound filled the car as he started to piss himself. The crotch of his pants darkened, and he immediately tried to cover the dark spot with his hands. It was unlikely that anyone in the other cars could see, but he couldn’t stop thinking about them looking over through the window and seeing his soaked pants. The piss quickly formed a warm puddle under his ass on the seat before running down the sides and front of the seat, down his calves and into his shoes. It pooled on the floorboards and still he was pissing, regretting all the water he’d drank as he flooded his pants. 

Luca, of course, was watching him the whole time with that same obnoxious shit-eating grin he always had when watching Zack make a fool of himself. Zack tried to glare at him but he knew it just looked pathetic - face red, pissing himself, and with his cock completely hard and tenting his pants. Finally his stream died down and he was left sitting in a cooling puddle of piss. Usually after he wet himself, he would get out of his wet clothes right away. Then Luca would either give him a blowjob or ride him before they cleaned up the mess and Zack tried to forget what had happened. But this time all he could do was sit in the mess, soaked and rock hard, and wait.

-- Luca’s perspective --

As soon as they were free of the traffic, Luca started to speed home. A part of him wanted to drive slowly just to leave Zack sitting in his own puddle for longer, but he was also desperately horny from seeing him wet himself and he wanted to fuck. He rubbed his legs together, completely hard, and didn’t even notice that he had started to go 90 in a 70. That is, until he heard sirens behind them. He turned to look at Zack, whose eyes had gone as wide as saucers. Then he grinned. 

“Heh, whoops…”

“Don’t ‘whoops’ me! You did that on purpose!” Zack snapped. Luca smiled at him. 

“I didn’t actually… I just wanted to get home and ride you. But this is even better!” He pulled over and happily rolled down his window as the cop walked up to the car. He could see Zack desperately trying to hide his accident with his hands, but he couldn’t cover it up, and Luca actually thought that having his hands there was even more incriminating. 

The officer that approached the car was a middle aged woman with dark red hair, and Luca gave her an apologetic smile as she walked up.

“Afternoon, officer.”

“Good afternoon sir. License and registration please.”

“Sure, here you go.” Luca reached over Zack to open the glove box and pull out his registration before giving the documents to the officer. 

“Are you aware that the speed limit is 70?” the woman asked. She looked bored and impatient, like she didn’t really want to be here, and Luca wondered if he might be able to get them out of a ticket. Heh, sorry Zack… He looked down and rubbed the back of his neck, pretending to be embarrassed. 

“Ah, I’m very sorry ma’am… we just had a bit of an accident in the traffic and got in a bit of a rush to get home. It won’t happen again.” He glanced at Zack, and the officer’s gaze followed his until it landed on Zack’s soaked crotch. Her eyes widened and she turned a bit red as she immediately looked away from the accident and back at Luca. 

“Right… well, I’ll let you off with a warning this time then…” she said, clearly feeling quite a bit more awkward now. “I just need to go run these documents real quick then I’ll let you go.” She hurried back to her car, and Luca turned to smile at Zack, who looked like he’d just seen a ghost. 

“I’m going to fucking kill you…” Zack mumbled, though Luca thought that he could hardly kill him if he couldn’t even make eye contact with him. Luca just grinned and gave him a peck on the cheek. 

“You love me,” he replied. Then he squeezed Zack’s bulge and rubbed it slowly, delighted when Zack instinctively jerked his hips up. “And you love this… I bet it turned you on even more when she saw you, hm?” He released him and looked back over right before the officer approached the window again. He collected his license and registration.

“Have a nice day, sir…” the officer said, before quickly making her exit. 

“You too!” Luca called after her, before he rolled up the window and drove home. 

[jessica1994 63]

On 6/17/2024 at 3:33 AM, CharlieMania said:

Luca pushes Zack a bit further… but an unexpected surprise leads to more humiliation than he’d planned on.

Chapter 3: The car

-- Luca's perspective --

Luca was starting to push Zack further and further in public. Seeing Zack pissing himself on the sidewalk, illuminated by the streetlight, was one of the hottest things he had ever seen. It was exhilarating. But now he wanted more. He wanted to see Zack standing in a crowd of people pissing into his pants, almost crying from humiliation as a dark stain on his pants incriminated him. So with this fantasy in mind, he became less nice about letting Zack have frequent bathroom breaks when they were in public.

This particular day was sunny, and they were at a small music festival downtown. Zack was wearing blue jeans that Luca had seen him wet before, and he knew that they turned much darker when they were wet. He hadn’t let Zack pee in almost 2 hours, and he knew that he had been chugging water since it was so hot out. He could see Zack pushing his legs together uncomfortably. Then Zack leaned down to Luca’s ear.

“Luca,” he whispered. “I really have to go.” They were standing in the middle of a crowd watching some guy strum a guitar and sing, and Luca didn’t think he was very good. 

“Poor baby,” Luca responded in an unsympathetic voice. “Now hush, I’m trying to listen.” Zack looked around the crowd and then down at his pants, and Luca felt a rush of excitement from how helpless the bigger man’s expression was. 

“Luca, seriously…” he said. He’d brought up the idea of more public wetting to Zack already of course - he wouldn’t make him do something like this without asking him first. But looking at the crowd and hearing the stress in Zack’s voice, he decided that this may be too extreme. At least not yet… He looked up at Zack and smiled. 

“Alright. Let’s go home then, and you can go when we get home. Sound fair?” he asked. Zack looked relieved by this, and he nodded. 

“Yeah, alright.” 

Luca drove a small red sedan that Zack barely fit into the passenger seat of. They were about 20 minutes from home when there was no traffic - but given the festival, Luca had a feeling they wouldn’t be so lucky. Lucky for me though! He was right. They hadn’t gone a mile before they were at a standstill and Zack let out a loud groan of frustration. As they inched forward in traffic, Luca made a point of stopping and starting a bit too fast, the car lurching every time, and Zack glared at him. 

“I know you’re doing that on purpose.” 

“Doing what on purpose?” He flashed his best innocent smile at Zack, who was glaring holes into him. It would have looked intimidating if his face wasn’t bright red, or if he wasn’t desperately squirming in his seat and bouncing his legs. Zack just glared harder, and Luca shrugged and turned back to watch the road.

-- Zack’s perspective --

It felt like they had been in traffic forever. He checked his watch and saw that it had been about 20 minutes. They would be home by now, and Zack would be pissing in a toilet, if it weren’t for the traffic. But instead they were stopped in the middle of the interstate, lurching forward a few feet at a time and almost making him lose it every time the car stopped. 

Luca had left a little too much space in front of him, and another car cut in front of them. Zack reached over and slammed down on the horn, and Luca laughed. 

“So rude!” he teased, and Zack just glared at him as he let the other car in front of them. Then he lurched forward again and Zack lost it. 

It was a trickle at first, just barely leaking into his pants, but he couldn’t stop it and soon a loud hissing sound filled the car as he started to piss himself. The crotch of his pants darkened, and he immediately tried to cover the dark spot with his hands. It was unlikely that anyone in the other cars could see, but he couldn’t stop thinking about them looking over through the window and seeing his soaked pants. The piss quickly formed a warm puddle under his ass on the seat before running down the sides and front of the seat, down his calves and into his shoes. It pooled on the floorboards and still he was pissing, regretting all the water he’d drank as he flooded his pants. 

Luca, of course, was watching him the whole time with that same obnoxious shit-eating grin he always had when watching Zack make a fool of himself. Zack tried to glare at him but he knew it just looked pathetic - face red, pissing himself, and with his cock completely hard and tenting his pants. Finally his stream died down and he was left sitting in a cooling puddle of piss. Usually after he wet himself, he would get out of his wet clothes right away. Then Luca would either give him a blowjob or ride him before they cleaned up the mess and Zack tried to forget what had happened. But this time all he could do was sit in the mess, soaked and rock hard, and wait.

-- Luca’s perspective --

As soon as they were free of the traffic, Luca started to speed home. A part of him wanted to drive slowly just to leave Zack sitting in his own puddle for longer, but he was also desperately horny from seeing him wet himself and he wanted to fuck. He rubbed his legs together, completely hard, and didn’t even notice that he had started to go 90 in a 70. That is, until he heard sirens behind them. He turned to look at Zack, whose eyes had gone as wide as saucers. Then he grinned. 

“Heh, whoops…”

“Don’t ‘whoops’ me! You did that on purpose!” Zack snapped. Luca smiled at him. 

“I didn’t actually… I just wanted to get home and ride you. But this is even better!” He pulled over and happily rolled down his window as the cop walked up to the car. He could see Zack desperately trying to hide his accident with his hands, but he couldn’t cover it up, and Luca actually thought that having his hands there was even more incriminating. 

The officer that approached the car was a middle aged woman with dark red hair, and Luca gave her an apologetic smile as she walked up.

“Afternoon, officer.”

“Good afternoon sir. License and registration please.”

“Sure, here you go.” Luca reached over Zack to open the glove box and pull out his registration before giving the documents to the officer. 

“Are you aware that the speed limit is 70?” the woman asked. She looked bored and impatient, like she didn’t really want to be here, and Luca wondered if he might be able to get them out of a ticket. Heh, sorry Zack… He looked down and rubbed the back of his neck, pretending to be embarrassed. 

“Ah, I’m very sorry ma’am… we just had a bit of an accident in the traffic and got in a bit of a rush to get home. It won’t happen again.” He glanced at Zack, and the officer’s gaze followed his until it landed on Zack’s soaked crotch. Her eyes widened and she turned a bit red as she immediately looked away from the accident and back at Luca. Then, Zack fuck Luca like phima1

“Right… well, I’ll let you off with a warning this time then…” she said, clearly feeling quite a bit more awkward now. “I just need to go run these documents real quick then I’ll let you go.” She hurried back to her car, and Luca turned to smile at Zack, who looked like he’d just seen a ghost. 

“I’m going to fucking kill you…” Zack mumbled, though Luca thought that he could hardly kill him if he couldn’t even make eye contact with him. Luca just grinned and gave him a peck on the cheek. 

“You love me,” he replied. Then he squeezed Zack’s bulge and rubbed it slowly, delighted when Zack instinctively jerked his hips up. “And you love this… I bet it turned you on even more when she saw you, hm?” He released him and looked back over right before the officer approached the window again. He collected his license and registration.

“Have a nice day, sir…” the officer said, before quickly making her exit. 

“You too!” Luca called after her, before he rolled up the window and drove home. 

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