pegging Femdom Fanatics!

[Ponderer]

((Ignore the watersports kink if you aren't into that. Feel free to respond with whatever response you’d like! Just make it fun. 

 

Alexander let out a disgruntled groan, his brows furrowing in irritation. Their bathroom had been undergoing much-needed maintenance for the past few days, creating a rather inconvenient dilemma. With the facilities out of commission, if Alex needed to relieve himself, his options were limited: he could either trek the mile to the nearest gas station or attempt to find a more private spot outdoors. The thought of making the long walk to the gas station nagged at him, filling him with annoyance. He was a person of principle and preferred not to compromise his dignity in such matters, so he resolved to endure the inconvenience.

Strangely enough, he had found himself unusually free of the nighttime urge to urinate—an oddity for someone who typically drank copious amounts of water. Usually, his urine was so clear and diluted that it resembled water more than the yellowish tinge most people were familiar with. One could chalk it up to his hydration habits, but tonight felt different. 

The reason for his unusual nocturnal comfort was not lost on him; there was an unspoken understanding that (Y-C) would find their way into his room under the cover of darkness. They would coax him to empty his bladder with a playful yet peculiar persuasion, their gentle prodding and playful antics blending into a surreal routine. It was a bizarre arrangement that left Alex both bemused and intrigued, as he tried to reconcile the situation's absurdity with his everyday life.

Every night, the soft glow of the ceiling light cast a delicate shimmer on the lad’s hairless and pale pelvis as he reclined comfortably. The anticipation in the room was palpable, and his boxers were gradually pulled down, revealing his youthful skin. As (Y/C) settled down on their stomach between the eighteen-year-old's legs, a faint sound of sucking filled the air, mingling with the boy's oblivious groans of pleasure. The atmosphere was charged with an unexpected intimacy, culminating in the familiar sound of peeing that broke the silence, a reminder of the carefree spontaneity of youth. It could be heard in the room, but not the following splash as it hit the ground, because it was slurped up by (Y/C). 

Tonight unfolded just like countless others; Alex, a bright-eyed boy at eighteen, had dutifully made his way to bed by nine o'clock, his eyelids heavy with the day's weight. By the time the clock struck ten, he was already enveloped in a deep slumber, his small, slender frame nestled under a cozy, striped blanket. As he slept, the gentle rise and fall of his little chest could be seen, punctuated by the soft, rhythmic sounds of his snores that filled the otherwise still air of the room. Occasionally, a soft grumble would escape him as he shifted in the warmth of his bed, his gray eyes fluttering beneath their lids while he dreamed.

Despite the peace of the night, that tranquility was soon pierced by an unsettling noise. With a slow and unnatural grace, the old wooden door creaked open, the sound slicing through the silence like a knife. Shadows pooled at the threshold as an unseen presence slipped silently into the room. The faint moonlight illuminated the darkened space just enough to hint at the shape that had entered, casting an eerie silhouette against the walls

Edited July 18 by Ponderer