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Title: Of Piss and Prisoners
Fandom: Gladiator
Rating: Soft R
Pairing: Commodus/Maximus
Warnings: Non-con, accidental wetting, watersports, humiliation
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters here, this is purely for entertainment purposes.
Notes: This is my absolute first watersports fic. Yes, this is watersports, and that was the third time you were warned!
Maximus couldn’t remember how long he’d been chained for. Commodus must’ve been particularly upset with him, as they both knew what Rome would think if they knew Maximus was here. Commodus was glaring down at him, and if looks could kill, Maximus would have been dead ten times over. Commodus must have also felt full of himself, because he had not been quiet for one minute since he walked in.
“Well?” Commodus asked expectantly, and Maximus realize he hadn’t been listening. In the silence, Commodus scoffed. “Come now, you’ve been chained for the better part of two days. You must be famished.” It was true; Maximus was in need of nourishment, as he’d only had water to drink continuously since he’d been chained. But a different, more urgent need was pressing and making itself known in his groin, and Maximus had to speak up.
“Hunger is not my biggest concern.” He said quietly, his gaze shifting up to lock with Commodus’s. “I need to relieve myself.” Commodus’s stance shifted and he crossed his arms over his chest. Maximus wasn’t sure if he’d made his point clear, so he repeated crudely, “I need to piss.” Commodus chuckled softly.
“Oh, I heard you.” He stood still, and something in the back of Maximus’s mind began to panic.
“You can’t.” he said softly, but Commodus remained unmoved, standing a few feet from the chained Maximus, seemingly waiting for the inevitable. They sat there, time passing all too slowly for Maximus, until he couldn’t take it any longer.
“Caesar, you must-”
“Must I?” Commodus interrupted, his gaze moving down to where Maximus’s skirt brushed the ground over his bent knees. Motioning to the guard, Commodus grinned as Maximus’s clothes were removed, and Maximus was too afraid he’d lose control if he fought. Now naked, Maximus was focusing everything on making sure he didn’t give Commodus what he wanted. Commodus waved the guard away, stepping closer to his prisoner as Maximus’s face twisted in agony and concentration. His hands shot down to grab his cock, trying to hold it in and contain himself.
Commodus knew it was only a matter of time, and it wasn’t much longer until Maximus groaned, unable to hold back anymore. Urine slipped through his fingers, dripping onto the dirt below, coating his hands. Once he’d started, Maximus found the relief too great to care that Commodus was watching, and he put his hands on the floor, pissing freely now. He couldn’t lift his head, couldn’t look Commodus in the eye and, as the stream of urine finally ebbed, Maximus heard the sound of clapping.
“Well done.” Commodus said, his voice dripping with amusement, and Maximus bit back a curse. “But now I must go.” Maximus sighed inwardly, thankful that Commodus was going to leave him to his humiliation in peace, but he looked up when he didn’t hear leaving footsteps. Maximus was appalled to see Commodus lifting his clothes, holding his cock and stepping closer to where Maximus was chained. Suddenly, it became all too clear what Commodus wanted to do, but Maximus refused to back away. Whatever was done to him, he would take it like a man, with what little dignity he could maintain.
With his head bowed, Maximus winced as he felt Commodus begin to piss on his neck, the hot liquid dripping down onto his naked back. Commodus was groaning very softly, breathing a little heavier as he watched Maximus be humiliated in the most delicious way. The smell of both of their urine filled the small dungeon-like room, and Maximus tilted his head away from the dripping piss that began to trickle onto his cheek. For Maximus, it seemed like forever, but it didn’t last long enough for Commodus. And then it was over, and Maximus shook his head, but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to clean himself without a bath.
The silence was broken by Commodus’s chuckling voice. “I feel much better.” Maximus spit on the ground, partially from the piss that had found it’s way into his mouth, and partially out of contempt. Turning on his heels, Commodus had to leave before his erection was visible to his prisoner, leaving Maximus to his humiliation.
Fandom: Gladiator
Rating: Soft R
Pairing: Commodus/Maximus
Warnings: Non-con, accidental wetting, watersports, humiliation
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters here, this is purely for entertainment purposes.
Notes: This is my absolute first watersports fic. Yes, this is watersports, and that was the third time you were warned!
Maximus couldn’t remember how long he’d been chained for. Commodus must’ve been particularly upset with him, as they both knew what Rome would think if they knew Maximus was here. Commodus was glaring down at him, and if looks could kill, Maximus would have been dead ten times over. Commodus must have also felt full of himself, because he had not been quiet for one minute since he walked in.
“Well?” Commodus asked expectantly, and Maximus realize he hadn’t been listening. In the silence, Commodus scoffed. “Come now, you’ve been chained for the better part of two days. You must be famished.” It was true; Maximus was in need of nourishment, as he’d only had water to drink continuously since he’d been chained. But a different, more urgent need was pressing and making itself known in his groin, and Maximus had to speak up.
“Hunger is not my biggest concern.” He said quietly, his gaze shifting up to lock with Commodus’s. “I need to relieve myself.” Commodus’s stance shifted and he crossed his arms over his chest. Maximus wasn’t sure if he’d made his point clear, so he repeated crudely, “I need to piss.” Commodus chuckled softly.
“Oh, I heard you.” He stood still, and something in the back of Maximus’s mind began to panic.
“You can’t.” he said softly, but Commodus remained unmoved, standing a few feet from the chained Maximus, seemingly waiting for the inevitable. They sat there, time passing all too slowly for Maximus, until he couldn’t take it any longer.
“Caesar, you must-”
“Must I?” Commodus interrupted, his gaze moving down to where Maximus’s skirt brushed the ground over his bent knees. Motioning to the guard, Commodus grinned as Maximus’s clothes were removed, and Maximus was too afraid he’d lose control if he fought. Now naked, Maximus was focusing everything on making sure he didn’t give Commodus what he wanted. Commodus waved the guard away, stepping closer to his prisoner as Maximus’s face twisted in agony and concentration. His hands shot down to grab his cock, trying to hold it in and contain himself.
Commodus knew it was only a matter of time, and it wasn’t much longer until Maximus groaned, unable to hold back anymore. Urine slipped through his fingers, dripping onto the dirt below, coating his hands. Once he’d started, Maximus found the relief too great to care that Commodus was watching, and he put his hands on the floor, pissing freely now. He couldn’t lift his head, couldn’t look Commodus in the eye and, as the stream of urine finally ebbed, Maximus heard the sound of clapping.
“Well done.” Commodus said, his voice dripping with amusement, and Maximus bit back a curse. “But now I must go.” Maximus sighed inwardly, thankful that Commodus was going to leave him to his humiliation in peace, but he looked up when he didn’t hear leaving footsteps. Maximus was appalled to see Commodus lifting his clothes, holding his cock and stepping closer to where Maximus was chained. Suddenly, it became all too clear what Commodus wanted to do, but Maximus refused to back away. Whatever was done to him, he would take it like a man, with what little dignity he could maintain.
With his head bowed, Maximus winced as he felt Commodus begin to piss on his neck, the hot liquid dripping down onto his naked back. Commodus was groaning very softly, breathing a little heavier as he watched Maximus be humiliated in the most delicious way. The smell of both of their urine filled the small dungeon-like room, and Maximus tilted his head away from the dripping piss that began to trickle onto his cheek. For Maximus, it seemed like forever, but it didn’t last long enough for Commodus. And then it was over, and Maximus shook his head, but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to clean himself without a bath.
The silence was broken by Commodus’s chuckling voice. “I feel much better.” Maximus spit on the ground, partially from the piss that had found it’s way into his mouth, and partially out of contempt. Turning on his heels, Commodus had to leave before his erection was visible to his prisoner, leaving Maximus to his humiliation.