I'd like to see Latvia so afraid of Russia that he wets himself, or Russia making him do it on purpose.
Diaper usage is optional but would be much appreciated. Russia can make Latvia wear them or how ever anon wants it.
Other Baltics are welcome too, in a way or another!
Russia circled Latvia, smacking that pipe into his gloved hand in a way that was making Latvia very nervous. Russia was speaking but Latvia wasn't really hearing him - his attention was divided between the pipe and Russia's face. Russia was smiling in that very bad way, and Latvia knew it didn't really matter what Russia was saying, there would be nothing Latvia could do to prevent the inevitable, when Russia had that smile.
Finally Russia stopped pacing, and Latvia felt his throat constrict. For a moment Russia looked serious, then he was beaming and the pipe was swinging through the air towards Latvia's face. For a moment he thought he might pass out from terror before it even struck him, but it didn't and his leg felt very warm and he was confused for a long moment.
He blinked, noticing the pipe hovering just a few centimeters in front of his nose. Russia's eyes were sparkling in a way that Latvia wasn't familiar with, but his eyes weren't on Latvia's face but down. Latvia looked down at himself and it wasn't until he saw the large dark spot on his uniform trousers that he finally realized why his leg felt so warm - oh god oh god he'd peed himself, was peeing himself, how could this have happened, oh god oh god what would Russia do to him and-
Latvia was jerked out of his thoughts when Russia called "Lithuania!" He felt his face reddening at the thought of being seen like this before he even heard Lithuania's footsteps. As Lithuania appeared in the door Latvia closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to see Lithuania's reaction to the scene.
"Draw a bath, Lithuania, and see that this gets cleaned up," Russia told Lithuania, his voice surprisingly gentle. Then, the sound of Russia's heavy footsteps departing.
Latvia finally opened his eyes when he felt Lithuania's hand on his shoulder. "Come on," Lithuania urged him, guiding him out of the room. "I'll start your bath." Even through his distress and confusion, Latvia could see that Lithuania was as surprised as he was about Russia's response.
Once Latvia was in the tub, Lithuania took his wet clothes and left him alone. Latvia tried to relax, enjoy the rare pleasure of a hot bath that didn't follow something far worse than what had happened, but he couldn't keep turning over the event in his mind. Why had Russia's mood changed so quickly? Was Russia actually being kind to him? The questions lingered through the rest of the evening, and he fell asleep that night with them still on his mind.
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They were answered when he woke up the next morning. Even before he opened his eyes he knew that something was wrong; there was something bunched around his hips. He slid a hand down his side. At his waist, instead of finding the waistband of his pajamas, he found soft, thick fabric, multiple layers of it, held together by a twist of metal at his hip. Surprised, he sat up, pulled the covers aside to look. He was naked except for that - that diaper, he realized. Even though he was alone in the room he felt his face color. He should have known Russia wouldn't leave yesterday's incident alone.
He got out of bed and started to remove the thing when Russia, evidently possessed of some sort of sixth sense for detecting disobedience in his subordinates, burst into the room and hastened over to Latvia, tugging his hands away from the diaper.
"No, no," he tutted softly, repinning the side that Latvia had undone. "We do not want any more accidents! Get dressed, Latvia, we are going to the market this morning." Russia was very chipper this morning, and not in the usual way. He made no motion to leave, so Latvia reluctantly dressed, uncomfortable with the bulk of the diaper's fabric under his clothes.
As soon as he finished dressing, Russia took him by the hand and tugged him from the room.
Latvia was slightly surprised when the car stopped near a market. He didn't know where he thought they were going, but he hadn't expected that Russia was telling the truth. Russia pulled him from the car with a smile, holding his hand as they walked into the open-air market. Even though it was early, the street was crowded. Latvia kept his eyes down, feeling like everyone could see the diaper under his clothes.
Russia hummed cheerfully as he moved through the market at a leisurely pace, stopping at the stands and chatting with the sellers about their wares. He roamed through nearly the whole length of it without buying anything, then went back to the beginning to look it all over again.
Latvia, already nervous about the whole situation, was beginning to feel even more uneasy. Russia was clearly in no hurry to get home; quite the opposite. Meanwhile, Latvia's body was reminding him that he hadn't gotten a chance to use the bathroom that morning; his bladder was uncomfortably full. This early, the shops on the street were still closed - the market was just the travelling kiosks and booths; no place with a bathroom was open. He didn't even want to consider that maybe this business with the diaper meant Russia wouldn't let him go even if there was a place.
Russia seemed to be taking as long as possible at the market - at the fruit stands he examined every piece of fruit before he made a selection, and he chatted with the vendors at length, unconcerned with time. Latvia squirmed uncomfortably, hoping Russia was too occupied with his conversation to notice.
Although Russia kept talking, Latvia saw his eyes shift towards him, the corner of his lip turn up in a faint smile. Finally he bid the merchant farewell and came over to Latvia, bent down to whisper in his ear. "Whatever is the matter, Latvia? You look uncomfortable."
Latvia didn't say anything, didn't know what to say that wouldn't provoke some sort of reaction out of Russia. He didn't understand why Russia was doing this, so figuring out how to avoid making him mad seemed impossible.
Russia smiled down at him with apparent benevolence. "Ah, very well, my little one. Let's go." With his basket of purchases on one arm, he hooked Latvia's elbow with the other and walked them back to the car.
Latvia's relief that they were going home faded as he realized, twenty minutes into the drive, that they weren't anywhere near home. He wasn't sure when Russia had taken a turn off the way home, but they were nowhere near it now. "Where are we going?" he asked timidly.
"It's a lovely day for a drive," Russia said mildly. "Why, were you in a hurry?"
He pursed his lips, deciding whether or not to speak. "I have to go to the bathroom," he finally admitted.
Russia raised an eyebrow. "I believe you are equipped for that, yes?"
Latvia colored. No matter how badly he had to pee, he wasn't going to pee in the diaper. Wasn't.
Another half-hour later and Latvia's certainty about that was faltering. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had to pee this badly, and he couldn't sit still in his seat. Although most of his attention was devoted to not-wetting-himself, he was aware that Russia's eyes were on him almost as much as they were on the road. They were out in farm country now, the road empty of other cars - there wasn't even much of anything out the window for Latvia to distract himself with.
Suddenly, the need to go got much worse, and Latvia shuddered, barely holding it in. He realized that Russia was pulling the car over. Thinking that this ordeal was over, Russia would let him pee out on the side of the road, eagerness to let go came over him like a wave and he felt another urgent throb that he could barely contain.
By the time Russia stopped the car in the dirt beside the road, Latvia's bladder was throbbing and he had to clench his muscles as hard as he could to keep from peeing, a hand pressed hard to his crotch. He reached for the car door, wanting to bound out and tear off his pants as quickly as possible, but Russia flung an arm across his chest, keeping him from exiting.
"Wait," he commanded, in that tone that made Latvia comply whether he wanted to or not.
Latvia held still, desperately clutching his crotch, as Russia got out of the car and came around to his side, opened the door. He slid out of the car, the movement causing the worst throb yet. He felt a tiny spurt but he tried to ignore it, to move away from the car and Russia, but Russia pinned him against the side of the car, pressing his large body against Latvia's smaller trembling one.
Russia slid a hand between them, awkwardly unzipping Latvia's pants. Was he really going to let him go? With that thought it was just too much, the need, the awful throbbing urgency, and he felt his body relax even as his mind screamed not to, felt the fabric of the diaper growing heavy and wet and warm against his skin.
Russia snaked a hand down into the diaper, grasping Latvia's cock as he pissed uncontrollably. Latvia couldn't help whimpering at the touch and the horrible relief, the dazzling, disturbing satisfaction of letting go, of the warmth against his body.
The flow finally stopped and Russia's hand was still on him, the tight grip evoking more familiar sensations. He could feel himself hardening in Russia's hand in spite of everything.
With his hand still on Latvia's cock, Russia backed away from the car, guided Latvia so that he was sitting on the ground in the dirt beside the car. Russia finally withdrew his hand to tug Latvia's pants down around his knees, then stood up over him.
"Take it off now," Russia instructed, his voice husky and absent the usual twisted cheer.
Latvia sat dumbly for a moment before responding, reaching down to unpin the sides of the diaper. He moved to get up, but Russia stopped him with a foot gently pressing on his thigh.
"No, just fold the front down. So I can see."
Latvia complied, letting the front of the diaper, heavy with moisture, fall into the dirt between his thighs. He flushed at the exposure of his half-hard cock and at seeing the sopping mess he'd made.
He looked up again at the sound of a zipper, saw Russia easing his cock out of his pants. He was taken aback at the size of it, momentarily afraid until Russia spoke again. "Now touch yourself."
Eyes wide, Latvia wrapped a hand around his own cock, felt it harden at his touch in spite of himself. The skin was damp to the touch. Russia's eyes urging him on, he tightened his grip, started working his cock.
Russia's hand was on his own big cock, pumping aggressively, his eyes locked on Latvia's crotch. Latvia couldn't quite take his eyes off the sight of Russia jerking himself off. The little sounds he made, too - they sounded enticingly wrong coming from the powerful man.
With a throaty whine Latvia came, semen landing on the diaper's fabric with his urine. A few fast, hard strokes later and Russia came too, his cum falling on Latvia's skin.
After a moment, Russia stowed away his cock, zipped up his pants, before offering a hand to Latvia. Latvia stood, knees unsteady, the wet diaper remaining on the ground. Carefully stepping away from it, he pulled up his pants over his bare skin. He was relieved that Russia was silent. He didn't think he could take it if Russia asked him if he had enjoyed what had just happened. He wasn't sure of the answer, anyway.
I'd like to see Latvia so afraid of Russia that he wets himself, or Russia making him do it on purpose.
Diaper usage is optional but would be much appreciated. Russia can make Latvia wear them or how ever anon wants it.
Other Baltics are welcome too, in a way or another!
Russia circled Latvia, smacking that pipe into his gloved hand in a way that was making Latvia very nervous. Russia was speaking but Latvia wasn't really hearing him - his attention was divided between the pipe and Russia's face. Russia was smiling in that very bad way, and Latvia knew it didn't really matter what Russia was saying, there would be nothing Latvia could do to prevent the inevitable, when Russia had that smile.
Finally Russia stopped pacing, and Latvia felt his throat constrict. For a moment Russia looked serious, then he was beaming and the pipe was swinging through the air towards Latvia's face. For a moment he thought he might pass out from terror before it even struck him, but it didn't and his leg felt very warm and he was confused for a long moment.
He blinked, noticing the pipe hovering just a few centimeters in front of his nose. Russia's eyes were sparkling in a way that Latvia wasn't familiar with, but his eyes weren't on Latvia's face but down. Latvia looked down at himself and it wasn't until he saw the large dark spot on his uniform trousers that he finally realized why his leg felt so warm - oh god oh god he'd peed himself, was peeing himself, how could this have happened, oh god oh god what would Russia do to him and-
Latvia was jerked out of his thoughts when Russia called "Lithuania!" He felt his face reddening at the thought of being seen like this before he even heard Lithuania's footsteps. As Lithuania appeared in the door Latvia closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to see Lithuania's reaction to the scene.
"Draw a bath, Lithuania, and see that this gets cleaned up," Russia told Lithuania, his voice surprisingly gentle. Then, the sound of Russia's heavy footsteps departing.
Latvia finally opened his eyes when he felt Lithuania's hand on his shoulder. "Come on," Lithuania urged him, guiding him out of the room. "I'll start your bath." Even through his distress and confusion, Latvia could see that Lithuania was as surprised as he was about Russia's response.
Once Latvia was in the tub, Lithuania took his wet clothes and left him alone. Latvia tried to relax, enjoy the rare pleasure of a hot bath that didn't follow something far worse than what had happened, but he couldn't keep turning over the event in his mind. Why had Russia's mood changed so quickly? Was Russia actually being kind to him? The questions lingered through the rest of the evening, and he fell asleep that night with them still on his mind.
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They were answered when he woke up the next morning. Even before he opened his eyes he knew that something was wrong; there was something bunched around his hips. He slid a hand down his side. At his waist, instead of finding the waistband of his pajamas, he found soft, thick fabric, multiple layers of it, held together by a twist of metal at his hip. Surprised, he sat up, pulled the covers aside to look. He was naked except for that - that diaper, he realized. Even though he was alone in the room he felt his face color. He should have known Russia wouldn't leave yesterday's incident alone.
He got out of bed and started to remove the thing when Russia, evidently possessed of some sort of sixth sense for detecting disobedience in his subordinates, burst into the room and hastened over to Latvia, tugging his hands away from the diaper.
"No, no," he tutted softly, repinning the side that Latvia had undone. "We do not want any more accidents! Get dressed, Latvia, we are going to the market this morning." Russia was very chipper this morning, and not in the usual way. He made no motion to leave, so Latvia reluctantly dressed, uncomfortable with the bulk of the diaper's fabric under his clothes.
As soon as he finished dressing, Russia took him by the hand and tugged him from the room.
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Latvia was slightly surprised when the car stopped near a market. He didn't know where he thought they were going, but he hadn't expected that Russia was telling the truth. Russia pulled him from the car with a smile, holding his hand as they walked into the open-air market. Even though it was early, the street was crowded. Latvia kept his eyes down, feeling like everyone could see the diaper under his clothes.
Russia hummed cheerfully as he moved through the market at a leisurely pace, stopping at the stands and chatting with the sellers about their wares. He roamed through nearly the whole length of it without buying anything, then went back to the beginning to look it all over again.
Latvia, already nervous about the whole situation, was beginning to feel even more uneasy. Russia was clearly in no hurry to get home; quite the opposite. Meanwhile, Latvia's body was reminding him that he hadn't gotten a chance to use the bathroom that morning; his bladder was uncomfortably full. This early, the shops on the street were still closed - the market was just the travelling kiosks and booths; no place with a bathroom was open. He didn't even want to consider that maybe this business with the diaper meant Russia wouldn't let him go even if there was a place.
Russia seemed to be taking as long as possible at the market - at the fruit stands he examined every piece of fruit before he made a selection, and he chatted with the vendors at length, unconcerned with time. Latvia squirmed uncomfortably, hoping Russia was too occupied with his conversation to notice.
Although Russia kept talking, Latvia saw his eyes shift towards him, the corner of his lip turn up in a faint smile. Finally he bid the merchant farewell and came over to Latvia, bent down to whisper in his ear. "Whatever is the matter, Latvia? You look uncomfortable."
Latvia didn't say anything, didn't know what to say that wouldn't provoke some sort of reaction out of Russia. He didn't understand why Russia was doing this, so figuring out how to avoid making him mad seemed impossible.
Russia smiled down at him with apparent benevolence. "Ah, very well, my little one. Let's go." With his basket of purchases on one arm, he hooked Latvia's elbow with the other and walked them back to the car.
Latvia's relief that they were going home faded as he realized, twenty minutes into the drive, that they weren't anywhere near home. He wasn't sure when Russia had taken a turn off the way home, but they were nowhere near it now. "Where are we going?" he asked timidly.
"It's a lovely day for a drive," Russia said mildly. "Why, were you in a hurry?"
He pursed his lips, deciding whether or not to speak. "I have to go to the bathroom," he finally admitted.
Russia raised an eyebrow. "I believe you are equipped for that, yes?"
Latvia colored. No matter how badly he had to pee, he wasn't going to pee in the diaper. Wasn't.
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Another half-hour later and Latvia's certainty about that was faltering. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had to pee this badly, and he couldn't sit still in his seat. Although most of his attention was devoted to not-wetting-himself, he was aware that Russia's eyes were on him almost as much as they were on the road. They were out in farm country now, the road empty of other cars - there wasn't even much of anything out the window for Latvia to distract himself with.
Suddenly, the need to go got much worse, and Latvia shuddered, barely holding it in. He realized that Russia was pulling the car over. Thinking that this ordeal was over, Russia would let him pee out on the side of the road, eagerness to let go came over him like a wave and he felt another urgent throb that he could barely contain.
By the time Russia stopped the car in the dirt beside the road, Latvia's bladder was throbbing and he had to clench his muscles as hard as he could to keep from peeing, a hand pressed hard to his crotch. He reached for the car door, wanting to bound out and tear off his pants as quickly as possible, but Russia flung an arm across his chest, keeping him from exiting.
"Wait," he commanded, in that tone that made Latvia comply whether he wanted to or not.
Latvia held still, desperately clutching his crotch, as Russia got out of the car and came around to his side, opened the door. He slid out of the car, the movement causing the worst throb yet. He felt a tiny spurt but he tried to ignore it, to move away from the car and Russia, but Russia pinned him against the side of the car, pressing his large body against Latvia's smaller trembling one.
Russia slid a hand between them, awkwardly unzipping Latvia's pants. Was he really going to let him go? With that thought it was just too much, the need, the awful throbbing urgency, and he felt his body relax even as his mind screamed not to, felt the fabric of the diaper growing heavy and wet and warm against his skin.
Russia snaked a hand down into the diaper, grasping Latvia's cock as he pissed uncontrollably. Latvia couldn't help whimpering at the touch and the horrible relief, the dazzling, disturbing satisfaction of letting go, of the warmth against his body.
The flow finally stopped and Russia's hand was still on him, the tight grip evoking more familiar sensations. He could feel himself hardening in Russia's hand in spite of everything.
With his hand still on Latvia's cock, Russia backed away from the car, guided Latvia so that he was sitting on the ground in the dirt beside the car. Russia finally withdrew his hand to tug Latvia's pants down around his knees, then stood up over him.
"Take it off now," Russia instructed, his voice husky and absent the usual twisted cheer.
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"No, just fold the front down. So I can see."
Latvia complied, letting the front of the diaper, heavy with moisture, fall into the dirt between his thighs. He flushed at the exposure of his half-hard cock and at seeing the sopping mess he'd made.
He looked up again at the sound of a zipper, saw Russia easing his cock out of his pants. He was taken aback at the size of it, momentarily afraid until Russia spoke again. "Now touch yourself."
Eyes wide, Latvia wrapped a hand around his own cock, felt it harden at his touch in spite of himself. The skin was damp to the touch. Russia's eyes urging him on, he tightened his grip, started working his cock.
Russia's hand was on his own big cock, pumping aggressively, his eyes locked on Latvia's crotch. Latvia couldn't quite take his eyes off the sight of Russia jerking himself off. The little sounds he made, too - they sounded enticingly wrong coming from the powerful man.
With a throaty whine Latvia came, semen landing on the diaper's fabric with his urine. A few fast, hard strokes later and Russia came too, his cum falling on Latvia's skin.
After a moment, Russia stowed away his cock, zipped up his pants, before offering a hand to Latvia. Latvia stood, knees unsteady, the wet diaper remaining on the ground. Carefully stepping away from it, he pulled up his pants over his bare skin. He was relieved that Russia was silent. He didn't think he could take it if Russia asked him if he had enjoyed what had just happened. He wasn't sure of the answer, anyway.
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I think I do now... Holyshit... *fans self*
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