I had trouble sleeping that night. I must've showered three times, but I still couldn't get rid of the stale stench of urine with a hint of guilt off of me. The inside of the Flash ring now smelled salty and gross, and no matter how much I rinsed it out, the smell would not leave. Piss, mixed with guilt, mixed with embarrassment. Mixed with confusion.
Guilt. I'd left the Rogues loose on the city. I didn't hear any screams or alarms, so they probably just slipped off into the night, no doubt to tell their supervillain buddies about my charming little accident.
Embarrassment. I'd pissed myself in front of my biggest rivals. Cold was never going to let me live this down, and that loudmouthed Trickster is probably going around telling everybody he knows he made the Flash wet himself in fear.
Confusion. The Trickster. Axel Walker. Heat Wave had mentioned something about Axel having a weird pee fetish. At the time, I had been too preoccupied with my spazzing bladder to worry about what the Trickster thought of my desperation. Mick had seemed pretty irritated when he mentioned it, which made me wonder: what did Axel do to get them so aggravated at the mention of it?
A whole bunch of thoughts raced through my head, so many ideas of what Axel might possibly get off on. Did he constantly hold himself to the point of an accident, complaining all the way, only to get some strange kind of satisfaction out of it? Did he lock himself in the Rogue's bathroom when the other's had to go? Did he have some kind of weird gadget to make the other Rogues' bladders fill? The more I thought about it, the harder I got. And the harder I got, the harder it was to fall asleep.
I managed to get about three hours of sleep in before I had to be up for work. I made sure not to neglect my morning piss before wharfing down some toast and hopping into the shower.
At work, I was distracted all day. I couldn't stop thinking about the Trickster for some reason. Was he turned on by my desperation yesterday? Did he go home and jerk it to the thought of me wetting myself the way that I did? Shit, Barry, don't get hard now, Patty and Forrest are here.
"Barry?" Patty was trying to get my attention. "You okay? You keep spacing out."
"Yeah," I said, blinking and shaking myself back to reality. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just uh...drank too much coffee this morning. I'll be right back."
My bladder was pleasantly full by the time I had gotten to the urinal. Nowhere near the catastrophe that was yesterday, but just enough to give a little kick. I considered leaving, holding it intentionally this time, but then Detective Singh walked in, and I decided it'd be weird to just stand there without peeing.
Singh walked up to the urinal next to me, unzipped, and I heard an audible sigh of relief and the beginning of a strong stream pattering against the urinal. I struggled to keep my stream going as I felt myself begin to harden.
"Hard at work today, Allen?" Shit did he know?
"Excuse me, sir?"
"Patty tells me you've been spacing out all day so far. Everything alright?"
"Uhh, yeah. Thank you for your concern, sir."
Singh merely nodded in response, keeping his head facing forward. I couldn't help myself; I decided to have a little peek at what Singh was packing, and damn! I was not disappointed. The man was fairly well endowed, and he had a beautiful golden steam arching out of it. I only got a quick glimpse before averting my eyes. Didn't wanna be too obvious. I was rock hard now.
I heard Singh's stream taper off, and he shook his dick a couple times before shoving the beast back into his pants and zipping up. He patted me on the back before heading to the sinks, which caused me to jump a little. As soon as Singh had left, I felt that I needed to take care of my distracting erection, and had a superspeed jerk, spurting all over the urinal. It was white; it'd blend in. I finished my pee and then washed the excess cum off my hands. Today was going to be a long day.
The second I was released to go home, I slipped on my Flash suit and sped around town, trying to see what the Rogues had done to my city. To my surprise, most of the damage had been contained to the area of my accident, which was, of course, completely destroyed. The geyser from the fire hydrant was still frozen solid, water still flooding the storm drains, overflowing in the streets. Windows were broken, the pavement was cracked and full of craters. I had no idea how to even begin fixing this.
"They say the perpetrator always returns to the scene of the crime." A voice, from behind me. Familiar. Calm, levelheaded. Cold.
"What do you want, Snart?" I said, spinning around to face my rival.
"Oh, I want a lot of things. And you're going to give them to me."
"And why would I do that?"
Snart chuckled. "Because if you don't, the whole world's gonna find out about your little...accident."
There was no way I could let anyone else find out about that, but I couldn't just give into Snart's demands, could I? I mean, whatever he wants could be a lot of things. Was it really worth saving the embarrassment of letting the world know I'd pissed myself? I'm sure everyone would understand, right? Then again, if the Justice League found out, I'd never hear the end of it from Bruce, and don't even get me started on the jokes that Hal would make in my expense. No, there is no way I could let anyone find out.
"Fine," I said, defeated. "What do you want?"
Snart grinned.
"Welcome to the secret lair, Splash. Oops, I mean, Flash." He removed my blindfold to reveale a dingy, broken down warehouse, fitting of the group calling themselves the Rogues. Heat Wave sat at the far end of the room, his back facing us, probably tinkering with his heat gun. Weather Wizard lay on a bed in the far right corner, snoring peacefully. Trickster leaned back in a chair with his feet up on a table that looked barely stable enough to hold even that much.
"Okay," I said, "so now that we're here, what is it that you want?"
"Hey Axel," Snart called over to the lounging Trickster.
"Yeah, boss?"
"Found you a new playmate."
"Wait, what?" A playmate? What the hell, Snart?
"What do you mean, Len?" asked the Trickster.
Cold reached over the table and grabbed Axel by his shirt collar. "I mean, I'm sick of you pulling those damn pranks on us for your weird sexual pleasure. I'm through with you locking us out of the bathroom and shit for your gross kink play. From now on, you wanna do shit like that, you do it to the Flash."
"What?!" Axel and I both exclaimed in unison.
"But boss, he's our enemy."
"Yeah, and you wouldn't shut up about him last night. So, go, fulfill your little fantasies, just don't do it around me, okay, ya weirdo?" Snart let go of Trickster's collar and started to walk away. "Now if you excuse me, I've had to take a piss all day."
I gulped. Did Captain Cold just make me a sex slave to the Trickster? I can't say I was completely opposed to the idea, but still. Sex slave to a Rogue? This was going to be humiliating.
"So, uhhhh," Axel stammered, rubbing the back of his head. "What should I have you do first?"
"Why are you asking me?" I said. "Didn't Snart just make me your slave or something? Don't I have to do what you say?"
"Um, I guess…"
Trickster didn't seem as eager as I would have thought. He seemed like he was really getting off on my pain yesterday, why didn't he seem to want to do anything now?
"Look, if you don't wanna do anything, I can just leave. I mean, I'll come back if you need me. Just, uh, gimme a hollar."
"Um, yeah, maybe...I don't really know how to react right now." He let out a weak laugh. I smiled. The kid was actually kind of shy; how cute.
"Well," I said, speeding over to the table and grabbing a piece of paper, scribbling down my number, and then handing it to Axel, "if you do need me, call." Of course, it wasn't my real phone number, well, not the one I use as Barry. "It's connected to my Flash suit, so I can talk to you at Superspeed."
"Thanks." Trickster's eyes refused to meet mine, instead darting around the floor. "Um, Flash? Why are you being so cool about this?"
I shrugged. "I don't really have a choice. Cold's blackmailing me."
"Oh."
Of course, that wasn't the only reason I was so cool with the situation. I hadn't been able to get Trickster out of my head all day. Honestly, I was kind of excited to fool around with him. I wasn't too keen on the idea of being his slave, but I actually kind of wanted to explore more kink stuff with him. My accident yesterday really got me off, and I was itching to do some more of it.
"So uh, if you don't need me anymore, I'll be off? You know, places to go, people to see, superheroing to do, and all."
"Yeah, um...I'll call you if I need you."
"Thanks dude, alright, I'm off." I sped off, making sure to note where the Rogues hideout was. I had a feeling I'd be going back there an awful lot.