Chapter Three – Going Places

For the second morning in a row, Tyler stood outside his apartment very early, awaiting the arrival of his mentor and crush. This time, he had his biggest gym bag with him. In it, he'd packed his best casual suit and newest ring gear, as requested, along with a couple sets of ordinary clothes. But, he had not kept hydrated as requested. After yesterday, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that his mentor enjoyed watching him struggle with a bursting bladder. He'd stopped his protege on the latter's hurried walk to the men's room when they'd arrived at the training center by simply calling his name, knowing Tyler would defer, and he had. He'd allowed himself to be led into the office for his review. Hunter had told him he needed to work on his promos, and handed him a script, and told him to stand up and recite it. Tyler had asked if he could take a piss first, but his mentor had just smiled and shook his head and told him to cut the promo. And, Tyler had tried, but he couldn't stand still, he couldn't focus on anything besides how badly his body wanted the piss out. Again, he'd asked Hunter if he could go, almost begged, actually, but again, his mentor denied him, with an odd mixture of pleasure and pain on his finely-chiseled face. Tyler had tried to continue, but after a little piss leaked out, he'd dropped the script, grabbed his crotch, and ran whimpering to the the men's room. When he'd returned, embarrassed, but relieved, Hunter had more or less dismissed him, with that same strange, pained look on his face. Worried he'd upset his mentor, Tyler has asked what he'd done, and Hunter had snapped at him. You want to see what you've done? His mentor had risen, and undone his pants to show Tyler his swollen cock in chastity. You're just too damn cute, too damn sexy, so get out of here and let me know when your car's ready. Tyler had done as he was bid, and at quarter to eleven, he'd gotten the call he'd been waiting for. When Hunter dropped him off at the shop, he again reminded his protege to stay hydrated, and made a second request. No underwear.

Tyler had discovered he enjoyed letting his mentor control his restroom privileges; even last night, when he'd needed to piss badly while playing video games, he'd wanted to call Hunter and get his permission, but hadn't quite the balls to actually do so. Instead, he'd kept playing, and squirming, and imagining Hunter's denial until he was sitting in a puddle in his gaming chair. He did not disobey his mentor's orders to keep hydrated because he didn't want to piss himself, but because he did not want to cause Hunter the pain of getting a hard-on while trapped inside that awful cage. It was a terrible thing that made his own cock hurt with sympathy.

Speaking of his cock, Tyler had obeyed Hunter's other order. No underwear. Because of that, he hadn't worn tight jeans, but they were still rough from hang-drying, and Tyler hoped his dick wouldn't get chafed. But, he didn't think it would. If he hadn't chafed yet it with all the jacking off he'd been doing lately, it was unlikely to chafe from denim.

Hunter was late, and Tyler was beginning to wonder if he'd been stood up when he saw the familiar headlights, and outline of his mentor's sleek black luxury car coming up the street. When he got inside, the aroma of Starbucks was overwhelming. There was a big cup in the cup holder on Tyler's side of the car.

"Good morning, my pet," Hunter greeted his protege, and Tyler flowed into his arms and began kissing his thick neck. "Now, now, there will be time for cuddling later, there's more traffic than I'd anticipated, so it's imperative we get to the airport as soon as possible." He tucked a lock of hair that had escaped his pet's ponytail back behind his ear and kissed him before turning around and heading towards the freeway.

"We're not going to miss our flight, are we?" Tyler asked, in dread. He really did not want to lose the opportunity.

"It leaves in a little under three hours, so very unlikely. And, even if we do, we'd catch the next one, and we'd still be in San Antonio in time. Did you do what I asked of you?" Hunter asked, and looked down at the younger man's crotch.

Tyler blushed. "Yes...and no," he admitted. "I'm not wearing underwear, but I didn't drink any extra water or juice like you said to. I'm never dehydrated, though, I always drink plenty of water-"

"How much have you had this morning?" Hunter asked.

"Two bottles. I... um... I already kind of need to go," Tyler confessed.

Hunter smiled. "Good. We'll get you some more water at the airport. In the meantime, drink your latte."

Tyler took a sip, and realized two things. It was pumpkin spice, while seasonal, felt like a weird thing to be drinking in Florida, and also contained several extra shots of espresso. He decided to be cute when he brought up his concerns. "If I drink this, I'll be pissing myself by the time we get to the airport." The drink was getting cold, disgusting, so he wanted to get it down fast.

"I think you underestimate your body's capabilities, my pet."

"Like hell I do. You've seen some of the stuff I've done in the indies-"

Hunter chuckled, and caressed his pet's leg. "I meant your bladder. You can handle two bottles of water and a coffee without pissing yourself."

"But this isn't an ordinary coffee," Tyler protested, even as he kept drinking it.

His mentor smiled. "No, it isn't. It's seasonal, a pumpkin spice latte, and there's four extra shots of espresso in it."

"Fuck," Tyler shook his head, and set the cup, empty, back in the holder. They were now stuck in the traffic Hunter had mentioned. He tried not to think about what four shots of espresso would do when it hit his already somewhat full bladder (he tried not to think of that, too).

"When your day is long..." Hunter sang, and stroked his protege's leg. "And the night..."

"The night is yours alone..." Tyler continued, and giggled as he snuggled up to his mentor. "I missed you, Hunter."

Hunter smiled, and patted him, and as usual, Hunter's touch sent Tyler's sex drive into overdrive. His cock quickly sprang to attention, creating a very noticeable bulge in his jeans. Tyler shifted his hips in an attempt to adjust himself discretely, felt the fluid in his bladder slosh, and tried not to wince. Those four shots of espresso were working quickly, and he silently hoped for traffic to pick up. The airport exit was very near, but if he'd thought Hunter's intentions right, Hunter would not let him sneak a piss in the parking lot. He'd be forced to wait until they came to a proper restroom. He really shouldn't think about it any longer.

But of course, he couldn't ignore his situation once he'd thought about it. And, the more he thought about it, the worse the need became. When the exit sign finally came into view, Tyler's aching bladder cramped in anticipation, and he winced as he fought beyond it. It was a battle easily won, the need was very uncomfortable, not yet urgent, but Hunter noticed.

He wrapped his hand around Tyler's hard-on and gave him a little stroke through his jeans. "Is there something you need to tell me, my pet?"

Tyler blushed, and wiggled. "No..." He replied, coyly.

"Don't lie to me, Tyler." Unlike Tyler's voice, there was no flirtation in Hunter's. It was an order, and his hand went to his protege's abs, then lower.

Tyler realized Hunter was going to press on his bladder. "No, Hunter, don't! Please." He turned away with an involuntary whine as his bladder cramped in response to his sudden movement.

Hunter chuckled. "Aw, does my pet need to use the restroom?"

"Yes, yes I do," Tyler replied, as they pulled into the parking lot at the airport. "Can I just go beside the car? Please."

"I think you know the answer to that, my pet." Hunter pulled into an empty space. "Quick, grab our bags, the shuttle will be here any minute."

Desperate Tyler bit his lip, and reached into the back to grab his mentor's bag, and his own, and followed Hunter over to the shelter, where several other travelers had gathered to await the arrival of the next shuttle bus to the airport. He tried not to fidget, but he was afraid that if he didn't keep moving somewhat, he would piss himself.

"Be still, Tyler." Another order from Hunter, this one in a soft, but firm whisper. "We don't want to draw unwanted attention to ourselves."

Tyler suddenly remembered how famous Hunter was, much more famous than Tyler himself, but so far, it appeared no one had noticed him. He knew Hunter didn't want to be stared at, photographed, or hounded for autographs, and if that happened on account of Tyler bouncing up and down like a little kid, Hunter would not be happy with him at all. He tried to stay still, and name off all the Harry Potter characters he could think of in his head, but the caffeine had done its job. Despite the two bottles of water and coffee sitting in his bladder, he was thirsty, dehydrated. Hunter had clearly known what he was doing.

The shuttle bus came, and it was already somewhat full, and Hunter and Tyler had to stand, near the front. Tyler had hoped to find a seat, but instead, he positioned his bag, and Hunter's, so he could hold his dick. He had to, and he could no longer think of anything else besides relief. At least he'd be one of the first off the bus. Having flown home from Orlando every few weeks since signing with FCW, he knew the airline they were flying was the first stop.

When they reached it, Tyler was first off the bus. He ran through the sliding glass doors and looked around frantically, his skin tingling, eyes watering, and finally spotted the men's room on the left. He started running towards it, and felt hot warmth pool in his hand before dripping down his legs. He kept running, and pissing himself helplessly in short spurts, and when he finally got into the men's room, he dashed to the handicapped stall, threw the bags down, and sat down on the toilet with his jeans still up just as he completely lost control. He tried to stop long enough to get his pants off, but he just couldn't, as strong as he was, nature was stronger. He hadn't wanted to piss himself, but since it was happening, why not sit back and enjoy the feelings?

The relief was orgasmic, and as Tyler's bladder emptied, his cock grew fuller. His jeans were absolutely drenched, there was an actual puddle in his jeans, too, because it was slow to run through. He liked how it felt around his ass. When he finally stopped pissing, he quickly undid his jeans and freed his now fully-erect cock. It wouldn't take long, all the hot piss made excellent lube. He panted softly. Three or four quick jerks and it was over. He bit down on his lower lip to stifle a moan as he came all over his pissed jeans. He sat back, caught in the afterglow.

He became aware of the smell of his coffee piss; it seemed overwhelming. He shivered; his jeans were cold now. He needed to wash up and change. Hunter would know Tyler hadn't made it to the restroom in time. Even though he was alone in the stall, he blushed as he stepped out of his wet jeans. He realized he needed Hunter's help. The restroom was very busy. He couldn't step out and get to the sink with no pants on, and he couldn't just skip washing up, because he'd had that coffee, and he smelled. Dealing with the wet jeans was another problem. He didn't want to put them in his bag without putting them in a plastic bag first. He went to his bag for his phone, and was about to text Hunter when there was a knock on the stall door.

"Tyler? Are you in there?"

"Yes." Tyler unlocked the door for Hunter. He smiled he noticed Hunter noticing his naked lower half, back and front.

"Just look at you," Hunter playfully scolded. "Soaking wet. Whatever am I going to do with you, Tyler?"

Tyler was not about to let the opportunity pass by. "It was an accident...and even though accidents happen, I think I might need some kind of punishment."

Hunter handed his protege a package of wet wipes from his bag. "Get cleaned up my pet. Now, I don't know if you need punishment. I think I maybe pushed you a little too far."

"I love it when you push me a little too far," Tyler blurted, before he could stop himself. He washed himself with the hand wipes, and tossed them in the toilet. "It did hurt, though," he admitted, as he pulled on a pair of clean, dry jeans from his bag.

Hunter handed him a plastic bag for the wet pair. "Thank you." Tyler said, and folded them and put them in the bag. He wiped his hands with another wet wipe, and sprayed himself with Axe.

"All better?" Hunter asked.

Tyler nodded, and picked up his bag.

"Wait here a couple minutes after I step out."

Tyler nodded again. After his mentor left, he pissed again, in a more proper way than last time. He left the stall, washed his hands, and rejoined Hunter in the ticketing area. He went to a kiosk and got his boarding pass. Hunter had already gotten his. After making it through TSA, Hunter led his protege to a small shop. He bought Tyler a very large bottle of water, a jug, really. Tyler laughed. "Don't tell me you expect me to drink all of this. I still ache from earlier." He put a hand on his stomach.

"It's very easy to get dehydrated while traveling. And, we'll be very busy once we land in San Antonio. I also want you to have some juice, get some vitamins before we get on the plane." He handed Tyler a bottle of apple juice.

Tyler looked at the flight screen, and the time, and uncapped the juice. He made eye contact with Hunter as he lifted it to his lips and began drinking it.

"Good boy," Hunter praised. "I confess, I think I was wrong to get you that coffee."

"I think so, too," Tyler lipped back, before he could stop himself.

Hunter shook his head, and shot his protege an icy glare. It was that look that Tyler never wanted to see. Hunter was displeased with him. "I'm sorry, Hunter."

"You're a brat who's just begging for punishment, aren't you?" Hunter replied.

Tyler blushed. Yes, he wanted his mentor to spank him, to put him in submission holds, to-

Hunter laughed. "Such a dirty pet," he mused, as though he could read his pet's thoughts.

"Want to find out how dirty I can be?" Tyler asked, his voice low and sensual. As usual, a dark lock had escaped his ponytail, and he peeped through it at his mentor with his dark bedroom eyes.

"You know I do, pet. But, if you don't start behaving yourself, I won't give you a chance to show me. You won't be backstage at the show, either, let alone working with anyone, much less meeting anyone of any importance. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir." Tyler wasn't mocking the situation. It came automatically for him to say "Sir" after a threat like that. "I really am sorry, I am just a brat, and-"

"It's okay, pet. Relax. Traveling often puts me in a somewhat foul mood, and it's in your best interest not to try me until we get to where we're going. Once there, you can be as much of a brat as you want, but fair warning, there will be consequences for your actions."

Tyler couldn't help but smile.