Jake clenched his jaw, nodding stiffly as he swallowed down the urge to protest.
So this is what I’m stuck with, he thought, the frustration simmering beneath his controlled exterior.
Reeve’s gaze drifted downward, his eyes settling on Jake’s exposed penis with a cold, assessing look that carried a subtle hint of something else, a trace of challenge. “So,” Reeve said, his voice detached but with an unmistakable trace of amusement, “feel like giving it a try?”
Jake’s cheeks flushed, a wave of discomfort washing over him as he felt the weight of Reeve’s question sink in. He shifted slightly, acutely aware of the tension building in his abdomen. It was true—he hadn’t relieved himself since leaving home that morning, and the subtle urge to go was nagging at him. But the thought of doing it here, out in the open, under Reeve’s unblinking gaze, made his stomach twist with a mix of embarrassment and unease. It was both absurd and humiliating.
He swallowed, managing to keep his voice steady as he replied, “Not now, sir.”
Reeve shrugged, clearly unfazed by the response. “Suit yourself,” he said briskly, his tone returning to its usual formality. “We’ve got more to cover.”
Without another word, he turned on his heel and continued walking, moving with that same unyielding stride. Jake nodded slightly, barely catching his breath as he began to follow, his own movements more tentative. But as he walked, each step brought a fresh wave of awareness—the soft but unyielding brush of his tip against his thigh with every stride, a faint, frustrating reminder of his vulnerability.
The sensations mingled uncomfortably: the quiet but insistent urge in his abdomen, the cool air brushing over his skin, and the subtle, involuntary arousal that prickled just beneath the surface. It felt as though each step only deepened his discomfort, his body caught between conflicting instincts. Trying to keep his expression neutral, he forced himself to focus on Reeve’s back, hoping the walk would distract him from the strange, unwelcome sensations coursing through him.
As they continued walking, Jake felt his discomfort deepen with each step. He couldn’t help but wonder how long Reeve intended to march him around the camp, especially given the crude “bathroom” they’d just passed. The pressure in his abdomen was growing, an uncomfortable reminder that he hadn’t relieved himself since leaving home. His thoughts churned, each step making him more aware of the awkward urgency building inside.
Finally, unable to hold back, he cleared his throat, his voice hesitant. “Uh… sir… I think… maybe…”
Reeve stopped mid-step and turned, a slight, knowing smile playing at his lips. His eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and challenge, as if he’d been waiting for this. He let out a low, throaty chuckle, clearly entertained by Jake’s struggle.
“Alright,” Reeve replied
They made their way back to the metal trough—the crude “urinal” assigned to him. Jake stood before it, his heart pounding with a mix of embarrassment and tension as he faced the setup, the reality of the situation settling heavily over him. The open air around him and Reeve’s unyielding presence just beside him made every inch of his skin feel exposed. He stole a brief glance up, catching Reeve’s steady, assessing gaze fixed on him, his expression expectant and unyielding.
“Hurry up,” Reeve commanded, his voice cutting through Jake’s hesitation like a blade.
Jake’s face burned, but he swallowed down his pride, feeling the inevitable press of urgency in his abdomen. Reluctantly, he lowered his hands, his fingers wrapping around his cock as he prepared to finally relieve himself. The act felt excruciatingly exposed, his bare body vulnerable in front of Reeve’s scrutinizing eyes. Taking a steadying breath, he let himself go, feeling the warm stream push through, trickling from the tip of his glans before splashing against the metal trough. The sharp, echoing sound filled the air, amplifying his sense of exposure and humiliation.
The stream continued, steady and warm, the unmistakable sensation of release mingling with the mortification of his situation. His eyes fixed straight ahead, but he was acutely aware of the sensation, the warmth leaving his body, the flow pouring from his cock, unshielded, with Reeve’s gaze still taking in every detail. The sound was constant, unrelenting, ringing out as he felt the pressure in his abdomen ease.
Gradually, the stream began to slow, softening to a trickle before coming to a stop. His face burned hotter as he gave himself a quick shake, feeling the weight of Reeve’s gaze still on him, and finally let go, freeing his penis as he reached for the rusty valve to rinse down the trough. He twisted the handle, watching as a weak stream of water sputtered out, trickling down and carrying the yellowed liquid toward the drain.
“Good boy,” Reeve said, his voice low, laced with a satisfaction that only deepened Jake’s discomfort, a trace of approval that left him feeling stripped down in every sense.
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