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The first time it happened, Bucky was mortified, and much to Steve’s confusion and his own personal embarrassment, he was hard as a rock. He figured he coulda pounded nails with his cock, he was so hard. And Steve thought about it for days afterwards, and he felt like he’d die with the guilt he felt.
Bucky and Steve had decided to try shibari, and Bucky was tied to a chair with some extra strong rope that they had purchased. They even tried tearing it up beforehand and couldn’t, so they had decided it was perfect and nearly escape proof. Bucky was comfortable with his arms tied behind his back, legs tied wide, mouth gagged with a ruby red ball gag, looking up at Steve with his steel blue eyes, wide and expectant. Bucky was already hard, and his cock pointed straight up and rested on his lower abdomen. Bucky was a sight and Steve had to catch his breath once he finally stepped away to look at his handiwork. It had taken a while for him to figure out all the ropes, but it was well worth the wait.
“You’re beautiful like this, you know that,” Steve said as he ran a finger over Bucky’s cheek. Bucky mumbled something but Steve couldn’t make it out on account of the ball gag. Steve chuckled.
“Aw, poor thing, can’t hear you when your mouth is full like this,” Steve said. Bucky blushed and mumbled more. Steve tucked a stray hair of Bucky’s behind his ear and kissed his neck, and he heard Bucky sigh.
“But you like your mouth to be full, don’t you?” Steve said as he kept kissing Bucky’s neck. Bucky keened. Steve let up his assault and moved around to the back of the chair and put his hands on Bucky’s shoulders.
“Such a good boy you are, all tied up, and waiting. I won’t keep you waiting too long,” Steve reassured. He ran his hands down Bucky’s chest and touched his tan nipples, feeling the now-hard buds under the pads of his fingers. Bucky squirmed a bit and threw his head back against the chair. The muffled sounds of Bucky’s moans and whimpers was so fucking hot, how they hadn’t tried this yet together Steve would never know. Steve worked his hands down Bucky’s warm body, tugging the ropes as he went. He noticed Bucky’s foot was tapping a little but didn’t say anything. Maybe he was just impatient. Steve ran his hands down nearly to Bucky’s cock but stopped short, much to Bucky’s dismay.
Steve came around front of Bucky and repeated the ritual while Bucky looked on, eyes wide, straining some now against the ropes. His eyes were always on Steve and it felt so incredibly hot to have someone watch him so intently. Bucky strained against the ropes now and whined as Steve neglected to touch Bucky’s now weeping cock. His cock was red and flushed and Steve hadn’t even laid a hand on it. He felt smug.
“Look at you, dying for it huh? Wishing my hands were on your cock?” Steve asked. Bucky whined and threw his head back. He strained against the ropes.
“You best be careful, Buck. Wouldn’t want you to get rope burn,” Steve said, trailing his hand up Bucky’s leg. He finally grabbed Bucky’s cock in his hand and gave Bucky a squeeze. He moaned and it came out muffled and Steve thought about his own neglected cock. He thought about how hot it could be to make Bucky watch him play with himself while he was strapped down. But he had been teasing Bucky for a long while now and didn’t want to keep him waiting. With his free hand he palmed himself through his boxer briefs and Bucky looked on and whined.
“Wish this could be you, huh?” Steve asked. Bucky nodded. Steve pumped his fist up Bucky’s shaft and let his thumb massage the tip, spreading the precum around and making Bucky’s dick glisten. It was a heavenly sight to behold. Bucky bounced his leg more urgently now and tossed his head back and whined. Steve loved to see him so desperate. Steve quickened his pace and was on his knees in front of Bucky working. Bucky’s whines reached a fever pitch before he came, and his cum coated his abdomen and chest and Steve’s hand. His whole body shook with his orgasm and he slammed his head back into the chair and panted. For a brief moment all there was was the sound of Bucky breathing.
While Bucky calmed down, Steve decided to get out of his underwear and maybe entertain the idea of making Bucky watch as he played with himself. He wiped his hand off on his underwear and cast them aside, and stood before Bucky with his hard cock hanging down and he took himself in hand.
“How was that?” he asked. Bucky let out a low whine. He raised his head to look at Steve who was slowly stroking himself. He looked over Bucky’s wrecked frame and felt his orgasm brewing. Bucky strained against the ropes again and both his legs bounced this time. Bucky’s face went to worry and he made a panicked noise. Steve stopped stroking himself and focused on Bucky’s face.
“What’s wrong?” Steve asked. Bucky whined again, this time more urgently. Steve came forward and unbuckled the ball gag from behind Bucky’s head and popped the ball out of his mouth. Spit ran down Bucky’s chin.
“I need out,” Bucky gasped. His legs were bouncing and trying to come together now.
“Uh, okay, okay lemme find the tie-,” Steve said. He had Bucky lean forward and he found the tie in the back for his arms. It was two separate sets of ropes, one for Bucky’s arms and another for his legs. Steve worked on undoing the complex knots and ties for Bucky’s arms. Steve was a beginner at this so he couldn’t go as fast as Bucky seemed to need. Bucky whined and was bouncing his legs furiously now. The ropes loosened and Bucky immediately pulled his arms out from behind him and grabbed his dick and moaned as he strained against the ropes that still tied his legs.
“Steve please,” Bucky begged. Steve found the tie at the back of the chair and tried to undo it but all the squirming Bucky had done had made the knot tighter. He couldn’t even begin to get it undone.
“Buck, I-“ but he was cut off by a desperate cry. Steve shot up and looked over the top of the chair and Bucky’s hands were wet now. Oh. Oh.
“Steeeeve!“ Bucky whined again, his voice high with desperation.
“Knife!” Steve shouted as he bound out of the room and grabbed a knife from the block in the kitchen. He bounded back and just as he hit the doorway he watched Bucky strain against the ropes once more before he he let out a high pitched whine and piss spurted out of his dick and Bucky scrambled to squeeze his dick to make it stop. Steve hesitated in the doorway and Bucky looked up at him with tears in his eyes. Steve moved then after seeing the desperation on Bucky’s face and with two quick slashes he cut the ropes on Bucky’s legs. Instantly, Bucky slammed his legs together and held his dick and whined again, but piss still shot out from between his fingers. It ran down his legs and into a puddle on the floor.
Steve stood there watching speechless, and he was now rock hard, harder than he had ever been in his entire life he figured. He didn’t understand why this was so goddam sexy, but he honestly was worried he’d shoot off right then and there as Bucky was sucking in deep breaths, clutching himself, hands and legs soaked with piss. Another whine preceded another hot gush of piss that came out, and Steve nearly fell to his knees, he was so turned on. He grabbed ahold of the back of the chair to stabilize himself. He was nearly dizzy with arousal, he felt like all the blood in his whole body was trapped in his dick. Precum beaded at the tip of his exceptionally hard cock. He didn’t dare touch it, not now, not while Bucky was …
“Bucky what can I do to help? Do you need help up?” Steve looked at Bucky and then glanced at their en suite to their bedroom, and then back to Bucky. It was only a few paces away. Bucky doubled over himself and sucked in shallow breaths, and then turned his head to look at Steve.
“Shower?” Bucky panted. Steve nodded and held out his hands. With a wet hand Bucky grabbed on and kept himself bent over and Steve started to guide him to the bathroom. Piss leaked out in spurts and Bucky was crying and moaning and sucking in breaths. Steve got him in the shower and sat him down on the bench and turned on the water. This made Bucky cry out in desperation again, and Steve looked at Bucky as his body trembled as he completely lost control, and piss rushed out of him. Steve could hear it hissing and he saw how Bucky’s chest heaved with relief but his face was pure and utter shame and embarrassment at what was happening. Steve, completely caught up in it, just stared, mouth ajar, it was incredible. He sucked in a shuddering breath and nearly came right there.
He got the water to a good temperature and then closed the shower door. He could see Bucky put his hands on his face through the frosted glass. Steve quickly washed his hands and stepped out of the bathroom, making sure not to step in the little puddles that Bucky had left behind. There were quite a few from his walk over, as well as wet foot prints. The bulk of the mess was on the chair and on the floor in front of the chair. Steve thought back to those initial leaks Bucky had and groaned and closed his eyes. He didn’t understand why it was so hot to him. It was a similar kind of sexy to watching Bucky cum, but, different. It didn’t matter, Steve’s dick was leaking precome and the more he thought about Bucky’s desperation, the more he was dying to come. He eventually ignored the mess for now, and laid himself down on their shared bed and grabbed a tissue and finally got his hand on his own dick that so far had been begging for attention. It didn’t take long for him to be shooting off into the tissue, still feeling the confused arousal over watching Bucky piss himself.
He wiped himself up and sat up on the side of the bed, dick red, and pursed his lips. He already felt like he had another one in him, but decided against it and slipped back into his underwear and decided to grab a mop and some floor cleaner. He would clean up while Bucky stayed in the shower. He wondered if he should check on him? But he decided against it. Bucky looked mortified, and Steve felt bad about that, but it was also so hot. He didn’t know how to feel or what to think. He focused on mopping instead.
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Later that evening in bed, Bucky had rolled on his side away from Steve. He had been quiet for the rest of the afternoon and evening, and had been avoiding facing Steve. Steve figured it was him still being embarrassed about what had happened. Steve rolled on his side to spoon Bucky, and Bucky put his hand on top of Steve’s.
“Hey? Are you okay?” Steve asked softly. “What happened?” they hadn’t actually talked about it yet. Bucky had come out of the shower and saw Steve mopping and just left the room, cheeks flushed, eyes cast down.
“Well, you spent so long getting me all tied up, which, I loved it. I really did, and I want to do it again, please don’t think I don’t. But I had to go a little when we got started, but I thought I could wait. And then you had me totally distracted and that was, Steve that was so hot, but then when I was finished, it hit me like a train, I had to go then,” Bucky said. Bucky brought his knees up and Steve could hear him sigh. “And I couldn’t really stop it,” Steve thought about how hot it was to see Bucky like that and he felt himself getting stiff again. The horrific timing of a boner made him panic a little. Bucky, being the ever so observant ex-assassin that he was, noticed immediately. He squeezed Steve’s hand.
“Steve?” Bucky asked, still on his side not looking at him. Bucky then rolled over and faced Steve. He reached out and rested his hand on Steve’s stiff cock. Steve sucked in a breath and felt his face flush red.
“Steve were you… did you… like that?” Bucky asked. Steve couldn’t get a read on what Bucky’s expression meant. His face was… curious? mixed with concern maybe? Steve felt like he’d die he was so embarrassed. He had liked it, he had liked it very much, and just thinking about it made him so very turned on, as was extremely apparent. Steve choked on his words and he couldn’t bear to look Bucky in the eyes so he looked away. Bucky retracted his hand and instead wrapped his arm around Steve’s middle and nuzzled into him. He sighed, but it didn’t sound exasperated or upset.
“Okay,” he said. Bucky closed his eyes and Steve was left to wonder what on earth that meant.
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Steve would find out what Bucky had meant several days later. Things had been awkward between them. Steve felt like he was harboring a secret from Bucky, something that they did not do. From the moment Steve got Bucky back in Wakanda, from their first kiss by the water under the stars, they vowed to never hide anything from each other. But this? Steve did research on this and learned that it was a fetish, something he had heard of but didn’t think he’d have himself. And keeping it to himself was killing him. It had taken over his mind, and he had been thinking about it nearly every day, for what felt like every waking moment.
Steve’s answer came in the form of Bucky appearing before him one lazy Sunday afternoon with rope in one hand, and a glass of water with a straw in it in the other. Steve looked up from his book perplexed.
“You know I noticed, right?” Bucky said. Steve closed his book and looked on, perplexed, but then realization hit him and he felt his stomach drop. “It didn’t escape me how turned on you were, even talking about what had happened in bed got you going,” Bucky said with a smirk. Steve felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. Steve took the rope from Bucky.
“Do you… what? Wait, you…? Hang on now,” Steve stammered out. “You looked upset after what had happened, I don’t want to make you go through something like that again if you don’t want to. Please, you don’t have to do this for my sake,” Steve said. Bucky made a face.
“That was because it was accidental, but this… could be planned, and, well, seeing you like that…,” Steve’s eyes widened. He had been so focused on what had been happening that he hadn’t paid any attention to what Bucky might interpret, what he might perceive. He swallowed hard.
“Are you sure?” Steve asked. Bucky pursed his lips and nodded. “What do you want to do? Since this is your idea, you lead,”
“I want you to tie me up and make me drink water and not let me out. I want you to tell me no, and keep me tied up until I make a mess of myself,” Bucky said. Steve nearly swallowed his tongue.
“Where?” Steve choked out. He was hard as a rock now just thinking about it. Jesus Christ. Maybe this was his fetish.
“How about in here? We can put something on to watch?” Steve nodded frantically. He stood up and pulled Bucky in for a kiss and Bucky smiled, hugging him tightly.
“I’ll go get the chair,” Steve said as he pulled out of the hug. Steve left the room and grabbed the chair from the other day out of the guest bedroom and set it in the living room next to the sofa. He then grabbed some towels and placed them all over the chair. Bucky had a sip of his water before he set the glass down and stripped out of his clothes.
“You know, I’ve always wanted to watch MASH. Why don’t we start that?” Bucky asked nonchalantly as he got completely naked and sat down in the chair. Steve grabbed the rope.
“Should we use the ‘green light, red light’ system for this?” Steve asked as Bucky lined his legs up with the legs of the chair. His soft cock hung between his legs, touching the towels beneath him. He put his hands on the arm rests.
“That’ll be perfect,” Bucky said. They had decided on that before they even begun their journey into ropes and tie-ups, and Steve nodded.
“Green?” Steve asked.
“Green,” Bucky said as he nodded, eyeing the rope. Steve began tying his legs to the chair, and made sure he went up his shins to anchor his legs in place. There would be no clamping his legs together on his watch. Steve ended up getting a second length of rope for his arms. He left them loose enough to let Bucky have some leeway but not enough to reach anything. Bucky eyed the tent in his pants as Steve worked.
“Why don’t you get into something more comfortable, hm?” Bucky said with a smirk. Steve slipped out of his sweats and kept his underwear on, stopping at that.
“You said MASH, right?” Steve said as he sat down. Bucky was strapped to a chair next to him on the couch and Steve picked up the glass and held the straw to Bucky’s lips. Bucky obliged and had a long drink.
“Mhmm,” he said as he sipped. Steve set the glass down and grabbed the TV remote. After a few minutes of searching he found the show, and started episode one.
As the episodes went on he kept giving Bucky the glass of water to drink from, and every time he drank without complaint. Every so often Steve would look over at Bucky, who was completely transfixed on the show, to see how he was doing. So far, three episodes in he was fine. Steve got up to refill the glass, and brought over the water pitcher from the refrigerator. He set it on the coffee table. Bucky looked at it and swallowed thickly.
Episodes went by and Steve kept feeing Bucky water. Bucky didn’t start to shift in his seat until they were several glasses in. Steve figured he must have gone before he came and proposed this idea to Steve. Steve felt himself getting stiff again thinking about how full Bucky’s bladder must be getting.
“Still green?” Steve asked.
“Still green,” Bucky said, though his voice was slightly strained. Steve gave Bucky another drink of water and the two sat and watched the show. After another few minutes Bucky strained against the ropes a little and whimpered just ever so slightly. Steve got up to refill the pitcher, he couldn’t believe Bucky could drink that much. As he set it down on the table, he decided to go ahead and use the bathroom himself. He felt a cruel sense of irony as he went, and wondered how bad Bucky must be squirming once he turned the faucet on to wash his hands.
When he emerged from the bathroom Bucky was eyeing him sharply and straining against the ropes.
“You did that on purpose,” he said. Steve pursed his lips.
“I had to go,” he said with a shrug.
“So do I,” said Bucky. His breathing was shallow.
“Then go,” Steve said, voice husky with lust. Bucky pouted and rested his head on the back of the chair. Steve walked closer and took on the full view of Bucky’s naked frame. His dick was half-hard, and he had a noticeable bladder bulge. Steve hadn’t noticed it the last time they had tried shibari, but now it was noticeable.
“Steeeve,” Bucky whined, “Let me out,” he said. Steve shook his head and from the side of the chair he grabbed Bucky’s chin and looked him in the eyes.
“No, darling. You’re perfectly alright where you’re at now,” Steve said. He let go of Bucky’s chin and ran his hand down Bucky’s neck and chest before he pressed lightly on Bucky’s bladder. Bucky moaned.
“Steve!” he gasped out. Steve smiled.
“What?” he asked as he took ahold of Bucky’s thickening cock. He stroked Bucky then and within seconds he was fully hard. Bucky whined and strained against the ropes.
“Steve, I need to go, let me out,” Bucky whined. Steve shook his head.
“Like I said, you’re okay riiiight here darling,” Steve let go of Bucky’s cock and took his hand to his own, palming himself through his underwear. Bucky looked on, mouth ajar, sucking in shallow breaths.
“Steve, Steve,” Bucky panted out. His legs strained against the ropes, his hands reached futilely towards his own dick. “Steve I need to go,” Bucky pleaded. Steve shrugged and sat down on the couch next to Bucky, and this time faced him. He grabbed the water pitcher and poured a fresh glass, and Bucky whined at the sound of the water pouring. Steve held the straw up to Bucky’s mouth and he obediently drank from it, though his eyebrows were knit together in concern. As soon as he swallowed he sucked in air in a gasp and threw his head back. Steve watched on as he set the glass down and then resumed touching himself through his underwear. Bucky looked at him with wide eyes and a heaving chest.
“Come on me,” he blurted out. Steve sat forward.
“What?” Steve asked. The request took him off guard.
“Come on me Steve. Wanna watch you come. See it on m-,” Bucky sucked in another breath and whined as the first spurt of piss leaked out. He strained against the ropes then and threw his head back, crying out, tears in his eyes. Steve stood up and took off his shirt and his underwear and stood before Bucky. He was in the danger zone here, he knew that, but the idea of Bucky’s hot piss getting on him made his dick leak precum. He was so hard, and his dick was flushed red. Bucky looked up at Steve and another spurt erupted, this time getting his lower abdomen wet, and Bucky gasped for air.
“Steve, please, Steve, I gotta-,” Steve stroked himself as he listened to Bucky struggle for air. Bucky was fighting for control over the basest of base needs and the struggle was mesmerizing. Another leak came out, and Bucky moaned and leaned forward to stop the flow. Steve was impressed by his control. He stroked himself at a slow pace, and he felt his orgasm building deep within him. Bucky’s face was flush with the struggle, and his dick was mostly hard, and the tip was wet with piss and precum.
“What do you need, Bucky? Hm?” Steve asked, teasingly. Bucky looked up at Steve imploringly.
“I need to go,” Bucky gasped, “I can’t hold it,” he whined.
“Oh?” Steve asked, voice hoarse now, he felt that he was getting close. Bucky winced and struggled with the ropes once more, eyes red rimmed and watery. “What’s stopping you? I told you that you were going to stay put,” he managed to say. Bucky whined then and a longer rush of piss came out and soaked his legs. He cried out as it happened, and once more gasped for air in it’s wake.
“You’re not being let go,” Steve said. He stepped closer to Bucky and stroked himself with renewed fervor, pointing his dick at Bucky’s chest. He couldn’t wait to see his cum mix with Bucky’s piss all over Bucky’s chest. Just the idea nearly tipped him over the edge. Steve stood over Bucky then, and put a hand on the head of the chair behind Bucky. The floor was already wet, and Steve stood in it without a care in the world. Bucky writhed beneath him, little spurts of piss coming out more and more until finally Bucky cried out and he let go. His piss came out strongly with a hiss, spraying up on his chest and soaking Bucky. Steve got a little splash back on himself, it was warm, and as Bucky kept emptying his bladder, Steve finally came all over Bucky’s chest with a loud shout. He couldn’t believe how hard he came. His mind became like TV static and he felt dizzy with his pleasure. His cum streaked across Bucky’s chest and the piss mingled with it just like he hoped it would.
Bucky, after what felt like ages, finally finished pissing himself and sat there in the chair, limp, cock hard, and covered in his own piss, head thrown back, chest heaving with relief. Steve bent down and kissed Bucky’s forehead, and the two stayed like that, forehead to forehead for a few moments.
Steve moved first and kissed Bucky on the cheek.
“You were incredible,” he whispered. Bucky sighed. “I’m going to draw us a bath and I’ll be right back with towels, okay?” Steve said. Bucky nodded. Steve stepped away and got the bath running and came back with towels to help dry Bucky off. He undid the ropes for Bucky’s arms first so he could help dry himself off, and Steve threw more towels down on the ground before he got down and undid Bucky’s legs. When they were freed from their rope prisons, Bucky brought his legs together and slumped in the chair a bit, and sighed contentedly. He ran his fingers through the now drying cum on his chest and abdomen. Bucky continued patting himself down and Steve helped, taking a gentle hand to Bucky.
Steve helped Bucky up and he wrapped a towel around his waist and lead him towards the bathroom where the tub was nearly full of hot, steamy water. The tub was big enough for the two of them, and they easily slipped in. Steve turned the water off once they were inside and they soaked in the water for a little bit. Steve pulled Bucky against him and pressed his back to his chest, and ran his wet hands over Bucky’s body. Bucky shivered under the touch.
“Bucky baby, that was so hot, god you’re amazing,” he said as he kissed Bucky’s neck. He sloshed more hot water onto Bucky’s chest before he grabbed to soap bar from its dish and lathered up his hands. “But you’re a mess and we need to get you cleaned up,” Steve said. Bucky nodded and let Steve lather his body with soap. Steve rubbed the soap into his skin and with a soapy, slick hand, he stroked Bucky in the water a little, just to get his breathing up.
“How was that for you?“ Steve asked. Bucky leaned into him as Steve’s hands wandered away from Bucky’s dick and finished lathering Bucky’s lower half and belly and chest with soap.
“I… I actually loved it Steve. Handing control over to you was… yeah, I see why you like this so much,” Bucky said. Steve started washing the soap off of Bucky’s skin, water sloshing everywhere. Once he was satisfied that he got the soap off, he let his hands wander back to Bucky’s still hard cock.
“Any other thoughts?” Steve said as he slowly stroked Bucky in the water. Bucky sighed and rested his head back on Steve’s shoulder. Steve kept stroking long, even strokes in the warm water.
“Next time… I think I want you to fuck me when I’m like that…” Bucky whispered. Steve moaned then, and picked up the pace of his strokes.
“Yeah?” he whispered into Bucky’s ear, biting Bucky’s ear lobe. Bucky moaned then. “Want me to fuck you while you barely hold on?” Steve whispered. Bucky keened. “Feel me filling you up when you’re already so full?” Steve felt himself getting hard again at the visual. He kept up his relentless pace on Bucky’s cock and soon he came, his body shaking with pleasure. Steve slowed his pace and stroked Bucky until he collapsed back onto Steve, going limp in his arms.
“God I love you,” Steve said.
“I love you too,” Bucky turned his head and they kissed. Steve already couldn’t wait until next time.