Where the hell is Varley? Balty paced the apartment, completing circuits through the bedroom, living room, and kitchen, only avoiding the teasing allure of the bathroom. He’d pause at the front door, pacing in place hoping for the click of a key, only to start the cycle again when it never came.
        	When he first woke up Varley was gone and the mattress was stripped bare, save for the pillow he slept on. The pressure in his lower body was very much uncomfortable at that point, he winced just leaning up. A feeling of dread hung on his shoulders realizing he’d have to hold it even longer.
        	He tried watching Furry TV, their antics always fascinated him, but found it difficult to sit still. It started with little twitches, the occasional toe curl against twinges from below, before his claws inevitably found themselves stuffed in his crotch. And that soon escalated to him rocking and squirming on the couch, the rapid movements made watching TV an impossibility. Though he had long stopped paying attention, the screaming pangs from his bladder drowned out whatever outlandish Furry activity was on screen.
        	And that’s when the circles around the house started. Endless crooked circles as his legs twisted, his hips shimmied, and the pressure only grew. He tried distracting himself in the kitchen, or rummaging through Varley’s room for his other dildos, but he could barely stand still for more than a few seconds before that tingling sensation of urine on the edge of his slit burned again. And then he was bouncing in place, a claw clamped on his crotch until the urge receded.
        	Augh, Balty felt like he was going mad, pacing through the house for what may have been the 100th time. He did have to admit though, he sure was looking forward to the release. Such a great volume of liquid after enduring so much pain for so long will absolutely feel heavenly. Maybe it’ll even feel just as stimulating as it did to the eagle in Varley’s video. Ah, yes. Balty’s hips swayed on that thought. That relief feeling so good that his pulsating cock would rise from his slit and feel oh-so sensitive to the tou-oh?
        	Balty froze, he heard a key! He bolted to the door and saw his digi-partner stepping in with bags of laundry and groceries. “W-welcome back Master V-Varley.” He said with a wavering voice as he willed his feet to stop moving.
        	“Hey Balty…” With his hands full, Varley turned to knee the door shut. Balty kept an eye on his jiggling genitals as he lifted his leg. “What…what’s wrong with you?” Varley squinted down at his partner.
        	“Nothing sir, I’m fine.” Balty strained to bring his trembles to a halt. “Just a bit cold.” He said with a twitching eye.
        	“Oh, I’ll turn up the heat.” Varley said, continuing into the kitchen.
        	“That would be great, thank you sir.” Balty followed his partner from behind, ever so grateful for a chance to slip a claw to his crotch.
        	“And uh…did you see any of that last night?”
        	Balty stiffened. “See any of what?”
        	“Oh, n-nothing. I uh…pissed the bed a little.” He lied, turning pink as he tried to sound non-sealant. “I know that’s pretty gross for you and uh…didn’t want you to complain or anything.”
        	“No worries,” Balty said, leaning on the seat of a chair and trying to look casual while pressing his crotch against a corner. “I didn’t notice. And at this point, it wouldn’t be anything I’m unfamiliar with.”
        	“Oh…yeah…” An expression of painful regret fell on his face. “God, yesterday was so weird. I can’t believe I showed you all that shit.”
        	“Please, don’t be regretful Master. You only did it because of my insistence.” Balty struggled to not to twitch. “I may have been uncomfortable at that moment, but I never regret a moment where I learned something.”
        	“Oh…wow. You’re actually being…pretty cool about this.” There was a genuine softness to his voice. “I know it’s dumb, but it’s actually pretty nice you didn’t get all bitchy like usual.”
        	“It’s n-nothing, really.” Balty’s knees quivered. Augh, he was on the verge of grinding against the chair, how exactly does he break the news that he’s filled to the brim with urine? “Just simple education.”
        	“It’s just nice not to have someone not treat me like shit for once. Especially after today.”
        	“What happened today?”
        	“I…” He sighed. “I saw my ex at the mall…”
        	“Oh…” In addition to the bursting pressure, Balty could also feel that subtle heart sink.
        	“I also almost pissed myself 3 times,” A smirk broke through his melancholy. “Which was pretty fun.”
        	“Y…you, w-what?” That sentence rang in Balty’s ear and wrung even harder below his waist.
        	 Varley chuckled. “Oh, look who’s into piss now. He kept talking as he started putting away groceries. “I went to the laundromat this morning after I woke up with the sheets covered in…piss. You’re welcome by the way, for getting the covers off without waking you up. I had 3 big cups of coffee before I left, so by the time I put everything in the washing machines I had to pee.” Balty’s legs were starting to shake, he already didn’t like this story. “I tried to use the laundromat’s bathroom, but they said it was broken! Fucking liars, how else do they piss? Anyway, ran to the restaurant nearby to use their bathroom, but I had to buy something, so I ordered a latte, and it was $6, insane. It was an extra-large but still…and that piss felt good, but I’ve held it longer.” Balty huffed, scrunching his toe claws. He’s been holding it much longer too. 
    	“The latte was good too…just not $6 good. Anyways, the laundry still had an hour left, so I got a bottle of water for another hold and went down to the mall ‘cause I was bored as hell. Walked around a little, had to pee again. The line for the bathroom was super long, and this one lizard guy wearing pants was squirming a lot…was pretty hot…wonder if he leaked a little.” He smiled at that rogue thought.
        	“Mmfh.” A groan slipped out of Balty. He tightened his muscles feeling another leak sting his slit.
        	“Huh?” Varley paused at the noise.
        	“N-nothing Master. As you were saying?”
        	“Well like I said, there was a line, and I waited, like, for-fucking-ever. I couldn’t stand still, I was shaking a ton, I was really close to leaking…wonder if the cute guy behind me noticed. It felt so good when I finally got to pee, still not near my longest holds but, mmmm, fuck, that feeling in my stomach when it flows out.” Oh, that probably feels amazing. Balty pressed his thighs together and squirmed against the chair.
        	“I walked around for a bit more, and because the world hates me, that’s when…” Varley sighed. “I saw him. He didn’t see me though…I ducked in a store to hide. That made me feel like shit, so I got a large milkshake so I didn’t cry in public…and then another one…and then another. Finished them all in 10 minutes, bet you know what that led to.” He said with a smirk. Balty puffed out his cheeks trying not to stomp his foot. He really didn’t want to imagine it. “Are you even listening Balty?” His partner looked at him sideways.
        	Balty straightened and tried not to let his eye twitch. “Y-yes, of course. Please, go on.”
        	“Hm. After that, I went to the supermarket, thought it was better to get some groceries and be productive. I had to pee before I even got there and by the time I was ready to check out, I was so fucking desperate, like I had to take baby steps. I asked to use the bathroom, but it was employees only! I swear, everything hates me. But, I had to piss somewhere, so I had to put everything back, my legs shaking and feeling like I was gonna pop. I could barely walk by the time I left the store. I had to pinch my sheath and I was still dripping a ton so I knew I couldn’t even reach the restaurant.” Balty could sense his excitement reaching a peak. “I limped over a dumpster all squirming and shit, barely got behind it right before I exploded! Holy shit…that felt amazing…” He sighed, remembering that feeling wash through him. “I swear it was better than an orgasm! God, just one more second later and I was gonna completely piss myself. It was really hot, but also kinda stressful. Not really into the ‘getting caught pissing in public’ thing.” Balty groaned, doubling over on to his crotch. The visuals were too vivid for him. “What the…” Varley tilted his head. “Balty…do you have to pee?”
        	“Oh, h-how could you tell?” Balty asked through grunts, leaning on a table as his legs pretzeled.
        	“Oh,” There was a tinge of excitement in Varley’s eye. “I’ve never seen you desperate before.”
        	“I t-thought you m-might enjoy this, sir.” He barely squeaked out.
        	“Did…did you hold it all day for me?”
        	Balty could feel that eagerness in his partner. “P-perhaps.” It was embarrassing admitting to such a peculiar act, but he was happy seeing Varley feel joy again.
        	“Oh…wow.” Varley smiled. “I can’t believe this, you’re not being an asshole for once!” Well, everyone shows joy differently. “How does it feel?”
        	Balty groaned clenching his muscles. “It’s difficult to describe…I’m feeling a lot of sensations right now.”
        	“Do you like it though?” Balty could see his partner’s erection starting to peek from his sheath. It sent a shiver up his spine.
        	“S-somewhat…” The mix of heavy bloating pressure, the teasing sting of urine in his slit, and the rolling waves of urgency. It…hurt, in an abstract way. Not that the pounding violence of battle but…something both subtle and blaring at the same time. And when he squeezed his thighs together, putting some pressure on those tender parts in his slit, all of that ‘hurt’ only intensified those little bits of pleasure.
        	“Nice, nice!” Varley bounced with a bright smile. It felt like forever since Balty saw him that happy, it helped to ease the sharp pains in his lower body…slightly. “I’m gonna do a hold too!” He dashed off to the kitchen.
        	“Sir, sir!” Balty waddled after him, every step made him wince. “Am I free to relieve myself?”
        	“Huh? What? Of course not.” Varley answered while pouring himself the rest of his now cold coffee.
        	“B-but, but,” Balty groaned and had to freeze at a bladder pang. “I-isn’t that what you wanted? Isn’t the relief the ‘best part?’” His question sounded more like a beg.
        	“No. My god, did you learn anything yesterday?” He downed his coffee in a few massive swallows, finishing off with a sharp breath of air.
        	“S-so…what do I do?” Balty tremble, fearful of what this meant.
        	“Just hold it, Balty. That’s the whole point.” Varley went on to pour himself two cups of water.
        	“Augh…” Balty had to hold on to a wall as his crossed legs threatened to topple him over. “For how long?” He rasped.
        	Varley finished off a tall glass of water with a hint of annoyance on his face. “For as long as you can.”
        	“But…” He cringed watching his partner pour himself more water. Seeing liquid was just pain. “W-what if I can’t wait any longer?”
        	Varley sighed, and Balty could feel that some of that excitement wear away. “Wow…you do all this just to disappoint me as soon as I get home. I didn’t even get to feel desperate yet.”
        	Balty eyed Varley’s cock, it was stuck semi-erect just halfway out of his sheath. His knot hadn’t even inflated yet, Balty can’t refuse him. “I…m-maybe I can suffice a bit longer.”
        	“Nice.” A smirk appeared on Varley’s face just before he downed a final glass of water. He let off with a sigh, rubbing a now full stomach. His rising erection twitched, Balty could spot the subtle bulge of his growing knot.
        	“S-so, er, what shall we do now?”
        	“Hmfh,” Varley chuffed, that horny smirk coming back. “I want to jack off while you piss yourself on me.”
        	“O-oh.” That forwardness made Balty fluster. He’s really evoking so much pleasure out of his partner…
        	“Come on.” Balty waddled after his dragon, claws tight on his crotch following him into the living room. Varley sat down on the couch and held out his arms to lift Balty.
        	“Are you sure I should risk being on furniture in my current state?” Balty clenched as Varley lifted him into the air. For that brief moment he could feel gravity shifting all those liquids inside of him.
        	“It’s fine. And having TV in the background makes it less awkward.”
        	‘Awkward?’ Balty felt his bladder spike in exasperation, tightening his legs as Varley sat him down on his lap. He’s about to explode for his sexual gratification, and suddenly his digi-partner is worried about awkwardness. “Would you enjoy it if I soiled the couch?”
        	“Yeah, it would also be really hot…though it would suck ass to clean.”
        	Balty kept that in mind, trying his best to ignore how unhygienic that desire is. Though, turning his head to the firm cock lying just inches away from him made for an easy distraction. He flinched and readjusted himself in Varley’s lap…staring back at his anatomy, Balty felt what may have been the ‘awkwardness’ his partner referred to. Varley’s dick stirred, leaning over his thigh almost completely firm, and close enough to Balty’s leg that he could feel the heat emanating from it. Balty stared at it wide eyed as if it would bite. It had a different air now that its owner was fully conscious.
        	“Oh, decided you like cock now?” Varley gave himself a few strokes, and his cock stood at its complete 5 inches and fully swollen knot. The tip of his cock reached just below Balty’s beak, reacquainting his nostrils with natural dragon musk.
        	“N-no.” He stuttered reflexively, not even fully considering the question. He was going even more scatterbrained as the scent of sweat and subtle hints of dried urine filled his lungs. He shivered and that pressure in his crotch grew higher. “Oooh…” Balty couldn’t hold back a groan, and it wasn’t all necessarily out of pain.
        	“Fuck…” Varley’s cock twitched vigorously in his grip. “You’re so desperate you’re shaking…mmmfh.” His claw subconsciously sped up around his dick.
        	“Master Varley, you…” Balty felt himself grow warm, he could literally smell his arousal. His partner was this worked up because of him. He didn’t even touch his genitals this time… “Ohhhh,” He moaned out, and pressed his claws further onto his crotch. The high pressure in his bladder was starting to make him go numb.
        	“Ah…your moans are so hot…” His strokes quickly grew wet sounding.
        	“O-oh…” Balty rocked in place. “M-master, what should I do?” He nearly whined out.
        	“Just…just keep holding it…” Varley mumbled between slick strokes. “And…jack off…that’ll be soooo hot…”
        	“J…jack…” Balty’s heart skipped a beat. It was completely normal for Varley to touch himself, well, relatively normal as a homosexual, but…him? Balty, a completely heterosexual male pleasuring himself in front of another man? Insanity. He couldn’t even bear the thought, but his nethers were on fire. The incredible pressures in his bladder, the rising tingles of his arousal, the only thing stopping his erection from flying out of his slit were his tightly clamped thighs.
        	“Come on…don’t be a bitch…you know you want to.”
        	Balty did want to. He wanted to so bad. With shuddering breaths, he edged his claws into the tight spaces of his crotch. It wasn’t easy, the tiny microsecond long shifts he made with his thighs made his bladder jump and the pangs spike. He groaned as he kept pushing his hand through, his erection twitching away in his slit. The moment his claw breached his slit, he felt like an explosion went off in his body.  “Oooooh!” A loud moan managed to escape him before he could grit his teeth.
        	“Damn…”
        	“Hmmm…hmmmmm…” Strained grunts of pleasure were all Balty could offer at the moment. His claw squelched as it felt around his slit, his insides were soaking with pre and piss. His cock twitched wildly, his inner walls contracted around his touch, and the bladder pangs tearing through his body just magnified every sensation by one thousand. His back arched on its own, his body trying to thrust his crotch forward.
        	“Balty…Balty,” Varley rasped, his own strokes speeding up. “Tell me how it feels.”
        	“M-master,” Balty couldn’t describe it, he couldn’t even focus enough to. There were too many sensations at once. “I-it’s t-too much…ahhhh…”
        	“Oh my god…this is so fucking hot…” Those familiar slick sounds filled the room as Varley became lost in himself as well. Precum started to drip over his balls.
        	“S-sir!” Balty urgently whined. Over the explosions of pain and pleasure he could no longer feel the weight of his bladder nor the clench of his sphincter. Though, he could feel the hot drips of urine gradually invading his intimate spaces. “I-I c-can’t…h-hold it!” He sputtered, so embarrassed to admit his need.
        	“Fuck you’re shaking so hard…”
        	“N-no…auuuugh!” A spurt golden liquid jetted from Balty’s slit and soaked into the couch. “I-I’m sorry….” With little sphincter control left, he groaned and sucked in his stomach in a last desperate attempt to avoid a flood.
        	“Just keep holding it…” Varley reached a claw down to feel his partner. He rubbed randomly in his unfocused lust. From Balty’s head to his heaving shoulders, and to his quivering sides. Like a balloon ready pop, so deep in need. 
        	“Auuuuuggghhhhh!” Balty groaned, feeling himself on the verge of bursting. His stomach trembled, even that last defense near its limit.
        	“Hold it, hold it!” Varley bit his lip, pausing his strokes as more of piss spurts leaked over him. It was so warm, he could only imagine how incredible that hot liquid felt packed inside of his partner.
        	“B-but…” Balty scrunched his eyes shut as he forced every muscle to strain. He could feel Varley’s hot length throbbing against his arm, only making more flustered spurts leak from him. “B-but M-master, I-I’m…”
        	“Hold on!”
        	“Oh god, I-I c-can’t…” Balty wheezed, his breath going high pitched with panic. Everything below his waist became one big blaring pain, a constant stream poured down his tangled legs as his control gradually waned. He squirmed, feeling a visceral refusal to relieve himself on his partner, but it looks like he didn’t have a choice. “Hnnnnng…” He seized up in a last-ditch attempt to hold it back, but it was futile. 2 bursts of piss splashed out of his slit before his muscles completely gave up. “Ahhhh!” He opened his legs and a wide high-pressure stream exploded out from him. He arched his back, the force of it thrusted his erect tapered dick out of his slit.
        	 “Oh f-fuck.” Varley huffed, his cock continuously oozed pre. The hot river battered his crisscrossed legs, splashing upwards into his hoodie, and soaked into the couch below. He could feel the cushion underneath him gradually turning into a steamy soaked sponge. It grew oversaturated and slowly sank under his weight, squeezing dribbles of piss onto the floor.
        	 “O-oh…” Balty rasped. The burst of relief rolling throughout his body, and the rushing flow through his hard cock just tickled him internally in a way that was overwhelming. His face burned a bright red, even through the disorienting layers of pleasure he felt so appalled that he was doing this, on top of his partner, and enjoying it. He grunted, trying to will his stream to stop.
        	“Keep going,” Varley pat his shoulder, his hawkmon strained so much in his lap. “Your piss feels so fucking good.”
        	“Hrrrrnnnng…” Balty shook hard, gritting his teeth as he strained. He grabbed his cock in a last-ditch attempt to save some dignity, though in its ultrasensitive state it eroded his control even further. “Aaah!” He flinched, and his body went limp. His bladder jumped, and his stream begun gushing forth at twice the flow rate. “Aaaaahhhh…ohhhh…o-oh my l-lord…” He moaned, tears of relief starting to form in his eyes.
        	Varley gasped, Balty’s piss powered washed his twitching cock. The fast jet easily overwhelmed the fabric of his hoodie and flowed down underneath, giving his belly and cock base a warm tickling after-rinse. It all made him squirm and jolt, further shifting Balty’s stream across his body. “F-fuck Balty,” He blurted. “Goddamn, I gotta jack off again…” He grabbed his eager cock, his claw immediately getting rinsed in urine. His tongue lolled out of his mouth with just one slow rub, that hot high-pressure jet made his tender flesh so sensitive.
        	“Hoooh…” Balty could only rasp more sounds of pleasure. His entire body felt so hot, warm piss soaked into his feathers, and his senses were in overdrive. “O-oh…” He brushed a wet claw past his cock, just a gentle brush was all he could take at the moment. It made his heart race, and his feathers stand on end. The sensations of his touches echoed through his body in tandem with his relief, he panted trying to ride through it all.
        	“Haaah…hooo…i-it’s stopping…” Balty mumbled between pants, almost forgetting how to speak. His stream had slowed, reduced to a small arch that splashed meekly before his open legs. With a weaker flow, he could finally recognize that lasting tingling emptiness inside his bladder. Ooooh, it made him shiver. His piss arch gradually shrunk until it was just a lazy drizzle from his cock. Balty huffed on the last few pushes to fully empty his bladder, his cock continued to twitch and flex even after his stream was no more. That experience was so satisfying, yet it only left him more…horny.
        	“Goddamn…” Varley panted. A loud shlick-shlick and his hot breaths filled Balty’s ear. He froze, his partner pounded his cock barely a foot from his face, the voracity of which made Balty’s small form shake in his lap. “Fuck that was incredible…”
        	“U-uh…sir” Balty started, staring at Varley’s strokes and shaking with arousal. “W-what should I do?”
        	“What?” He slurred.
        	“I…r-released, what happens after?”
        	“Uh…jackoff I guess?”
        	“But…” The thought of masturbation briefly hesitated in his mind. It would make too much sense. He rarely found a moment private and quiet enough for dirty thoughts to drive him to that edge. And now he was pushed far beyond that edge, yet the thought of it was just…boring. “I don’t want to.”
        	“Oh…guess that sucks.” Varley spoke between his panting. “Oh fuck…” His wrist flexed as he sped up his strokes. “Balty, squirm or s-something. I’m getting close.”
        	Balty grew red with that request. He…he can’t pleasure another male like…like that. With his claws it’s at least educational exploration, but with his body…his rump…hmph. That rough, lewd thought triggered something inside of him, literally. Fresh memories of last night’s experimentation made his innards pulse tingle in a way that almost scared him. He wanted it to feel it again, that amazing explosion of pleasure beneath all of the initial discomfort. And, his expert was right here and already aroused. “Uh…M-Master?”
        	Varley sighed, pausing his strokes. That longing unsureness in his partner’s voice seemed to stymie his mood. “What?”
        	Balty’s face went red. He couldn’t even bear to look at Varley, and instead chose to look down at his own twitching cock. Though seeing the extent of his excitement at such a taboo situation, only made him feel more shame…and seeing Varley’s knot in the corner of his eye certainly didn’t help. “Last night…my curiosity got the best of me…and…”
        	“And?” In the brief moments he waited for an answer, his annoyed sneer grew wide eyed. “Holy shit…is that why when I woke up…the bed was covered in-”
        	Balty’s blush deepened. “T-that may be part of it, b-but-”
        	“What the fuck?” He released his dick in shock, lines of pre stretching from his claws. His erection, however, showed signs of flattery.
        	“I’m so sorry Master.” Balty covered his face, his voice going tender. Thoughts of regret and shame struck him like lightning. He knew he should’ve never touched another male’s parts, what kind of disgusting creature is he? He’s no better than that evil tortomon, going and violating an innocent male’s sanctity to fulfill his own selfish, degenerate wants. And now he’s covered himself and his dear partner with piss, and on the verge of asking for assistance in penetrating himself. Absolute degeneracy. “I’m so, so, sorry.”
        	“Wow…” Varley sat back with his sniveling partner on his thigh, just letting that thought set in. “You really do like dick.” He chuckled wryly but gave his partner sympathetic head pats. “So Balty, uh…was that my cum or yours?”
        	“…Yours.” He squeaked, barely audible.
        	“Oh shit…” Varley couldn’t hold back an entertained grin. “So…you jacked me-”
        	“Yes!” Balty blurted out in a sob. “A-and I tried o-one of your, y-your…artificial penises, too!”
        	“You mean my dildos?”
        	“Y-yes.”
        	“Balty…” Varley laughed. “Holy shit dude, one piss video fucked you up that bad? Guess all that homophobia was hiding something huh?” His titters died out when he noticed Balty still crying…how awkward.
        	“Master…what’s wrong with me?” He said in between sniffles.
        	Varley sighed, putting an arm around Balty’s small shoulders. “Balty, there’s a lot of shit wrong with you, including being an asshole, but there’s nothing wrong with liking cock. Fuck, I don’t even think you’re gay.”
        	“I’m not?” A shot of hope raised his tone. “You mean even after this I’m still not a homosexual?”
        	“Maybe only half of one. I think you’re bi.”
        	“I’m a…what?”
        	“Bisexual, you like dick and pussy. Though dick’s way better.”
        	“Oh my lord…” Balty groaned in despair. “I’m a monster. An utter, deranged, monster.”
        	“Uh…wha-”
        	“I-it doesn’t make sense! That would imply I have some insecurities about my masculinity or relationships with women, yet I’m still attracted to them? Or some past sexual trauma with men, b-but I don’t remember any!”
        	“Jesus, Balty-”
        	“I-it doesn’t make sense, I, don’t make sense. Oh god, I’m m-monster who goes around molesting his closest companions, I don’t even have a psychological justification, I’m just a deranged, broken, monster. I-I’m…absolute scum…” His voice started to break.
        	“Balty, Balty, look,” Varley rubbed his head. “I know I called you an asshole, and a homophobe, and probably other stuff, but that doesn’t make you a bad person…well it kinda does, but being bi doesn’t.”
	“W-what?”
	Varley groaned, a genuine look of sympathy and guilt falling on his face. “God I suck at emotional stuff. I mean…there’s nothing wrong with liking cock, or piss, or whatever weird shit. It’s weird, but who the fuck cares.”
        	Balty looked up at his partner with vulnerable eyes. Just days ago, Balty was the one giving half-hearted comfort, yet here Varley is trying his hardest to be a proper tamer. How the tables turn. “B-but, w-why am I like this? I-it’s not natural…”
        	Varley shrugged. “I dunno. I dunno why I like cock. I dunno why some people like pussy instead. I don’t care if it’s not natural, I just wanna cum. Why do you care so much?”
        	“I…I-I don’t know.” Balty couldn’t find an answer in his terrified racing mind. It’s just the way things are supposed to be, how else will the world function? Why else did his friend suffer so much at that tortomon? Yet, Balty himself feels arousal at the thought of penetration…
        	“So then why be an asshole to about it? I didn’t hurt anyone liking cock, and neither did you liking mine.”
        	Balty flinched at that last note. He…he doesn’t like Varley’s genitals…just their shape…and scent…and feel…good lord. “But…males aren’t supposed to make each other-”
        	“Oh my fucking god Balty…” Varley groaned. “Look you liked the video, you liked my cock, you just pissed yourself in my lap and you still have a boner.” Balty’s eyes whipped down to find, to his horror, his erection was indeed exposed and straining at full hypocritical blood flow. “Did the world end? Are the police at the door? Did your weird digiworld creator god come kill you yet?”
        	Balty hesitated, staring at his hard cock. Streaks of urine from that ‘degeneracy’ still drying on along its sides. There’s no denying it, there’s no other explanation, he is some half monstrosity…er…bi? And…he still feels the same? Confused, scared, aroused, but the world around him held together. He could still recount his morals, his formative relationships, and even that unfortunate event with his filmon friend, he just couldn’t explain how they made sense together, at least for now. “I…I suppose maybe you’re right sir…”
        	“I know I am.” Balty contracted at the stern bitterness in that statement. He could imagine how biting his sharp criticisms must’ve been at his partner’s lowest point, all over urges—natural or not—harm no one and brought him some form of ‘degenerate’ joy. “But…did you really like all that stuff though?”
        	 Balty blinked at that new softer tone. “Y-yes. I-it felt very…satisfying,”
        	“You don’t look so satisfied.” Varley looked down at his partner’s stout hard-on. “You know…we’re both horny, and you finally admit to being the same degenerate at me…you wanna keep fucking around?”
        	Balty flushed, his partner asked that question so casually. His instincts told him to say ‘no,’ but his mind couldn’t even justify why not. He felt so many incredible sensations over the past 24 hours, and his curiosity still begged for more. Well, his curiosity and some other needy parts. “Yes…I…I think, I do.”
        	There was a hint of smug vindication in Varley’s smile, but whatever gloating vitriol there may have been in his head stayed there. “Thought you might.” He laid a soft claw on his partner’s head. “Anything you had in mind?”
        	Balty was frozen for a moment looking back at Varley’s eyes. There was something so genuine in his expression that it gave Balty a strange, confused feeling in his stomach that was a bit too buoyant to be discomfort. Whatever it was, it sure didn’t help his anxiety. He gulped. “Y-yes s-sir…er…as I-I was saying about those…p-plastic, phalluses…”
        	“You mean my dildos?”
        	“Y-yes, your…d-dildos…I…I-I tried one…”
        	“Oh yeah…” He chuckled. “How did it feel?”
        	“It was…strange.” It felt like picking teeth to retell those recent memories. “It was uncomfortable…slightly painful…but I could tell it had the potential to be pleasurable.”
        	“Did you use lube?”
        	Balty blushed “…No.” He mumbled after a long hesitation.
        	“Wow dude…” He laughed, probably imagining something close to the pathetic flailing about of last night. “You’re a dumbass.”
        	“I-I realize that now.”
        	“Guess you want to try it the right way now, huh?”
        	“Well, er, b-before we do…” His gaze flickered to Varley’s leaning cock. “Master, you have…experience, in these sort of matters…both real and artificial.”
        	“Heh, plenty.”
        	“Which do you prefer?”
        	“Oh, real cock hands down.”
        	Balty jolted at his eagerness. “W-why is that?”
        	“Because real cock is just…real.” His member twitched at even that lackluster description. “It’s hot, it’s warm, it’s thick, even has its own lube. Real cocks can move and twitch and squish, and it feels so fucking good inside of you…and they taste pretty good too.”
        	Balty swallowed again, it did little to ease his nerves. “H-how does it feel to be on the other end of things?”
        	“Eh, the other end isn’t as fun but it’s pretty hot too. Depends on the ass, it can be soft, can be tight, can be wet and sloppy, all feels pretty good on your dick. And right when he’s close, his asshole starts squeezing and tugging like it’s milking your cock. And it just keeps going in waves as you both cum together…” His appendage waved in the air, perhaps searching for that feeling.
        	 “Oh…” Balty felt his heart thump. He was afraid of that answer, he was afraid it would confirm everything he imagined, that it would only pique his curiosity more and further degrade any shred of rational masculinity he had left. His toes clenched, he could feel that eager, hungry, rhythmic pulsing in his rear grow stronger…oh lord, it’s too late…he’s already gone.
        	“No fucking way,” Varley laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re a bottom too!” 
        	“A w-what?” Balty barely vocalized the question.
        	“A guy who likes getting fucked in the ass.” That answer hit Balty like bullets. “Wow Balty, you’re soooo fucking gay and you’ve been talking all that shit! This might be the best day of my life…” 
        	Balty looked away. He crossed his arms over his chest and tucked his shaking claws in his armpits. There’s a chance that if never answered reality would simply go back to normal, and he’d be the man he used to be yesterday. 
“Alright, Alright,” Varley pat his shoulder, sighing in a conciliatory yet smug tone. “I won’t make fun of you even though you really deserve it…you still wanna fuck?”
        	There was a long silence. Varley’s complacent smile slowly faded, his partner was really killing the mood… “Master?” Balty spoke up. 
        	“Yeah?”
        	“…What would you like to do?”
        	Varley blinked. “What? Me?”
        	“Yes…you sir.” Balty’s composure returned as he remembered what the purpose of today was. Not to selfishly indulge himself, not to grotesquely spill out his emotions, but to make it up to his dear partner for being so harsh and close minded. Right…remembering that goal brought a sense of calm to him, the status of his masculinity and his own pleasure were once again irrelevant, just pure logic. Yet, his erection anxiously strained while awaiting an answer.
        	“Uh…” He looked down at his cock, which had sunken to a firm rope against his thigh after all of Balty’s weird emotions. Though it still dripped an eager viscus stream of precum. “Well, I’m still horny so either fuck or jack off.” 
        	“Which do you prefer?”
        	“Uh…I don’t care, I just wanna cum. Why are you being so fucking weird now?”
        	“I’m simply asking which way you would like to relieve your arousal.”
        	Varley squinted, exasperation growing again. “Balty, if you want to fuck so bad just say it.”
        	A blush rose on Balty’s cheeks, and his stoicism broke once more. “N-no, no, sir. It-it, t-this isn’t-” He took a breath and steadied his voice. “This isn’t about my preferences. I’m simply trying to be a supportive partner. You’ve recently gone through a breakup, and I admit that my previous attitude hasn’t been helpful. I imagine it’s been a while since your last sexual encounter, and with the events that just occurred, you must be very pent up for relief. It would be completely denying my duties not to offer to help by any means you prefer.”
        	Varley’s brows rose in offput surprise. His mouth drifted open to respond but he turned away when no words were ready. Balty felt those spikes of panic rearing its ugly head again watching Varley’s face change in thought. Was he once again forcing his own desires on him? Was he being too cold again? He flinched when Varley broke the silence. “Dammit…” He sighed. “You’re right, it’s been a while…even before the breakup we were getting pretty distant. Sex and shit aside, it really fucking sucked. Can you imagine how it feels to be lonely while still in a relationship?”
        	“I couldn’t.” Balty said, meaning it literally. He couldn’t understand how one could supposedly feel so isolated in an established Furry romantic relationship, but he doubted that it could be pleasant.
        	“It was terrible…that fucking asshole. I didn’t think I’d find someone into the same weird shit as me ever again but, you turning cool all of a sudden really helped me feel better.” He looked at Balty with a weary smile. Though he flustered upon seeing his partner turn wide-eyed. “I-I mean, n-not that we’re dating or anything cause t-that’ll be fucking weird but…thanks, I guess.” He looked away with pink on his face. “So uh…you sure you wanna fuck?”
        	‘Want.’ Balty too looked away as he started to respond. “I’m…I’m positive that I want to do this for your well-being.” He returned eye contact with a light blush.
            ‘You’re so fucking gay.” Varley snickered, but there was something softer in his tone. Balty’s heart pounded away in his chest again, with a rhythm that was similarly lighter than those heavy punches of fear. The moment felt so uncomfortable but…in a pleasant way. “But alright…” Varley leaned back into the couch and opened his legs. “How do you want to do this, loser?”
        	“H-how…” Balty cleared his throat and confidently restarted. “How do you wish to relieve yourself sir?” Varley snorted and laughed again. “W-what?”
        	“And you’re a sub too, so, sooooo fucking gay.” Varley squeezed his limp cock as those last chuckles rolled out of him. “Oh…damn, I gotta piss already.”
        	“Do you wish to go urinate first?” Balty watched each urgent squeeze as if he were hypnotized.
        	“No…” Varley released his appendage, which had grown firmer with that stimulation. “It feels so much better to cum while desperate.”
        	Balty felt his feathers stand on end, his partner sounded ready.  “E-er, w-what position do you wish to take?”
        	“Oh, I’m topping.” 
        	Balty’s lips tensed at how aggressively confident that response was. “W-what does that mean sir?”
        	“It means I’ll be the one to fuck you.”
        	“Oh…” He shivered. Varley said that so casually, like, like, shoving his cock inside another man was nothing. 
        	“Cause I think it’s very obvious how bad you want a dick up your ass.” Varley passed a glance at Balty’s twitching cock. “And there’s no way I’m letting someone who talked so much shit about liking dick top me…at least not yet.”
        	“Er, v-very well sir.” Balty’s eyes fell down to Varley cock, his partner’s penis was growing close to fully erect with the anticipation and touches. He couldn’t believe it. Just a few words, not under anger or duress, and it’s agreed that cock will go inside of him. Like it’s nothing. Balty sniffed involuntarily, his body so greedy for that manly sour musk. He shuddered when that scent went down his throat, his mind flooded back to the sensations of that meaty organ filling his claws, the taste of Varley’s semen, feeling it pulse so excited at his touch…and it’s going inside of him.
            Varley smirked watching his partner ogle his manhood. “Damn, you’re ready, ready. I’ll get the lube.” Balty, frozen in that moment, didn’t get the cue to move from his partner’s lap until Varley placed him back on the couch. He watched the dragon disappear into his room, his stiff cock giving a minor bounce on each step. That short, casual response and grin wasn’t the ravenous, sexually charged excitement he had expected from such self-described ‘degeneracy. What…what does this mean? Does Varley do this so often it’s just an equivalent to a dinner agreement? Or…could this act actually be…sensual? N-no, can’t be that. It’s not like they’re in love…but Varley’s tone at points was more playful and softer. Even between two males could intercourse hold some of the intimacies as a norm-, er, traditional pairing? Oh…this is what his partner tried to tell him isn’t it? His relationships with other males were ‘real,’ and now, Balty’s…e-experiencing it?
        	Balty stiffened when Varley walked back in holding a suspiciously benign looking bottle and his erection at full length. He watched him approach and sit down with the shivering eyes of a scared puppy. Varley chuckled. “You look like you’re gonna cry. You sure you still wanna do this?”
        	“Positive.” He answered, frozen in that same expression.
        	“Alright…get on your stomach loser.”
        	“I…I-I have to lay down?”
        	“You don’t have to, it’s just then I’d be bouncing you in my lap like a flesh light. Do you want that instead?” Varley responded with a sadistic grin.
        	Balty didn’t understand half of that sentence, and he doubted that he wanted to. “E-er, I’ll choose to lay down.” With shaky limbs he rushed to turn himself over, laying his chest on the couch armrest.
        	Varley chuckled as he peered down at his vulnerable partner, who twisted his neck back with anxious eyes. He flipped back the cap of the bottle and squeezed some transparent liquid onto his claw tips. Balty immediately recognized the cherry scent, this felt like the ‘true run’ to follow his dildo flounder. “I’m gonna dip my finger in to get you lubed up. Try not to panic too much.”
        	“W-what? W-why would I panic?” Balty could barely hear his own voice over his heart. 
        	“Cause first timers are always the biggest bitches.” 
        	Varley’s lubricated claws lowered out of Balty’s view and his breaths quickened. His mind didn’t even have time to formulate some panicked scenario before he felt it. “O-oh!” Warm slimy digits circled his anus, making his ring twitch. It was so ticklish, but harmless.
        	“Don’t panic, don’t panic.” Varley teased.
        	“I-I won’t.” Balty stared ahead and tried not to think of what was about to happen. Varley prodded the tip of his claw into his partner’s winking hole. The lubed shape of his pointed finger allowed it to slip inside that needy ring all too easily. “Mmph!” Balty clenched. Varley’s finger didn’t reach that far of a depth nor was it as girthy as the dildo, barely even a strain on his inner walls, but the presence of a foreign visitor inside of him was so strange. He had fought against his muscles’ instinctive urges to push it out.
            “Damn Balty, you’re tight.” Varley took note of that squeezing resistance as he maneuvered through.
        	“Ah, o-oh…” Balty arched his back as the digit brushed against his prostate. Just those gentle movements were enough to trigger a few spikes in pressure through his crotch. Almost as if his bladder were full again, but more…pleasant. Lighter but sharper, less of a stabbing wave but more of a shower of tingles. It was very, very odd, but still…pleasant. “I-is t-that a g-good thing?” Balty stammered, fearful of what that comment meant.
        	“Fuck yeah it is.” Varley pulled his finger out with a soft squelch from Balty’s now glistening anus. Balty hoped for a positive response, but the excitement in Varley’s voice only made him more anxious. “And you’re actually pretty wet inside already.”
        	“I-I am?” He shivered.
        	“Yeah, guess that’s what comes from being part bird or something.” Balty’s mind was too scrambled to correct that assertion. Though, that cloudy jumble of thoughts went blank when Varley’s comparatively massive shadow straddled over him. He looked back, he could only see from Varley’s sensual smile down to his navel, as his hips disappeared somewhere below his field of view, and likely very close to Balty’s rump. “Wow…I can’t believe this.” Varley spoke in an eerily low tone. “Just a few days ago you thought cock was against your little values. Now look at you…already a whore.” Varley inched in close enough for Balty to feel his hot breath tickle his neck feathers.
        	Balty shook, struggling not to hyperventilate. His partner was so terrifying at what may be his most well-deserved gloat, but at the same time, the intimacy, the masculinity just oozing from his imposing figure excited him. His erection was almost painful, he wanted this freakish activity to happen already. “I’m…I-I’m ready now Master.”
        	“Heh…said like a true whore.” Varley shifted over him, placing his claws right above Balty’s shoulders, and positioning his knees further behind Balty’s hips. Balty trembled, his asshole winking with cautious anticipation. He could feel Varley’s warmth hovering around his backside. Good lord, this is going to happen. He’s, he’s gonna be penetrated by another male, willfully. “I’m gonna go slow…” Varley whispered in a buttery voice. “Try not to freak out.” Balty stiffly nodded as fast as he could, he just wanted it to happen already.
        	Balty immediately felt a hot moist meaty texture push onto his anus. His eyes went wide, with just some mild pressure he could feel Varley’s tip indent his hole and slip inside. “H-hah…” He could recognize the shape of Varley’s glans along his inner walls. The beginning wedge shape quickly expanded to its wide ridge and passed through his tender ring with soft pop. Not the sound, but with that subtle yet abrupt shift as his asshole closed around those unequal surfaces.
        	 “That’s the tip,” Varley softly spoke in his ear. His body felt so hot against Balty’s back. “Doing good for someone who was straight till yesterday.”
        	Balty’s entire body tensed, his toes scrunching, his claws sinking into the couch fabric. Varley’s cock tip spread his insides as it dug deeper, only for the following meaty shaft to fill and stretch him further. “Hhhhaaaa…” His breath and rolled back eyes seemed to go on with Varley’s length. That blaze of sensations made his body tense, it combined into one giant conglomeration of pleasure, pressure, and strain of his asshole’s gape echoing through his belly.
        	“Oh fuck,” Varley gasped. Hearing his voice jump still managed to give Balty chills amongst these new deafening feelings. “You’re so tight, augh…you’re gonna squeeze the piss out of my dick.”
        	“Muh, Muh…” Balty could feel Varley shivering trying to fight what must be a near full bladder while pushing forward. He wanted to ask just how strong his need was, how much that desperation made his dick burn, and how close Balty was to literally juicing his cock with pleasure. But he couldn’t form words with a dragon cock diving deeper into his ass.
        	“T-that’s it,” Varley said with strain. “It’s all the way in to the knot…that’s as far as I’m gonna go. Not that bad huh, pussy?”
        	“N-no…” Balty sputtered in bits and pieces. “F-further…p-please.” He felt so insanely tight, so full, but he’s gone this far, he can’t disappoint his partner.
        	“I know you’re a whore now but trust me, you’re not ready for it.”
        	Balty’s shaking body went stiff again, feeling Varley’s cock drag back out of him. He could feel every detail, every vein and imperfection on his cock scape against his screaming, pulsing insides. His limbs seized, it felt just as incredible going back out. “M-master, p-please, please!” He cried out, his body begging for more and desperate to make Varley feel just as good.
        	“Shut up, you’re killing my boner…ugh.” Varley paused just outside of his partner’s hole to give himself a few strokes while rubbing the sore pressure above his bladder. “I’m gonna go faster before I piss myself. Since you’re a whore you should be able to take it.”
        	“P-please, plea-aaaah!” Balty’s voice distorted to a gurgle as Varley plunged his cock back inside of him. That explosion of ecstasy struck through his body like lightning, melding with that jarring, near painful stretch of his virgin anus.
        	“Oh, not such a whore now huh?”
        	“N-no, no…” Balty slurred, drunk with pleasure, and shaking with fear. “G-go even f-fa-faster if y-you p-please.” He wanted more, he wanted to feel good, he wanted his partner to feel good, the thought of the pleasure his tight juicy body was providing that cock made him squirm on it. That desire completely overrode any anxieties he had of being split open by the very phallus he wished to please.
            “Alright, you’re asking for it whore.” Varley huffed as he reeled back his dick to the tip and thrust it back into the base of his knot. A shiver went up his spine, Balty’s insides squeezed so firmly on his manhood it pulled his hips in, just teasing his bladder to release. “O-oh fuck.” He grunted, his toes curling as he soaked in that feeling. “You’re so fucking tight, holy shit.” He bit his lip and repeated the cycle. In and out, and in and out of that small greedy, pulsing Digimon asshole. His thrusts grew quicker, and the distance of his cock traversing grew smaller as a pleasured hunger took over.
	“Ahhh…oooh…” Moans rasped past Balty’s lolled tongue. Everything below his waist seemed to be engulfed in a numbing fire, those rapid thrusts into his thoroughly broken-in hole became a continuous explosion. That intense pleasure contrasted with the growing soreness of his battered ring and the rough shifting of his chest and knees on the couch fabric, every thrust dragging his body back and forth over that short distance. His cock too had a bittersweet burn for attention as it leaked precum nonstop, just the passing air made it flex wildly in its hypersensitive state. Balty was too overwhelmed to ride with those rough movements, or even direct his twitching arm to grab his cock, but he knew his partner was enjoying himself. 
            He could feel how Varley’s cock grinded and pulsed against his prostate, how greedy and sloppy his breaths sounded, Balty didn’t want to interrupt that with his own minor needs. Varley was having the most fun he’s had in a while, maybe even the most pleasure he’s had ever. Balty grit his teeth, baring through the discomfort and the extra surge in arousal that thought gave him. Yes, Varley’s riding ecstasy being massaged by his walls, barely able to even keep his piss in. And soon that twitching diamond cock will blow the biggest loads of thick, hot, musky, manly cum for his good partner…
            “Fuck, Balty, fuck…” Varley’s thighs tightened around Balty’s hips, his pants grew heavy in his partner’s ears. His thrusts started to slow, those sticky squelches of precum and lube were starting to sound more a viscous glue.
            “M…M-master…” A blaze rang through Balty’s insides during those gaps between thrusts, barely a second, but it made him long for that rapid cock. “P-please…”
            “Fuck, fuck I-I can’t hold it…hng!” Varley groaned.
            “N-no, p-please, d-don’t hold back sir!” Balty strained, his insides clenching to keep that dick inside of him. “I-it’s n-natural to e-ejaculate…p-please.” His mind overloaded with the image, the taste, the feeling of Varley’s semen from the night before. He so badly needed more, he needed it to fill him.
            “I-it’s not cum, d-dumbass…augh!” Varley held the sides of Balty’s rump and yanked his cock free. “Fuck.” A spritz of urine managed to escape his cock before he could grab it, dousing Balty’s ass in piss.
            Balty flinched, even through the roaring sensations in his lower body that hot splash still surprised him. And, through the funky, earthy smells of sex and sweat, he could smell it too. The unmistakable bleachy burning scent of piss blared in his nostrils, such a strong manly fragrance in its own right, and a sign of more bursting pressures that needed to be relieved…and Balty wanted to relieve it. “M-master…” He mustered all of his strength to flop over onto his back. He looked down his belly and past his own erection see Varley on his knees with a choked grip on his cock.
            “O-oh shit, I can’t move…” Varley said in between heavy breathes. Balty could feel his legs shaking around his sides. “Fuck Balty, your ass really took me out.”
            “I’m…sorry…s-sir.” Balty was unsure if he was supposed to be apologizing, does urine fetish play typically continue into sex? Is this something those who ‘bottom’ is supposed to be wary of?
            “Ugh…” More spurts slipped their way through Varley’s iron grip, pattering Balty’s legs and feet. “Don’t say ‘sorry’, just fucking help me.”
            Help? “B-but Master, I thought you preferred to soil the couch.”
            “Not this time.” Varley’s breaths hitched as he rubbed his bladder bulge.
	“Erm…” Balty could barely move in this state to go retrieve an empty receptacle as a substitute toilet, and of course carrying his partner to the actual toilet was out of the question. What kind of help could Balty reasonably supply? Unless…his partner intends for him to be the toi-
            “God you’re so fucking stupid, mmfh!” Varley hunched inward, massaging his dick with pulsing grips to keep his bladder at bay.
            “Wha-”
            “Open your mouth!”
            “M-my, m-mouth?” Whatever part of Balty’s stomach that he could still feel at this point just dropped at that notion. That’s so foul, even compared to the other acts that Balty agreed to today. Is Furry urine safe to drink? That’s putting literal waste inside of his body. A male’s waste. Waste that came from a male’s hot, hard, juicy…b-but it’s unsafe! “Master, I…” Balty trailed off, stunned by Varley rising on his knees, placing the tip of his dick mere inches from his face. It appeared that the only thing preventing the feathers between his eyes from being doused in piss was Varley’s tight hold on his erect length. 
	Balty looked up to find a menacing smile on Varley’s face. For one of the very few times in his life, he felt genuinely small. Varley pointed his dick towards Balty’s beak and squeezed his own hanging balls. “Better open wide. Ah…” He moaned as he lessened his grip, feeling a raging ocean start to course through him.
            “M-master plea-”
            “Auuuugh!” Varley let out a groan just as his cock exploded. A hard jet of piss blasted into Balty’s beak mid-sentence. Balty reflexively swallowed a mouthful of urine while flailing about, it felt so hot and stung going down his throat, like swallowing acid, he couldn’t help but cough and gag back on the heavy stream. The taste was so bitter, with a strong harshness that could only come from the aggressively needy cock of a man. Yet, he couldn’t stop drinking it. “Oh shit you’re really drinking it!”
	Half literally, the pressure at which urine surged into his mouth threatened to choke him if he didn’t swallow. Though, Balty fought the urge to turn his face away. His partner wanted him to swallow all of his relief, and he took Balty’s own earlier, so Balty intended to be a good partner and return the favor. He felt his body leaning into it, a growing urge to embrace his shower. His stout cock pulsed at each sloppy gulp, screaming for him to take one after the other even when his lungs begged for air. It was like all of those teasing scents from before but magnified 1000%, in pungent flavors so strong he was losing feeling in the lining of his throat.
	“Balty this is so fucking hot…ung.” Varley moaned, seeing how eagerly his partner gulped up his juices made that jet feel even better rocketing out of his cock. His thick stream quickly became too much for Balty, he choked back foamy piss as it overflowed from both sides of his mouth. It made Varley sadistically chuckle and his cock flex. He turned his partner into such a greedy whore he’s choking to drink more of his piss. He gave his erection a few strokes as the flow started weakening, making his piss pump in uneven splashes into Balty’s face. 
	Balty shuddered, misaligned urine sprays completely re-doused damp areas of his face, the oversaturated drizzles cascading down over his cheeks. Piss irritated his eyes but feeling the warmth of Varley’s insides in that liquid, its near painful burn in his nose, and the satisfaction that he’s keeping Varley’s dragon cock hard more than made up for those small bothers. 
	He found himself feeling disappointed when Varley’s stream waned. His body quickly felt cold without a hot shower raining down on him, and his tongue grew numb without that stinging taste. Balty rubbed his pissy feathers, still fresh with his partner’s heat, and lapped at the droplets around his mouth. Disappointed, but his partner was fully satisfied.
	“Ahhh, fuck…” Varley grunted out the last remaining spurts in his cock, letting each one unceremoniously shoot Balty’s face. “Holy shit that felt good…” Varley leaned his crotch forward to shake the remaining drops on his cock over Balty’s chest. The flustered hawkmon opened his beak and snapped at those subtle blips flying through the air. Varley snickered, such a desperate whore. He bent back down and hovered over Balty, his knees sinking in the piss-soaked couch cushions.
	Balty froze, mid huff of his arms when he noticed the shadow overcasting him. It gave him chills again looking up at Varley’s hungry smirk. “…Master?”
	“Read for round two you fucking degenerate whore?”
	Balty was so lost in desire he didn’t even question those titles, never mind the heavy dose of intimidation mixed in upon realizing Varley moved to penetrate while making eye contact. “B-but, M-mast-” He wanted to question if males can even have sex that way. “Aah!” But Varley’s deep diving cock answered that for him.
	“I know you fucking are.”
            “Ah-ahh-ah…” Balty’s mouth ceased to function, and his brain was preoccupied interpreting the flames of pleasure once again engulfing his body. Varley was thrusting much more aggressively now, battering his hole with the hilt of his knot and wearing his insides raw. The length of time Varley’s cock spent outside of Balty to piss had dried much of the cheap lube to a more viscous fluid, further adding to that numbing combo of pleasure and pain, but it all felt so good to Balty. The way his use as a urinal fueled so much of Varley’s arousal, the way he could see the hunger in his partner’s eyes, the effort in his face to satisfy it. The way Varley’s pointed cock slid so easily pushed inside of him only for the rough ridges of his glans to make his limbs flail, it was all perfect, yet too much at the same time. He just grit his teeth and accepted it like a good partner.
            “Are…are you f-fucking crying?” Varley choked between pants.
	“N-no sir!” Balty fluttered his eyelids to quickly blink away pain-induced tears. He can’t disappoint his partner, he’ll take every thrust and enjoy it. 
            “God you’re such a pussy…” Varley’s thrusts started to slow.
            “No please!” Balty mustered all his strength to lean up and latch on to Varley’s torso. “I-it’s m-much pleasurable!” He strained to tighten his inner walls as much as he could. “Nngh!” He could barely breath, he could barely feel, his insides constantly shifting around the shape of his partner’s cock. Still, he tried to form a smile with the remaining muscles that still functioned in his body. He is happy to satisfy Varley’s cock, and he wanted to show it. “P-please…g-go on!”
            “Ooh.” Balty felt Varley’s stomach tighten. “J-jesus, you’re fucking weird.” Varley strained on that last word as his body starting faster humps on its own, chasing that tight, wet, juicy pleasure on every inch of his cock.
            Yes. Balty turned his face away as those harder, faster thrusts made more tears sting his eyes. Their coitus grew rougher, but it brought him ecstasy beyond belief to know he’s fulfilling his duty as a good hole. That forced smile became a natural ahegao, saliva fraying from his grit teeth and his limbs struggling to stay latched to his master.
            “Oh god…fuck Balty,” Varley panted. “I’m gonna cum.”
Balty could see the burning blush on his cheeks and the restrained look on his face. He could feel the pulsing of Varley’s cock, the stuttering of each thrust against his sensitive walls. His partner was so close and so aroused all thanks to him. He’s been such a good partner, so effective at massaging and milking his cock at that now Varley was helpless but to have the massive, powerful, surging orgasm that only a man could accomplish. “Ohh…” Balty shook, his eyes twitching, that realization brought those surging pulses to his own cock.
            “F-fuck I don’t think I can pull out…” Varley bit his lip against that rising pressure. The burning desire in his cock pushed his hips to continue, even as his muscles shuddered in their attempts to slow down.
            “D-don’t…s-sir.” Balty barely strained out, feeling waves of an imminent orgasm sizzle his nethers. He needed those thick ropes of cum inside of him again, he needed to take Varley’s load like a good partner.
            “Oh god here it comes…” Varley’s voice wavered in the back of his throat. His hips sped back up for those final magical thrusts, a fire blazing throughout his cock and balls. “You fucking…whore!” Just as he yelled out that word, that pleasure reached a fever pitch and exploded through his cock.
            “A-hah!” Balty gasped, feeling a load of semen shoot inside of him, instantly splattering his inner walls with hot sticky fluids. He didn’t even have a moment to process it before Varley’s cock squeezed back into him with another shot, and another, and another. He couldn’t take it, his back arched and his walls contracted hard around Varley’s length. “Master, aaaah!” Strings of digi-cum shot from his own cock, arching on to his face and belly, each one propelled even higher in the air by Varley’s residual humps.
            “Oh f-fuck, t-too tight, mmmrfh!” Varley clenched his eyes closed, his thrusts losing steam as Balty’s ass milked him for every drop. Those powerful contractions through his dick were nearly defibrillating.
	“Ohhhhh…” Balty leaned his head back, shot after shot of cum pelting his insides, while burst after burst of his orgasm made his hips buck. Time slowed as the rocking of his body and the output of his internal balls blurred his senses. He could feel Varley start to slow, that rapid burning movement through his hole shifted to a growing warmth from the cum filling his ass. 
             “O-oh fuck, I c-can’t.” Varley’s muscles grew sore, and his manhood gained a frizzy over stimulated tingle. He gave one more thrust, putting in all the energy that remained in his body to pump a final tired burst of cum into that hawkmon ass.
             “Hnng!” Balty grunted out, getting a sudden stronger hit to his prostate as Varley emptied the final contents of his balls. “Ung…unn…” He moaned out the decaying flickers of his orgasm, completely melting against the couch.
            “H-holy shit…” Varley grit his teeth and pulled his dick out of his partner’s no-longer-virgin hole. His cock was so sensitive just that one move made him flinch. “Oh my god…” Varley flopped down on top of his partner, laying his chin just above Balty’s shoulder.
	“M-master, m-my…” He could feel Varley’s hot seed dripping out of his winking hole. He was trying not to push it out, but this new strange fullness in his ass kept triggering his rectum. And the weight of the dragon who filled him pressing against his stomach surely didn’t help.
            “Shut up…” Varley groaned into the couch cushion. “This isn’t weird, just…just let me catch my breath.” He lifted his chin to look at Balty with blue eyes still dizzy in the afterglow. “Balty…holy shit. That was incredible…”
            “Really?” Balty expected him to love it, he sensed that hungry need through every action, but hearing his cynical partner admit it was a pleasant surprise. Now he felt another warmth flooding his body.
            “Fuck yes…I can barely feel my fucking legs…whew.” Varley took a moment to breathe, and then turned to Balty with a sly grin. “So…how was your first time, whore?”
            “I-I, er, I-I feel much of the same sentiment about my legs as you do right now, sir.” Balty answered, suddenly feeling shy.
            “Heh, you were begging for my dick. ‘I-i-i-i-it’s m-m-much pleasurable sir.’ Bet it was the best time of your life.”
            Balty shrunk at his partner’s mocking. “W-well, t-there were certainly a lot of…pleasurable sensations I didn’t think were possible.”
            “Hmm, thought so. You still gonna be a bitch about my boyfriends now?” 
            “I, e-er, no. I apologize for all of my previous ignorant statements, I never realized such sensual acts between two men were possible.” Balty at this point was ready to admit it, the guilt and hypocrisy ate him alive at the thought of his prior words. But the implication that Varley would go on to prioritize other sex partners felt…disappointing, to his surprise. Balty barely understood if he had fully enjoyed that act, but he thought that after all that pleasure and comfort Varley would have more appreciation of being with him. 
	Varley laughed a tired but smug and vindicated laugh. “How does it feel Balty? How does it feel to be proven wrong my fat cock?”
	“To be honest, partially enlightening sir. But…mostly shameful.” And how could it not be? To have his manhood and deep-set logic destroyed in the most homosexual way possible. Just thinking of it made his head spin.
	“Mm-hmm, as you should. But you know what Balty? It’s Ok.” Balty’s eyebrows rose. Is he…is he forgiven? “Not many guys would try weird stuff like piss, not even guys who didn’t start out as homophobic assholes. And you know, the fact you gave it a try is…that’s pretty cool.” Varley flashed his partner a mildly impressed smirk before he rolled off him and stretched. “Ah…and, now that you’re cool, just ask if you ever want to fuck again, or jack off to piss stuff. I sure won’t be a bitch about it.”
            Oh. “O-Ok, s-sir…t-thank you.” Balty stuttered, feeling that blush again. So, Varley does appreciate his efforts. That…that feels…nice to know. And more importantly, his partner seems to have forgiven his ignorance. It feels like everything from these few trying days have finally been righted. Balty turned his head away to allow himself a smile.
            “Just not right now…your tight ass almost killed me.” Varley yawned.
            “Of course, I understand Master.” Balty was just as exhausted, his limbs felt like they weighed a million pounds. He was in no mood for another round right now, nor to mentally go through the tiring logic puzzle of what this meant about his own masculinity. For now, it just felt nice to finally have a closer understanding of his dear partner.