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Dream breaths out slowly and resolves to just ask. It can’t hurt, right? His boyfriends are accepting- of course they are- so even if they’re a bit weirded out by this, it’s not like they’re going to make fun of him. Well, actually they would definitely make fun of him for this, but not in a mean way. They would tease, but never in a hurtful way. That’s the worst that could happen.
He hears them talking in the living room, and he can picture it perfectly. Sapnap and George sit in the same spots in the living room all the time, George on one end of the couch, and Sapnap in the armchair right next to it. It helps to know what to expect as he walks into the living room.
Dream hovers in the doorway for a moment, as George and Sapnap laugh at a joke he only caught the tail end of. The two of them laughing together will never stop being breathtaking, his two favorite people enjoying each other. George looks up at him, and smiles.
“Hey,” George says, and Sapnap turns around to look at Dream as fast as an overexcited dog.
Dream grins. “Hey, I’ve got something to talk about.”
They make similar noises of curiosity, and Sapnap puts down his phone to show that he’s listening.
Dream moves so he’s in a more comfortable spot, sitting criss-cross on the floor in front of them. He thinks for a moment, and takes another deep breath. “So I have this kink, and it’s a bit weird, but I’m really into it.” He pauses.
“Yeah?” Sapnap asks, an easy grin spreading across his face.
“Yeah,” Dream echos. “I, uh, like to hold my piss. Like, for as long as I can, and then wet myself.” His tone rises as he speaks, as if the whole explanation is a question.
They look at him blankly for a moment.
“That’s it?” George says finally.
Dream nods, feeling his cheeks flush.
There’s another short silence before Sapnap whispers, “Pissbaby.”
Dream sucks a breath in between his teeth. George elbows Sapnap.
“Don’t make fun of him, Sap.”
“I’m not!” Sapnap says defensively. “... But it is a little ironic, isn’t it?”
“Sap…” Dream mumbles.
“Sorry, it’s just a little obvious now that you mention it.” Sapnap pauses, then gets a little more confident. “You always ‘forgot’ to use the bathroom before starting to record something, you’d get desperate by the time it was over. I bet that wasn’t so much of an accident, hm?”
Dream bites his lip.
George clears his throat, bringing them both back a bit. “So did you just want to tell us, or were you going to ask us something?”
“Well, I mean, if you guys are interested, um, I would love it if you controlled me through a hold.”
George raises an eyebrow and turns to Sapnap. Sapnap grins.
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Dream sits in front of his computer, trying to focus on the game. He’s 1v1v1-ing bedwars with his boyfriends, and they’re all fairly evenly matched. They’ve temporarily set up all their computers in the same room- Sapnap’s streaming room for the space and hardwood floors- and it feels more domestic than it would if they were all in their separate rooms.
From the outside nothing would seem out of the ordinary, but for Dream? He keeps glancing at his boyfriends nervously. Today is the day they’re supposed to control him. They haven’t said anything about it yet, but before they all settled down to play, Dream noticed a full water bottle in front of his computer. He had picked it up and glanced at both of them. He hadn’t caught Sapnap’s gaze in that moment, but he made eye contact with George, who looked at him seriously for a moment before a grin spread across his face.
Dream pauses at his resource forge and takes a drink from the bottle. He notices a lull in the keyboard clicking, and glances at Sapnap, who stares back at him for a moment until Dream sees a notice in the chat out of the corner of his eye.
Sapnap was knocked into the void by GeorgeNotFound.
Dream snorts a laugh, turns back to his game.
It’s not until they’re a minute till death match that Dream genuinely feels the need to pee. He shifts in his seat, ignoring the feeling. It’s not that unusual for him to ignore the need while he’s playing minecraft, just being focused on the game (and it’s just a bonus that it feels better to go after having held it for a while). Today, however, it feels different. He knows his boyfriends will be taking control of him soon, and it’s almost overwhelming to know.
Dream fell into the void. FINAL KILL!
Well, now they definitely know something’s up.
He clicks into spectating Sapnap and lets himself sit back a bit.
“Dream?” George asks.
Dream shifts again, feeling himself flush even though George’s tone implies nothing. “Yeah?”
“Have you finished your water yet?”
Dream stares at the half empty bottle. “No.”
George only clicks his tongue in response, somehow exuding disappointment despite not even looking Dream’s direction. It makes Dream reach for the bottle and take a long drink from it.
It goes on. Dream finishes the water fairly quickly after that, and tries to ignore the urge to pee for as long as he can.
Eventually, though, he’s squirming in his seat constantly, finding it hard to focus on the game. He’s past the point of not being able to speed bridge, he can barely bridge normally at this point. At a particularly strong urge he takes his hand off the mouse to squeeze himself for just a moment, and walks right off the platform he was on, falling into the void with 6 diamonds and 4 emeralds.
The frustrated sound he makes morphs into a whine, and he squirms more, shifting in his chair and tapping one hand on the desk. He crosses his legs and tries to refocus, but he feels his boyfriends watching him.
George wins a round and Sapnap brings them back to the lobby. Dream trembles slightly as he disconnects from the server.
“I’m bored,” he lies, even though they all know that’s not why he quit.
“Really?” George asks, voice dripping with sweetness.
Dream turns his chair to face them, squirming. He doesn’t know what to say, desperation starting to blur his thoughts. He feels so full, he can’t help but reach down and grab himself.
Sapnap makes a disapproving noise. “Who said you could touch yourself, Dream?” he says smugly.
Dream looks between them for a moment, then lets out a whine as he removes his hand from his cock. He wiggles his hips to try and compensate for the lost pressure.
“How about one more game, Dream?” George says, and it’s framed as a question but it is a command.
Dream bites his lip. “I- I don’t think I can-”
“I think you can,” George interrupts, “for me.”
Dream stutters for a moment, then ducks his head to hide the flush on his cheeks. He turns and rejoins the game.
“Good boy,” Sapnap coos at him.
They enter another round of bedwars, and Dream can’t seem to do anything right. He falls while bridging, misplaces blocks, buys the wrong items, and misses easy shots. Sapnap is going a bit easy on him, but George is just playing as if nothing’s amiss.
Dream is trying to defend his bed as a strong urge hits him. He lets out a whine and grabs himself to prevent any leaks. Then, in one smooth motion, George breaks his bed and knocks him off the edge.
Dream can’t even register Sapnap and George logging out until they’re beside him. He tries to even out his breathing, but Sapnap leaning in to press a kiss into the crook of his neck makes him gasp lightly.
“I think I recall you being told you weren’t allowed to touch yourself, Dream,” George says, prompting a whine from him.
“George, please .”
George goes still for a moment. It usually takes so much more direct teasing to get Dream to beg. Dream looks so pretty like this, looking all fucked out already, even though the scene is just barely getting started. Dream whines again.
“Please, I can’t .”
George raises an eyebrow. “Colour, Dream?”
“Green, green- just- please ,” Dream responds.
“Then take. Your hands. Off yourself,” George says in a harsher tone.
The reaction is instant, Dream snaps his hands to the arm rests of the chair, bucking his hips to try to make up for the lost friction.
Sapnap runs his hand through Dream’s hair soothingly. “You want your hands tied Dream?”
Dream looks up at him.
“Help you keep your hands off… So you don’t get punished.”
Dream’s eyes widen, and he nods frantically, rubbing his thighs together.
Sapnap turns away briefly, opening a drawer. He shows Dream the ropes as a last confirmation- Dream nods again, biting his lip- before he starts to tie his wrists to the arm rests of his chair.
He starts tugging at the restraints as soon as they’re secure, hands still itching to grab himself. George looks at him for a moment, seemingly indifferent, before breaking into a dangerous grin.
“Dreeeaaam,” George sings in a tone he reserves for domming.
Dream whines as he makes eye contact with him. George leans in to kiss him gently, Dream nearly melting into the contact until George rests a hand over Dream’s bladder.
He tenses up as soon as he feels it, even though the touch is feather light at first. George pulls back just enough to look Dream in the eyes as he presses down. Dream can’t help but cry out at the increased pressure, hands jolting against the restraints.
He isn’t sure if any of the strangled noise he made resembled words, but mercifully the pressure is removed quickly. Sapnap pets Dream’s hair soothingly, gently shushing him.
“We’ve got you baby, you’re doing so well,” Sapnap murmurs.
Dream leans into the touch and practically purrs at the praise. After a moment of respite, Dream looks up at George, trying to look serious despite his constant squirming.
“G- Sir?” Dream asks, voice small and breathy.
George raises an eyebrow.
“I know we didn’t talk about it but-“ Dream cuts himself off with a whine and presses his legs together hard.
“What do you want, Dream?” George asks, and the tone tells Dream he isn’t allowed to decline to answer.
“Will you please call me…” Dream dips from a quiet tone into a full whisper at the end of his sentence, just quiet enough that George genuinely can’t hear it, but Sapnap’s shocked expression tells him it’s definitely interesting.
“What was that Dream? ” he emphasizes his name instead of guessing at what Dream wants to be called.
Dream stutters a bit before finally getting it out; “Call me pissbaby, please sir.”
“ Oh,” George says with a grin. “That’s almost too obvious. I’ll call you that if you answer a question.”
“Yes, Sir!” Dream gasps eagerly.
“Are you an exhibitionist, Dream?”
Dream seems a bit confused.
“You alllllways call yourself a pissbaby on stream, do you get off to that, baby? Do you wish you could tell the whole world that you like pissing yourself?
“Fuck,” Dream whispers.
“Do you like that idea, pissbaby?”
Dream gives a low moan at that, nodding quickly.
“Say it, Dream.”
“Fuuck, I want everyone to know, Sir! Want them to know I’m your pissbaby.” Dream grinds down on the seat to the best of his ability, desperate in every way he knows how to be.
“Good boy, Dream.”
Dream lets out a whine. “S-Sir, please, I need to go so bad.”
“Not yet, Dream. Hold it for us.”
Dream whines again, suddenly unable to stop making desperate noises. Sapnap whispers encouragement and keeps Dream just grounded enough to hear himself whimpering and George degrading him.
When he first leaks, he yelps, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. In any other scene, that would be a sign to stop everything and check in, but they talked about this beforehand. There’s still a slight pause as George and Sapnap register it, but George quickly gets back into his role, teasing Dream about the tiny leak.
Dream can’t help but moan at the next leak. Hot liquid rushes over his cock, dampening the fabric of his sweatpants. He’s tempted to just let go, but he hasn’t been given permission yet. He just barely manages to stop, whining and moaning the whole time.
He’s not even coherent enough to ask for that permission, though.
Dream’s barely comprehensible pleas fill the air between them. He can’t stop leaking every few seconds, and he’s grinding desperately against his chair.
Finally, after what feels like forever, Dream hears what he wants to hear.
“Piss yourself for us, pissbaby,” George says harshly, cutting through the desperate haze in Dream’s mind.
It’s too easy. Dream moans loudly as hot urine soaks through his sweatpants, trailing down his legs, pooling in his seat, dripping down onto the hardwood floor below. It’s so much, Dream can’t think at all as he pisses himself. His cock starts to harden before he can even finish pissing, incredibly obvious in his soaked pants.
“Such a little pissbaby slut,” Sapnap murmurs near his ear.
He hears the sound of George’s phone taking a picture and looks up through half open, teary eyes. “Pathetic,” George says. “If only your fans knew how pathetic you are, how much of a pissbaby you really are.”
Dream can’t take it. The degradation makes him cum in his soaked pants, volume breaking his moan into a sobbing noise.
The next twenty minutes or so are hazy, Sapnap and George guide him into the shower, help him into clean, more comfortable clothes, at some point Sapnap disappears for a while.
Dream floats back into coherency cuddled against George’s chest, quiet music playing from somewhere nearby.
“Mm.. hi, George,” Dream mumbles.
“Hi, Dream,” George responds softly.
Somewhere behind Dream, Sapnap hums gently. “How are you feeling, Dream?”
“Really good,” Dream turns to look over at him. “What about you guys?”
“We’re alright, baby,” George answers. “We’ve had time to talk to each other, now we can talk about how you felt.”
Dream snuggles back into George’s chest, thinking for a moment. “It was really, really good. Wish I could’ve done more for you guys, though.”
“Well,” George says, “maybe next time we’ll ask more of you.”
Dream looks up at him, a little surprised. “Next time?”
Sapnap scoffs slightly. “You really think we could be satisfied only seeing that show once?”
Dream grins, and can’t help kicking his feet in excitement.