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Tianlang-jun sat upon soft and bountiful cushions, basking in the evening glow of the sun with his loyal general and beloved nephew by his side. He was reclined with his inner robe being the only thing covering him, while Zhuzhi-lang sat on his knees before him. He held a tray of various snacks for his lord to enjoy.
And enjoy he did, but as the room dimmed on this quiet day in the demon realm, the boredom began to build in Tianlang-Jun. It wasn't often they had a day just to relax, as this heavenly demon Lord was often too chaotic and attention seeking. Just as he was about to rise and declare his desire for something new and exciting to happen, He heard a small huff escape his zhizi’s lips. A barely disguised frown began to appear on his face as he adjusted in his seated position.
“Ah, my lord, may this one be dismissed briefly?” zhuzhi-lang asked soft spoken. Tianlang-Jun’s eyes narrowed, watching the almost imperceptible blush don his nephew's scaly cheeks. He gave it a moment's thought before smirking internally.
“No.” he said simply, watching Zhuzhi-lang process his answer, shock and confusion crossing his face before he composed himself once more.
“Has this one does something wrong my lord?” he asks with his head bowed, still sneaking a glance towards his junshang’s expression. This time it really did reflect a small smile,
“No, nothing like that.” He chuckled, bringing his drink to his lips. “This subordinate must further assist this one. His aching feet need attention as well.”
Tianlang-Jun’s expression was half covered by the cup in his hand, but the devious look in his eye couldn't be missed as he beckoned Zhuzhi-Lang to come closer. He set the tray down on a side table, trying not to furrow his brows as he shuffled closer towards his lord.
It was not missed that once he settled he clenched his thighs together, slightly squirming as Tianlang-Jun let his foot slide into the hands of the man before him. Zhuzhi-lang made quick work of sliding the sock off, but his lord did not let him raise it from his lap. His slow but firm movements slighting brushing against his lower region, an audible gulp broke through the soft sounds of skin rubbing on skin.
The entire time Tianlang-jun’s piercing gaze never left him, as the strokes of messaging made it's way up and down his foot. The younger one kept us gaze down during his ministrations, long nibble fingers dug into the soft flesh. His hands only briefly squeezed up his calf before going back down to the soul, his slow movements never leaving his lord's eye. Making it even more embarrassing when his zhizi could no longer contain his uncomfortable squirming. It was unclear whatever curiosity or boredom Tianlang-Jun was trying to quench, but this younger demon was beginning to see this ritual of humiliation was never ending.
“Lord, this one must relieve himself, please.” he finally caves after the pressure in his stomach was too much to bear, he would only ever tell his lord such embarrassing things if it truly was something he must attend to. Having paused in his ministrations, The heavenly demon above took his opportunity to press his heel into his nephew’s lower gut. Making him gasp, tianlang-Jun let out an “Oh?” foot pressing down in emphasis, sliding lower down. Zhuzhi choked on a suppressed whine.
“Well why did you wait till now? It is irresponsible to let such needs control you like this, nephew. What if we had been attacked?” The older man leaned in, putting more weight on the foot in the younger's lap. Gasping, his nails clawing into his own thighs to gain some semblance of self control.
“This one did not want to disturb his lord he is sorry, and this will not happen ag-”
Cut off by Tianlang-Jun
“Would you have sullied yourself in battle? Humiliating your shidis and shimeis?” Although his words were harsh and hurtful, the smile on his face had not left.
“Never my lord, this foolish one has learned his lesson.” he bows his head further down, facing only his lord’s pale foot in his lap.
“Ah my foolish nephew, I decide when you have learned your lesson.”
The younger man’s face scrunched up “im not foolish..” he says dejectedly under his breath. His junshang’s foot finally let up, zhuzhi-Lang’s brief sigh of relief was quickly extinguished by Tianlang-jun’s next words.
“Whatever you must do, you can do it right here. I've grown tired of your squirming.” he says dismissively, like this wasn't the most humiliating thing he’s asked of his esteemed general. At first he could only gawk, opening and closing his mouth a few times.
“My lord, this one couldn't possibly..” too embarrassed to even finish his sentence. Tianlang-Jun felt a twisted pleasure shoot up his back at the reaction of his zhizi.
Hot pleasure pooled under his robes, chubbing slightly at the thought of Zhuzhi-lang’s ever incriminating loyalty. After many years of each other's company he was at least somewhat predictable in his obedience. ‘Traditional’ family relations and gender discrimination never quite made sense to Tianlang-jun, instead finding the taboos quite intriguing. Certainly forcing his nephew to wet himself while kneeling before him would give him quite the rush, no? After all, he would not fight back.
“Aw, perhaps you need this elder to assist?” His sharp eyes and twisted smile made Zhuzhi-Lang shiver, blinking back the wetness in his eyes. He could only watch as that foot returned but even lower, he fought the urge to flinch back as that foot pressed hard against his abdomen. As if sensing his struggle, Tianlang-Jun put a firm hand at the back of his neck pulling him into the pressure.
The scene before him was unsightly, Zhuzhi-Lang's face paled as he realized he really had no out. And his Lord was going to make him soil himself right before his probing eyes. A sheen of sweat broke out on his brow
“Gah! Please, this is so improper.” he gasps out. Disgusting really, he couldn't help but squeeze his eyes as he started to lose control of his bladder. How could he let himself be undone so easily, and in front of Tianlang-jun no less. Pants escaped him as the first trickles began to escape, and his eyes started to water when his lord’s foot crushed his dick, his patience wearing thin.
“Go on then, nothing a naive little thing like you couldn't handle?” Playful timbre about him, as he raised one brow. Though his grip on his nape, and foot on his groin did not let up at his teasing. Tears welled in Zhuzhi-Lang’s eyes as he finally lost control.
A single tear shed as the flow of piss released unbidden, an ashamed whine escaped his clenched teeth. His robes darkened as the hot liquid spread and seeped through each layer, eventually soaking his lord's bare foot as well and pooling on the floor beneath him. He could only gasp and whimper quietly, as his previously full bladder emptied under the force of his uncle's foot. The heat was what registered first as he clenched his eyes closed, the smell hitting him next. His face burned just as hot as the piss drenching his lower half. He wanted to hang his head in shame but that hand at his neck didn't let him, instead a thumb went under his chin pushing his head to look up in the eyes of the heavenly demon above him.
His eyes were dark with an unknown emotion, but that devilish grin was still ever present as he swiped away the stray tear.
“My, you really wet yourself? You're dirtier than I thought, zhuzhi-lang. What else can I get you to do on a boring day?” He laughed to himself, pulling his foot away from the dampness below him. The younger man was still reeling from before, lightheaded and on the verge of shedding another tear.
“Huh?” He quietly let out, dazed and trying to recall how he was put in this situation in the first place.