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October 31st fell on a Friday this year. Which meant only one thing – Steve was exhausted. Friday's were always the busiest days with classes because it was the day assignments were often due. And this Friday in particular had a whopping and quite frankly disgusting FOUR assignments due. One for each damn class. So Steve had been cramming all week and was absolutely wrecked. And NOT in the way he usually likes.
After a whole week of near all night-ers and a concerning amount of caffeine ingestion, Steve was ready to crash. Ready to collapse into bed and groan himself to sleep from all the stress and brain aches. But it was Halloween, and he'd promised Eddie, Robin and Nancy he'd go out with them to some kind of a kink club. Don't ask him why Nancy wanted to go, he had no idea. He knew (from experience) that she was about as vanilla as a Graham cracker.
Robin he could kind of understand. Since he'd come out to her a few months ago about he and Eddie's... unique relationship, she'd felt comfortable to be more open about her own somewhat timid exploration into the BDSM community.
The place they were going to was called HELLHOLE, and he'd never been. But Eddie had. A lot. In fact, he used to work there as a professional Dom. He'd since stopped after starting up with Steve though, of course.
Eddie had explained it as mainly just your average nightclub. A DJ, a bar, cocktail booths, a huge sunken dance floor, that sort of thing. But the clientele, and the attire of the clientele, was what set it apart from any other club. People showed up in get-ups of leather and latex, wearing pup hoods or gimp suits or harnesses. Subs were leashed and pulled along behind their Doms like pets, and the Doms brandished whips and paddles to keep them in line – often for the viewing benefit of other patrons. Steve wouldn't be participating in that though, they were just going to watch this time.
But what really interested Steve about HELLHOLE was the backrooms. The rentable spaces for scenes and sessions. And the noticeboard with ads for people wanting a partner for a specific kink. That was how Eddie said he got his work.
Some of the rooms were even themed, like a hospital room for medical play, or dungeons or classrooms or offices. Basically like porn sets. And Steve could admit, that intrigued him. Especially the classroom setting. He'd often found himself imagining being bent over a desk and caned by Eddie and begging him to stop, begging for forgiveness.
Forgiveness for what? Steve had an idea... but he hadn't been brave enough to bring it to Eddie yet. Even though they'd been experimenting with diapers lately, and even though Steve was perfectly comfortable wetting them around or even on Eddie, he still wasn't sure how he'd react if Steve said he wanted to wet without the diapers. Like... in his pants. And then be either comforted and consoled for it, or punished and beaten. Both were equally arousing to him, and ever since he'd had that real accident in the quad that day, he'd been curious. He'd enjoyed the feeling, the sensation of wetting himself, of letting go and flooding his jeans. But whenever Steve got Little since, Eddie had made sure to keep him diapered. Both in public (discreetly under loose pants of course) and in their dorm room, because Eddie had felt so bad and was so distraught at seeing Steve so upset he never wanted it to happen again. But Steve hadn't been brave enough to tell Eddie he wanted to have an accident again.
He'd gotten close one day, when they were doing an Ageplay scene where Steve was playing an age a little too old for diapers, and he'd said he needed to use the toilet. Eddie had paused the scene right away and taken him to the bathrooms. Which... disappointed Steve. He'd wished Eddie had told him no, had told him to hold it.
God, that would have made him feel so small. Steve liked feeling small. And that Friday evening, it was all he wanted. He didn't want to go out, didn't want to socialise or stay up late or get drunk. He just wanted to stay in with his Daddy and feel like his little baby again.
But he'd promised Robin...
Steve groaned into his pillow, wishing he could stay there all night. But a moment later, a miracle happened in the form of Eddie barging into the room and announcing, “Bad news, sweetheart, Buckley went and got the flu. And Nancy, just as I so humbly predicted, chickened the fuck out.”
Steve lifted his head off the pillow and squinted at his boyfriend, who'd flopped onto his side of the two beds they'd pushed together. “So... they're not going?” he asked.
“Nope. Nancy caught me on my way back from the lunch shift--” Eddie had taken a job at the campus diner “--and told me she was wimping out, and when I went to tell Robin, I found her in her dorm with her head in a bucket. So it looks like it'll just be us, princess. Which is probably for the best, because god DAMN I've been so fucking horny today. And you in your sexy little cowboy costume is gonna DO things to me, and I don't know if I'll have the self restraint to stay off you all night to watch out for those two and--”
“Eddie I don't wanna go,” Steve found himself blurting out.
Eddie closed his mouth and sat up. Steve followed.
“But... you were so excited to finally see it. I was gonna show you the classrooms.”
“No, I mean, I still wanna go, just not tonight. I'm really tired and just not in the mood for people or crowds.”
Eddie looked upset, but he nodded morosely. “Oh, okay. That's alright, baby. Do you wanna regress for a while? I can put on Sesame Street.”
“No, I... I'm not really in the mood for that either. But I um... I thought maybe we could do a scene?” That seemed to perk Eddie up, so Steve continued. “I saw a stall outside the east wing selling pumpkins, maybe would get a couple and carve them? Then we could get Chinese and watch a movie, and I could still wear my costume for you.”
Eddie was nodding along approvingly, then he shot Steve a smirk. “Baby, that's just a date night in, not a scene.”
“Well you know I'm shit at planning scenes,” Steve grumbled, though he couldn't help but immediately think of that one thing he wanted to try.
His distracted thoughts must have been obvious on his expression, because Eddie then asked, “What are you thinking? I can tell you're chewing over something.” He was getting so much better at being able to tell when Steve wanted something, but needed an extra push to ask for it. Asking for this though? That's a whole different ballpark than asking for Eddie to pull his hair or hold his wrists or something.
“Its um... well I was...” he tried to just rush it out, but he caved. “Never mind. It's nothing.”
“Steve,” Eddie said firmly, giving him that stern look that always had a shiver running down Steve's spine, for better or worse. “How many times do I have to tell you not to hide things from me? If you want something, you should never feel afraid or embarrassed to ask. Or do I need to get the silicone paddle to remind you?”
Steve sucked in a breath. The silicone paddle was what Eddie called a 'real punishment'. Something Steve wasn't meant to enjoy. And even though he'd only had it twice, Steve shivered at the memory. Something about the silicone material just hurt. And not in the good way like when Eddie used a belt or a crop.
“No Daddy,” Steve mumbled, head lowered. Just the threat of the silicone paddle was enough to shape him into line.
“Then I'll ask again,” Eddie said, taking Steve's chin between his fingers and forcing him to look up. “What are you thinking?”
Steve breathed deeply, then rushed out, “I wanna pee myself on purpose.”
Eddie blinked.
Steve swallowed and hastily continued, “Like... I wanna pretend to have an accident. I want to ask to go, and I want you to say no. And then I wanna hold it for a bit, until I get kinda desperate, and then I want to...” he took a deep breath, and finished confidently, “...purposefully wet myself. My costume, to be specific.”
Eddie just blinked. And blinked again. Steve was about to backtrack and start trying to think up some damage control, when Eddie suddenly said, “Fuck, that's hot.”
“Really?” Steve breathed.
“Yeah I um... that's kind of my main kink. Desperation I mean. I think it had a proper name, something Japanese, but I can't remember.” Eddie laughed. “I never told you because of how badly you reacted when you had that accident in the quad, so I thought you'd be firmly against it.”
“Shit, really? So, you're cool with it?”
“Cool with it? I'm fucking pumped! Let's get this scene started, baby!”
~~Eddie~~
Eddie was fucking ecstatic. He'd dreamed about seeing Steve piss himself, but after he'd been so upset that day, Eddie always assumed it'd be a hard limit for him. He never wanted to make Steve feel that away on purpose, so he'd been extra vigilant about Steve's bladder whenever he was Little again, making sure to always have him diapered if and when he got deep enough into the head-space.
There'd been multiple instances where Steve had genuinely wet his diaper when Little, and that just made Eddie all the more determined to keep on top of it. He would have hated for Steve to have a real accident (in public again, or even in private) and for him to feel ashamed and upset about it.
Eddie may be a sadist and a Dom, but knowing someone is really truly distressed or in pain is an instant turn off. He likes to hurt his boys, but only if he knows they like it too. Or sometimes on the rare occasion where a boundary or an important rule is broken, and he needs to give them a real punishment. And even then, he makes sure his Sub is fully consenting to receiving that punishment, even if they don't like it. And he always reminds them they can safeword if the punishment gets too much.
Anyway, Eddie was practically bouncing with each step as he and Steve made their way over to that pumpkin stall near the east wing. They picked out one each (because there wasn't much left so late in the day) and on the way back, Eddie carried both, simply stating that Steve was too small to carry his own. He knew the words made Steve start to feel what he called 'the fuzzy head-space', when he shivered and blushed and replied with a soft, “Thank you, Daddy,” in a hushed whisper so no one else could hear.
When they got back to their room, Eddie told Steve to change into his Halloween costume, which – fuck – was even hotter than Eddie remembered in the store when they bought it. Faux leather chaps with tassels at the bottoms, which Steve wore over light blue jeans, a cow-print waistcoat, which he wore on top of a baby blue button up shirt, a red bandanna around his neck, and a wide brimmed cowboy hat that was actually pretty good quality for a costume.
“Oh! So handsome, sweetheart,” Eddie crooned when Steve gave him a spin. “But you can't be fighting outlaws without your badge and pistol, can you big boy?” Steve blushed hard, but smiled wide when Eddie produced a silver sheriff's star and an orange tipped western looking pistol. The pistol Eddie tucked into the holster sewn into the chaps, and the badge he dutifully secured to the cow-print waistcoat. “There, now you're a real junior sheriff, kiddo.”
Eddie couldn't help but smirk when he saw the word 'junior' hit its mark. Steve always wanted Eddie to make him feel small when they did Ageplay. And yes, Eddie could do that with degradation or condescending insults, but he found doing it like that – subtle reminders that Steve is just a kid, just a child (a Sub) at the whims and mercy of the adults (the Doms) around him – is far more effective.
Reminders that nothing Steve does will be taken seriously, just laughed off and called cute. That Eddie is bigger than him, better than him, and thinks him not worthy or capable of making his own decisions or choices. That he needs Eddie's guidance to function, because he's just a dumb little kid who can't survive on his own. And that, that dynamic, that power, is what Eddie found so damn hot. But moreover, the fact that he knows Steve wants to feel powerless and insignificant. He wants Eddie take control both because it makes him feel ashamed and small, and at the same time safe and secure.
So Eddie gave Steve's hair a little tussle, and told him to sit on the floor by the newspaper they'd laid out for pumpkin carving, and wait patiently for Eddie to return from the dorm common room kitchen. He didn't tell Steve why he was going to the kitchen, Steve didn't need to know. And when Eddie got back with two glasses of lime green soda capped with foam from the ice cream scoops he'd dumped in, Steve was sitting like a good boy on the carpet, just where Eddie left him.
“I made us a special Halloween treat, Stevie,” he said, handing Steve one of the glasses. Steve grinned wide, which made Eddie's heart squeeze. Even when they were just playing and not actually Little, he could be so damn adorable.
“What is it, Daddy?”
“Spoooky green soda float,” Eddie said with a flourish. “Just don't tell Brock I stole some of his ice cream for it.” Eddie – for the most part – is no fridge thief. He'll buy Brock a whole new pint tomorrow.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You're welcome, sweetheart. Now, be a good boy and drink up before it goes flat.”
Steve blushed and gave Eddie a knowing smile before taking a big mouthful.
~
Steve had emptied his soda float before they'd even finished gutting their pumpkins, so Eddie told him to wait (and NOT touch any of the carving knives) while he went to get him another. This time, just the soda, no float, because Eddie knew too much ice cream would upset Steve's stomach, and now really isn't the best time for that.
When they moved onto drawing a face to carve, Eddie told Steve exactly what to draw. If Steve had been Little, Eddie would have let him design it himself, but Steve didn't want to be Little, he wanted to be Small, so Eddie took control. He chose which kind of Jack-o-Lantern face it would be (a classic with triangle eyes and a crooked mouth) and watched carefully as Steve drew it on with marker.
When Steve sat back at looked at him for approval, Eddie tussled his hair and said, “Good enough. For a kid, at least.” Obviously insinuating it was bad. It wasn't. Steve was – surprisingly considering his high school persona – a damn good artist, and they both knew it. But then again, Steve could probably shit on a canvas and Eddie would still like it, because he'd made it.
Eddie then made Steve wait until he'd drawn his own pumpkin face, which was not nearly as good, but Eddie still sat back and said, “See, sweetheart, that's how you do it. So you know for next time.”
Steve went red and looked away. Eddie just smirked, knowing he'd succeeded in making the boy feel ashamed. Even though they both knew Steve's was way better.
“Now, time for carving,” Eddie clapped his hands together and reached for a small carving knife. “Watch carefully and Daddy'll show you how it's done.”
Eddie then proceeded to very gracelessly carve the wonky uneven mouth, nearly slicing himself multiple times. But for fuck's sake, he hadn't carved a damn pumpkin since he was like... twelve! Steve just sat beside him, patiently and dutifully watching, even if once or twice he did snort with suppressed laughter, which Eddie quickly shut down with one of his Dom glares.
Once the stupid Jack-o-Lantern was finished, Eddie, a little out of breath, turned to Steve and said, “Go on, baby, your turn.”
Steve, instead of reaching for the knife, blushed and fidgeted his hands in his lap.
“What is it, princess?” Eddie asked, even though he knew damn well what the matter was.
“I um...” Steve looked up at him shyly. “I have to go potty.”
Eddie pressed his lips into a thin line to suppress his devilish grin. He let a mask of frustration slip on and clicked his tongue, “Can you be a big boy and wait? I wanna get this carving done so we can order dinner.”
Steve went ever redder, eyes turning away like a disciplined puppy. “...Okay,” he mumbled, squirming a little and chewing on his lip.
Eddie felt a sudden rush of heat travel down his body. He loved seeing Steve squirm. Loved seeing that furrow in his brow as the need to pee became overwhelming. Usually, this was the point Steve would flood his diaper. But not tonight. Tonight, he had a thick cushion of towels on top of the plastic sheet off their bed under his butt. Eddie really hoped it would be enough to absorb a full bladder release.
Imagine having to explain to their R.A why their carpet was soaked with piss? The guy already has the shits for them since he discovered they'd pushed their beds together – and refused to move them back.
But when Steve let out a soft little whine of discomfort, Eddie found himself not giving the slightest fuck if they got piss on the carpet, he just desperately wanted to see Steve loose control. And that was exactly what was happening. Steve's carving got messier, his hands getting tenser and shakier, his face more and more scrunched up as he tried to concentrate.
Halfway through the first eye, Steve suddenly dropped the knife, his hand shooting to his crotch with a louder whimper.
“Keep carving, Stevie,” Eddie said firmly.
“But I–”
“What did I tell you about buts, Steven?” he said much more harshly.
Steve moaned and sucked on his bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut as a wave of desperation went over him. “Butts are for Daddy's cock to fuck, not for backtalk,” he recited.
“Good. Now keep carving.”
A tear appeared in Steve's eye, dripping down his cheek as he continued slicing through the pumpkin.
“Colour?” Eddie immediately asked.
Without hesitation Steve said, “Green, Daddy.”
“Good boy for expressing that, baby,” Eddie praised, and gave Steve an affirming pat on the knee. The boy practically preened. “Now keep carving. And take your time, I don't want you to hurt yourself.”
Steve frowned and moved into a kneeling position with his thighs pressed together tight, but continued carving, much slower this time. And by the time he was done with the first eye, he was full on writhing, and Eddie was so hard he could probably wield his cock like a hammer. And GOD he wanted Steve to be his slutty little nail.
Yeah, he's gonna pound that fuckin nail so hard. His throat or his ass, Eddie couldn't decide, but the longer Steve held on, the closer Eddie got to tackling him. But thankfully – finally – Steve reached his limit. He dropped the knife and shoved both hands between his legs. Then he sniffled and cried, “Daddy please, I have to go.”
“Go where?” Eddie replied dumbly.
“Potty!” Steve whined, tears streaming down his face. “Please, I can't hold it!”
Eddie stood and yanked Steve to his feet too. “You really can't hold it?” he said with fake anger, standing back and folding his arms to narrow his eyes at Steve. “You're really such a baby you can't hold it for another two minutes?”
Steve shook his head forcefully, full on crying now. “I can't... I'm... I'm...” His legs were shaking, his cheeks bright red, eyes full of tears and nose wet with snot. His socked feet twitched inward, and when he reached up to cover his face, Eddie saw the most goddamn beautiful thing he'd ever seen. A dark spot rapidly forming on the front of Steve Harrington's blue jeans as he wet himself.
Eddie's breath hitched, stolen from his lungs, his cock leapt in his pants and a choked sound of awe escaped him as he watched that wet patch grow and spread past the edges of his chaps. The piss streamed right over the shiny faux leather like a river, and pooled at Steve's grey socks.
Eddie nearly collapsed to his knees it was so fucking hot. And the way Steve was softly sobbing too? It was perfect. He was perfect.
Steve's stream went on for what seemed like minutes, but at the same time Eddie wished it had lasted longer. Once he was done, the towels saturated beneath his wet socks, Steve removed his hands from his face. His lashes were clumped together with tears, his eyes puffy and red and his bottom lip trembling.
Eddie waited with baited breath to see what he'd do. When they'd discussed the scene earlier, Steve hadn't been sure if he'd want Eddie to punish or comfort him, so they'd come up with a signal for Steve to give depending on what he felt like. And because it was his first time doing this sort of thing, and it may leave him with some mixed or complicated feelings, Eddie would allow him to choose.
So, if Steve wanted to be punished, he'd kneel in his mess and wait for Eddie to continue. If he wanted comfort, he'd hold his arms out, and Eddie would placate him like a child who'd had an accident.
Steve stood frozen for long moments, and just as Eddie was about to ask for his colour, Steve stretched his shaking arms out. Eddie immediately stepped forward and took his boy in his arms, whispering soft affirmations and consoling words. “Shh, sweetheart, it's okay.”
“M... m'sorry Daddy,” Steve cried, burying his face in Eddie's neck. Eddie nearly choked on the air in his lungs when – with them now pressed so close – he could clearly feel Steve's hard cock behind his piss soaked jeans.
“It's alright baby, you couldn't help it, could you?” Eddie soothed, and the subtle degradation in the comment made Steve's breath hitch and his hands bunch in Eddie's shirt.
Steve shook his head, “No Daddy, I couldn't hold it, I'm sorry.”
Eddie just rubbed his back and hummed in comfort. “Daddy's not mad, princess. Now how bout' we go back to diapers for a while, hmm?”
Steve nodded solemnly, eyes now clear of tears. They were instead filled with arousal. He leaned back, still in Eddie's arms, and said, “Daddy... I liked it.”
Eddie groaned. Knowing Steve liked it just made this even hotter. “Yeah baby? Did it feel good?”
Steve nodded persistently.
Eddie pulled him even closer and rolled his hips so their cocks pressed together. “How bout' that sweetheart, does that feel nice?”
Steve nodded. Fervently.
So Eddie shoved a hand between them and grasped the outline of Steve's pulsing dick through his soaked jeans, the piss on them now starting to get a little cold. “You want Daddy to touch you, princess?”
Steve let out a little moan and nodded, his cock bucking in Eddie's palm.
Eddie ran his tongue up the stretch of skin behind Steve's ear before giving the lobe a quick sharp suck. “You want Daddy to put his mouth on you?”
“Yes! Yes, Daddy, please!”
Eddie chuckled at the enthusiasm. Steve always loved getting head from his Daddy, which he rarely did during scenes. “Let me get you out of these soggy pants now, baby.”
Eddie reached down to unbuckle Steve's chaps, which he slid over his saturated jeans and dumped in the empty laundry basket they'd set out earlier. Next went the jeans, which Eddie unbuttoned slowly and teasingly. He chucked them in the basket too, they landed with a wet thunk. Then went Steve's socks, which left him in his cute little briefs. They were Superman themed, and god they looked so fucking hot stained with pee and holding back a straining cock.
As soon as Eddie pulled them down, that cock sprung free, nearly hitting Eddie in the chin. He inhaled the musky, unique scent of urine, his own dick throbbed painfully in his pants. But he'd deal with that later, for now, he wanted the taste of Steve's wet little accident on his tongue, mingling with the saltiness of his pre-cum. He wanted to breathe in the strong smell clinging to his pubes and lap up the dampness on his thighs and balls.
So he did. All the while Steve moaned and whimpered a concerto of different sounds, each of them more desperate and needy than the last. When Eddie started bobbing his head slowly, Steve remembered to be a good boy and keep his hands behind his back, which Eddie held in place by the wrists. Eddie couldn't resist plunging his free hand down his pants to stroke himself in tandem with his sucking, he knew it wouldn't take long. Just seeing Steve wet himself had nearly been enough to finish him on the spot.
So with only a few pumps of his fist, Eddie's hips were snapping up, a low groan travelling up his throat around Steve's cock. When Steve noticed his Daddy was cumming, his wrists jolted in Eddie's grip and a high pitched shout escaped him as his own orgasm hit him.
Once Steve was finished spilling down Eddie's throat, and Eddie was finished spilling into his own pants, he stood up, breathing heavily but with a huge smile on his face. Steve had one to match.
“So how was that baby?” Eddie asked.
Steve just wrapped his arms around Eddie's neck and whispered, “Perfect.”
~
Later that night as they sat under the glaring fluorescent lights of the laundromat, eating Chinese while they waited for the dryer to finish, Eddie realised that even though it hadn't gone to plan, this might just be his favourite Halloween of all time.
He couldn't wait for the next time Steve had an 'accident'.