Part of my art trade for @offbrandkreuz who wanted a lil something for their pic of omorashi Reyes during his training interrogation which looks mmmmhhh ❤ *kisses fingers like chef*

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They’re still afraid of their commander, even 18 hours in and with him fixated tightly to the chair. Reynolds nearly got his nose mashed by a suddenly jerking knee, and now Reyes can’t move much at all anymore, thighs and calves bound tightly to the chair, back ramrod straight to accommodate his cuffed arms.

Jesse was star struck and uncommonly shy. He keeps to the back of the bunch, arms awkwardly crossed in front of him and shoulders pulled up as he tries to explain away the heat he feels in his belly the longer the ordeal goes on. 

The room was hot and stinking with hormones and sweat; some of the guys have started ducking out just to gulp in fresh air, but Jesse couldn’t make himself leave other than for quick restroom breaks and sips of water.

They didn’t have the guts to seriously get on Reyes’ case and the wild twinkling in his eyes showed that he knew as well. He was lazy almost, head tilting back, showing them his jugular; eyes heavy lidded. Sensual. 

He was daring them to finally make a move and nobody was daring to step forward.

Jesse stared at the way Reyes’ feet moved, a slow tipping up of the heavy steel capped toes that had taken up in frequency. Something was up and it intrigued Jesse but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

“You’re a bunch of useless idiots,” Reyes sighed, rolling his eyes. Jesse’s mouth was standing open and he didn’t realize. He was staring at the commander’s face, a thin sheen of sweat had sprung up along his hairline. 

His foot started flexing more noticeably and Jesse squeezed at his own biceps nervously because Reyes was bound down and unable to move much, and it did things to him.

.o.

Reyes had started getting more assertive, and while Jesse knew something was up, he would never have thought….

For 18 hours the commander had kept an almost zen-like quiet, only snorting derisively at their attempts to make him ‘talk’, and they’d been almost startled when he suddenly broke it.

He was sweating more noticeably, little pearls of moisture sliding down his throat or getting caught in his mustache. His knee was bouncing as much as possible.

Jesse was clenching his arms so hard around his chest it hurt to breathe. His cock was swollen and he didn’t dare to move even an inch, afraid others would notice.

They weren’t paying attention to him, though. They were circling Reyes like starved hounds, his goading and the length of the assignment getting to them. Maybe they had all thought they’d break it off sooner; that they didn’t have to try and go against their commander for 18 hours.

Their eyes are shining and their teeth are bared. They look feral and Jesse is just skulking around in the back, watching and breathing fast and shallow, and not trying to nut off.

When Reynolds breaks it startles all of them, though not as much as what happens after.

He roars in frustration and kicks at the chair hard enough to make it fall over with the heavy bulk of their commander in it. They’re all quiet, stunned by the sudden outbreak – and the fact that Reyes whimpers, a tight, little sound in the back of his throat, his eyes clenched tight as he-

Jesse watches, throat dry, cock pulsing as the crotch of Reyes’ thick, dark pants starts darkening even more, going wet and clinging to the bulge of his cock before quickly spreading out to the sides.

“Wha…” one of the guys murmurs and Jesse wants to reach down and squeeze his cock. He’s almost panting like a dog watching as the fabric can’t soak up more of the hot urine and it starts to well out from it, forming a quickly spreading puddle on the ground as Reyes lies helplessly, bound in a way that didn’t give him an option of even covering himself as his recruits stand stock still (rock hard…) and watch him piss himself.

Jesse imagines that he can even hear the stream of the piss; imagines the wet fabric clinging well enough to show the outline of his commander’s cock. His eyes flick up towards his face, his brown cheeks dark with a flush, bushy eyebrows drawn together in angry frustration. It’s when he slants his eyes open and looks at them out of the corner of them, teeth bared and a growling “You all failed!” barked at them that Jesse finally jerks to himself and turns around, legs feeling numb as he flees from the room and into the supply closet just across the hall.

He comes before he has gotten a good stroke in, the mental image of his commander lying in his own piss vivid in front of his eyes, thinking again of all the little tells that should’ve tipped him off but hadn’t.

Holy shit.