Richard moaned softly, doing his best to keep his voice down as the vibrations reached a familiar crescendo and dropped to nothing again. His cock was fully hard now, droplets beading at the tip and falling, leaving pearly trails on his thighs or dripping to be lost in the straw below. His balls twitched, cock aching as the vibrations started climbing again. He was desperate for some sort of stimulation, rocking his hips in a futile effort to get some sort of stimulation. Every time he felt like he was ready to come, the vibrations dropped off to nothing, leaving him frustrated and wanting. Moving from foot to foot did little to help, though the plug in his passage seemed to twist and turn with the motion. Moving also swished the tickly strands of the tail across his thighs.

Another moan of frustration slipped out, making him curse under his breath as he listened for activity outside. Hank had been sensible enough to lock the barn, which at least muffled some of the noise, but if Allen heard and came to investigate, he'd never live it down. He couldn't even imagine the shame of having Allen see him like this. The colourful tail swishing across his ass and thighs, bent over in a stockade waiting to be used, rigid cock bouncing against his pelvis as he rocked his hips. His cheeks flushed pink at the thought, imagining the months of teasing afterwards. Luckily, he hadn't even heard his car arrive. If he couldn't hear Allen, then it stood to reason that Allen couldn't hear him, either.

The disadvantage of the barn being locked was that the heat had no way of escaping. There wasn't a lick of breeze to be had. It was hot and stuffy, getting worse by the minute. Richard wasn't sure if the temperature was actually rising or if it was the rush of his own blood making it worse, but his skin was soon sweaty, making the shirt cling to his back. Even his injured arm felt clammy in its blue sling. His hair was starting to stick to his forehead, scalp itching uncomfortably. Even his breath felt hotter than usual as he gasped and panted.

Alongside the heat and turbulent pleasure came a new, unpleasant sensation. Hank hadn't told him exactly how long he'd be gone, and Richard had no way of knowing how long it had been, so it was quite alarming when he started to feel a familiar fullness in his bladder. He cursed internally, doing his best to ignore it. There was no way he was going to pee on the floor like a fucking animal! A little voice in the back of his mind wondered if perhaps that's why the straw had been strewn across the floor in the first place. Whether that was the intention or not, Richard was not going to do it.

He backed up as far as he could, taking as much pressure off his pelvis as possible. Maybe if he didn't press it, he'd be able to hold out for Hank. What if I can't hold out? Humiliation made his insides squirm. What would Hank say if he returned to find him standing in a puddle of his own piss, legs and socks stained and sticky? He absolutely would not consider it! Holding back with fresh determination, he whined in the back of his throat. Surely it had been long enough by now. Surely Hank was on his way back at this very moment.

The pinch in his bladder slowly increased to a dull ache, fuelled in part by the vibrations in his ass. Every time his balls and cock twitched, he had to clench and hold against the need to come. If he came, his cock would soften, and the moment his cock softened, he knew he'd burst. Unfortunately, clenching meant his ass gripped the vibrating plug even tighter, making the feeling worse. He whined softly. The sound was far closer to a sob than he'd like to admit. Fuck, where is he? It felt like a fucking age by the time he heard the barn door swing open. How he'd held on this long, he didn't know, but the need to pee was almost overpowering at this point. He was so close he wasn't sure he could hold off long enough to climb down and get across the yard.

"H-en-o-off! Off-off-off!" Richard didn't even give Hank time to get all the way up the ladder before he was part croaking, part sobbing for him to help. The sound of him climbing the ladder was like music to his ears. Tears pricked his eyes, another desperate whine slipping out as he heard Hank stand up and hurry over. "O-off! Get it off!"

"Christ, hold on Richie. You alright? What happened?" Thinking he'd somehow hurt himself, the vibrations stopped immediately and Hank rushed into the stall to unlock the stockade. Richard whimpered as the wooden restraint was finally lifted, but was almost too scared to stand upright. The ache in his bladder was the worst it had ever been. Holding back almost hurt at this point. He was desperate to go.

"I-I need the bathroom." It came out in such a feeble voice, and so childlike that Hank actually stalled. Richard couldn't bring himself to look at him. He felt small and ashamed for needing to say it at all.

"Shit, I'm sorry. I should have thought of that...Not that it would be a big deal with the straw, but-"

"I'm not a fucking animal!" Richard griped, swiping his eyes and looking around for his jeans. Hank winced a little at that. He could see Richard was embarrassed and extremely stressed. So stressed that he didn't notice his jeans a few feet across the loft. Hank hurried over instead, being a little more sensitive as he returned to help him dress.

"I know you're not."

"Fuck, I-I don't know if I can make it back to the house!" He felt like he was about to burst in more ways than one as the plug moved in his ass and his jeans were pulled over his stomach. He didn't dare let Hank button them because of the added pressure that would cause, so he settled for the zipper and hoped for the best.

"I can bring you a bucket if you-" Hank fell silent as a fist struck his upper arm, feeling sympathetic as he noticed the unshed tears in Richard's glistening eyes. "Alright, come on then, honey. I'll help you down to the house." Richard tightened his jaw and nodded almost resentfully. If he hadn't left him locked in that thing for god knows how long, it wouldn't be a problem. He felt like a fucking child as he tried to get his footing with only one hand. Hank had climbed down behind him again, guiding him down the rungs the way he had before.

Once they hit the ground, he didn't even wait. Richard tore through the barn and across the yard, ignoring Hank's yells to be careful. His front door was unlocked, and he threw it open so hard it bounced against the panelled wall as he ran down the hall. There was no time to climb the stairs to get to his own bathroom, so he ducked into the toilet under the stairs, barely remembering to lock the door before lifting the spotless toilet seat. Taking his cock out, he whined at how tender it felt. Still hard, it was impossible for him to release his bladder. Fuck! It was painful, being so desperate to pee but unable to do so.

There was only one thing he could think to do, besides trying to force it out. He trembled as his jeans fell to his knees, releasing the bouncy tail from its denim prison to swish across his thighs. Gripping his cock, he leaned a hand on the cistern and pumped. He'd been on edge for hours. It shouldn't take too long to finish. Fuck, he couldn't believe he was doing this. He was bent over in the downstairs toilet, gripping his cock with that fucking tail in his ass! A small sob slipped out as his bladder pinched, reminding him how badly he needed to go.

"Richie? Are you alright?" Shit, Hank had arrived. Thuds sounded overheard as he headed up to the bedroom, probably thinking he'd gone up there. Richard moaned softly, gritting his teeth and glaring at his cock. It was his fault he was in this mess! "Richie? Where are you?" He sounded alarmed as he returned to the hall above his head, having realised he wasn't in the upstairs bathroom. Pushing himself up a little, Richard reached back to tug and tease the tail, imagining it was Hank doing the pulling.

"F-fuck!" Steps sounded in the hall outside, and there was a knock on the door.

"Richie? Are you in there?" Richard felt his cheeks flush. What the fuck was he going to say? That he was having problems with his bladder?

"U-uhn-I-I'm fine!" Fuck, his voice sounded good. "I-I'll be out soon."

"Alright, I'll start lunch." Richard barely managed a hum in response and he was coming, choking on a moan, but unable to stop it from slipping out. Luckily, Hank was sensitive enough not to tease him about it. Richard milked himself with a low moan, cursing under his breath as he watched himself spill into the toilet. He'd never been so happy to get rid of an erection. Relief swept through him as his cock started to soften and he could finally pee. It wasn't as easy as usual. The orgasm was making his insides twitch and shudder, which meant a lot of stopping and starting, and pushing on his part, but his bladder finally felt empty.

He didn't go to the kitchen straight away. Instead, he went up to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable and rinse off the filth of the barn. His skin was still sweaty and sticky from the heat, and his garters were starting to chafe. Doing the best he could with one hand, he pulled off the straps, slipped out of his shirt, and hosed himself down with the shower head. It would be better with help, but he was in no mood to call Hank. Now that he'd managed to get back and clean up, he was fucking furious.

What was he thinking, leaving him like that? It was lunchtime, which meant he'd been trapped up there for at least four hours! Anything could have happened! Someone could have stopped by! Allen could have gone into the barn for something and heard him! He might have peed on the floor like a fucking animal! How could he just leave him like that for four hours without checking in? He didn't have his phone this time, so it wasn't like he could call! He also wasn't free enough to climb down and relieve himself the way he had when he was chained to the bed.

Hank could tell he'd worked himself into a temper by the time he got downstairs. He'd managed, with great difficulty, to squirm his way into fresh boxers and pyjama pants. The pyjama shirt had also been pulled on, though he'd given up on buttoning it. His sling was damp and uncomfortable, so he'd taken it off and made do with holding his arm in place. Hank had managed to whip up some pancakes while he was gone, going for the flat crepe-like version with sugar and lemon. Richard seemed to like them, so he was hoping to cheer him up with that.

"How are you feeling?" The glower Richard sent him told him all he needed to know. There was clearly no lingering pain, at least nothing debilitating. It seemed it was his pride that had been hurt the most. Hank softened as he set down a tall glass of cold water and pushed a hot plate of pancakes across to him, setting out the lemon and sugar on the side. Richard's lips thinned as he looked at the steaming food. He knew Hank was trying to soften him up. He'd even taken down the blue ivy cup he liked best to serve his tea. "I really am sorry."

He thought Richard might soften for a moment. His dark eyes glanced at him, only thinning slightly as he thinned his lips. His good hand subtly pulled his shirt together, though he didn't try to button it. It would be a futile effort with only one hand, and it was hot anyway. Hank held back from helping for now. Until he had some sign that he was forgiven or Richard was open to contact, he was likely to be swatted away. It seemed Richard had finally settled on a question as he picked up his fork.

"Where the fuck were you?" He tried not to be swayed as Hank poured out the tea just the way he liked it and handed the cup across, leaving the teapot within reach as he circled to take the seat beside him.

"I was doing my rounds." That much was obvious. "I didn't forget about you, but...I should have planned it better." From the way Richard huffed, he could tell he was still mortified. Hank paused a moment to see if Richard would say something. It was hard to know what to say without knowing what was on his mind.

"What did you think would happen after leaving me locked up like that?" Hank winced a little. He had a point. "I nearly fucking wet myself!" Hank was more worried about the heat in the barn and how he was probably dehydrated. With that in mind, he pushed across the tall glass of water he'd set out earlier. It was understandable that Richard was more bothered by the bathroom situation. That was the most embarrassing element. But I didn't do it on purpose! Gingerly laying a hand on his knee, Hank squeezed softly.

"I know, and I didn't mean for it to happen." What exactly did you mean to happen? "If you had, it wouldn't have been the end of the world." He knew it was the wrong thing to say the moment Richard's head whipped round. "I don't mean it doesn't matter! I just mean that if it had happened, only you and I would know about it, and you know I'd never tell anyone!" Did he know that? This thing they'd started hadn't been going on for that long. Did he really know Hank well enough to say he wasn't laughing it up with other people behind his back? He shook his head with a sigh. It was incredibly unlikely, considering the lack of people in the area and the fact they'd been spending a great deal of time together. When would Hank have had the time to sneak off to the village to talk about him? And why would he? Who would even be interested in such affairs?

"Is that why you put the straw down? So I could pee on it like an animal?"

"Wha-No! I just put it down to cover the floorboards, you know, keep the barnlike feel of the place." Richard hummed, clearly unconvinced. Honestly, Richard needing the bathroom hadn't even crossed his mind, but he knew it should have. They were only human, after all. It was natural that after a couple of hours Richard would need to go, and he'd left him maybe twice that long. "I promise! It didn't even cross my mind that you'd...And you didn't, but if you had, it wouldn't be a problem. I would have cleaned you up, and no one else would ever know. This is all just between us; I'd never tell anyone else." Still unconvinced, Richard let out a low hum, quietly convinced there was at least one person he'd tell. "Cross my heart." Seeing Richard's lips twitch, Hank was pretty sure he had him and chanced sliding his hand a little further up his thigh to rub and tease circles there.

"Are you sure you wouldn't laugh about it?" So that's what's bothering him...

"No, of course not! It's not funny at all! I'd never make you do something like that on purpose, not without even talking about it first!" Richard wasn't sure that was entirely true. He hadn't exactly given permission for him to take him up there and trap him in the first place. But I didn't say no either..."I said we'd start small, remember? I was just going to leave you in the stall for a while and see how you liked the tail." Richard grumbled quietly, his memory of the tail being somewhat soured by this latest experience. His skin prickled as Hank leaned in and brushed his whiskers across his cheek, blue eyes filled with heat. "You have no idea how hard it was not to fuck you the moment I climbed the ladder, seeing you squirming there all slick with sweat." They had rather different memories of how he'd looked. Hank made it sound appealing. To Richard, he recalled being a sweaty mess, desperate for release in more ways than one, holding on for all he was worth and almost crying for Hank to hurry over to unlock him.

"Don't even think about it!" Richard knew what he was doing, and it wasn't happening! No way was he climbing up there and letting him lock him back in that infernal contraption for God knows how long! He'd had quite enough of that sort of experimentation. It didn't matter how high Hank's hand was creeping up his thigh, nor that his teeth were currently nursing his lobe, rough whiskers scratching his neck. It is not happening! The tail had been removed, and it wasn't going anywhere near his ass again! He had half a mind to throw it in the trash after the indignity he'd suffered!

"Try and stop me." Richard balked at the twinkle in his eye as he drew back, skin colouring under the scrutiny. Asshole!