FIC: Start the Fire (Charlie/Ron, PG-13)
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hpkinkfestTitle: Start The Fire
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starstruck1986
Prompt Number: 202 bytealeaf523
Kink Showcased: Tickling Until Someone Wets Themselves (preferably young male)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Charlie Weasley/Ron Weasley
Summary: <i>He has no idea what he started.</i>
Warnings: Accidental urination, tickling, desired incest (but no actual sexual incest), mentions of bondage, language. Ron is quite young at the start (but again, there is nothing sexual whilst he is underage, so I don't think this counts as chan as there is no intention from either character at this time of anything sexual.)
Word Count: ~939
Author's Notes: I loved this prompt from the off. It wouldn't get any longer or dirtier, which annoyed me, but there we are! Thanks to my beta. Mods, can I have a Pairing: CW/RW tag please? Thanks!
“Charlie, stoppit!”
Ron writhed beneath his much older, stronger brother, gasping for air. It felt like the tickle attack had been going on forever, but it in reality could only have been minutes. His body was crippled by the sensations that Charlie's scrabbling fingers caused.
“Never!” Charlie crowed, setting his hands to tickle just above Ron's hips, where they dug in.
“P-Please!” Ron stuttered, not wanting to say the truth.
He was bursting for a wee, and he had been before Charlie had set about him for no reason. Even his brother's weight was adding to the need to pee, he found, and he was growing more desperate by the second.
“Do you yield?” Charlie grinned, putting his face close to Ron's. “You've gone all pink, see.”
“Have not!” Ron giggled, unable to help the mirth as it tumbled from his lips.
He always felt odd when they tickled him; part of him wanted to cry and the other part wanted to laugh and laugh. Another part simply wanted to wee until he was empty.
“Ronnie, when will you ever learn not to fight?” Charlie whispered teasingly in his ear. His breath was hot and tickled all the more; Ron squirmed and gasped aloud as Charlie's thigh managed to press directly onto his bladder.
“Charlie, gerroff, I need a wee!”
“Never!” Charlie cried again, and stepped up the movements of his fingers, scrabbling them directly over Ron's belly.
It was bare as his t-shirt had long since ridden up and Charlie slid his fingers up under the fabric to tickle his chest. He let out a long squeal as his nipples hardened and Ron tried to fling himself onto his front, to escape the onslaught. It only half worked, leaving him lodged with one hip to the ground and the other pressing into Charlie's crotch. Charlie grabbed him with the strength of a bear and locked him in place as he found fresh skin to torture.
“I really need the loo,” Ron gasped, unable to stop the laughs from pouring from his mouth. “Charlie! Charlie! Stop!”
But Charlie did not stop and Ron, helpless in his older brother's arms, could feel the inevitable approaching. He tried his hardest to get the words out and keep his urine in, but there was no stopping it when Charlie's hand accidentally brushed against his crotch.
“Noooo-ooo,” he half-sobbed, stilling as he shuddered, and he helplessly began to wet himself.
Damp warmth began to soak through his pants and Charlie, stopping at Ron's strangled cry, ceased to tickle him.
“Shit, Ron, I'm sorry.”
But Ron was not listening to him; he found himself slumped there, pissing his own pants, feeling oddly empty but sated at the same time. The release felt good, even. He shivered slightly, revelling in the disgusting feel of his own urine cooling against his skin and in the fibres of his clothes. The more he released, the better it felt, as he began to tingle from the crotch outwards. It tingled all the way into his muscles.
“I won't tell anybody,” Charlie promised in a whisper. “I'm sorry.”
It makes me hard to remember that very first time, when it was a complete accident that my torture should end in me wetting myself. I was only ten. Ten years old. And now I'm thirty and I have been seeking out men, sometimes even paying them, to tie me up, force feed me water whilst bound and then tickle me until I lose control and wet myself, since I was eighteen.
None of them quite feel the same as the first time, though.
None of the men feel as good as Charlie did, that first time. I have never found enough courage to tell him what what born that day, or what I've done since to try and replicate it. He took me to the bathroom, helped me out of my piss-sodden jeans and pants and cleaned them for me with a charm whilst I had a quick shower. He promised me he was sorry and that he'd never tell a soul, cross his heart and hope to die.
He looked so young then. Now he's older, and so am I, but I still wish he would pin me to the ground and tickle me again. I like the humiliation of a complete stranger watching me lose control and the way that knowing they don't know me makes the loss of control even better, but they're not Charlie.
I've long made my peace with how wrong the whole thing is -the enjoyment of wetting myself and the extremes of emotions I go through on the way to release; some men want to come, but I gain pleasure from something else entirely coming out of my cock. There are days when I guzzle water and hold on as long as I possibly can, imagining that he is instructing me to do so, and then when I wet myself, I close my eyes and think of all the things he would do to me for disobeying his order.
He has no idea that his innocent game started a lifelong fetish. He has no idea that I wish he was a part of it. He has no idea that I want him so badly that the want consumes me, and I spend breaks, lunchtimes and quick moments under my desk holding a piss so bad that I go red in the face and people ask me what's wrong.
He has no idea what he started.
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Author:
starstruck1986Prompt Number: 202 by
tealeaf523Kink Showcased: Tickling Until Someone Wets Themselves (preferably young male)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Charlie Weasley/Ron Weasley
Summary: <i>He has no idea what he started.</i>
Warnings: Accidental urination, tickling, desired incest (but no actual sexual incest), mentions of bondage, language. Ron is quite young at the start (but again, there is nothing sexual whilst he is underage, so I don't think this counts as chan as there is no intention from either character at this time of anything sexual.)
Word Count: ~939
Author's Notes: I loved this prompt from the off. It wouldn't get any longer or dirtier, which annoyed me, but there we are! Thanks to my beta. Mods, can I have a Pairing: CW/RW tag please? Thanks!
“Charlie, stoppit!”
Ron writhed beneath his much older, stronger brother, gasping for air. It felt like the tickle attack had been going on forever, but it in reality could only have been minutes. His body was crippled by the sensations that Charlie's scrabbling fingers caused.
“Never!” Charlie crowed, setting his hands to tickle just above Ron's hips, where they dug in.
“P-Please!” Ron stuttered, not wanting to say the truth.
He was bursting for a wee, and he had been before Charlie had set about him for no reason. Even his brother's weight was adding to the need to pee, he found, and he was growing more desperate by the second.
“Do you yield?” Charlie grinned, putting his face close to Ron's. “You've gone all pink, see.”
“Have not!” Ron giggled, unable to help the mirth as it tumbled from his lips.
He always felt odd when they tickled him; part of him wanted to cry and the other part wanted to laugh and laugh. Another part simply wanted to wee until he was empty.
“Ronnie, when will you ever learn not to fight?” Charlie whispered teasingly in his ear. His breath was hot and tickled all the more; Ron squirmed and gasped aloud as Charlie's thigh managed to press directly onto his bladder.
“Charlie, gerroff, I need a wee!”
“Never!” Charlie cried again, and stepped up the movements of his fingers, scrabbling them directly over Ron's belly.
It was bare as his t-shirt had long since ridden up and Charlie slid his fingers up under the fabric to tickle his chest. He let out a long squeal as his nipples hardened and Ron tried to fling himself onto his front, to escape the onslaught. It only half worked, leaving him lodged with one hip to the ground and the other pressing into Charlie's crotch. Charlie grabbed him with the strength of a bear and locked him in place as he found fresh skin to torture.
“I really need the loo,” Ron gasped, unable to stop the laughs from pouring from his mouth. “Charlie! Charlie! Stop!”
But Charlie did not stop and Ron, helpless in his older brother's arms, could feel the inevitable approaching. He tried his hardest to get the words out and keep his urine in, but there was no stopping it when Charlie's hand accidentally brushed against his crotch.
“Noooo-ooo,” he half-sobbed, stilling as he shuddered, and he helplessly began to wet himself.
Damp warmth began to soak through his pants and Charlie, stopping at Ron's strangled cry, ceased to tickle him.
“Shit, Ron, I'm sorry.”
But Ron was not listening to him; he found himself slumped there, pissing his own pants, feeling oddly empty but sated at the same time. The release felt good, even. He shivered slightly, revelling in the disgusting feel of his own urine cooling against his skin and in the fibres of his clothes. The more he released, the better it felt, as he began to tingle from the crotch outwards. It tingled all the way into his muscles.
“I won't tell anybody,” Charlie promised in a whisper. “I'm sorry.”
It makes me hard to remember that very first time, when it was a complete accident that my torture should end in me wetting myself. I was only ten. Ten years old. And now I'm thirty and I have been seeking out men, sometimes even paying them, to tie me up, force feed me water whilst bound and then tickle me until I lose control and wet myself, since I was eighteen.
None of them quite feel the same as the first time, though.
None of the men feel as good as Charlie did, that first time. I have never found enough courage to tell him what what born that day, or what I've done since to try and replicate it. He took me to the bathroom, helped me out of my piss-sodden jeans and pants and cleaned them for me with a charm whilst I had a quick shower. He promised me he was sorry and that he'd never tell a soul, cross his heart and hope to die.
He looked so young then. Now he's older, and so am I, but I still wish he would pin me to the ground and tickle me again. I like the humiliation of a complete stranger watching me lose control and the way that knowing they don't know me makes the loss of control even better, but they're not Charlie.
I've long made my peace with how wrong the whole thing is -the enjoyment of wetting myself and the extremes of emotions I go through on the way to release; some men want to come, but I gain pleasure from something else entirely coming out of my cock. There are days when I guzzle water and hold on as long as I possibly can, imagining that he is instructing me to do so, and then when I wet myself, I close my eyes and think of all the things he would do to me for disobeying his order.
He has no idea that his innocent game started a lifelong fetish. He has no idea that I wish he was a part of it. He has no idea that I want him so badly that the want consumes me, and I spend breaks, lunchtimes and quick moments under my desk holding a piss so bad that I go red in the face and people ask me what's wrong.
He has no idea what he started.
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Date: 2012-02-14 08:26 pm (UTC)Ron now so twisted all because of a innocent game. God, I just love how you captured him here. So perfectly. I'm not a big fan of urination kink, but you made Ron's hot!
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Date: 2012-02-14 09:31 pm (UTC)I wondered if I should write Ron getting his wish, but it seemed better without it.
Glad you enjoyed <3
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Date: 2012-02-16 03:07 pm (UTC)The evolution of a kink is hard to imagine sometimes but you did it brilliantly here.
**applause
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Date: 2012-02-23 01:20 am (UTC)Thanks so much!
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Date: 2012-02-28 11:31 pm (UTC)Absolutely delicious ... thank you very much!
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Date: 2012-02-29 06:58 pm (UTC)Really glad you liked it xx
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