Page 15 of Disciplined: His Forbidden Crush

Then Rafael reached for the fly of Summer’s jeans.

“Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Summer demanded, his face flushing red.

“Since you can’t use your hands, it looks like I’ll have to help you,” Rafael replied calmly, unfazed by Summer’s outburst. The shock hit Summer like a slap, making him momentarily speechless.

“Are you serious?” Summer managed to choke out, his breathing heavy and uneven. The humiliation of having someone else handle such a private act was almost too much to bear.

“Dead serious,” Rafael answered, his fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper before pushing down Summer’s underwear. “Now, let’s get this over with.”

Summer felt utterly exposed, his body trembling as the cool air touched his skin. He tried to mentally prepare himself for what was about to happen, but the knowledge that Rafael would be watching him, controlling him, made it nearly impossible to focus on anything else.

“Please, Rafael, don’t,” Summer pleaded, his humiliation peaking.

“Stay still,” Rafael ordered, his voice firm but not unkind. He guided Summer to face the toilet, and then reached into Summer’s underwear to take out his cock. Summer gasped in shock, realizing that Rafael really was going to hold him while he pissed, a level of intimacy that he had never expected to experience with anyone, let alone Rafael.

“I can’t do this,” Summer whispered, his voice trembling. His heart beat fast in his chest, the heat of Rafael’s body pressed against his back impossible to ignore.

“Be grateful I washed the chili off my hands,” Rafael replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. As his hand wrapped around Summer’s cock, Summer felt a rush of arousal course through him, despite the humiliating situation. The intimacy of Rafael’s touch, the warmth of his skin, it all swirled into confusion inside him.

“Come on, just relax,” Rafael murmured, his breath hot against Summer’s ear. He held Summer’s cock steady, aiming it toward the toilet bowl, their bodies so close together that Summer could feel every shift and flex of Rafael’s muscles.

Summer struggled to come to terms with the situation, torn between his desire for Rafael and his own sense of shame and embarrassment. He knew that he should be furious, should be fighting back against this humiliation, but the truth was that he was trapped in this moment, unable to fight.

“Let go, bichito. It’s okay,” Rafael reassured him, his voice low and soothing despite the situation.

“Fuck,” Summer whispered, hot with humiliation and arousal as he looked down at Rafael’s hand on his cock. It was a sight that should have been mortifying beyond belief, but the heat of Rafael’s fingers against his sensitive flesh made him shudder. He needed to piss so badly, but the idea of doing it now, with Rafael’s hand there, was simply too much.

Summer’s face scrunched up as he tried not to let his emotions overwhelm him. He wanted to cry, but knew that if he did, Rafael would never respect him again. So he held back, fighting the urge to break down in front of the man he had always admired the most.

“Relax,” Rafael murmured, breathing on Summer’s neck and causing a shudder to run through him.

The words were gentle, soothing even. His body responded, making his struggle to hold his bladder even more difficult.

“Please,” Summer whimpered, his voice ragged with need and desperation. “I can’t...”

“Shh. You can do this.”

“Please, Rafael, don’t make me do it,” Summer begged, his voice trembling. He fought to maintain some semblance of control over his body. He couldn’t bear the thought of Rafael seeing him like this.

“Be a good boy and do as you’re told,” Rafael murmured into his ear. The grip of Rafael’s hand on Summer’s cock shifted ever so slightly, and the unexpected contact made him gasp.

Summer knew that he couldn’t hold out much longer; the pressure in his bladder was reaching its breaking point. He gritted his teeth, desperately trying to stall the inevitable. He wanted to defy Rafael, to prove that he wasn’t at the older man’s mercy, but his body had other ideas.

“Rafael, I...I can’t...” he whispered, choked with humiliation.

And then, finally, Summer could hold back no longer. His body released by itself, and he felt hot liquid pour out of him into the toilet. Once he’d started he couldn’t stop, and he felt a profound sense of both relief and shame as Rafael guided his cock with a steady hand. The sensation of release was intense, washing over him like a wave, but the humiliation that accompanied it was almost too much to bear.

The sound of his own heartbeat thundered in his ears. He could feel every inch of Rafael pressed up against him, only too aware of his proximity.

Summer had never felt so degraded, so utterly chastened by another person before. But there was something about the way Rafael held him, had taken control of him, that touched something deep inside him, something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“Good boy,” Rafael murmured, close behind him. Caught off guard by the praise, Summer felt a shudder run through him, as if the words had pierced his very soul.

Summer’s mind raced, struggling to process the overwhelming storm of emotions flooding through him. The humiliation of being made to piss with Rafael holding his cock was incapacitating, but at the same time, he couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through him at Rafael’s touch even in such a humiliating moment.

“Rafael, I...” Summer swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. His voice was barely a whisper, his throat tight with conflicting emotions.

“Shh,” Rafael murmured, his lips brushing the shell of Summer’s ear. “You did well.”

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