Drinking Problem

11

"I will not play with the ball in the house."

Janus scowled as he sat at the coffee table, his hand was already beginning to cramp as he gripped the pencil tightly. He would surely have blisters after this!

He would wiggle every so often, his bladder begged to be released, and he could feel himself leaking into his boxers, but Logan had made it clear that he wasn't to move. After he would be dressed back in his baby clothing, which Janus wasn't looking for anyway. If he told Logan he had to use the bathroom, he would probably just put him in a diaper! He could hold it, he's a big boy.

He pressed his thighs together to attempt to relieve a bit of the pressure building up. He struggled to distract himself with the lines. He felt discouraged by the fact that he had only finished thirty of them. Sixty more to go.

"This is too much Logan!" He groans, pushing his paper away in frustration, tossing his pencil down. Logan didn't move from his place on the couch. He had cleaned himself up, having changed as well. Now, he sits on the couch with his book in his hand again.

"You should have thought about that before you broke the rules. Keep going."

Janus whines and wiggles, pouting at the table.

"But Logan," He begs, giving him the most adorable expression he could muster. "My hand hurts."

"Would you like daddy to kiss it better?"

Janus flushed, his eyes widening at the name, his stomach doing summersaults while his heart spasmed dangerously. His mouth hung open, and when Logan glanced up casually, it only flustered him further up.

"Janus, turn back towards the table and finish your lines," He commands, his eyes trailing back to his book. Janus watched as he smirked proudly. "And pick your jaw off the ground."

Janus, still very flustered, turned back to the table, pouting as he felt very small. How dare Logan do that to him. Of all times?

He carefully lifted the pencil, ignoring the slightly shaking in his hand, and rocked back and forth as he continued. He swore he was going to go crazy.

"I will not drink soda without permission."

He grumbled as he finished the fifth line of such phrase, he wouldn't make it. He sucked in a deep breath, rubbing his thighs together, whining lowly as his bladder began to feel painful and severely full. His eyes water and he dropped his pencil again, reaching down to hold himself. He felt like a baby, here he was, sitting on the ground, trying oh so hard not to piss himself while writing childish lines.

You're a big boy. You're a big boy. You're a big boy. You're a big-

Janus felt his body tense and then relax in relief as his bladder gave in. He gave a startled cry as urine forcefully poured into his pants, and his eyes teared up pitifully as a puddle began forming under him. His body burned in embarrassment, and he heard a soft sigh leave him his caregiver.

His bladder emptied itself, and he felt much better, but so very humiliated and uncomfortable. He hesitantly glanced at Logan with teary eyes and sniffled.

"M'tried to hold it..."

"It's okay," He assures, standing up, carefully avoiding the puddle. "It was only an accident Janus, I'll never grow mad at you over something as little as that," He explains, helping him stand up out of his puddle of shame.

Janus sniffled, wiggling and whimpering, a soft sob of embarrassment leaving him. Logan shushed him sweetly and led him off to the bathroom, the lines forgotten.

"Janus, next time tell me if you have to use the bathroom," He insists, rubbing his shoulder a little as he began running a bath for the man. Janus sniffled and hiccuped, fisting at his eyes.

"You were gonna put me in diapers! And m'not a baby so m'don't want diapers!" He cries lightly, covering his face as he stomped his foot. The overwhelming feeling of vulnerability scared him, and he didn't like that.

"Relax," Logan mumbles, tugging him into a hug, ignoring his squirming and sobbing. "It's okay, I'm going to get you clean and in something comfortable. How does that sound?"

Janus hiccuped, giving in. He pressed his face against his chest and allowed the man to comfort him while he cried out his feelings. Logan held him close for a moment before pulling away, cupping his cheeks, wiping away any stray tears with his thumb. "Relax little snake," He insists, pecking his lips. "You're okay."

Janus rubbed at his eyes, tears spilled off his cheeks and he wiggled in place as his accident grew cold and uncomfortable. Logan helped him out of his soiled clothing and then into the bath. He felt his heart clench at the state of him, internally scolding himself for not catching the signs of his need to use the restroom sooner, creating a mental note to do so in the future.

It was a quick scrub down before the man was lifted out again and wrapped in a towel. He led the sniveling man to his bedroom, having him lay on the crinkling mattress.

Janus whines, knowing that comes next. "Logan no," He complains.

"You broke a rule little snake, I have the rule so we can avoid situations like these."

"I'm a big boy!"

"You are," Logan agrees, holding him still as he powdered him and began to tape a fresh diaper on him, struggling as Janus wiggled and whined. "But I don't want to do laundry every few hours."

Janus kicks his feet angrily, which results in his foot smacking harshly against Logan's thigh. He grunts and lands a harsh swat to his thigh, causing him to yelp and stare up at him with wide eyes. "That's enough Janus, you don't kick," He scolds, sitting him up after he dressed him up.

Janus sniffled, rubbing at his thigh. That had hurt! He felt a new wave of tears swell up and he noticed Logan's expression soften again. He groaned lowly and sat down, tugging him onto his lap, rubbing his hand up and down his back.

"Someone's sensitive today hm?"

"Shuh'up."

Logan snorts, running his fingers through his hair, pressing his lips to his forehead. "My little crybaby."

Janus whines in embarrassment and huffs, going limp in his hold as Logan massages his scalp.

He knew eventually his punishment would continue, but sitting there on Logan's lap, snuggling with him was worth the accident.